There was this rocky ledge near the Google office in Hyderabad that I used to climb up every now and then. To look down upon the city, watch the sunset and reflect on work, life and the other cliches that everyone talks about. It was good and I was proud that I didn’t have to pay hacks like Deepak Chopra and Sri Sri Sri Sri Whatever to have my life sorted out. But that ten feet by ten piece of granite also perhaps gave me the stupidest idea ever.
I quit two weeks later. To do something on my own.
While everyone waxes eloquent, writes books and makes millions about changing careers and chasing your dreams, no one is prepared to spill the beans on just how difficult it is. The lonely days. The sad days. The draining days. The alcohol binge days. The days you spend trying to convince someone that you’ll be the perfect person for the job only to be told that you don’t fit the bill. The days when a beautifully written proposal is sent back. The days when everything seems to be going well until the last second and that dreaded ‘Thanks, but no thanks’ phone call. The days you pick random fights with the family. The days you don’t want to get up.
Then there are days that makes you bust out the smile.
It may be the stupidest idea ever. But it is the best stupidest idea ever.
