'Get this start-up below our belt,' I heard my boss as I got out of his car.
I turned to correct him to 'under our belt' but I stopped midway. Sanity got
better off me, because I'd learned the golden rule — boss knows better than me.
So, I just waved a good bye and said,
‘I never fail.’
‘Yes, After all you are coming of age, I can see. All the best.’
I went up to sixth floor swanky commercial complex where the prey waited for
me. I was in great form and everything I touched these days turned to gold. I
was smiling from ear to ear. This would be another feather in my cap.
I headed to washroom as I always do
to calm ‘bubbling kid’ in me, before the final negotiation and closed my eyes
and remembered my first order as sales person. The first order I took was very
special, I’d grabbed it single handedly from a major corporate without asking
for help from seniors at my price. I’d confidently answered all queries which
had all the right ‘words’ like brand, local service, quality standard etc.
I was a brainwashed kid then.
I opened my eyes looked at me in mirror and did a final touch up. I did
appear older now. As I walked out of the washroom I saw a young girl accompany
me.
She was me,
oh! What an ugly face, thought I.
‘But I have a soul,’ said the younger me
‘Why did you come here, I came to see Nita who is coming of age.’
‘What do you think?’
‘Oh! You look pretty for the ugly mind of yours.’
That hurt! ‘What do you want?’
We had now reached the conference room and I was about to enter when she
said,
‘These kids are honest bunch, they believe you and they believe in their
business model, you will destroy them. Don't do it.”
‘They need money to stay afloat and anyone who will pay them will exploit
them, then why shouldn’t I?”
And I went in. I saw her silhouette outside the room.
In the room sat young Karan with his attorney and partner. When I had met twenty
two year old Karan for first time, I joked who names a kid— ‘Karan,’ and he had
responded innocently his parents.
Today, His silky hair was moved in various directions and he wore rather somber
colored blue blazer unlike stark black
which I wore. He looked ‘cool’ in modern
sense but he was much cooler and humble person.
I’d grown fond of him. I never let professional relationships interfere with
my personal space but I’d like to meet Karan as a friend when we complete the
deal.
I pushed agreement papers towards Karan which he gave it to his lawyer for a
glance. The silhouette was still there. I was now feeling anxious. Karan spoke,
'80% of founder leaves their start up
after VCs takeover.'
'True.'
Karan looked at me, searching my eyes for an answer and I felt naked, those
1000 smart answers had deserted me. The silhouette seemed to smile cunningly.
Their lawyer gave a nod to papers; Karan signed them and walked towards me
for customary handshake.
'I hope we are in good hands'
As I stood, I could feel my body wobble and finally words found me,
'No you are not and you won't be.' I tore the paper he signed in four
parts. You should look for help within. And I walked out of the
conference room.
Once in open air I felt better looked at the sky – Yes, I have finally come
of age.