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Last day, 4 February, I had an informal meeting
with my business mentor Prof. AYM Abdullah. The great man he is, I’ve seldom
seen a personality quite contradictory like him. By nature, sometimes he seems
so soft and poetic, the father in him arouses when I and Asif seek business
advice from him. At the same time, he seems ruthless and stern while guiding us
towards practicality.
I shall discuss him another day, long discussion
indeed. Last night after having the meeting, I was quite out of conscience.
Could barely feel anything happening around me.
Perhaps a perfect example of being carried away.
The synopsis of the meeting was, we two are
still inexperienced and immature. We are yet to see the practical episodes of
life: which is quite true. Being said all this, he agreed to finance us to our
new venture.
I was happy and sad at the same time. We are
still unsure how long we can get with an uncertain investment promise. We are
not seeing anything being done yet, and still, moving forward to, looking
forward to.
I commute every day with a bicycle, 12 Km road
from my home to my workplace. The place where I live, Dhaka city, doesn’t have
any separate cycle lanes for the riders. We have to use main roads with other
buses, trucks, private cars and all sorts of vehicles to commute every day. This
means you must keep all your attention on the road while riding.
Otherwise, you are literally doomed.
Like me yesterday. I had stuck several cars and
CNGs on road. One man from the driving seat shouted:
– এই যে ভাই, এতবার হর্ন দিচ্ছি শুনতে পান না?
-সরি ভাই
-সরি মানে? এখন যদি আপনার উপর গাড়ি তুলে দিতাম তখন তো বলতেন বড়লোকের পোলাপান গাড়ি চালাইতে পারে না…
-ও আপনি বড়লোকের ছেলে, জানতাম না ভাই
-মানে, কি বলতে চান আপনি?
-ভাই ঝামেলা করতে চাইলে গাড়ি থেকে নামেন, আসেন ঝামেলা করি।
I don’t know how I got so calm at that moment. Usually,
I react violently while someone confronts me outright. Perhaps I am learning to
admit my mistakes and move on. The man had a girl beside the driving seat who
was trying to convince him to stop it. Eventually, they drove forward.
And 6-7 Km ahead I bumped on another CNG when a
pedestrian called me ভোগচোদ, which I admitted and rode silently (yes, I was
solely responsible).
The good thing is, I have admitted and accepted my
faults and moved on.
The bad thing is, I could not leave my office
thoughts, I was carried away. My amygdala overtook the frontal lobe, and that’s
alarming for an entrepreneur.
I envy people like Asif, who never lose their
cools. How do they manage to be so? I wonder. I must train my mind to not get
carried away.
Ps. I asked Asif yesterday, ‘Are we the only
entrepreneurs in the world who can’t get happy even after getting investment?’
‘This is how it should be, don’t be happy or
sad, be stoic’ he replied.
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