Define your greatness!

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Define your greatness!

Over the past two weeks I have burnt 21,500 calories which is roughly 2.5 kilos of weight, and that means on an average loosing approximately 1 kilos per week. That’s not bad at all. Going by the data I believe I shall get there what I am set to do and in the process transform myself. Some more months back I was surrounded by my own doubts and used to procrastinate, I belonged to the league of suckers. But as life takes the better of you, you are shaken and rocked by the difficulties you face, challenges you want to overcome and doubt your guts, and think that you might not achieve what you have been thinking all these years. As Les Brown says, ‘when you’re sick and tired of being sick and tired you start to change for real, you find ways to alter your ordinary life and transform into an extraordinary one’. I still doubt but I have changed the victim this time- I doubt the doubt itself, and I know I can achieve anything and everything in life.

What good is it if you can’t find your true potential and work on it? Every single day, every moment I now think ways to better myself, I know that will take some time and I have to be patient. But patience is a virtue we all need to learn and develop. There have been times when I gave up on so many things, work, some project, relationships, some promises, healthy lifestyle, but not anymore. When you embrace your pain something magical happens, you become a different person, alert, aware and ready to demolish any obstacles that come in your path to success.

Couple of days back someone asked me, ‘Rajiv, you talk about greatness, what kind of greatness you want to achieve, how much successful I want to become?’. Greatness is what greatness does, it doesn’t matter what you do, whether you work in a cubicle, own a business, or a bodybuilder, greatness is how much you are putting your heart and soul into what you do, it is the whole idea of transformation. Eventually you shall get what you are looking for, but it is the whole idea and the process of it and how much effort you are putting into it that shall define your greatness.

I am a trainer, baker and seeker and I am here to empower myself, equip myself in all possible ways to grow, to transform until I become the real me. Doubters shall doubt, I don’t care. What I care is the ‘why’ of things. Remember nobody hits you harder than life, at times life will hit you so bad and hard  right in your face that you will not feel or have the energy to get up. That time your ‘why’ shall lift you up, your ‘why’ shall shake you and shout to you that ‘you haven’t come this far to give up, you haven’t come this far to say that you can’t get up anymore’, make your ‘whys’ strong and you shall get there.


Life as it is happening right now…

Life is moving so fast, whenever I flip around the photo album of yesteryears I always tend to see a little different of me. I compare my pictures taken on different time-span and find that I look so different in all of them. I remember when as a child my elders would ask me, ‘Dear, what would you like to become when you grow up?’ I would reply them, ‘An astronaut’. May be at that point of time I was fascinated by the starry sky, listening about the planets, knowing facts about space. But that aspiration didn’t last for long And before you realize what hit you the moments become days, days become weeks, and they turn into years. All the goals that you set for yourself still remains there decaying and dying a slow death. That’s scary, isn’t? That might become true even if you don’t work on them- on your goals, on your dreams.

When I saw my mother staring through the window, crying silently, I could just guess what must be going on in her mind and heart back then. A kind of estranged feeling she felt may be, may be she was confused how to raise her two kids- one who was already in his teens and another who just cleared his Kindergarten. Anyone would have felt the same after loosing one’s life-partner so early. I recall the time when she was working in the Railway Canteen as a cashier for couple of years when she got the job in Railways on compassionate grounds after father’s death. It was not easy. I look back the time then and look at the time now and think about the little joys and sparks of success being created in the process. I call them- ‘moments in the making’…yes, moments in the making of what I am becoming and what i can become.

After father’s demise i was overburdened with the thought of taking responsibilities of the family. So, I was waiting anxiously to graduate and get a job anyhow possible. My goal was simple, to ease the load from mother.and help her in all possible ways. But I was not well-equipped to do that. I realized that I have to come out of my cocoon and face the world, so I joined something which would mandatory require interacting with people- I started working as a salesman, visiting house after house, by-lane after by-lane, looking for prospective buyers who would buy from me. The commission per book was set at Rs 75. After working for couple of months I could sell just 2 books, which was pathetic. Some of the households would be unwelcoming as just they can be and they would simply shove me away. Well if not for anything else, I at least tried to hammer the first hit on my shell.

I first got my break in an International BPO after couple of months. Life was moving so fast. I got the chance to train the aspiring BPO candidates, and then I realized that I wanted to live a life inspiring and motivating others; to make a profound difference in people’s life. Hence, I found my first passion. Few years later, I got the opportunity to complete my Post Graduation in human resource too. However, at times I have the tendency to hide inside my shell and stuck there for some time. But that’s how life is, never easy, if it would have been easy everyone would have got what they wanted. In the meantime I kept on inspiring myself to create something unique, something that I love. When I was working on the project of starting my own cafeteria I somehow bumped into the idea of baking my own cakes.



As they say it when you genuinely wish to do something, the heaven above conspires everything to bring it down to you. When I was searching for a chef I bumped into Hina where she put up a stall in a cake and pastry exhibition. She gave me some tips on baking and with some insights given by my baker friends I started baking cakes…cupcakes to be precise. My first day in baking was a disaster, i was not even aware of handling the oven, let alone mixing the ingredients correctly and preparing the batter. On the first day, my cupcakes never saw the light of the day and they died a martyr’s death to make way for a passionate baker in the making. It’s been close to an year that I have been into baking.

Recently, I have re-discovered the joy of writing, and rather than wasting time on gossips and other mundane things I am writing regularly and continuously, I am achieving more day-in and day-out. Writing is becoming my passion indeed.

These days I am in a different frame of mind, in fact one of the best phase of life where I am enjoying the struggle, where I am able to see beyond what mortal eyes can see. I am pumped up to become what I really am and in search of success become the real me.

I am working on my three passions: To inspire others, to become the best trainer and motivational speaker; and to bake the best cupcakes in the world. And to write to inspire, to ignite a thought in my fellow readers. So, what are your passions? Are you working on them? Are you working on them hard?

Of Teachers and Life!

Recently we celebrated Teacher’s day and I am little bit late to write this piece but its always better late than never. During our school days we assumed the role of our teachers for the day, pick our favorite subject and go to the junior standards and take their respective classes. I would pick drawing as a subject for the day and show our juniors different tricks and tips of sketching. School days are always fun, and you take the memories right to your grave. During those 12 years teachers came in plenty, taught us various chapters of life besides their subjects. Some were humble, some were proud, some were human, and some were stout. I wasn’t aware of all these accumulated learnings but I gradually realized them when I was turning the pages of life.

I was fortunate enough to meet teachers from both walks of life or so they say it; material and spiritual. Both had its own charm and flaws. Moreover, you tend to meet countless number of people who leave you with some internal churn of thoughts and teach you quite more often if you welcome the learnings.

The people whom I met in different junctures of life, and in the interaction and the emotional exchanges that followed made me a part of what or who I am today. Whether some decisions were correct or otherwise did not matter because I guess at the end of the day eventually everything falls in place. If not for Vikram Aditya Choudhury (VC) I would never thought about public speaking as an area of development and work as a trainer in the years that followed. Interestingly, as a person I am an introvert and initially it took a lot of courage and self-talk to do what I wanted to do.

A lot had to change in me and a lot of realization was in store. In the meanwhile I made many friends, some stayed and some left, never to be seen again. They became teachers of life, some taught me the spirit of brotherhood, and the joy of giving. At the same time learned how friends become strangers in the vice of ego and betrayal.

If I see myself some years earlier I was very raw, full of potential but was unaware of my own traits. Pravat Rasaily (Bob da) came as a rescue whom I met in my first ever job hunt after failing and giving up the door-to-door book selling assignment. During those years I was emotionally vulnerable, i think the reason behind that was there was not enough mentoring during my teenage years. And I was in the impression that I could take this world all by myself. Remember, soldiers are nothing without their arsenal, even to fight bare hands they need to train themselves. I was out there without any ammunitions. From an admired trainer to someone being closest someone at one point of your life, Bob was amongst the first person who was quintessential in laying initial bricks of my foundation.

When I had my first ache of heart I was constantly telling myself when I find the right woman for myself she would be just perfect for me, and all i would is to just love her immensely and support in whatever way i can. I found exactly the one some years later and I am cherishing every moments with her. Before that I struggled and I had to learn my lessons the hard way. I was naive in my approach when it came to show my love and had great difficulty in expressing the emotions attached. When I met Radha I slowly picked up the ways, and realized how loving a person i can be.

You don’t meet people like Vrindapati Das everyday who is a Sanyasi in ISKCON. When my friend Debarun took me to him for the first time with millions questions in my head I was humbled with his appearance itself. Surrounded by books, enlightened persona, and a brilliant resonance radiating from his posture. Although I couldn’t ask too many questions as I was already flabbergasted, but his very presence made many of my doubts go away.

I know some years down the line I shall meet more people, learn from them and carry it in my heart and inspire others too. As far as I have understood life sends his representatives to teach you, to hold your hand and carry you in their shoulders. As long as your hands are open you will never fail to receive and learn from it. Keep Learning!

Pulling Myself Up!

In this era of technology-driven global society it is both easy to get inspired and otherwise. Let me be true to myself if not to any, over the past couple of months I was trying hard to pull myself from the bed, I was hardly going for a jog or a walk. I was unknowingly shutting myself in my self-created corridors where I was assuming the role of being an ignorant of the ‘problem’ and meeting the solution(s) over time. Frankly, I was in a fix, if you follow some principles then inability to walk the talk yields constant poking from within, and until you put it into action it becomes all the more difficult for you.

The past couple of months I saw myself struggling, complaining, and overburdening myself. I felt constantly bombarded with negative motivation. Nevertheless one good thing was happening (I guess only thing that was a plus), I was trying to face the problems upfront, I couldn’t understand what was going around but I was showing up. I was not saying ‘no’ to anything that was coming my way. May be my involvement was not 100% but i was doing it somehow- that’s how you grow. In the process I also picked up an argument with people I was working with and reporting to.

In the past couple of days something changed, something that motivated me. Its not easy to define what was the element that did, but what matters is that it did. In a way I kind of discovered back the forgotten trait that I had. The dislike for the person whom I report to did not stop me from communicating my issues with him (always remember your dislike for the person doesn’t make the person bad; nor does it solve ‘your’ problem). After the discussion I felt lighter after ages, I felt the need to get up from the self-created depressive slumber, having the need to march ahead not to meet anyone’s expectation but my own. The very fact that I am writing right now is that I am motivated for the road ahead. I know some things that I worked upon so passionately will be gone soon, but some lessons will be learned and not forgotten.

Everyone is walking their map, going and moving ahead from one point to another. It’s just that some reach early and some take their own sweet time. But that’s the beauty of it. Life has so much to offer for all of us. Just hold on and show up. Things do change, for good or bad? That can only be shaped by you.

P.S. Stepometer is keeping me motivated to wake up and go for a jog.