The identity

I stand at a juncture where I am going through one of the major transitions in my career – getting into entrepreneurship from a corporate career that has given me so much….. well, not that I am doing it for the first time in my life but it is still a significant change. At this juncture it is natural to think what changes and more importantly what does not ….what defines me?

I was fortunate to get diverse exposure without changing too many jobs. Over the years, roles, responsibility, titles and a few times the logo on visiting card changed. None of it was my identity neither would ‘an entrepreneur’ be my identity. Identity is something that is permanent, identity is something that is not printed on your visiting card but it is something etched on your heart – something that you do not want to change

..So what is really my identity? Well answer to that question is fairly straightforward … My identity is and will always be “Vasudeo’s child”. Vasudeo is my father’s name and I along with my siblings continue to take liberty to call him by his name.

Calling oneself ‘child’ at the age of 45 may sound little weird but when I think of my father, I feel like a child … a child still in awe of his father without ever being scared of him ….a child who thinks that his father will always have an answer without ever feeling burden of father’s wisdom ….a child who feels the joy of being a child without ever feeling ‘small’!

This blog will be series of stories about my father who continues to inspire me and my family, has always been the silent force while we navigate our lives.

But it is not his life story really – every story is an impression he left on my mind as a child – his child. These are the stories that shaped my life over the years as I grew up – these are the stories that gave me my identity as “Vasudeo’s child”.

Well! I am not somebody whose stories you should read or even bother about but perhaps these are your stories as well – may be these stories will resonate with you as there is always someone like Vasudeo in everyone’s life.

Join me as I narrate stories of my continued childhood as “Vasudeo’s child”!