The cookie jar.

I am the same person who in the heat of destruction of the family, everyone is falling down, yes my brother was standing up. stood the side by side and then figured the shit out of freelancing. and earn what seems to be something unreasonable, hook my brother and help my family to get back on the the foot.

I am the guy who hired a person when I was in third year of collage.

I am the guy who went to the hyderabad and then kolkata, common man, kolkata and made my way.

I am the guy who moved to synechron defying all the aspects of MNC thing.

Who leave job and go the himalayas all by myself, learn meditation.

I am the guy who could not speak at all forget having girlfriend, in the day of my dubai farewell I could not speak, learn, read every fucking bestseller on communication, Own the NLP room, stayed with this beautiful women and let her go, and having avalaibilty to women like preksha.

Cracked the job in namshi.

who the fuck does 10 days retreat around 10 times, read like phanatic. and meditate 2 hrs/day.

And who travelled for almost 3 years, learning and self educating, unaware of the fact that it is fucking hard work.

Who the fuck leads life like you do. who the fuck come back to the work life like you did. day and night.