
My inner mind was always telling me to become rich, become famous, and become the man I truly want to be. But at that time, I wasn’t realizing it clearly,I was just going with the flow. My parents wanted me to become a doctor or a government employee. Everything seemed fine, both for them and for me, because I didn’t have a clear goal of my own.
In India, almost all students are only aware of a few career options: police officer, soldier, doctor, government employee, or firefighter. Our choices were limited to these.
Back then, I wasn’t good at studies either just average, because I had no real reason to learn those subjects. I studied only for the exams, and nothing more. Like many average Indian students, I would forget everything right after the exams. My mindset was: If my fate is just to become a simple government employee, then what’s the point of learning all this physics, English, chemistry, and biology in detail?
In one word, I was just a normal person at that time, completely ordinary.
“The difference between an ordinary and extra ordinary person is just the word ‘extra'” – Pranav S V
Back in my 8th or 9th standard, I guess, there was a food festival at my school, and my friend Jerin and I opened a food stall to sell homemade protein powder, as I was interested in bodybuilding and martial arts at that time. Another dream I realized during that time was to become a good martial artist, but time flew by, and so did those temporary goals.
We sold protein powder for around ₹900-₹1000- at an event. The entire amount was meant to go to the school, where it would support students from underprivileged backgrounds, kids who couldn’t afford an education otherwise. That was the plan, and that was the right thing to do.
But I took ₹100 from that amount.
I didn’t think too deeply or morally about it in the moment. I had worked hard throughout the day and saw it as a small reward for myself, I spent it on food from another stall. Yes, ethically it was wrong. That money wasn’t meant for me. It was supposed to go to the cause. But this blog isn’t here to paint me as a flawless character. I’m not writing this to build a hero image.
Some of you may think these blogs are meant to make us look great or noble, but sorry to disappoint. This isn’t a fantasy story. This is a journey. It’s raw, it’s flawed, and it’s real. If I wanted to glorify myself, I could’ve just said, “We made ₹900, and I added ₹100 from my pocket to make it a clean ₹1000 donation.” That would’ve made a great ending. But it didn’t happen like that.
And I’ll always write what truly happened.
Anyway at that time, I didn’t realize that my inner mind was pointing me toward becoming an entrepreneur.