Founder Fables

A Friday evening in Mumbai turns into something more than just a concert. Watching Def Leppard live becomes a journey through time, identity, and the quiet ways music stays with us long after the night ends. It was a magical Friday evening last week, one that will stay with me forever. I landed in Mumbai the Thursday before, excitement in my voice and a spring in my step. The airport thrummed with activity, setting the pace for what was to come. I should have known. The rest

A reflection on gravity, the quiet force that holds the universe together and keeps our feet on the ground. From cosmic wonder to the small moments that anchor our lives, this essay explores what it truly means to be held by gravity. Rewatching Gravity, starring the effortlessly charming George Clooney and Sandra Bullock, recently reminded me how diaphanous the line is between being anchored and drifting endlessly into the inky void. In physics, gravity is the weakest of the

A Saturday basketball game, a screaming banshee of a mom, and a car ride full of kids taught me a quiet lesson about winning, losing, and why how you play still matters. It was the third Saturday of January. The new year had rolled in with the promise of new beginnings — cue the eye roll — and a fresh set of resolutions, hopefully not all destined to be broken. I was busy finishing up a blog when my alarm went off, reminding me of my son’s basketball match. I shut my laptop,

Not for the applause. Not for the front row seat.Invisible work. Quiet strength. They say brand building is all about marquee, visibility, and flexing your muscles — being the strongman, flaunting your fancy Ivy League degrees, and celebrating every new round of funding. But what about building yourself? That’s a different ball game altogether. And this begs the question — is the brand really different from its founder/creator? I don’t know about others. To me, they have to b