How I became an Entrepreneur – a story of a 13-years child.
My mother always liked to make her morning tea with fresh milk. And as a child, I had taken most of her this habit. I still remember when, as a school going 13-year-old kid living in Jabalpur city, 365 days of the year, my day would start at 6:30 am (except for the days I fell sick or pretend to be sick). A Milk Dairy, which was 3 km away, was used to close at 7 am. Therefore every day, I was made to get up at 6:30 am to go and get fresh buffalo milk for Mom’s morning tea. So I will take my 24-inch bicycle on which my legs will desperately try to reach out for pedals and be on the task each morning.
It was not that we could not get milk delivered at home early, or my mother was trying to make a saving on milk expenses. On the other hand, this was the most inconvenient way of getting milk and also per litter price paid for milk was a bit higher as it was pure milk.I, as the person responsible for this duty every day (while everyone at home leisurely enjoying their sleep) tried my level best to convince Mom against this. And each time I did so, my Mom convinced me why milk from Dairy was a better, purer, and healthier option for her. As a kid, I could never understand her logic to make me go through this daily ritual.
The story is not over yet, almost every Sunday, and during school holidays, I was given one more task by her in the morning. Once I had my morning glass of milk, I would be made to go to the Thok Sabjee Mandi (wholesale vegetable market) and shop for fresh vegetables. So, I will cycle for 3.5 km with handmade cloth begs to Bazar, carefully pick fresh vegetables from the pile of veggies, and bargain the rates with Sabjjiwala (vegetable vendor). I was not allowed to pay for coriander, mint, meethi neem leaf bunch, lemons, ginger, or green chilies. So once the money is paid for bought veggies, I will request each vendor to give me a FREE lemon, chili, etc.
And this routine lasted almost three years without any break and was only broken after my father was transferred toa small village, and we shifted to a new place with him.
This strict regime of my mother indirectly seeded the discipline, punctuality in me and made me work hard at one hand but on the other hand, taught me early lessons of being a negotiator, a buyer, and a customer, who always want more from his seller. No wonder I ended up making my successful career as a salesman and eventually turned out in an entrepreneur.