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My Dad's Contract Marriage - The Book (1st Chapter)

Utter Chaos!

Come to think of it.

I was about to cut my eleventh birthday cake and a lawyer wished me:
"Son, wish you a very happy birthday. Your parents will start living separately."

Everything had come to a standstill. I did not know what to do?

Should I celebrate my birthday and "be happy", or "cry" as my parents were getting separated?

My friends slowly moved out. The house which was full of energy minutes back, now wore a saddened look.

Oh God! Don't give a life like mine to anybody, not even to my enemies.

My Dad "Samar" and my Mom "Sandhya" would start living separately. What about me? I had no idea! I loved my parents; they were one of the best human beings on this planet. Why were they behaving this way? They always said, "Vivaan, you have grown up. Stop behaving like a kiddo!" Why were they behaving like kids themselves?

"Vivaan… Come here." It was Mom on the other side.

"Yes, Mom… Coming." I ran to wash my face, I wanted to follow what they had taught me; "Be courageous, whatever may the situation be."

I immediately reached the living area. My parents were in a bad shape, fighting within but not ready to give in and understand each other. I wished, they would say, "It was a joke! We played a prank on you, the way you play on us!"

"Well Vivaan, you knew it", said Mom.

"Yes, I did." This separation was becoming the “moment of truth”. I could understand that while happiness was not everlasting, it came and left without a mark, but sadness was so deep rooted that when it leaves, you are left with an everlasting pain.

"Vivaan… Vivaan.." Mom was anxious. I, on the other hand, was lost deep in my thoughts.

"I am sorry." I replied.

She signaled me to sit down.

"We have decided to move on. It's not working anymore." Mom spoke with brutal honesty. She didn't want me to remain in the dark.

"Mom… Dad… Is it because of me?" My body was trembling and voice incoherent.

"Calm down Vivaan", said Mom.

"I promise that I will study hard, be a good boy and will not play any pranks on you. Please…. Please do not leave me alone…. I mean cannot…. No, I mean, I want to stay with you together." I was not in my senses. I did not know, what I was saying. I was sure nevertheless that they understood every word I spoke and what I intended to.

"It's not like that", Mom came closer and wiped my tears. "You are not to be blamed, not at all."

'Then…" My hands went up in despair.

Mom looked towards Dad, maybe she was asking him to intervene.

"Look Vivaan." Dad who was sitting on the other side stood up and sat next to me.

"I don‟t want to listen to you." I stood and stepped back. Even at my home, the “Lady” ruled so I could take chances with him.

"Don‟t behave like a spoilt brat, I am fed up with everything", Mom's tone was stern but filled with emotions. I immediately wiped my tears and sat, then and there.

Last six months were traumatic. They would start fighting for some reason or the other. In the end, I was the “obvious” choice. They used me as a “punching bag” to settle scores with each other. The game of “Love All” soon became a battle for supremacy.

"Vivaan, I and your Mom will start living separately, but we are concerned for you. You remain our top most priority and we will do…‟ Dad looked towards Mom for her affirmation but she did not respond. He continued, "We will do whatever needs to be done to take care of you… in our individual capacities."

"Your Dad has decided to shift to his parent's place in Delhi. As per the contract…..

‟ Contract, what contract Mom?" I interrupted Mom. "I think we must tell him." Mom looked at Dad, but he didn't look convinced. He showed his resentment by keeping quiet. Mom still continued, "See Vivaan, you are grown up now. I hope you will understand."

I was amused no end. Parents used the words "kiddo" and "grown up" interchangeably, as per their own convenience. They would brand you as "naive" or "adult like a man" as per their own convenience.

"Yes, Mom, I have grown up… Now?" I tried to keep a brave front even though my world was upside down.

"Our separation is not finalized yet. You will stay with your Dad for the first three months and then with me for the next three. Once you have spent this time, you can decide with whom you want to stay." Mom said it all, in one go.

"Mom, what's the contract all about?" I was still not able to make anything out of it. I could understand that I would stay with one of them. Decision…? My parents took decisions for me, all my life, even the color of my underwear. How could I take this BIG decision? I was under tremendous fear sensing the uncertain future lying ahead.

She gasped for some breath and continued. "Your father wanted to give you the option to stay with anyone of us. He insisted that we put some “special conditions” in this contract to take care of you."

"Mom…" I did not know what to say.

"Vivaan, I will be very happy to have you with me. As far as our marriage goes, the only link is this contract. This “Contract Marriage” stays for the next six months till you decide who you wish to stay with." Mom showed no remorse.

I was still baffled.

"Vivaan you're a kid. You won't understand." Dad jumped into the conversation. He was relieved as his point of view was proved.

"Do whatever you both want to do", Mom moved out of the room in a huff. Bang! A usual loud noise came from the bedroom. Mom had locked herself in the room. Dad and I looked at each other. No food today. Huh, Pizza! Not Again!

I did not know what to do? It was half-past eight in the evening. My friends would soon join to play basketball. This was a routine during our summer vacation. How would I face them? Would they mock me? What if they asked me about the contract marriage?

My Dad‟s Contract Marriage.

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I Made My Day !!

We all look forward to external reasons to push ourselves to be "Happy"??. As a kid, we never looked for a reason to be happy. We did not have a concern "Which toy is the other kid having with him".

The situation starts worsening when we start comparing

"what we don't have" WITH "what does he has" without worrying that

"what we have" "he does not have"

My dad is the best dad in the world changes to "Dad you could not become like my competitor's dad".

Following are the 7 things you can do to say "I Made My Day"

1. Start Afresh - Say Good Morning to yourself in the mirror saying "I am the God's own child". Thank God for a great day yesterday and a great day ahead.

2. Don't start the day with Newspaper - Negative News builds negativity around. You start cribbing what's not happening in your life and spoil the day.

3. Meditate - Meditation brings your "soul alive". You feel much lighter once you start meditating regularly.

4. Spread happiness around - Share small things with your family. Making breakfast for your family in a week, dropping kids to the school, helping kids with school work, cleaning the house gives your family the satisfaction that "You Care for Them".

5. Trust - "Trust Others" such that they "Trust You". Other person's faith in you increases manyfold when you say "I believe you".

6. Share generously : All successful people are "Big Givers". They give back to society, environment, people at large - what they got from life. This is the ultimate achievement of satisfaction by sharing with others (whom you don't know).

7. Feel Blessed - "Always feel Blessed".

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The Felicitation Letter

‘Sir, do not expect me to deliver this year as well’, said coach Raghu.
 

‘Hey Raghu! Come sit. Have some water’, said Santlal – The Chairman Sports League. The officiating body appointed to promote sports in the country.

‘Do not take me lightly. You will repent it later’, said Raghu.

‘You seem to have some problem. What happened?’ Santlal was concerned.        

‘Sir, the under sixteen team is training fine. Their daily regime, diet and fitness are on track.’ Raghu wanted to clear his position.

‘Oh! I am relieved. You know that I will lose this position if your team doesn't perform well. I am under tremendous pressure from superiors’, said Santlal.

‘Yes Sir’

‘A flat, money and position, I arranged everything for you. Now, what is troubling you?

‘P. L. Uttam!’

‘Uttam! I have heard this name. I can't remember it now.’ Santlal tried hard to recall.

‘Sir..’ Raghu wanted to help him.

‘Hold…hold. Let me try. Oh! The great P. L. Uttam. He represented the country at the International level. He was a gifted player and a noble soul.’ Santlal had a sparkle in his eyes.

‘My bosses traveled with their families to his events. He performed and they enjoyed!’ ‘What happened to him?’ continued Santlal.

‘Sir he is here!’ said Raghu.

‘Uttam Ji is here!’ Santlal got excited and stood up from his chair.

‘Sir, he is here from ages’, told Raghu.

‘What? Does his soul reside here? Why are you taking me for a ride?’ Santlal was anxious. His forehead was covered with beads of perspiration.

‘It’s nothing like that brother-in-law’. Raghu came close to Santlal.

‘How many times shall I repeat? Nobody should know that we are related to each other.’ Santlal got irritated.

‘Alright… Alright… This will not be repeated. Uttam is the same old person who works in our canteen', said nervous Raghu.

‘Oh! What are you talking?’ Santlal could not believe his ears.

‘I was not aware. The boys updated.’ Raghu was frustrated.

‘Are you talking about the same person who serves us tea, picks our plates?’ asked Santlal.

‘Not only that. He sweeps the floor and sometimes even cleans the utensils’, said Raghu.

‘Hmm. I understand.’

‘Sir, my boys are feeling demotivated. They say; “If Uttam is not able to do anything after a glorious career, what can we hope for?” Raghu was cheerless.

‘Hmm’. Santlal was engrossed in his thoughts.

‘Can we recommend him for a job?’ asked Raghu.

‘No. He must be over sixty years. Not possible.’

‘Can he get pension?’

‘He must be getting pension.’ Santlal said confidently.

‘Sir, a paltry sum of few hundred rupees is a joke. Can we offer him some compensation?’ Raghu requested Santlal.

‘I am afraid we can’t. The funds are allocated for sportsperson who are currently playing. Sportsmen, who are lost in memories, have no scope.’ Santlal did not mince any words.

‘Can you talk to some corporate?’ Raghu was worried.

‘He is old, uneducated and physically unfit. Forget it.’ The discussion was getting on Santlal’s nerves.

‘Sir, please do something.’ Raghu pleaded.

‘Alright, let me think… Tell me you want compensation for him or motivation for boys?’ Santlal looked into Raghu’s eyes.

‘I want the work done, Sir’.

‘Good. Come here. Do what I ask you to do.’ Santlal gave inputs to Raghu.

A notice was placed on the information board of the campus. All the sportsperson were asked to assemble in the ceremony hall at 5.00 p.m. for a surprise announcement. The campus became vibrant due to the sudden turn of the event. The surprise element added more attraction. Everybody wanted to know; “what’s on the cards”. Everybody made them seated in the hall by 4.45 p.m. in silence. 

Raghu went to the podium and started speaking;

“Dear Sportspersons!  My colleagues and Chairman Sir!

Our sports league has been working for the upliftment of the sportsperson of the country tirelessly. We have helped our sportspersons get jobs, start business’s and even opportunities to work with the league as a coach. Our efforts have helped the sport, sportspersons and their families.” Raghu was reading the script as desired by Santlal.

‘Only Politicians and Officials have gained. ‘Sportspersons’ are running your show, Raghu.’ Somebody from the crowd shouted. The hall was in an uproar.

Raghu gasped for breath. Words were not coming out. He somehow gathered courage and said;

“Today we have gathered here to felicitate a great sports personality who has represented on the national and international level. He won many silver and gold medals in 1970’s to 1980’s. He has made us proud.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen,

I am very happy to present our own P. L. Uttam. May I request Mr. Santlal to come up to the stage to present the cash award, felicitation letter and “lifetime achievement trophy” to Uttam Ji.” Raghu somehow managed to deliver what was promised.

‘Your prediction has come true!’ said Uttam to his wife Lata. Lata somehow managed to reach the venue to be with him.

‘Yes. There is a big change in the offing. We can use the cash award money to buy a ‘Red Ruby’ for you’, said Lata to Uttam.

‘Red Ruby?’

‘Yes it has majestic properties. Deeper the Red color better it becomes’, said Lata to him.

‘Alright. Come with me to accept the award’, said Uttam to her.

‘Me?’ ‘No…No…’

‘Come, you have suffered more than me. I wanted to share this moment with you’, said Uttam.

Sportspersons were ecstatic when Uttam accepted the award in Lata’s presence. Everybody present gave a standing ovation to acknowledge his contribution to the game. Uttam was already famous among the sportspersons. They loved him not only for his game but also for being a noble soul. Lata’s eyes got moist seeing the affection of the people.

Raghu requested Uttam to say a few words.

“My Dear Boys….” The sportspersons were jubilant when Uttam spoke. Raghu and Santlal were tensed for obvious reasons.

“…Raghu Ji and Santlal Sir. This is a pleasant surprise. I’m speechless. I gave my whole life to the game. Nobody was better than me in my district, state and then the country. A coach like Raghu persuaded me to come to the city and embrace the game. He promised that my life will change forever. I did not want to come but……..but the promise of living a better life pushed me to this ‘big city of dreams’.” Uttam wiped tears fallen down his cheek.

“Initially, it was good but….later it became worse. My game is not worshiped like ‘Cricket’. We had to sell our household goods for survival and then Lata’s cancer broke my back. Politicians came and went; promises were made but not honored.” Uttam took a deep brseath.

“I believe that the bad days are over. I am overwhelmed with the love showered on me by the sports body. I want to thank coach Raghu and Chairman Santlal for their gesture.

‘Thank You All’ for the love showered on me.” Uttam saluted all the sportspersons.

The excitement among sportspersons was enormous. They carried him on shoulders till his house.

‘You have made me proud’, said Lata while she adored the trophy.

‘Let me open the felicitation letter’, said Uttam.

‘No…No…Wait’, said Lata in a haste.

‘What happened?’

‘I will go early morning tomorrow to buy the ‘Red Ruby’, same as you wore during your playing days. Once we have it in our home then only you open the letter’, said Lata.

‘Arrreee Lata’, Uttam was slightly irritated.

‘Please. Please. These days have come after so long. I want the ‘good omen’ to stay with us’, Lata pleaded.

Early next day she went to buy the ‘Red Ruby’. She rushed back once she made her mind on the ‘right one’.

‘What is this?’ ‘You have opened the letter’. Uttam had the letter in his hand while the envelope was lying on the ground.

Uttam did not speak anything. She thought he was too afraid to respond.

‘This means you do not love me….Why are you quiet? Say something.’ She pushed him.

His neck rolled over. Uttam was No More!

Lata read the ‘felicitation letter’:

“Uttam Ji, 

Thanks for coming.

We respect you and are proud of your achievements. Sportsperson like you who have a ‘noble heart’ is difficult to find. It was unfortunate that you had to face so many hardships. You would not like that same happens to young sportsperson of our league.

We hope that you understand us. Your presence in the league is ‘demotivating’ for the sportspersons as they feel of a ‘bleak future’ like you. We request you to ‘stop’ coming to the league with immediate effect. We are giving you rupees five thousand cash. Please treat the same in lieu of ‘one month notice’ money payable to you.”

Yours Sincerely,

Santlal

Lata was in a state of shock.

She looked at the trophy, ‘Uttam’ and the ‘felicitation letter’.


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What Goes Around Comes Around (True Story)

Amitabh was a well-respected banking professional. His penchant for numbers, foresight and people management was appreciated by his seniors and teammates alike. He was a 'role model' for people working with the organization. His contemporaries were jealous of him and watched his moves closely. His company promoted to the position of “General Manager” to reward him for his achievement. As expected, the business grew further under his stewardship.

Amitabh was not happy. He was bored with the regular routine job of a Corporate. He wanted to make it Big…. Really Big! He left his job as the 'General Manager' of the bank to start his fabrication production house with help from one of his friends. Although the picture was rosy initially but the initial helped remained initial only. His friend made it very clear that if he wants to survive then he must run the business independently. Business was low, whatever orders he hand on hand were not enough to run the show. He must grow or shut down.

Ravi who had joined as the CEO of a Buying House came to know that a team was traveling to Jaipur to have discussion with production houses for supplying a big order for Europe Market. Although he was not required for business meetings but still accompanied with the team to “Jaipur”. The real reason was not a "break from the office" but he wanted to meet Amitabh. 

Amitabh as a banking professional had helped his customer Ravi during a financial disaster. Amitabh walked the “extra mile” to make things comfortable for him at the time of distress.

Ravi left the team and asked the driver to straightway head to Amitabh’s corporate office. He was surprised to learn that Amitabh had left his "cushy job" and had started on his own. The staff was decent enough to share his number and the production house address. He thought it was a better idea to go to Amitabh’s production house rather than making a call.

Ravi was shocked to see the current situation of Amitabh. The production house was in shambles. Amitabh who used to enjoy a corner office in the bank did not have proper chairs to sit in the office. When prodded by Ravi, Amitabh told him about the current situation. Ravi immediately called his team to Amitabh’s office with samples. He showed the samples to Amitabh and asked; whether he was competent enough to produce them and also at what price?  His team resisted as they were at a advance level of discussions with other suppliers. He stuck to his guns and said he had full confidence in Amitabh for quality and value.

Amitabh gave a very competitive quote but did not have enough money to fulfill the order. Ravi told about his relationship to his management and got sanction of advance for Amitabh to process the order. The order was big enough to “Run the Show” for “Over a Year” for Amitabh.

Amitabh never looked back. His organization is a medium export house now. He exports to Asia, Europe and US. He recently bought a company into food retailing.

* Name and Locations have been changed to protect identity. 

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It was Not in Destiny!

“Hey! Wake up”….. “You lazy bums”.

“Dad! Allow us to sleep. It is only two thirty in the morning.”

“Two thirty”. “What two thirty?”

“Mom! Mom! Look at your husband.”

“Yes! Kids like you cannot be mine. Niyati! Come here! Look at your kids.”

“Oh! Not again. It”s only two forty in the morning. You are over excited.”

“Me Niyati!?… No… It cannot be. Oh… Yes, it is two forty five now”.

“Come! We will leave at four thirty for the shore”.

Niyati and Anand, childhood friends, got married in Mumbai when she was 18 and he, 20. He left home soon after to pursue his dream of making it big in “professional sailing”. Niyati and their twins – Rishab and Samarth -- aged 10, used to tour with him across the globe, but since two years, the childrens” studies had taken priority. He came back home only last week, after six months of professional sailing in New Zealand.

Niyati and the kids enjoyed the closeness to the sea. Anand wanted to be at home, but they insisted on “adventure sailing” this weekend. He reluctantly agreed and booked his “old favourite seaside club” for the weekend. The place had rustic surroundings with abundant natural habitat around it. People loved the place due to its courteous staff and beautiful landscape.  

The family “checked in” at the club on Saturday evening. The kids were excited as the club had lots of amenities including a swimming pool, beach volleyball, water sports and indoor games. Niyati and Anand sat in the Coffee Shop, spending precious time together.

“Anand, you seem to be lost somewhere?” Niyati asked him.  .

“Nothing! everything is alright” said Anand.

“When you say: “everything is alright. I understand. Tell me”, Niyati pushed Anand to share his woes.

“I am feeling insecure. A typical sense which I had as a kid when I lost my mother in early childhood”, said Anand.

“Why do you have this feeling? Are you alright?”

“Yes, sort of, Niyati. I had a tough childhood. My father took care of us. He played the dual role of a father and mother. It”s difficult for a father to manage the household when no lady is around”, said Anand.

“You are unnecessarily getting worried. I do not get any of these feelings”, said Niyati. “I am of the view that we will live together “hale and hearty” till we are eighty …. no eighty five.”

“I cannot imagine life without you…Niyati. Especially the kids who love you like anything”, said Anand emotionally. 

“Anand…You are scaring me now”, Niyati seemed to be concerned, but burst out laughing the next moment.

“You will never get serious”, Anand stood up from the seat.

“O My Love! Please be seated”, Niyati grabbed Anand by his wrist and pulled him down.

“What do you want?” Anand asked Niyati sternly.

“Even a small thing can’t harm you. If  something ever happens to you, I will come in between you and the bad omen”, said Niyati looking deeply into Anand”s eyes.

“I will always be around. You need not worry, my dear”. Anand got up from the seat and extended his hand towards her.

She looked towards him and immediately stood up to shake a leg with him. She rested her head on his shoulder and enjoyed the closeness. Anand was a doting husband and caring father. She was always proud of him.

The next day, the family boarded the “sailing boat” with food, drinks and a handy-cam exactly at five in the morning, as planned. Rishab was very fond of clicking beautiful pictures and shooting “exclusive” videos. Anand wanted to have an exclusive experience, so the entire boat was booked for the family. Niyati insisted on having a Captain on board, but Anand rejected the idea. He wanted to sail this important trip all by himself and did not want an outsider on board. He also felt it was demeaning to him, as he could manage the show easily.

The stage was set for a beautiful journey into the sea. Anand took to the helm and set the boat into motion. The image of the boat departing Gateway and moving across ships while getting closer deep into the sea was mesmerizing. The Mumbai shoreline with celebrated buildings in the backdrop, made it picture perfect. Anand put off the engine when the boat reached deep in the sea to enjoy the surroundings. The family relaxed and set up the breakfast on the deck.  

However, unexpectedly, the weather started playing spoilsport after some time. It changed rapidly from quiet and soothing to violent. It turned the experience sour as managing the sailboat was becoming difficult. The seas pushed by the violent tides, build high walls in front of them. 

“Rishab, be cautious. Do not stand on the deck”, shouted Niyati, who wanted to capture the changed weather on his handy-cam.

“Let it be Niyati. He has almost become a Pro”, said Anand gleefully.

“Oh My God! Anand… Anand… Rishab has fallen into the sea”

“Take care of the tiller”, Anand immediately jumped into the sea towards Rishab.

The next few seconds were traumatic. A high tide had swept Rishab away. It was becoming difficult for Anand to swim with his life jacket. He took off his life jacket and swam fiercely towards Rishab. Anand, the expert that he was, caught Rishab from the back of his life jacket and pulled him towards the boat. In no time, he was near the boat with Rishab.

“Niyati… Niyati…” Anand was gasping for air.

“Yes Anand. “Rishab” is safe. Come over.”

She could not believe the turn of events herself. Anand, a professional, was not able to hold himself in the waters. It seemed something was pulling him into the sea. Even before she realised, he was some twenty feet away from the boat. To her surprise, he wore a soulful smiling look and waved to her.

“Noooooo… Anand”. Niyati took her life jacket off and jumped into the sea without thinking about herself. She swam at a fierce pace. The more she tried to reach him, the farther the distance between them grew.

“Oh Lord… listen… please listen”, she called out.

“Tell me, my child, “ she heard a profound voice coming somewhere from deep. She saw a magnificent bright light showering towards her. Everything seemed formless, time seemed to have stopped for the next “sixteen minutes”. Those “sixteen minutes” were the time between life and the death.

“Oh Lord!…  Can you hear me?”. She tried to stop her tears, but it didn”t matter as nobody would notice.

“Yes, my child “.

“Lord… Lord… My husband”, she cried within. The sea would have looked shallow if she cried.

“Feel who is beside you”

Niyati turned her face around to find Anand beside her. He was smiling, calm and soulful.

“Thank you, my Lord”, Niyati got hold of Anand”s wrist and tried pulling him towards the boat. His body was stiff, heavy and did not move an inch. 

“He has chosen the time” said the Lord.

“No… No… Anand!… Anand!”, Niyati got hold him, pulled him violently.

“Niyati!…”

“Yes, My Lord”, said Niyati.

“No. It”s me…Anand”

“Oh, Anand!…We are blessed!. Come, we will swim to safety”, said Niyati confidently.

“You tried… didn”t you?” Anand pulled his hand out of Niyati”s clutch.

“Yes… but don”t waste time… It”s almost ten minutes in the water.  I do not know how are we alive?” Niyati pleaded to Anand.

“I can”t…Together we can”t”

“Why not Anand. Come don”t waste time”

“The time has come, Niyati. The kids need you.”

“I cannot live without you… Anand. Come, the kids need you as well”. Niyati got hold of Anand”s hand… again.

“Niyati, do not test nature. Our kids are destined to have a single parent”, said Anand to Niyati. “Go back, Now!”.

“How could I leave….?” Niyati could not complete the sentence. She had swallowed sea water. She was choking. Anand wanted to help but was not in a position to do so. Niyati became calm and composed. She became very light and saw a big ball of light attracting her. The light emanated from a white formless body.

“Oh Lord. Give me my husband.” Niyati could recognize Him.

“He is with you only.”

“No, I cannot see him.”

“Feel him beside you. He was always there and will be”, said the Lord.

Niyati understood. “What do you want me to do, Lord?”

“Your kids are destined to have a single parent. Go back…He has taken your place”.

The whole family, including Niyati was in a state of shock after the incident. Niyati kept murmuring, while she lay in bed at home. ““The last sixteen minutes” changed our lives forever”…. “It was me who had to go… How could Anand…?” “How could God listen to his request….?”

It was Not in Destiny!

"It's Destiny, My Love"

Management perspective on "Law of Attraction" and "Destiny"

"Law of Attraction" talks about the intensity of desire which helps you acquire "what you want". As per wikipedia.org

 

The law of attraction is the name given to the maxim "like attracts like" which in New Thought philosophy is used to sum up the idea that by focusing on positive or negative thoughts a person brings positive or negative experiences into their life. [1] [2] This belief is based upon the idea that people and their thoughts are both made from "pure energy", and the belief that like energy attracts like energy.

If you talk about "Management Perspective", it says "Fix a Goal first" and then follow it rigorously to achieve "That Goal".  Even in life we are tutored day in and day out by our parents, teachers and peers "Do this" and "you will achieve that". 

In reality, it's different 

Saurabh Leekha, author "It's Destiny, My Love" through his book talks about "Destiny or Niyati" as the sole means for acquiring your desires. The protagonist in the book does not have a strong desire of achievement but circumstances (here destiny) force him to respond to the challenges which ultimately lead to the fulfillment.

Saurabh, through his book argues that you can "desire" only if "destiny" is in your favor.
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"It's Destiny, My Love" in News (Hindustan Times HT City dated 11 Mar 2016)

It's Destiny, My Love in News (Hindu Dated 10 Mar 2016)

It's Destiny, My Love (Book Available @ Amazon : Story)

Its Destiny, My Love (Book available @ Amazon)

It's Destiny, My Love (Inspiring Read for Entrepreneurs)

 

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It's Destiny, My Love (Book Launch)

This story, set in early 2000’s is about Aditya, Aditya Pathak. It’s about grit, determination and beating the odds… an inspiring read about a subdued child who turns into a rebellious survivor of circumstances. Aditya has a humble upbringing in a nondescript house and his life revolves around his father Tiger (nicknamed by him and his mom) and his mother Royal Bengal Tigress (needs no introduction). His father, a small-time officer, wants Aditya to follow his footsteps and isn’t too keen on his only son nursing larger-than-life ambitions. All he wants is his son to lead a content, happy life at home and at work, just as he himself did.

But Aditya’s dreams are different, he is made of different metal, wants to live life on his own terms. Aditya gives life, his best shot, but it still takes him through a roller coaster ride. It seems nothing is working for him. Yet, his relentless ambition to lead the high-flying life and aeroplanes keep nudging him in a direction completely different from what his father had pursued.

At the same time, destiny forces him to respond to continuous challenges and circumstances life throws at him. Two women, Vandana who loves him and Rashmi whom he loves, add to the complications and solutions. He must sail through family disappointments, a broken love affair and workplace challenges.

Will he now rise to the occasion and deliver his best. Beat the same people who think he is a toddler, at their own game. Will he realize his dream of acquiring a personal jetliner, a metaphor, a benchmark for pursuit of success.

Read this gripping and funny tale of Aditya. Aditya Pathak..

Romance, Surprise & Drama!!

 
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