Eyeing the Success - Part 3 - Bachpan

Finally with Amita's influence on my side, I was able to convince the ever modest Jayant (Or as I call him Jayant Dada). He agreed to tell me his story which turned out to be fun and all the more inspirational. I will try to put it here in the best possible form with Jayant's permission.

Jayant Dada's both parents being goans made Jayant as well Goan by heart. He was born in Margao, a small town in south Goa on 12th September 1968. His father had to shift to Pune to make a living a few years later, which started a different chapter in Jayant dada's life.The whole family shifted to a small rented place at Laxmi road, Pune where Jayant Dada has lived most of his life.

Jayant dada was well behaved to the extent that we can call it so. He did all the things that generally all children do while his father was not around. He was a celebrity in his "Wada" and was loved by one and all in the society. He was brilliant in studies and together with his lovable behavior, he could easily get whatever he wanted and that too from punekars. This in itself was an achievement of sorts.

As a child he never dominated or dictated anyone due to which he had many true friends. While maths was a dreaded monster for most of the students, Jayant dada was like a magician playing different tricks with maths and accounts.

He finished his studies until SSC and took admissions for 11th Commerce.

Stay tuned for more....as Jayant Dada is about to enter college which is when is converted the most sad part of his life into the most important part of his life.

Eyeing the Success - Part 2 - The coincidence!!

I was very optimistic about my life since the day I met Jayant. As usual this optimism lasted for about a couple of months and it was that time of the year when we all start creeping about how we had less salary than what we deserved, how our bosses were the worst persons we have in our life, resigning from our jobs and starting our own business etc etc etc. It was appraisal time!!

My parents were busy searching for a daughter-in-law when I was busy spending my time with my friends. My trips to Goa had increased much more to my amazement. I was also of the opinion that it is now high time that I should get married. Then one fine day I was at my home in Vasco, the port town of Goa when the door bell rang. One bubbly looking lady in her 40's had come to meet my parents. I was in a hurry to go downstairs to attend one of my "Goa Friends Catchup" session. When I was back, I got to know that the lady had given a photo and "Patrika" of a potential bride. I reluctantly saw the photo. I saw a girl who was slim with big eyes and who had no expressions on her face whatsoever. Come on Pranav, Photos don't have emotions. Her name was written as Amita Shikerkar.

The patrika seem to be matching and this time I did not go to Jayant for patrika matching instead one of Amita's relatives volunteered to match the patrika and gave a positive signal that we both will make a wonderful loving pair (Open for discussion!! :))

Our families decided that we should meet. We both met and decided that we should now get married after speaking on phone for hours together for about 10 months. We both were in Pune now, with me back to routine and Amita searching for a new job. After a couple of weeks Amita told me that she has a relative of hers staying in Pune who sees "Patrika" and tells if we need to perform any rituals for our well being. I had thought that Patrika was essential only until marriage, this was something new for me.

"Come on Amita, why do we need to see Patrika. Lets believe in ourselves and with hard work and enough confidence we should be able to crack any interview".

This is what I would have said had our marriage been about couple of years old, however we were newly married couple and I thought I should not ruin my impression in the first month itself after marriage. I agreed to meet this relative of hers. On one Saturday morning we went to his house and to my amazement it was Jayant again. This time Jayant Dada as Amita would call him.

I remembered my first meet with him about 1 and a half years ago. I was excited that I will be meeting Jayant dada many a time now in the future. And this time as I had Amita by my side, my visits would have been easier.

More to come about how I could convince Jayant dada to tell me his story, some amazing incidents from his eventful life...