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Passion is still alive somewhere



Inspiration comes in different forms and shapes. Most times they we get inspired even when we don’t look for it. I had an interesting conversation with my cab driver. It was quite refreshing to know that people with passion still exist. In the corporate run, we are all losers in one way or other. We either lose our originality in the politics or our sense of being in the competition. We rarely find people doing things they love. The horror part is we forgot what our passion is over the point of time. Life becomes too monotonous to be true.   

The journey started in the usual way. With him concentrating on driving and me on my phone trying to connect with the virtual online world. Do you know websites where I can download movies? He asked. I am shocked by the question. I have Jio with me, he said and he gave me his phone. The marketing effort of Reliance team has really made an impact. I downloaded a few apps and he started talking about his job. He spoke of targets and his job nature. One thing which was constant was his passion towards his work. The shock can much later. We were discussing the pre and post Ola period when he told me he was a automobile engineer. Before I could start thinking on the fate of Indian Engineers, He listed the names of MNC and corporate he has worked with. Then why did you start driving was the honest human curiosity. His answer was simple. I love driving and I wanted to be my own boss. I am tired of Corporatism, he said. I earn more now, he was so proud and passionate about his work. I was surprised and impressed. Job does not matter. Doing what is right for us does. I made me realize Passion is still alive somewhere

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