Take a moment. Imagine yourself 25 years from now. Some of u would be retired. Some of u might be visualising urself enjoying at a holiday home with family. Some maybe CEO of a corporate or a high flying entrepreneur. Some as political leader or religious guru. 1/6
Your goals and aspirations may differ but am sure nobody paints themselves as obese, someone who can’t bend to tie their shoes. Someone so frail that getting up from a chair becomes a Herculean task. Yes as you age your hairs will thin, u will have wrinkles,2/6
your steps aren’t quiet springy, but imagine no wheelchairs, no canes. Whatever u r doing, u r doing with the energy of someone half ur age. Your body isn’t standing on your way. How am I so sure? Because I am living, breathing proof..3/6
And neither I was an athlete in my younger days nor am a trainer coach or nutritionist or doctor. I have a body that’s ageing in reverse. At 55, having metabolic age of 38. Isn’t exercising daily better than heart surgery?4/6
Change ur mindset. What is difficult now will be vastly better in future. U save for ur retirement without even knowing that u will live that long. Or will that be even sufficient. U never question savings. Similarly make healthier life choices today to avoid sickness,..5/6
..improve longevity, and decline later on. Take care of ur sleep, nutrition, exercise. Take care of your body. Find your killer confidence. Ping me if u have any question. Happy to help. #fitafter50 6/6
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I often see people in a rush when I drop my granddaughter at school. Some are eating breakfast in their cars. Others are already on calls, laptops open.
It looks like nonstop pressure despite all the tech meant to help. After mentoring 70+ professionals and reviewing their calendars, I noticed something surprising in 70% of them..
They weren’t drowning in work. They were drowning in distraction. Days packed with meetings, yes but also filled with tiny digital detours: WhatsApp, news, emails, stocks, online shopping. Each one harmless on its own. Together? A productivity killer.
Here’s how a typical day slips away:
9 AM - Sit down, check news. Read headlines, follow 2-3 links. Check stocks. Open email, reply to a few. Coffee. New headlines. Open WhatsApp to message someone and find 10 unread. Get lost in them forgetting why in the first place opened it. More emails. Check stocks again. Quick shopping online for grocery.
My son moved to Pune to start a café. I had hoped he would join my business, carry on the legacy. That’s what sons usually do, right? But he had his own plans. And it hurt more than I ever admitted.
He built 3 cafes in a year. Beautiful, successful, all his. I knew then he wasn’t coming back. I started slowing down. No more expanding my business. Then life stepped in. A photo I took won an award. Paid trip to UK.
He came back from that trip wanting more from life. Shut down the cafes. Moved to the UK to study. This came from nowhere. Just… timing. Life. He returned home years later, degree in hand, ready to join me in business. What I once begged for, happened on its own.
Cellphone addiction is hurting efficiency everywhere. In our factory, operators get distracted watching reels. With automation projects + defence work, confidentiality is critical too. So we decided: no phones inside, not even for visitors.
This evening around 8 pm, my son left the factory for home and posted a query on Alibaba for a solution. In just 2 minutes, 5 suppliers responded. Mind you, it was already past 11 pm in China.
By the time he drove 15 minutes home, they had designed the product with our logo and were ready to ship 200 units.
My son gifted me a beautiful leather jacket from Italy. Years ago, I’d have just added it to my collection.
But now, life is different. I live with less. One in, one out.
So I stood at my cupboard, wondering which jacket to give away. And something shifted.
It wasn’t just about space. It was about privilege.
I could let go of something still good - just to make room. That’s a kind of freedom.
And suddenly, I thought of my great-great-grandfather.
He had nothing. He dried cow dung to sell as fuel. He walked across states to build a future.
Every small step he took made my life possible.
We still have some of the beads he once sold, in our puja room.
Reminders of where we come from.
Driving on the Faridabad-Gurgaon highway, I stayed in my lane, within the speed limit.
A tempo overtook from the wrong side and hit my side mirror. My first instinct? Chase him. Hands clenched. Foot ready to accelerate. Then I remembered I am in NCR, you dont do this. For that matter no where it helps.
The mirror could be fixed. Thats why we have insurance.
Getting into a fight wasn’t worth it. My peace and safety mattered more.
That moment stayed with me. Because the same lesson showed up again, online.
Few weeks back, someone tweeted a sly comment about me. I almost replied. Angry words were at my fingertips. But again, I paused. I can’t control what others say. I can only control how I respond. So I chose silence. Peace. Moved on.