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MY $.02 | The Chicken and the Egg of Priorities and Choices

I run a couple of small businesses right now. I also advise two others. Much of my time is spent helping the people I work with identify priorities.

What should they be focused on? What is their priority?

It is the priority that dictates the choices we make. More often than not we’re in position to make choices based on our priorities. I’ve worked with people who cherished such constraints. So much so that they would create them artificially (I believe creating artificial constraints is an incredibly powerful force, depending on the constraints you dictate of course). I have my own philosophy on creating constraints that I’ll write about at some point — as time permits.

If we focus on the priority we can be motivated in good times (or when there is no other choice). We can also be demotivated because of the constraint that we’ve committed so much time to; that may not be working out as well as we had planned.

There is always then a discussion about whether or not we have the right priority. That’s an easy discussion. Because often times, it’s easy to change. Simply adjust the priority and you either have new goals that are more attainable or, you at the very least, have no priorities that can be invigorating purely because … they are new.

These are easy discussions at work. At home, they are sometimes not so easy. The choices we make are more permanent. Which is why I think it’s most important to realize that before the priority, came a choice.

Instead of the priority dictating the choice in our personal lives we must never forget that it is our choices that dictate our priorities. To go to college (and beyond). Where we live. What career we choose to pursue (and what environments we choose to work within). Who we marry. And perhaps penultimately, whether we choose to have kids.

Each one of those choices dictates another set of priorities. And along the way, each one of those decisions elevates a set of priorities and clarifies a future set of choices.

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Of all the choices, the most unique one is the decision to have kids. Whereas all other choices are ones that are designed to make you better, to advance your self — I’ve often told the people I love, the people I work with, the (few and far between) people who (stumble into) asking me questions about life — I’ve often told these people that the two most selfish decisions you make in your life should be (1) the career you choose (and as a subset, the jobs you take and the people you choose to work for) and (2) the person you choose to spend the rest of your life with.

Those are the two most selfish decisions one can make. And if made selfishly, they end up being the most valuable decisions and personally advancing decisions you can make.

KIDS--An--HalloweenKids, however, are something else. They become the most selfless decision you can make You have to embrace and realize that more than anything else, all decisions from the moment of conception or birth forward, are made with their life, their livelihood, their success, as the top priority.

I often hear parents talk about life with kids as a limitation and restriction on

KIDS--Jaanu--Halloweenchoices. I don’t feel that way. I never have. And after this past year and this past few weeks as time to reflect around the annual approach of important Indian and US holidays — I realize kids aren’t restricting.

They were my choice. They were more honestly our choice. Our BEST choice.

And they will always be, as a result, our top priority going forward. Ourselves, dutifully, practically, deliberately, in service.

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THANK YOU or BULWARKS

Thank you … so much. I have much to be grateful and thankful for. Where we’ve brought Dream Village; and where we’re poised to take it, is one of those things. Special thanks to Soles4Souls and Children’s Cancer Research Fund who have taken an interest in two of our books and whose work we are incredibly excited to support with more vigor and intent going forward.

Have a great Thanksgiving to those in the US; and as I shared with our amazing (diverse, global) team at Crazy Egg … “In the US we hit Thanksgiving (Canada technically celebrated about a month ago). There’s a storied and controversial history to the holiday but the present spirit is still worth celebrating — be thankful, be grateful.

You don’t have to live in North America to celebrate its spirit; and you don’t have to wait, hold, or target solely today to celebrate it either. It’s been a wonderful year in many ways; it’s also had its fair share of challenges. The kind we only get through when we realize how lucky we are, how many people we have to be thankful and grateful for. I count each of you as a bulwark against the downs, and as wind carrying me through all of those highs (which materially outnumber the former).

Enjoy the week. Find your way to pay attention to the things that matter to you.”#iamgrateful and #iamthankful … ’nuff said (RIP Stan Lee).cc Specifically the people who have gone out of their way to make Dream Village, Where Kids Build Better Tomorrows special this year Dion RidleyOliver BruehlAndrew MandelbaumDominic S. GagliardiMeena Mehta Pinki Shah Erin QuinnLeena PatelPriya S. DalalKC Traveler @emily zotto-barnum Rama ChauhanMalika GandhiSwati GandhiAshish N. PatelStephen KellyPeter Fisher

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HOW TO TELL A STORY or HBD DADDY

“We had just landed in the US. I wasn’t sure why so many people had warned us about the weather in NY being so cold during the winter. Looking out the window overtop the wing all we saw was a bright and beaming sun. We took all the layers we were told to drape ourselves in and folded them over our arms. The door opened, we made our way to descend the stairs onto the Tarmac.

I have never been so cold in my entire life.

Lesson #1: In a US winter, the sun only means light — it does not mean warmth. We quickly layered our clothes on and it’s a chill that I can still feel some 50 years later. Maybe we should have noticed how all the other people were dressed as they deplaned. Maybe we just should have listened to what we were told in the first place. Nothing like sub-freezing temperatures to knock an unnecessarily confident simle off of one’s face.

We found ourselves to where we were staying for the night; and then made our way nearby to a casual restaurant. We wanted chai. But we were told the best we were going to get in a restaurant was tea.

Lesson #2: Tea and chai are synonyms in India. Not in NY in the late 60’s. We ordered tea. The waiter took our order and came back with the following:> Mug filled with steaming hot water> Saucer beneath the mug> Spoon> A curious looking white packet that contained what we believed to be tea leaves

We looked at each other. Pulled the string off the pouch holding the tea leaves. Ripped it open, and poured the leaves into the mug.

There.

That was easy.

We thought to ourselves…but for the shortest split of a second as we heard yips and yelps heading our direction and turned to find our waiter running over to us in a hurry, with a look of utter surprise and shock…”NO NO NO! You don’t do that! You put the entire bag into the hot water.”

“Excuse me, sir?”

“Yes.

You put the entire tea bag into the hot water. It soaks. And then after a minute you pull out the tea bag whole, and you have your tea.

“We looked at each other. Matching his shock and surprise with our own. What was this magical pouch we were dealing with?”

Remember the mistake we made getting off the plane? We should just listen.

“So we did. When we placed the pouches — these “tea bags” — into the hot water the water instantly darkened and we watched this tea being made in front of our eyes. It was wonderful! We’d never seen anything like it.

“This is wonderful!”

We took a sip and realized it was hot, bitter water. It needed some flavor.

We called the waiter over. He pointed to a collection of white packets on the table and told us “There. There’s the sugar.”

We looked at each other. We nodded to the waiter. Knowingly. Understandingly. We gave him a smile. And we each grabbed a packet of sugar, started at it …… and dropped the whole packet into our freshly steeped tea.

Lesson #3: Packets of sugar work differently than bags of tea.”———————————————————–That … is a brilliant narrative. It’s one of your best stories, and it’s a brilliant arc. How it comes full circle. How it pulls you in. How it helps you visualize. How it immerses you in the scene. It’s all true (I’m sure some edges aren’t, but it’s anchored in reality). It’s the story of yours that I think I’ve told the most.

Of all the things you taught me directly or by example, one I make the most use of is how to tell a story. If there’s anything alive in you, in me, I think it’s that.

#iamgrateful and #iamthankful to have learned this from the greatest storyteller I’ve ever seen. Happy 78th Birthday, Daddy. You’ve gone from being my favorite storyteller to being … my favorite story.

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HBD BA or GRANDPARENTS ARE PARENTS WITH A SECOND SHOT AT THINGS

Happy Birthday, Ba. I had a pretty good week; which means … you’d have had an even better one. There’s something incredible about a grandparent’s love. I witnessed it first-hand with you, and I’m seeing it first-hand with our kids too. All love gets magnified; all missteps get marginalized. It’s not even rose colored glasses … I think it’s parents getting a second chance to look at the kids in their lives and thinking “you know, maybe I would have looked at the world more like this, knowing then what I know now.” It’s something I’m working on experiencing before my second time around. Because of you. Because of them.

We’re taking the kids to Candytopia tomorrow; all for you. For all I know, I know the one thing for sure — Candytopia would’ve been exactly how you’d have wanted to celebrate your birthday with these (or any) little monkeys around. We’ll roll with less rules for that reason, tomorrow. Love you, Ba. For teaching me the word unconditional.

#iamgrateful and #iamthankful for that feeling you gave us, and how unavoidable it is at the best and worst of times — just enveloping love when it’s needed or welcome the most. Hope you and Daddy had a great dinner tonight.

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A NEW DREAM VILLAGE or BABY STEPPING FORWARD

I’ll keep this really simple — last night we launched what is the fourth version of our website. http://bit.ly/2ymCyV2

It’s clean. It elevates our three books nicely. We’re rethinking our “Vote” model but for now, have identified a few nonprofit organizations we love to whom we’ll funnel all proceeds (100% of the money Amazon doesn’t take, we give).

Check it out. Share your feedback.

#iamgrateful and #iamthankful for some of the energy and interest Dream Village, Where Kids Build Better Tomorrows has received the past few months. It’s helped clarify our mission; it’s also helped us think about where we take the organization in 2019.

For now, keep your fingers crossed for us and, for the kids we’ll be able to help as we scale. Slowly. Sometimes like molasses in February. But scale, nonetheless.

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CHILDHOOD or APACHE, KEMOSABE

Sometimes…things, videos, clips, all, just speak for themselves. #iamgrateful and #iamthankful for Graham Norton getting what matters and brings us all together on days when sometimes, life and trends are trying to do the opposite.

Jump on it.

May any hill we all climb together, as a crew, a gang, be, at the very list, sugary by nature (not cause I hate ya.)

https://web.facebook.com/thegrahamnortonshow/videos/1204586619692924

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TURMERIC HONEYBUSH or MY NEW FAVORITE SODA

I mean what? This soda is incredible. My daddy would have loved it. In tribute, #iamgrateful and #iamthankful for the soda, the typography, the name and holy heck, the taste. What a combination with citrus, black pepper….wow.

It’s wonderful. You get the bright almost powdered creaminess of the Turmeric right at first sip and then it falls away and you get a light sweetness balanced with citrus (the peel essence is clear and evident, like what you’d get from a good cocktail) and effervescence; right when you finish your sip you get a lingering pepper sensation with a heat that’s truly subtle but enough of a note that you know it’s there. I. Mean. Whoa.Nice work Dona Chai

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A CONTEST or STREAMING AT 500MM VIEWS

Don’t Google …. what’s the most streamed 90s song on Spotify? Actually, the most streamed song before 2000 on Spotify?

First person who gets it right…gets a gift with some redeemable monetary value commensurate with getting this right. Also, based on who you are, I’ll know whether you Googled it or not. 🙂 GO!

CONGRATULATIONS to Matt Corona for guessing correctly. Except with him, it’s never a guess. He just knows all musically: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6hzrDeceEKc#iamgrateful and #iamthankful for random facts … and truths. Save me folks.

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SHARKS or ‘NUFF SAID

I’ve got my Daddy Shark T-Shirt and it’s killing with the audience here in Edison, NJ. This … truly definitive. #iamgrateful and #iamthankful for Baby Shark.

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REMIXED RAIN or CRUTCHES

We distributed your ashes today. There’s so much I want to write and say but I don’t know if I have the energy for it: too much life happening recently.

I do want to share a few things, though.

For example, when we took your body down in India and prepared you for cremation, the sky opened up and refreshed the earth with rain. Quickly. Just while we carried you down. It stopped precisely when we hit the ground floor. Well, today, we took those ashes from that day for distribution. And when we sat in the car, and turned away from our cul-de-sac, our windshield began to be spotted by rain again. Just for the drive. Just for those 22 minutes. It was beautiful. It’s too poetic for me to leave it as a coincidence. Instead, I used it as a crutch for the ceremony. I needed crutches. My knees were ripe to buckle a few times — mom’s face, Tita’s tears…most powerfully when your grandkids were participating. Throwing your ashes to the wind and water. Oh wow. Then. Yes then.

Those rain drops. Ami Chhatna, gave me some strength. It was beautiful to see even Mother Nature bow her head and shed some tears for you.

You’re also, all space and air and memories and legacy now. Your ashes are no longer in our house. That was a crutch for all of us too. It sounds silly. But that box in the house … that was comfort. It’s no more. And that’s hard. That’s really hard, Daddy.

Mom said it. “It’s real.” And she said so much more. Yes, we are going to be fine. But yes, it’s still so hard.

Finally. I wore your shirt today. I shaved this morning. I had my glasses on. And when I saw myself in the car window I startled myself. Honestly. I did a double take. I thought I saw you. And then I looked harder. I saw what looked like a wire hanger holding up your shirt. Hollow. Two dimensional. Empty. There’s so much legacy, love, life, to fill. If I have to be honest, which I have to be, I’m not filling it. I’m just not close to filling it.

You are your legacy longer than you are your self.#iamgrateful and #iamthankful for how you are being carried forward. How people are keeping you alive. How your presence is being maintained even as your person moves More permanently into the past. That’s beautiful. That’s a crutch. When people talk about you and remember you. Those are little crutches too.

I look at all you’ve left behind. Your legacy is incredible. It’s humbling. Mine pales, Daddy. #truth. It’s been a lot to process. But truth is truth. However when you see those grandkids of yours I think the world sees all the best of you carrying forward. That’s also your truth. They are some of the best of your legacy. And that too…is perhaps my strongest crutch. You. In them.

That’s beautiful too.#iamgrateful and #iamthankful for that We miss you, Daddy. It was chilly today. You’d have hated the weather. But loved the day.

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