Gurugram is filled with successful corporate men and women in their 40s who dream of being liberated by their own startups, and dependents who want to quietly destroy those radical notions. The town is also filled with those who have liberated themselves. Once, on Monday morning, they would go to the office; Now, they are talking about their ideas in small cafes.
In Indian cities, there is a new peer pressure on middle-aged managers. If they don’t work in their own startups, they feel like they are rotting in the lap of a secure dull job. If they are running their own startups, many of them have more credible reasons to feel failed; It feels earlier than volatility.
They once developed some physical traits that annoyed young writers in their next big novel or movie alone. In the trance of their thoughts, they speed up their rooms, walk the streets in meditative awe, write concept notes and are inspired by the gurus of their professions. They, in turn, do certain things differently from hungry young artists. They listen for hours to podcasts from the United States on how to create a successful business. They must have heard Steve Jobs’ famous convocation speech that “your time is limited, so do not spend someone else’s life”.
From childhood, at every stage of their lives, they were told how to live and they followed. They are given a clear idea of the final frontier, which, if a goal is achieved, will ‘stabilize’ them forever. What they found out about life was that after a well-known Objective-type entrance exam, there was another Objective-type entrance exam; Another boundary, and then another.
The onion with the final frontiers of life. Now the final frontier is their own venture. Throughout their lives, they were driven by the fear that their peers would do better than them. This fear made them adapt to every ideology in society. They did everything the adults told them to do, and they clearly avoided what they were told to do. But that fear is not over; No matter what, the chase continues. I was reminded of a poem written by Tamil politician Kanimozhi:
‘Following my father’s advice,
I went to school, combed my hair,
Avoided some friends, dressed me well,
I clean my teeth, pray, get married
Now looking forward to my turn. ‘
After a lifetime of training, be sure to consider ‘interruption’ a bad word, never be rebels and even punish rebels, they now have to strike on their own on the strength of an idea. How cruel.
Those who are consumed by ideas, after the initial months have passed, begin to fear that their ideas are not great enough, or perhaps simply exploitative. There are a lot of people who have no ideas. They only know that they need a big startup, they only know how to write the next big thing, yet they don’t know exactly what to write. Where ideas come from, they wonder. What they need to do to get an idea. Isn’t ‘idea’ another way of providing food to people?
Among those suffering from entrepreneurial fever are those who have become venture capitalists. They invest in selected fevers, and hope to be a hit. Many victims now contact them to provide a feeling that they have raised suspicion to anyone who says he has a great idea. Their faces remind me of publishers trying to flee someone who wants to pitch a book.
Until recently, the corporate class had no foreshadowing of failure. They are optimistic, arrogant and less sad. But now, in the age of ideas, many of them are beginning to experience the frustration of defeat. It can be a daily embarrassment to have to answer to superiors and among those who are liberated, it is a chronic lack of progress. The majority of artists and intellectuals who have made an impact on the world are in a constant sense of situation failure; They portray the world in gloomy ways and look towards organized compassion. What are the consequences of investors even feeling like underdogs? They are more compassionate, turning to failure and misery and joining artists in portraying the winners of our time as arch-villains. The most modern virtue in the world, derives from the millionaires who despise billionaires. As a result, the weeping golden age enters its platinum age.
Manu Joseph is a journalist, and novelist, most recently ‘Miss Laila, Armed and Dangerous’