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Save more. Invest wisely. Build the nest egg. All good advice. I follow it myself. But somewhere between the SIP instalment and the life you actually want to live, there's a question most financial plans don't answer: When do you get to enjoy any of this? This week, I wrote about that tension and the one insight from the world of investing that changed how I think about spending on the things that matter.

After a short break, Nuggets From Lived Experiences is back. This week, a family holiday turned into something I didn't plan for. A country that does the ordinary so extraordinarily well that coming home felt different this time. When you read it, you'll know exactly what I mean.

I did something eight years ago that two doctors advised against. I insisted. They eventually gave in. And I got exactly what I asked for. I've regretted it since. Funny how that works! We chase a version of ourselves that isn't here yet, only to discover that time was going to deliver it anyway. This piece is about that. And about my mother, who sees the whole thing very differently.

Someone did it to me again recently. Mid-conversation. It's the single most disrespectful thing people do today — and most of them have no idea they're doing it. I've started responding to it differently. In this piece, I write about this habit, why it's more serious than most people think, and what I believe it reveals about the person who does it. You'll recognise someone in here. You might even recognise yourself.

Mohit Sain left my team last week. And is relocating to Sydney today. When he first told me he was leaving, my first thought was "oh no". Over two decades of leading teams, I've been here before — that strange place where you're genuinely happy for someone and quietly worried how to fill the gap. It never gets entirely easier. But I've learned what to do with it. This Saturday, I write about letting go, starting over, and the one question that has guided every such decision I've made.

To every student staring at a result right now — good, bad, or somewhere in between. I was you once. Terrified. Underprepared. Hoping for just enough. What I know now, that I wish someone had told me then, is that the number on that marksheet is one sentence in a very long story. Not the last one. Not even close to the most important one.