MBA chai-wala by Gaurav

 

MBA chai-wala by Gaurav

 

 

Hi guys today I will tell you the unbelievable story of praful billore. The who didn’t get admission IIM ahmedabad. And then started his own chai stall and now he had a turnover of 3 crore. Want to know his journey and his ideas so read this  blog till the end.

 

Praful Billore: The Initial Struggle

This story is of a middle-class guy Prafull Billore who was ambitious, hardworking and wanted to pursue his masters from IIM Ahmedabad. To achieve his goal he studied 10 hours a day but couldn’t taste success in clearing the CAT exam. He failed 3 out of the 3 times he appeared for the CAT exam. Although his parents supported him despite repetitive failure but not getting success in every attempt broke him and he was in depression for some time.

During distress, he roamed around the city for comfort and discovered a place in Ahmedabad where it felt like a second home for him. Tagged with failure, depression, he had no clue what to do next. So to sustain life, he started working at McDonald’s. In the initial period, he was a housekeeping staff and soon got promoted to kitchen staff and took orders and served customers.

Although he worked in a well-known brand, he always desired to have his own identity. Starting his own business was always there in the back of his mind. Initially, he planned to start a cafe but that cost a huge sum of INR 15 lakhs. With no cash in hand, he dropped the plan; but to start his own venture was always he thought of.

 

Five years ago, Prafull Billore, a 20-year-old B.Com graduate from a village in Madhya Pradesh arrived in Ahmedabad with plans of starting a business that would help him overcome the disappointment of not getting an MBA seat in any of the prestigious business schools in India.

Within three months, he set up a roadside tea stall borrowing Rs 8,000 from his father and christened the shop with a quirky name, MBA Chaiwala. (The MBA in the name stands for Mr Billore Ahmedabad)

Prafull Billore, who started from a roadside tea stall, has now built a Rs 3 crore turnover F & B business.

On the first day he made a sale of Rs 150, and there has been no looking back since as his business took off.
He has tried many new things; including selling tea at political rallies, naming the tea after the programmes initiated by the parties, and by FY 2019-20 the turnover had touched Rs 3 crore.

Prafull’s business model grabbed the attention of the media and an invitation to address the students at IIM Ahmedabad, where he had dreamt of studying once

 

chai Is India’s favourite beverage. According to the report, for every one cup of coffee, Indians consume 30 cups of tea. For some, it’s not just a drink that starts their day it’s a way of life. This sentiment is exactly what Prafull Billore from Madhya Pradesh tapped into – like so many millions of tea sellers. So what makes him different? Consider his life story .Four years ago, after he dropped out of an MBA course in Ahmedabad, Prafull decided to start his own business of selling chai.

He borrowed Rs 8,000 from his father, and put up a stall named ‘Chai Wala’, outside the premises of the Indian Institute of Management – Ahmedabad. On his first day, he made a profit of Rs 150. Everyone was intrigued by this English-speaking chaiwala.

 

Today, Prafull has a 300 sq ft restaurant named ‘MBA Chai Wala’, where he has employed 20 people. In the financial year 2019-20, he recorded a turnover of Rs 3 crore. “My dream is to sell tea across the country, and that every Indian drink my tea,” he says.

 

MBA Chaiwala was so famous that IIM Ahmedabad invited Prafull Billore to participate in one of their events and give a speech on how to grow big with passion. The irony was the same IIM Ahmedabad, where he wanted to pursue his MBA studies in the early days but failed, he started his own venture and now was invited to deliver a speech.

 

No business is successful unless you’re dedicated and passionate about the same. Taking risks may be challenging, but a risk never taken is a failure. Build in the courage and start chasing your dreams, not for others but yourself.

 

Hope you liked this story very much. What you learnt from this story? Tell me in the comment box. This is  my one of the favourite success story. No one can imagine in India the a chaiwala can become a millionaire. I want to say only one thing don’t lose hope believe in yourself. Make your goal clear. Face the  problems like an opportunity then you done. No one can stop you to become a millionaire.

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The story of life by Gaurav

 

The story of life by Gaurav

 In today's blog I am going to tell you the story or a reality of old man. so without wasting any let's begin with our blog.

 

How long will I live? This is a question my 95-year-old uncle asked me the other day. He still man- ages to walk to the fields, with a stick, twice a day. He still per- forms his morning pooja. But he eats far too little; can't hear a word; and feels a lot weaker than before. He will live to a 100, his son adds. Makes me wonder what would happen to us if we lived that long.

    Does one tire of living, often ask myself. I have witnessed how fondly my 80-year- old grandmother would relish her food. And how eager she was about good food. A common thread across many elders I have known, is the fondness for food. And then the attachment for tiny material objects; the penchant for hoarding; the adamance about where they would live; the steadfastness for daily routines; the eagerness for information, bordering on gossip and so many such little quirks. It would seem to me that people don't tire of their desires. Not easily.

What if I also became one such elder? Craving chocolate ice cream at midnight and unwilling to sleep without my favourite pillow? How would manage to pull through a day without meeting people or having conversations? How would I stay in a house without a balcony that looks into the sky? Or without a bird that would chirp in the morning? Or flowers and greens that fill my yard? Oh, that list is so long. Would not being able to shorten It make my old age unbearable? What would happen and how would those years be?

    I nurture a romantic notion. Of a tiny house in a small village. With a large yard full of trees. And a cow in the yard; a tom cat prowling about and a dog at my feet. I imagine a house in which anyone who wants to come in is welcome. To stay, to eat, to talk and to lead a simple life of just food, books, music and the charm of the vast outdoors. A house without locks as it has no hoards. And a life telling stories to little children. Teaching them some math and literature. And feeding them all the milk, yogurt and ghee that the cows give. Or is that still too long a list of desires with too many specifications?

I always argue that old age must involve abdication. Of most worldly possessions and pleasures. But I do not see examples of that happening around me. I do not see even the earlier generation giving up worldly possessions. I mostly see fear, secrecy, bitterness, complaint, and many negative emotions that hinge on expectations and disappointments. Then I see stinging loneliness. Even those who have resigned to a quiet life, seem burdened by the lackluster everyday existence. My plans are dismissed as too surreal when cross checked against these realities. So here is my list of questions about old age. Consider them as points to ponder.

 First, is there a point where one stops bothering about income and expense? Will these questions nag one to death? After retirement, the first 10 years may be spent on trying to still earn an income; the next 10 may be spent on ensuring expenses are in line. What after that? Wouldn't there be a situation of lesser expense? Would one not feel old enough to spend and use the corpus? Should old age always be spent counting pennies?

Second, would age enable becoming minimalistic? There is so much one can do without. At some point one must stop acquiring things. Why does one keep buying and hoarding? Is it a psychological response to feeing lonely? If needs are limited, expenses are limited, and anxiety about money is also lesser. What does it take to say no to stuff, and to be con- tent with what is already there?

 Third, why postpone giving to the day when one is no more? What happens if one systematically gives away little things at first, and slowly progresses to bigger things? Keep say 30% of your wealth for yourself, and give away all else? Wouldn't that be enough to see one through? Shouldn't the act of simplifying one's finances begin soon after retirement and get tighter as years roll?

 Fourth, how does one develop a network that is outside the family and nurture it? Like minded friends undoubtedly add to the joys of life, especially at old age. But one must also be in touch with youth. For the sheer energy, freshness, fearlessness and unbounded joy that children and youth bring, they must be part of an elder's life. Age bestows perspective and appreciation that enriches the lives of the young in no small measure. In these days of distant grandchildren, how does one bring these joys into one's life?

Fifth, how does one deal with limited mobility? Of a life without travel? Or even the joys of a long walk or trek? How does one reconcile with the same piece of sky each day? Money can't buy the joys that our own aging frames cannot enjoy. Is being relegated to passive television and social media the only solace? Will vicarious pleasure replace real experiences? How does one cope with the lack of new experiences? Or is that longing also something to be frowned upon?

 

Sixth, is there a point when one looks within, becomes quieter from that introspection, and exhibits gratitude rather than entitlement? How does that come about? Why is old age filled with noisy complaints, bitter accusations, and resenting withdrawal when nothing else works? What does it take for truth about one's mortality to prevail as a humbling presence? This attitude may not be about money, or is it? Retirement planning is so overtly focused on adequacy of income and wealth to care about these questions. When one's immediate family lives too far away, and when one knows that the loving spouse will also depart one day, how does one pre- pare for life? How does one minimise the scope of activities to just a few? How does one allocate money for what matters-relationships, conversations. Or how does one allocate money for what must be done bequest, charity. And how does one order one's life to clutch to the last strands of meaningful existence, even as the body and limbs are winding down. I am keen to know if personal finance offers any answers.

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