Those days at Jamnalal were such fun. I loved everything — the classes, friends, dating Swati and, of course, the lunch breaks! We had an hour-and-a-half for lunch and it was showing, literally. I had put on so much weight! I still remember the vada pavs we used to have in Lonavala. Swati and I would drive down there during the monsoons in the green Karmann Ghia or the Beetle. The days zipped by so fast. I was the only one in the entire class who was married, a year before completing my MBA, as Dad didn’t want me to wait. “If you’ve made up your mind, why delay things?” he asked.
Maybe, he knew what was coming. It could be why he pushed me into business so early. Business was always a priority for him. Both his time and money were rooted there. He wanted me to get acquainted with the operations right from my Bajaj days. It was a revelation watching him in action. He would never shout at anyone, no matter what went wrong. Nor would he shy away from empowering the people around him.
I had finished my MBA in 1977 and a year down the