I've collected a few labels along the way.
CEO. Entrepreneur. Author. Producer. Strategist. Sports executive. Founder.
I've also been a gardener, a devoted servant to dogs, and an experimental cook whose confidence occasionally exceeds his competence.
None of the labels quite fit.
I grew up among the misty hills of Ooty, dropped out of college, and set off without much of a map.
Somehow, the road took me into boardrooms and stadiums, onto film sets and racetracks, through startups, stories, victories, disasters and more than a few improbable adventures.
I found myself running businesses I wasn't trained to run, building things that didn't exist, making movies I hadn't learned to make, writing books I never imagined I'd write, and sitting in rooms I had absolutely no formal qualification to be in.
Nobody seemed to notice.
At some point, Business Today named me among India's 20 future business leaders.
I kept the compliment.
The future, however, seems to have taken a few unexpected detours.
And after all these years, all these titles, and all these adventures, one mystery remains gloriously unsolved:
I still have absolutely no idea what I want to be when I grow up.