Yes, I’m back.
Back to my blogs.
Back to the one place where my thoughts feel at home.
Today was different.
A free lecture.
Half the class empty.
And my first chance to sit and really talk with my Accounts teacher.
I wanted to test him.
Not in the exam sense.
But in the sense of understanding what kind of mind he has, what kind of depth he carries.
So I told him—“Speak for twenty minutes. Any story, any lesson, any experience. I just want to hear.”
And he did.
He spoke about IPOs.
He spoke about the stock market.
He spoke about how the world of money moves.
For twenty minutes, he went on.
I listened.
I wasn’t just hearing words.
I was scanning.
Scanning his confidence, his flow, his choice of words, the kind of topics he naturally opened up.
I wanted to know whether I should take him seriously.
Whether this man could actually be a mentor.
And then, after all that, he looked at me and asked—
“What do you actually get in return after paying 50,000 for school fees and another 50,000 outside? Your father is spending lakhs of rupees on your education. So what do you really gain from it?”
That was the spark.
The question I was waiting for.
And my answer was simple.
Community.
Because to me, that’s the real ROI.
Not marks.
Not ranks.
Not a certificate.
But the people I meet.
The network I build.
The connections that last longer than any exam score.
But then it happened.
Instead of exploring what I said, he cut me short.
“Oh community… I also know this man. I also know that man.”
And I thought—No.
That’s not it.
Community isn’t about throwing names.
It isn’t about saying who you know.
It’s about what you build together.
It’s about the value you exchange.
It’s about how the people around you push you forward.
But he didn’t see it.
He laughed it off.
Turned it into a joke.
And I realized something.
He is still my teacher, yes.
I will respect him, yes.
But I won’t take him seriously.
Not in the way I was hoping to.
Because while he fumbled, I observed.
While he laughed, I learned.
While he moved on, I held on.
I’m not successful yet.
I’m not the king of anything.
I’m still a student.
I’m still learning.
Still seeking.
Still hungry.
But that’s exactly why I write.
To put it down.
To track the journey.
To sharpen my vision.
And so—mark this day.
This is the day I start writing blogs daily.
Again.
True community is not measured by the names you know, but by the value you create together.
After the last lecture ended, I was walking, stopping to talk with teachers in the staff area. He interrupted, saying, “This boy doesn’t know about community.” Then, with a laugh, he added, “Oh, I know community. It starts with C.” I laughed and walked away. But here’s the thing—he is my teacher, yet his words carried no weight. That C-word? Just a meaningless jab. Knowing the initial isn’t knowing the value. True words are measured by action, not by cheap letters.