felt like an honour post – an acknowledgement of the real Gs I’ve seen and learnt from.
both my grandads: absolute legends. the kind of lore I genuinely can’t wrap my head around most days.
my dad’s dad – may his iconic soul rest – became a marine engineer, sailed the world for years, worked at the Bombay Port Trust, taught engineering drawing as a side hustle, supported multiple families at once, educated kids that weren’t his own, did all of it on a meagre government salary that would make you wince, and still became a millionaire through the sheer power of frugality, saving, and compound interest. left it all for his wife (my grandmother). I should call her today, but it boggles my mind every time I think about it.
my mum’s dad – 97 today and still alive and kicking – hopped off a train from Goa to Bombay alone when he was around fifteen, maybe younger. took honest work with his two hands and broke his back at it the way real men did. and then – pretending to be an adult – willed his way into training as a deep-sea diver. I’ve heard endless tales of welding ships underwater, near-death experiences, retrieving slabs of gold for the government, bringing the drowned back to the surface so their families could grieve them right - and all of it while feeding a family of five and having a jolly good time.
I think about these two a lot. the shoes are massive, the legacy loaded, and I’m out here most days feeling like I’m failing people and projects in equal measure, trying to hold all the pieces together with both hands while more pieces fall. but we’re in the arena – and the arena is the only place worth being. we fall flat, we fail often, but we get back up and we rip it again. that’s the game. blessed with the pressure test – wouldn’t have it any other way.
to the two greatest Gs I’ll ever know. salute.