Speaker #6: Ram Chaudhari

For weeks, I’ve been meaning to blog about a class I’m taking this semester, entitled “Taking the Leap – The Entrepreneurial Mindset.”

Basically, it’s a series of speakers who have done amazing, entrepreneurial things. The first day of class, our professor asked us whether or not we wanted to be an entrepreneur. I’ve never really felt I could actually invent something, let alone build a company and/or empire around said product, but these stories have nevertheless been incredibly inspiring.

Tonight we heard from Ram Chaudhari, one of the founders of Fortitech, a company that fortifies everyday foods with nutrients, minerals, vitamins, etc.

Mr. Chaudhari told us his incredible journey to success, with the requisite heartbreaking details—growing up in a home with water buffalo dung floors, walking away from his village at age 9, emigrating via a 37-day-long boat ride to the United States, and eventually living the American Dream, without even having spoken English upon arriving in the US. Classic success story.

However, what I took away was the humility interwoven through Mr. Chaudhari’s entire story. His mannerisms, whether it was deflecting sycophantic questions or repeatedly, repeatedly saying how privileged he’s been, that to me is the true testament to his success.

“Don’t hold back anything, even if you make mistakes,” he said. “Unless you try, you don’t know how good you are.”

Chaudhari started his career at a variety of labs, eventually quitting and becoming an entrepreneur. At the time, he was making nothing, scraping by with a wife earning her doctorate and an adolescent son. It wasn’t a fairy tale. Instead, it was a story of a man who literally made himself from nothing, yet maintained the retrospective attitude that he was lucky to have made it. He embodies the simple life, still sleeping in the same bed that he bought when he owned 20 years ago, living in the same 3-bedroom home he purchased before his company made hundreds of millions.

His work and his commitment to making a difference in the world, by means of his nutritional additives, made me realize something. Amidst all of these job interviews, I really want to find something that I care deeply about. I’ve been panicking because I simply want to solidify my future, but why solidify it into something that I don’t necessarily want? It’s the first time my life has been directionless, but I need to see this as an opportunity to guide myself unto a path on which I will feel fulfilled.

“All I had was my heart, God, and hard work.”

And that’s all I have, too.

Yet again, a corporation’s evil deeds were unearthed by a curious NYT reporter. I first heard about this story over the weekend at camp, and it was mindblowing to me that a corporation could be so heartless. How could you slash perfectly wearable clothing simply to avoid a loss of profit? How many people in New York are sitting on a park bench, freezing and starving?

And this got me wondering, just how much do corporations waste annually? Goods that are usable by the destitute, goods that could save lives? Call me a bleeding heart, but if I ever have the opportunity to work at a major corporation, I hope it’s one with a philanthropic, charitable mindset. Good riddance, H&M, won’t be shopping at your stores until you release the inevitable press release detailing your humanitarian efforts.

I’d give anything to go back to this moment right here:
Yo-Yo Ma concert outside the Lincoln Center, June 2009. Insouciance at its finest.

I’d give anything to go back to this moment right here:

Yo-Yo Ma concert outside the Lincoln Center, June 2009. Insouciance at its finest.

Glamour had this photo featured in their most recent issue, accompanying an article about feeling good in your own skin. I’ll be honest, I had to do a double-take when I first saw it.

But the comments ring so true - finally, someone who is representative of the majority of US women. It’s so weird being stuck between the dichotomy of anorexic-looking girls when I visit my relatives in Asia to seeing obviously obese people in the States, but there needs to be a happy medium. Some of the models in fashion spreads have eyes that mirror their self-starvation.

Bravo, Glamour. Not that I’m biased towards Condé Nast or anything…

Why I was born a girl and my brother was born a boy

An old essay I came across in my mom’s external hard drive, written by my brother in 6th grade:

Movie Review: A Little Princess
By Benison Waung

Life in an all-girls boarding school can be boring and sad, especially when your dad dies in war and you become a servant girl. As if this story weren’t bad enough, the way A Little Princess shows it makes it even worse.

To understand the weaknesses of A Little Princess, it helps to know the basics of the plot. The story unfolds at Miss Minchin’s Seminary for Girls. The main character, Sara Crewe, is one of the unlucky girls to go there. She lives there because her dad is in a British regiment and her mother and sister have died.

Because her father is wealthy, Sara is quite spoiled in terms of items and toys at the school. However, this luxury comes quickly to an end. At her birthday party, Sara learns that her father has just passed away. Shocked by the expense of keeping Sara, greedy and evil Miss Minchin takes all of Sara’s belongings. Sara is forced to become a servant girl and to work for room and board.

At a low point, Miss Minchin accuses Sara of stealing and tries to get Sara arrested. Sara tries to escape from the attic on a board, but then she slips and falls. She catches herself on a ledge and climbs to the window next door. When she crawls through the window, the police are banging on the door and shouting for her to come out. While Sara cowers in a corner, a strange man talks to her. When she looks up, she sees a very familiar face. It’s her dad! The only problem is that he has amnesia and doesn’t remember Sara. The police barge in and drag Sara away. Fortunately, Sara’s dad miraculously regains his memory and saves her.

Although this plot seems dramatic, I have only described the few exciting moments in the story. For the most part, A Little Princess actually has many times where there is no action. While watching, I found it hard to stay awake, particularly when Sara was crying herself to sleep. I also dozed when she opened a book or told her friends stories. I woke up whenever someone was screaming—for instance, when the fake beast roared, or when a little girl pretended to have a tantrum. Mostly, I just woke up for loud noises or dramatic actions. In short, I wouldn’t recommend this movie for boys, and I don’t understand why girls would like it so much either.

Another weakness of this movie is that it is a little unrealistic, especially when Sara falls off the board and catches herself on a ledge. I also think that the movie has too many unbelievable coincidences. Most unbelievable is the fact that Mr. Randolph, the neighbor, has adopted Captain Crewe, all because Mr. Randolph’s son had been in the same regiment as Captain Crewe. That is a little far-fetched. The next-door neighbor has adopted Sara’s supposedly dead dad. In summary, this movie has way too many ridiculous coincidences.

A final problem I have with this movie is that it is too black and white. For instance, Miss Minchin has to be the evil headmistress of the boarding school. She is like the wicked stepmother in Cinderella, or like Count Olaf in A Series of Unfortunate Events. Of course there has to be a Lavinia, who is good on the outside, but rotten on the inside. We see her character in Cinderella’s stepsisters and in Harry Potter’s rival, Draco Malfoy. Draco pretends to be good in front of his teachers, but is rotten when he’s with other children.

As for characters that are too good to be true, we have Sara. She is super-fluent in French and Latin. She’s so intelligent that the French teacher says that she should tutor Miss Minchin. Apparently, Sara must be athletic as well; otherwise, she couldn’t have caught herself on the ledge. Finally, Sara makes too many friends too quickly. If you go to a boarding school, you might be able to make one friend after a while, but you don’t usually turn everyone into your friend within a month or so. In short, Sara is just too good to be true.

To conclude, A Little Princess is at the bottom of my list of movies. It has a good plot, but too many unrealistic coincidences. It also has unrealistic characters that aren’t well-rounded. I think that this movie could be improved with more action and less crying. It could also use a character like Tom Sawyer, someone you like, but is a little troublemaker.

……..

Obviously, my brother is a boy. I LOVE THIS BOOK. And I don’t recall the movie, exactly, but it seems they embellished the novel (typical) to befit Shirley Temple.

They just don’t make movies like that anymore. Oh, and as a concluding, bedtime-inducing last thought, this is my favorite quote from the actual book The Little Princess, one of my all-time favorite quotes, period:

“When people are insulting you, there is nothing so good for them as not to say a word — just to look at them and think…

When you will not fly into a passion people know you are stronger than they are, because you are strong enough to hold in your rage, and they are not, and they say stupid things they wish they hadn’t said afterward.

There’s nothing so strong as rage, except what makes you hold it in — that’s stronger. It’s a good thing not to answer your enemies. I scarcely ever do.”

Great, I just left #1 for #8.

Apparently, Los Angeles “has the highest percentage of unmarried folks than any other city in the country.” Wait, is that a grammatical error? I think so. It should be “of any other…” right?

Ruh-roh, there goes the early bird

I have been going to bed early every night because of my new roommate Mechelle, and consequently I have been waking up early (before 9 am everyday!). Those who know me well know that I am NOT a morning person, rarely waking up in time for breakfast.

However, I’ve really enjoyed waking up early each day and going for a walk, getting a banana, etc.

But tonight, I’m starting a new book by British author Martin Booth called Gweilo, about his formative years in Hong Kong. I am an anglophile, so obviously I love his Briticisms. And Hong Kong is my fave. This book is going to be the death of me, especially with recruitment madness in full swing. My mom found it in our garage, claiming I brought it home a while back. I don’t remember that, but I’m already engrossed.

And there goes my early bedtime and early wakeup time. Hence, the ruh-roh.

Let’s take a look at some of my best friends, shall we? People that I write about on this blog but you might not know… I think if you surround yourself with beauty (both inside and out), you yourself become a more beautiful person. It’s especially true when you hang out with people who are ugly on the inside - it can change you so quickly, and you don’t even realize it.

I digress. I like beautiful people :)

Exhibit A: Jimalyn

My best friend since conception, she and I were practically born to be best friends. And seriously, she oozes a confidence that I don’t know I’ll ever be able to acquire in my lifetime. She’s hot. However, being around her doesn’t make me insecure, rather she makes me feel better about myself, less incomplete and more certain about everything in the world. Because of her, I was introduced to the world of East Coast prep school boys, Riesling, underground clubs and goose liver. Truly the epitome of the word fabulous. (And see, like Erin says in the article, she does get us guys and into clubs for free! Always.)

Exhibit B: Leah

Leah is the type of person that makes you feel bad about your DNA because she’s so flawless… sometimes when we go to sushi with my mom, I freak out because I don’t understand how I can be best friends with someone so beautiful. And the weirdest part is, she knows it but she doesn’t flaunt it. You know those people who are born naturally beautiful and use people because of it? Not Leah. That’s probably because she’s actually beautiful on the inside, not a rotten apple at all. The other night she sat at my grandma’s house for over an hour, just to chat with my lonely Popo. And that is why she has been one of my best friends since age 10 and will stay that way until age 96. But, seriously, isn’t she gorgeous?

Exhibit C: Michelle

There’s a reason The Beatles wrote a song about her! Michelle has also been one of my best friends since our tiny days in church, and I’ve seen her go from my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles playdate to an incredibly graceful young woman. Wow, I sound cliché. I can’t lie, I was once envious of her ability to attract men like they were moths to a particularly fiery flame. But now, I just sit back and giggle at how futile their efforts are :) She really is every guy’s dream: smart, talented, uber-feminine, and above all, a kind person. Oh I love my pretty friend Michelle.

(Okay not going to lie though, this blog post is making me feel like I need to work out slash get a haircut. Dare I go on?)

Exhibit D: Molly

Oh momo. My brilliant, artsy, Russian-speaking ethereal friend. I remember when I first heard about Molly, someone was carping about how perfect she was in 6th grade. Oh, and she is. But in a good way ;) Molly and I have been through so much together, it’s as if God put us on this earth to comfort each other through times of grandfatherly turmoil and relationship failure. Every year we are apart for months at a time, but kindred spirits don’t grow apart with distance, they grow closer. I miss you my lovely friend, come home from Russia soon!

Exhibit E: Cynthia

I swear, every time I’m with this girl she gets prettier. It drives me insane. Like at first, I thought she was pretty, but sometimes we’re out and about and I think, “Wow, Cyn’s gorgeous.” And the guys know it too.. I have gotten SO many requests to be set up with her. If I had a dime (best top of the line). Haha, and yes, she has the following three lyrics of the song too! Cynthia and I often tell each other we don’t know why we’re friends, but I do. Maybe she doesn’t, oh well, but I’m friends with her because it’s hard to find a truly good, pure person in the world nowadays. We don’t fake it around each other, and I enjoy watching her adventures with the cruder sex because I know she’ll end up with someone equally as good as she is.

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Okay, I could go on with my beautiful friends, but I’m running out of synonyms for beautiful, plus I could never write about all the pretty people I surround myself with. Don’t be offended if you read my blog and you weren’t one of these five - you should already know I think you’re wonderful.

Just to reiterate, though, beauty comes from the inside. Sure, my friends look awesome in pictures tacked up on my bulletin board, but the common thread running through all my friends is that they are good, kind people who have been there for me through the drama and the tears. I just hope I can be a beautiful person for them, too. Not to mention get us a few drinks ;)

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