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Inside the $500 Billion Creator Economy: What Brands Need to Know

Let’s dive into the $500 Billion creators economy. Read the excerpt below!

 

As per a Goldman Sachs Report, the Creator Economy could reach half a trillion dollars by 2027.

As of 2023, the Total Addressable Market (TAM) of the Creator Economy is worth $250 billion, with 303 million creators present in the Creator Economy already.

(Note: A report by Adobe states that there are 303 million creators in nine markets comprising the United States, Australia, United Kingdom, Japan, Germany, France, Spain, South Korea and Brazil. You can only imagine how this number extrapolates to the entire world!)

The Goldman Sachs Report goes on to say:

The analysts expect spending on influencer marketing and platform payouts fuelled by the monetisation of short-form video platforms via advertising to be the primary growth drivers of the Creator Economy.

Global marketer and bestselling author Gary Vaynerchuk puts it this way:

If you are not crushing it and focusing on the content that you put out on the most important social platforms, you’re going to become mute and obsolete in the modern day of doing business.

That’s why organic reach (through a creator or an influencer) is so important because the impression you get when someone comes directly to your page is a much more qualified lead and potentially a more valuable customer than someone you got through an ad buy.

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Pixels to Profits || Ankur Mehra

 

 

The how of creator and influencer marketing

I know what you are thinking. Facts are good. What would be helpful to you is to understand how it happens.

Let’s take a deep dive:

The fundamental rule of marketing states that every customer, before becoming a customer, needs to be aware of the product and made familiar with it at least seven times before they become a customer.

We will understand this further by the Attention Interest Desire Action (AIDA) model and the 95:5 rule, and what they mean for creators, collaborators and customers.

In 1898, E St Elmo Lewis developed something called the purchase funnel, which describes the customer’s journey from the time they are made aware of the product till the time they eventually make a purchase.

The purchase funnel10 is very valid in modern day marketing as well, and is often referred to as the AIDA model, which stands for:

A: Attention or Awareness I: Interest

D: Desire A: Action

A customer needs to go from capturing attention, sparking interest and invoking desire to have the product in their journey, that will finally lead them to taking action or making a purchase decision.

As per the 95:5 Rule, Professor John Dawes of Ehrenberg- Bass Institute argues that at any point of time only 5 per cent of buyers in the market are ready to buy in the market, while 95 per cent will either buy it later or still need to be convinced over a period of time.

Combine both these models, and here is what it means for the Creator Economy.

Every collaborator (brand) needs to leverage the power of creators, to take care of infusing attention, interest and desire in their 95 per cent customers and new prospects, so that the influencers can provoke “action” from the 5 per cent.

It is also important that collaborators leverage both creators and influencers, and not only influencers. Like we spoke before, creators and influencers are merely the same person living in the same house, just walking across different rooms (from influencer to creator or creator to influencer), based on what the situation demands.

As per a study by Harvard Business Review:

“It may be tempting to turn to influencers when promoting a new product launch…(however the) ROI for influencer posts announcing new products was 30.5 per cent lower than for equivalent posts that were not about new product launches… While short-term ROI can guide short-term decisions, brands should also consider the potential long-term effects of associating with a particular influencer (read: creator). These effects (whether positive or negative) may take time to materialize but can have a substantial impact on a brand’s identity.”

The best part is that there’s no friction between any of these. A creator can effortlessly choose to become an influencer. An influencer can choose to be a creator. It is fluid. A brand can choose to work with the same person, in a different capacity, either as a creator or an influencer.

Everyone works together to serve the consumer, which is how the Creator Economy functions at its best – keeping all its moving parts together, where everyone wins.

Key takeaways:

  • The Creator Economy is going to be worth half a trillion dollars by 2027.
  • The Attention, Interest, Desire, Action (AIDA) purchase funnel describes the customer’s journey from the time they are aware of the product till the time they eventually make a purchase. A customer needs to go from capturing attention, sparking interest, invoking desire to have the product in their journey, that will finally lead them to taking action.
  • As per the 95:5 Rule, at any point in time, only 5 per cent of buyers in the market are ready to buy in the market, while 95 per cent will either buy it later, or still need to be convinced over a period of time.
  • Combining both these models, every collaborator (brand) needs to leverage the power of creators to take care of infusing attention, interest and desire in their 95 per cent customers and new prospects, so that the influencers can provoke “action” from the 5 per cent.
  • The best part is: A brand can choose to work with the same person in a different capacity, either as a creator or an influencer.

Lost in the Wilderness: A Christmas Eve Alone on Paradise Beach

An exciting recount of a Christmas spent backpacking. Read Below!

Today’s plan was simple and sorted: hike to Paradise Beach, pitch my tent there and spend Christmas Eve camping solo!

Anyone who has been to Gokarna cannot stop going gaga over Paradise Beach. They say it is so secluded that at night glowing phytoplankton make the shore look exactly like the starry sky. Covered with forested hills on all three sides, Paradise Beach is cut off from the nearby villages, Gokarna and Belekan, by dense shrubs. This makes the beach inaccessible by vehicles, and the only way to get there is to either hike all the way through the woods over the hills or take a boat from any of the adjoining beaches.

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Solo || Indrajeet More

 

Hiring a boat was out of question as it would eat up a good chunk of my given budget, so the only option left was to hike. Buckling up my backpack with high enthusiasm, I filled my water bottle and stocked up on four bananas for dinner. I first hitchhiked my way to Om Beach and then started hiking at around 5 pm. My aim was to reach there before it got dark. Acting all cool, I would occasionally track my route on Google Maps as the trail appeared to have faded in some parts. Slowly, the trail started to fade for a few metres and eventually vanished completely. I realised that it was taking a bit longer than I had calculated to reach my destination. Dubiously, I pulled out my phone to check the GPS and realised that I had been hiking in the wrong direction the whole time! The bloody GPS had lost its signal 500 metres back! “NOT AGAIN!” an instant bout of panic rushed through my body. I could see the sun going down, which made me even more anxious. I had no time to process any of this. I was in no mood to die in a forest without ever having sex or tasting baklava or even seeing a whale, just because I had lost the damned GPS signal!

My brain was whizzing away, trying to find a way out: “What options do I have? I could cry for help, but it was probably going to be futile because there was absolutely nobody around. Maybe I could camp in the forest? No way! Or…could I go back to the point where I lost the signal and start from there? Yes!”

I started running back as fast as I could, but the GPS still couldn’t latch onto a signal. By this point, I had totally forgotten about filming the vlog. I needed to find a way out of this mess urgently. Compelling my brain to not assume extreme scenarios, I started to think of a way out of the forest. Mindlessly, I started following the sound of the waves and began descending from the woods onto the rocks, hoping to find a path that parallelly ran to the rocky shore. It was a tough walk, especially with the heavy backpack on. There were times when the rocks were so steep that I had to ascend, fixing my toes and fingers in the cracks, while the gigantic waves crashed just a few feet apart. I didn’t know if that was the right way or the wrong one, but at that moment, I was operating solely on instinct. The red wash of the sky melting down into the ocean at the horizon strangely helped calm my racing heart.

There it finally was! Not more than 100 metres away, in the dark, this fine patch of sand nestled in a nook between the mountains. A grove of coconut trees swayed between the beach and the cliff. It would have made the perfect spot for hanging up a hammock and listening to some light Hindustani melodies. There were no shops or cafes here, but just one man, setting up some fruit on a tiny table. Paradise Beach was just like its name – nirvana, totally cut off from the rest of the world. How could anything be so perfect?

My wonderment was instantly ruined when I heard someone yell, “Abey chutiye, apna tent yahaan hain!” (Our tent is over here, you asshole!) a few metres away, to which another voice replied, “Susu karne ja raha hu! Aaega?” (I am going to take a leak; want to join?) It was a group of IT engineers from Bengaluru, occupying the coconut grove with twenty to thirty tents! My idea of solace broke into pieces. This was the last place I wished to see an engineer, and there they were in abundance, calling each other in slang, flashing torches, playing Bollywood music and peeing in corners.

 

There is no recreational activity left unexploited by the IT people as compensation to their presumably miserable jobs. I had seen the worst of them when I used to volunteer as a trek leader in 2016. You suppress a kid for years and leave them in a new city with a decent package. What else are they going to do? I really wanted to empathise with them, but when you trek for three hours carrying a heavy tent on your back, cross forests and climb rocks and see this, it becomes really hard to do that.

I walked to the other end of the beach, as far from the crowd as possible, at an elevated part of the cliff. As I started to unpack, the lamplight attracted many moths. To make matters worse, the bananas I had carried all this way had turned soggy. Sweaty and irritated, I managed to set up my campsite in whatever minimal light my head torch provided.

“Are you with them?” a guy asked as he collected dry wood a few feet apart, near his tent.

“Nope, camping solo,” I replied, as I pitched mine.

“Amazing, I am travelling solo too. I am from Kerala,” he said, and we shook hands. “Where are you from?”

“Mumbai,” I replied.

“Cool, let me know if you need anything, bro,” he said, as he continued collecting dry wood. We had the same tents – Quechua Arpenaz 100.

As I sat by the bonfire with the Kerala guy, we bonded over our shared disdain for the IT crowd who earned twice our salaries – myself with none. I recalled being taught that “man is a social animal” but the more I observed, the more I was puzzled by what happens when people gather. Individually, people are sharp and full of independent thought, but together, their collective intelligence seems to dilute into a less insightful version of itself. Their actions become something none of them would choose alone. It makes me wonder about the nature of group dynamics that blurs individual clarity—be it society meetings, religious gatherings, commuters, politicians, college reunions, kitty parties, corporate conventions or the neighbouring IT squad.

The Kerala guy pulled out his pouch and rolled a joint. We sat in silence, each on our own journey. It was 25 December. Merry Christmas to us.

The New Power Map: How Technology is Redrawing Global Governance.​

Read an exclusive excerpt from GeoTechnoGraphy on how Technology s redrawing global governance.

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GeoTechnoGraphy || Samir Sarani, Anirban Sarma

 

So, I sort of thought I lost, and I was OK with that,’ said Donald Trump, describing the final days of the 2016 presidential election to a crowd in Wisconsin. A series of phoney exit poll results had been communicated to the Trump family, decimating all hope of a victory. But soon the real numbers started streaming  in. ‘And then it happened, folks, out of nowhere. Boy, that map was getting red as hell. That map – that map was bleeding red.’ What led to Trump’s improbable win? His victory was influenced by a host of factors. The recovery from the 2008 financial crisis had left many behind. The United States was growing economically, but wages had stagnated for the American working class, and jobs in traditional industries were dwindling. Trump’s promises to bring back manufacturing jobs and renegotiate trade deals resonated with vast swathes of voters in the Rust Belt states. He appealed to the anger of the white working class, and their fears of marginalization and of losing conventional privileges. Across rural and small-town America, voters long neglected by coastal elites and urban policymakers found themselves energized by the prospect of rural revitalization and the reversal of cultural change that Trump held out. Most of his arguments were anchored firmly in the day-to-day reality of people and the land they saw as theirs—immigration was framed as a threat to American jobs and security; gun rights were upheld as a means to personal protection; and the roll-back of environmental regulations was pitched as a route to business growth and wealth creation. What also grabbed the popular imagination was Trump’s blunt and unconventional rhetoric, the like of which hadn’t been heard before. He was every inch the political outsider and revelled in his image as a disruptor of the Washington establishment. His lack of political experience was seen as a plus by voters frustrated with polished career politicians and the status quo they represented.

 

 

These attributes fed into Trump’s masterful manipulation of the media, and his use of social media platforms. Trump was a media sensation, with irresistibly contentious statements
and controversial behaviour that led him to dominate the news cycle and keep him in the spotlight. Much of what he said was discredited as lies, empty spectacle, conspiracy theories, browbeating and gaslighting, but the nation was riveted. Trump dominated social media too, commanding the attention of a broad public which included the mainstream media’s digital platforms. Big-seed marketing was one of several strategies he deployed online—a phenomenon which involves seeding messages among many people, as opposed to the viral approach which depends on a few influencers to spread a message to many others. With over nineteen million Twitter followers, eighteen million Facebook fans, and close to five million Instagram followers right before Election Day, Trump had the perfect seedbed. Every message he released reached each of these followers, who then shared them with their networks, creating a cascade of unprecedented scale. The content itself was usually provocative and attention-grabbing. But by using social media to address his audience directly as individuals, tweeting his thoughts on just about everything spontaneously, in an exceptionally unfiltered and no-holds-barred manner, the authenticity and influence he achieved were extraordinary.

 

 

In the final analysis though, it was Trump’s understanding of the popular pulse on the ground that carried the day. He tapped into the bitterness, rage and dispiritedness of Americans who believed their concerns had been ignored by the political class. But had his campaign not linked people to place, would he have won?

 

 

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Brick by Brick: An Unfiltered Blueprint for Aspiring Entrepreneurs to Dream, Act, and Succeed

Read an exclusive excerpt from Brick by Brick and discover the journey from middle-class hustle to entrepreneurial success.

 

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Brick By Brick || Manish Vij

 

 

Aaj bhi truck jana hai, sir? (Will the truck go today as well, sir?)’  I was asked by the Public Call Office (PCO) booth operator, a young enthusiastic chap, who was about my age. That he was  

happy to encounter a high-value customer was evident in his smile. This wasn’t the first time that he had tried to strike up a conversation with me. On other occasions, I would end up spending a few extra minutes responding to his many questions. Today, however, I barely had time to nod and get to the business at hand before rushing in to attend a Business Management class where the professor was a stickler for punctuality.  

 

I had started flexing my entrepreneurial muscle from a rather unusual workspace. A PCO booth—those yellow kiosks that had at one time ushered in a communication revolution in the country—was the seat of my early entrepreneurial journey. Come to think of it, today’s generation may not have even heard of their existence, let alone seen them stand on street corners, not when everyone carries a phone in their pocket, anyway. I had only recently been packed off to the city of Indore from Delhi, which had been my family’s home for decades. I was to pursue a course in business management at a time when business education was just making an appearance on the scene. These were times when every student worth his salt aspired for a seat at the prestigious Indian Institute of Technology (IIT) or a good medical college. An average student, I had also given  the entrance exam a shot (and failed at it) as a rite of passage.  

 

Fortunately for me, my parents were far-sighted enough to see that it was time for me to cut my losses and try my hand at something different. When it came to my father’s notice that his friend, Mr. Khandelia, who was working as the CEO of a large spinning mill, was sending his son, Ashish, a bright student, to Indore for a course in business management, he decided that I should follow suit. It was on the Malwa Express enroute to the International Institute of Professional Studies at the Devi Ahilya University in Indore that I first met Ashish who was to be my partner in crime for the next few years. We were to be picked up at Dewas station by Ashish’s uncle, Ashok Chacha. While I was a bit nervous, stepping out of home for the first time, I soon realized that my fears were unfounded. Ashok Chacha, a textile mill owner in Dewas, and his wife, Kanta Chachi, welcomed me with open arms and over a period of time, became my extended family. 

 

Yarn Trading 

‘Ek business opportunity hai; tere paas time hai karne ke liye (There is a business opportunity; do you have time to pursue it)?’ This question from my father, on our weekly long-distance call from Indore, had sparked an old hustling muscle in me. A textile engineer by profession, my father had spent his entire working life in the textile industry. He had harboured entrepreneurial ambitions at a time when entrepreneurship wasn’t as cool and shiny as it is today. His early attempts to put up a yarn spinning plant had caused him to lose a lot of money but hadn’t prevented him from continuing to hone an entrepreneurial mindset. Driven by his fervour, I had also spent a large part of my school vacations accompanying him as he visited various textile plants. My early interest in the industry had even led me to undertake summer training in a textile factory in Sangrur, Punjab, at a time when summer internships weren’t as regimented as they are now.  

My old interest in entrepreneurship was reignited. Within minutes of my father posing the question, I found myself ready to turn into an entrepreneur from the very PCO booth from which I had made a call to him. It turned out that my father was friends with someone who ran a spinning mill in Nepal, a man who was keen to export yarn to India. He also happened to know a few potential buyers in Ludhiana who were keen to buy their goods. All that was needed was someone who could reliably liaison between the two parties. A few statistics from my father and I had already made a quick calculation that I could stand to make as much as Rs 8000 for every truckload that made its way from Nepal to Ludhiana. 

 

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The Disruption Playbook: How Startups are Breaking Rules and Rewriting Success

Read an exclusive excerpt on how startups are breaking rules and rewriting success!

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Mastering Disruption || K.Ganesh

 

As per popular legend, in 1997, Reed Hastings, a software entrepreneur, was fined $40 at his local video store for returning the DVD of the movie Apollo 13 late. This unpleasant experience got him thinking: there has to be a better business model for video rentals. He started Netflix, a DVD-by-mail service with no late fees, which was later transformed into a subscription-based online streaming service. Today, Netflix is a global behemoth in the entertainment industry, all thanks to a business model that was born out of a sense of personal frustration. In India, a man named Arunachalam Muruganantham embarked on a mission to produce affordable sanitary pads for the women in his village. His business model was built around empowering rural women, not just by providing access to affordable sanitary products but also by offering them an opportunity to earn a living. His company, Jayaashree Industries, supplied semi-automatic machines to women-led self-help groups who produced and sold the pads, turning a societal challenge into an entrepreneurial opportunity. This model has been hailed as a breakthrough in socially conscious business innovation.

At the dawn of the twentieth century, the Ford Motor Company revolutionized the automobile industry not just through the invention of the assembly line but also through an innovative business model. Henry Ford’s vision of making a car for the great multitude required a drastic reduction in prices, which led to the development of a business model based on cost efficiencies and economies of scale. This story serves as a classic example of how business model innovation can drive growth and disrupt industries. All these examples show that business models are not static; they are dynamic and change with time. They are not set in stone; they need to evolve with changing market conditions and customer needs. Did you know that each year, more than half of the Fortune 500 companies have to innovate their business models to stay on the list? A business model that worked in the past might not be successful in the future, and companies that fail to innovate their business models risk being left behind.

 

Business Model

So, what is a business model? In simple terms, it is a conceptual structure that supports the viability of a business and explains how it operates and makes money, and how it intends to achieve its goals. More importantly, a business model encapsulates the value proposition for customers—that unique cocktail of products, services and experiences that make a business stand out from the crowd. Imagine walking into a bustling marketplace filled with vendors, each trying to outshine the others, vying for your attention and your hard-earned money. Their strategies for enticing you differ significantly—one offers a subscription for a basket of fresh produce every week, another entices you with a bundle of complementary products at a discounted rate, a third proposes a franchise model to help you set up your own thriving business, and yet another offers the convenience of on-demand service, where you get what you want, when you want it. All of these are business models in action, strategically designed to create, deliver and capture value.

An Examination of Traditional

Business Models

We begin our exploration of business models by examining the conventional, time-honoured structures that have enabled businesses to create and capture value throughout history. Each model has its own distinctive strengths, weaknesses and unique elements, which need to be grasped for achieving business success. It’s worth noting that these models are not mutually exclusive and can often be interwoven and amalgamated.

Manufacturer Business Model:

This model involves the creation of products from raw materials or component parts by a company. The products can be sold directly to consumers, or through an intermediary. Example: Tata Motors exemplifies this model, designing and manufacturing an array of vehicles sold via their dealer network. Ford Motor Company represents this model on a global scale, selling its extensive range of vehicles through worldwide distribution channels.

Strengths and weaknesses: The manufacturing model offers control over production, quality and pricing. Higher volumes can lead to economies of scale, reducing costs and increasing profitability. However, high initial costs, continuous maintenance expenses and potential supply chain complexities can be challenges. The ability to change the established infrastructure to match evolving market dynamics and consumer preferences can also be a hurdle.

Savarkar: The Man, The Myth, The Controversy

Here’s an excerpt that captures the essence of Savarkar’s bold critique!

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The New Icon || Arun Shourie

The Uber-Mother

The fact is that having regarded the cow to be our mother, Savarkar wrote, over time she came to be accorded a status even higher than that of a mother.4 The milk of both is drinkable. But in the case of the cow, its panchgavya is imbibed . . . At least, first ascertain which are the ailments for which gaumootra aur gaumaya have been verified to be efficacious. . . We have heard that cow urine has medicinal qualities. But, bhai, he asked, what doesn’t? One’s own urine also has some medicinal qualities as gaumootra has .  .  . As one’s own urine also has medicinal qualities, should we keep imbibing our panchgavya on every religious occasion and for pure sanskaars (inborn traits), faculties? Brandy also is a medicine for kafkshayaadi vikaar. Should we, therefore, imbibe it during shraavandi also? Poison too is a medicine for some ailments. Use it for persons who have those ailments. One does not take it in the form of dharmic sanskaars (religious values). Shoot down such thoonth aur moorkhataapoorand sanskaars—this alone will bring lustre to our dharma and sanskriti . . .

When a person announced that it was because she partook of panchgavya that the mother of Lokmanya Tilak gave birth to a son as great as him, Savarkar mocked him and asked, why were not the other things she ate—flour, rice, vegetables, fruit, etc.—the cause? If cow’s dung and urine are actually useful in curing some ailment, Savarkar pointed out, so is the urine of a horse, the milk of a she-donkey, the vishthtaa of a hen. If they cure certain ailments, then let those suffering from those ailments consume them, just as medicines are taken by individuals afflicted with the specific conditions those medicines treat. But do the droppings of the hen cure snakebite? If not, then would you eat them if bitten by a snake? If cow dung is fertiliser, then spread it in the field. Why put it into your stomach? Dead rats are excellent manure for roses. Does that mean that we should take them up to our noses and smell their odour? In any case, even if the panchgavya is useful as a medicine, how does drinking cow urine become a punya? Savarkar asked. By cleansing our soul? The truth, Savarkar said, is that the innocence which has led to making a goddess of an ordinary animal, the same innocent religiosity has led people to take its defecating outside their door as auspicious, to regard brushing its tail over our eyes as beneficial, to consider praying to it as religion, and, in the end, crossing the limits of madness, to consider its urine and dung as sacred and pavitra (pure), to believe that eating or drinking it cleanses our soul, destroys our sins, and constitutes punya in this as well as the next world—innocence has reached a peak. After all, where does the notion that the cow and everything emanating from it is sacred and purifying come from, where does it lead? The cow which, standing in the cowshed, chews on grass and chaaraa (fodder), the one which, even as she is eating, urinates and defecates, upon getting tired while masticating sits down in the same mix of urine and excreta, the one who with its tail tosses on itself the filth lying on the ground, the one who, the moment the rope breaks, runs and puts its mouth in garbage, Savarkar observes, touching the tail of that animal the Brahmin, decked in clean and spotless clothes and shielding his own purity, mixes that animal’s excreta and urine in a silver vessel and drinks it and believes that his life has become pure. Is it right to believe this? There is the further belief that the purity, which is tarnished by even the shadow of such a learned person as Dr Ambedkar, which is destroyed by sitting in the same line for food with a saint such as Tukaram, becomes even purer by touching the tail drenched in the urine and excreta of that cow which is eating all sorts of things in the cowshed, and its excreta and urine purifies everything . . . Can there be a better example of how the intelligence of a man is killed? In response to the accusation that he was denigrating our revered sanskriti, Savarkar retorted that if anything is defaming our great Hindu sanskriti, it is the naive tradition of eating cow dung and drinking cow urine. If our sanatani brothers do not want our tradition to be a subject of derision, then they should bring about an end to this book-based foolishness or pothinishtha moorkhataa. They should not prohibit our writings through which we have drawn the attention of our people towards that foolishness.

Finding Your Anchor Within: Escaping the Assumption Trap

Too often, our minds trap us in past experiences, shaping how we perceive the present. This excerpt from Anchor Withinexplores how finding inner stability can help break free from the assumption trap and see reality as it truly is.

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Anchor Within || Leena Gupta

 

 

When we cannot tame our restless mind, it can spin us out of reality and into the assumption trap, where we may perceive our situations through the lenses of past experiences of hurt and prior conditioning and biases. When we go through an uncomfortable situation, our mind replays episodes where we had similar experiences

and feelings. When our mind senses danger or something unfamiliar, it aims to protect us by clinging to what seems known, safe and recognizable. Stuck and wrapped up in our stories from the past, we lose our ability to see things clearly and as they are. The danger is that this may distort reality by making us superimpose our past impressions on to the present moment. We may react impulsively based on past patterns instead of responding mindfully, jeopardizing our relationships

and sabotaging possible opportunities.

For example, it is fascinating to see how different personality types from my extended family and friends make assumptions based on their mental wiring and conditioning. In the family reunion I describe below, each person I mention gets stuck in the assumption trap based on their personality type and has their own perception of reality. We can see how their crafty mind, tries to seduce them to stay stuck and safe rather than face their reality. I have mentioned seven personality types in the family, but there are so many more that we encounter in our lives including, blamer, martyr, saviour, people-pleaser, narcissist, gas lighter and defender.

If there were ever a perfect family reunion, then this was it. Uncle Sammy was in his element as he bowed, removed an imaginary top hat and said, ‘We’ve been waiting so long for this reunion. Let’s get this party started!’ We were at my Aunt Ayesha’s home in Cresskill, a posh locality in New Jersey where each custom-built house features a manicured garden. In no time, we were all jiving to the retro Bollywood music of the 1970s and 1980s, while catching up on our lives in her regal living room. I noticed how she had decorated the whole house with fragrant, exotic floral arrangements and scented candles to soothe our senses. ‘OMG, Aunty Ayesha! What a lovely ambiance you have created! I can feel the love you’ve put into all the details to make this an event to remember,’ I said.

Her courteous, uniformed staff served us beautifully crafted, savoury hors d’oeuvres. My aunt had planned a delicious menu for us with all of our favourite dishes. We could not have imagined a more comfortable and happy setting to be in. Soon, everyone eased up and dropped the formalities with which they had arrived. After several rounds of appetizers, lots of banter and swaying to Bollywood tunes, we sauntered to the long, perfectly decorated twenty-seater dining table. The fun and jokes started, and at one point, my usually meticulous father spilled the yellow masala curry all over his side of the table, unable to contain himself with laughter.

Everyone seemed to be high on life, and everything seemed perfectly orchestrated that evening. However, around 2 a.m., the laughter started to wane as infectious yawns began creeping into the room. My nineteen-year-old cousin Aryan started snoring on the sofa, unknowingly signalling to us that the party was over. Happily picking up their paraphernalia, each guest got up to begin the process of saying goodbye.

It took a while. It was a curious process, with conversations shifting to the next goalpost: the main door. Oddly, the chatter continued, and everyone merely inched in the direction of the main door. Eventually, most of us made our way out, but as soon as Dad stepped out, we heard an abrupt and very loud bang of the door. It was the kind of sound that sends shivers up your spine and freezes your whole being. We were stunned.  Nobody moved. Everyone seemed to be playing the game statue! Startled and motionless, everyone stared at each other. I could see from their expressions that they all had a story starting to spin in their heads. It was not pretty.

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Investing Myths That Could Cost You Big—What You Need to Know

Getting the basics right: The four thumb rules for your financial health.

Let us start at the very beginning . . . a very good place to start – as the song goes. Let us start with a broad, top-down look at your investments.

What do you think of when you think of the term ‘investments’?

Most people think of investments in the stock market, mutual funds, etc. But what about the Public Provident Fund (PPF) you bought for tax-saving? The bank fixed deposits? The plot of land you bought or inherited? The apartment you are waiting to get possession of? Each of these is an investment. All of them have to be considered to get an overall picture of your finances before you decide on what you want your financial future to look like.

Plus, as is known, during the course of your investing journey, you have no option but to live through bull markets and bear markets, at times ferocious ones. How do you ensure that your financial investments get a clean bill of health and not end up in the ICU?

What are the basic tenets to keep in mind while investing?

To my mind, they are four in number, and these make up the framework with which you need to view your investments. Of course, there are overlaps between the four.

Each of these concepts will be dealt with in more detail later in the book. The following descriptions of these only provide

you a starting framework.

 

Lesson 1: Asset allocation sahi hai

Asset allocation is not just the best thing, it’s the only thing.

If you are just going to be a single-asset (say, equity only) player, then you are not going to last very long in this game.

Sometime back, I got a question on social media asking me, ‘I am a young person in a good job – so should I have 100 per

cent investment in equities?’ And my answer was no, because there are all kinds of demands that may come on your finances: you may lose your job, you may have a family emergency, you may want to buy a house, you may want to study further after a few years, and so on.

Basically, you may have unexpected financial demands in the future, which you may not be factoring in just now.

Equity returns have low predictability, not just on a one- or two-year basis, but sometimes even over a longer time frame. For example, during the entire decade from 2010 to 2020, Indian equity markets compounded at just about 8.5 per cent when fixed deposit rates were also around 8 per cent. So you saw a lot of volatility, with practically no additional return for taking equity risk at all, for a whole decade.

Asset allocation basically means your investment pie chart is strategically diversified across various available asset classes.

Why does asset allocation work? Because different assets give disparate returns at various points in time.

To give a recent example: In 2019, government treasury instruments in India were up 9.5 per cent. Gold prices rose 24.6 per cent. In contrast, the Nifty500 delivered a mere 7.7 per cent return.

But did you ever hear any fund manager or your financial adviser tell you that you were better off investing, or at least diversifying, into government paper and gold, instead of focusing on equities, if you wanted the best returns? I suspect not.

The reason for this is simple: nobody in the business of fund management or financial advice makes much or any money by recommending investments in government securities or gold. The maximum fees are for recommending equity.

All behaviour, good or bad, is always driven by incentives, and sellers of equities incentivize their salespeople far more than sellers of any other asset class, even if they do not deliver returns.

That is part of the reason for this ‘100 per cent in equity if you are young’ recommendations you often see.

Don’t ever forget this!

 

Lesson 2: Take a portfolio approach to investing

Most investors believe that taking individual stock advice, or ‘tips’ from friends, brokers, talking heads on TV, – that is, almost anyone – and then implementing them on their own is the way to making big money.

Wrong. This is a one-way ticket to financial ruin. The correct way to do it is to take a portfolio approach to determine your asset and equity selection.

One part of this is, of course, asset allocation, which is discussed in more detail later in the book.

But even within your equity portfolio, be mindful of the weightage of each of your stocks and each sector. For every stock you buy, be absolutely clear how about the allocation for that stock and how much it changes the weightage of its industry in your portfolio, and how it alters the risk profile of your equity pie.

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Is It Necessary to Leave Your Job to Ace the CAT Exam?

Should I Quit My Job to Prepare for the CAT?

This is one of the questions that I am asked most often, if not the most asked question! The question is also most likely to come from aspirants whose first or past attempts did not go well and who are thus looking to mount a serious retake attempt. You might also have these questions in your mind:

  • Is it wise to quit my job to prepare for the CAT?
  • Will quitting my job have a negative impact on my profile?
  • How can I prepare if I am working twelve hours a day, six days a week?

These are the questions that many aspirants ask themselves since there is a huge premium on acquiring a degree from a prestigious college and an MBA is for most the last big shot that they can take to get a big brand name on their resume. Some might have faced this situation before as well when they had set their eyes for the first time on getting two Is—the IITs.

There are other reasons as well, ranging from a mind-numbingly monotonous IT job to a horrible boss, to the existential dread: What will become of me and my life if I am stuck in my current situation forever?

For most of my colleagues, the answer to this question is a simple NO. Quitting your job is akin to committing professional hara-kiri. But I think, under certain circumstances, quitting your job might be the best option in front of you with the proviso that:

  • You quit at the right time, and
  • You do more than just prep for the CAT

How will quitting affect your profile in terms of getting into an IIM?

First, let us look at the quantitative effect of quitting your job on your chances of getting a shortlist.

There are colleges, such as IIM-B and others, that give a weightage to work experience in the shortlisting process. In such cases, you will lose out on valuable points and will hence have to score higher on the test to get the shortlist than if you had stuck on in your job. So yes, there is a clear quantitative effect.

If you have two or more years of work experience, as of July of the year you will take the CAT, and the rest of your profile—Class X, Class XII, grad marks—is good, you can, on average, score 0.5–0.75 percentile points lower than someone with no or low work experience. So, those with two years of work experience can get an IIM-B call at a 98.5 percentile whereas freshers have to score in excess of 99.4. But remember that this is only in the case of institutes that give a weightage to work experience.

Just like they have for academics, even for work experience points are awarded based on slabs— less than twelve months, twelve to twenty-four months, etc. IIM-B gives maximum points for work experience of thirty-six months and above. So, if you have more than thirty-six months you are not going to get any more marks than you will if you have exactly thirty-six months.

In effect, if you have thirty-six months’ work experience, quitting your job will not have any mathematical impact on your profile rating.

Will quitting affect your prospects during summer and final placements?

IIMs and other top schools slot candidates into two categories for placements—regular and lateral.

Lateral placements are for people with a certain amount of work experience for roles that are above entry-level management roles. What is that certain amount of work experience?

It differs from college to college. Some base it on the absolute number of months such as twenty- two—IIM-B, while others decide the exact number based on the average work experience in the batch—IIM-A. Either way, it usually falls into the twenty to twenty-four-month range. Also, it is important to note that for some domains and for some firms, work experience is a must-have and hence, recruiters look purely at lateral candidates. What are the domains where relevant work experience is a prerequisite?

Operations roles, for example, most definitely go to people who have experience in shop-floor, product design, logistics, supply chain management, etc. So, engineers working in operations will do well to finish working for two years before entertaining thoughts of quitting. The rationale is simple: an individual with an idea of any aspect of operations cannot be given a managerial role since the stakes are very high.

IT consulting roles, for example, again typically go to those with two-plus years of experience in software. Again, the rationale is the same—an individual who has not worked on large-scale IT projects cannot take up consulting roles in IT. There might be exceptions to this rule but by and large, the rule holds.

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Unraveling the Mystery: A Thrilling Excerpt from The Girl on Fire!

As danger looms and secrets unravel, IPS officer Simone Singh is thrust into a chilling investigation. Here’s a gripping excerpt from The Girl on Fire!

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The Girl on Fire || Devashish Sardana

Eighteen years ago

Malana Village, Himachal Pradesh

Mama’s hands tremble as she unscrews the cap of the transparent bottle. Her lips quiver. She doesn’t look at me.

Her eyes, distant and hollow, are fixated on something unseen as the amber liquid cascades from the bottle, drenching my head, cold and sharp against my scalp. It smells like fear and memories—kerosene.

I’m tied to an old wooden chair in our backyard, dupatta knots biting into my wrists. I don’t ask why. The shackles seem fitting somehow, as the liquid traces a path down my face, lingering on my eyelashes before soaking the hand-sewn white frock I’m wearing. It’s embroidered with beautiful little pink petunias. Mama sewed it at home, each stitch a promise. Now, stained with kerosene, the promises bleed out.

‘Mama, you ruined the frock,’ I say, my voice shaky, tasting the fumes in my throat.

She hushes me with a stern glance. Her face is a mask, unreadable. Her eyes are glassy. It’s like she’s there, but she is not. She sees me, but she doesn’t. Mama sits down across from me, matchbox in hand, and for a moment, we are just reflections of each other—stilled, silent, waiting.

It’s my birthday today. I turned ten. Double digits!

There was supposed to be a cake and a Barbie doll—my first—dressed in traditional Himachali clothes that Papa said he’d pick up from Kullu. But it’s past ten, and he’s not back yet. He never is, not until the screams start.

Last night’s screams were louder than usual. Mama’s, not a stray dog’s like I hoped. Usually, I cower under the blanket when I hear the screams, but last night I had run out to the backyard to find her curled up in the mud, her knees pressed to her chest, yelping, while Papa thrashed her with a bamboo stick, again and again.

‘No!’ I screamed, without thinking. It just came out.

A mistake, I realized later. Papa saw me. He swivelled around, his eyes red, veins bulging, enraged. ‘Why aren’t you asleep, Aadya?’ he shouted and staggered towards me, drunk, the bamboo stick raised like a sword, ready to strike.

I froze. I should have run away. But I couldn’t. The stick cut through the air and came down on my arm, fire igniting along my skin, searing through muscle and bone. I can still feel it.

‘Not Aadya!’ yelled Mama, and she rushed to my rescue.

Papa shoved Mama away and called her haramzadi—

Mama told me later never to repeat that word. Papa threw away the bamboo stick, stumbled towards the makeshift shed in our backyard, picked up the iron rod used to stoke campfires and charged towards Mama . . . um, let’s stop. I don’t want to think about last night any more.

So now, it’s about the Barbie doll and waiting for Papa.

Waiting to start the birthday that Mama promised would be special. She said we’re going somewhere beautiful—a place full of laughter and toys. No more nights filled with screams. I almost believe her.

Then, she pours more kerosene, a line connecting my feet to hers. Her swollen, bruised eye twitches. Is she crying? She pours the kerosene over herself, soaking her shawl, her dress, her skin.

‘Aadya,’ her voice cracks, ‘I’m taking you to a happy place, beta. A place full of Barbie dolls and pink frocks and laughing clowns.’

I smile. I love clowns. ‘Papa isn’t coming with us to the happy place?’

Mama presses her lips together. ‘Do you . . . do you want Papa to come?’

I think for a while. I want Papa to come. All three of us.

Happy together. But it won’t remain a happy place if Papa comes with us, no? Then the happy place would become

this place—our house—with broken arms and shrieks, swollen eyes and cries. No, I don’t want Papa to come. I

meet Mama’s eyes and shake my head.

‘Good, good,’ she nods. ‘Remember, just a bit of pain, then . . . happiness.’

Pain? I’m confused. The bus to happiness shouldn’t hurt.

Mama picks up the matchbox. She takes a deep breath, her chest heaving.

She strikes a match.

The sound is tiny but monstrous in the still night. The flame flickers, a small harbinger of devastation. She’s done this before—told me never to play with matches near the kerosene stove. But here, now, the rules are rewritten in fire.

‘No, Mama, please.’ My voice is a whimper, lost in the crackle of the match.

She looks at me, really looks at me, and for a second, I see her. Not the broken fragments of a woman shaped by fists and fury, but my Mama.

‘I’m doing it for you, Aadya. I love you.’

‘Mama, stop. Please stop.’ I squirm and twist and squeal. Tears roll down my cheeks.

She drops the match.

The fire hisses, a hungry beast that claims her instantly.

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