Khwab Hai



Khwabo ki apni zuban hai

Khwabo ki tum sunte jao

Le jaye dil jis disha mein

Us hee ko rasta banao…

I met Prajakt Raut at a friend’s house and later at his office in Gurgaon. I had vested interests. Prajakt before starting Orange Cross was the director of TIE and knew more about entrepreneurship and funding than any man I knew…and was ready to share his experience, for free.

He spoke for 2 hours and we heard. Most of what he had to say, we heart for the first time. I only remember this. “When going after what you love, kill all other options”.


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