Patricia Narayan – FICCI Woman Entrepreneur of the Year


Here are some words to read if ever you feel that there is no end to darkness:

I was always interested in cooking and passionate about trying out new dishes. But, the thought of becoming a business woman never came to my mind at all as I do not come from a business family. Both my parents were government servants.

But my marriage changed everything. Both the families opposed the marriage vehemently as my husband belonged to the Brahmin community; unfortunately my marriage did not work out as my husband was addicted to alcohol, drugs, etc. I could not bring him out of the addiction. As a young woman, I did not know how to cope with this and I was getting beaten up everyday.

Though my father, a very conservative Christian never forgave me, he gave me refuge when I had nowhere to go. I was thrown out with two very small children. It was a question of survival for me. I knew I should either succumb to the burden or fight; I decided to fight my lonely battle.

I did not want to be a burden on my parents. So, to be economically independent, I could only do what I knew and what I liked. I started making pickles, squashes and jams at home. I just took a couple of hundred rupees from my mother. I sold everything I made in one day and that gave me confidence.

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An Inspiring Story

While looking for nice blogs to read I came across ‘Boston Gal’s Open Wallet’.Here is a link to the blog : .I also came across the most inspiring story I have read in a long time.I have pasted it below.I hope it works the same magic on you. Though she writes about personal finance in the US,I think I will visit often and be be inspired by her life lessons.

A little history lesson about me and money – Part 1
I have always had a weird relationship with money. I enjoy amassing it and can deny myself much to gather it, but at points can spend large amounts of it with no fear. What is odd about that is that fear is my primary motivation for amassing the money in the first place. Let me explain…I am the youngest of five children and my parents divorced when I was about 5 years old. My Mother won custody of the children and was given the house (which had a mortgage) while my Father got the car and the boat. Unfortunately my Mother was a stay-at-home Mom while my Father was the main bread winner. Since my Father’s income was mostly commission based, the divorce settlement was barely enough to keep the five us in the house with the lights on. The upshot of this was I grew up in a nice middle-class house and enjoyed summers sailing at the yacht club with my Father, but worked two large paper routes starting at age seven (and kept both routes until I graduated high school at 18). While my Mother did go back to school and eventually got a decent job as a nurse, my older siblings child support checks kept stopping as each turned 18 yet everyone went to college so all were around well into their 20’s. Read more of this post
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