I grew up wanting to become a doctor. The qualification exams had other plans, and engineering turned out to be the better route — one where I could still help people, just at a different kind of scale.
My father was an entrepreneur, agriculturist, and politician who never turned away someone in need, whatever it cost him. My mother ran the house, the farm, and two sons who were rarely home. That's where the instinct to give back — and to actually show up for people — came from.
I married Uma, in the traditional arranged sense, and got far luckier than I had any right to expect. She runs the home; I just bring in the money. Our son Hari is a Georgetown alumnus working in asset management research in Philadelphia — Hoya Saxa, as he'd remind me. Photography is my one indulgence, and per Uma, twenty years of spending on it has produced no visible improvement in the photos. When I'm not working, it's action movies only — at least until Uma and Hari remind me I have a family.