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No, hard work can't guarantee success. I am a 2019 Btech pass out. I have been trying hard to get a job and to support my family and repay my education loan. Life doesn't go as planned.I have no job, no excitement in life. My girlfriend left me for her better future. There was a time when I supported her with everything. One call from her was enough for me to travel 250 km just to meet her and motivate her that every trouble in life will pass and there will be more happiness in the coming years.When she had no one to help her, I was there for help. I gave my 200% to make her feel special and tried every possible way to fulfill her wish like a trip to a hill station, mountain trekking everything irrespective of my financial condition. She was doing a BA from the open university like a degree from distances. She promised me that she will marry me but as I said. Life always gives you new obstacles in your day to day life.She was selected for MA in TISS Mumbai and then she felt that she never loved me. Her love for me was faded. Now, she wants a smart MBA guy. I am stuck in my life, trying every possible way to get out of this situation but I can't. In this pic, it shows only hard work, there is no talent within me.According to me, only hard work can't guarantee your success. I studied too hard to get a job as soon as possible but there is no success till now. I have collected my empty refill pens to show people that hard work always pays but unfortunately, I have to upload this pic that hard work doesn't guarantee success.EDIT#1- Thanks to everyone for your precious and pious words and I can't thank you enough for your support for learning new skills. I am preparing much harder for the upcoming exam. In the upcoming months, I am sure I will be able to get a good job. I think this post will go loner. I am taking this post as a five-year challenge. Again thank you very much. One more thing I want to ask that everyone says that if I can then everyone, is it true? I see a lot of UPSC topper used to say .

Honestly, it was overwhelming. Things went truly viral and we were completely unprepared. We were so unprepared that we left the arena while there were important dignitaries trying to talk to us. Thanks to all of you for making this magical and thanks for your wonderful compliments.I was just a few feet from Mr.Modi as we entered the place and it was an amazing feeling. Someday I will get to talk with him. And Ivanka was probably the most beautiful woman I have met. We just joke that even our robot went giddy infront of these amazing personalities. Top entrepreneurs like Ritesh Aggarwal [founder of Oyo] walked up to us to congratulate and it was a magical feeling.The highlight of the whole thing was Amul making its signature billboard with our robot. I feel humbled by these billboards.We were truly excited by Shri Modi’s and Ms. Ivanka’s expression and the thousands of snaps that were taken along with hundreds of media coverage we got. The PM tweeted about it and his office featured the bot in their homepage.Yesterday in Finland at the Slush event a founder of a European company building robots walked up to me after recognizing the Mitra and talked about partnership in taking our robots to the European market. That felt elating [inspite of the fact that the product was not in the perfect shape especially after disassembling for the flight]. Many Finnish people took selfies with the robot to put it on their timeline and that was great.We also had a delegation from Japan’s Olympics committee visit our office to explore robots for the upcoming Tokyo Olympics. These sales might or might not happen in reality, but it felt amazing to imagine that Europe and Japan could buy products from India not for cost, but for uniqueness.To our well wishers:I’m humbled by your comments and it comes as a great boost for my team that has been tired and dazzled from months of hard work. Everyone in my team come from humble backgrounds and are out to prove something big and this comes as a shot in their arm.They worked day in and night to get the models going. We faced a number of setbacks. A model made in China never came home as it is stuck in Chennai customs for 2 months. A clay model we made had several inaccuracies and could never be completed. An android device we planned didn’t support our code base and we had to go for a quick fix with another tablet. Logistics went crazy and so did a million things.There were many hands that went in. Our CTO Bharath built the overall mechanics and everything to get it moving. He was helped by our production engineer Ram and Salman who helped in the structure. Our BDM Kaundinya pulled off this event and got our robot in after our COO Mahalakshmi was invited as a delegate for the event. Mahalakshmi and her brother Sudarshan did the whole supply chain and logistics for getting all the components. Her father helped us secure funding resources to sustain the R&D.Our electronics engineers Murali, Raushan and our new hire Spandana helped in building the circuit boards and making the electronics work. Our software engineers Ashwin, Anand and Sreejit made the entire stack. Our project manager Amit made sure the things went on schedule. and Our clay modeller Mr. Angappan helped us prepare the final fibreglass body. Our designers Vinay Rao and others at Bang Design helped us design the body. And journalists like Ranjani Ayyar and Nilesh Christopher spent time understanding the product to build an accurate story.And a special thanks to Kishlay Raj and his team at Sumeru. Their CEO and CTO gave their team’s personal time to finetune the underlying product. While we couldn’t showcase Hindi language NLP in the limited time it is a part of the product that we would sell.It took the whole village to put up this show.To the general public:Just to clarify, it was not any approval from the Indian government for being best startup or anything. And it didn’t involve me using any connections or favours. The event organisers were looking at something unique for the event. They were set on a large, humanoid robot to move around and greet the dignitaries and ours was the only one in the market - not just Indian - that could do so. We have done many events across India with our robots and we had worked with the event organisers before.A few days before the event, our robot was even cancelled for the event due to security reasons etc. Then we got back in the game once the senior leadership Wizcraft [the organisers] realised this was Made in India and they wanted to encourage such a product. And being a poor bootstrapped startup, they recognized the need to encourage entrepreneurship of all kinds. We got to this place without any angel/VC money.We have had many successes so far this year. Nasscom put us in a number of top events - including letting us pitch to the Japanese delegation at the Ministry of IT earlier this month. We were among the top 50 startups chosen by them and were in almost every top Nasscom event this year. We were also invited as a part of the Indian delegation to China and close to closing a big order there.We have also worked with Thub and had the honour of presenting a PoC to the global leadership of Novartis who came to Hyderabad earlier this year.To our critics:A few people on the Internet trolled us saying this looks like 70s toys, 90s toys, children’s project etc. I’m used to getting trolled and don’t mind criticism on me. But, since you guys were abusing the work of a group, I’m forced to respond in kind.I just ask them if it were that easy to make our product, why was there never a robot in a major Indian event so far? Why didn’t they make it and take all the honours? Why are you reading about an Indian robot doing such a thing for the first time? And why are there no global product companies from India, if making hardware is a child’s game? Think about it.People who never make things are usually the ones who underestimate the complexity that goes into a product. If you have never made things, you won’t know the pain of making.People said I pulled my connections. The event organizers don’t know anything about me and neither does anyone at BJP’s top brass or the US government that sponsored the event. Our event participation was pulled off by our excellent BDM and I had little to do with it. The event organizers would draw a blank if you ask them who Balaji is.Some people said I should learn from Elon Musk and Steve Jobs in how not to make shitty product. With due respect, I studied business history more than most of my critics. Jobs and Musk are geniuses. But even the geniuses start with more achievable targets. Elon Musk started with a product like this: Yellow Pages. Steve Jobs started with a product like this: Apple I. Honda’s Asimo started this way: Honda E1. Benz started this way: karl benz. Our own amazing ISRO guys started like this: The Story of How ISRO Defied All Odds To Put SatellitesGreat looking products don’t sprout in thin air. They are a result of years of work, starting with more modest looking creations. You cannot become an adult without starting as a fetus.We are trying to prove that there is a mass market for humanoids. It would be suicidal for a company of our stage to worry about a perfect product. Ours is more like a fetus and we are trying to keep it nourished and nurtured for a grand future.A few more critics said we should have been embarrassed to put such a product. Predictably none of those are entrepreneurs or someone who have created something. Because, real creators and entrepreneurs don’t worry about breaking things. Taking risk is what we do. Rather than an embarrassment, I would feel elated for my team even if it had not even started moving.The challenges:Try moving a 50kg, 5 feet tall object through varying terrain in a noiseless, smooth way without tripping and you will understand the physics behind the design. And with a battery life to last hours of rehearsals. It is a non-trivial piece of engineering with suspension systems that my team created. From the fiberglass body to the internal structure, everything was made here.We built the hardware, software and electronics for this. We built 9 prototypes this year. We are bootstrapped and have done all this hardware investment without any external funding. And while we didn’t show its real capabilities in the GES event [too risky to try] our robots can move autonomously and that what the funky head antenna is for. We integrated NLP tools and face recognition APIs and those are non-trivial things. And over the years we iterated a million times to get things better and better.Of course, there are plenty of inaccuracies and faults. This was handmade and in a very short span of time. But, the team has gone through enormous things to get this far, from where we started earlier this year.Developing product in India is hard. Making everything in India is hard. Making such a large object is hard as the mould costs multiply and the complexity goes as a square of that. Talk is easy, getting the stuff work on the floor is hard and why these don’t happen often.I’m not saying that our product is perfect. I’m saying the product is perfected and we will get there someday. If we keep worrying about breaking things, we are not a startup.In conclusion:I’m not saying we are India’s best product or even India’s best robotics company. The GES event was not about that. They wanted to showcase entrepreneurship at an early stage and a product that fit their needs. Large finished products come from large companies, startups backed by billionaires or at least startups with large venture funding. GES thought having a product from a company that didn’t fit any of these categories above and supported by no one was worth doing.Hardware in India will sprout only when difficulties of building hardware is understood and its complexities appreciated. Everyone says they or their grandmother or their child could have our product. But, they didn’t. Only our team did. And it is much easy imagining doing a product than doing it.Is the product overhyped? Maybe. Was there luck involved. Yes. But hey for a bootstrapped startup that has been teetering on brink of bankruptcy and has had more than its share of misfortune this year, I would not mind a little luck. Would you? Peace!

When my husband looked at me and said “I should have stayed married to my first wife”. Denied it the next day. It didn’t matter. He had been too gorked to remember he said it but I knew he meant it from the depth’s of his soul. If there was anything positive about his prescription/illicit drug use, it was that one moment of honesty that the Lord allowed to slip out of his mouth.I married what I thought was a good man. Smart, neat, fourteen years my senior and from a well established and respected family in the community. I adored him. I thought he adored me and saw our combined love and common goals giving us a great future.I graduated as an RN and climbed the ranks in the company. About year two of my career he decided since I was making good money, he could quit his job any time he felt slighted or a particular assignment pushed him more than he thought fair. He lost six good jobs that way over the course of three years.The doctor diagnosed depression. He was prescribed an antidepressant and seemed to do bette but he couldn’t hold a job. He said but he was struggling with “other people laying their crap on him” during the work day. “Really man? That’s a thing?” said the sarcastic witch in my head. He heard “it’s ok we’ll figure it out.” I loved him dearly. My daughter and I were beginning to see less affection and interest in our daily lives from him but I kept the faith.“How about college and house husband then? You’re a smart guy.” “Ok” he says with the enthusiasm of Eeyore. School never materialized but the house husband role settled in. He was a clean fanatic so he thrived for awhile. I was so happy with his new found energy. I compromised and accepted the reverse role as enough. Went well for about six months and then it didn’t.He became surly and paranoid. He would go from mowing the yard at night by spotlight to sleeping for three days. I sought him the best mental health care I could find and made sure his family physician stayed well informed and involved. Little did I know it would backfire.I received a promotion that required me to be out of town two weeks a month. I accepted with trepidation but knew my current role was coming to an end and i had to keep the bills paid. I lined up my mom, grandma and mom in law to handle my daughter’s coming and goings and extra daily hugs so my husband would not be overwhelmed with her active pre teen life. He seemed ok with it. I had plans. I could build us a nest egg with the extra money in addition to paying the monthly bills with the bigger salary I justified in my head. He’d be ok. I knew it.Another six months forward, my husband now complained of panic attacks and anxiety. Our physician’s answer was to prescribe progressively higher doses of Valium over the course of a year until he was taking 80mg of Valium a day. I asked the physician to keep me informed of any changes so I could support my husband at home. I was oblivious there had been any changes. When I asked my husband, he would say everything was fine/no changes after his doctor’s appointments. For anyone who knows the drug, 80mg a day is a lot of Valium. It could have easily killed an adult unused to taking the strong benzodiazepine. He’d stopped seeing the excellent psychiatrist I’d found through my colleagues. I asked him why. “He didn’t need the guys seeing him near the man’s office.” he said.The last few months of our fourteen year marriage…After seeing my daughter off to summer camp, I helped my husband be placed in an inpatient rehab. I knew he had a disease…an addiction. I can carry a lot on my shoulders but they were bowing a bit with it all. I was hopeful for his recovery but I was doubtful. I accepted an eight week assignment that included a nice bonus. His inpt care would last six to eight weeks minimum. His mom and dad would see after him and as they saw it, ensure discretion. They didn’t want the congregation to catch word of our troubles and possibly stain the family reputation. Anyway, I knew they’d see after his needs. In hindsight, I probably should have stayed. I see now I was running from it all. I’d felt no love for him For a long time. This wasn’t suppose to be my life.During the seventh week of the assignment, our banker calls. We’re three months behind on our mortgage and $12,000 overdrawn. Excuse me, what!? This was the days before cell phones and internet banking/bill pay. I was in charge of our finances. I was 2500 miles away. I begged the banker to give me time to get home and straighten it out. Make up a sick relative to my boss and fly home through the night to meet the banker at nine the next morning.I met with the banker. Our money troubles all true. We were broke and owed a lot of overdrafts and bounced checks. My in-laws had kept him out of jail for uttering such large amounts. Each check written made out simply to Cash. Again keep in mind this was pre-internet days. You wrote a check by showing your drivers license at the curb store or grocery store. It would take a month sometimes for a check to clear the bank so you could write for dollars way beyond the actual amount you owned if you did it quickly.Seems our latest financial difficulties started when my mother-in-law gifted us a $150k CD of deposit two months before.My husband opened a separate checking account and deposited the CD money. He never said a word to me about it. He knew my check covered our expenses with no extra. He knew my car was on its last leg. He knew the house could use a new roof. Mother-in-law seemed to let it slip her mind to mention about the gift too. I never quite understood why. She knew how I often picked up shifts on Saturdays at the local nursing home to pay for cheerleading outfits or softball uniformsAfter the meeting with the banker, I sit in front of the bank speechless and overwhelmed. All the woulda, coulda, shouldas started racing through my head. How could he have done this to us?? I felt so betrayed and embarrassed. Oh, and the mortgage payments? I would ask my husband to take care of it the first of each month since he had time to go to the bank. Never a problem before.Seems he had begun to use the house payment to buy cocaine. Saw that one coming didn’t you? Wish I had. He hid his drug use very well. He had enough control to keep himself in check when I was around. He was very good. I’m trained to see it and saw nothing.After a gut wrenching cry, I go home. He doesn’t know I’m back in town. Apparently he had spent the past four weeks snorting all that money up his nose with some old friends from high school. I never knew him to do the harder drugs so I was absolutely stunned. The coke apparently altered his ability to do math. He had overdrawn his new bank account. The one with the $150k in it his mama gave him. The overdraft amounts were recovered from our joint checking account at the same time our monthly bills hit. Before the fiasco was over, we were $12k in arrears.I find out about the cocaine and constant party from his best friend. He was friends with our banker who mentioned I was coming in to see him the next day. Being close enough to us to know i was due home the following week, he suspected my upcoming early presence was caused by my husband’s behavior final being out in the open Knowing the time of our appt in the bank, best friend was waiting for me when I came out. He spent the next hour absolving himself by telling me about my husband’s many indiscretions. He said he warned my husband I would be devastated by his behavior but loyalty kept him from telling me until it was too late. I felt like I was far away as I listened. It was like I was looking at the world through a small hole. And it got even worse.I arrive home shell shocked and more tired than I’d ever been. I sit in the carport trying to muster the strength to go in. The grass in the front yard was up to my knees. My husband is sitting in the recliner. Did I mentioned he checked out of rehab week two?He was wearing the same clothes I saw him in last. The house was a disaster and smelled terrible. The pool was green. The dog wasn’t tended too and had messed all over the rugs. I sit down across from him. I knew he was out of money thus out of coke. The slitted eyes said Valium again.I lay out everything I’d learned, how heartbroken and betrayed I felt and how I didn’t feel I could go on with things as they were. He looked me dead in the face and he said it. MY FIRST WIFE. All of the love, care, worry, and excuses I’d poured out for this man! I wished he’d stayed married to his first wife too until I realized I wouldn’t have had my daughter. She was worth every minute of it. We divorced. He remarried within a few months of our divorce being final. He died at the age of 57 from a Fentanyl overdose. Oh, and not the street kind. It was prescribed by his family‘a physician.-SPS Forgive the length. This is the first time I’ve written it all down and it was rather purgative.