From Blog of Capt. Shekhar Gupta.
From Blog of Capt. Shekhar Gupta.
In Oct 2016, I boarded flight from Bangalore to Mumbai, economy class. I put my hand bag in overhead bin and took my aisle seat. There was an old person sitting next to me on the window seat.
I had a presentation in Mumbai, so took my documents and started going through them for the final time before the presentation. After 15–20 minutes I was done with my documents, so I put them away and started kooking out of the window, and suddenly I looked at the face of this person sitting next to me. I thought I have seen him somewhere.
He was old, his face, the suit was not very expensive, and he was replying to some mails or going through some documents. I exactly don’t know. I noticed his shoes, they were average quality.
Something stuck me and I asked him:
“Are you Mr. Narayana Murthy?”
He looked at me, smiled and replied, “Yes, I am.”
I was shocked !
For one second I had no idea what to say next. I looked at him again. His shoes, his suit, his tie and his …
In Oct 2016, I boarded flight from Bangalore to Mumbai, economy class. I put my hand bag in overhead bin and took my aisle seat. There was an old person sitting next to me on the window seat.
I had a presentation in Mumbai, so took my documents and started going through them for the final time before the presentation. After 15–20 minutes I was done with my documents, so I put them away and started kooking out of the window, and suddenly I looked at the face of this person sitting next to me. I thought I have seen him somewhere.
He was old, his face, the suit was not very expensive, and he was replying to some mails or going through some documents. I exactly don’t know. I noticed his shoes, they were average quality.
Something stuck me and I asked him:
“Are you Mr. Narayana Murthy?”
He looked at me, smiled and replied, “Yes, I am.”
I was shocked !
For one second I had no idea what to say next. I looked at him again. His shoes, his suit, his tie and his …