There were many opportunities for me to pursue further education. I had joined a correspondence course, but I abandoned it as soon as I got promoted. The fee wasn’t a burden, and in the early days of my career, several senior officers even offered to fund my studies. Later on, open universities made it possible to sit directly for final exams, which many of my colleagues did to earn increments. But my goal wasn’t just to get a degree on paper—I wanted to genuinely learn and improve myself. 

I read extensively—not just fiction, but books on subjects like costing, project appraisals, decision-making, and management. Wherever I worked, I made it a point to establish a good library with useful books, hoping others would benefit from them too. 

Looking back, I recall the happy moments of my career. Every company I worked for, even before I joined the bank, appreciated my efforts. At a young age, I was entrusted with key responsibilities, and once, on Children’s Day, a senior officer who later became a Deputy General Manager told me: “Suresh, take the day off. Go home and enjoy!” 

I quickly rose through the ranks, leaving behind many seniors and qualified colleagues. By 26, I was promoted, married, and building a house—a dream that seemed impossible in those days. A fulfilling job, a beautiful house, and a loving family—what more could I ask for? 

My sons excelled in their studies, pursued education abroad, and are now well-settled with wonderful families of their own. Their wives fit perfectly into our family, and our grandchildren bring us endless joy. We have financial security, and our sons are always ready to support us if needed. 

However, I regret not following my passions. I loved writing, even as a child, and dabbled in poetry. But I never took it seriously or pursued writing courses. Sports, drawing, and music were also passions I neglected. While I learned music formally for a few years, I never pursued drawing, despite my interest. 

Even though a degree might have taken me further in my career, I don’t see my journey as a failure. I believe I wasn’t meant to go higher—not because of a lack of knowledge or skills, but because I lacked certain qualities required for top leadership roles. 

Looking back, I consider my life more than a moderate success. That’s why I now relax in my recliner, writing and reflecting. As the saying goes, “The moving finger writes, and having written, moves on. And there is no end.” 

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