My way on the highway

Having grown up at the Gymkhana Club, many of my fondest childhood memories are deeply tied to it. Whether it was discovering my first Agatha Christie novel in the club library, savoring continental dishes (to this day, I believe the best baked corn in the world is served here—I’ve tried auflauf in Germany, baked corn in Houston, and baked sweet corn in England, but Gymkhana still wins hands down), learning to swim in the giant pool, or playing tennis on the clay courts—each experience shaped who I am today. So, after years of ignoring my father’s gentle nudges to become a member, when the opportunity finally came, I seized it eagerly with both hands. After two decades in the software engineering grind — full of deadlines, design docs, and deployments — I finally did the unthinkable. In early August, I quit my perfectly “good-going” corporate job to start something of my own. (Yes, midlife crisis, but make it entrepreneurial.)The decision came after much family consultation — equal pa...