People often ask me, “How have you managed to balance the relentless demands of being a Chartered Accountant? " And with the equally profound responsibilities of family life?” And I’ve always believed that balance isn’t found—it’s created, choice by choice, moment by moment.
From the very beginning, I made one thing non-negotiable: When I come home, I truly come
home. Whatever stress the day brings, whatever deadlines loom, they’re left outside the door.
I often describe it as the gardener’s story—an old parable where a gardener would hang his problems on a tree outside his home before entering, so he could greet his family with a light heart and full attention. I do the same. My clients, my files, my worries—they all wait patiently outside. I pick them up again the next morning. Yes, there are exceptions. There have been times—month ends, audits, tax season—when I’ve had to blur the line. Client calls during dinner, urgent decisions during family time. But I’ve tried my best to keep such moments minimal. And thankfully, my family has always understood that this is not just my work—it’s my calling.
While I may speak often about “balance,” I’ve always drawn a clear line between my profession and my personal life. No one in the family is involved in my business, and that’s intentional.
I’ve never wanted to turn the dinner table into a boardroom or expect my loved ones to bear the
weight of professional pressures. Instead, I’ve kept those worlds parallel—not intersecting, but running side by side. My family is my grounding, my reset button, my daily reminder of what truly matters. They give me perspective, joy, and purpose far beyond balance sheets and advisories.
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