A couple of years ago while traveling in scenic Austria, I got down from the car and sat by the side of a mountain besides a flowing brook. It was no restful and peaceful and I was nearly lulled to sleep by the sound of the water, but knowing it would be an experience I would always cherish, I forced myself awake and lowered my feet into the passing stream.

Have been an entrepreneur most of my life, yes, even now as a newspaper columnist and writer I’m one, because what I write has to be sellable, by being readable for my readers. But what is the power this wonderful adrenalin seeking addiction of entrepreneurship have over us?

 “Your husband,” I told the pretty lady standing at the entrance of the park where I walk everyday, “is such a polite man!”

 “Why what does he do?” asked the lady.

 “He wishes everybody during his morning walk,” said the chairman of the committee which maintains the park.

Something I see so often in America and Europe as I travel through a city in the mornings is the owner of a business establishment opening his shop himself, cleaning the porch and dusting his furniture. There is a sense of pride as he carefully wipes the door handles, makes the brass shine, cleans the glass and polishes the doors.

Here in our country, we have a peon to open the shop, another sweeper to clean the front and other employees to do all the other work we don’t want to do.

As my plane took off last week, from the city I’d done my school and college, I looked out and thought of the last few days, when not a moment went by when old friends were not around. There were lunches, dinners, speaking and singing!