Journey of an Idea to a Vision | The Merchant of Stories by Dipa Sanatani

The creative entrepreneur walks a different path from the technology entrepreneur. She/he needs to wear two hats. The first is the artist hat to define the creative vision of their product or service. The second is the business hat to understand the dynamics of their chosen marketplace and sell it to as many people as possible.Wearing two fundamentally different hats is not easy. Dipa Sanatani leads us through her journey of this balancing act in The Merchant of Stories. 

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History of the Written Word: the scribes of medieval Europe and ancient Mesopotamia

In the beginning, there was only nature. We lived alongside her laws and her ways. With the annals of time, humans created civilisation. Without the written word, civilisation wouldn’t exist. And it all began with the scribes – the very first wordsmiths who etched their words so they would never be forgotten or lost. 

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The Startup Founder Mindset

Most people will never work or be part of a startup so they simply don’t have the skillset to comprehend – or even imagine – how to make things work. Way too many of the people I meet these days think of a startup as either some glamorous venture that’ll take off overnight or just a hobby to keep you distracted from how unfulfilling things are at your day job. But a startup is a lot more than that.

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Two Little Lights and a Book Review | Author Interview with Sanchari Das

“As an author myself I know that the authors cannot help hiding a part of themselves inside the book. And I love to search for those traces in the book, exploring the themes, symbolism or hidden meanings, significance of the title, while composing detailed book reviews. I feel this is the best part of writing book reviews, it makes one live the story twice.”

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The Chopda Pujan: inviting wealth on Diwali

I gazed up at the skies as I made my way to Singapore Chinatown’s Sri Mariamman Temple. The slightly darkened clouds signalled at the rain that was about to fall. I walked as briskly as I could in my heavy maroon lace saree. It had been twelve years since my last chopda pujan and I never thought I’d see the day where I’d preside over my very own. I watched my great-grandfather perform the ceremony annually growing up, but I never thought one day I’d be next in line. Life must know things that I don’t.

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