I always love to hear my dad's childhood experiences of life not just because he is my inspiration, but because of his hardships and poverty he encountered which did not stop him from evolving as an established professional. Prepping myself to head for an outing with my friends on Sunday afternoon, I wore a creasy peach shirt and wrinkled black pants. And there, my dad called me and of course, scolded me. But I know how to tackle his anger, and so I channelised his rage into a life-lesson asking him about his experiences of ironing clothes. But my very first question was evident, contemplating his childhood. Thus, the conversation goes, "Hey Dad! I wonder, did you iron your clothes in your childhood?", I curiously asked, channelising his anger. To which he replied, "So what we were poor and had patches on our clothes I would present myself in the best manner I could from the available resources." "Were you inspired by someone you saw i...