It was 2010.

I still remember the day I received my B.Tech certificate.

Years of struggle, confusion, pressure, and silent fear were wrapped inside that single piece of paper.

I should have felt proud.

And I did… for a moment.

I was excited about the future. Like every young graduate, I believed life was finally about to begin. The corporate world looked glamorous from the outside. Secure job. Stable income. A “settled” life.

I got placed in a company.

It felt like my first win.

But reality didn’t take long to show up.

Because of the recession that had happened just a year earlier, the company went bankrupt. They didn't have any projects. I joined the job, but there was no salary. Months passed. No clarity. No certainty. After three months, I walked away, not by choice, but by necessity.

I started again. From zero.

Soon, I got another IT job.

Salary: ₹4,000 per month.

In a city like Bhubaneswar, that amount barely covered survival. But I accepted it. I told myself, “This is temporary. Things will improve.”

But something inside me wasn’t at peace.

From the outside, I had a job. From the inside, I felt empty. I thought maybe changing companies would fix it. So I switched jobs. Shifted to Kolkata.

The salary increased.

But so did the pressure.

The politics.

The suffocation.

Every day felt heavier than the last.

Within a year, I quit again. Not because I didn’t want to work—but because I was deeply unhappy. I couldn’t ignore that inner voice anymore.

One day, while roaming the streets of Kolkata, I saw an advertisement for a Radio Jockey course.

Something stirred inside me.

Without overthinking, I walked into the institute for an enquiry, and walked out enrolled in a diploma course in Radio Station Operation and Management.

For the first time in a long time, learning felt joyful. I met experienced RJs. I learned storytelling, voice, and communication. I felt hopeful again.

But hope doesn’t always pay bills.

As the course ended, I started visiting radio stations for auditions. One after another. Slowly, I realised the harsh truth—there was getting a satisfying job is very less in this industry, especially in small cities like Bhubaneswar.

Moving to bigger cities wasn’t easy either. I wasn’t a native speaker. I didn’t belong.

That dream quietly slipped away.

During this phase, I started creating small stories inspired by my radio learning. I poured my heart into them. But they didn’t reach people the way I had imagined.

The silence hurt.

One day, I stopped creating.

Then came another thought, “Maybe I should do something for the youth.” I wanted to help, to guide, to contribute. But I had no mentor. No roadmap. No clarity.

Someone introduced me to blogging.

I worked on youth-related content for years. Late nights. Consistency. Hope.

But when I couldn’t see a clear way to sustain myself financially, I had to let that go too.

In between, I tried many things.

Vlogging.

Travelling.

Even writing a book that never saw the light of day.

Every attempt carried hope.

Every ending carried disappointment.

Then came 2018.

I was back in corporate once again when I got introduced to trading.

I still remember that moment clearly. A colleague casually said,

“If you had started trading five years ago, you would have double the money in your bank account by now.”

That single sentence stayed with me.

It echoed in my mind.

It touched something deep inside.

I jumped into trading, without proper education, without guidance, but with full intensity.

Initially, things went well. Very well. I made around ₹3.5 lakhs in just three months.

I thought I had finally found my path.

But the market has its own way of teaching lessons.

In the financial year 2019–20, the trend changed. The market started falling, and I didn’t know how to protect myself.

That year, I lost ₹15 lakhs.

Everything collapsed.

I was broken, not just financially, but emotionally. Stress and depression slowly took over. For months, sleep didn’t come easily. Eight years of hard work… gone.

The loss shattered my confidence.

It affected my relationships.

It affected my health, mentally and physically.

It took me five long years to stabilise myself again.

During those years, I enrolled in countless stock market courses. And one painful realisation kept coming back:

No one was teaching the most important part of trading.

Everyone was focused on strategies, setups, and indicators.

No one was talking about fear, greed, discipline, patience, or emotional control.

When I finally started making small but consistent profits, I took the toughest decision of my life: I left my IT job and chose to become a full-time trader.

But something had changed inside me.

I didn’t just want to trade.

I didn’t want anyone else to suffer the way I did.

As I traded full-time, I started observing myself deeply. my reactions, my mistakes, my emotional patterns. And when I began talking to other traders, I saw the same story everywhere.

Different people.

Same emotions.

Same mistakes.

Some survived.

Many couldn’t.

That’s when Mindful Trading Hub was born.

Today, I don’t just teach trading.

I teach the right approach. the mindset, the psychology, the inner work that no one talks about.

Because trading is not just about charts and markets.

It’s about the person sitting in front of the screen.

And if this story touched something inside you…

If you want to learn the approach that saved me…

👉 Reply to this email. I will be happy to discuss and help.

With Love & Respect

Samir...