Babbily Review: A True ChatGPT Competitor

“The grey-white smoke from my burning cigarette rose up passionately in the air and disappeared, scattering away into a million pieces, eerily reminding me of my own life, fine and smooth one moment and disordered the next. And in each of those broken pieces, I could read a single word—failure—printed as boldly and distinctly as a newspaper headline. Career, business, relationships or family, I had become an expert at failing and almost always when I did something, I knew it would end even before the remote possibility of success lingered on the horizon.

Five years back I quit my wonderfully steady job to start my own company in the hopes that one day I would become a successful entrepreneur. My ambition was strong, the time was right, the risks had been calculated and the business model was in place. I started, and I started well. Everything was fine until I was caught unaware of the collapse, and as it all fell apart, each broken piece drilled a huge hole into my entrepreneur dreams and left me dazed and demoralized. And try as I may, I could not stop my company from incurring losses—huge losses—until the day arrived when I had to finally close shop. But I fought, stood tall and kept my passion and dignity in place, because achieving success was a dream I didn’t want to give up so easily. I rose back on my feet and built a second company, but that too sank as soon as the ship embarked on its glorious journey. And when the third one collapsed, it painfully and dishearteningly dawned on me that maybe I wasn’t cut out to be a leader. Slowly, one by one, the wounds appeared on my battered self-respect and I ended up losing more than I bargained for.

Possibly the worst of them was when Sheela left. One fine morning she packed her bags, picked up little Nemo and left before I could even utter the word ‘wait’. And just like that my wife and daughter were gone in the blink of an eye. Between the opening and closing of the front door, my universe came crashing down upon me, the weight of it too hard to bear on my own. I’m not a weak man but I’m no Sheela.

She is what most modern women desire to be but are afraid of becoming. Strong, independent and beautiful are just some of the cliched words that describe her. She is much, much more. The Mozart of MS Excel, the Beethoven of company presentations and the Bach of client meetings, Sheela bull-dozes her way through appraisals and is no less than a wrecking ball when it comes to making deals. A force of nature, she storms her way in and out of office like she’s on a crusade. Being the daughter of an Air Force captain, she takes dedication to a whole new level. And rarely does she listen to the word ‘no’ unless it comes from her. Others climb corporate ladders; she uses a lift.”