Rajesh's retirement shock: "Mere paas SIPs the, bro!"

Rajesh Mehta thought he had it all figured out. A Prabhadevi apartment with a sliver of sea view. Two kids in IB schools who spoke better English than he ever would. A wife who handled brunches and Birkin bags with equal flair. And a retirement plan. At least he thought he had one. Every month, money went into SIPs like clockwork. A few stock tips here, a couple of FDs there, a solid LIC policy his uncle swore by. Was he a financial expert? Nah. But he was consistent. And in Mumbai, consistency is practically a luxury. He never really questioned it. Why would he? Life was good. EMIs almost done. Kids soon off to college. Retirement was just ten years away. Easy breezy. Until one night, it wasn't. The dinner that changed it all It happened at a rooftop dinner in Lower Parel. Sipping overpriced wine and dunking sushi in too much wasabi, Raje

This article was originally published on April 24, 2025.