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Kabir Suri's life was perfectly curated. Only son of a Bombay family that surfed the 1991 economic wave straight into luxury condos and offshore accounts, Kabir grew up knowing two must-dos: respect money, and always curate the optics. By 28, he drove a Beemer, had a standing brunch reservation at Soho House, and spent weekends ferrying between Malabar Hill and his family's Alibaug villa. Old Bombay gave eye rolls. New Bombay called him goals. Behind the glam though, Kabir played it old-school. No fancy advisors. Just him, and his beloved Excel spreadsheet, updated every Sunday between artisanal coffee sips. And a regular stock app which he sometimes checked, albeit rather nervously—new money hustles, even when it looks effortless. It made him feel disciplined. In control. Unstoppable. Until, one sunny Thursday at lunch, life-and the market- decided otherwise. Kabir spotted a tin
This article was originally published on May 01, 2025.





