Ever since I can remember my friends and I would invariably ask our well-heeled friends from business backgrounds to give us some ideas to become entrepreneurs.We had just turned teenagers! We wanted suggestions to get into a newer and richer league. At times the answers were callous and unthinking. The other times our entreaties were . We asked but our requests were rejected. Throughout the struggle we were guided by two principles - our concept of morality and utterdisgust for things illegal ! Now I return to the first person. My C.V. would,perhaps,not send the financial world whirling.But then I "was a prisoner of birth". Government jobs. shirt factories, roadside salesmanship... I had been there . I had tasted the large-heartedness of private employers who doled out wages in a manner that only Dickens would understand. Then I turned towards private tuitions -something every educated but jobless Indian does.Many of my friends migrated, many got lost in the caverns of life. Drugs ruined many. Time is relentless and unforgiving .These times are better for the urban teen ,of a certain class , if they are counselled well.