“The founder of HP started in his dormitory room.”

“Rick Rubin started DefJam records in his New York University dorm room.”

“Steve Jobs and Steve Wozniak started Apple in the car garage.”

Motivational speakers often use these lines to punch home the dictum: It doesn’t matter where you started, the future is brighter.

That’s a lovely narrative. The stores of these startups who have gone on to become global brands infuse us with the energy to do the needful – just start.

A tickling, but dangerous dimension is the school-dropout-turned-success narrative. Presented so fashionably, a gullible mind latches onto it without due recourse to peculiar circumstances surrounding the individual’s action.

One thing noticeable in many of these stories is that the actions leading up to the dropping out and the successive acts are often hooded. On few occasions are the actors in these narratives open enough to share. This adaptation is so full of exaggerations like the adaptation of an epic novel into a movie.

So, blinded by optimism elicited by the stirring motivational speech, a random Joe ‘slaps’ his boss, lugs his bag home to head off on that venture. And then he finds out the foolishness of his action as reality gnaws at his confidence.

Startups now have an awesome leverage to showcase to the world what they’ve got.

Those hours spent uploading selfies of your hangout with the boys or painted nails or needless political banters or the cat’s paws or the chick’s poop can be spent showcasing your gift to the world. Your weekends can be put into great use rather than spending them on parties or girly associations that discuss nothing but attendance to funerals and fees for mundane stuff.

When excellently done, you open the doors to traditional gatekeepers, lovers of your art, and investors. That provides you the strength to muscle your way out into the world.