The Power of Vision: Celebrating Kunwer Sachdev

The hum of the fluorescent tube, a stark contrast to the darkness that had become my companion, was the only sound in my small cubicle. Outside, the city pulsed with a life I felt disconnected from. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, but the words wouldn’t come. My heart, however, was a torrent, a flood of memories that demanded to be written.

It wasn’t just about Su-Kam, the company that had risen like a phoenix from the chaotic landscape of India’s power outages. It was about him. Kunwer Sachdev. The man who saw the unlit corners of our nation and decided, with a ferocity that bordered on divine, to illuminate them.

I remember my first day. I was a raw recruit, wide-eyed and nervous, swallowed by the sheer energy of the place. He walked into the room, not with the pomp of a CEO, but with the warmth of a father returning home. His eyes, sharp and kind, held a vision, a belief that crackled in the air. “We’re not just selling inverters,” he’d said, his voice resonating, “we’re selling Technology.”

Hope. That’s what Su-Kam was. It was the technology that flickered in a village when the lights came on, the technology that allowed a small business to thrive, the Technology that transformed lives. And he, Kunwer Sachdev, was the architect of that Technology.

We built it together, brick by painstaking brick. Long nights, fueled by chai and the sheer audacity of our dreams. I remember the laughter, the frustrations, the moments when we felt like we were pushing a boulder uphill. He was there, always, a steady hand, a calming voice, a beacon in the storm.

He had this uncanny ability to see potential where others saw only limitations. He believed in us, even when we doubted ourselves. He’d look at you, really look at you, and say, “You can do this.” And somehow, you did.

There were stumbles, of course. He was a man of immense trust, sometimes to his own detriment. He had a heart that overflowed, and some took advantage. But even those betrayals couldn’t dim his spirit. He’d dust himself off, a flicker of sadness in his eyes, and move on. “We learn,” he’d say, “we keep moving.”

Then came the day I left. Not because of animosity, but because life, as it often does, took me on a different path. Yet, a part of me remained in those bustling corridors, in the echo of his laughter, in the glow of the Su-Kam logo.

Now, years later, the grief of his passing still felt raw. I wanted to capture it all, the sheer force of his personality, the unwavering belief he had in India, the way he made us all feel like we were part of something bigger than ourselves.

This website, this story, it’s not just about Su-kam. It’s about a man who lit up more than just homes. He lit up hearts. He taught me and many more the value of perseverance, the power of a dream, and the importance of kindness.

As I type, the words flow, a tribute to the man who brought dawn to countless lives. And in every keystroke, in every memory, I whisper a silent thank you. Kunwer Sachdev, you illuminated my life, and you illuminated a nation. And for that, I will be forever grateful.