Behind every milestone in my journey stands a family that has shaped who I am — through their values, sacrifices and unwavering belief. This page is a small tribute to the people who have made everything possible.
Educator, Karmayogi and the “Bhishma Pitamah” of NSS in Saurashtra.
Born in 1948 in the small village of Khajurda, my father’s early life was a study in resilience. Raised primarily by his mother — Shanta Ba, whose warrior spirit he often credits as the source of his own — he balanced school with grueling work in the fields, studying by lantern light while his own father worked away in Odisha. Those formative years in Bhayavadar and Upleta, marked by hardship and quiet determination, became the foundation of every value he would later live by.
His teaching career began in 1971 at Adarsh Vidyalaya, Upleta, while he was still a college student himself. A natural orator and cultural force, he rose from primary school teacher to Principal of K. S. Kansagara Mahila College, Rajkot — across a career spanning more than 35 years. Even after reaching the most senior administrative posts, he held firmly to one principle: education first. His students still affectionately call him “the President who takes periods” — a leader who never let his offices come between him and a classroom.
Beyond the lecture hall, he became a legendary figure in India’s National Service Scheme (NSS). As Programme Co-ordinator for Saurashtra University for nearly two decades, he earned the title of Bhishma Pitamah of NSS — leading from the front through the 2001 Gujarat earthquake, cyclone relief operations and countless village-level initiatives. His integrity was as defining as his service: he famously refused a National Award when he felt the selection process had been compromised by political pressure, proving that his principles mattered far more to him than any honour.
His life is a lived embodiment of the Bhagavad Gita’s Karmayogi ideal — to act with full commitment, without attachment to reward. Despite holding influential seats in the University Senate and Syndicate, he never converted that influence into personal gain, choosing instead to live in a rented home for 22 years while ensuring his siblings were educated and settled. A photographer, a tabla and harmonium player, a perpetual student of life — today, even in retirement, he continues to serve numerous educational and charitable trusts as an honorary guide. He says his greatest pride lies not in his long list of accolades, but in the love of his family and the thousands of students whose lives he has helped shape.
Beyond his academic career, my father has served as a cornerstone for numerous institutions across governance, education, social welfare and literature — at regional, state and national levels.
The quiet force who held our family together — and lit every light in our lives.
My mother, Hansa Panara, joined the family in May 1975 — at a time when the household was still finding its footing. She spent her first six months as a new bride in Bhayavadar with her mother-in-law and younger siblings-in-law while my father worked in Keshod, quietly choosing the family’s unity over her own comfort. For more than two decades after — through years in rented rooms in Rajkot — she ran our home with the same grace, never once making the absence of luxury feel like a void.
While my father poured himself into thousands of students and NSS volunteers, my mother held the home front together — and quietly fueled his rise. When he could not afford a bicycle in his early years, she handed over her wedding blessing money and insisted he buy one. She treated every milestone of his as her own, fueling it with her savings, her time and an unwavering belief that has never asked anything in return.
Her greatest gift, my father openly says, was raising me. “Chintan is what he is today because of his mother.” She walked me to Mahatma Gandhi School every single day, became my first teacher, and shaped — gently but exactingly — the curiosity and confidence I carry into the world. Years later, with the same discernment and love, she chose Sneha as a partner for me, welcoming her into a home she had spent a lifetime building.
One image of my parents stays with me above all others. In our small rented home, after I had been put into my cradle, they would turn that single room into my father’s makeshift dark room. As he developed his prints, she would sit beside him — gently rocking the cradle to keep me asleep. A woman standing quietly in the shadows, working tirelessly to make sure the lights of her husband’s and her son’s lives stayed bright. That, in one frame, is my mother.
Partner, professor, founder — and the steady centre that lets every dream in our home take flight.
Sneha first entered our story as a professional in her own right — a professor at Atmiya College — and from the very beginning she carried a quiet self-possession that won my father over almost immediately. Today, she is my partner in every sense of the word. Much as my mother has been for my father, Sneha is the grounding force that gives me the clarity and peace to chase ambitious goals — and the home she has built around us is not so much a residence as a sanctuary of warmth, where high pursuits and a deep personal life meet without compromise.
Sneha represents a new chapter of professional excellence in our family. After lending her expertise to Xpertnest in its formative years, she found the courage and creativity to forge her own path — founding Nestoon, an AI Animation Studio sitting right at the intersection of technology and storytelling. It is the same scientific, confident temperament my father once recognised in me, now expressed in a fresh form: a pioneer not only in our home, but in a fast-changing digital landscape.
Above everything, Sneha lives by our family’s most deeply held value — education and family first. When Arya and Aryan needed her most, she made the conscious choice to step back from a rising career to nurture them through their most formative years, all while keeping her entrepreneurial fire quietly alive for the future. It is the same selfless devotion that has shaped every generation of women in this family.
She also made one of the harder choices of our life look effortless: when we decided to leave London and settle back in Rajkot in 2014, her adaptability and grace were what made my father’s long-held wish for a “return to roots” possible. The strong tuning between the generations of our family — old and new, traditional and modern — runs, in many ways, through her.
Our eldest carries a vibrant blend of physical energy and an artistic soul. Just as her grandfather found harmony between scholarship and the arts, Arya finds hers between sport and art — disciplined and resilient on one side, quietly creative on the other. She is the bridge between our family’s traditional values and a modern, active life — bringing her own grace and colour to everything she touches.
Our youngest spark — and already, it seems, the inheritor of the scientific, logical mind my father has long admired. Aryan shows the early signs of a math wiz, with a clarity and analytical depth that feel beyond his years. In a family of educators, leaders and entrepreneurs, he carries the torch into the world of logic and precision — a thinker we suspect will be solving tomorrow’s problems.