14th September 2004, Tuesday.
The day had come. A day that would go down in the secret diary of fate.
Dilli, just ten years old, marched alongside his father into the cool, serious atmosphere of the bank. His father, as always, looked like the cautious guardian of family honor. Dilli, however, looked like a pint-sized tycoon who had just stepped out of Forbes magazine. His short frame barely reached the bank counter, but his mind was already plotting numbers bigger than the building itself.
They withdrew ₹1,98,500/-, and soon enough, the Demat account blinked awake with that balance. With the precision of a surgeon and the calmness of a monk (well, a very excited monk), Dilli made his very first move:
11,028 shares of Eicher Motors at ₹18 each.
Click. Bought.
A silence fell in his heart for a moment. Then came the roar. Not from outside, but inside.
"Warren Buffett," he thought, eyes narrowing in comic seriousness, "the so-called Oracle of Omaha, began investing at age 11. Eleven! And look where he stands before my accident in 2025—$150 billion net worth. Respectable, yes. But…"
Dilli smirked, as though addressing Warren himself across time and space.
"You had foresight, Warren. I have foresight plus 21 years of cheat codes. You walked into the market with intuition. I walk in with history itself."
In his mind, he pictured Warren sipping Coca-Cola somewhere, chuckling. "Little boy, markets are unpredictable."
Dilli answered in silence, a flame burning in his heart: Unpredictable for you. But not for me.
For a second, he saw his reflection in the bank's polished glass door. His tiny shoulders, his school uniform, his satchel stuffed with math books. Yet in that reflection, he saw more—the outline of a titan, a shadow of the world's first trillionaire.
"Why not me?" he whispered to himself. "If Warren can make $150 billion… I will make $1 trillion. Not in dollars, not in rupees—but in destiny itself."
His father tugged his shoulder, unaware of the storm of ambition brewing inside his son. To him, Dilli was just a kid making his "first small step" in the world of finance.
But in Dilli's mind, that step was not small. It was the first stomp of a colossus. A promise had been etched into his soul:
One day, the world will not ask who Warren Buffett was. They will ask—who is Dilli, the world's first trillionaire?
And with that, the eternal flame lit inside him, brighter than any stock ticker.