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7. Nothing could ever stop him from growing. - In his final years, Rakesh battled diabetes, kidney problems, obesity, and was often seen in a wheelchair, But he never let anything slow him down. - In 2022, while barely able to walk, he launched Akasa Air, a brand new...

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