Category: Documenting daily lessons
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Stakeholder Report: Apr 2024
If you do not sit down for a minute, look back and ask yourself a couple of difficult questions, you risk losing your footing. Thus, this Stakeholder Report.
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Becoming That Bitch
Every single piece that I have started with a good evening has never gone out. But this evening is different. It had the prettiest, most magical skies. And I am determined. So, good evening! People actually read these blogs. Most of these are just my fuckery on the Internet. To please my whims and fancy.…
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Stakeholder Report: Mar 2024
The world has put far too much time, money, faith and energy in me for me confidently say that I am a business. Thus, this monthly Stakeholder Report.
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We are so back!
I want a big life. I want a really, really big life. These days, every time I find myself in a shitty moment that makes me feel small and defeated, I repeat that to myself.
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On creating, fucking around and standards.
Ever since I have come back from Lonavala, I have defaulted to consumption rather than creation. I’ve read books and newsletters and reports. I have watched YouTube videos and documentaries and movies and music films. I have thought of making something – anything – but I keep crawling into the safe, delusional world of consuming.…
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Steamroller in a field of flowers
Last few days, I have consumed or been a part of many interesting conversations. Let me distil them for you. One. FOMO + Sifting. @saurabh sent me this. And this. And this. And a question came to mind. “Do you find a million cool people and read all their cool work? Or random? If A, then how…
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Finding love in 2024
Written on Jan 11. Posted on Jan 27. Edited thrice in between. Lunch break just ended and I have my earphones blasting Mika’s Mast Kalander. Kids are flooding in with tiny snacks and big coffees. I can’t hear them talk – it’s like an Instagram story with some super-thought-out, vibey music. And it is nothing…
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Potential ka achaar
If three people gossip at my funeral, I do not want them to say – Alas, she had so much potential. It would kill me. Maybe that’s the reason I died. Assume non-linear timelines. I’ve always hated the idea of it. It’s my greatest fear. Basking in the glory of all my potential. And never…
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Writing is a thinking tool
I will not be led astray by emotions. Simply put: I whiled on and off the Internet for some four hours today before I finally sat down to write. And I already knew what I wanted to talk about but that looming reminder in my head was unkind and stole the fun + charm of…