This is where I park all the thoughts that crossed my mind — from random reflections to lessons I’ve picked up along the way.
You’ll find bits about personal finance, self-behavior, life experiences, and everything in between.
It’s honest, evolving, and entirely mine.
Customer service isn’t about treating your clients like morons or worshipping them as gods. It’s about being competent enough to identify their real problem—and solving it without the drama. That’s it. That’s the secret.
Forget four-year degrees being the holy grail—by the time you graduate, your precious skill set might already be collecting dust. The future belongs to the endlessly curious and the perpetually adaptable. So stop clinging to your academic past and start learning for the present.
You’ve done the grind. You’ve crossed the finish line. Don’t whisper your wins—say them out loud. The world needs to hear you say, “Yep, I did that!”
We spend most of our lives adjusting our real selves to match a version of us that society prefers. But what if we just… didn’t? From hair dye to happiness, it all comes down to whether you’re at peace with the weirdo in the mirror.
You’ve done presentations, fixed pipes, made excuses, repaired switches, and somehow survived meetings—all in one day. Nobody taught you how to do this. But you figured it out. And you will again. That’s your superpower.
At 40, we all suddenly start talking—to everyone and no one. But deep down, all we’re doing is trying to reach our younger selves with the wisdom we’ve painfully earned. It’s not about teaching others. It’s about making peace with the path that brought us here.
In a world where everything is measured, managed, and manicured to please the masses, don’t forget to check in with yourself. Are you really liking what you like, or are you just eating algorithmic mangoes out of habit?
You’ve had a bad day. Maybe your boss yelled at you. Maybe your favorite biryani joint closed early. Or maybe life just threw one of those classic plot twists where you’re stuck with a flat tire, a dead phone, and existential dread. And then comes that well-meaning philosopher friend.Taps gently on your shoulder and says
We buy toys hoping they’ll make up for the time we couldn’t spend with our children. But years later, they won’t remember the truck or the tricycle — they’ll remember the silly jokes, the bedtime stories, and the way you made them feel. Childhood memories aren’t made in shopping carts. They’re made in conversations, shared giggles, and ordinary moments that somehow turn into gold.
Let’s admit it—the world is a well-oiled machine. Nature has its rhythm. Society has its rulebook. The entire machinery of life loves one thing above all: predictability. You’re born, you go to school, you choose a course (not based on interest but based on job market trends), you graduate, get a job, climb the ladder,
