Random Thoughts

The harder you try to control things, the more they seem to slip away. Over the past few years, this has become one of the most profound lessons I’ve learned. I’ve found myself doing things I never envisioned or even desired. But what did I truly want? Honestly, I didn’t even know back then. Yet somehow, everything I’m doing now feels like it was meant to be all along. Ironically, I used to joke that I’d rather beg than code—yet here I am, enjoying it, despite not being particularly exceptional at it. Becoming an intellectual wasn’t something I anticipated either, but the shift happened so gradually that I hardly noticed it until I was already on that path. From coding to living in Europe, so much has unfolded without any careful planning. I suppose that’s what wisdom is—recognizing opportunities when they come and making the most of them. Just today, I was talking with a friend about my past relationships, reflecting on how different life could have been if I had stayed in India. I p...

I recently read Carl Jung's work, for those who don't know him, Jung is considered as one of the founding fathers of psychotherapy. Jung worked extensively on dream interpretation, the human psyche, and behavior. Jung is one of the most famous men in his field, definitely top 100 famous people of the entire 20th century. His ideas are inspiring and give a new framework to think about human life and action. Today, I want to talk about, the projection of ideas and psyche. I'm sure that you have met a few untrusting people in your life, I'm sure you have met many liars in your life, and also a few gentle souls as well. A person who is habituated to lying, cheating, or any other good or bad behavior, sees the same thing in the world. A lot of you already know this, I'm positive. But do you know we also project our inefficiencies to the world? More so than our goodness, a person who couldn't make money would often hate the rich and say things like, money corrupts. Th...

Lately, I find myself in a peculiar stage of life. At times, I feel disconnected from the present moment, neither anchored in the past nor anxious about the future. It's as if I'm a ship adrift at sea, with no inclination to seek the shore. While my days pass relatively smoothly, nights have begun to feel increasingly heavy and vacant. I've arrived at a juncture where my desires are unclear. The facades people wear and the illusions of wealth and power are apparent to me, yet I find myself pursuing these very things, perhaps due to a lack of alternative aspirations. My life's goals have been achieved sooner and more extensively than I ever imagined. Experiences that typically span decades have been condensed into mere years. For instance, I wrote a book at 27—a feat I had envisioned for my fifties—and completed it in just 27 days. Having reached my destination prematurely, I'm now at a loss for how to occupy my remaining time. The aspirations that once filled my min...

I've been thinking about this for years. Recently, I read some Nietzsche, and he talked about something similar called the "will to power." The idea that an equal system will create a better human race has been flawed from the start. Enforcing equality and diversity blindly is a bad solution, yet the current political ideology has made us believe that these should be the norms in every organization, even in families and friendships. Today, I want to break down this myth, show you how flawed this thinking is, and give real-life examples of things we love that are actually the result of society's hierarchical nature. Let's start with Nietzsche's book "Why I Am So Clever." The title alone sounds boastful. The main idea of the book is that some people are born superior and meant to rule others. He gives several examples to support this. I partly agree with him, but I believe that even if some people are born with certain advantages, it's still their ...

There is a lot that people don't understand about me, not just because I have complex ideas, but also because they've never experienced life the way I have. They haven't been in similar situations. By the time I finished my bachelor's, I had transformed into a full-blown extrovert. I spent more time outside my room than in it, even if I included sleeping time to it. My routine involved leaving around 8:30 in the morning and rarely returning before midnight. Most of my time was spent in other people's rooms, to the point where some of the rooms became my temporary napping spots in the afternoon. Life was chaotic for four straight years. Sleeping in different rooms became routine, and luckily, no one ever kicked me out. I had a large group of friends, or rather, I was part of several different groups. Each group taught me something different and had a unique vibe. Some were for having dinner together, others for joking around, and a few precious ones for cherishing tr...

It is a strange feeling, I can't put my finger on it, I don't even know what triggers it. But from time to time it resurfaces, maybe some form of hormonal cycle, something which I'm completely unaware of. It's a strange form of dissatisfaction, even though everything appears to be the same in my mind, there is no change to my schedule, or anything else, yet I feel the void. One possible explanation might be that my brain needs some new form of input, it might be craving for a new experience. But fortunately, just the way it comes, it automatically goes away as well. Recently during my visit to Germany, I felt the same. There was no tension or stress, I was chilling beside a river on a sunny day, enjoying my coffee, and yet I didn't like it. People don't understand what solitude is, they don't know what it means to be alone. Please don't get me wrong, I enjoy my solitude, I always have so many things to entertain myself with, so many things to explore, ob...

During my recent visit to India, after a year away, I found myself eagerly anticipating the chance to reconnect with old friends and rediscover my own space. Despite being in regular touch, the experience of sharing physical space again was a unique blend of excitement and apprehension. It quickly became evident how much I've changed since moving abroad over three years ago. Not only I'm quite different from my friends but also from my own previous self. The values I once held dear no longer hold the same appeal, replaced by deeper, more meaningful pursuits. Even though both I and my friends started our journey from the same place, but we are on completely different paths. There is hardly anything in common between the way we lead our lives. This observation isn't meant to pass judgment on anyone but to reflect on personal growth and the divergent paths we all take. I genuinely hope for happiness and fulfillment for all my friends who have taken a different path than me. On...