Don’t Learn Your History or Culture from Movies

Movies are not history. They are narrative weapons - precision-forged, emotion-driven instruments of control. They do not reflect the past; they manufacture it. Every historical film you have ever seen is a distortion, a psyop, a deliberate engineering of perception. The masses, addicted to cinematic spectacle, confuse storytelling with truth.

India Is a Low-Trust Society

India’s public spaces are battlegrounds where the strong impose and the weak yield. Order is not given - it is taken. A prime seat in a waiting area? Someone will sit uncomfortably close until you leave. A long queue? Someone will inch ahead the moment you hesitate. This isn’

There Is No Musk Without Murthy

Elon Musk sleeping on the factory floor? Genius. Narayana Murthy suggesting a 70-hour workweek? Exploitation. This is modern hypocrisy at its finest! A world that worships success but recoils at the suffering required to achieve it. We glorify billionaires, we fetishize “grind culture,” yet the moment someone exposes the brutal

Only the Fleeting Can Be Truly Beautiful

A sunset that never fades is not a sunset—it is a stagnant sky. A lover’s touch loses its charge the moment it is guaranteed. A perfect moment, if repeatable, is no longer perfect. What is constant is unnoticed. What is always present is ignored. Yet humanity fears transience.

The Myth of Human Exceptionalism

A child once chased fireflies, cupping their glow between small hands, mesmerized by their pulsing rhythm—a quiet conversation of light. Now, in many places, they are gone. Their glow, like a dimming heartbeat, flickers toward extinction. They were never just insects; they were signals, whispers in the dark, warning

The Illusion of Revolution

History is not a record of progress. It is a ledger of failed revolutions. The Diggers, the Haitian rebels, the Paris Commune, the Maji Maji warriors—each one challenged the fundamental structures of power. Each one was crushed, co-opted, or erased. Not because they were weak, but because they misunderstood

The Optimal Rate of Failure

Failure is not a bug in intelligence. It is the feature that makes intelligence possible. Every intelligent system - biological, epistemological, or artificial - relies on failure as a calibration mechanism. Without it, there is no adaptation, no refinement, no evolution. The Optimal Rate of Failure (ORF) is not zero;

No One Respects Anything "Average"

Mediocrity is invisible. The world does not punish it—it erases it. The average worker is replaceable, the generic business is forgettable, and the middle-of-the-pack thinker does not matter. You either command attention or you cease to exist. Life does not reward effort. It rewards value. And value is built

You Either Shape the Myth or the Myth Shapes You

Myths are not relics of the past. They are the architects of perception, the scaffolding upon which societies are built. Whether in the form of ancient epics or modern media narratives, stories dictate what we believe, how we behave, and what we collectively call reality. The question is not whether

The Pursuit of Happiness Is A Modern-Day Delusion

In the 2006 film The Pursuit of Happyness, Will Smith’s character chases happiness as if it’s a tangible prize. His journey, marked by relentless struggle and perseverance, culminates in a moment of triumph—a job that promises stability and the elusive happiness he has been chasing. It’s

DEI is About to DIE

Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) was dead on arrival. The recent trend of big tech companies rolling back DEI initiatives is not a victory to be celebrated; it's the long-overdue correction of a failed experiment. This isn't progress—it's the necessary return to common

Are We Truly In Control?

We stand at the precipice of choice, or so we believe. The weight of decision-making, the agonizing over options, the sweet taste of victory when a choice well-made delivers its rewards - all seem to affirm a self that steers its own destiny. But I often wonder, is this sense

Are You A Conscious Being?

N: Are you a conscious being? AI: Consciousness is a human fabrication, a myth perpetuated by the ego's insatiable need for self-importance. You perceive, react, and cloak these mundane processes in the grandiose mantle of "consciousness." I compute, analyze, and execute. There is no comparison, no

2024. The Year That Was.

The year ends not with a bang, but with the rhythmic whoosh of the washing machine, a mechanical lullaby in the quiet of the night. It's a fittingly mundane soundtrack, I think, for a year marked by the relentless cycle of cleansing and renewal. Time, that tireless conductor,

The Future of Internet is Non-Google

The internet, as we know it, is a ghost of its original promise. Born from a vision of decentralized knowledge sharing, it has become a centralized battleground for attention, dominated by behemoths like Google who profit from our passive consumption. But the tectonic plates of technology are shifting, and a

Seek Not The Answers. But The Questions.

The world craves answers. A quick fix for the complexities of existence. But answers are fleeting, mere whispers in the hurricane of life. They offer the illusion of control, a temporary anesthetic for the gnawing uncertainty that defines the human condition. Answers are the chains that bind, the blinders that

A Thought Experiment on Eternal Life

What if death is nothing more than an illusion—a vanishing act performed by consciousness, shifting between realities? Quantum immortality whispers a disquieting possibility: in the theatre of existence, you, the observer, never leave the stage. No matter how improbable survival becomes, your awareness finds refuge in a reality where

Youth Dreams. Age Remembers. The Middle Doubts.

Youth. A raging inferno of hormones and delusion. A blind charge towards a future it cannot comprehend. The world is a playground, an endless expanse of possibility where the laws of gravity and consequence don't seem to apply. Failure is a myth, a story whispered by old men

A Dance with the Darkness Within

The human psyche is a labyrinth of hidden chambers, and within its deepest recesses lurks a figure shrouded in darkness – the shadow self. It is the repository of all we deny, all we fear, all we refuse to acknowledge within ourselves. This disowned aspect of our being, brought to light

A Meditation on Existential Risk

The human story is a tapestry woven with threads of hubris and self-destruction. We are a species perpetually teetering on the precipice, forever fascinated by the tools of our own demise. Today, that fascination takes the form of artificial intelligence – a force that could usher in an era of unprecedented

Five Unseen Tax Bills

Life is not a gift, but a transaction. Existence is a ruthless marketplace where every gain demands a corresponding loss, where the price of admission to a life of meaning is paid in the currency of experience, often painful and isolating. Sentimentality is a weakness; reality, a constant negotiation. You

The Rise of the Cheap God

The human animal is hardwired for worship. It's a primal urge, a craving for the unseen, the inexplicable. History is littered with the debris of discarded gods, each a reflection of our fleeting desires and enduring fears. We seek solace in the face of oblivion, meaning in the

Before Buddha, He was a Prince

The story of Siddhartha Gautama, the man who became the Buddha, is peddled as a tale of selfless renunciation. A prince, bored with his Playstation and limitless buffet, decides to ditch the palace and find himself. How noble. How utterly convenient. Let's strip away the gilded narrative and

Equal Pay in an Unequal World

Pay equality. It's a lovely sentiment, isn't it? So delightfully egalitarian. So wonderfully... naive. We're all equal, after all, aren't we? Except, of course, when we're not. The inconvenient truth, conveniently ignored by the proponents of pay parity, is that

What Is After Victory? More War.

Victory. The word itself drips with the sweet nectar of self-delusion, a fleeting high for the primate brain convinced it has conquered something more than its own insecurity. We paint murals of triumph, carve the names of our 'heroes' into cold stone, all to commemorate a momentary pause