Tag: thoughts

Sugar withdrawal is quite something.

Apple Music needs a Picture-in-Picture mode for Live Lyrics.

I've been thinking. Seating, in general, sucks! More thoughts will follow.

It's genuinely good food when it doesn't allow you to be bothered by how shitty the place is.

— Rahul's (my brother) insightful yardstick.

Some movies fade once you “know.” The genius of Arrival is that rewatching it isn't redundancy. Every viewing becomes an act of homage that mirrors the film's own architecture.

Those who know, know.

The short story it is loosely based on—Story of Your Life, although quite different from the movie, is also worth a read.

A pedestrian-friendly horn would go a long way in India. Sure, reducing honking is the real fix. But inside AC cars, horns are muffled; outside, they're deafening. The class divide echoes loudest in decibels.

And yet, as the world changes, I am neither stuck in time nor rushing to catch the first wagon. I prefer to stand with one foot forward and the other lingering behind. In that spread, in that gradient, there is a kind of depth—holding context from what was while venturing into what is becoming. It brings with it discomfort, the ache of missing what once was, but that is simply the cost of change.

Remembering is how we soften that cost, how we keep the past alive even as we move forward.

Taking a flight has always felt like one of the last rituals of the human condition where disconnection was still possible. There is something quietly bittersweet about it. The last texts sent, the goodbye calls made, the soft “I will miss yous” offered before the world slips out of reach. Then comes the waiting: loved ones tracking your path across the sky, sending their messages only when they imagine you’ve landed, when they believe you’ve found your signal again. For a few suspended hours, life allows a rare interlude, an enforced distance, a pocket of solitude in an always-available world.

But with the spread of onboard Wi-Fi, even this gentle distance, this small modern human ritual of absence, is beginning to vanish.

I wrote about a man I saw on the streets, walking by himself, enjoying an ice cream. We shared a quick glance and a smile. It's a quick one. Read below.

When I was little, our 40-year-old house felt haunted in ways only a child can believe. If anything so much as shifted or creaked on its own, I'd freeze in terror. My mother reminded me of that today, as we sat in the very same house, now older and renovated but still full of memory. She looked at the robot vacuum gliding across the floor and said, “Isn't it strange? Back then, an object moving by itself was the scariest thing. Now it's just everyday life.” In her words was the weight of a whole generation of change.

AI coding tools are the new LEGO for adults. They are so much fun, and have truly shortened the gratification loop for hobby projects!

Some people buy land, some others buy domain names.

There’s a quiet joy in a product that feels right in your hand—solid, balanced, with just the right heft.

You can’t be a market purist and anti–walled gardens. Pick a lane. Enclosure, lock-in, and moats are features of unchecked capitalism, not bugs.

Straight roads are for getting somewhere; winding roads are for living.