Learning through experience and error

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The Polymath will not receive any new posts from now on. It is now an official archive of my growth and failings as a person through 2011-2020. Here’s the last post which wraps it all up, if you’re interested.

If you were here for The Journal, try visiting journal.coffee, and if you were here for The Nudge, go to nudge.how. If you’ve just landed here, take a look around, and rest up well in this obscure corner of the internet.

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The Journal #14: Untitled

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The first instance of a thought sticks to your shoe like a piece of gum someone threw on the road. You don’t realise it’s there until you feel something pull you back while walking. The pull isn’t a strong one; it’s barely a nudge, but you feel it. Slowly, however, given that you continue to walk, all your mind starts to incline towards an investigation of your foot. Until, you cannot take it...

Here’s What Repeatedly Falling Face-First Has Taught Me About Life

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The other day we were laughing when a friend asked me about why one side of my upper lip was a little distorted. It’s not the first time I’ve heard this question. However, this was the first time I thought about it as a metaphor. I often say everything is a metaphor if you stare long enough. You can describe life by anything which is a part of it, and that’s probably my only favourite part about...

The Journal #13: Freedom

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Have you ever seen the donkey and the carrot? It’s an age-old idea. Keep showing the donkey a dangling carrot, and he keeps moving. That’s what we do to ourselves when we keep mythologising our lives. Our imaginary identities, the ones after we complete the illusory quest, is the carrot. We are the donkeys. No one knows who’s sitting on us. Perhaps, those who came before us. Maybe, those around...

Morning Routine

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“Good morning, the weather today is…” He opened his eyes. The light from between the curtains hit his face directly. “Good morning,” he whispered. Then, he let out a sigh. He looked at the ceiling as the speaker went on with the rest of the report. He kept staring at the ceiling. Some music began to play in the background. He tried to form a smile but gave up after holding it for a few seconds...

Finding Toxic Patterns In Our Lives And Breaking Them: An Anecdote

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I was taking a shower the other day, and like every long warm shower, I started thinking about everything that has happened so far in life. You know, the usual recap. It was all the same stuff until I had a little realisation. I realised that the last few years of my life have been almost entirely identical. I realised there was a pattern. Then, I decided to break it. All it took was one decision...

The Letter To Our Youth

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I wonder how it will be when we’re thirty or forty or even seventy. I wonder what life will be when we’re all settled down. Some of us will have kids – families. Some of us will still be the same, just slightly more tired. I wonder what will happen to the most ironic generation on Earth. I wonder what will happen to us when we grow up, or maybe we have, and it will be the same – just more and...

Let’s Talk About Your Bounceback Rate

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Before we begin this post, let me do what I’ve always done on this blog – I apologise for skipping the posts for a while. That’s it, though. This is precisely why I stopped doing self-help last year. You see, when you cannot help yourself, you don’t feel like writing to help others. I don’t know how those who do it right do it, but for me, personally, it feels like lying. Sometimes, even worse...

The Journal #12: Detachment

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I’ve been staring at the screen for a while now. It’s been weeks, I think. It’s been enough for my coffee to get cold, and for the cold coffee cup to become empty. When I was tired of staring, I put my hands on the keyboard because what the hell, I figured, I know there’s something there. So, I put my finger on the I key of the keyboard, and then I softly tapped it about six times, syncing my tap...

Silence By Thich Nhat Hanh Taught Me How To Talk Myself Down

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I recently got a chance to read Silence: The Power of Quiet in a World Full of Noise by Thich Nhat Hanh. The book did not change my life, because no book ever does. I am a firm believer of the fact that the change that comes in our lives comes out of our own volition, irrespective of what triggers it. If not book A, then podcast B or movie C, but the change will come, as long as we genuinely want...

My “Good Day” Rule Went Haywire When I Started Working Full-Time

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During college, I always preached about how doing certain things was vital. I put it in a list of three because three is an attractive number. I said that you need three things every day — one to get your body moving, one to get your head working, and one to get your heart beating. It was how I lived my life. Naturally, I packed this in a suitcase with me when I came to Pune some seven months ago...

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About The Content

There are three kinds of blog posts here as of mid-2019 – The Journal, The Words and The Nudge.

The Journals are thoughts, lessons, events that unfold in my life word-for-word and as barebones as I can put them out there.

The Words are creative pieces, narratives, short-stories that take from my life but did not happen word-for-word.

The Nudge has self-help articles that try to be less proud and self-righteous. They end in the nudge, which is a shareable takeaway that summarises the entire idea.

You can read more about this change here and here.

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Deepansh Khurana

I write code by day and prose by night. I'd say I love coffee but don't we all? I find stories, people and experiences. I blog about them.

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