There’s one rule I’ve not broken since the first day I moved to my apartment in Pune precisely seven months ago. I haven’t brought my laptop in my bedroom even once. That’s not out of coincidence; instead, it is a conscious rule and a decision. Here’s why I thought of it and why it is crucial, in my opinion. It’s a simple post today, but I guess we all need...
I believe most people have heard this age-old piece of advice. It goes like this—always carry a notebook with you. Why? To jot down everything. You could journal; you could write what you feel exactly when you felt it; or you could write ideas in it, every day. I’m sure by now you’re wondering, “but I can do all of that on my phone”, and that’s what I used to think...
The Nudge is ultimately a self-help section. There’s bound to be a post on productivity and the doing of things. Before we begin, I’d like to declare that this is not my idea. I read it on Medium some time ago on Darius Foroux‘s blog. So, this post is about why the Hemingway approach works for me.
A couple of months ago, I found myself at Fuel Human Festival in my hometown, Dehradun. While there is a lot that happened during the festival, there is a part of one workshop that stuck with me. The idea of our inner weather report is something I haven’t been able to shake-off, and with good reason.
I’ve started reading comic books again. There’s a lot that I’ve started doing again. Before I get into all of that, I want you to do something. I want you to think long and hard about the most defining moments of your life up until now. These are the superhero moments; the moments when something particular happened and altered everything going further.
The internet age is all kinds of amazing. There’s so much potential, and there’s so much positive we can take out of it. We’re connecting faster and broader. Knowledge is right there for the taking. Sounds like paradise, and to some extent, it is. There’s a little problem, though. Josh from third grade won’t stop sending me messages. I don’t know how to cut him...
Last year, I set my Goodreads Reading Challenge to twenty-four books. I was going to be on a gap year, and I figured the timing was perfect for reviving the long-dead reading habit once again. I ended up reading thirty books last year.
When I moved to Pune some six months ago, I found myself walking along a path for too long only to realise that it didn’t lead me wherever I was going. I was still getting used to the whole area. It was unfamiliar, and therefore, sometimes, I had to retrace my steps back to a juncture before I could move in what seemed to be the right direction.
I’ve been busy, to say the least. Numbers surround me for most of the day. I have tonnes of chores and reminders going on in the background. I wake up earlier than I would like usually, and when I do find a moment to sit down and reflect on things, the only reflection that manages to enter my headspace is that I’m tired and that I should get some rest.
Lately, I’ve found myself saying fewer and fewer words, and apparently, writing even fewer. It’s not for the lack of thoughts for there are many, always. I don’t feel like putting them out in sounds, paper or the screen.