How have you been? Today, all in favor (and flavours) of love, we created space for you. All of us feel sorry that you are felt and acknowledged in big and loud gestures. Some people say that everything is fair in love and war. All of us disagree. Read on substack at: … Read More

In those fleeting minutes, a subliminal feeling dictates my rewarding actions, making me feel invincible (in my room). I, the supreme god of flow, swiftly move from one thing to the next, anticipating no past nor the future, gathering my little wins until I trip over … Read More

Samar’s restlessness has been swinging him between sadness and stimulation for several days. Dust, cotton lints, broken hair and a few dead moths have started gathering in all corners of his small room. Lying on the iron cot, he is looking towards his table and … Read More

When I was 20 years 9 months 3 days 1 hour and 55 minutes old, I journaled a paragraph of peak existential anxiety, hopes, and dreams, for the first time. Since then, I’ve had this ritual a couple more times at irregular intervals. Each of these time-marks have … Read More

Thinking, Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman My rating: 3 of 5 stars It is a good read. But I could bear this book because it has matter on “Tracing errors to the design of machinery of Cognition”. Building abstractions and theories is cool but zero talk … Read More

I used to live in a beautiful world. A world called denial. When anyone would ask me the question “what do you do?”, my first thought would be, uh, not “software engineering!" After all, I identify as a “Data Scientist” even after doing … Read More

The day I swiped on you: I knew that you had swiped right on me. It’s a visual prowess. Everyone has it. Our ability to recognize patterns in a blurry picture and match it with a sharper reality. So yes I knew already, we were going to be a match. Who was I, back … Read More

Someone told me to not-be-a-robot. One of my first thought trains went to the self-organization criticality model with the Byzantine Generals’ Problem. I was trying to reach an explanation for the social organization from a station of mathematics and answer why we are … Read More

It has been over three years since I churned out a long piece of text, from the whirlpools of thoughts, that go about inside this head. I know why. I chose to. What was I doing instead? I think all experiences are additive. They add up to an individual’s defined … Read More

Artificial Intelligence. Ever since computer scientists were intrigued by what they can achieve by simply mimicking a part of human problem-solving skill into a computer code, developers around the world started incorporating same data-science algorithms and part-AI … Read More

Here, I sit again, procrastinating and writing. I’m no expert. I seldom have opinions that are mine and universally correct at the same time. I write in a shit format too. But, there is a thing, called Internet, where people are supposed to share … Read More

Our DNA is a rigid collection of information. It is like a very slow-evolving version of software that writes it’s own hardware. When necessities made humans realize that there is a need to pass on information outside the DNA to other humans and crucially to … Read More

I parted with her at the market. Rain worsens the situation of dusty roads. Humans. Over time, they have evolved into pro-hypocrites. They will stomp and complain about a dirt-spot in a hi-fi mall but they will ignore the filthy muddy roads filled with vehicle smoke … Read More

I’m stranger than a rolling stone. say I’m sorted from all mishaps like in a serene lake Know what’s building inside is no less than a hurricane see it as make up, the anxiety on my face I know its born out of your comfort [that] I can’t take … Read More

It’s really hard to start to write. Even harder to decide on what to write. Hardest when you lack words to write. Don’t forget procrastination. It is easy to improvise on someone else’s words: ‘This cognitive extension, a tool which let us … Read More

Let’s write some rhymes tonight No, not a pop song, it’ll easily get off your mind. Neither a romantic poem, sick of describing thy lies. Is this turning into a hate song? Oh wait, Little lights in my heart cry ‘say something sound and bright hopeful … Read More