As a boy from an Indian middle-class family, I thought money was the source of all problems, and it was the fix to all of them too.
I built businesses, apps, AI tools, even a clothing store — anything that smelled like the next big thing. Each time, I believed this one would fix everything. It never did.
The grind went on for six years, following the motto of "escape the rat race," believing that following rules would trap you in the rat race.
I used to believe escaping the rat race meant freedom. Later, I realized — if you're trying to escape the race, you've already accepted you're a rat. We forget we're human. We have free will.
Somewhere along the way, I learned that life isn't about getting; it's about giving — serving others, using what you've learned to make someone else's life a little better.
Money just keeps you alive long enough to serve.
I'm not a priest to preach, and I don't have all the answers. I've always asked myself, "Who the fuck am I?" "Why the hell am I here?" "What's the point of all these struggles?" I've only learned that we're here for each other — to love, to help, to live in peace.