26 July 2026. Back home. At Seema’s Starbucks. Was away for about 15 days. Large part of it was in Colombo. And now that am back, am trying to not go anywhere for the next 30 days. Lets see how it goes.
So, I am in that funk right now. Whats the utility of writing this. No one reads this. AI creates lot of slop. Even I dont do as much mehnat as I must while I write things. And the primary reason for writing this is to get gunk out of my head. That’s happening anyway cos I journal a lot and take notes and talk it out. And of course I am forgetful, so that helps.
So that. Lets start writing and see where it takes us.
Oh, I almost forgot. The track of the week is this. This version is ever better. You decide.
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Highlights, reflections, updates, notes and thoughts from the week gone by.
1/ The monthly “focus”
I started this last month on where I would talk about what I want to do in the upcoming month.
In the months of Jun and Jul, I had decided to work on these…
Revenue from Claude
66MGRoad
Fix CA for C4E
Distribution
Caravan Serai
56 Hours
Lean onto Claude to run my life
Worldly problem
Poker
Public Speaking
Fitness
Fix 25
This must look like a long list but I can put them into three clusters only – work, play and health. The first four are work, next six are play and last two are health. And each feeds into another.
Even though these are clusters, I do think that I need to trim these. Thanks to friends and special thanks to Pradeep (he told me today morning that my “top three” things have four things in it), I will try to reduce these.
So, in the month of August, I plan to work on just one thing in each bucket. Here they are…
Work – 66MGRoad
Play – AI tools and all that
Health – Keto Diet for a month. Starting today. Ok, tomorrow please. I feel like Thepla and all that today : D
So, that.
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2/ CJP
Cockroaches have run wild and they brought the change they were seeking! Wow!
So, I need to admit something. All my life, I’ve never been in support of dharnas, blockages, strikes and all that. In fact, I would argue (in close quarters of course) that these do more harm than good. And I’ve never overtly supported any public movement. Not because I dont want to. But because of two things.
a/ I dont have the balls. Simple.
b/ I am not informed enough to take a stand. And this is true not just for protests or any political conversations but for everything that needs deep thinking. I operate at the surface. I hide behind my articulate ass and skirt the real issue. Plus, it was never gonna impact me anyway – I am male, old, self-employed and all that. And each time I was asked by people, I would make a “wise” comment about my being apolitical and move on.
However, CJP and the movement has shown what it means to have a spine. Young people decided on something and they came out in numbers and they showed what it meant to have spine. I know there are conversations about the movement having bad actors, influence from deep state, hidden agendas and I dont know what all. But, the fact of the matter remains that The Minister of Education had to put in his papers. If this is not change and impact. I dont know what is.
And I must learn.
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3/ Colombo. And home.
Like I said in the beginning, I was in Colombo for a few days.
I must admit that I quite liked my time there. I even made a new friend, who I hope to stay in touch with. In fact, I told SO that we must live in Colombo / Sri Lanka for an extended period. I dont know when I’d be able to do that but it’s definitely on the cards (as long as I dont forget).
Colombo gave me everything that I wanted. Coffee shop (they dont have Starbucks, there’s Barista and Java Lounge), nice people, India-like cost of living, safety (at least the parts I was in, I didn’t feel unsafe), India timzone, modern conveniences (nots just supermarkets but they also have PickMe, an Uber like services that delivers people and restaurant orders alike) and good food. The only complaint I have is shitty internet. I am assuming that will get fixed with time.
Oh, I took my parents as well, to get to the Hindu trail. Wrote about it here, specifically from the lens of making an itinerary for old parents. Should you choose to go there with your parents, please do ask me.
I am taking a human proctored one in the next week.
Once I get the results, I will have proven beyond doubt that my inability to focus on one thing is as medical condition. No, I dont plan to take meds. I will find a way to solve for things without that.
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5/ Survival for another month
Thanks to an unplanned project, we survive yet another month!
Which is good and bad.
Good – that we survived.
Bad – that I am stuck in this survival mode for years now. 20 years to be precise. I dont know how to get out of this. And I have tried everything including a lot of self-imposed, self-love. And even though I believe I am smart, I am still poor. This is a genuine, from the depth of my heart question that I really need an answer on.
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6/ Claude
How can I write my weekly note and not talk about Claude?
Even though I was away, I did some Clauding. And the list of chats and projects is getting longer. And the amount of revenue I’ve made remains 0. But one thing has moved and I am probably not giving it enough weight. I’ve acquired three projects to help businesses get more efficient with Claude.
Here’s a list.
I am helping a finance company optimise their speed to market and enable the sales team to focus only on sales and give up all the reporting, updating etc etc to a custom built tool.
I am working with a manufacturing company that has plants across the country to save the time of their accounting department by building tools to reconcile things faster.
I am helping a corporate gifting company do better by building a CRM tool purpose built for them and for their use case.
All these are pilots and if these work well, I’d try to convert these into a service layers. Oh, and apart from this, I’ve made a personal CRM tool (for other superconnectors as well), a task manager, an accountant and more for myself. I hope to build these into standalone products and offer them for sales.
So, I may very well be able to pivot into an AI-enabled transformation service provider. I just need to get sure of the outcome before I make it commercial. And I need to figure that it’s a large enough opportunity. I could be a McKinsey 2.0 for SMEs and traditional businesses!
Here’s a request – in case you have a problem that you’d like to be automated with the help of AI, please do let me know. I will not charge you anything. Really.
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📷 Photos from the week gone by
Since I was in Colombo, I did take a lot of photos. And as always, available on request. Lemme know if you want those.
Here’s a teaser…
📈 Trackers…
No trackers for this update. I didnt capture data TBH. Hoping to get back to this from this week on.
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✅ Action on LARGE objectives for the year
In this section, I capture progress on the large objectives for the year. Going forward. I will also add monthly priorities. I suspect, if I keep going like this, I will end up with an OKR system of my own.
Book2 / Caravan Serai. Book 2, draft 1 is done. I had finished it before I went to Colombo. But I am not confident enough to unleash it in the world. I will work on it in Jul-Aug and get it ready.
Human Flag Pole. No action.
Save a million dollars. No action worth reporting. I am just grateful that I survived this month.
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📌 So, what did I get done last few weeks? And what will I do next week?
A one-line report on things I got done. Shipped. Not WIP.
Health. Sleep, food, movement. Nothing to be honest. Travel screwed this. Need to find a way to keep consistent on these things while I travel.
C4E / Work. Regular things. Nothing large to report.
Brand SG / Distribution. No action. We did release a few videos. See them here.
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People. Spoke to some friends. Talked to some contacts. Used my CRM tool to reignite some connections. Love that!
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🏃➡️ Health
Nothing large to report. Status quo.
Trying to self -administer some meds and supplements and all that. I am still unable to find a way to work out. I’ve tried almost all shapes and sizes of inspiration and motivation and all that to get to learn. But I havent been able to 🙁
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⏲️ Reminders from last few days
Same as the last few weeks. Parking this section.
The only saving grace is that I’ve built myself a tool on Claude that helps me not lose track of things. At some point in time, I want to build public showcases of these tools to help people become better.
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🗓️ So, one thing that defines the past week?
Getting back.
The other words for this year have been: Freedom, People, Motion, Show, Flow, Excitement, Embarrassment, Blur, Whiling, Movement, Activity, Regular, Easy, Journey, Downtime, Same, Drift.
So that. Over and out. Until next Friday. SG
Oh, and this too shall pass.
PS: This series of posts is inspired by Thej and his weekly notes. Previous editions from 2026 are: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 (missed these three), 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25 (missed), 26, 27, 28, 29 (missed these three).
PPS: Please do point typos.
PPPS: In case you see me being inconsistent in anything – work, writing, reviews etc, PLEASE do point out.
PPPPS: This wasnt the best weekly update but I really had nothing else to write. Hopefully, ill have something large to report from the next week on.
My parents and I ran the Ramayana trail in Sri Lanka for two old parents. The stops that work for old legs, the one to skip, the real cost. One honest guide.
So if you grew up in an Indian house in the eighties or the nineties, you did not read the Ramayana. You watched it, well, religiously. It was a sunday ritual for my fam and I remember we used to plan our life around the time for the Ramayana to beam. I am told that oldies would even sit on the floor, with their hands folded and look up to Arun Govil as Lord Rama.
My parents are that generation. And somewhere at the back of their heads, Lanka was never a country you could fly to. It was the far end of the story. The place where Sita was held hostage. Where the bridge (Ram Setu) went. Where it all came to a head. And you do not book a ticket to a myth.
Except you can!
It is ninety minutes from India. They call it Sri Lanka now, the myth has an address and a ticket counter and a man outside selling king coconut for two hundred rupees. So i took them there.
This blog is a an honest version of things I wish someone had told me before i went with my parents. Where to go, what to skip, what it costs, how to keep two old people warm, fed and upright across four days of temples in the hills. i have written one long guide like this before, for remote work from Goa. Consider this the pilgrimage cousin.
The problem nobody tells you about the Ramayana trail
Here is the honest bit. The Ramayana trail in Sri Lanka is real, it is well marked, and it is written for the wrong person, almost all of it.
Search it and you get tour operators. Eight nights, eleven nights, a coach, a group of forty, a rock climb at seven in the morning, a temple at nine, another at eleven, lunch on the bus. It reads like a school trip. It is built for legs that do not think about steps.
My parents think about steps now. Not in a sad way. but in a more pragmatic one. How many. How steep. Is there a rail. Is there somewhere to sit at the top, or do we turn and come straight back down through the same crowd.
And this I found is something that not one operator itinerary respects!
For example, after I read websites, the first plan i made had Sigiriya in it. The big rock. Twelve hundred steps, a spiral staircase bolted to a cliff, no lift, sun the whole way up. i had it on day two like it was nothing. Then i pictured my parents on step four hundred, in the heat, a queue behind them and no way down except through it, and i took it off the list.
So this guide has a bias and i want it on the table. It is built for people above the ages of 65. And not for younger folks with go pros and insta accounts.
Why Sri Lanka, and not India, for the Ramayana with old parents
The Ramayana has two halves and two geographies. There is Rama’s half, the India half. Ayodhya, Chitrakoot, the forest years, Nashik, Hampi, down to Rameswaram where the bridge begins. And there is Sita’s half. The captivity. Lanka. That half sits in Sri Lanka, and for old parents it is, without much competition, the softer pilgrimage.
Three reasons, and they all matter more at seventy than at thirty.
One. it is small. The sites you want sit inside one tidy loop. Colombo, up to Kandy, up again into the hills at Nuwara Eliya, and back. (Here is the loop on the map.) Three or four nights, one car, one driver, one road. You are never more than a few hours from a bed. Compare that to the India circuit, which is a country and a half of trains and a month you do not have.
Two. it is easy to get into. Indians get an ETA to get into Sri Lanka, the electronic travel thing, and for long stretches it has been free (do not trust me, trust the government portal, because the fee comes and goes with the season). Ninety minutes from most of south India. Your parents are not on a plane long enough to seize up. In my case, the flight was almost 4 hours cos we are in Delhi.
Three. And this is the one that matters. it is Sita’s half. This is where she was held in the ashok vatika. Where she is said to have bathed in a cold stream. Where she walked through fire to end the argument about her. Where Hanuman came over the water looking for her and, finding her, set about the place. If your parents grew up on the story, this is the emotional half, not the sightseeing half. Rama gets the statues. Sita gets the ground under your feet. For the right Indian parent, standing on that ground does something a photo of a far grander temple never will.
The catch, and there is always a catch, is that Sita’s half sits high up. Most of the good stuff clusters around Nuwara Eliya, an almost a hill station, bangi nthe middle of the country.
Getting there…
Fly into Colombo. Bandaranaike airport is up the coast, about forty five minutes north of the city.
Now the decision. How do you move three people, two of them old, around this island for four days. There are three answers and only one of them is right.
Trains. Beautiful, cheap, world famous, the Kandy to Ella hill line is on every list of great train rides on earth. Also the wrong answer for old parents. The famous stretch is packed, the platforms have steps and gaps, the good photos come from hanging out of a door, and you cannot control when your mother needs a toilet on a three hour ride. Do one short scenic hop if they are up for it, as a treat, not as transport.
Buses. Lol. No. Next.
A car with a driver for the whole loop. This is the answer. One price, door to door, four days, one man who knows the roads and where the clean toilets are. We paid about eighty thousand Sri Lankan rupees, about twenty three thousand of ours, for the entire loop with a good driver in a comfortable car. Split across the trip it is nothing, and it is the single best thing you can do for old knees. No station steps. No lifting bags. No standing. The car becomes the moving base camp: the meds live in it, the shawls live in it, the water lives in it. When someone is tired, the car is right there.
Book it through your hotel or a known operator, not a man at the airport. Tell them straight: two senior citizens, we go slow, we stop for toilets, we are not racing to tick a list. A good driver hears that and re-times the whole day around it. Ours did.
One more thing before the sites. Money. Carry some Sri Lankan rupees for temples, tips and coconuts, but cards work easily in hotels and the bigger shops. Keep small notes.
The loop, day by day, the way we ran it
Here is the shape. Move the nights around to taste, but do not compress it. Old people plus altitude plus winding roads means you build in slack, not squeeze it out.
Day 0, land in Colombo. Arrive, do nothing. If the flight lands you with daylight to spare, the one stop worth making on the way in from the airport is Kelaniya, which sits on that side of the city. Otherwise, hotel, dinner, early night. Colombo is warm and flat and a kind place to start.
Day 1, Colombo to Kandy. Three, four hours on the road, on a slow climb inland. Break it. Reach Kandy by afternoon, see the lake, and if there is an evening cultural show with the drums and the fire dancers, go, because it is seated, indoors, forty five minutes, and the pace old people enjoy. We paid 3500 LKR per head for it and it was worth every one.
If they are up for one more, the Temple of the Tooth Relic by the lake is Kandy’s big one, flat and grand and used to old pilgrims, though it draws a crowd, so go early or late.
Day 2, Kandy up to Nuwara Eliya. This is the big climb and the prettiest, hardest drive. Three hours of the road folding back on itself through tea country. This is the day to break at Ramboda for the Hanuman temple and lunch (at the temple itself). You reach Nuwara Eliya by mid afternoon, into cold you were not ready for. Rest. Do not schedule a temple for that evening. Let them adjust to the altitude and the chill.
Day 3, the Sita cluster. The heart of it. Seetha Amman, the ashok vatika ground, Hakgala garden, Gayathri Peedam, and Divurumpola. Do not do all of them in one manic sweep. Two in the morning, a long sit-down lunch, one or two after a rest. This is the day the trip is for. Give it room.
Day 4, back down. Out of the hills toward Colombo or the airport, with the last easy stops on the way. Everyone tired in the good way. You fly out with your parents having stood, feet on the floor, on the ground from the story.
You can do it in three nights if you must. You should not. The whole point of travelling with old people is that the slack is not wasted time. The slack is the trip.
The stops that work for old legs
Now the sites. For each one i will give you the story, because the story is why your parents came, and then the honest access note, because the access is why some of them will or will not manage it. Maps linked so you can hand the pin straight to your driver.
1/ Kelaniya Raja Maha Vihara, near Colombo
Photo: Jorge Láscar from Australia. CC BY 2.0. via Wikimedia Commons
Start or end here, because it sits on the airport side of Colombo and folds into the first or last day. (Kelaniya on the map.)
The story. When the war is over and Ravana is dead, it is his brother Vibhishana who is crowned king of Lanka. Vibhishana had crossed over to Rama’s side, and depending on which uncle is telling it at which family lunch, he is either the righteous one or the brother who switched teams. Kelaniya is tied to his coronation. The painted walls inside carry Buddhist stories too, because it is a living Buddhist temple, but for a Ramayana trip it is the quiet last chapter. The good brother, the throne, the peace after all that blood.
The access. A big flat courtyard, a few steps (about 50) at the shrine, shoes off at the door. Thirty, forty minutes at a slow wander. Clean, calm, used to visitors. A gentle first taste of what shoes-off temple-going in Sri Lanka feels like, before you get to the harder hill stops.
2/ Bhaktha Hanuman temple, Ramboda, on the Kandy road
This one earns its spot by geography as much as by story. It sits on the long climb from Kandy to Nuwara Eliya, run by the Chinmaya Mission, with a sixteen foot Hanuman cut in granite and tea slopes dropping away on every side. (Ramboda Hanuman on the map.)
The story. This is Hanuman country. The hills where he is said to have searched for Sita, the giant leap over the water, the burning tail, all of it lives in this stretch. The temple is newer and calm and the setting does most of the work: you are high up, tea in every direction, mist coming and going across the slopes.
The access. Middling, and worth knowing before you commit. There is a flight of steps up to the shrine (about 60 again). Take it slow, there are places to sit, and the reward at the top is the view!
Ensure you have lunch at the temple. At 500 LKR per head and what great food! Which you should, because it turns this into your lunch stop and breaks the three hour drive at the right place. Time it for the middle of Day 2.
3/ Seetha Amman temple and the Ashok Vatika, Sita Eliya
The heart of the whole trail, and the reason old parents go quiet and blame it on the cold. (Seetha Amman on the map.)
The story. Seetha Amman is the one temple on the island given over to Sita herself. The ground around it is held to be the ashok vatika, the grove where Ravana kept her all those months, under guard, refusing him, waiting. A stream runs past where she is said to have bathed. On the rocks across the water people point out round marks and call them Hanuman’s footprints, from when he came and found her and told her Rama was on his way. Inside sit the idols. Rama, Sita, Lakshman, Hanuman. Your parents will stand in front of these longer than anywhere else on the trip. Let them.
The access. Gentle, with one trap. The temple is right off the road and the walk to it is short and flat. The trap is the stream and the boulders. Do not send old knees scrambling down and across to see the footprints up close. It is slippery, uneven, and there is nothing down there the eye cannot get from the top. Look from above. The temple is the thing, not the rocks.
A kilometre from Seetha Amman, on the slopes of Hakgala, sits a botanical garden that local telling also folds into the ashok vatika story. (Hakgala Garden on the map.)
The story. Same grove, wider frame. Some tellings put the place Sita was held right here on these hillsides. Whether you buy the geography or not, it is a cool, quiet, colonial-era garden, and it gives your parents a green, non-temple hour in the middle of a templey trip.
The access. Manageable if you are sensible about it. The lower garden is flat, broad, and one of the calmest walks of the trip. The upper garden climbs, and you skip the upper garden. Stay low, sit on the lawns, let them breathe the cold clean air. The reserve forest above is closed to the public anyway, so nobody has to feel they left a harder walk undone. Tickets ran us about LKR 3500 per head for non Lankans.
You can even rent a Golf Cart for about 1000 LKR.
5/ Gayathri Peedam, Nuwara Eliya town
In the town itself, so no drive and no climb, which makes it the right stop for a tired afternoon between the outdoor ones. (Gayathri Peedam on the map.)
The story. This is the darker corner of the epic. Gayathri Peedam is tied to Meghanath, Ravana’s son, also called Indrajit, the one who almost turned the war. He is said to have done his penance to Shiva here, earned his boons, and carried them into battle against Rama’s army. A working Hindu temple, warm priests, an indoor calm. There is something in standing for a minute in the villain’s son’s corner of the story, the part the circuits rush past.
The access is about 80 steps. Indoor, seated, warm, in town.
6/ Divurumpola, the place of the oath
The quietest stop, and for a lot of parents the one that lands hardest. It sits a little out of Nuwara Eliya toward Welimada. (Divurumpola on the map.)
The story. Divurumpola means place of oath in Sinhala. This is held to be where Sita walked through fire, the agni pariksha, to end every last doubt about where she had been and with whom. She came through it. It is a Buddhist temple now, flat, with a small stupa and painted panels running the trial along the wall. Here is the detail your parents will love. An oath sworn at Divurumpola is still treated as binding in local custom, real enough that disputes have been settled on this spot. Tell them that as they stand in front of the fire panels. Watch them stay a while longer.
The access. Kind. Flat ground, a short calm walk, benches, shade. The gentlest of the hill stops, and a fitting one to close the Sita cluster on.
The one to skip, and why that is not a defeat: Sigiriya
Let me come back to that rock. Sigiriya. The lion rock, the fifth century sky palace, the single most photographed thing in Sri Lanka. (Sigiriya on the map, if you are stubborn.)
It is about twelve hundred steps to the top. A steep metal spiral staircase clamped to the rock face, open to the sun, two and a half hours up and down at a sane pace, and there is no lift, no chair, no way to the summit that is not those steps. Travellers in their seventies do make it, slow, with a lot of rests, and they are proud of it and they should be. But most old parents will not, and building a whole day around whether they can is a mistake.
Here is the freeing part. Sigiriya’s link to the Ramayana is thin. Some tellings tie the rock to Ravana, some do not, and it is an ancient king’s fortress that got adopted into the trail because it is spectacular and it is on the way north. So skipping the climb costs you almost nothing on a Sita pilgrimage. If someone in the group wants a taste, they can go up to the Lion’s Feet, the wide terrace about halfway, sit under the giant carved paws, take the view, and come back down. A fair compromise, and a far shorter one. Do not put the summit on an old person’s day. That is the whole lesson of this post in one rock.
Back to that number. One thousand eight hundred and sixty eight metres. Nuwara Eliya is proper hill-station altitude, as high as many of the hill stations you have taken your parents to in India, and colder at night than you will expect. Nobody tells you, because everyone sells Sri Lanka as a beach.
What the altitude means in practice. The days are mild, sixteen to twenty two degrees, sweater weather. The nights fall to ten, and in the coldest months, January and February, they drop close to freezing. Old people feel that first and feel it hardest. Add the barefoot bit, because every temple is shoes-off and the stone floors are cold enough to ache, and you have a real, small, avoidable risk to old joints and old chests.
So. One. pack one more warm layer than anyone thinks they need. A proper sweater, a shawl, socks that come off easy at temple doors. Two. keep the heart and blood pressure medicines in the day bag in the car, not in the suitcase in the boot of a car three switchbacks behind you. Three. the Kandy to Nuwara road turns for three hours and it makes people carsick who are never carsick. Front seat for the weak stomach, windows cracked, ginger sweets in the door pocket, and break the drive at Ramboda. Real altitude sickness is rare this low, so do not lose sleep over that. It is the cold, the barefoot stone and the winding road that get old people, and all three are beaten by a shawl, a pill bag and a slow driver.
The unglamorous stuff that decides the trip
Nobody writes this part, so i will.
When you travel with old parents, the trip is not made or broken by the temples. It is made or broken by shoes, toilets, food and rest. Get these four right and the rest is a bonus.
Shoes. Every temple is shoes-off, often onto cold or hot stone. Slip-ons, not laces. Nobody past seventy should be bending to tie and untie at five temple doors a day. Carry a pair of thick socks each so the stone does not shock the feet. Hand a coin to the chappal-minder and move on.
Toilets. This is the real itinerary, i am not joking. Old bladders do not negotiate with mountain roads. The rule that saved us: everyone goes before we leave the hotel, and again at every clean toilet we pass, whether or not anyone thinks they need to, because the next clean one might be two hours of switchbacks away. A good driver knows where they are. Ask him. This one habit removes half the stress of the day.
Food. Sri Lankan food is rice and curry and it is wonderful, but it can run hot and coconutty for a stomach used to home cooking. Tell the hotels and the driver straight that your parents want mild, simple, less chilli. Most kitchens oblige without a fuss. Curd, fruit and plain rice are everywhere. Keep biscuits and their own tea in the car for the long stretches. A warm cup at a cold viewpoint does more for old morale than any monument.
Rest. Two or three stops a day. A real sit-down lunch, not a bus sandwich. An afternoon lie-down back at the hotel. The trip is four unhurried days, not a checklist you sprint through. i keep saying it because it is the one thing every operator gets wrong and every family thanks you for later.
What to pack for old parents on this trip
Short list, learned the hard way. Pack for a hill station and a temple run at the same time, because that is what this is.
A proper sweater each, and a shawl on top. Nuwara Eliya after dark is cold, and old people feel it first.
Slip-on shoes, not laces. You take them off at every temple. Thick socks so the cold stone does not bite bare feet.
The medicine bag, in the day bag, never in the checked suitcase. Heart, blood pressure, sugar, whatever they take, and a few days extra in case a day runs long.
A small torch and a power bank. Temple corners are dark and old eyes want more light than yours.
Ginger sweets or nausea tablets for the winding hill road. In the car door, not buried in a bag.
Their own tea and a packet of biscuits. A warm familiar cup at a cold viewpoint fixes more moods than any monument.
A folding umbrella. The hills catch a shower most afternoons and it doubles as a walking prop on a slope.
Cash in small notes for the shoe-minders, the tips and the coconuts.
Nothing heavy, nothing clever. The trip rewards the person who thought about socks, not the person who packed a drone.
What the whole thing cost
Real numbers, for the group, rough, from mid 2026. Sri Lankan rupees unless i mark INR, and the rate sat near one Sri Lankan rupee to a little under a third of ours when we went, so treat the conversions as a ballpark, because it moves.
Car and driver, the full four-day loop: 90,000 LKR, about ₹30,000.
Hotel in Colombo: 40,000 LKR, about ₹11,500.
Hotel in Kandy: 14,000 LKR, about ₹4,000.
Hotel in Nuwara Eliya: 25,000 LKR, about ₹7,200.
Kandy cultural show: 3,000 LKR.
Hakgala garden tickets: 3,000 LKR.
Tips across the trip: 15,000 LKR.
Flights, India to Colombo and back: ₹150,000.
Food across the whole trip: 50,000 LKR.
Add it up and the trip came to somewhere around ₹2.3 lakh for the group. We did a lavish one to be honest.
The flights are the big lever by a mile, they swing hard with season and city, so book early and stay flexible on dates. The ground cost inside Sri Lanka, car plus three hotels plus entries, was about ₹48,000. For four days with a private car at the door and two parents kept comfortable, that is cheap, and i would pay it again without blinking.
What I got wrong
Two things, so you do not repeat them.
One. I built the first plan around Sigiriya. It took me a full day of staring at the itinerary to admit that a twelve hundred step climb has no business in a trip for people whose knees are done. i cut it and the trip got better the same afternoon. Plan theirs, not the brochure’s.
Two. I packed for a beach and summers. Sri Lanka lives in my head as sand and sun, and i carried that idea up to nineteen hundred metres, where it is a sweater and then a second sweater after dark. My parents felt it before i did. Pack for a hill station, because that is what the Ramayana trail becomes once you climb into it.
Neither was fatal. Both were avoidable, if only someone had told me first. Now someone has.
Ramayana trail Sri Lanka for old parents: the quick questions
Is the Ramayana trail doable for senior citizens?
Most of it, yes. Seetha Amman, the Ashok Vatika ground, Hakgala’s lower garden, Gayathri Peedam, Divurumpola and Kelaniya are short walks on flat ground. Skip the Sigiriya climb and the stream boulders at Sita Eliya and the trail is comfortable for old parents.
How many days do you need?
Four nights is comfortable. Colombo one, Kandy one, Nuwara Eliya two. Three works if you rush, and you should not rush old people.
Can old people climb Sigiriya?
It is about twelve hundred steep steps with no lift. Some seniors do it slow. Most will not, and its Ramayana link is thin, so skipping it costs you nothing. Stop at the Lion’s Feet halfway if you want a taste.
What is the best time to go?
For the hill country, the drier months from January to April. February is driest. April is lovely and busy for the Sinhala and Tamil New Year, so book ahead. Pack warm whenever you go, the nights are cold.
Do Indians need a visa for Sri Lanka?
Indians need an ETA. It has been free in some windows and paid in others. Check the official Sri Lanka ETA portal before you book, because the rule changes.
Is the trail only for Hindus?
No. The sites sit inside Hindu and Buddhist temples and one botanical garden. Divurumpola is a Buddhist temple. You come for the story and the place. Your parents supply the meaning.
How much does the Ramayana trail cost from India?
We spent about ₹2.3 lakh for the group across four days, flights included. The ground cost inside Sri Lanka, private car plus three hotels plus entries, was about ₹48,000. Flights are the swing factor.
That is the trail, ladies and gents. Not the coach-and-forty version. The version that gets two old people to the places they watched on a flickering TV forty years ago, with their knees intact, the meds in the right bag, and a shawl each against the hill cold.
If you are planning it for your own parents and you want the exact hotels, the driver’s number, or a second opinion on your itinerary, mail me on sg@c4e.in. i will send you what worked. And if you have done this yourself, tell me what i missed, because i am sure i missed something.
My case for the generalist life: many small bets, range as the product, and why I brought the table.
So here is a confession. I work on too many things. Lol. As if you didnt know.
Right now, in one folder on my Mac, thanks to Claude Max, there are forty-odd apps I have started. A posture app that nags me when I slouch. A tracker that pulls my Whoop data every night. A film-script writer. A room-rental thing. A quiz game ranking celebrities. A property manager built in an evening. A film script. My book 2.
Some of these shipped. Most did not. All of them got a name, a logo, a weekend, and a burst of love before the next thing walked in.
And I didnt stop at that. My #parkedIdeas list is longer than ever and on each passing day, am cooking more passion projects. And I dont see myself stopping.
The world has a word for a man like me. Scatterbrain.
The world also has a kinder word. Generalist.
And here is my argument in favour of being one.
The plate
Picture yourself at a buffet. Not a fancy one. A regular spread at a regular hotel. You would probably do three laps before you touch a plate. Then you would build a plate of nine things that you’d probably not imagine together. A plate could have Granola next to egg-fried rice, next to some dry fruits, next to some yogurt. You want a taste of all of it.
And then there are people who order one dish. A paratha. A dosa. They eat it slow. They relish, savour it. They send it back if it is wrong and get a replacement. They know what they came for. And they will do whatever it takes to get it.
I love such people. I admire them. But I am not that.
Oh, the buffet reminds me of Warren. Buffett. The guy who talks about saying no more than saying yes. The epitome of focus. Famously will not touch things he does not understand. In an alternate universe I would like to be him: capital allocator, taking long-term bets, inspiration to many.
But today, at 43, I think I like how I am – a generalist, a scatterbrain, a Jack of all trades. And I am about to double down on that.
The identity
If I look back at my notes and public posts, on Blogger and elsewhere, I am not surprised to see that I have been wanting to be a Generalist, a Multipotentialite, a Polymath, a Jack of all trades for a long long time.
In 2007 I saved an essay by Einstein, The World As I See It. And I saved a note alongside that the guy may be known for physics but he was as good with the violin, political discourse, and of course writing letters.
And funnily, no one calls Einstein unfocused. They call him curious.
Brings me to identity conversation. Deep down, all of us are identities. We think, behave, act, operate and make decisions that are in coherence with our identities.
You are a doctor. That is your identity. And each thing you do stems from there. From the car your choose to people you hangout with to the kind of work you think you can do.
You are an actor. That’s your identity.
Walk into a room and ask for introductions. Most people would say, “Hi, I am Gaurav and I run marketing for Unilever” or a variant there of. Work supersedes anything else. And then all your actions are evaluated and judged by the others per that. And the worst part, your performance stems from that.
Do this as an experiment. When you meet someone next, ask them who they are. And notice if their intro includes the work they do and if you can “see” their lives as a direct outcome of that work.
Now, in my case, I’ve been aware of this identity induced myopia. And thus I have a hard time explaining what I do. Some years ago, one of my Twitter bios was: “I am 37, a marketer, a writer, a productivity-porn seeker, an aspiring multipotentialite, a Mumbai-dweller, a Delhi-product who wants to live to 120 and climb Everest.”
When I read it now, I realise there is no coherent identity thread in it. There is not one job title in it. But there’s a list of things that I am interested in. And if I were to extrapolate those into identity, I have a stack of identities that dont fit in together. And my mentors have begged me to cut to one or two.
I’ve had a hard time cutting these and I was often shy about my inability to do that. But at 43, I think I am ready to embrace that. And the fact that I will probably add more to it.
The fear. And the lust.
Also, I have this fear that if I choose one, I will miss the others.
Pick films, and I lose startups. Pick startups, and I lose the book. Pick books, and I miss conversations around brands.
The thing is, the buffet was never only greed. Part of it was a man who could not bear to send any plate back to the kitchen. The lust for others made me not want to commit to one.
Meru made me realise this. It was after a while that I committed to doing one thing. And I could see that while I was set for a great economic windfall and impact with work and a great team to get things done, I would miss many other things that keep me alive. And I just couldnt bear that.
The case against me.
The smartest people (friends, mentors etc) in my life have told me to pick one. Or two. Never few. And focus. And they have used kind words. Here are some of those…
A friend once read my forty-year goal list. He wrote back, and I am quoting him: “almost everything on this list is achievable. But things linger. Maybe drop everything and try doing just one thing for a considerable period, and you will get it. He was not wrong. He was describing the cost of my plate, and describing it with love.”
Pradeep recently told me that my entire setup is superfast and supergood with taking things from 0 to 0.1.
A mentor told me a harder thing. You get to be exceptional at two, maybe three things in one life. For people like you, he said, the pain is not the work. The pain is the quitting. Killing the other thousand things you already know you are good at, so the two can grow.
And there are more.
These voices do not contradict each other. They harmonise. Pick. Focus. Quit the rest. This is the best advice in the world for most people, and it is given to me by people who want me to win.
I have heard it for two decades. And I have not taken it. The one time I took it, I had to quit in like 18 months. I think this is a not a man failing to decide. This is a way of life and a decision. And with advantage of some hindsight (I can look back on how I made decisions) and maybe some age-imposed wisdom, here is the reasoning under it.
The small bets thinking
Lets start with the math of small bets.
A specialist makes one big bet. He puts the whole bankroll on one dish. If he is right, he eats like a king. If he is wrong, the meal is gone. The upside is real and the ruin is also real. Buffett is a great example of concentration and doubling-tripling-xxxing on his conviction with follow on investments. To a point that he starts to own a controlling stake.
I on the other hand like taking make small bets. And rather than listening to what the world tells me, I will double down on making many small bets.
Lets get back to the buffett thing. Assuming I pick up 19 things on my plate. By the law of numbers, a couple of those will be cold, one will be excellent and most will be just fine. And one, I do not know which one, will be the best thing I will talk about all year.
So, I dont really need everything on the plate to land. I need one. Or two. That is the entire trick, and to me, it is the opposite of scattered. It is a hedge with the lid left off the upside.
In fact, most VCs operate like that. Allocate capital. They have a theme. Take bets. And hope some of them would be 100X.
Most portfolio managers do that – pick a portfolio (they often tend to specialise into sectoral things) and then hope that not all go to ruin.
But we don’t see this wide, concentrated bets in post-industrialization worldly disciplines like medicine, engineering, teaching and all that. I wonder why. Maybe cos the time and generation they grew in, the world had started to reward one person dong one thing really well?
Plus, the thing is, each time I marry a lesson from one discipline to another, am often able to spot patterns and trends and lessons and wins that I would otherwise miss. I could create a screenwriting software because I knew of the frustration of writers with Final Draft and then Claude enabled me to build a prototype very fast! The podcast I started with Akshay, Founder Thesis, put me in rooms with founders I had no other way to reach. The Goa post (Ultimate Guide to Living in and Remote Working from Goa) I wrote on a whim brought me people, ideas, and work. I still get comments on the that post.
One dish, in each case, paid for the whole walk to the counter. When I was filling my plate, I didnt know which one would that be. That is the point. You cannot know. So you take the buffet.
What do you bring to the table?
For years I answered the what do you bring to the table question wrong.
I tried to fake depth depending on who I was meeting. If I was meeting a marketer, I would say, I have 20 years of brand experience. If I was meeting an investor, I would say I’ve worked with many founders. If I met a prospective date, I would say am an author. I would hope like hell that I sound like a specialist. I am probably good at those narratives cos more often than not, I would get the gig.
But deep down inside, I knew it was not me. I was merely living one version of the story that I didnt want to. Often reminded of the quote from Fight Club – “you buy things you dont need to impress people who dont care.”
But now, I will do things differently.
I will acknowledge that I love the idea of taking many bets, doing many things at the same time.
I will probably make writing my first port of call because, well, easy to explain. And then I would offer to people that I am a brand manager, marketer, strategy-er, sparring partner, podcaster, filmmaker, event manager, problem solver and all other things.
And I will talk about my super fast, 0 to 0.1 journey ability that allows me to run project pilots fast. I would then talk about Ready Fire Aim. I would then talk about Action. I would talk about Movement. And the whole schabang.
Thing is, the specialist sells depth in one room. They goes all the way down a particular Rabbit Hole. The generalist on the other hands knows how to connect those holes to make fabulous system of tunnels that you could use to navigate the neterworld. For me, the range is the product and the offering.
They often say that we ought to be T-shaped or I-shaped or comb-shaped. I say you need to be shapeless. You need to be like Red. You need to be the person who knows a person who can get things done. You must the person people call when the problem does not fit a department. This problem-solver life would only happen when you’re known as someone who’s able to spot lessons from one and apply to another.
I want to talk about a few archetypes here.
There is this guy, Julian Shapiro. He goes deep into things that excite him, becomes a kind of master, and then condenses what he learned into guides better than the textbooks written by people who only did that one thing. That, I think, is the generalist move done right. Not shallow everywhere. Deep in bursts, wide across them, and then the wiring shared out loud. My friend Srijan (do read this by him) would be in the same boat.
I once sat in a session about a man I will not name here. A lone genius who ran a team of other geniuses. He could write, direct, run a camera, sketch, design, paint, and doodle. When I met him, I wrote in my notes that night: if he is not a polymath, I do not know who is. I came home inspired and a little jealous. Not of any one skill. Of the permission he had given himself to hold all of them at once and call it a career instead of a confusion. That permission is the thing I am writing this to hand myself. And to others like me. The skills are learnable. The permission is the hard part.
Oh, depth is not the enemy here. The generalist who never goes deep on anything is just a tourist, and a tourist sells nothing. The right move I think, is depth in seasons.
Go all the way down on one plate until you can teach it, then surface, then go down on the next.
Over a life you stack five or six of those deep dives, and the wiring between them becomes a thing no single-room specialist can buy, hire, or fake.
But, to be honest, I do not know if I can be deep in anything. I do not think I have it in me to go deep even in seasons. Or even for a road. I will merely scratch the surface at best. And that too may not give me joy.
So even the life of Julian and the unknown person is not for me.
So, then what?
Many bets. One at a time
The reconciliation between my people (who ask me to focus) and me (who refuses to) is one word long. Sequence.
I will do multiple things but for particular amount of time, I will do one thing. Say, for the month of July, I will only work on my book. For the month of August, I will only work on a podcast. In September, I will not do anything. And so on and so forth.
In a month, I do three things for 80% of my time. And then all the potpourri in the balance 20%.
This is a simplistic explanation. Three things in a month. 80% of time. What I choose to do may not even end for a month. Or it may end in a few days. Maybe I will do a thing for 5 days. Or 3 chunks of a thing in 6 months.
The idea is be to take things to a point where I can transfer the project to someone else, you know, Build, Operate and Transfer. I will then find EIRs or someone who would actually run those. I dont know how but at least on paper, this sounds doable. I even did a version of this with TRS, P3 et al. But then, I failed to keep control and inspire my partners to think beyond.
I will thus hard focus on that thing for a certain amount of time. And then I will find someone to take it ahead. And unlike last time, keep control. And then. move on to the next thing.
I dont know the shape it would take. But I like the sound of it.
The devil is of course is details but I know that atleast my biggest driver, FOMO, would be at bay. I would get to see my projects and shauks on the shelf while I work on one bet at a time. It will probably give me the range. And for each thing that I ship, the validation that someone is taking care of it. Assuming I can find these people. And then, ofc, maybe AI could!
To be honest, I tried a version of this in the month of June. I told myself that my identity for the month of June is that of a writer and I will finish Book2. I almost did it. I need another mont to get it out of my system. May be in August. Cos July is the event manager month. Lol. For the month of July, I am an employee to my own Claude and a large thing is event management.
Oh, this is also what I want C4E to be. Not an agency that does one thing for clients. But a small team that builds many things. The way Tiny and Late Checkout and Bending Spoons do. A studio. A service setup. A product company. A portfolio of small bets under one roof, run by people who do many things and are done apologizing for it.
Back to the buffet. And onto the future.
So we are back at the buffet, you and me, have plates in hand.
Here is the reframe. I am not avoiding the main course by loading up small plates. For a man like me, the buffet is the main course. The variety is not the appetizer before the real meal. It is the meal. The range is not a delay on the way to focus. It is the thing itself.
You have been told to pick. You have been told your curiosity is a leak. You have been handed marshmallows and told to admire concentration. And maybe they are right. But then, you are human and you are allowed to want the other thing. You are allowed to want the buffet.