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Wk 22-26 – Weekly Note

Notes, thoughts and highlights from Week 22, 2026.

31 May, 2026.
Sunday evening.
Starbucks. Versova.

20:35. Opene this draft. It was here when I opened my wordpress backend. Claude had saved it.

So like last week, this week too, I was a demo-walla again. A few new sit-downs, a couple of strategy calls, a book chapter plan locked for somebody else’s book. The last week also saw me a lot of things. I finished 56 Hours. I hate the way it has shaped. I attended a screenwriters meetup. I almost took a session where Nikunj and Chandni saved the day. And of there are misses. I will talk about those.

I had told myself that if I can get Caracan Seari done by end of May, I will reward myself with a trip to Singapore. That’s not happening clearly. More on it in a bit.

Oh, here’s the track of the week. Take Five. Read more about it here.

Ok, lets go!

Highlights, reflections, updates, notes and thoughts from the week gone by.

As always, in no order…

1/ The Ghostwriting Book. Edit 1 done.

The book am ghostwriting, I finished the first round of edits this week. Now we need to do the second round. Sat with my mentor on Thurday and finally pinned down the editorial spine of the book. His workspace is the central character. Adn around it, a distributed cast. The structural problem we’ve been chewing on for weeks dissolved in one sitting.

The next thing — chapter asks going out to all of these folks. I am guessing that by the end of June we would be talking to publishers.

2/ 56 Hours. Done.

I had to submit to Satyanshu Singh’s Prayogshala. I managed to. Against all odds. You know, distractions and all. Also when I went to register it, my SWA didnt work. Luckily Copyright office did.

The thing is, I hate the shape it is in. It’s so raw that I am cringing at it. But as they say, if you are not embarrassed about your first output, you are too late. Now I will have to find the energy to sit though the next rounds.

A pattern has emerged. When I mark small steps to a deadline, things move. When I make it for the entire project, nothing moves. So that’s a good thing to know.

I have to mention that even if this doesnt get made into a film, I am eternally grateful to Boman sir, Harshit, Viraff, Shital and more. Gratitude.

3/ Divya — after a long while

Divya dropped a weekly update on Tuesday and then I met her for dinner on Friday. Love her. I hope she’s reading this:D

While we talked, took a lot of notes. Here are some…

Must use Claude for outreach and mailbox automation. Need to find a way to warm up multiple mailboxes and then run. The only thing is, I dont know what business.
Divya told me that I must learn to sell something on Amazon. I will talk to Krishna and see what could that be.
While talking to her, I realised that I could hire some young people to be EIRs and help me build businesses around all the things that am cooking with Claude.
Must run SEO for C4E via Claude — separate workstream.
Must also stop the temptation of replying each time someone asks me for marketing / communication things.
Side note: I’ve written a piece on Death of C4E Village. Must find the courage to post it. Let’s see when.

Wow. A lot.

4/ The Claude playground

Here’s what I used Claude for in the last week.

A – built an Excel sheet for a friends pickleball brand. Took help from Sreemita. Took me an afternoon. Otherwise would’ve taken weeks.
B – build an analyst report to show the prowess. Was unable to impress my friend with it. A fail.
C – made this VC action tracker. Not sure what would I do about it.
Shonit talked to me about the agency tool he’s building. Interesting use case of AI. Not sure what’s the underlying LLM there.
Met Rohit. Loved seeing how young people are building things. He’s asked me to apply to South Park Commons. I’ve done that in the past and got rejected Lets’s see if he can get me in.

So that.

5/ Pune!

Pune is on for next week. I am gonna meet AB (yay). And Krishna after a while (yay). And Himanshu for the first time (yay).

If you are in Pune between 2nd and 5th, please lemme know.

Have a tight agenda.

I like that travel is happening with a real reason and not as a way to escape Mumbai. Last few months I’ve done a couple of trips that were more “get out” than “go to”. This one’s a “go to”.

6/ The capture system gave up on me. Or may I say, I gave up on!

An ugly admission. My capture system broke this week.

I realized that over the last month, I had hyper optimized Claude to capture and process every morsel of information. I had even installed gBrain and Karpathy’s system. But then I realised that I am wasting token with all these pulls. I want to now build a more robust and efficient system.

I could do today if I had to. But I want to leverage it more and discover more powers first. Especially in terms of actual business impact. Right now, the outcome is more from personal productivity gains. So, lets see when.

7/ Update on the Caravan Serai

End of May was the deadline I gave myself for the first draft of Caravan Serai. Today is May 31. There’s no draft. The reward I’d promised myself — a trip to Singapore to meet M&m — is forfeit by my own rule.

I dont have too many excuses but I couldnt do it cos I had overestimated my ability to do things.

Maybe I will pick it in the month of June?

8/ Other things worth noting

Talked to a few more people about their job hunts. So far no solid conversion.
Updated my Linkedin
Chandni’s post talk about Ready Fire Aim
Attended Screenwriting Corner‘s meetup and participated in a discussion around Death in the Gunj.
Spoke to Viraff Patel on Harshit‘s recommendation. Quick chat. Will share more if it goes somewhere.
This tweet saw some 10 inbounds and I realised that there are a lot of interesting people if you know where to find them. Thanks to Vatsal.
I had decided to take a session on Claude and invited Nikunj by mistake. And oh man, did he save the day! Do yourself a favor. Become friends with him.

📷 Photos from the week gone by

Same drill. DM me if you want photos.

Here’s one that I wanted to show off to the world.

📈 Trackers…

Not updating this week.

✅ Action on LARGE objectives for the year

In this section, I will capture my progress on large objectives for the year.

In 2026, I plan to do the following three things…

Book2
Human Flag Pole
Save a million dollars

Book2 — Caravan Serai. End-of-May target — missed.

Human Flag Pole — no action.

Save a million dollars — no action.

📌 So, what did I get done last few weeks? And what will I do next week?

This is a one-line report on progress I made on various things that are important to me. I will only talk about things that I got done. Shipped. Not WIP.

So, this year, I want to track the following…

Health. Sleep, food, movement. Worse than the past week.
C4E / Work. Pick a thing to apply myself to. Still no direction.
Brand SG / Distribution. I was hoping that Claude session will help me. It did not.
People. Met a few. Helped a few. I think I did ok on this. Need to build more.
Book2 / Caravan Serai. Negative progress — missed the target.
Shauk. Nothing tbh.

🏃‍➡️ Health

No specific updates.

⏲️ Reminders from last few days

Same as last week. Parking this section.

🗓️ So, one thing that defines the past week?

Motion. No progress.

The other words for this year have been: Show, Flow, Excitement, Embarrassment, Blur, Whiling, Movement, Blur, Activity, Movement, Regular (again), Regular, Easy, Journey, Downtime, Flow, Show, Same.

The week that two consecutive words are Show and Same, it’s either the start of a trend or the end of a year. Lemme find out.

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So that.
Over and out.
Until next Friday.

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

PPS: Please do point typos.

PPPS: In case you see me being inconsistent in anything – work, writing, reviews etc, PLEASE do point out.

PPPPS: Drafted by Claude on top of the week’s data — Roam dailies, Gmail, Calendar, Apple Notes — and edited by me. Tell me what reads true and what doesn’t.

Wk 21-26 – Weekly Note

Week of demos, not writing. Five Claude walk-throughs, one Saturday session that became a four-meeting org reset at someone else’s company, three intros that closed, and zero personal output. Honest call of the week.

22 May, 2026.
Friday morning.
Andheri. The usual Starbucks.

Last week I went influencer (you know, Colombo). This week I went demo-walla. Five people got a live Claude walk-through in seven days. No pitches. Only “show”. And one of them, into their second week of conversations, went and rebuilt their own org chart inside 72 hours because of it. Lol. I didn’t see that coming.

So the honest line of the week — I gave structure to other people’s businesses, and made none for my own. The book didn’t move a lot. 56 Hours didn’t move a lot. Five days left on the end-of-May draft and the page is the same shade of blank. And yet, somehow, ok-ish week. Lemme explain.

But wait. Before that, track of the week is from Silk Route. This one…

Ok, lets go!

Highlights, reflections, updates, notes and thoughts from the week gone by.

As always, in no order…

1/ Heart to heart with some agency folks

Sat down with a couple of people on a saturday morning to talk about their agency. Spent a few hours digging into where they were, where they wanted to go, and where things were leaking. It was interesting to see that the pain is such similar and such universal in the creative businesses. I wish more people were more honest and open and were willing to chat about how to navigate this VUCA world!

The best part about these two people was that the founder admitted his mistake. It’s one of the rarest sentences in the founder vocabulary. Most people in his seat will give you a hundred reasons before they say that one. And when I reflected, I realised that even I, as the founder of C4E, must admit to!

So, what’s coming out of it for them?
A reinvigorated structure of their agency. And in two weeks, a plan to try and navigate things.

Will it work? I don’t know.
But the velocity is the signal.

And a note for self that I need to work on it as well!

PS: While talking to them, I felt like SUCH an imposter. I need someone else to show me the light and help me navigate this!

2/ Claude – the demo IS the unlock

Continued from last week’s epiphany. The demo itself is the unlock.

This week, did few new demos. I will redact names…

A — built him a cold-calling engine on Cowork. Identifies companies, filters people, drafts emails into the drafts folder. Not an agent yet. Soon.
B — sat with him on Monday. His client pipeline is shrinking because AI is eating the “easy tasks” entry point. Two pivot directions came out — senior talent placement, and AI-workflow retainers at $100+/month. Let’s see what he does with it.
C — a senior marketer. She found me via this post. Helped her see the light of the day to crack new things. Took just an evening. Helped her on consulting positioning. We identified what she could stand for! Wishing her well.
D — training session on how to actually use it. The core principle, again: treat it like a highly paid assistant. “You are a brand strategist with 20 years experience…” wins over “give me brand strategy…” every single time.

I keep saying this. Few people in my immediate ring have actually seen this thing at its limit. People know Claude exists. They don’t know what it can do.
The unlock is not the tool. The unlock is one person sitting next to one other person and saying — here, let me show you.

The best line came from my friend Sachin today. He said that if you dont use Claude in cowork mode, you are 1 year behind the normal and you’re a dinosaur.

Also, a side note. It’s after 20 days that I’ve started to see the value for Claude Max plan. I think I need a few more days to build a function. Let’s see.

3/ Shram

Did a product feedback call with one of the founders from Shram.

In one line, Shrram is a tool that sits on your laptop and auto-detects tasks from your day and turns them into to-dos. For me, it picks up about 50% of tasks, ~80% accurate. Founder claims that its privacy-friendly. I am yet to test.

The founders come from design background but I think they let that hat at home while building this. Which is ok. These days, design and communication is easy to fix. If the tool delivers on what theyre promising, why not?

Also, if I were investing, I would’ve given them some money for sure. I like the idea. I like the earnestness of the team. I like what I see in the product.

4/ Ready, Fire, Aim

The phrase that I kept saying to myself this week. I even made a video on it. See this. In it, I said that you don’t get to know the shape of the business before you start. Amazon started as a bookstore. Zomato started as a restaurant menu archive (Foodiebay, remember?). Every business that has worked at scale has shape-shifted post-launch.

Unless you start, there is no shape. And there is no shifting.

5/ The Super Connector and the intro economy

I’ve said this in the past and I will say it again. I want to be a Super Connector. The man who knows a man. And knows how to connect these men. I am inspired by Red. He says…

“There’s a con like me in every prison in America, I guess. I’m the guy who can get it for you. Cigarettes, a bag of reefer if you’re partial, a bottle of brandy to celebrate your kid’s high school graduation. Damn near anything, within reason. Yes, sir, I’m a regular Sears & Roebuck.”

I want to be a regular Sears. And get you damn near anything, within reason.

I love connecting people. And I do double opt-in. Did three this week.

Connected a senior from MDI to a portfolio company of mine
Connected a community person I met in Colombo to my fav SheR ladies
C was in Delhi and connected her to I dont know how many people!

Thing is, each intro takes me five minutes to write. Sometimes less. And the surface area it creates is enormous.

If I had to redo the past twenty years of being on the internet, the one thing I would do more of is this. You know, luck surface area. Oh while we are on topic of luck, do read this.

6/ Pickle

Played pickle on Friday night at 10:30 PM. I had assumed that it would be cooler and nicer. But it was not. And I was so tired after that, that I slept for like 16 hours. And then did I meeting on Saturday. And then slept again. And then I ate like a hog on Sunday. And then slept again. In the last 48 hours, I would’ve slept 30.

7/ Other things worth noting

I had written a long, fond mail to Roshan Sir after I saw his play. He hasn’t replied. I remain hopeful that he would. I do have a third door to get to him but then I want to test if Claude works 😀
Did a brand workshop for a celebrity. Really enjoy doing those!
C4E Press may come to life. Here are some notes that Pradeep and I made.
Recorded a podcast with Juhi. Yet to release. In case you want to notes, ask me nice. #brandSG
Wrote this for LLMs for saurabhgarg.com
Saw this post and fell in love with this chart…

📷 Photos from the week gone by

Same drill — DM me if you want photos.

📈 Trackers…

Here’s the trackers…

1/ The daily one. Nothing special to see in this one.

2/ The weekly one. Some goods and bads here.

✅ Action on LARGE objectives for the year

In this section, I will capture my progress on large objectives for the year.

In 2026, I plan to do the following three things…

Book2
Human Flag Pole
Save a million dollars

Book2 — Caravan Serai. Made some progress. I have a week to go in May. Let’s see if am able to ship. I also aim to finish 56 hours before the end of May. Let’s see.

Human Flag Pole — no action. In fact my step count has also gone down. I am at 3400 on an average now :(. Once the weather gets better, I will try to catch up. Let’s see.

Save a million dollars — no action.

📌 So, what did I get done last few weeks? And what will I do next week?

This is a one-line report on progress I made on various things that are important to me. I will only talk about things that I got done. Shipped. Not WIP.

So, this year, I want to track the following…

Health. Sleep, food, movement. Bad.
C4E / Work. Pick a thing to apply myself to. Still no direction.
Brand SG / Distribution. Two LinkedIn posts that did decently. Some daily lives. No large action.
People. Few intros. Some old catch-ups
Book2 / Caravan Serai. Some progress,
Shauk. Still no poker. Still no Uke.

🏃‍➡️ Health

I am not updating this one, this week.

⏲️ Reminders from last few days

This section captures things I want to not forget. Parking this week as well. I want to ship the two things – 56 Hours and Caravan Serai and thus not focussing on anything actively.

🗓️ So, one thing that defines the past week?

Show. (Not Tell).

The whole week was about showing what I did. Five sit-downs to show people what Claude can do. One Saturday session that turned into a four-meeting org reset for somebody else. One product feedback call. One consulting session for a new operator. A handful of intros.

So that.

The other words for this year have been: Flow, Excitement, Embarrassment, Blur, Whiling, Movement, Blur, Activity, Movement, Regular (again), Regular, Easy, Journey, Downtime, Flow.

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So that.
Over and out.
Until next Friday.

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

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 one was again drafted by Claude on top of the week’s data — daily notes, Granola, Gmail, Calendar — and edited by me. Tell me what reads true and what doesn’t.

080221 – Morning Pages

Random update from a day where I finally had access to the Internet. Yay!

8:21. Just woke up. I think I have more coffee and egg-fried rice in my system than I have blood or spleen. I mean just yesterday I had 5 black coffees that were darker than my darkest thoughts and tasted worse than a generic dish at a Michelin Star restaurant.

So today I shall start with #freewriting for #book2. Or else by the time I come to it, I would be done with the dance on the keyboard! Here we go…

Coffee. The elixir of life. For her. For him, it was Gin. They were high on things as different as that. And yet they found sobriety in each other’s company. They made an odd couple. Wait. They weren’t a couple yet. They probably would never be one. Both had too much baggage from too many relationships over too many years. They knew that they like each other’s company and despite all odds, they seemed to be wanting to make it work. Both of them did things that were uncharacteristic for them. Rujuta would bite her tongue. Chintan would try and speak up. When Mrs. Gomes saw them like that, she knew either the relationship would end in a magnificent doom or they would flourish and spawn generations that would sing songs of their love!

Their coming together was as unlikely and as unpredictable as their eventual separation would be.

Rujuta had landed up at Caravan Serai by mistake when she heard the music waft to her ears as she was strolling on the beach. If not for that acoustic Hindi set by Jay, she wouldn’t be there. Once she was in, she was charmed by Mrs. Gomes and the ship she ran. She had to know more about her. At first, she had not even spotted Chintan perched onto a corner, lost into his papers. Mrs. Gomes had to tell her about another writer hanging out at her place. She was not in the mood to handle flirtatious comments from a middle-aged man. Especially from those self-proclaimed writers that were mere bloggers than real writers. She did not have a problem with that but the pretentiousness that came along was a put off to her. So she remained polite and feigned interest and just when Mrs. Gomes was to make the introduction, she faked a phone call and eased out of earshot.

Chintan had strayed into Caravan Serai in search of Gin. He found it surprising that no one seems to have perfected a Gin and Coke. I mean how tough could it be to pour 30 ml of Gin in a can full of Diet Coke? It was more robotic and impersonal than flipping a burger at a Mcdonald’s! And yet no one seemed to do it well. Plus most people found the combination weird. Gin was mostly had with Tonic water. The Brit decided that and the rest of the world had followed suit. Not Chintan. He wanted it with Coke. And he hated when people would double-check with him. Udita didn’t even bat an eyelid when he asked for a Gin and Diet Coke. That was the first check. The height of the bar table and the barstool with a high backrest was the next. And the unobtrusive staff was what sealed the deal. After weeks of search, he had found a place where he would pen his magnum opus. It was about time he got his ass moved on it. He had a point to prove and no time to lose.

Phew!

Good to have written something for #book2 after so many days.

And here’s an idea. I don’t know if I have thought about this earlier. How about I call the place I create in Goa Caravan Serai? Fuck that would be incredible! #note2self

Now, coming to morning pages, the journal.

Here we go…

So, I finally have the internet on the phone. Both the phones actually – Vodafone and Jio. I feel so connected and so empowered that I think I can change the world. There is spring in my step, optimism in my tone, and general excitement that I cant express in words! All thanks to this new place that has a mobile phone tower on top of it. Even the number of tweets I sent out yesterday is a testimony. Fuck, I did not know that an Internet connection could be so important.

The other thing is that this place has a balcony and I realized how much I love having one. Last time I had a house that a balcony was three or four years ago. What a balcony it was. It was on the 24th floor and overlooked the Godrej factories. I could point the camera at anything at any time and I’d get a fabulous picture. I’ve love heights all my life. Must strive to get to the top of a skyscraper. No, not so high that I can’t make out the signs of life underneath. But enough to be able to spot things. Like a 30th floor or something. Lol. Here is a picture from that, from my archives!

From a rented house that at Wadhwa’s The Address in Ghatkopar. Took this from some iPhone ;P

Apart from that yesterday was pretty ok. I was mostly holed up at the place am staying – I had internet! But I still had to step out to get things done. I just can’t work from where I live. I need that “motion” to move to a different place to work. And the new place am at, it’s kind of far from any of the coworking spaces in Goa and thus had to rely on good old cafes. And guess who all came to rescue? CCD and McD! These were the two places that were open, empty, had comfortable seating, even an AC. I got some writing done as well.

Oh, writing. The book am editing, it was a struggle to write a tiny para. It took all I had and yet I could not finish it! It’s not writer’s block per se. It’s just that I was at a loss of, well, words. Lol.

As I write this, I played some Harvey Specter playlist. Yeah, there’s a thing like that. Which works fine for most days. But I realized that I like that music that I can sing along to. Especially when I have to work, I need music that I can hum along to. And while I was searching for music on youtube (thanks to the Internet that’s working :D), I realized that I’d love to write some music, make films. No, I am not a director material. May be I am. I don’t know. But I like how these visuals on the screen and the sounds and other things that accompany it make me want to take a plunge. Plus, these images and visuals can be so provocative that you could move mountains! Sigh.

Anyhow. So I recorded a podcast yesterday. This was with a marketer that sells AR and VR solutions to large businesses. While there was nothing new that I did not already know, I loved talking to him. I must get back to it. The effort it takes to research, record, edit, publish and market is insane but I think it’s worth it. See this tweet for example with the lessons I learned from him.

Each time I do a recording, it allows me to meet a lot more people than I already know. Plus that’s proof of work and that allows me to approach more people! Must get back to it full-steam! Oh, btw, today on, I start a “full-time” gig at The Podium. I have decided to focus on and give all of 2021 to The Podium. Akshay has talked me into doing this and I think I can support him for sure. He is clearly the wiser among the two of us. Unless something large and radical comes my way. Let’s see how this goes. And no, Podium is still in investment mode and that means I need to find work to pay for my bills. So, here’s the thing. Help me get work that I can do as a freelancer. Marketing. Content. Writing. Editing. You get the drift.

And the last thing before I sign off for the day is that I finally pushing the Goa guide. It is here. The response so far has been very encouraging. Let’s see where it goes from here on.

Over and out for the day. See you guys on the other side.

230121 – Morning Pages

In this one, I have a heart-to-heart chat with myself. About things that I’ve been thinking about subconsciously. Do read and lemme know what you think.

6:51.

Not in the best shape rn. I slept at around 2. Had some coke (real, not Diet) and a bucket full of McD fries at around midnight. Two large Americanos just before that. And don’t know what else crap during the day. In fact, I felt so unwell, so full yesterday since the morning that I had to sleep it off. And all this, when I have sort of, managed OMAD for three-four days. In fact, as I type this, I am hungry and I just want to eat all there is in the world.

Damn damn. Need to figure out this soon.

Ok. On to morning pages. Today’s a tad different. Most things I am writing today are from notes that I made last night when I was trying to sleep. I did not plan to make notes per see but them thoughts when I was fucked in the head had to be captured. They couldn’t remain fleeting. I know this is like cheating. The idea of morning pages is to write about what am thinking once I wake up. And use notes from the previous night. But these had to be captured. I think I will make an exception this one time.

Oh, before we do that, here’s the track am tripping on since last night…

This lo-fi music is really kickass!

In bullet points, I want to talk of following. While elaborate on each as I go along.

Love nights!
Love public places
Loneliness
Rethinking the idea of a home.
Move things
Morning Hour
Work
Love for the sky

Here we go…

a. Love for nights.

Last night, I was working from an McD. While coming back, I was on a scooty and the roads were empty, except for the ones looking for parties. And escape. And I realized that I love the idea of nights. The world has sort of retired to their bedrooms and you are out there. Out and about. Doing your thing. Could be ground-breaking work. Could be something inane. The roads are empty. The weather’s better. The only others to keep you company are young lovers, paddlers of “sin”, others of your ilk that want to do more with their lives. That’s all. All three are the ones that need to be celebrated more than anyone else. The ones that burn the midnight oil are the ones that do crazy things.

And yeah, the world needs more crazy. I need more crazy.

Sadly, because I chase longevity, I try to follow the sun with my routine. I wish I could do otherwise. I wish I could stay up till late (like I have always done since I was a child) and yet remain alert, healthy, active, and all that.

b. Love for public places.

I love public places. Like Mcd. Starbucks. NickyM’s. Co-working spaces. Lounges. Hotels. And more. Especially if they are comfortable. I just can’t do home. I will talk more about the home in a bit. I have to be out and about. With others around me. Others could be my people. Or strangers. But others. The lockdown made me realize that I could stay alone in a house if I had to, as long as I have the Internet :D. I can even live on a secluded island.

But given an option, I would like to be in a public place. Literally live in a public place. Even if I am an introvert. I thus need to ensure that whatever I do, I have access to some interesting public places that are welcoming. And are comfortable. #note2self

c. Loneliness.

The third L in the row. So yesterday was crazy. I had a bad day. I was sort of unwell. I was on the roads late at night by myself. And I felt lonely. I think I felt like this after quite a few days. Most times I can keep myself a great company. I am ok to be alone. I never understood the idea of solo travel but I have been able to live by myself.

When I talk of loneliness, I don’t mean friends or relatives or spouse or even this blog. I mean someone that I could be with that did not need explanations, someone that’s easy going. You know, someone that is non-judgemental. Someone that fans my fire. Yes yes, all these are typically rolled into one in your friends or spouse. I am super lucky to have great friends all my life. My romantic relationships have been rocky but I can not complain – it was me more often than not. The loneliness that I felt yesterday was of a different kind. You know, I wish I had another set of people (apart from friends, family, romantic partners, business partners etc). Not forever. But temporarily. You know, like you goto a staycation even when you have a home right next to you. How you goto a bar and get drunk. Bars are non-judgemental af. Must write more about them. How you goto those temporary relationships where you see physical comfort.

Fuck! Epiphany. This is EXACTLY(!) what my characters have been seeking at Caravan Serai!

FUCK FUCK FUCK! What a discovery! Caravan Serai (my next book) is about people that are seeking a temporary escape from their existing lives! And want a life that is different from the ones they’ve lived so far! The damn Caravan Serai is exactly that. A temporary resting place as you make your way from point a to point b. I need my own Caravan Serai. Most people find it in alcohol, casinos, drugs extra-marital affairs, and more. Need to find what is my poison. And then convince me that I ought to take it! This was nice! I have this mile-wide smile on my face. The first real one in more than a few days.

d. Rethinking the idea of a ‘home’.

I’ve been in Goa for a few days now. I am living out of a suitcase. The good part is that since I am not meeting any work-related people, I can wear whatever. So that helps.

What is home? A place where you can sleep naked on the floor? Where I can prop up my feet on a fancy table? A place where I can get away from societal norms? A place where you remember what button switches on what appliance? A place where you hang paintings that you like without having to seek permission? A place that you come back to after you’ve had enough at work or at a Caravan Serai? A place that allows me to get into a comfortable place in my head?

I’ve been rethinking the idea of home. Can I live out of a suitcase for good? I have not missed the things that I have in Delhi or Mumbai houses since I’ve come here. I have always attached so much emotion to the writing table, the books, the guitar, the notes that I have taken over the years. Heck, I don’t remember things that I have stored in Mumbai. When I go back, I will make so many serendipitous discoveries. That would be nice. Ok, I digressed. Back.

I know that for a lot of people these things mean a lot. These objects are very important. But for me, these don’t mean a thing. And if the last few weeks are anything to go by, like I said, I haven’t missed them a bit.

Can I thus become a minimalist nomad? Is it sustainable with my parents growing older and needing care (not to say they need it. They are very independent and I am grateful for that)? How would I fund this nomadism? What about my quirks? Whims? I don’t like to live with others (friends etc). I need my own space. Even if my best friend lived in a certain city, I like to stay in a hotel. I have to have my space. As a digital nomad, this is not possible – I will have to manage with whatever I get.

And what if, at some point in time, I do want to “settle down”? Do I then create a home?

So that.

e. Moving things.

This is important to me. I love the idea of creating movement. Since the pandemic, my ability to create this movement has stalled.

Wait. What do I mean by moving things? Creating movement?

I don’t have a definition but in a broad sense, by creating movement, I mean nudging people to take action on things that I feel are going to fulfill them. I like the idea of seeding new ideas. They may or may not fructify. I love trying new things. I love tinkering and putting new things out there in the world. I like the idea of millions of side projects, side hustles. Not to make money per see. But to see what is possible. You know, lift rocks to see what comes from underneath. Ask questions. Scratch the itch. Get curious. Ask questions. Move things. Get the drift?

Last night, it dawned onto me that since I’ve come to Goa, I’ve caused any movement anywhere. I’ve been working on all the existing things but no new movement has happened. I mean I did think about Shumbur.com but that’s not proving to be easy at all to execute.

This movement is what I need in life. I don’t know what is it about Goa that I am unable to move things. Need to investigate more.

f. The Morning Hour.

So I realized that I need a couple of hours to myself before I start the day. I often get late in waking up and then I am rushing to catch meetings. There was a time where I could dictate terms with how I would spend my time. Lately, I am unable to. And that’s causing my random anguish.

In fact, I think the inability of moving things is because I dont have this morning hour for myself anymore. I dont feel equipped to take on the world unless I have had this hour to myself. No, I dont mean that I need to meditate or write or whatever. I like the idea of control and plan and I want to just think about how I want to spend the day.

In fact, I have found that if I dont plan my time in the morning, I miss deadlines. A lot. So that has to become sacrosanct all over again.

Will action from today on. After this morning pages is done, will spend time planning things. And will not move on anything.

Oh, the other realisation, as I was editing this is that I need to find an office or something for me fast if I have to work better. I do my best work when I am following a predictable routine. And there’s no place like an office to do that.

g. Work.

Of course I’ve been thinking a lot about work lately. I cant seem to pin point where I want to head next. There are projects that I want to deliver (help TRS, PPP etc break even, finish book2, run a marathon etc), these dont run the economic engine that I need to sustain the life that I want to live.

I know everyone has had a terrible year but the terribility or non-terribility of their year does not pay my bills. So while it’s good to compare and seek solace in collective fuckery, I need to look out for myself. And the ones I am responsible for.

I need to get this sorted fast. Before shit hits the roof. If it hasnt already.

h. Love for the sky.

Lately, my Instagram feed has sort of got fucked. They are terrible pictures. They tell no story. They are not even ordinary. They are bad. However, I realized yesterday that I love skies. Open, wide, in all hues. In all colors. The last few posts have had the skies dotting the, well, skyline of the photos.

I never realized that I was the kind. But now I think, it’s evident. I think I even wrote in #tnks that Rujuta’s complaint with Mumbai was that she got no sky per se. I think that’s why I love high-rises – they sort of touch the sky. I love when am on a plane – public place, in the sky. What else do you want?

So that. No action point. Just wanted to report that I love the sky ;P

And yes, I will work harder to fix the insta feed!

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So this is it. For today’s morning pages. I know this is different. But that’s ok. My morning pages. My blog. Ma lyf, mah rulez.

Phew. This was nice and intense. I need to move these to Roam during the day.

Onto #freewriting for #book2. It’s 8:10. I will stop at 8:30.

First time Rujuta saw a snake slither around on road, she was creeped beyond imagination. She had seen her stuff of wild, bloody, gory things but creepers were not her cup of tea. The cabbie looked at the obvious discomfort that Rujuta was in. He chuckled, “Madam, we call Goa a snake country.”

Rujuta looked at him with a questioning eye.

“Snakes are more commonplace here than what stray dogs are. In fact, during monsoons, you’d probably see more snakes on the roads than them tourists that anyway worse than the snakes”, the cabbie laughed at what he thought was a great joke.

“No way”, Rujuta muttered to herself.

“But don’t worry ma’am. They are mostly harmless. Even if they are poisonous, we don’t really get too many cases of people dying of snake bites. Dogs can be a problem though!” He clearly wanted to chat. Rujuta was his first ride of the day and he was expecting a fat tip if he went by experience. He had judged Rujuta from her clothes and could make out that she was a wife of a banker or something and is in Goa to chill with her buddies from her kitty. She was even going to the hotel that was most frequented by these fancy trophy wives, the Taj on top of the Aguada.

Rujuta had remained silent.

He pushed on but wanted to be cautious as well. The first ride of the day set the tone for how his day was going to go. “Are you here by yourself?”

Rujuta did not want to get into a conversation. She merely nodded. She was seated next to the driver. The cabbie had found this little awkward but he dismissed it as a quirk of a rich housewife. Rujuta and Prakash had many arguments over where to sit. Often she would do it only to rile up Prakash and even though he was now gone, she continued to favor the seat. She liked to see the road up ahead and getting into a reverie. This was her trance. Her meditation. her thinking tool.

She anyway had a lot on her mind. The trip to Goa was anyway an unplanned one. Tarana was insistent that she go travel. It’s been almost 5 years since Prakash was gone. Rujuta had immersed herself into the world of colors and paints and boxed herself in her 2 bedroom apartment. Thankfully she did not have any fancy expenses per se and thus she didn’t have to work.

Tarana had found some local boy and got him to book a ticket for Rujuta. The boy even got the name wrong on the ticket. Tarana did not know that it could be a problem when Rujuta would board the flight. But the ticket it was. To Goa. The place that Tarana thought everyone from Mumbai went for a holiday. The boy had told her that Lonavala and Alibaug and Matheran were too common.

Rujuta did not want to make a trip but this was a rare occasion when Tarana had actually booked a flight for her. She couldn’t say no. Rujuta booked herself in the hotel for a couple of nights. She had planned to decide on what to do next once she landed in Goa.

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That’s it for the day. Hope you have a great one.

In this one, I have a heart-to-heart chat with myself about things that I’ve been thinking about at a subconscious level Do read, if you can.

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