Rented Minds
There is an old Urdu phrase, khud se baat karna, that loosely translates as “talking to oneself.” It was never…
Epstein and the Fracture in the Social Fabric
I do not own a private island. I have never been invited to Davos. No one has ever sent a…
Many Organisations. Many Industries. One Question: What Actually Travels With You?
There is a moment in every working life when competence stops feeling like mastery and starts feeling like a cage.…
A First Jain Sabha, and an Old Home Remembered
There are mornings that begin like any other, with the same familiar weight of habit, and yet end with a…
God in the Transcript, God in the Ordinary
A debate went viral. Not the polite, civilised kind that ends with a handshake and a book recommendation. The other…
Sev, Stories, and Strangers Who Talk Like Neighbours: Indore
I shifted to Indore on 26th October. The kind of shift that looks clean on a calendar but feels messy…
The New Human Contract, Navigating the Dawn of the AI Co-Worker!
A decade is a curious measure of time. It is long enough for a child to be born and learn…
Cognitive Sovereignty in the Age of Artificial Intelligence
In the twilight of human intellectual sovereignty, we stand witness to a curious paradox. The very instruments we have fashioned…
Dot-Com Déjà Vu in the Great AI Reckoning
The artificial intelligence sector has reached a peculiar inflection point where astronomical valuations collide with stubborn operational realities. As billions…
Drowning in the Promise of a City
I did not think I would die in a city that sells itself as a promise. The night was ordinary…