I said something on my way out.
A quiet word. Politely put. Nothing more than what needed saying.
I didn’t ask for what happened next. I didn’t expect it. And for a few minutes, standing in a room full of people who hadn’t been told why they were there, I
I had a gut feeling, and I ignored it.
Not because I was convinced otherwise, but because going along felt easier than holding my ground.
What follows is a story I’ve told a few times over the past eighteen years. It still makes people laugh.
It still makes
My wife Gargi and I spent hours arguing about floor tiles, kitchen counter, fixtures, furnishings, and colours while we were building our house.
Two people with different instincts, both convinced they were right.
Somewhere in that process, something clicked.
This week’s Nugget is about what I took away from building
He has his own book.
A successful one.
And yet, when it came to choosing what to give the people around him, he chose mine.
I’m still sitting with that.
This week, I wrote about a decision made on a beach two years ago, a principle I’ve held firmly ever
Save more. Invest wisely. Build the nest egg.
All good advice. I follow it myself.
But somewhere between the SIP instalment and the life you actually want to live, there’s a question most financial plans don’t answer:
When do you get to enjoy any of this?
This week, I wrote
After a short break, Nuggets From Lived Experiences is back.
This week, a family holiday turned into something I didn’t plan for. A country that does the ordinary so extraordinarily well that coming home felt different this time.
When you read it, you’ll know exactly what I mean.
I did something eight years ago that two doctors advised against.
I insisted. They eventually gave in. And I got exactly what I asked for.
I’ve regretted it since.
Funny how that works! We chase a version of ourselves that isn’t here yet, only to discover that time was going
Someone did it to me again recently.
Mid-conversation.
It’s the single most disrespectful thing people do today — and most of them have no idea they’re doing it.
I’ve started responding to it differently.
In this piece, I write about this habit, why it’s more serious than most
Mohit Sain left my team last week. And is relocating to Sydney today.
When he first told me he was leaving, my first thought was “oh no”.
Over two decades of leading teams, I’ve been here before — that strange place where you’re genuinely happy for someone and quietly
To every student staring at a result right now — good, bad, or somewhere in between.
I was you once. Terrified. Underprepared. Hoping for just enough.
What I know now, that I wish someone had told me then, is that the number on that marksheet is one sentence in a