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Writings

No theme, no schedule. Just whatever I stumble upon (and can't let go of).

Essays

The Office, Language, and Social Utopia

Have you watched The Office? Your answer doesn’t affect what I’m hoping you’d takeaway from this piece, but it’s this show that got me thinking about the intricate connection between language and “social utopia”.

Show Me A Genius, And I Go "Why?"

I’ve held this hypothesis for a few years now, and somehow never managed to sit down and write it out properly. I believe geniuses are made. The overwhelming majority of what makes a person who they are is shaped by their environment.

Privacy: Passed!

So I told people Typerite was launching in a week, a few weeks ago. What happened was, I’d built the app, ready to submit it to Apple for review, and presumed the hard part was behind me.

The Spectrum Between Gut and Data

I’ve been thinking about how PMs use experiments. And, I don’t mean the textbook version. I mean how the decision really gets made when the results come back and you’re sitting there with a number that either confirms or contradicts what you already believed.

Performance & Evaluation

There’s a version of you that shows up when you know you’re being evaluated, and a version that shows up when you’re actually doing the work. They’re not the same person.

When Systems Work, People Are Nicer. Obvious?

Countries where the basics — clean streets, public transport that shows up, government services that don’t need three visits and a bribe — just work tend to also be countries where strangers are kinder to each other.

I built an app that does nothing

Typerite doesn’t give you prompts. It doesn’t analyze your writing. It doesn’t suggest what to write next. It’s a blank page with a word counter. Set word goal each day. That’s it.

Word Lab

Attempts at defining things in as few words as possible.

Two souls,
Walking along

As one,

Down an uncertain path.

Bond

Calm and surreal
On the surface,

Troubled and tortuous

underneath.

Can't deny nor let go.

All one can do

Is to live through.

Despair

A spoon
Of desire,

With a pinch

Of doubt.

Hope

Craved for
When scarce.

Feared for

When abundant.

Joy

Keeping what you want,
Discarding what you don’t,

To weave a narrative

That you wish to believe;

for the world to hear.

Memory

Puzzle
that needs

a lifetime

of solving.

Relationship

Misunderstanding
escalated

due to

antonymous influences.

Violence

Everyday, diligently;
Mother lights a lamp,

And breaks a coconut;

Daughter laughs at,

And roasts her for doing so.

They believe in different powers,

yet,

Have one thing in common.

Faith

Unimaginable.
Inevitable.

Insurmountable.

Death

Two shoulders, two feet apart;
Amidst and around them:

An air that’s

Cathartic when spontaneous, but

Agonising when enforced.

Silence

Mode of expression
that structures

our thinking.

Writing

Everyone feels it,
But, no one gets it.

A little

Makes you stronger;

A lot

Leaves you tender.

Pain