Am I allowed to hate on gen-ai music companies for unethical data scraping when I am myself sitting on a stash of millions of pirated VSTs and sample packs?
Your mental health improves significantly when you take the low risk of having THAT hard conversation.
When you go and get that closure.
When you stop reacting and communicate everything to your dad ki bhai ye ye hai yar karne do
Some things are too pure to be reduced to a utility
Conversations, music, art
Please dont try to level up your 'game' by borrowing scripts, taking ideas without any real immersion, or bringing AI into such intimate spaces
Pls yar
(A fren of mine used to send me paragraphs regularly which I later found out to be written by AI🥸[2024])
How did I go from being a broke hobby music artist to starting a tech venture?
This is my story. Its not a success story, but it might give you some perspective or at least some good gossip.
June 2025: I was depressed, anxious and drowning in backlogs and debarments. I dreaded going to college. Worse, I blew every big music gig I had earned, opportunities people work years for. I was just done.
It was my final year, and the number of classes I was barred from was insane. It wasnt that I was doing nothing. I had built a network through my art and was successfully converting clients.
If I had just worked consistently like a normal person, I could have succeeded easily with the network, alignment and skillsets I had. I even had a few job offers, but I threw them away.
My existential anxiety always took over. I was having regular panic attacks, but I ignored them because I was ignorant like that.
Eventually, one of my friends offered to let me live with him so I could finish my album.
Out of pure frustration, I ran away from college to stay with him in a nearby village. I did manage to finish the album there.
But a week later, a massive protest broke out at my college. The campus was essentially burned and destroyed, and everyone was sent home. The village I was staying in was mostly populated by students, so they all left too, including my roommate. Suddenly, the village was completely empty, and it felt like a graveyard.
Then, the worst thing imaginable happened: a severe communal riot broke out right where I was living. There was intense stone-pelting, followed by days of strict lockdown. People were marching through the streets at night chanting religious slogans, and it was absolutely terrifying.
Barely Surviving
I was making barely any money, maybe ₹2,000 to ₹4,000 a month at most. Looking back, that might be enough to survive in a village (especially since my friend was covering the rent), but I was terrible with money. I didn't know how to monetize my music properly, and I made a lot of stupid decisions.
I starved for days and went completely sleepless. This triggered severe, stress-induced insomnia that I still struggle with today. I even started hallucinating from the lack of sleep and got regular bouts of sleep paralysis. I survived purely on Maggi. I also developed a weird eye disease that only just got cured two months ago.
The Turning Point
Despite everything, I finished the album. I called it Queerbait, and the instrumentation was pretty solid. I hadn't put out any music in two years, but my audience was incredible. They actually remembered me. I announced a launch party in Hauz Khas, Delhi, and people actually showed up. It was incredibly overwhelming. (A lot more happened during this time, but that's a story for another day.)
Building the Venture
Eventually, things started to turn around. I cracked a remote job, as well as a 14.4 LPA onsite offer. I had to reject the onsite one because it came with a two-year bond, which was a dealbreaker for me.
Working the remote job exposed me to major loopholes in enterprise-level audio work. I figured out the exact problem statement, did my market research and built a distribution channel before even touching the prototype. After that, a friend and I built the actual prototype solution. We pivoted a few times along the way, but we are currently demoing it to potential clients.
Looking Forward
Lets see what happens next.
Looking back, my biggest takeaway is this: if I had felt more positive internally, I would have made much better decisions. I would have performed better, achieved more and spared myself a lot of sadness.
How did I go from being a broke hobby music artist to starting a tech venture?
This is my story. Its not a success story, but it might give you some perspective or at least some good gossip.
June 2025: I was depressed, anxious and drowning in backlogs and debarments. I dreaded going to college. Worse, I blew every big music gig I had earned, opportunities people work years for. I was just done.
It was my final year, and the number of classes I was barred from was insane. It wasnt that I was doing nothing. I had built a network through my art and was successfully converting clients.
If I had just worked consistently like a normal person, I could have succeeded easily with the network, alignment and skillsets I had. I even had a few job offers, but I threw them away.
My existential anxiety always took over. I was having regular panic attacks, but I ignored them because I was ignorant like that.
Eventually, one of my friends offered to let me live with him so I could finish my album.
Out of pure frustration, I ran away from college to stay with him in a nearby village. I did manage to finish the album there.
But a week later, a massive protest broke out at my college. The campus was essentially burned and destroyed, and everyone was sent home. The village I was staying in was mostly populated by students, so they all left too, including my roommate. Suddenly, the village was completely empty, and it felt like a graveyard.
Then, the worst thing imaginable happened: a severe communal riot broke out right where I was living. There was intense stone-pelting, followed by days of strict lockdown. People were marching through the streets at night chanting religious slogans, and it was absolutely terrifying.
Barely Surviving
I was making barely any money, maybe ₹2,000 to ₹4,000 a month at most. Looking back, that might be enough to survive in a village (especially since my friend was covering the rent), but I was terrible with money. I didn't know how to monetize my music properly, and I made a lot of stupid decisions.
I starved for days and went completely sleepless. This triggered severe, stress-induced insomnia that I still struggle with today. I even started hallucinating from the lack of sleep and got regular bouts of sleep paralysis. I survived purely on Maggi. I also developed a weird eye disease that only just got cured two months ago.
The Turning Point
Despite everything, I finished the album. I called it Queerbait, and the instrumentation was pretty solid. I hadn't put out any music in two years, but my audience was incredible. They actually remembered me. I announced a launch party in Hauz Khas, Delhi, and people actually showed up. It was incredibly overwhelming. (A lot more happened during this time, but that's a story for another day.)
Building the Venture
Eventually, things started to turn around. I cracked a remote job, as well as a 14.4 LPA onsite offer. I had to reject the onsite one because it came with a two-year bond, which was a dealbreaker for me.
Working the remote job exposed me to major loopholes in enterprise-level audio work. I figured out the exact problem statement, did my market research and built a distribution channel before even touching the prototype. After that, a friend and I built the actual prototype solution. We pivoted a few times along the way, but we are currently demoing it to potential clients.
Looking Forward
Lets see what happens next.
Looking back, my biggest takeaway is this: if I had felt more positive internally, I would have made much better decisions. I would have performed better, achieved more and spared myself a lot of sadness.