In the capitalist world, it's easy to forget what a gift it is to be a writer and a poet. I am taking a moment to remember and be proud of it .
#writer
People defending a millionaire and billionaire will never become rich themselves.
I said what I said. ..
Because that's simply a trait wealthy people do not have.
“Jack of all trades is a master of none, still better than a master of one.”
For years, I only knew half of it.
And I made “master of none” sound like a disappointment.
I love too many things: writing poetry, dancing, singing, running, psychology, films, books, conversations, creating.
But adulthood has a strange habit of asking us to make everything useful.
You write? Monetise it.
You run? Run a marathon.
You create? Build an audience.
You have a hobby? Make it a side hustle.
Somewhere along the way, even joy became a productivity metric.
I think that’s bullshit.
I can write poetry that never pays my bills.
Dance without anyone applauding.
Run without tracking kilometres.
Learn something I’ll never monetise.
Not everything we love needs to become an achievement.
You’re a human “being”, not a human “doing”.
Sometimes, enjoying something is purpose enough.
I had 7000rs in my account when i started posting on Linkedin 5 years ago. Last week I sat across from Daniel Shapero CEO of LinkedIn, in a room of six people from this entire country.
He flew to Bengaluru, sat with us, and actually asked what was working and what wasn't. Took notes and also asked follow up questions?? I obviously wasn’t expecting that, and I’ll genuinely never forget it.
My third post on Linkedin got me my first client. That eventually turned into 300 clients and a team of 42 people.
A company I built on this platform, because of this platform.
I sat in that chair last week doing the math backwards. 7,000 rupees to that room.
No gyaan. This one's just for the delusional Unnati who thought this was possible and somehow made it real.
Selling matching earrings was actually my first business.
I was in college in Delhi, and Janpath was 3-4 metro stops away. I’d make that entire trip just to buy earrings for ₹30 a pair.
Then I’d come back, split a stall with a friend, pay ₹350 rent for the day, and sell them at 4X.
My favourite sales pitch was finding two best friends and telling them they could buy one pair and wear one each. Both got what they wanted, and I made the sale.
The funny part is, I wasn’t even a fashion person. I just knew how to sell.
The person you see today, who can hold a room, sell a service and build a company, took 7-8 years to become that person.
And honestly, there were a lot of failures in those years that I’ve never really talked about. Maybe I should start there. After all, what are we without the failures that got us here?
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After working with @claudeai , @ChatGPTapp @GeminiApp@grok for writing , research and design - I can confidently say this out loud.
AI is sexist and a misogynist too.
I will be honest - I am new here @X ( after hating it for years and kneeling to capitalism) I am going to give this an honest try .
If you know how to get through this platform: share your advices in the comments.
Bye.