Trying, Spending, Staying Humble (I Think)

Too much happened and I literally forgot I even had a blog.
I know, I love you all — my 2 readers 🫂

So while I was at it…

Dhurandhar is a good movie.
IMO Indians like bloodshed and violence — that’s probably why Animal and Dhurandhar are superhits. The script and acting were actually solid. Still, the movie stayed in my head for a while.

Anyway.

Being humble. Trying to be humble.
Still figuring out what that even means.

From 8th–9th class, I wasn’t from some privileged background where parents had big defence ranks or crazy salaries, spending ₹2k–₹5k daily without thinking. You get it.

Right now, I make decent money at 21.
I send money home.
Buy gifts for my parents.
Invest.
That part matters to me.

But yeah… humble?

I honestly don’t know.

I earn a little less than people imagine, but I spend like crazy.
Any café, bar, pub — ask me and I’m in.
Not to show off.
Just for the experience.

Sometimes I stop and ask myself — am I chasing experiences, or am I just scared of standing still?
I don’t have a clean answer.
But I know this: I’d rather make mistakes with my own money than live on someone else’s definition of success.

When I first started making money, the first thing I bought was a Nike running shoe. ₹4.5k. It was good for casual wear too. In 10th class, buying that with my own money felt insane.

Why shoes?

Because I was never an outfit guy. Never.
Didn’t even know what fashion was.
Chappal, t-shirt, jeans — that was life. Still is sometimes.
Friends were rich. Like filthy rich.
But they were humble with me. Never made me feel small.

That’s the power of having just 1–2 good friends.

Later, when I hit around ₹25L/year in revenue (with decent profit too), what did I do?

I didn’t buy anything crazy.

I experienced everything with my friends.

Starbucks with Sam.
Random cafés.
Trying new places.
Trying all the brands — Rare Rabbit, Puma, everything.
Movies.
Shoes.
Clothes.

Not to flex.
Just… to be happy.

Was I humble?
I think so.

Did people think it was faltu ka spending?
Yes.

And maybe it is.

But bro, I want to normalize this.
This is my benchmark.

I could feel the jealousy too. In 11th–12th, people used to whisper —
“Rahul paise kaise kama raha hai?”

Bro… I’m just doing something.

COVID hit. Lost friends. Lost girlfriends.
Honestly, it’s still kind of the same.

People don’t talk about this enough, but money doesn’t protect you from loneliness.
It just gives you better places to feel it in.

People used to tell me —
“Bhai din bhar paisa paisa karta rehta hai, aisi ladkiyan nahi patt ti.”

I’m like… okay.
What else should I talk about?
No social life for years.
Just work, research, investing, internet.
Aur kya bolu bhai?

I’ve learned not to chase validation — from people, money, or relationships.
If someone stays, they stay.
If they leave, I don’t negotiate my self-respect.

For context — I didn’t make loot money.
Just decent.

I’m happy.
Parents are happy.

Ambition is a weird thing.
It makes you grateful and greedy at the same time.
I’m proud of how far I’ve come — and still mildly dissatisfied.
Both feelings coexist.

What next?

2026.
Make more.
Buy a car.
Finish house construction.
Maybe hit ₹5Cr.
Maybe not.

We’ll do something.
Or something else.
Maybe an exit.
Let’s see.

I don’t want to look successful.
I want to wake up excited and sleep without regret.
Everything else is noise.

Jai Bajrangbali.