bullied into cooking.

ok so here’s where i’m at this week.

someone has been bullying me to cook. like full on bullying. “what did you eat today” “send a photo” “that’s not a meal that’s a snack rahul.” and somehow i’m doing it. i’m cooking. me. the guy whose previous relationship with the kitchen was opening the fridge and closing it again.

and the food is genuinely good. plating wise it looks like a crime scene. taste wise, bro, i’m cooking.

fuck aesthetics. it tastes elite.

put a hard ban on zomato. one month. no swiggy either. i’m cooking or i’m not eating, that’s the rule. let’s see how long i last but i’m dead serious right now.

other wins this week. i’m handling $30k worth of clients/mo. that’s a real one. couple years ago i was figuring out how to send a cold email without sounding like an intern. now this. let me have this one.

also ran 50km last week. legs are wrecked. ego is fed.

random thought i can’t shake. we’re all in show biz now. insta, twitter, “what are you doing today”, “look at this”, “look at me.” everyone’s performing for people who aren’t even watching properly. you ever step back and notice how weird this is? we built whole identities around being seen.

i don’t have a take. just noticing.

i’ve been thinking about parents a lot lately. how they were right. and then i think more and remember, they were also kind of wrong about a bunch of stuff. and both can be true. that’s the part nobody warns you about in your 20s. you keep flipping between “wow they were so right” and “wait no, they were not.” somewhere in the middle is your actual life. still figuring that out.

haven’t called mum in 3 days. dad in 1. fixing that tomorrow. writing it here so i actually do it.

sleep’s been weird. some bad dreams, bit of paralysis, the whole package. if anyone has cracked the code on manipulating dreams please dm me, i’m in the market.

other than that, fine. honestly fine.

oh also. i was in delhi. so much happened, way too much to drop in this post. that one’s going into the diary first. will share when it’s ready. not right now.

work is good and confusing at the same time. growing fast, exhausting fast, two things at one table. but i’d rather have this problem than the other one.

ps. i started a lifestyle newsletter, welpactually. honest messy stuff, things that don’t fit on the main blog. trying to grow this to insane subscribers. subscribe and come along.

ok logging off. going to cook dinner before i get bullied again.

jai bajrangbali.