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Spinach is 95% water. Dehydrated spinach is actually almost 30% protein. Spinach power is one the best and cheapest ways to add protein to your soups and veggies. Popeye was not lying he was just ahead of his time.

Good God. Sometime this India-is-shit disease goes too far. The purpose of India dairy industry is to anchor food security and catalyze inclusive growth. Indian dairy sector employs 80 million people ( NZ employs about 100k I think) Indian dairy is almost all consumed domestically while 95% of NZ dairy is exported. They built an export industry we built a engine for rural self sufficiency. both form about ~5 ish % of the overall GDP but Indian dairy industry is growing about 3x faster than NZ. Context is everything. Don't just start hating on anything India. The White revolution was real and it saves lives. And Amul IS amazing.

It was 1992 I think. We were reasonably well off but not rich. However, Money was tight as parents were saving up to buy a house. One Sunday afternoon dad wasn’t home, We had an Encyclopedia saleswoman visit. 10 volumes of the most gorgeous books I had ever seen. Love at first sight. She mentioned the price and It was 2000 rupees I think. That was gonna be a no from mum. But the saleswomen said let me leave you one edition and come back tomorrow and if you guys still don’t want it I will take it back. I don’t think I left the side of that book all day. Dad comes back and mom provides him an update. He asks me if it is a good book. I say yes. Mom protests that the book is very expensive. Next Friday I come back from school to all the 10 volumes at home. That evening dad tells me, quietly, that there are no expensive books. Just good or bad ones. I still think of that moment and the way he said it. Anyway my point is….the Sensex crossed 3000 for the first time that year and if my father had invested the ₹2000 in the stock market instead…….

I wonder sometimes if almost all of our modern loneliness emerges from the fact that we no longer meet people without an agenda.

I just finished 45 days of wearing nothing but clothes custom made for me. I am constantly surprised at how cheap it has become to get bespoke clothing. I pay less for my bespoke shirts and jeans than at a retail store. I am getting a Jacket done at the price of a good shirt. we do live in an age of wonders. Industrial production killed Artisanal production. That worked great for everything except things that are designed for the human body. One of the biggest impact of the information age will be the rise of artisanal at scale. Roti, Kapda and Makan are all being transformed and there is so much to do. Bespoke shoes next.

I am buying 5 Ather share every 15 days until they launch a car. This will fund my round the world in 80 days business class trip with money left over. Eventually.

October is almost done and It has been a tough few days. The sky is falling. Sleep has been rare lately. I land early in the day in delhi. The sandpaper flavour of its people makes a red ruin of my sanity. I finish a tough meeting. It goes well but I am hungry, cranky and have too much cortisol in my system. I need to make a few tough calls. I have been playing excel tetris for days now. The numbers needs to add up but they are not working. It is 3 pm and I am inside a cab. Outside, the hellish Gurgaon landscape plays its depressing dirge. I have had it. I am gonna give up now. I enter the next destination in the uber app but I am not going to my next meeting. I have decided I am going home and so I do. Home I grew up in decades ago. when the days were sepia and skies blue. I get there after 2 hours. Mom is there. She smiles gently and acknowledges that I am home. Asks the housekeeper to make me a cup of tea. we sit in silence for a bit. There really isn’t much me and my mom talk about. we almost never have. She does not understand the world I live in but she knows I know, that I live in it because of her. But as I sip my chai she tells me stories. The cows are giving milk, monkeys come around the evening to destroy her kitchen gardens, the air smells of smoke most mornings. She talks, I listen. I nod along, she keeps talking. She is happy. We both know it. I am ashamed that it took so little from me to make her happy and it took me so much effort to do so little. I give her a hug. My arms remember a rock, but find a frail frame. She feels smaller. I seek the familiar safety I remember but I find that I am holding the person who once held me. I see in that moment that I am the parent now and she gets to be a child. She keeps talking, I keep nodding. The paddy is being harvested, the lime trees are full of fruit, should she make me kheer, It will be cold soon and her joints ache… It has been an hour. I have a flight to catch. She hugs me goodbye and I walk back to my cab. I don’t look back. I am leaving home all over again. I get back to the Excel Tetris. The numbers still don’t make sense. But suddenly they don’t have to. I know what I am going to do. The cortisol haze has lifted and I see the futility of what I was doing. The numbers will never make sense. I just have to change reality around them. Doubt dies. I am the child who knows mom is watching from the stands. I breathe deep and easy. I will do what it takes and I will sleep well tonight.

who’s gonna tell Balu….

One day you will receive an inward foreign remittance on your HDFC account. That day you will realize that smashing a rock in your face is less painful. Actually smashing a rock after you have smashed a rock in your face an hour ago is less painful. This is not a bank. it is punishment.

So Semaglutide goes off-patent in India next year and the generics are already lined up. From what I understand Natco pharma will be first off the block. They were first-to-file. Dr. Reddy's will be next or Alkem I think. Prices are expected to fall to 500-1000 (~$6-$12per month). Even at current prices Munjuro is doing 100Cr+ a month. Imagine what happens when this is affordable to almost 50-100mn people. This is going to be such a change maker for this society. Expect so much to change.

13 made me a bookmark and then told me to hold it up against the light. I said thanks. She said don’t worry you can pay for it later. 🤨

or maybe it is friends just looking to catch up because it has has been a while .

Listen guys if you like the taste of beer, drink it. One pint won’t kill you. Every single day living reduces your lifespan by 24 hours and the probability of you dying goes up. This is definitive. Now I am not suggesting you scar your liver by binging, but drink the fucking beer if you like it. Your holiness is fucking insufferable and your prophets are all attention miners on twitter. Your job is to convert time and money into happiness.

Practically no Indian investor is bullish on the future on India. They don't know how. It is amazing how few Indian investors have ever actually built or even run a business. A friend once described the desi VC class as the San'Shyuum of the startup Covenant. I think it was appropriate comparison.

Many people don’t know that Robert frost was born in San Francisco and moved to massachusetts after his father’s death. His intense poetry blended rural realism with profound philosophy. But the themes of Choice and loss always stand out in all of his work. He remains such a quotable poet. Here is an example “ I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” Now someone at HDFC Bank is decided that they need to make performance art inspired by Robert Frost. I give you this masterpiece. Notice these two roads that diverge. They entice you with the one marked “new” but if you have two accounts with them you may need to use both these roads. A simple minded person may think this shows how much contempt they have for their users but I, dear reader, posit that HDFC is trying to bring a touch of the enduring ambiguity and irony to your day. They are saying your time is worthless and we are your masters. Customer Empathy after all means that the Customer empathise with HDFC and the hard job they have of having to service such servile cattle as their customers.

One day you will receive an inward foreign remittance on your HDFC account. That day you will realize that smashing a rock in your face is less painful. Actually smashing a rock after you have smashed a rock in your face an hour ago is less painful. This is not a bank. it is punishment.

It was 1992 I think. We were reasonably well off but not rich. However, Money was tight as parents were saving up to buy a house. One Sunday afternoon dad wasn’t home, We had an Encyclopedia saleswoman visit. 10 volumes of the most gorgeous books I had ever seen. Love at first sight. She mentioned the price and It was 2000 rupees I think. That was gonna be a no from mum. But the saleswomen said let me leave you one edition and come back tomorrow and if you guys still don’t want it I will take it back. I don’t think I left the side of that book all day. Dad comes back and mom provides him an update. He asks me if it is a good book. I say yes. Mom protests that the book is very expensive. Next Friday I come back from school to all the 10 volumes at home. That evening dad tells me, quietly, that there are no expensive books. Just good or bad ones. I still think of that moment and the way he said it. Anyway my point is….the Sensex crossed 3000 for the first time that year and if my father had invested the ₹2000 in the stock market instead…….

Good God. Sometime this India-is-shit disease goes too far. The purpose of India dairy industry is to anchor food security and catalyze inclusive growth. Indian dairy sector employs 80 million people ( NZ employs about 100k I think) Indian dairy is almost all consumed domestically while 95% of NZ dairy is exported. They built an export industry we built a engine for rural self sufficiency. both form about ~5 ish % of the overall GDP but Indian dairy industry is growing about 3x faster than NZ. Context is everything. Don't just start hating on anything India. The White revolution was real and it saves lives. And Amul IS amazing.

October is almost done and It has been a tough few days. The sky is falling. Sleep has been rare lately. I land early in the day in delhi. The sandpaper flavour of its people makes a red ruin of my sanity. I finish a tough meeting. It goes well but I am hungry, cranky and have too much cortisol in my system. I need to make a few tough calls. I have been playing excel tetris for days now. The numbers needs to add up but they are not working. It is 3 pm and I am inside a cab. Outside, the hellish Gurgaon landscape plays its depressing dirge. I have had it. I am gonna give up now. I enter the next destination in the uber app but I am not going to my next meeting. I have decided I am going home and so I do. Home I grew up in decades ago. when the days were sepia and skies blue. I get there after 2 hours. Mom is there. She smiles gently and acknowledges that I am home. Asks the housekeeper to make me a cup of tea. we sit in silence for a bit. There really isn’t much me and my mom talk about. we almost never have. She does not understand the world I live in but she knows I know, that I live in it because of her. But as I sip my chai she tells me stories. The cows are giving milk, monkeys come around the evening to destroy her kitchen gardens, the air smells of smoke most mornings. She talks, I listen. I nod along, she keeps talking. She is happy. We both know it. I am ashamed that it took so little from me to make her happy and it took me so much effort to do so little. I give her a hug. My arms remember a rock, but find a frail frame. She feels smaller. I seek the familiar safety I remember but I find that I am holding the person who once held me. I see in that moment that I am the parent now and she gets to be a child. She keeps talking, I keep nodding. The paddy is being harvested, the lime trees are full of fruit, should she make me kheer, It will be cold soon and her joints ache… It has been an hour. I have a flight to catch. She hugs me goodbye and I walk back to my cab. I don’t look back. I am leaving home all over again. I get back to the Excel Tetris. The numbers still don’t make sense. But suddenly they don’t have to. I know what I am going to do. The cortisol haze has lifted and I see the futility of what I was doing. The numbers will never make sense. I just have to change reality around them. Doubt dies. I am the child who knows mom is watching from the stands. I breathe deep and easy. I will do what it takes and I will sleep well tonight.

I just finished 45 days of wearing nothing but clothes custom made for me. I am constantly surprised at how cheap it has become to get bespoke clothing. I pay less for my bespoke shirts and jeans than at a retail store. I am getting a Jacket done at the price of a good shirt. we do live in an age of wonders. Industrial production killed Artisanal production. That worked great for everything except things that are designed for the human body. One of the biggest impact of the information age will be the rise of artisanal at scale. Roti, Kapda and Makan are all being transformed and there is so much to do. Bespoke shoes next.

Spinach is 95% water. Dehydrated spinach is actually almost 30% protein. Spinach power is one the best and cheapest ways to add protein to your soups and veggies. Popeye was not lying he was just ahead of his time.

Got rear ended by a car while we were at standstill in traffic, on the I-5 yesterday. the car behind was probably a total loss. (we are perfectly safe) Apple watch detected that we were in a crash and auto called 911 and there was an officer on the scene with in minutes. we were able to leave in 30 minutes and got to our destination safe. so impressed by Apple watch and california highway patrol. Also thankful. very thankful.

Many people don’t know that Robert frost was born in San Francisco and moved to massachusetts after his father’s death. His intense poetry blended rural realism with profound philosophy. But the themes of Choice and loss always stand out in all of his work. He remains such a quotable poet. Here is an example “ I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” Now someone at HDFC Bank is decided that they need to make performance art inspired by Robert Frost. I give you this masterpiece. Notice these two roads that diverge. They entice you with the one marked “new” but if you have two accounts with them you may need to use both these roads. A simple minded person may think this shows how much contempt they have for their users but I, dear reader, posit that HDFC is trying to bring a touch of the enduring ambiguity and irony to your day. They are saying your time is worthless and we are your masters. Customer Empathy after all means that the Customer empathise with HDFC and the hard job they have of having to service such servile cattle as their customers.

Listen guys if you like the taste of beer, drink it. One pint won’t kill you. Every single day living reduces your lifespan by 24 hours and the probability of you dying goes up. This is definitive. Now I am not suggesting you scar your liver by binging, but drink the fucking beer if you like it. Your holiness is fucking insufferable and your prophets are all attention miners on twitter. Your job is to convert time and money into happiness.

I am thinking of deleting my Linkedin Profile. Who can convice me why I should not?

I just received my marchtee heavy and it is my considered opinion that brand exists for people who don't know what a good t-shirt is. I hate the tailoring, the terrible quality of the fabric and the whole pattern. Everyone deserves a good crew neck t-shirt. This is not it.

Hmmm!!!!

Here is an example. On the left is how the t-shirt looks on the website, on the right is the t-shirt I received. now most people won't know the difference. Se that missing piping , that exists for a reason. You pay for that finish but you don't get it. WTF!!!! I am so pissed.

I wonder sometimes if almost all of our modern loneliness emerges from the fact that we no longer meet people without an agenda.

I am buying 5 Ather share every 15 days until they launch a car. This will fund my round the world in 80 days business class trip with money left over. Eventually.