"If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans." I have not been telling God my plans. I have been telling myself. One prototype every two weeks, since July 1. Except the first one never agreed to stay a prototype. It became the way I work with people, one gig, one reflection, one person at a time, and I am still standing inside it.

"Suitcases that cost more than the holiday," joked the officer. I laughed. It was a Saturday. On the Swiss end of the scenic bridge over the Rhine in Kaiserstuhl, four customs officers had stopped me, well informed about Swiss shopping habits. I had paid my dues, about 25 francs on an app, and proudly popped it open as they approached. A startup partner told me recently, after 25 years in a large IT company: "Only 20% of the IT workers actually contribute to client output. Th

Exploring freedom after leaving corporate life, I dive into technology, creativity, and autonomy—from DNS entries to green cake rituals. Between coding, family, and reflection, I rediscover time as the truest capital. Vidai, my seed of purpose, grows through patience and organic action—proof that self-skilling and mindful entrepreneurship can coexist with gratitude, curiosity, and renewal.

After nearly three hours of driving from Kochi through lush, biodiverse Kerala—past swaying palms and the occasional tea-and-chips stall—the concrete sprawl of Coimbatore comes as a jolt. The greenery gives way to flyovers and factory facades. Yet just as the first impression threatens to harden, the early-morning walkers—already filling the streets with quiet purpose—soften it. They move with an ant mindset: industrious, disciplined, and collective. It’s a fitting welcome to