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The Cost of September 8 and 9, 2025  The governmental infrastructure of our country—both politically and literally—took a heavy blow yesterday. Much speculation and conspiracy surround the events, but my take is simpler: what unfolded could have been prevented on the very first day of the protest. The violent response on Day 1 by the security forces, ordered by the now-defunct political leadership, led to the tragic and untimely deaths of many young children. This set off a chain reaction that no one could have fully predicted. Typically, in moments of mass protest, restraint is exercised to prevent escalation. Yet September 8 was different. It shocked people to their core, and what followed on September 9 was not spontaneous chaos but a reaction to that initial violence. Young teens were meant to lead the second day’s protest, and they did their best. But the agenda was no longer theirs alone. Others, equally angry, joined in, and the result was the devastation of national propert...

I meet three friends regularly on the low. I enjoy their company, and I guess they enjoy mine. One of them is imaginatively named Blackey—because he's black. Another is called Sketchers; it's because he looks like one of those shoes you can get at Sketchers. The third is just "Dalley" (Shorty), on account of his height. Blackey is not like the other two. He stays with his folks and comes out for a few hours most days. The other two—they're homeless. They wander around and greet me excitedly because they know I have something for them and that they’ll get to eat today. There are some other neighbors, too, who do the same. Whenever those guys spot me, they come running. It’s fun to tease them as well. It’s been years since I’ve known these three, and they feel like good companions, even though all they can do is bark and wag their tails at me. Sometimes, during the day, I wonder what they might be doing, and the thought of them goofing around our street makes me ...

Am I greedy? Or is it ambition? Or perhaps just laziness?  Lately, I’ve been thinking of quitting work. Again. It seems like a pattern now—I dive into something, stay long enough to realize it’s not for me, then start looking for an exit. My reasons vary: sometimes it’s the dream of launching my own venture, sometimes a pull toward the art world. But if I’m honest, the cycle is always the same. I leave, I sit around for a few months trying to figure it out, and eventually, I find another job—usually one that pays better, but still, a job. And once the routine sets in, boredom follows, and I start unraveling. This time, I want to do it differently. I plan to speak with my senior—not to quit, but to seek advice. What I want now is to work on my own terms. I’d like to start something of my own, with his guidance if he’s willing. I believe I can do it. The only question is: what do I do? That’s the part that remains unclear. I don’t yet know what kind of venture will feel like mine ...

  Am I a Name? Am I a name? Or am I a writer who believes he just hasn’t had enough time to write, or enough people to appreciate the work? Am I the emotional one who seeks comfort, who searches for love? Or am I the one who offers it? Am I the name that was given to me— Akash ? Or am I the person you call a friend, a son, a brother? If knowing me means knowing my behaviors, my thoughts, my actions—then maybe I am the sum total of what I’ve done, what I am doing. But is that all? Am I simply what has happened to me, or is happening? When I think— truly think—about this, I realize, certainly,  I am a body and a mind. Does what I ate yesterday, or what I did a moment ago, define who I am now? If so, then who I am must be shaped by thoughts and actions—summarized, added to, subtracted from, divided into—the totality of my experiences. All the information I’ve absorbed until this point has become thought patterns and behaviors I now mimic. I often believe my ideas are or...

“In general, people are often too focused on their own problems to care about how you're solving yours.”  This is from Cal Newport's Slow Productivity . And I get it—I’m just as wrapped up in my own problems as the next person. Right now, I’m trying to solve a few monetary issues by building a second source of income. Ah, the hustle culture. I do need the money, mainly to pay off some debt. I am trying to be productive but not so much that I stress myself out and do nothing about it.  My idea for that second income? This blog. It’s starting to gain some traction, thanks to the thousand or so readers who visit it monthly. And now, I want to take that momentum and shift it in a more personal direction. I’m the eldest child in my family, with a younger brother who’s nine years younger than me. I’m approaching 30, still searching for my “purpose” in life. That’s probably one reason why I haven’t been able to hold down a job for more than a year—or maintain a strong relationship,...