Service

Recently, I realised something about myself: making people happy makes me happy. At first, I worried I sounded insincere when I said that, since I’ve always though of myself as quite self-centered, narcissistic even. But over the past year and a half, I was given the chance to help others, for the first time in my life. Since then, service has stuck with me, join me in my attempt to make a small but real difference to my community.

Compassion

I’ve seen the lowest of lows. I’ve felt my spirit crushed again and again, demoralised and distraught, I’ve been at the brink of giving up. Through those (not-so-nice) experiences I’ve realised how much kindness matters, how much context matters, how one-off situations don’t define people, and especially how a single positive voice can make all the difference. I, now, am attempting to be that voice. Join me in the pursuit of empathy and humanity.

Faith

I’ve struggled with faith, a Hindu by birth, in a largely Sikh family, I explored Islam and Christianity, as a form of rebellion.
Now, however, I’ve found my faith, and it is none of them. My faith is very personal, my god is my own, and he does wonders.
To be very frank, none of this could be possible without faith and a bit of fortune.
I live by two things: borderline delusional optimism and the belief that everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.

Discipline

I’m not talented… I’m not one of those prodigies that had everything come easily to them. Everything I’ve built, and everything I am, has been forged through sheer grit. I refuse to give up. Always.

From 110 to 70 kilograms
From barely passing to academic awards
From being a problem child to the head boy
– in a year.

I built this shit brick-by-brick.