Love playing with the intricacies of language so, professionally, I am a computer programmer; leisurely, a ravenous reader; and occasionally, a withering writer.
Intellectual masturbation.
Due to my limited vocabulary, I'll call it Whateverism: A life constituting most, if not all, that existence has to offer: a beginning rooted in learning, a journey of seeking knowledge, and an end seasoned with wisdom.
In between: joy and depression, tragedy and loss, love and hate, mercy and acceptance. Some failure, a few rejections, more success, with equal reflection. To have experienced it all with open intentions; the heights and the hollows, the mid and the mild, the some, the all, the none, and the void. In the end, meet the ending not as a last resort, but with graceful acceptance.
As a clever adage goes: if you had to live the same life on repeat, would you dread the encore? One must truly have a life, not just an existence, to delightfully say, “Once more.”
To conclude, I'd say the purpose of life is to truly live; for a life well-lived is worth dying for.
A mode that earns a living.
The year was 2014, high school, Intro to computer programming with C++. It was one of those things that just clicked without much deliberate honing. Never felt like a chore, rather, a better source of entertainment than video games, which were, at that time, one of the highest outlet of adventure and play.
In 2022, landed my first job as a Full Stack Web Developer. The pay was modest and the benefits were few, but the sheer pleasure of being paid to write code outweighed it all.
Currently, a Senior Software Developer within an R&D team where the days are spent hopping between tech stacks, projects, and evolving responsibilities. Chasing the same language intricacies, creativity and playfulness that drew me to coding in the first place.
Manufacturer of Mobile Network T&M, Network Optimization, IoT and Edge AI solutions.
Role: Senior Software Engineer, R&D team, Wireless division
Python scripting, PHP web development, DevOps, Golang and Rust based backend services development, Flutter + Rust application development
The company develops B2B and B2C software solutions, specialising in GST and tax related software for CAs, as well as business management tools for enterprises.
Role: Software engineer intern
ReactJs, Redux, React Query, MaterialUI, ActiveReportJs
Role: Full stack Web Developer
ReactJs, NodeJs, ExpressJs, Redux, React Query, MaterialUI, ActiveReportJs, Redix, PostgreSql, Sequelise
Borderline addictions.
An amusement found in playing with the intricacies of languages.
Wordsmith No, I’m not but do aspire to be, sculptor of thoughts engraved in syllables, not just mine but of all proximal thought purveyors. Some call me an ice-cold dagger, coal-sludge in hearth’d veins when bleeds, paints pictures niger, dissolving dark disdain. It’s true what they say, I AM Perfectly Profane, prefer precision strike slicing something deep that belongs, rather than overwrought swear words to slay or cliched slangs. Yet despite the cold heart & fork tongue purpose is not to scar with these lexical shenanigans but to word with each line and clever phrasing different layers of the dead decaying rotten fibres of my Being. Being of an artist, an artist of the mind fingers drenched in blood, eyes blind, carving soul out of shadow shedding light on shades of the psyche as breathing prose & synchronous syllables trapped inside me. These poems, nothing but a game, an amusing outlet, and the poet, a jester, who paints with dark pallet. Yet don’t be thinking now you know me thus hold on & delay your delusional delight, for you’ve only read me in the dark and have seen me at night…
The world we live in, there's too much noise. All it takes is just a few gestures of our finger's tips and we wander off to a world that got nothing to do with us or our life and yet, we end up losing ourselves in it, in that world. It's almost as if we all are navigating through a maze where every path that we don't take, stares at us as if it's mocking us for walking too straight, for not letting ourselves wander as if we are trapping ourselves in our own cage.
On this chaotic night, when the storm outside matches the storm within, the wet window glass and the smell it brings in, the petrichor, the aeolian noises caressing the callous skin, the moon battling the dark clouds for its place in the sky, the stars nowhere to be seen. How can I miss it all? Shouldn't I sacrifice my sleep? for it's been a while since I've met another who resembles what I've been.
Swirl of wind, a leaf on my lap, The season is changing, says the leaf as if it's asking, 'are you?' Heart ach, it knows it's deed and deeds of the forgotten future, looking for the answers, asking to myself, 'am I?'
Time to leave, says the autumn leaf. As off she floats to chase the zephyr, the evanescent breeze.
Looking out the window warmth of sunrays soothing a winter within. They say there's life in them, in those rays yet no amount of life can warm the cold death within. So the mind plays a trick a trick not to see what's in front of it but to see what it wants to see. But why? Why conjure up a deception to get deceive? Is it looking for what it desires or is it missing something that it had already once perceived?
She needed his love to remember all the reasons why she deserved to be loved and being in love he has given all the reasons he can not knowing it'll never be enough.
Dancing to the melodies of these melancholy music, seeking liberation from liberation, in other words- craving subjugation. Better to be walking on the wrong paths than to not move at all, better to die daring than to die daily to the thoughts of it all. Yes, death is the purpose of living, death is the most fulfilling. This sickness of mine, cure for it is not a will to live but a cause worthy of dying for. Tired of being patient, putting together bits and pieces, of seeing all that's fault in all, of lacking the fatal fanaticism to devote my all, and be again what I was, be Nothing
The moon- Part and parcel of perpetual progression, an orbital swath, time and tide, eternal companion. Born of colossal impact, partial obliteration, coalesced and concentrated, astral aggregation. Many shades familiar face planetary pirouette, crater and dents for embellishments. -A man.
This one- a parable, a saga of cosmetic deception on my inebriated aesthetical perception. A sober expression of a cruel infliction by none other than my own predilection. Eyes opened with sound of birds chirping while sunshine flirting with the curtain, lips smiling as they remember the last night for it has blessed by a seraphic sight, fingers rowed away strands of her ruffled hairs as sculptor gives shape to his masterpiece- gentle and fair, petaled by waves of those tendril hair has now emerged that face, sunlit, from lair, so emerged, in mind, words of a wise man, putting a smile- smugly, "No one is that beautiful that under certain conditions, they can't look ugly".
There's a monster inside I keep on a leash, a behemoth of pride that feeds on the peace, ever ready to exact vengeance, machete deadly attacks endless. Have nothing to fear but fear itself, when chaos is near, peers into hell. There lies the beast I know too well, he asks for release and deceit compels. Went nearly insane to chain up the serpent contained is the key but also my burden.
Had no clue what she was saying her words, derailing rhythm, wailing. Said, "have no idea what am I doing", her expressions, complications brewing. By now it was clear she was drunk, sunk into that devotion of erosion, a self-loathing implosion, sluggish emotion, mental commotion. But she had an inkling what's happening, whispered sanely, "I'm maddening", then again goes mumbling, babbling fumbling. Bumbling like a wounded bee wings broken, struggling to flee. Was belligerent towards helping hands find them repulsive, rattling, stings, impulsive. Yet it was none of my business it's her life she was gambling, for me, just another chick rambling.
Hey Miss Cigarette, let me get you alone, set you on fire, put you where you belong. They say you're lethal many men's end, demise, like the soul of the Siren hiding under an alluring disguise. I say, so is Life, it's the biggest cause of death for no matter what a man does her charm kills him in the end. She is one of those who wants you to conquer, make her submit then take pleasure of her. But you, are one of very few, who desire no conquest, just smoulders her soul, dissolves it into her master. Thus why won't a man choose you over her, for you provide pleasure, unlike her torture, before the end of the Life's chapters!
I was raised to be a saint and saint fails to make it in the garden. Became a sinner, but the conscience kneeled everyday to be pardoned. So I murdered the tick of this conscience clock, counting every recoil of this sinner's glock, created a monster, organized my demons, created my own hell 'cos heaven isn't for heathens. I spread Rage for Love for they're too naive to see boredom might equal peace. Conditioned them to believe chaos belongs to passion, as they seek drama for release. Head's up, this isn't poetry that you read, it's a proclamation of damnation of wannabes. The saint has fallen, has risen the devil with wings. And this isn't the ending, rather a beginning of the end, of the war on being human that has just begun.
With a friend like me you don't need enemies. I'll scar you in all the ways that I deemed worthy of you to heal from, crumble your every hope that's making you blind about your own strength to overcome. Blind your eyes that looks up to the sky and say you can't fly, mutilate your tongue that mouths you can never be the real thing so you might as well pretend. Incinerate incredulous innocence against becoming that which you admired once, decimate dissolved dubium morph-mutate-seminate them in you as devotion. dismantle the dread & dismay that got you praying on your knees, for I'm not an angel sent here to help but the devil who's going to set you free. So that the next time, you don't wait for someone to come and rescue but look in the sadistic eyes of life and smile then say, 'just a minute, shortly I'll be off with you'.
Indulging in unfamiliar chaos, pursuing proximal peace.
From the stillness of tranquil mountains to the chaos of tumultuous cities, I am a perpetual wanderer, forever at ease.
Artifacts of curiosity.
Building solely for the sheer “high” of creation in the moments when an abstract concept becomes a physical codebase.
A terminal-based wallpaper manager that displays wallpapers in a grid, allowing users to select and set wallpapers while automatically customizing application color themes based on the chosen wallpaper.
A terminal-based app launcher, basic calculator, emoji picker, and extendable with custom command palette.
A browser extension that enables users to create personalized new tab pages and optional browser themes.
A highly feature-rich Linux system control panel as a Firefox home page, built using Baremetal for Arch Linux.
A fuzzy finder to quickly search through the vast collection of “awesome” GitHub repositories, directly in your browser.
Kitty terminal-based system panel for Linux, providing quick access to system information and controls.
js is a lightweight command-line utility that brings the simplicity and
readability of a modern scripting language over cryptic and numerous syntax for different tools like awk,
sed, jq, etc to your terminal commands.
Custom Arch-Based Desktop Environment for Linux.
A physical outlet for the drive to excel, an excuse to fight off the degeneration of aging.
The side quests of curiosity.
Apart from tech, I'm always on a side-quest to understand that which I didn't before. This has taken me into the realms of philosophy, psychology, and cognitive science.
For inquiries, discourse, or shared silence.
