The Walking Contradiction

I am the classic overthinker deluxe edition — the kind of guy who will read Dostoevsky, rant about Vedanta, and then five minutes later Google "how to implement a rate limiter in JavaScript" like both problems belong in the same category.

I am a walking contradiction: I want to build an AI assistant that fetches YouTube playlists, while also plotting an escape to the Himalayas to live in a hut with my soulmate who may or may not exist outside my head. I am an existentialist with Wi-Fi.

I'll question life, chaos, death, corruption, and whether happiness is a privilege — but still lose hours scrolling MongoDB Atlas dashboards because "recruiters ko orgasm dilwana hai."

I want to become a hacker, a philosopher, a coder, a sage, a mountain monk, and the guy who flexes Docker containers at the same time. Pick one? Nah, boring. I am greedy for every identity, every label, every deep rabbit hole.

I am also, let's be honest, seeking genuine connection. I dream about meaningful relationships while simultaneously acknowledging society's shallow, transactional nature. I'm frustrated by people's surface-level interactions and their inability to think beyond the next paycheck, yet here I am slogging in the same system, chasing opportunities like Google Summer of Code, because apparently enlightenment doesn't pay rent.

I am the guy who channels emotions constructively, carries responsibility for family's sake, but still wants to break the system, smash barriers, and build an ideal world where my parents finally breathe in peace. I want my parents' sacrifices to not be wasted — and yes, that motivation drives me harder than any textbook.

And oh, the cherry: I overcommit to everything. I'll say I'm focusing on Python, then dive into JavaScript, then get distracted by networking, then suddenly I'm back to philosophy because why not? I call it "growth," but really it's organized chaos in a hoodie. I am my own paradox — too complex to fit in simple boxes, too restless to sit still, too idealistic to settle, and too self-aware to fake optimism.