Renunciation and Monk-hood.
They say writers don’t need to have children, maybe also true for other creative people also. The thing is they use their writing to survive after they are gone. Another reason, might be that people with kids just don’t find time for anything else. People who are married, want Sanyaas and people who are single crave for a family. So here is my leap into Sanyaas, so far I was living a rather domesticated life even after being divorced for 20 years. Domestication is living like a dog, Sanyaas is living like a wolf. Because I don’t care what happens, JK.
What All Did I Renounce
I sold my MacBook Air 2017, for 8.8K and gave away all my formal clothes. What pained me most was giving away that wedding jacket and suit which I wore just once in 10 years. They look so good, but I stopped attending wedding long back and I lugged it around with me, for over four house changes.
The problem with the selling the MacBook, is now I cannot do the complex stuff I did, like building a website and setting up meta ad campaigns for my clients and the various knowledge management softwares I used. It is going to impact the way I work.
I feel the MacBook was becoming too much of my identity. That’s the problem with apple products, it makes you a part of the yuppie elite when you have peanuts in your bank account. I wanted to give the iPad away too, but last week I sat on the ipad and the screen is got discoloured so the man said, we can pay you only Rs 2k. I then decided to keep it, as the iPhone screen of my 12 mini is well mini. I am still wondering how I will work only with my ipad. This will take some radical UI orientation.
What clothes I own now.
I have just 2 track pants and 4 shorts and about 6 Tshorts and one hoodie for winter, one jacket for rains and a military type jacket for light chilly weather. I threw away the one blue jeans along with my formal pants.
Life will be lived wearing track pants and shorts. That means, anyone who offers me a job, to save me from starvation, will need to offer me clothes also, unless is he ok, to see me working in track pants, my last employer, encouraged casuals as it was a creative agency, but when I asked permission to come in track pants, he said, that is way too casual.
No Plan to take a white collar job.
I would ideally like to be a cook, I want to avoid white collar jobs, I want to do the white collar job only for myself. I feel my knowledge is too precious for anyone else. I will be the only person who is allowed to exploit my knowledge.
But, I suck at cleaning, cooking and my eyesight is not so good, to be a driver.
How will I make money?
This Substack has a paid option. So far, it is all free, but somewhere I am hoping that I will start begging for donations here. I am waiting for some divine signal where people are reading my newsletter. So far, it feels like a loser blabbering away. It is too much self-centered. I have 2k people on this mailing list, they are such diverse set of people, that I cannot please everyone. I would rather have just 100 people who read this newsletter, but I want this 100 cohort size like to be my super fans, even 10 would do. Where are my 10 groupies, pls, everyone needs to be a rock star for atleast 10 people!!
I usually watch how the subscribers are reading. What I found most shocking is people who I have met in real life, who called me to their homes and fed me or asked me out for coffee have been the first one to stop reading. Gosh, That hurts a bit. It makes me wonder, I must be a terrible person, that people who met me in person would rather not read me?
I know why this happens, everyone you meet forms an opinion about you and if you don’t confirm to their opionion of you, there is cognitive dissonance and they then unsubscribe.
Also, Reading is hard, reading is time consuming, people like to scroll. But those people who read, think I am too low brow. They feel, this guy is too much of a rookie, a provincial guy, not well travelled and doesn’t have international exposure. Everyone has to find a niche, I am looking for one, maybe this nomadic life is my writing niche. I am certainly trying to get some travel done. Maybe I will get worn down and settle or just die is a remote village in the Himalayas.
Mukti, we all have to die
The idea is not to be suicidal, but take more risks, play with life and death. We all feel, life is so much suffering and challenging that it all should end. Except a few moments of happiness, life is generally very tough. There is a paradox, the more suffering the more bliss. Some Sadhu on Instagram said, I pray to God, to give me more sufferings. He said, if you suffer a lot, you escape the misery of reincarnation and the life and birth cycle. You achieve true Mukti.
What are my plans
A documentary maker called me today, he said I might be covering Mahakumbh and I heard from a common friend that you are also going to write about it. I said, not really, I am just there to explore, if there is a way to live my life other than the way I have lived so far. I told him I didn’t have enough money when I was making 3L per month and didn’t have enough money when I was making 20k a month. So chasing more and more money doesn’t make sense to me, which I feel is what most of the people are actively working towards.
Me and Monk-hood
I plan to get rid of the track pants and eventually plan to roam around in orange or Osho robes. I think it is very convenient to maintain. It is easy to wash and dry.
It all depends on which monastery takes me in. A friend has sent me the contact of one Akhada master, let’s see if he agrees to initiate me. TBH, I don’t know the head or tail of this master or monkhood stuff, I am just wondering if there is a way to live life, other than the way I have been living.
I would love some feedback
In case you find my journey useful or you think I am completely off my rockers, let me know. There is nothing in this world which is more precious than feedback. You also, can acknowledge your feedback via a paid subscription.
In my earlier blogpost I wrote about why I am quitting [[# Renunciation and Monk-hood.
They say writers don’t need to have children, maybe also true for other creative people also. The thing is they use their writing to survive after they are gone. Another reason, might be that people with kids just don’t find time for anything else. People who are married, want Sanyaas and people who are single crave for a family. So here is my leap into Sanyaas, so far I was living a rather domesticated life even after being divorced for 20 years. Domestication is living like a dog, Sanyaas is living like a wolf. Because I don’t care what happens. JK.
What All Did I Renounce
I sold my MacBook Air 2017, for 8.8K and gave away all my formal clothes. What pained me most was giving away that wedding jacket and suit which I wore just once in 10 years. They look so good, but I stopped attending wedding long back and I lugged it around with me, for over four house changes.
The problem with the selling the MacBook, is now I cannot do the complex stuff I did, like building a website and setting up meta ad campaigns for my clients and the various knowledge management softwares I used. It is going to impact the way I work.
I feel the MacBook was becoming too much of my identity. That’s the problem with apple products, it makes you a part of the yuppie elite when you have peanuts in your bank account. I wanted to give the iPad away too, but last week I sat on the ipad and the screen is got discoloured so the man said, we can pay you only Rs 2k. I then decided to keep it, as the iPhone screen of my 12 mini is well mini. I am still wondering how I will work only with my ipad. This will take some radical UI orientation.
What clothes I own now.
I have just 2 track pants and 4 shorts and about 6 Tshorts and one hoodie for winter, one jacket for rains and a military type jacket for light chilly weather. I threw away the one blue jeans along with my formal pants.
Life will be lived wearing track pants and shorts. That means, anyone who offers me a job, to save me from starvation, will need to offer me clothes also, unless is he ok, to see me working in track pants, my last employer, encouraged casuals as it was a creative agency, but when I asked permission to come in track pants, he said, that is way too casual.
No Plan to take a white collar job.
I would ideally like to be a cook, I want to avoid white collar jobs, I want to do the white collar job only for myself. I feel my knowledge is too precious for anyone else. I will be the only person who is allowed to exploit my knowledge.
But, I suck at cleaning, cooking and my eyesight is not so good, to be a driver.
How will I make money?
This Substack has a paid option. So far, it is all free, but somewhere I am hoping that I will start begging for donations here. I am waiting for some divine signal where people are reading my newsletter. So far, it feels like a loser blabbering away. It is too much self-centered. I have 2k people on this mailing list, they are such diverse set of people, that I cannot please everyone. I would rather have just 100 people who read this newsletter, but I want this 100 cohort size like to be my super fans, even 10 would do. Where are my 10 groupies, pls, everyone needs to be a rock star for atleast 10 people!!
I usually watch how the subscribers are reading. What I found most shocking is people who I have met in real life, who called me to their homes and fed me or asked me out for coffee have been the first one to stop reading. Gosh, That hurts a bit. It makes me wonder, I must be a terrible person, that people who met me in person would rather not read me?
I know why this happens, everyone you meet forms an opinion about you and if you don’t confirm to their opionion of you, there is cognitive dissonance and they then unsubscribe.
Also, Reading is hard, reading is time consuming, people like to scroll. But those people who read, think I am too low brow. They feel, this guy is too much of a rookie, a provincial guy, not well travelled and doesn’t have international exposure. Everyone has to find a niche, I am looking for one, maybe this nomadic life is my writing niche. I am certainly trying to get some travel done. Maybe I will get worn down and settle or just die is a remote village in the Himalayas.
Mukti, we all have to die
The idea is not to be suicidal, but take more risks, play with life and death. We all feel, life is so much suffering and challenging that it all should end. Except a few moments of happiness, life is generally very tough. There is a paradox, the more suffering the more bliss. Some Sadhu on Instagram said, I pray to God, to give me more sufferings. He said, if you suffer a lot, you escape the misery of reincarnation and the life and birth cycle. You achieve true Mukti.
What are my plans
A documentary maker called me today, he said I might be covering Mahakumbh and I heard from a common friend that you are also going to write about it. I said, not really, I am just there to explore, if there is a way to live my life other than the way I have lived so far. I told him I didn’t have enough money when I was making 3L per month and didn’t have enough money when I was making 20k a month. So chasing more and more money doesn’t make sense to me, which I feel is what most of the people are actively working towards.
Me and Monk-hood
I plan to get rid of the track pants and eventually plan to roam around in orange or Osho robes. I think it is very convenient to maintain. It is easy to wash and dry.
It all depends on which monastery takes me in. A friend has sent me the contact of one Akhada master, let’s see if he agrees to initiate me. TBH, I don’t know the head or tail of this master or monkhood stuff, I am just wondering if there is a way to live life, other than the way I have been living.
I would love some feedback
In case you find my journey useful or you think I am completely off my rockers, let me know. There is nothing in this world which is more precious than feedback. You also, can acknowledge your feedback via a paid subscription.
In my earlier blogpost I wrote about why I am quitting Surrender is not Defeat - Mahakhumb Calling