Busy But Not Productive

Studies, Projects aur Chatpate Gaane!

Hello!! Hello!! Hello!! ✌🏻

Haanji, kaisa chalra hai sab? Sahi toh hai na? Main toh pyaara hu, theek theek hafta tha ye.

It’s 2:18 AM on Monday, 07/07. (Oh—and happy birthday, by the way 🎉)

I'm writing this late because for the past hour, I’ve been dancing non-stop to some spicy beats. The track playing right now? “Aa Re Pritam Pyare.”, maja aara hai behenchod sunne me, vibe krte krte likh raha hu.

My younger brother’s unwell, so tonight I’m sleeping in his room. It’s the only space right now where I have complete privacy—no knocks, no interruptions. He’s with Mummy because his fever keeps fluctuating, rising and falling without a pattern.

So yeah, what I was saying—nothing major happened this week. Just one of those quiet, usual weeks. Rain. Study. Barely stepped out. Stay busy. Stay grounded. That kind of life.

Even this week, rain kept dominating everything in my hometown. But what could anyone do? Rain’s the kind of thing that doesn’t ask for permission. It just shows up—uninvited, unpredictable. Just when I thought, “Alright, it’s done now…” Boom. Out of nowhere—downpour again. Typical.

Built my portfolio this week—had to. You need something solid to show clients, right? For now, it’s up on Notion. Gets the job done. Behenchod bohot maja aara hai ye chatpate gaane sunne me, abhi “Halkat Jawaani” chalra hai. Mere spotify subscription ka best use hora hai! 🤣

So yeah, as I was saying—my portfolio. Here’s the link. Take a look if you want to, but honestly, there’s nothing impressive in there yet.

Most of my time was consumed by studies—back-to-back classes left no room to breathe. And even if I did get a moment, revisions, note-making, and question practice would eat it up. The result? Some days, I couldn’t even find time to code.

Handwriting kaisi hai meri?

I'm running hand-to-mouth—one unplanned thing and the entire week falls apart. The schedule is packed. Every minute accounted for. I'm busy but not productive. And if I don't fix this now, all this grind will mean nothing for you, for me, for anyone. Something has to change.

Started posting on Instagram to build my personal brand. The handle was devmanas.in, but it didn’t feel right (to someone who doesn’t even read this). So I changed it to moonstack.in. Nothing else to say—for now.

Spoke to a lot of people this week. Nothing deep—just the usual life updates. Not in the mood to talk about who said what (aur vo sab matter bhi nahi karega kal). I’m in a good mood right now. Really good. The kind where your body wants to dance, But your eyes beg for sleep. So I’m hitting publish now. Because if I don’t sleep now, tomorrow won’t go well. And you know how that feels.

Last night, I sneaked out for a walk without telling my parents—since I’m sleeping in my brother’s room. The chaupati was dead silent. Not a black dog was in sight. Pitch dark. And I was all alone. Man, the fear? Real. Every step felt like something could go wrong. The kind of fear that crawls under your skin and refuses to leave. Bohot gaand fatri thi. 🤣

I will do my beard tomorrow

Nothing new was cooked at home this week—just the usual meals. I’ve also started eating less. The belly’s growing, and that’s reason enough. That’s it for this week. Before you go, watch this reel. Let’s wrap it up right here.

Are behenchod, it’s almost 3 AM and while I was writing, my Spotify suddenly switched to romantic songs. Even my playlist has its own breakdowns sometimes—just like me. Switched off the romantic songs—played Chunari Chunari instead. Maja aari hai ab sunne me!

Felt a strange déjà vu this evening. Like something happened—exactly how I’d seen it before. Weird part? It felt too real. Good thing I haven’t seen anything bad in those flashes yet. Jiss hisaab se sapne sach ho rahe hai, bhagwaan kre vo entrance exam vala sapna bhi pura ho jaaye bss! 🙏🏻

And with that, just so you know—I’m not dead yet.

Here’s the link to read previous issue: Studying, Wandering, Wondering

Have a great week!

Manas xx 🥂