I wrote my first introduction here in 2018; when I started this website. 2 years later, I have realized that that introduction, is now just a sweet reminder of where I started. Who I was 2 years back. All the walking I have done to get to where I am today. I am going to let that stay here as well; to give me perspective. To give you perspective. That after clear skin and toned legs were out of the way, I did find better aspirations. I also realized I wasn’t as smart as I thought and that the only way to make the world a better place is to make yourself a better person.
For people new here, I am a writer and filmmaker. I run a digital agency and this website by the name of NO FOMO; for me, it all comes together very neatly under the blanket of story-telling.
More than the Oscars, I now want to be able to write two books before I move on, to the next world. If I somehow, don’t get the chance to do that in this life, I hope to get my book to each one of you there. I still love my mother the most but no longer care for square nails or Beyonce, as much as I used to.
Introduction written in 2018:
I think I am smart. I try to be humble about it. I used to be confident, currently working on regaining it back.
A recurrent thought is how can I make the world a better place? Most days I think the answer lies in being a thug, and having an army, and you know, being Arya Stark. I am currently exploring the possibility of a less dramatic approach. Though, I might still name my daughter Arya.
I like to write, everything from stories to articles to hard hitting whatsapp messages. I love cinema; its magic and power. Humans interest me; their pain and glory, their secrets and expression, their suffering and healing… Not how a or the possibility of aliens. Stories, religion, philosophy… drama, poetry, dance… is what fascinates me.
I love my mother the most. I am obsessed with Beyonce and Ellen Degeneres. I am also obsessive about how my tea is made, my hair is washed and if my nails are perfectly square. I like to meditate, go for long walks, cook and occasionally dress up. My imaginary Oscar speech is better than most; it makes me cry every time. I cry. Sometimes. Secretly. I laugh more than I cry so it’s cool. I aspire for toned legs, glowing skin and for more profound aspirations.