27/12/2025
an unfiltered message to all my well wishers.
I have lived a very good life.
I had a beautiful childhood. I was born in a loving family where my qll my wishes were often fulfilled even before I asked. My adulthood was even better. I made lifelong frfriends with whom I am still in touch with today,andcontinuing to work on passion projects.
Against all odds, I pursued my passion as a profession, driven by nothing but blind belief that somehow, I would come out alright on the other side. For a long time, I carried an inferiority complex for not choosing a “typical” career path like medicine or engineering. I wanted to prove something—not just to others, but to myself—that I could live the same quality of life by doing what I loved.
Today, I can proudly and confidently say that I did earned enough—if not more—than many of my peers who followed conventional paths. But more importantly, while they worked hard, I felt like I was playing. around Work never felt like work.I found early, what I like and as Nitze said, I was happy to let it kill me. I joined meetings, made plans for future projects, and dreamt relentlessly. I even worked from my ICU bed—not because I had to, but because I wanted to. Weekends often made me sad and lonely because I wouldn’t get to work.
Eventually, I did more than alright. I worked with some of the finest artists and academics from around the world, on top-tier productions, and learned endlessly. My students went on to studios like Blizzard, Riot Games, and many others. Sometimes I still find it difficult to believe—but they did it, and now I am learning from them.
In the past few days, I found myself surrounded by world-class UK academics by my bedside, having deep conversations about life, education, and how learning can be made more practical and joyful. During this time, I also witnessed the stark duality of human nature.
On one hand, after returning from the ICU with a cancer diagnosis, I had to process the heartbreak of from my wife,who came to the UK as my dependent, for whom I spent thousands of pounds—leaving me wiyhin a couple of day of diagnosisamid alltype of family drama, and mental torture from herself and her extended family reached to such an extent that eventually ended up calling police to subside the situation. while also securing my hard earned finances so that she would not receive none of it upon my departure, while waiting over my dead body just like vultures and haeenas.. That shattered something inside me and momentarily made me lose faith in humanity.
But on the other hand, I received hundreds of cards from students and industry colleagues—some of whom I had never even met in person. I received messages from some of the most prominent researchers in the UK. My former Head of Department offered to stay with me, take care of me, cook my favorite meals, and drive me around if needed. also, evenets like Strangers hugged me tightly during my most vulnerable moments seeing me in tears with stiched on every possible angles on my head infront of London bridge guys cancer cnter., even with my head freshly stitchedbandaged.
These acts restored my faith in humanity.
Because of all this, I can honestly say that the last few days have been the best days of my life. They made me realize that, in my own way, I touched hearts.but I have no regrets. If I were to die today, I would die a happy man.
Recently, I was reading The Test of My Life by Yuvraj Singh, where he wrote that he never questioned God when he hit six sixes in an over, won the World Cup, or became a star admired by a billion people—so why would he question God when he got cancer? I feel the same way.
I have always been privileged in my own way. Wherever I went, I was loved, cared for, and supported. Maybe I somehow charmed my way through life—perhaps my innocent-looking face helped—but regardless, the good things I experienced, coming from a middle-class background, were beyond what one could reasonably dream of.
So I say this with complete honesty: I have no regrets. In the last few days I could hold my parents wrinkled hands and kiss their cheeks, the overed all over with the smell of my mom's clothes felt amazing. I had the pleasure to taken care by my only siblings my dear friend my sister.
And if I come through this with the learnings I have gained, I guarantee that I will make history in every possible way. I will work even harder, for the sake of humanity, and dedicate myself to it fully.
Forgive me if this sounds too cocky—l,but I hope you will understand. I have endured enough suffering, both mental and physical, to earn this confidence.
So the moral of the story is : there is no need to feel sorry for me. I am happier than many peoplewho are living healthy lives. Cancer couldn't take away anyhing from me except the illusion of those toxic, greedy vultures I once mistook for people.rather it gifted me gratitude with crystal, clear reflections on the lfe I lived d so far & a Blueprint to greatness. .heres a glimpse of my last few days.
So I’m going all in, mates for one last time.see you all on the other end.,,
