blog on Gautham Shankar

social media is one of the worst things that has happened to humanity. everything was fine until youtube and the old facebook. the algorithm has deteriorated the human mind. llms and chatbots pose an even greater threat. we don’t need more echo chambers,…

I’ve been using Obsidian for all my writing lately, and it’s been a game changer.

Time is not just numbers on a clock - it’s slices of our life that we give away.

Masters of Doom, by David Kushner, tells the story of the two Johns - John Romero and John Carmack; and how they created Doom and Quake - which revolutionised computer games, giving rise to the gaming culture as it exists today.

AI should help me find words to my thoughts, and should not do the thinking for me.

I love the moments of silence in company of people dear to you - a lover or perhaps an old friend.

some envision a future where ai renders humans obsolete; many remain unconcerned, going about their everyday lives. i prefer to strike a balance, staying at the forefront of developments and figuring out how to stay relevant. in its current form, ai is a…

morning cup of coffee, evening cup of tea. afternoon nap after a full lunch. siesta. smell of rain. sound of rain. petrichor. reading by a window, lying on the bed. watching the washing machine wash. working hard on important things. a clean room, a bed t…

Have you ever caught yourself thinking that a certain achievement or possession will make you happier?

about six months ago, i started contemplating the purchase of a new bike. my existing ride was sufficient, but i longed for a more powerful machine - one that brought me joy beyond mere commuting. i wanted to buy the perfect bike for me, just that i had no

i recently published bookmarksheet, a tool for adding your favorite web content to google sheet in a single click. why build it when there is a plethora of bookmarking apps out there?

I love the beach for its gentle breeze, caressing my face.

I have two great passions in life - writing and building.

A biscuit dip with a stiff stiff grip but the biscuit slips Oh, a luckless " blip " The perfect dip now a sunken ship. ⁣ ⁣

Her fluttering hair, soaked⁣ in the ocean air. ⁣ ⁣

“It’s a Punaar Puli”, he would say.

The third time today it struck me I ain’t so naive.