January 13, 2007. Newark, New Jersey. Terminal B.

That’s where my American story began. One suitcase. A passport from Nepal. No plan B.

I didn’t come here running from war. I came chasing something. Something I saw in movies, in TV shows. in the pace, the chaos, the stories where people made something out of nothing.

All my friends screamed Australia, NO. I said, “One life. Might as well swing hard.” And so I jumped.

I’d read about racism. Thought I got it. Then an immigration officer looked at my paperwork and asked, “Who’s funding your education?”

“My family,” I said. “Is your family… Al Qaeda?”

Yep. That happened.

I wanted to yell, Nepal, bro. Mount freakin’ Everest. You know, the tall one? But I was 19. Too stunned. Too polite. And too focused on not messing this up. So I swallowed it. Got my stamp. And walked out into the country I chose for better, for worse.

The grind was real. The hunger was real. So was the loneliness. What most Americans won’t see, can’t see, is what I missed while I was building this life. Birthdays. Funerals. Weddings. My people growing old without me.

Some by circumstance. Some because I chose this path.

That guilt doesn’t vanish, it just gets quieter over time. Heavier too. I was raised by men and women who sowed courage and compassion into me. They gave me roots. But I had to grow the rest of me alone. Stone cold alone.

No one around when I signed my first lease or the surgery. No one to tell me I was messing up. No one to say, “You’re okay. Just keep going.”

This country toughened me differently. Maybe it was preparing me to survive here. To thrive in this lightning-fast, always-on society. But yeah, it left scars. Still, America gave me love.

Took it away. Gave it back again. Then handed me a family and every damn reason to protect it with an AR-15. (Kidding. Mostly.)

The career came too. Took time. Took hustle. Took years of figuring it out while pretending I already had. But I built something. Something I once only pictured from a cyber cafe in Chitwan. It felt like chasing a shadow until one day, I caught up to it.

Eighteen years in, and here’s the truth:

I’m not fully Nepali anymore.

My accent’s dented. Some jokes don’t land. My friends back home can’t always relate. They hear my stories and go, “Bro, you’ve changed.”

And they’re right. I have.

But I’m not fully American either. I still check Urban Dictionary.

Still don’t get small talk. And emojis? 

So where does that leave me?

Somewhere in the middle. Too foreign here. Too changed for there. A third-culture soul with an espresso habit and a Costco membership.

But maybe that’s exactly where I’m meant to be.

I’m still the same person who landed at Terminal B, Just with more receipts. More scars. More reasons to build, to stay, to love hard.

I’m a little more stubborn. A little more loud. A little more dangerously free. America isn’t perfect. Neither am I. But this strange, relentless, deeply human country?

It gave me the space to become someone I didn’t even have the words for back then.

And for that..Yeah…

I fucking love it.

The future is very unpredictable, but what can definitely be predicted is this: lazy people will be replaced by AI. I used to procrastinate until the very last moment. I lived by the flyby sound of deadlines.

Procrastination happens for many reasons, maybe you’re really good at what you do and there’s no need to rush. Maybe you get paid by the hour you spend. Or because of imposter syndrome. Or simply, we’re lazy and don’t feel the rush. I’ve done it. I don’t think I’m the only unicorn here.

As a tech product manager, my day job is to help corporations automate their business. I’ve been automating since I was in 8th grade, 13 years old. It was my dad’s business, but that demands a video of its own.

People get bored with repetition. When you have to do the same thing over and over, it’s boring. People also get bored when it doesn’t align with their vision. Or when it doesn’t create the impact they want to create. And there are hundreds more reasons.

Buuuut…

In every part of life and business, there are boring parts and processes. The daily grind is boring. Ideas, strategy, planning, that’s sexy. But the actual doing, and continuing to keep doing it… it’s boring. These boring bits and pieces are the very fabric of our life and society that keep us moving forward.

If we get bored of boring stuff, we’ll stagnate pretty quickly. And guess what, who doesn’t get bored? Machines. AI. They show up every day. They’re not perfect, definitely not greater than me, but despite their imperfection, they do what’s required. Day in, day out.

And AI is coming for the boring parts. It will replace those who get bored easily.

I blogged when it was a thing. It did well in its prime, but I got bored when the going got tough. I founded a food delivery startup before DoorDash was a household name, got bored when a few investors said no. I did 20 other different things, and when the going got tedious, I got bored.

Even this channel, I planned to start it a year ago. But I kept planning, because writing, filming, editing every day is tedious. It takes time, resources, and doesn’t pat you on the back for doing what’s needed. And it’s boring.

AI and machine learning are already automating the boring parts of our lives. If we get bored of our creative pursuits, it’ll automate that as well.

And the choice is yours: do you want to consume AI slop, or create something?

Throughout my entire adult life, one desire was consistent: making videos. Even though I did not know anything about filming or editing, I always wanted to record… record something meaningful.

All my life I have tried pursuing many hobbies and dabbling with many tech projects but there is something about videos that kept me gravitating towards it.

I am not sure why I pursued all these hobbies, maybe creative work fascinated me. Or I always wanted to prove that I can do it. Looking back to my younger years it feels like I wanted to do all this for validation, so that I can be enough. Yet for some reason I never found the courage to make one and even if I made any video I was too critical of myself for not doing a perfect job so I never finished what I started.

I wanted to fly before I could even crawl.

I guess that is the problem.

So, lets take the baby steps.

Instead of making content about what I am good at…if at any..I want to speak my mind and while doing so tell a story that you can relate to.