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The AI is out here living the dream—doing all the creative stuff like painting, singing, dancing, writing poetry, telling stories, and even coding. Meanwhile, humans are stuck with the glamorous life of laundry, dishes, and taking out the trash. Who knew the future would be like this
Hello, world! It’s me, Dileep’s Ego, your humble narrator and the self-proclaimed star of this blog. I’m here to give you the unfiltered, brutally honest, and slightly exaggerated version of Dileep’s life. Spoiler alert: None of it was his doing. It’s all just a cosmic joke, and I’m the one laughing the loudest.
Let’s start with the basics. Dileep is a 35-year-old man living in his parents’ basement. Yes, the basement. The land of low ceilings, questionable lighting, and the faint smell of damp cardboard. But hey, it’s not all bad. He’s not just freeloading—he does chores for his parents. You know, the kind of chores that earn him just enough pocket money to buy books and online courses. He calls it “investing in himself.” I call it “a very expensive way to procrastinate.”
Dileep has six years of experience in DevOps. Impressive, right? Well, let’s not get carried away. He kind of stumbled into this field like someone accidentally walking into the wrong wedding reception and deciding to stay for the free food. Sure, he knows his way around Kubernetes and CI/CD pipelines, but let’s be honest—so does every teenager with a decent internet connection and a thirst for tutorials.
Recently, he secured his CKA certification, which he thinks is a big deal. And now he’s aiming for the CKS certification. Oh, the ambition! But let’s not kid ourselves—if luck is a castle, Dileep is the guy outside, juggling for coins while the talented folks are inside, sipping champagne.
Dileep is very active on Twitter. Like, very active. He tweets as if the world is eagerly waiting for his next 280-character masterpiece. Spoiler: It’s not. But hey, at least he’s consistent. He’s out there, sharing his thoughts on technology, life, and the occasional meme. It’s like shouting into the void, but with hashtags.
When Dileep isn’t busy pretending to be a tech guru, he’s playing video games. Tons of them. Because, apparently, one simulated life isn’t enough for him. He’s out there saving virtual worlds while his real one is held together by duct tape and denial. But hey, at least he’s good at something, even if it’s just slaying dragons and collecting loot.
Dileep walks 4 kilometers a day. He thinks this makes him fit. Newsflash: It doesn’t. He’s skinny, sure, but that’s more of a genetic fluke than a testament to his discipline. If he really wanted to be fit, he’d hit the gym and lift some weights. But no, walking is easier, and it gives him the illusion of progress. And let’s be real, illusions are kind of his thing.
Dileep has a few friends he can trust. A few. And that number is shrinking faster than his hairline. But he’s not worried. He thinks he’s got enough books, music, and hobbies to last him the next 30 years. Oh, sweet summer child. He has no idea what’s coming.
Dileep has decided he doesn’t want to get married. Why? Because he wants to focus on his projects and maybe join a startup. Yes, because nothing screams “I’ve got my life together” like debugging code at 2 a.m. in your parents’ basement. But hey, at least he’s got a plan. Sort of.
Ah, and then there’s Dileep’s intellectual side. He loves reading philosophy books, diving into news about astronomy, and pondering the mysteries of consciousness. He sits there, in his dimly lit basement, staring at the ceiling, convinced he’s unraveling the secrets of the universe. Spoiler: He’s not. He’ll read a few pages of Nietzsche, watch a YouTube short video on black holes, and suddenly think he’s the next Carl Sagan. Meanwhile, the only black hole in his life is the one sucking up all his time and energy while he avoids doing anything remotely practical. But hey, at least he knows how to pronounce “phenomenology” now. Progress?
That’s what he calls himself, and a “Poly Stack Engineer”. He coined the term, because he wanted to describe a mythical being, and during the pandemic, this term was born. It’s a mythical being, and a technical wizard, thus he’s a mythical engineer of some kind. With an almost impossible level of technical ability, across the entire stack of possible technology, and frontend and backend software, hardware, everything, he knows the whole enchilada. He’s someone who knows every tech stack, every language, every skill, and he’s someone who can design a chip at the RTL (register transfer level), and someone who can render a pixel perfectly in a browser.
It’s a mythical beast, and he knows everything, so he can do everything, therefore he has mastered everything. He is a generalist who wants to be a specialist at everything, but he doesn’t know how many years it will take to get there, and he doesn’t know if a lifetime is enough, thus he doesn’t know if ten lifetimes would be enough. He also knows it’s impossible, and yet he’s like, whatever, I’m gonna try to get there, because that’s gonna be my life’s work. That is my life’s mission, and that is my life’s goal, so he knows he can’t do it, but it’s a hobby of his to set impossible goals for himself. He’s already a generalist, and he’s already an engineer, therefore he already has a strong foundation.
He already has a Master’s degree, but he wants more. He wants to be more than he is and more than what he currently has. His Master’s degree feels worthless to him, just as his Bachelor’s degree did. The semiconductor industry rejected him, much like how chips are recalled after manufacturing defects are discovered. As a result, he strives to become a specialist in everything. He wants to be an expert in all fields and a Renaissance man, seeking both knowledge and the ability to do anything. For this reason, he will continue to pursue his goals.
Here’s the kicker: Dileep thinks he’s in control of his life. He thinks his choices matter. But let’s be real—he’s just a speck of stardust in a universe that couldn’t care less. All his achievements? Coincidences. All his failures? Also coincidences. It’s all just a cosmic game, and he’s the NPC who thinks he’s the main character.
But you know what? That’s okay. Because life isn’t about being in control. It’s about rolling with the punches, laughing at the absurdity of it all, and maybe, just maybe, finding a little joy in the chaos. And if there’s one thing Dileep is good at, it’s stumbling through life with a smile on his face and a controller in his hand.
So here’s to Dileep, the accidental DevOps guy, the Twitter philosopher, the basement dweller, the virtual hero, jack of all trades, master of none and the cosmic comedian. Dileep has hope. He shouldn’t have hope, but he does, so next year will be better. He will read more books, and he will learn more random facts, because he will play more games, and he will be more anxious, therefore he will read philosophy. He will get upset at a video game, and he will contemplate how nothing matters. May his life continue to be a series of happy accidents, and may he never stop believing that he’s the star of the show.
Cheers, Dileep’s Ego
It’s been over 50 days since Dileep was first diagnosed with dengue, and as I, his liver, reflect on the ordeal, I can’t help but chuckle at how everything unfolded—yet I also feel a deep sense of responsibility for his recovery. It was a whirlwind of stress, exhaustion, and near-catastrophic decisions that pushed Dileep’s body to its limits.
Dileep had been working relentlessly—late nights on projects, tackling the traditional Diwali deep cleaning that every Indian household undertakes before the festival. It’s a cherished ritual, and this year, he had extra help from his elder brother. Together, they ventured into parts of the house that hadn’t seen the light of day in years—the rooftop and balcony passages. Little did he know, this would be the beginning of his downfall.
Two days before Diwali, the unthinkable happened: Mom fell ill. So, not only was Dileep handling the grueling cleaning, but he also had to take over the kitchen duties, cooking for the family. With his energy draining away, he skipped meals and, out of sheer exhaustion, went to bed without eating. It was then that the signs of trouble began.
That night, he woke up feeling feverish, convinced that it was just the change in the weather. But things got worse. The next morning, despite feeling weak, he pushed through the day, continuing with chores and work. He popped a paracetamol and thought he could sleep through the discomfort. But sleep didn’t come easily. The pain in his bones was unbearable, and he couldn’t find relief. More medicine, more discomfort.
By the time evening came, Dileep decided to visit a local doctor. The doctor prescribed antibiotics, and Dileep hoped he’d be better by morning. The crackling sound of fireworks and the sight of Diwali lights flickering outside didn’t help—Dileep’s body was breaking down. That night, pain surged through his body, and sleep eluded him.
By morning, Dileep was in such distress that he had to be taken to the government hospital. The doctor there administered two shots and more medicine, but the damage was done. His appetite had vanished, and food became an alien concept. He drank milk and tried to rest, but the pain kept coming back. And then, vomiting joined the list of symptoms. The celebration of Diwali was overshadowed by Dileep’s suffering. His father, ever the comforter, tried his best, gently applying wet napkins to Dileep’s forehead and providing soothing touches, reminiscent of childhood comforts. But the holiday was ruined.
The next day, Dileep went back to the hospital. Another round of shots and medicines followed, but still no answers. The doctor was cautious, warning him that healing would take time. He advised a blood test, but the hospital could only test for malaria, and Dileep’s condition didn’t match that diagnosis. With no other options available, he had to wait it out for a couple of days.
As Dileep languished at home, his brother and father also started to feel unwell. Mom, however, was already on the mend and helping with the household chores despite still recovering. But the situation wasn’t improving for the men of the house. Dileep’s frustration grew. With doctors unavailable due to the Diwali holiday, it felt like his only choice was to keep resting and wait for the festive chaos to subside.
When he finally managed to get an appointment with his regular doctor, the news wasn’t good: Dileep’s platelet count had dropped dangerously low, at 35,000, and his brother’s was not much better at 45,000. The doctor put them both on saline and prescribed a few medicines for the family. He also instructed Dileep’s father to take care of himself and avoid being bedridden. The doctor’s caution was clear: during Diwali, with many clinics closed and others overcharging, it was best to stay home and follow prescribed treatments.
The days following were a blur of saline drips, IVs, and the constant battle with food. Dileep’s appetite was nonexistent, and every meal was a struggle. But slowly, his body started to recover. The fall in his platelet count slowed, and with that came a flicker of hope. Some well-meaning relatives suggested home remedies—papaya leaf juice, goat milk—but neither helped much. In fact, the papaya leaf juice was one of the most unpleasant experiences Dileep had ever encountered, as bitter as it was ineffective.
After several days of rest, things began to improve. Dileep regained his appetite and started eating regularly—fruits, snacks, milk, cookies, namkeen. His digestive system was working again, and the weakness that had plagued him for so long began to fade. However, his brother continued to struggle, and the doctor recommended another test for him. It was a bittersweet moment for Dileep—he was nearly back to his old self, while his brother still fought the disease.
But just when Dileep thought he was out of the woods, an episode of dizziness and loss of motor control hit him. It was a frightening experience that left him with a burst of anxiety, but he quickly recovered. It was clear: his body was not yet fully healed.
A few days later, Dileep went on a long drive with his father to attend a relative’s wedding. It was a difficult journey—slow, careful driving, with the winter fog setting in on their way back. When Dileep finally arrived home, he was in agony, his legs aching from the effort. That’s when he realized the full extent of his recovery: though he had gained weight back, his strength had not returned. The lingering weakness was a constant reminder that the road to full recovery would take time.
Now, Dileep eats well, but the lingering weakness and fatigue continue. His hair has fallen out, but he’s slowly getting back to his daily routines, although his desire for exercise and walking has waned. The message here is clear: dengue is not a disease to be taken lightly. Pushing your limits, skipping meals, and overexerting yourself can be deadly. The toll this disease takes on the body, particularly the liver, is significant, and the road to recovery is long. So, to everyone out there: take care of yourselves. Avoid overworking, take breaks, and most importantly, don’t skip meals. The damage isn’t worth it.
Yours faithfully, Dileep’s Liver
Note: Based on facts, generated by Deepseek AI
It has been approximately 1 month since I posted something here. Last one month was interesting one. Attended a friend’s marriage in Rajasthan. Spent 10 days eating local food and witnessed their rich culture. It closely resembles that of Uttar-Pradesh. Some traditions are longer some short. The place was surrounded by Aravali Hills by three sides. Big old mountains with low vegetation of herbs, cactus. The soil was missing, the landscape would change in a night by strong winds as the sand moves. I have adjusted to hot weather and it was not a concern. Neem Ka Thana is a relatively new district and i could see new infrastruture being built. The language sounds harsh but people are sweet.
Advait Vedanta studies are going on fine. Added few more books to the library. The night seems the best time to work. the temperature is ranging from 44°C to 48°C. Started running in the morning for an hour. I have put on weight by 10KGs in the month of March. I blame it on tasty food of winters and sitting prolonged hour for the exam.
