Author: anandnataraj

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Patience Is Not Waiting — It Is How You Hold Yourself When Nothing Moves


There are phases in life where everything slows down without your permission.

Decisions get delayed.
Results don’t come.
Closures keep shifting.

And slowly, what gets tested is not your capability…
but your patience.

For a long time, even I misunderstood patience.

I thought patience meant staying quiet… waiting… adjusting.
But when delays started stretching beyond comfort, I realised something uncomfortable.

Waiting is the easiest part.
Holding yourself together while waiting is the real test.

That’s when I started seeing patience in three different layers — not as theory, but as something you live through.

1. Mental Patience — When your mind refuses to stay still

This is where it starts.

One delay becomes ten thoughts.
“Why is this happening?”
“Did I make a mistake?”
“How long will this go on?”

Your mind doesn’t wait. It runs ahead of reality.

Mental patience is not about stopping thoughts.
That’s not practical.

It is about not believing every thought your mind throws during uncertainty.

Because in such phases, your mind is not giving clarity…
it is reacting to discomfort.

If you don’t build mental patience,
you will suffer more from your thoughts than from the actual situation.

2. Emotional Patience — When frustration builds silently

Delays don’t hurt in one big moment.

They hurt in small drops.

A postponed decision.
An expected call that didn’t come.
An outcome that got pushed again.

Nothing dramatic.
But it accumulates.

And one day, irritation becomes your default mood.

Emotional patience is the ability to not react from that accumulated frustration.

Not every situation deserves your reaction.
Not every delay needs an emotional response.

Because once emotions take control,
you start making decisions to escape discomfort… not to solve the problem.

3. Action Patience — The hardest of all

This is where most people break.

Not because they failed…
but because they stopped acting when results didn’t show up.

You start asking:
“What’s the point?”

You slow down.
Then you pause.
Then you disconnect.

Action patience is the ability to continue doing your part… even when results are invisible.

No validation.
No confirmation.
No guarantee.

Just consistent action.

This is not easy.
This is strength.

If I have to put it simply:

Patience is not about how long you can wait.
It is about how well you can think, feel, and act while you wait.

There are phases where life will not give you answers on your timeline.

And during those times, society will not understand your patience either.

They will measure your life by speed.
You are living it through endurance.

That’s why patience feels lonely.

But here is what I’ve realised from going through such phases:

You don’t need everything to move
for you to keep moving.

And that changes everything.

We Leave Pepper Behind. History Didn’t.


I was eating ven pongal today.

Same usual scene.

Soft pongal… ghee smell… cashews… and those black pepper balls sitting quietly in between.

And like most of us do… I pushed them aside.

Then suddenly a thought hit me.

We casually remove pepper from our plate… but there was a time when people crossed oceans, risked lives, and built empires just for this small black thing.

Pepper was not just a spice.

It was black gold.

In Europe, especially during the medieval period, pepper was so valuable that it was used as currency. People paid rent, taxes, even dowries using pepper. Food there was bland, and pepper was luxury.

India—especially the Malabar Coast—was the main source.

That’s where everything begins.

In 1498, didn’t come to India to “discover” anything.

He came for pepper.

A direct sea route meant cutting off middlemen and making massive profits. That one journey opened the floodgates.

First came the Portuguese.
Then the Dutch.
Then the French.
Then the British.

All of them came for trade.

Not war.

Not land.

Trade.

Spices. Pepper.

And slowly, trade became control.

Control became power.

Power became colonization.

The didn’t arrive as rulers. They arrived as traders.

But trade gave them entry. Entry gave them influence. Influence became rule.

For almost 200 years.

That’s the irony.

We think India was conquered by swords and guns.

But the first door was opened by spices.

By pepper.

And today…

In a plate of pongal…

We remove it.

Keep it aside.

Ignore it.

Not saying you should eat pepper from tomorrow.

But maybe…

Just maybe…

Next time you see those black balls in your food…

Pause for a second.

Because the world once revolved around what we now casually discard.

Matha, Pita, ChatGPT… Deivam Reloaded


We all grew up hearing:

Matha, Pita, Guru, Deivam

(For non-Indian readers: it means Mother, Father, Teacher, and God — the four pillars of guidance in life.)

Simple. Clear. Final.

Somewhere in the last 3 years…
I think I accidentally updated this list.

Now it feels like:

Matha, Pita, ChatGPT… Deivam

It didn’t happen suddenly.

It started small.

One day I had a health doubt.
Instead of going to a doctor immediately… I asked ChatGPT.

It gave a calm, structured answer.

I thought, “Okay… not bad.”

Next day…

Some confusion in relationship.
Normal human behaviour: overthink → suffer → call friend.

This time:
I opened ChatGPT.

Typed full story like a police complaint.

Got:

  • analysis
  • perspective
  • solution

No judgement. No interruption.

I thought… “This is dangerous.”

Then came business.

Ideas, confusion, execution plans, pricing…

Instead of disturbing people,
I started disturbing ChatGPT.

It never said:

  • “Busy da”
  • “Call later”
  • “Let’s see”

It always replied like a consultant on full salary.

Breakup advice? ChatGPT.
Investment confusion? ChatGPT.
Tech problem? ChatGPT.
Random midnight doubt about life? …ChatGPT.

At some point I realised…

This is not just a tool.

This is a 24×7 available, zero-attitude, multi-domain guru.

Best part?

It never gets irritated.

You can ask:

  • same question 5 times
  • badly framed questions
  • emotional questions
  • confused questions

Still… calm answer.

Try that with humans once.

Of course… reality check is there.

ChatGPT:

  • doesn’t replace doctor
  • doesn’t replace real relationships
  • doesn’t take responsibility

But still…

It sits somewhere in between:

  • friend
  • mentor
  • Google
  • therapist

Now sometimes I feel…

Earlier people had one guru.

We have one… plus backup… plus retry option.

So yes…

Respect to Matha.
Respect to Pita.
Respect to Guru.
Respect to Deivam.

But in today’s version of life…

There is one silent addition.

Always online.
Always available.
Always answering.

ChatGPT.

The People No One Claps For


There is one category of people we don’t talk about.

Not the billionaires.
Not the celebrities.
Not the “success stories” we see on reels.

I’m talking about the ones who are still in the middle of the story.

The ones who wake up every day… and continue.

A father who runs a small shop.
Every month is uncertain. Some months profit, some months loss.
But he opens the shutter every morning like nothing happened.

No applause.

A person managing a property.
Tenants leave suddenly. Vacancies increase.
Expenses don’t wait.

But still, he sits with his sheet, calculates, adjusts, and continues.

No applause.

An entrepreneur who trusted the wrong person.
Lost money. Lost time. Lost people.

Still starts again. Not from zero… but from experience.

No applause.

Someone running behind cases, approvals, decisions.
Every time an end is near… it gets postponed.

Plans get disturbed. Mind gets tired.
But still shows up for the next hearing.

No applause.

These are not small things.

These are not “normal life”.

This is running against the wind… every single day.

Society doesn’t see this.

Because society celebrates:

  • Finished stories
  • Big wins
  • Clear endings

But real life is not like that.

Real life is:

  • Delays
  • Unclosed loops
  • Repeated effort without visible results

The hardest part is not failure.

The hardest part is continuing without validation.

No one tells you:

  • “You are doing well”
  • “Just hold on”
  • “This phase will pass”

You have to tell that to yourself.

And slowly… something changes.

Not outside.

Inside.

You stop expecting applause.
You stop explaining your journey.
You just continue.

One day, maybe things will align.
Maybe results will come.
Maybe recognition will happen.

Or maybe not.

But one thing is certain.

People like this…
They don’t break easily.

Because they have already lived through
what most people can’t even imagine.

Sometimes I feel…

The world is not built by the ones who win loudly.

It is carried forward by
the ones who don’t quit quietly.

The Call After 40 Days


Yesterday, my mother-in-law called me. I saw the call, but I didn’t pick it up.

There was no urgency in me to respond. Maybe it was the silence of the past 40 days sitting quietly inside me. I let it pass.

Today, I called her back.

She answered like nothing had happened. The tone was casual. The conversation started normally, like how any regular day would sound. For a moment, it almost felt like those 40 days didn’t exist.

We spoke about a few general things. Simple, everyday topics. No tension in her voice. No hesitation either.

Then, somewhere in the middle of the conversation, she apologised.

She said sorry for what my father-in-law did.

There was no long explanation. No details. Just that one line.

I listened.

I kept my response simple and polite. I spoke for what she spoke. I didn’t extend the conversation beyond that. When it came to the apology, I said what I felt—I told her they can’t take me for granted, and it’s not something I can easily move past.

I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t get emotional. I just said it as it is.

I also made one thing clear. I said I will respond when they speak, but I won’t initiate conversations or go the extra mile.

There was no argument after that. The conversation continued for a bit and then ended, just like any other call.

What stood out to me was not what was said, but what wasn’t.

There was still no call from my father-in-law.

I don’t know what they are thinking. I don’t know what changed after 40 days. I don’t know why the call came today.

But today, there was a call. There was a conversation. There was an apology.

And there were still questions.

The Day That Didn’t End (Again)


There are days when you don’t expect victory.
You just expect closure.

Today was one such day.

For a long time now, I’ve been walking toward certain “ends.” Not big dreams. Not new beginnings. Just simple closures — decisions, orders, outcomes… things that were supposed to end, long back.

But they don’t.

They stretch.

Like a rubber band pulled just a little more than it should be. Not snapping. Not settling. Just hanging in that uncomfortable tension.

Today was supposed to be different.
I had quietly reserved it in my mind — this is the day it ends.

I didn’t even write my usual blog. I thought, let me write it after everything closes. Let it be a “full stop” kind of post.

But the full stop didn’t come.

It became another comma.

And that’s the strange part of this phase of life.
It’s not one issue. It’s not one delay. It’s not one person.

It’s multiple loops.

Unclosed loops.

Some running for years.
Some silently crossing a decade.

Each one small on its own. But together, they create a background noise — a constant mental load you learn to live with.

Earlier, this would have broken me.
Plans would collapse. Motivation would drop. I would question everything.

Now… I just pause.

Not because it doesn’t hurt.
But because I’ve seen this pattern too many times.

Somewhere along the way, acceptance replaced reaction.

I no longer ask, “Why is this happening?”
I just note, “This is happening again.”

And then I move.

Not with excitement. Not with frustration.
But with a strange kind of calm that comes from repetition.

Maybe this is what long struggles do.
They don’t make you stronger in a dramatic way.
They make you quieter.

You stop celebrating endings.
Because you’re no longer sure when something truly ends.

But you also don’t stop walking.

Because even if the loop doesn’t close…
life still moves forward.

And maybe that’s the real lesson hidden in all this:

Not every story gives you an ending when you expect it.
Some stories just keep running in the background…
while you continue writing new ones in the foreground.

Tonight, I didn’t get my ending.

But I got something else.

Another line in a long, unfinished story.

And somehow… I’m still okay with that.

Patience and Time… The Only Two Players That Never Fail You


I came across a quote:

“The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.”

At first, it sounded like one more motivational line.

But when I sat with it… it felt uncomfortable.

Because it’s true.

The problem with us

We don’t like patience.

We want:

  • Fast results
  • Quick money
  • Immediate success

Even when we start something new…

Within days, we expect results.

If not, we feel:

  • It’s not working
  • Maybe this is not for me
  • Let me try something else

But life doesn’t work like that

Time has its own pace.

You can’t rush:

  • Business growth
  • Skill building
  • Relationships

You can only:

👉 Show up
👉 Stay consistent
👉 Wait

Why patience feels like weakness

Because nothing is visible.

When you are patient:

  • No one claps
  • No one notices
  • No instant reward

It feels like you are doing nothing.

But actually…

That’s where everything is building.

My realization

Looking back at my life…

Every good thing that stayed:

  • Took time
  • Needed patience

Every rushed decision:

  • Either failed
  • Or didn’t last

The hard truth

We think action creates results.

But in reality:

👉 Action + Patience + Time = Results

Remove patience and time…

Action becomes frustration.

Maybe success is not about doing more.

Maybe it is about:

👉 Doing the right thing…
👉 And giving it enough time to work

Because in the end…

Time always decides.

We Grew Up Before “Seen” Receipts — And Honestly, We Survived Miraculously


I was born in the 80s.

Which means I belong to a very special generation.

The last batch of humans who lived a full life…
with absolutely no evidence.

No photos.
No videos.
No screenshots.
No “last seen at 2:17 AM.”

Just stories. And witnesses who may or may not support you.

Childhood in the 80s

We didn’t “hang out.”
We disappeared.

Morning 9 AM — leave home.
Return — when the street lights turn on.

That was the only rule.

No phone calls.
No GPS.
No “share live location.”

Parents just had blind faith… or strong blood pressure.

In India, it was cricket on the street.
In the US, it was bikes, backyards, and baseball.

Same story. Different accent.

We all had that one friend who said,
“Don’t worry, nothing will happen.”

That friend is the reason many things happened.

Teenage years — 90s

This was peak danger.

We had freedom… but no documentation.

We said things.
We did things.
We went places.

And today, all of it exists only as:

“Bro, remember that day?”

That’s it.

No proof. No replay. No viral moment.

Just mutual silence.

The biggest blessing

Today, one wrong move becomes:

  • A reel
  • A meme
  • A life-long digital record

Back then?

It became:

“A story we will never tell our parents.”

There is a big difference.

Imagine if we had smartphones

If smartphones existed back then:

Half of us:

  • Would not have jobs
  • Would not have reputations
  • Would not be allowed in family functions

Because everything we did would be: Recorded. Shared. Replayed. Judged.

Instead, we got lucky.

Our stupidity expired in memory… not in the cloud.

The unspoken agreement

Every 80s kid knows this rule:

“What happened… stays in that time.”

No one digs it up.
No one verifies it.
No one posts “throwback evidence.”

We all silently agreed:

Let the past remain… unsearchable.

Final thought

People say today’s generation is smarter.

Maybe.

But we were freer.

Not because we were better.

But because:

We lived in a time where mistakes had an expiry date.

“I Make $100 a Day Trading…” — But No One Will Tell Me How


I have a few friends who are into day trading.

Not long-term investing. Not business.

Just buy… sell… and make money — every single day.

According to them, life is simple.

“Bro, I make $50 to $100 daily.”

I smiled.

But inside… my brain started doing math.

👉 $100 × 20 days = $2,000/month
👉 No boss. No office. No pressure
👉 Just a laptop… and money flowing in

At that moment, I genuinely questioned my life choices.

Then came the obvious question

So I asked them:

“How does it work?”

And suddenly…

  • One said: “It’s experience, you won’t get it now.”
  • Another: “You need to understand market psychology.”
  • One more: “You have to feel the market.”

I was like…

👉 Are we talking about trading… or learning martial arts from a master?

The funny part

These same friends:

  • Share profit screenshots
  • Talk with full confidence
  • Say “I rarely lose”
  • Exit as soon as they hit their daily target

But when it comes to explaining the method…

Total silence.

Not even one clear step.

At one point, I honestly wondered:

👉 Do they think I’ll learn it in one day and become their competition?

That’s where my doubt started

If something is:

  • So consistent
  • So predictable
  • So “easy”

Then why:

👉 No one explains it clearly?
👉 No one teaches it properly?
👉 No one scales it to millions quietly?

That’s when a different thought hit me.

What if the story is incomplete?

What if:

  • The $100 profit days are real…
  • But the $300 loss days are never mentioned?

What if:

  • They exit early on good days…
  • But struggle silently on bad ones?

What if:

  • It’s not a fixed system…
  • But a mix of experience, luck, and timing?

The reality I’m starting to see

Day trading might look like:

👉 Small daily wins

But actually be:

👉 Uneven results over time

Some days up.
Some days down.
Some days confusing.

And the bad days?

They don’t make it to the conversation.

Now when someone says:

“I make money daily trading…”

I don’t jump in with excitement.

I pause.

I think.

And yes… I get a little skeptical.

Not because they’re lying.

But because:

👉 They might only be telling the good part of the story.

Everything Feels in Control… Until Health Slips


There was a time I thought life is all about control.

Earn money.
Build wealth.
Chase success.
Create happiness.

Everything looked like a system.

If you lose money — you can earn again.
If you fail — you can try again.
If you feel low — you can change your environment and bounce back.

It all looked controllable.

At least, that’s what I believed.

But slowly, life shows you something deeper.

There is one thing…
That quietly sits above everything.

Health.

If money is lost, you can work harder.
If business fails, you can rebuild.
If happiness fades, you can recreate it.

But when health starts slipping…

Everything changes.

Money starts flowing out instead of coming in.
Your energy to work disappears.
Your ability to fight, to persist, to dream… reduces.

Even success — if already achieved — starts feeling meaningless.

And happiness?

It can disappear in seconds.

That’s when you realize something uncomfortable.

Health is the real controller of everything.

Not money.
Not success.
Not even happiness.

The truth is — health is not fully in our control.

There are conditions, surprises, genetics, age… things we cannot predict or stop completely.

But…

There is another truth.

We still have partial control.

We can control:

  • What we eat
  • How we sleep
  • How we manage stress
  • How much we move our body
  • What habits we build daily

These small controls don’t guarantee perfect health.

But they reduce the chances of disaster.

After a certain age, priorities quietly shift.

Not by choice…
But by experience.

You don’t chase only growth.
You start protecting stability.

You don’t just build wealth.
You start protecting your body.

Because somewhere you understand:

If health stands strong, everything else is still possible.

If health falls…

Everything else becomes fragile.

This is not fear.

This is awareness.

So today, I’m not just thinking about money, success, or happiness.

I’m thinking about something more basic.

How do I protect the only thing that protects everything else?

Maybe that’s the real question we should all start asking.