Every productivity bro wants to automate.
Every founder’s building some “this saves you 10 hours a week” thing.
Me? I just want to feel something again.
Somewhere between my tenth Zapier workflow and the fifth time a Notion template promised to “fix my life,” I realized...
I don’t want more automation.
I want fewer things that need automating.
Because let’s be real — the best parts of life?
They’re not efficient.
They’re not trackable.
And they definitely don’t run on schedule.
Take restaurants.
Earlier, there used to be a menu.
Now? It’s a QR code and a server who’s too busy to look up.
But when I go to a restaurant — I don’t want to scan anything.
I want to talk to the chef.
I want to tell him what I’m in the mood for.
And I want him to tell me what I should eat.
That’s romance. That’s real UX.
Not this soulless, WiFi-dependent PDF pretending to be hospitality.
When I built our AI inbox agent, I didn’t want it to just send me summaries.
I wanted it to call me.
Like a friend. Like a bandhu.
Like a slightly dramatic Punjabi concierge who knows when I’m procrastinating and says:
“Bhai, just read this one. The rest can wait.”
I want automation to serve my soul — not replace it.
Because some things deserve the manual touch:
- Writing a birthday message
- Saying Waheguru without a calendar nudge
- Giving feedback with your eyes, not emojis
- Calling instead of DMing
- Sitting with a problem — not just solving it fast
Every time I think of automating more, I come back to one line in my head:
“Don’t outsource your joy.”
Let AI make it easier.
But don’t let it make you numb.
I’m building tools, sure.
But I’m also holding space.
For the chaos. For the poems. For the pauses.
Because not everything needs to be fast.
Some things just need to be felt.