Category: TheForge (Personal Blog)

The Forge – A glimpse into the human element -A space beyond the suits, numbers, and execution.

  • The Fear That Taught Me Control

    The Fear That Taught Me Control

    1) Calm Under Pressure

    2025 Iranian missiles in Doha airspace

    It was a warm evening, and I was midway through a training session at a packed gym when phones began buzzing across the room. Conversations stopped. The televisions switched to Al Jazeera. Multiple warheads had been launched toward Qatar.
    The mood shifted instantly. People rushed to leave, calling loved ones and heading home.

    I paused, grounded my thoughts, and stayed.

    Once the initial noise settled, the situation became clearer. The likelihood of escalation beyond signaling was low. Statistically, the risk of getting into an accident on the drive home was higher than staying where I was. With that clarity, fear lost its urgency.

    2) Fear as a Learned Response

    I wasn’t always this way. I didn’t grow up calculating odds under pressure. Coming from a South Asian background, fear was often part of everyday life. There was constant urgency always rushing, always reacting , yet rarely arriving anywhere with clarity.

    Water became the fear I couldn’t ignore. In my early years, the ocean felt like a behemoth. The images of the 2004 tsunami were impossible to forget — entire coastlines erased in moments, replayed endlessly on television. Large bodies of water came to represent threat rather than exploration.

    In 2022, I decided to confront that fear directly. I believed fear thrives where systems are absent. With training, preparation, and a controlled supply of air, drowning was no longer inevitable — it became a risk that could be managed.

    3) Execution Begins After Control

    Signing up at a dive center quickly showed me that this wouldn’t be straightforward. There was a certification process, and then the persistence required to get through it. What usually takes a weekends took me six weekends.

    The theory came easily. The water didn’t. I failed the swim test. After clearing that, I struggled underwater — regulator recovery, mask clearing — moments where vision disappeared, breathing felt disrupted, and instinct took over. It wasn’t technical difficulty as much as confronting fear in real time.

    What I began to understand was that fear peaks early. In those first moments, the body wants to escape.

    If the mind can be slowed — even briefly — the process takes over.Breathing, sequence, repetition.

    That pattern is familiar to anyone who has led teams or programs under pressure: stabilize first, then execute. Over time, the panic softened. I eventually earned the certification. It was an achievement, but it also felt incomplete — as if this was only the beginning.

    4) Mastery and Purpose

    Over time, the experience began to change.

    Adversity has a way of bringing people together, and diving makes that visible.

    Every dive depends on people working quietly in the background — divemaster’s, safety leads, rescue teams — all focused on one outcome: that everyone surfaces safely.

    I’ve dived in multiple locations around the world, and what stands out isn’t depth or difficulty, but the community. The coordination, shared responsibility, and discipline behind each dive are what make the environment navigable. As I write this, I’ve completed over seventy dives. None of that would have been possible without trust — in systems and in the people who sustain them. What began as a personal confrontation with fear gradually became something broader: an appreciation for structure, stewardship, and responsibility. Underwater, sustainability is no longer an abstract idea. You see directly what is fragile, and what depends on care rather than control.

    5) Ocean Conservation — Seeing What’s Fragile

    Spending time underwater changes how you understand conservation. It stops being theoretical. You see reefs under stress, marine life adapting to pressure, and ecosystems that depend on balance rather than force. Damage isn’t dramatic — it’s gradual, cumulative, and often invisible from the surface.


    What stays with me is how sensitive these systems are to small disruptions. Anchors placed carelessly, waste drifting with currents, careless contact — none of it looks catastrophic in isolation, yet the impact compounds over time. Underwater, stewardship becomes practical rather than ideological. Respecting limits and following protocol aren’t optional — they’re the difference between preservation and degradation.


    That perspective carries forward. Sustainable systems, whether environmental or organizational, don’t survive through intensity. They survive through discipline, restraint, and people who understand that long-term outcomes depend on everyday decisions made quietly and consistently.

    6) Conclusion

    I’m now working toward my rescue diver certification. In that role, calm matters more than confidence. Panic underwater is rarely technical , it’s emotional. I recognize it because I’ve been there myself.

    Guiding someone through those moments isn’t about authority. It’s about slowing things down, helping them breathe, and restoring order one step at a time. When that happens, fear loosens its grip.

    That approach didn’t stay underwater. Over time, it became how I move through pressure in general.

    I don’t rush to react. I pause, steady myself, and look for what can be controlled. Not because it’s impressive but because it works

  • The Collapse That Made Me an Athlete

    The Collapse That Made Me an Athlete

    “You won’t make it far.

    That line stuck with me — my supervisor pointing at a large cup of Cold Stone ice cream on my desk — a memory that resurfaced just months later as an ER nurse pushed multiple doses of painkillers into my body.


    It was 2019. I had secured admits to two master’s programs — one from the University of Birmingham and the other from TU Berlin. On paper, I was set: a budding rail professional, 24-year-old engineer with options. But I was heavily overweight, carrying over 30% body fat. My body was already signaling failure. I couldn’t sit for long, bend comfortably, or move without strain.

    The before — no plan, no structure, just cravings.


    Then came the collapse: my left arm became completely immobile — from shoulder to fingertips. Even the slightest movement triggered searing pain. I was rushed to the ER, injected three times before they could even run a scan.
    Lying in that bed, the message cut through everything: professional achievements mean nothing if your body fails.


    That was the call. In that ER, I decided: whatever it takes, this ends here.

    Looking into Chaos, Finding Order

    Those early months back were pure chaos — no structured program, no clear benchmarks, just brute force and regret. Every day was a negotiation between doubt and discipline. My body resisted; my mind searched for shortcuts. Yet something deeper formed: rhythm.

    First time Dealing calluses , 2020

    This wasn’t my first rodeo. I had been active in my teens, but complacency always crept back in — I was never consistent. This time, it was different. The fear of the ER stayed with me. Even on rest days, I showed up — not to lift, but to preserve the pattern. I wasn’t building muscle yet; I was building identity. I had broken routines before, but not this time.

    Over time, order emerged — not in perfect reps, but in the act of returning. Lifting became a system: input, stress, adaptation. I was transitioning from just working out to truly training — it became preparation for life, for business, for everything ahead. Somewhere along that path, I gave up alcohol — not as a sacrifice, but as alignment. It simply didn’t belong in the system I was creating.

    Mentors Found in Unlikely Places

    At first, I wanted to do it all alone — raw effort, no guidance. Out of shame and self-doubt, I let go of a path that had been promised to me. A year later, a mentor stepped in — an ex-bodybuilder who seemed to see something of himself in me. I had shown up consistently, and this time, I listened. I learned that mentorship isn’t about titles; it’s about structure.

    Failure. Feedback. Realigned. Repeat.2023

    Along the way, former bodybuilders, ex-addicts, entrepreneurs, even an ex-military man who had lost his family to war — people forged more by failure than success — took me in. My problems felt small in comparison. They didn’t offer inspiration. They offered structure, feedback, and tough questions. The journey itself soon became the goal.

    What I had once labeled independence was really fear of accountability. Asking for help isn’t weakness — it’s orientation. And orientation is everything.

    Leadership often hides in ordinary people living extraordinary lives.

    Leading the Path Forward

    The shift was subtle: a nod from regulars, a question from a stranger, a kid asking me to spot him. I didn’t chase recognition — but two years in, it started to find me. Older lifters, younger ones, even coaches began to notice — not because of my numbers, but because of my consistency. I wasn’t the strongest in the room, but I had become someone others could turn to. Soon, people were asking for advice.


    Eventually, I earned a Level 4 instructor certification — not to monetize, but to understand, to help, and to carry it forward. I realized knowledge is everything — especially when it’s quiet. I listened more than I spoke, observed patterns, questioned defaults. And when someone asked for help, I never hesitated.

    The switch to powerlifting — first time in an SBD gym, 2024


    Today, six years in, the chase continues. What started as survival has become technical. From paralysis in one arm to preparing for a local, drug-tested meet — aiming to cross a 500 kg total (200 kg deadlift, 130 kg bench, 170 kg squat) — the journey has come full circle. I’m nothing but grateful — for the pain, the process, and the people.

    Conclusion

    Everything shifted the day I couldn’t lift my arm. It forced me to confront a truth I had ignored: without physical integrity, nothing else holds. What began with pain became a system. What began with fear became structure.


    I’m still learning. But I’ve come to understand this: most people are managing more than they show. Nothing should be taken personally. Clarity comes from focusing on what you can control — and resting without guilt when it’s earned.


    That structure now informs how I move through everything — work, decisions, relationships. Show up. Observe. Adapt. Build.


    Time is the only resource you never get back. Titles fade. Outcomes shift. What remains is your process — and what it builds over time.