
The strongest I have ever been is right now. At 45.
Getting here took decades of learning, rebuilding, and refusing to give up on myself.
I grew up in a military family in India, moving every three years. I learned early that you adapt or you fall behind. My father grew up with nothing and sacrificed everything so I could go to university. I graduated first in my class — not because I was the smartest person in the room, but because I refused to stop.
I moved to the US and built a career in technology, leading engineering organizations of more than 200 people. Back-to-back meetings, constant travel, and the whole time, a body that had never fully cooperated. On paper everything was working. Underneath, my body was telling a different story, and had been since the day I was born.
Eight surgeries.
Seven shoulder dislocations.
Countless injuries.
And a career I refused to stop building — rebuilding my body every single time.
For years I did what everyone does. I treated each problem on its own, with whoever happened to be in front of me. Nobody was looking at the whole thing, so nothing ever held for long.
Eventually I stopped being a patient and became a student of my own body. I applied the same systems thinking I had used my entire career to the most complex system I had ever worked on: myself.
And I became the guide I never had.
45 — the strongest I have ever been.
Grit is my middle name.
rebuilt from.
systems work.
