I lost a friend a month ago abruptly.
Nice guy, came from money, had his own business, family has businesses
But..
He was super conservative with money.
I remember on his birthday in 2023, we were out and he refused to treat himself that I ended up spoiling him a bit to celebrate his birthday.
He passed away never having travelled abroad, never owning the fancy car despite the family owning a dealership, etc
It was a real eye opener! We live like we own tomorrow so we postpone living, yet it’s the only reason we are here really
I sold my house to buy a Ducati.
Yes. That Dukaan founder/CTO sold his house for a f*cking Ducati.
Let me tell you about yesterday first.
An old man walked up to me at a signal. Turned out he’d followed MotoGP his whole life. Rattled off riders, their bikes, championships, decades of it. Then he went quiet and asked if he could just twist the throttle once.
Once.
I said yes. The look on his face, I’ll never forget it.
Later, a guy in his thirties stopped me. A total bike nerd who knew every spec of the XDiavel better than I did.
Maybe it was his dream bike. He asked for a ride, and I gave him one. I’ve never seen someone that happy.
Now here’s how I got here.
I Bought a house in Mumbai in 2018 for ₹1.8 Cr. Later when we Started Dukaan in 2020, i moved to Bangalore.
The house stayed in Mumbai. I didn’t.
But the EMI followed me everywhere.
Every month, I told myself the lie millions of us tell ourselves: “It’s an investment. It’ll appreciate. Hold long enough and it’ll make sense.”
i kept paying over 1 lakhs every month to the bank. mostly interest.
For a house I barely lived in.
An asset 1,000 km away. A present I kept postponing for a tomorrow that never came.
At some point, “investing for the future” becomes a very expensive way of refusing to live in the present.
Meanwhile, The endless grind of Building a startup, the middle-of-the-night anxiety, the weight of keeping the machinery moving was keeping my head spinning at all times.
A 20-year mortgage on a piece of concrete wasn’t going to fix my head.
I needed a release valve.
So I sold the house and bought a Ducati XDiavel.
And let me tell you, it’s a good f*cking bike. 1,262cc V-twin. 156 hp. Brembo brakes.
The second the engine fires.
The sound.
The first twist of the throttle.
When it roars to life, the happiness hits so hard I cry inside my helmet.
A quick ride around ORR at 1 AM the noise inside the head finally goes quiet.
When I think about that old man.
Maybe I’ll have the money at 60 too. But will I still be able to feel it? Or will I just know the specs, and ask a stranger for one last twist of the throttle?
Buying the bike isn’t the stupid decision.
The stupid decision is not buying it, and realizing too late that the moment already passed.
I spent years building a future. Maybe it’s time I start living in it.
And for you; Stop going into debt for your future. Go buy your present. Get into debt if you have to..
Get the bike. Get the ridiculous music system. Build the home lab. Book the trip.
Buy the thing that makes you cry inside