I Didn’t Start This to Impress You. I Started This to Save Myself.
This isn’t a motivational post.
This isn’t for likes, comments, or followers.
This isn’t a personal brand pitch.
This is a war journal.
A war against mediocrity.
A war against debt.
A war against the weaker version of me.
Right now, I’m a middle-class guy buried under ₹40 lakh debt.
But I’m not here to complain.
I’m here to track my journey—how I fight my way out.
This website is my proof.
Proof that when a man gets brutally honest with himself—kills his fears, doubts, excuses, and procrastination—he becomes f**king unstoppable.
Why I Started This WAR
For years, I was just existing.
Waking up late—30 minutes before work.
Rushing to the office, barely alive.
Running on caffeine and fast food.
Giving my best hours to a job that didn’t light me up.
Coming home tired. Eating. Scrolling Instagram till 1 AM.
Sleeping. Repeating.
Dying slowly.
One night, while scrolling my phone mindlessly, something snapped.
A voice in my head screamed:
“Do you want to die like this? Is this it?”
“Do you even know what you want from life?”
“Are you going to chase your dream—or just dream it forever?”
That moment changed everything.
I picked up a notebook and wrote down everything I ever wanted—
The car.
The house.
The freedom.
The bank balance.
The world tour.
The legacy.
That phase? I call it “Dreams on Paper.”
The first real step.
But dreams alone weren’t enough.
And things didn’t go as planned… I started taking actions but was not enough and was in bits and pieces.
The Real Start
It was May 17th 2025. I had just dropped my mother and my son at my maternal home for the summer holidays.
While driving back alone, a voice echoed inside me—loud, piercing, and uncomfortable:
“Are you just going to keep dreaming forever?”
“Do you really want this life, or are you just fooling yourself?”
The car was silent, except for one haunting line playing through the speakers—
“We get what we deserve…”
—from the song ‘Way Down We Go’.
And in that moment, it hit me.
No. I don’t deserve this life.
I deserve more.
And I will do whatever it takes to get there.
That moment wasn’t a motivational spark—it was a declaration of war.
The war truly began that day.
What followed was not a magical transformation—but a journey of phases. Brutal. Honest. Relentless.
Sharing a picture below from Phase One—the beginning of my rebirth.
Phase One: Alignment & Awakening (Lock Down – 10 Days)
Once I decided to go all in, the first thing I did was align with my wife.
I asked for her support—for just 10 days.
She agreed.
In my head, I was gearing up for war:
Wake up at 5 AM.
Meditation.
3 hours of focused hustle before work.
7 hours of office.
1 hour of gym.
3 more hours of side hustle at night.
Then sleep.
Repeat.
All of this in my study room of 10*10.
I thought my biggest battle would be with my mind—resistance, laziness, excuses.
But what happened next shocked me.
I did it. For 10 straight days. Without a fight. Without resistance.
It was easy.
And that pissed me off.
Why the hell didn’t I start this earlier?
I had wasted years living like a slave to comfort.
I told my mom.
My wife saw the change. She backed me up like a rock.
I wasn’t just dreaming anymore. I was moving.
I felt proud—because I had momentum.
I read three full books on trading in those 10 days. That’s my hustle—I’m on a mission to become a successful trader.
I spent hours staring at charts.
Patterns started making sense.
And one day—I cracked my first trading setup.
That was the first real win.
And I knew… this is just the beginning.
Phase 2 – Rule on F**king weak Nishant
I kicked off Phase 2 on June 10—this time with a bigger goal:
A 30-day streak.
I even accounted for a couple of days of planned travel. The target was clear—complete it by July 12.
I started strong.
Same routine. Same rituals.
Wake up at 5 AM.
Meditation. Gym.
Office work.
Morning hustle. Evening hustle.
And now—30 days of paper testing my trading setup.
I was locked in.
But then… the enemy within showed up.
After just 5 solid days, my mind turned on me.
Whispers began:
“Why are you doing this every day?”
“It’s boring.”
“You’re not getting anything back.”
“This isn’t working.”
“Give up.”
And guess what?
I listened.
I slipped.
Did nothing for days.
I promised myself I’d bounce back.
And I did—only to break down again after 3-4 days.
This back-and-forth dragged on…
Until I looked up and realized—today is August 1.
What should’ve been a 30-day sprint took me 51 f**king days.
This phase broke me.
I lost self-respect multiple times.
I lost hope more than once.
I was angry at myself—and I still am.
But you know what?
I’m still in the f**king game.
Despite the chaos, despite the mental war, I still completed my 30-day paper testing.
And guess what?
📈 My win rate? 70%.
SEVENTY. FREAKING. PERCENT.
That number, that notebook—it’s my proof.
Sharing a snapshot below from my trading journal.
Because no matter how long it took…
I showed up. I didn’t quit.
And this war is far from over.
What Next…..
The warm-up is over.
The practice is done.
The testing phase is complete.
Now it’s time to step into the real jungle.
From Monday, 4th August 2025, I begin REAL TRADING.
No simulations. No theory.
Just skin in the game.
Every win. Every loss. Every move—real.
I’ll be posting weekly updates here:
✅ What went well
❌ What went wrong
📊 Real numbers
📃 Actual trading statements
📈 Performance snapshots
All of it. No filters. No fluff.
This isn’t motivation.
This is documentation.
Proof that a middle-class guy with ₹40 lakh debt and a dream can fight back—and win.
Let’s f**king go.
Nishant is entering the jungle.