मैंने खेल में रोया, तब मिला सच्चा मुझ

मुझे कभी नहीं सोचा था कि ‘वर्चुअल कॉकफाइट’ मुझे ‘जीवन’ सिखाएगी।

एक क्लिक—R$5, ‘फोगो डी प्राओ’ (Fogo de Chão) नामक पक्षी पर। स्क्रीन सुनहरी हुई। हेडफ़ोन में समुद्र-जैसे सम्बल के स्‍वर। 3 मिनट… हृदय कीधड़कन —खतरे से, पहचान से।

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मैंने ‘इंसान’ के ‘व्यवहार’ पर AI-मॉडल -डेटा-प्रवणता-आशय-आदि -बनए हैं… लेकिन जब मेरी पक्षी हारती हुई — उसमें असली भाव – पैदा हुआ?

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‘डिजिटल’ पहचान: Emotion & Architecture

अपने ‘दुगल’ (दो-दुगल) – Black & Irish – World Me Mein Bhi Tarkiyan Karte Huye, mere Samajhne ki koshish thi: Jab koi nahi dekh raha ho toh hum kaise apne aap ko banate hain?

games na answer deta hai… woh sawal ke liye jagah banata hai. Pehle se hi “Gold Flame Arena” mein har baar jitna nahi tha… balki sochna tha: Kya hua agar kabhi audience na ho? Agar har bar fail hone ka chance ho? Aur phir ek din samjh aaya: game mujhe jeetne ke liye nahi sikh raha tha… balki ghar jaane ke liye sikh raha tha — aur phir bhi dansaana sikh raha tha.

Hum Kyun Khelte Hain (Jab Jeet Na Jais)?

ye khel nahi chahte hain jeetna… ye chahate hain jeevan ka pata lagana — bas alag algorithmic dream mein. The “Samba Chicken Feast” event last month? No real prize. But for three days straight people shared screenshots of their chickens mid-flight—feathers flying like confetti in Rio’s night sky. The truth? We weren’t chasing gold—we were chasing rhythm. We were trying to remember what joy sounds like without an audience.

Technology as New Religion?

ye game ne mujhe sikha ki digital space ab modern temples ban rahe hain—not for gods, but for selves struggling to exist beyond labels and expectations. The game doesn’t care if you’re Black or white, rich or poor. It only asks: Will you place your faith in the next move? The act itself becomes prayer—not because it works, because it matters that you tried, even if you fail again tomorrow, even if the screen stays dark, even if your heart breaks into code-like fragments each time you lose, you still show up—and that is holy ground.