What My Parents Named Me: Jai Vyas
What My Friends Call Me: Vyas
What Robert Downey Jr Calls Me: He doesn’t
Where I Live: Mumbai, India
Where I Would Like To Live: Places that I can’t afford yet
What am I Studying: Nothing currently (although I am a Psychology Graduate – however, to what extent I studied even during graduation is up for debate)
What Am I Up To Apart from Not Studying: I run a growing business (called Bridge of Tales), I freelance, I watch TV shows, I crack amazing puns and jokes that are ahead of their time, I cook amazing omelettes, and I edit videos and wait for Marvel to hire me
Would This Turn Into a Sort of Weird Matrimonial Profile if I Continued With This Any Longer: Perhaps
So, a little long-form to supplement that succinct intro.
I am an Indian, I live in Mumbai, and unless you’re delivering me groceries, that’s all I’ll be telling you about where I live, for now. I am a Psychology Graduate, and I’m looking forward to doing my Masters in the UK.
Why do I write, and why do I have this blog?
A brief flashback for this one. I was probably around 6 at the time, and had been having consistent health issues for a few months. We had been to multiple doctors, even gotten admitted once to run comprehensive tests. That led to a terrifying diagnosis, and we were prompted to get another opinion. Got admitted for a fortnight this time, lots more tests. The diagnosis this time was Stage IV of a form of blood cancer, not any less terrifying though.
I got through it pretty smoothly, and without any major bumps, compared to what a lot of other kids in the ward with me at the time had to endure. I know of at least a couple of them who didn’t make it.
As a result of chemo and everything else, I stayed at home for pretty much an entire year or so. The diagnosis and my experience with the illness added more positives to my life than things it took away from me. I have no qualms in saying that. At least that’s the way I see it.
Stories got me through all those days I spent in my bed. I read books, watched movies, and listened to my grandma tell me about everything from princes, paupers, virtuous thieves, and corrupt kings. I believe stories are the universal equaliser. Everybody has one. A person’s Tinder bio is a 140-character advertisement, the Facebook page is a memoir, a resume is a precis of his notable highs, and their Wattpad fanfic attempt is a peep into their deepest desires. We are all the sum of our individual chapters. They all exist in cohesion with one another, and none exists independent of the others. Moreover, we are all our own protagonists and also uphold supporting roles in hundreds, perhaps thousands of other stories.
I do not believe that there are any ‘bad’ stories. There are only bad ways of telling them.
My story comprises of the things I do, the people I interact with, the things I like, the things I don’t, the things that make me laugh, the ones that make me cry, the days I feel good, and the nights when I don’t. It comprises of everything that makes me want to take life head-on for the rest of my days, and it also comprises of all the moments that make me want to not do any of it. It comprises of what makes me, me.
I’m here to tell my story, one blog post at a time.