Notes

Lucknow, 4pm, March 2026, bedrotting for days just writing music posting reels, forgot to exercise, looked like a lump. Then I wrote this song and continued feeling like a lump.

6 months later I'm dropping this song becuase I once again find myself at rock bottom and while the reasons are different, the state of being is the same and its miserable and I've pledged to restart my life on my own terms again and I will win. Fuck beauty standards and fitness levels. I'm coming for it all.

I spent a year mixing for a room nobody listens in. Then I checked Kryptonite on the ₹1,200 earphones my cousin uses and the bass had simply left the building.

Now everything gets a pass on cheap earbuds, a phone speaker and the car. If it survives the phone speaker it survives anything.

For the 40 minutes I am out there every dive, there is no phone, no dialogue, nothing to narrate. First time in two years my head shut up, but I got a blister on my tow and my flipper kept hitting it, so fucking annoying.

Three of the Rock Bottom demos got written in the week after. Turns out you cannot write about drowning until you have been comfortable underwater.

Rule for this project: you should never be able to guess the next track. Language, genre, tempo, whether there are drums at all — all of it is allowed to move.

That has cost me playlist placements and I have decided I do not care. Nawabi Garage has a UK garage track next to a tabla loop and it makes complete sense if you have been listening from the start.

Pulled a year of analytics into one sheet. 2.2M views on my own stuff, close to 5M counting collaborations. 15,000 plays on the music.

The uncomfortable finding: the content that worked was me, face to camera, unfiltered. The honest fix is not more posts — it is telling the people already here that the songs exist.

Wrote it in Jabalpur mid-road trip across India, having no responsibilities whatsoever for the first time in my adult life. I was just in Jabalpur with my white girlfriend teaching my young nephew all about Tung Tung Tung Sahur.

It is also the most literal song I have. Every line is a thing that happened in the eleven days before I recorded it.