Some mornings I wake up and wonder what on earth I’m still doing here. Running this little database thing, fixing the same dumb bug for the fifth time, checking logs nobody cares about. I tell myself I’ll take a break tomorrow. Then tomorrow shows up and guess what — I’m back at my desk, drinking bad coffee, pretending to be smarter than I really am.
I never had a grand plan. If you think Sachin-DB started because I had some genius vision, you’d be giving me way too much credit. It was boredom, maybe a hint of spite, maybe just curiosity. I’ve always liked breaking things just to see if I could glue them back together. Databases are good for that. You change one line and boom, everything’s on fire. Beautiful chaos.
Sometimes I tell myself I should quit. Go get a normal job, something with benefits and meetings that could’ve been emails. I could nod politely while someone explains synergy or alignment or whatever. But I’d hate it. I know I would. I’d end up back here anyway, late at night, half-asleep but weirdly alive.
People write me sometimes, asking if they can use this for their project. I always say yes. Even if it’s half-baked. Maybe I should care more about being professional but I don’t. I care more that someone somewhere thought “hey, this might help me make my idea real.” That’s enough for me, honestly.
I don’t really have a marketing plan. Or a brand guide. Or a pitch deck. If you came here hoping for a polished story, sorry — wrong place. There’s just me, my stubborn brain, and a database that sometimes listens when I yell at it. It’s not pretty. But it works. Well, most days.
If you’re reading this, maybe you’re like me. Maybe you have an idea you can’t stop thinking about. Maybe you’re stuck and don’t know where to start. I don’t have big advice. Just start anyway. Break it later. Fix it later. Just don’t wait for perfect. Perfect is a lie we tell ourselves when we’re scared of failing. I fail every day. Still here though.
I guess I just wanted to say thank you. For showing up. For trying things. For poking at my scrappy code and making it do something I didn’t expect. For reminding me that even on days I hate this, I don’t really want to stop.
One day, maybe I’ll shut this down and do something else. But not today. Today there’s still coffee left, and a tiny bug in line 47 I swear I’ll squash this time. Or not. We’ll see.
Anyway. Keep building your weird idea. I’ll keep fixing mine. Deal?
Take care out there. And if this thing breaks, yell at me. It helps me feel needed.
