Sanity fled me, sense could not prevail;
Conscience corrupted told me, the colour of your hearts so pale;
The hypothalamus someone plucked,
And the pituitary body is out for a duck,
So words are all I possess,
And they are my only means to success.

Why the best AI advice I heard was: “Don’t always use AI.”
They say the journey is as important as the destination, but after sitting in a kilometre-long jam at Bhairav Marg, I beg to differ! I




