Category: Psychology Books

I’ll be honest, my twenties were a mix of banking stress, late-night cricket matches, and pretending I had everything figured out. Spoiler: I didn’t. Somewhere between endless Excel sheets and a packed commuter train, I realized my head was wired more for worrying than for wonder. That’s probably why I’ve always been drawn to books…

I still remember the first time my wife told me we were expecting. I had been through plenty of “big moments” before, stepping into a banking career, playing cricket in packed grounds, even my first time on stage in front of a theater audience. But nothing compared to that three-second pause between “I’m…” and “pregnant.”…

Happiness is one of those slippery words I used to roll my eyes at. Back in my banking days, “happiness” came in the form of an annual bonus or a rare Friday off. Later, as a father, it started to look like bedtime giggles, or my daughter proudly handing me a wobbly crayon drawing. And…

I still remember the first time grief knocked on my door. I was a teenager, and one of my closest cricket teammates lost his father unexpectedly. Back then, I didn’t know what to say. I tried to offer comfort with the usual “stay strong” line, but honestly, it felt empty. Over the years, whether through…

I still remember my early days in banking, long meetings where persuasion wasn’t just a skill, it was survival. Deals were often less about numbers and more about psychology: who could read the room, steer the conversation, and influence the final “yes.” Over the years, I realized manipulation (both good and bad) happens everywhere, at…

I’ve always been fascinated by people. Maybe it started back in my cricket days, when I had to size up a bowler just by the look in his eyes before he released the ball. Or maybe it’s from years in banking, watching clients’ body language tell me more than their words ever could. Either way,…