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Hey there! I'm Vijay.

I’ve spent the last 12 years building tech in the video games industry. Here, I share what I’m working on, what I’m thinking about, the stories I’m writing, and the films and shows that catch my attention along the way.

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Tech Diaries

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My thoughts on IT

State of IT

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A series of articles focusing on the current state of IT and my thoughts on living up to expectations

Stories

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My collection of short stories

Novel

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My original world story in sequence of publishing

IT Support shenanigans from experiences past and present

Poetry

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My scribbles in rhyming form

Fan Fiction

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Short fan fiction stories from various universes

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To Serve a God

Novel

In the hallowed Halls of Anorra, everyone must follow the Clear Doctrine. The holy words of guidance that the Queen of Wails herself had put forth for her followers. These words were sculpted out of Ghise, an extremely valuable form of eternal ice. The massive, polished, twenty foot tall tablet

AI’s True Impact on IT: Raising the Bar, Not Replacing the Workforce Artificial Intelligence is accelerating across industries. Creative roles are already being re-evaluated. Operational workflows are being automated. Entire teams are being restructured around automation and efficient, lean pipelines. Within IT, the reaction often swings between two extremes.

Data Security Posture Management is often discussed in abstract terms: Discovery. Classification. Governance. Remediation. In reality, posture failures surface during high-pressure events: Migrations. Audits. Incidents. This story from my experience illustrates how incomplete visibility can translate into operational disruption. The Scenario During a large-scale Microsoft tenant-to-tenant cloud migration, the IT

The Colour Beneath

Poetry

I learned too late, the world was never wrong, It only mirrored what already dwells. Within the hearts of those who name the strong, And cage the rest inside their woven shells. We rise through doors they swore would never yield, We climb the ladders painted clean and white; Yet