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What Quitting Cigarettes Taught Me About Control (That Google Never Will)

There wasn’t a dramatic day. No chest pain. No crying girlfriend ultimatum. No temple vow or “last puff” moment under cinematic rain. Just me—standing outside my office, holding a cigarette and realizing I didn’t want to be this person anymore. Not in a tragic way. Just in a quiet, "I think I’m done with this version of myself" way. I’ve quit smoking twice before. Both times felt serious. Both times failed. The first time, I quit for my mother. Made a big vow, all the emotional drama included. Stayed clean for a month. Then cracked. Because, surprise: external guilt has an expiry date. The second time, I quit after a trip to the mountains. I meditated in front of a Shiva idol in the silence of Nainital and told myself: "No cigarettes until you’ve got a government job or earn ₹50K a month." It worked for a while—until my logic brain showed up and said, "Well technically you’ve kinda achieved that, so…" Cue: relapse. ✋ This time is different. ...

🧾 Why I Don’t Take EMIs (And Probably Never Will)


I don’t take EMIs. Not for phones. Not for bikes. Not even for the stuff I’ve wanted for years.
Not because I’m rich.
Not because I’m frugal.
And definitely not because I’m one of those minimalist finance influencers drinking matcha under a bamboo roof.

It’s something I read once—years ago, somewhere forgettable—but it stuck to my brain like a moral law:

“If you have to take an EMI for it, it means you can’t afford it.”

And honestly?
I’ve stood by it ever since.


📉 Why EMIs Feel Like Emotional Debt

Here’s the thing I’ve noticed:
It’s not just the money that EMIs take from you—it’s the joy.

I’ve seen people buy something big on EMI—a phone, a car, a bike—and for the first few weeks, sure, they’re glowing.
But then?
The newness wears off.
The product becomes just... a thing.
And yet—the payments remain.

Month after month, they’re still paying for something that’s no longer exciting.
No longer special.
Sometimes, even slightly annoying.

That’s the part that gets me.


⏳ The Joy of Not Having Something

On the flip side?
When I save for something, it becomes a ritual.
Each saved rupee feels like a step closer.
Each delay builds anticipation.
And by the time I finally get it—I don’t just own the thing.
I own the entire journey to it.

The money’s gone, sure.
But weirdly? I don’t feel the pain of spending it.

Because when you pay all at once, after saving, you’re not just spending—you’re rewarding yourself.
The moment becomes clean.
No lingering monthly reminders.
No regrets.
Just a memory you paid for with patience.


🏍️ The Dream Bike Dilemma

Recently, I’ve been dreaming about a bike again.

Not just any bike—one of those dream machines from my school days. A Dominar 400.
Or maybe the Interceptor I’ve obsessed over since I first heard its exhaust note online at 2AM.

I could technically get one now.
Maybe take a loan. Stretch my 40k/month salary.
Get that instant high of riding out of the showroom, keys in hand, wind in my face, and debt in my lungs.

But then I think:

  • Do I want this dream to be followed by 24 months of EMI-induced stress?
  • Do I want to resent this bike every time money leaves my account just for owning it?
  • Wouldn’t I rather ride it guilt-free someday? Paid in full. Mine in every sense?

And the answer is always the same:
Yes. I want the freedom with the thing—not just the thing.


💡 What I’ve Learned

Money teaches you a lot when you’re not trying to spend it fast.

Here’s what stuck with me:

  • Instant ownership steals long-term joy.
  • Waiting builds value.
  • Desire is a better fuel than debt.

When you don’t have something, it hurts.
But it hurts with purpose.
And when you do get it—finally, fully—it hits different.

On EMI, the happiness is short.
The payments are long.

When you save?
The pain is upfront.
But the joy lasts.


📌 Final Thoughts

I'm not anti-EMI because I'm anti-progress.
I’m just not willing to trade emotional freedom for financial pressure.

Everything I truly want?
I’ll wait for it.
Build toward it.
Own it when I’m ready.

Because nothing I love should come with monthly regret baked in.


đź’¬ Do you live by a no-EMI rule too? Or have you found a way to balance it without regret?
Either way, I’m curious. Because for me—saving is a quiet rebellion. And it’s the only kind I can afford right now.

 

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