Over the last few months, I’ve noticed a new trend among engineering leaders.

AI code editors are everywhere. Weekend projects are everywhere. Internal demos are everywhere.

“I built this over the weekend.”

“Claude generated this in two hours.”

“Look how much faster software development has become.”

I genuinely love seeing this.

As engineering leaders, we should absolutely experiment with AI. We should understand the tools our teams are using. We should see firsthand how dramatically AI has changed the way code is written.

But I’m also becoming increasingly concerned about the conclusion many of us are drawing from these experiences.

The problem isn’t that AI makes coding easier.

It absolutely does.

The problem begins when a successful weekend prototype becomes evidence that enterprise software delivery should now happen five times faster.

And that’s where our assumptions start influencing real decisions. What we experience over a weekend can quietly become the expectation we set for our teams on Monday morning.

Writing a proof of concept over a weekend and delivering a production-grade enterprise application are two entirely different problems.

One proves an idea in a controlled environment. The other must earn the trust of real users, every single day.

AI has dramatically accelerated many programming tasks. It has not accelerated the entire software delivery lifecycle by the same proportion.

Enterprise software isn’t difficult just because writing code is hard. Much of the difficulty starts long before the first line of code is written.

Different stakeholders want different things. Requirements evolve while implementation is underway. Business priorities shift. Edge cases appear only after deeper discussions.

It is necessary for someone to turn those unstructured conversations into Jira stories or specs that are detailed enough to build today, safe enough to avoid breaking the functionality from yesterday, and flexible enough to meet tomorrow’s requirements.

The bottleneck isn’t always how quickly engineers can implement a requirement. It’s how quickly the organization can produce a requirement worth implementing.

And even after coding begins, those conversations rarely stop.

On top of that, teams must deal with architecture reviews, security considerations, system integrations, testing, performance validation, CI/CD pipelines, production monitoring, compliance, documentation, incident response, and years of maintenance.

AI can help with many of these activities. But it doesn’t eliminate them.

After nearly two decades in enterprise software engineering, one lesson has remained remarkably consistent.

Writing code has rarely been the biggest bottleneck.

Alignment is. Decision-making is. Requirement clarity is. Cross-team dependencies are. Managing risk is. Removing ambiguity is.

These are also the areas where great engineering leadership creates the most value.

Yet I wonder whether some of us are becoming so focused on demonstrating what we can build with AI that we’re overlooking where our leadership can make a bigger difference.

Our teams don’t need another weekend developer.

They need leaders who can create clarity, make strategic decisions, remove organizational friction, prioritize efficiently, and create an environment where engineers can do their best work.

That’s where leadership compounds.

The misconception that AI makes software delivery five times faster creates a chain reaction inside engineering organizations.

Expectations rise. Timelines shrink. Pressure increases.

Teams stretch themselves to meet goals that were based on a partial understanding of what actually takes time.

Developers start working longer days. Weekends become normal. Testing gets compressed. Technical debt quietly accumulates. Quality begins to slip.

Ironically, the pressure intended to accelerate delivery often slows it down over time through production issues, rework, burnout, and employee attrition.

I’ve seen talented engineers work twelve-hour days; not because the problem was impossible, but because the expectations were.

And when delivery still falls behind, we sometimes respond with even more pressure, assuming the team hasn’t fully embraced AI. We end up treating the symptoms of a broken expectation as a productivity problem.

We keep asking our teams to move faster, when perhaps we should be asking ourselves what we’re doing to remove the things slowing them down.

I’m not suggesting leaders should stop experimenting with AI.

Quite the opposite.

Remain curious. Build small tools. Automate your own workflows.

One of the best examples I’ve seen was a leader who used Devin to automate Jira updates and pull delivery insights on demand, instead of waiting for someone else to generate reports. That removed friction for everyone involved.

He didn’t just make his own work faster. He gave time back to the people who were doing the delivery.

That’s AI improving leadership.

So, the real opportunity isn’t to prove that we can code with AI. It’s to use what we’ve learned to make our teams and organizations more effective.

A Note to Developers

If you’re a developer, don’t read this as validation to dismiss AI.

AI is probably the biggest productivity leap our profession has seen in decades.

Don’t spend your energy arguing about its limitations. Learn it. Master it.

Use it to eliminate repetitive work, accelerate implementation, improve quality, and spend more of your time solving engineering problems that actually require experience and judgment.

The developers who thrive will be those who know when to use AI, when to question it, and when to rely on their own engineering judgment.

AI can accelerate how we write code. Engineering judgment determines what we build and how well it works. Leadership determines whether we deliver it successfully.

Software engineering has always carried a strange duality. This profession requires accuracy, creativity, and mental focus. But it often happens within organizations that push these skills too far.

Somewhere between these two realities lies a growing confusion. What is genuine burnout? And, what is a quiet erosion of professional discipline!

This confusion matters. Because if we misdiagnose the problem, we end up prescribing the wrong fix. And like any poorly designed system, that leads to cascading failures.

1. The Reality of the Craft

Let’s start with the uncomfortable truth — Software Engineering is hard.

Not “busy hard.” Not “calendar full” hard. It’s cognitively expensive work. The kind that requires deep focus, long stretches of uninterrupted thinking, and the ability to hold complex systems in your head without dropping threads.

Writing good code is closer to designing a distributed system than completing a checklist.

Deep work is not optional in this field; it is the field.

Now add real-world constraints — legacy systems, incomplete documentation, shifting requirements, complex dependencies, production incidents at 2 AM, the weight of technical debt, and the fast pace of technological evolution.

Working in such a living system under a constant pressure environment can break people.

Toxic cultures amplify this pressure to unhealthy levels. Unlimited on-call rotations, 80-hour crunch weeks, leadership that confuses urgency with importance and imagines working on continuous weekends as a solution to a bad strategy create conditions that go beyond stress. They create genuine, medically recognized burnout. Exhaustion, detachment, and declining performance are not signs of weakness; they are signals of system overload.

So, burnout is real. It is serious. And in many cases, it is entirely justified.

But that’s only one side of the equation.

2. The Accountability Gap

The “honest 8 hours” has quietly eroded.

Parallel to this reality, another trend has emerged, especially on social media.

Work itself has become the villain.

Scroll through any platform, and you’ll find a steady stream of content framing effort as exploitation, discipline as oppression, and ambition as something to be questioned.

The narrative often sounds like this — “If you’re tired, it must be the system. If you’re struggling, it must be the job.”

That’s convenient. But it’s not always accurate.

There is a growing gap between expectations and output. Many engineers want flexibility, high compensation, remote work, and rapid career growth. All reasonable desires. But those benefits are tied to something foundational — consistent, focused effort.

And this is where things start to slip.

The “honest 8 hours” has quietly eroded. Not in terms of time spent at a desk, but in terms of actual cognitive engagement. Context-switching, shallow work, passive scrolling, and fragmented attention have become the norm. This results in the work that stretches across the day without ever reaching depth.

This is not burnout. This is inefficiency. And, often, an entitlement to outcomes without corresponding input. Many want the rewards of mastery without the discomfort of practice. They expect to reach the senior-level compensation without going through the junior-level discipline.

That’s not a systemic failure. That’s a personal one.

3. The Professional Standard

These are not easy questions. But they are necessary ones.

What does professionalism actually mean in modern engineering?

There’s an implicit contract in the software field. Organizations offer flexibility, autonomy, and relatively high pay. In return, they expect output that reflects skill, effort, and integrity.

When that contract is balanced, things work. When it’s not, friction builds on both sides.

Work-life balance is often framed as a one-way entitlement. But in reality, it’s a two-way system. You can’t expect sustained flexibility if your output is inconsistent or shallow.

This is where the idea of “quiet quitting” enters the conversation.

On the surface, it’s positioned as a way to set boundaries. Doing only what’s required and nothing more. In some cases, that’s a healthy correction against overwork. But in others, it becomes a cover.

A cover for disengagement.
A cover for stagnation.
A cover for not pushing beyond comfort.

The difference is subtle but important.

A professional sets boundaries and delivers high-quality work within those boundaries. They optimize their energy, focus deeply, and produce results that stand up to scrutiny.

Someone hiding behind “quiet quitting” often does the minimum, without the rigor. Tasks get done, but not well. Problems are avoided, not solved.

In system terms, this is like accumulating silent technical debt. Nothing breaks immediately. But over time, the system becomes harder to maintain, slower to evolve, and more prone to failure.

Professional stewardship is the antidote.

It means taking ownership of your work. Not just completing tickets, but understanding systems. Not just writing code, but improving it. Not just working hours, but making those hours count.

It also means being honest with yourself.

Are you truly burnt out? Or are you avoiding the discomfort of deep work?

Are you overwhelmed by unreasonable demands? Or underperforming relative to your potential?

These are not easy questions. But they are necessary ones.

Bridging the Paradox

The engineering paradox exists because both sides are true.

The industry can push people to unhealthy extremes. And those conditions need to be fixed by leaders who understand that sustainable systems require sustainable engineers.

At the same time, the erosion of discipline, focus, and accountability is real. And that cannot be solved by policy or culture alone. It requires individual responsibility.

So, burnout deserves empathy and structural change. But professional decline demands ownership and correction.

Confusing the two only delays progress.

Final Thought

Software engineering is not supposed to be easy. It’s supposed to be meaningful.

And meaning comes from engagement, from pushing through complexity, solving real problems, and building systems that matter. If you’re exhausted because the system is broken, fix the system or step away.

But if you’re drifting because the discipline has slipped, fix yourself.

In the end, the best software engineers are not just those who avoid burnout. They are the ones who maintain integrity in how they work day after day, commit after commit.

That’s the real standard.

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Let’s be honest.

AI coding assistants aren’t being used to boost engineering creativity or free up time for deeper thinking. They’re being used to cut costs and ship faster. Companies say they want better quality and empowered engineers. But what is the actual incentive?

Smaller teams, tighter budgets, faster output.

It’s not a revolution in craftsmanship. It’s a spreadsheet win.

I’ve been building software and leading teams for close to two decades. I’ve seen multiple innovation waves hit the industry, including mobile, cloud, agile, DevOps, and now AI. Each wave promised to unlock engineering excellence.

But what’s happening today feels different. It’s not just a tool evolution, it’s a cultural shift. And not necessarily in a good way.

The saved time by using AI tools isn’t going into better system design or more thoughtful solutioning. It’s going into tighter deadlines, leaner teams, and a pressure cooker of “do more with less”.

And yes, I understand where companies are coming from.

Over time, companies accumulated a lot of fat, i.e., excessive headcount. Hiring more was seen as a sign of growth. COVID-19 pushed companies to overestimate their product usage by people, and they hired a large number of employees with very high salaries. The growth fizzled away as the covid restrictions were reduced, and people preferred offline modes.

Hence, the correction was inevitable. Companies are trying to be lean without looking like profit-focused monsters. AI is the perfect cover to reduce cost while maintaining output and the company’s public image.

But let’s not pretend this is about enabling craftsmanship or empowering engineers. That’s lip service. The underlying goal is to maximise organisational efficiency and profit, not to promote developers’ long-term growth.

And that’s exactly why this concerns me not just as an engineer, but also as someone who has built teams and watched people grow.

These new-age developers will find themselves lacking ideas when they grow up and will have nothing to show as senior developers. People coming in fresh from college can do the exact same as these future senior developers who have spent 5 to 10 years in the software industry.

On the other hand, people are proudly claiming on LinkedIn and Twitter that they can code with the help of AI, without knowing how to code. Product managers and non-tech people leaders are excitedly sharing how they’ve built apps using AI tools, without ever learning the fundamentals.

And that’s great for them. I’m genuinely happy to see more people getting into coding and developing software.

I’m not worried about the non-coder vibe programmers in particular. I’m concerned about the impact all this has on the next generations of developers.

Because here’s what I see happening under the surface:

Instead of viewing AI coding assistants as assistants, developers are going to use it as the end-all of software development.

And when that happens, depth takes a backseat. Given an easy path, most people will take it to do their work and will not pay attention to how to better utilise the time saved.

The result?

Developers, five or ten years into the job, will find they have nothing to show for their experience. No problem-solving edge. No architectural thinking. No ability to debug a complex system. Because the tools did all the heavy lifting, and they were never pushed to think deeply.

If we continue down this path, we won’t have senior developers in a decade. We’ll have prompt engineers who know how to coax AI tools but lack the expertise to build resilient systems from scratch.

However, the smarter approach isn’t to reject AI. It’s to reposition it.

While companies are pushing for AI usage, let AI remove the monotonous effort required to do the busy work. Let it assist. But as a developer, use the saved time to:

• Go deeper into architecture
• Mentor younger engineers
• Collaborate better with business
• Improve system thinking

Because the only way to build sustainable engineering excellence is through depth, not just speed of delivery.

Otherwise, we’ll end up with developers who’ve coded for a decade but never really learned how to build.

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Most people think long rides start with a plan. Mine started with a feeling.

Not a childhood dream.

Not a bucket list item.

Just a pulse.

A need to ride. To disappear into the road for a while. To get away, not from life, but into it.

I never imagined I would ride over 5,200 kilometers on a motorcycle across 9 Indian states, facing temperatures that swung from 50 degrees Celsius in the heartland to below freezing in the Himalayas. I’m not the kind of person who steps out just to get food on a typical day.

And yet, there I was — sweating through heatwaves, gliding through snowy valleys, dropping my bike four times, and still holding on to a quiet, indescribable joy.

This wasn’t about testing my endurance.

It wasn’t about ticking off destinations.

It was about understanding something — about the road, the machine, and maybe even about myself.

Along the way, I lost 5 kilograms of body weight, battled oxygen deprivation, and once even lost consciousness — saved by my friend who diligently carried an oxygen cylinder in his bag, just in case.

And yet, I never once regretted the journey.

Passion has a strange way of shaping you. It doesn’t just take you places — it rewires how you see everything. This ride did that for me. Not because I planned it to, but because I let it happen.

What follows isn’t a travel guide. It’s a memory map. A series of days lived on the edge of discomfort and wonder. It’s about roads and machines, yes — but also about silence, small joys, and the strange peace that lives only between the kilometers.

Day 1 — The Ride Begins, and the Heat Hits Hard

Bangalore to Hyderabad | June 1, 2024 | ~570 KM, 13 hours

The morning we rolled out of Bangalore, it felt like freedom. The kind of quiet excitement only a long ride can bring. Three of us, geared up and throttling out around 6 AM, with one goal — Srinagar. Over 3,000 km stood between us and the snow-covered north, but at that moment, all that mattered was the road ahead.

The Bangalore weather gave us a false sense of comfort. Cool breeze, smooth roads, and a sleepy city watching us disappear into the horizon. But we knew — once we left the city limits, it would be a different story. The forecasts warned of a heatwave. What we didn’t know was just how brutal it would be.

The first half of the ride was a breeze — literally. Wide highways, open throttle, and my KTM 390 Adventure gliding with confidence. It had just come back from servicing and felt brand new. High-speed cruising is where this machine shines. It was quiet, powerful, and made the early hours feel like flying low over the asphalt. The landscape was a bit dull — just long stretches of road flanked by huge rock formations. I usually crave the greens, the ghats, the scent of trees and wet soil. But with days of riding ahead, I didn’t mind the fast, flat roads on Day 1.

As the sun climbed, the heat punched in hard. By 12:30 PM, it became unbearable. We found a restaurant with AC, parked, and stepped inside like men rescued from a desert. That cool air felt like a second life. I remember resting my head on the side wall at our table, just to cool down. We didn’t leave till around 3:30 PM.

Outside, I noticed my left saddlebag rain cover was torn — sliced clean. Maybe someone brushed past it with a cycle or parked too close. It was new. But I don’t fret over small things. With 17 days of adventure ahead, this was nothing.

The heat outside was still punishing. Riding felt like walking into a furnace. We pushed on toward Hyderabad, weaving through the afternoon haze, finally reaching the edge of the city near the ring road around 7 PM. A cool shower never felt so healing. Dinner was forgettable, but a good night's rest was everything.

That night, tired and slightly cooked, we had a moment of realization — this plan won’t work if we keep riding in peak sun. Central India was next, and it would only get hotter. So we made a new plan: start earlier. We said 4 AM. We left around 6 AM. Close enough.

Rider Moments — the Soul Between the Miles

There’s something about petrol pump stops on these rides. People notice the bikes. Their eyes light up with curiosity and admiration. Questions follow: “Kitna cc hai?” “Mileage kya hai?” “Itna door jaa rahe ho?” You can see it in their faces — fascination mixed with the quiet realization that these bikes, this ride, may never be theirs. But in that moment, we share something. They give us water, tips, even warnings about road conditions ahead. These are the invisible threads that make the ride richer.

The ride also gave me time with myself. Thanks to my 10-rupee 3M earplugs and my SMK helmet with sun visor (highly recommended, by the way), the windblast was tamed and the world outside faded just enough to let my thoughts in. I thought of everything and nothing — past choices, people, wins, regrets. And through it all, a deep sense of gratitude filled me.

I’m privileged. I know it.

To ride like this, to feel the wind, to think in peace — what more could I ask for?

Santhosh and I had intercoms — Bluarmor. Regretfully, they didn’t work as expected. Decent in the city, almost useless on highways at over 60 km/h. Sunil had a different brand, so we were mostly silent riders — just synced by understanding built over previous rides. We didn’t need to talk much. We just knew.

There weren’t many photo stops. Heat kills the desire to pull over and pose. Except one funny moment: Sunil got a speeding challan near a school zone — ₹1,000 gone. Ironically, he was the slowest among us that day.

Lastly, my surprise MVP of the day? My big flask. I thought it would serve in Ladakh’s chill. But it became a savior in the heat. The steel outside burned to the touch, but the water inside stayed cold. A small miracle. I filled it wherever I could, and it cooled my throat like nothing else. I had no idea it would become that valuable. But it did. It stayed with me through the harshest sun Central India had to offer.

Day 2 — Of Old Roads and Heatwaves That Burn Through Memory

Hyderabad to Nagpur | June 2, 2024 | ~500 KM, 12 hours

We left Hyderabad around 6 AM. Not quite the 4 AM start we promised ourselves after Day 1’s heat punishment — but still early enough to enjoy the cool breath of a city just waking up. Riding through the empty lanes as the sun cracked through the horizon was like gliding through a memory.

Hyderabad felt familiar. I had lived and worked here from 2005 to 2009, and as we rode through its wide roads and quiet sectors, a strange nostalgia settled in. So much had changed — the city had grown denser, busier — but in that still morning light, I could see echoes of the past.

With Santhosh riding beside me, our intercoms open and working well on the slow city ride, I shared stories from those days, reliving moments that were long faded. Funny how the mind opens up on two wheels.

Once we escaped the city limits, the warmth began to creep in. Not aggressively at first — just a suggestion, like a reminder of what we were about to enter again. But it didn’t stay subtle for long.

The central belt of India is different. The greenery fades, the air feels thinner, and the sun has a crueller edge. The kind of heat that doesn’t just exhaust you — it sneaks into your gear, bakes your helmet, and simmers under your gloves. By 10 am, we were back in the heatwave, each gust of wind a hot slap instead of a breeze.

We joked through the intercom about our next-day plan: “We start our ride at 4 AM tomorrow. For real.”

But we said it the way students promise to start studying early during exam prep breaks, knowing well it’s more hope than habit.

And yet, hope is a good thing when you’re on a motorcycle in 47°C heat.

What saved us — again — was the gear. The moisture-wicking riding t-shirt I bought online for ₹500 was worth every rupee. It clung to the body just right, wicked away the sweat, and gave some illusion of coolness. Over that, I wore a thin, sleeveless cooling vest soaked in water. It evaporated in 15 minutes — far short of the couple of hours it claimed — but still, it helped block the worst of the frying wind. My arms, though, took the brunt of it.

And under it all, my true hero — the orthopaedic back support belt. You don’t think about your spine until it screams at you. Mine didn’t — thanks to that belt. It held me upright, supported me through every bump and vibration, and across 17 days, never let me feel the weight of the road.

Once outside the city limits, I found myself drifting into thought again. About the absurdity of this ride. About how much motorcycle engineering has progressed — the KTM 390 ADV just kept going, without flinching in the heat. No overheating, no hiccups. Just smooth, raw power.

And I thought about how grateful I was, not just for the machine, but for being able to afford it. This wasn’t imaginable for me a decade ago. People with the right intention said, “Why not get a car instead?”

But where’s the poetry in that!

The highway between Hyderabad and Nagpur was mostly uneventful — just long, dry stretches with fewer places to eat, more dusty dhabas, and vast empty roads. Nothing scenic. Just miles to cover. I stuck to the left lane, kept a steady pace, and let my thoughts drift where they wanted.

I honestly don’t remember if we even had lunch that day. That’s how harsh the heat was — it blurred the hours, erased the appetite. But we finally rolled into Nagpur by around 6 PM.

The hotel was forgettable — small room, not well maintained — but we didn’t care. Another warm shower (courtesy of the outside temperature), some rest, and dinner downstairs. The food was actually decent, much better than Hyderabad’s dinner situation.

And then came the chocolate incident.

The hotel receptionist sent up a huge pack of Cadbury chocolates, assorted and carefully wrapped, meant for Sunil. No one knew why. The service guy wouldn’t give it to me, even when I offered to pass it on.

“Madam sent it for Sunil sir.”, he said.

We laughed about it for hours. That strange, sweet moment in the middle of a brutally hot ride made for the perfect story later.

We ended the day the way we began it — with the promise of a 4 AM start. Firm this time. Absolutely non-negotiable.

What do you think of how that turned out?

Day 3 — Of Forest Breezes, Broken Stations, and the Beauty of Trying

Nagpur to Sagar | June 3, 2024 | ~430 KM, ~9 hours

We were up early. Bags packed, bikes loaded before 5 AM. It wasn’t the perfect 4 AM start we had promised each other the night before, but we decided to call it “progress.” Improvement, not perfection.

But as we were about to ride out, the hotel staff stopped us.

Not to complain. To click photos.

There’s something almost universal about the way people react to a motorcycle packed for the long haul. Maybe it reminds them of a kind of freedom they forgot. Maybe it’s the gear, the weight, the dust, or the quiet thrill in the rider’s eyes. The hotel staff gathered around us with excitement, clicking selfies, asking questions, even recording our departure like we were celebrities. It was fun, but not unfamiliar. These are the little rituals of every long ride.

We rolled out of Nagpur with the early light brushing the road. The air was still cool, and the roads were forgiving. Around 7:30 AM, we entered the highway stretch cutting through the Pench Tiger Reserve.

And suddenly, everything changed.

The road curved gently. Tall trees stretched overhead, mist still hanging in the branches. A light drizzle had just passed — its scent still lingering in the air. The asphalt was dark and clean, wet only in patches. The breeze was cool, the light golden, and the silence deeper than usual.

It was the kind of stretch that doesn’t ask for words. Just presence.

But presence was difficult. I started to feel sleepy. Too sleepy. The soothing weather, the hypnotic straight lines, the hum of the engine — everything was conspiring to lull me into dreams. I tried to push through, tried to hold on. I wanted to make the best of the weather conditions to cover the maximum distance. But after a few kilometers, I gave in. We pulled over next to a tiny roadside shop still warming up for the day.

Tea was being brewed. Poha was on the stove. We stretched, laughed about the sleepiness, and soaked in the forest air. It was the first time in this trip we paused, not because of the heat or fatigue, but because we wanted to. Two rounds of tea, some poha, and a few photos later, we rode on.

That stretch through Pench remains one of the most memorable pieces of road I’ve ever ridden. The right road at the right time in the right weather — it’s rare when everything aligns like that.

But of course, the bliss didn’t last.

As we rode out of the forest belt, the heat began to rise. We braced ourselves. Thankfully, Day 3’s distance was shorter. Mentally, we had framed it as our recovery day — the day we ride easy, reach early, and rest well. That promise kept our spirits high even as the heatwave returned with full force.

The landscape had changed. Central India now looked dry and sparse. Settlements appeared less frequently. The terrain had hardened. And with it came a different kind of silence — a silence shaped by poverty, not peace. We passed long stretches with nothing but barren land, broken signboards, and an unsettling number of defunct petrol stations — abandoned, paint peeled, their canopies hanging like tired arms.

I couldn’t help but think about life in this part of the country. We were passing through with our expensive bikes, riding gear, gadgets, and all — but this heat, this land, this hardship… it was someone’s everyday reality.

I felt grateful. I felt guilty. I felt small.

These are the kinds of thoughts that creep in when the road outside offers nothing to distract you and everything to humble you.

Still, we kept moving.

Every working petrol pump was a checkpoint of joy. We’d stop, refill our tanks, fill our bottles with cold water, soak ourselves, and — of course — drench the cooling vest again. It never lasted more than 20 minutes in that brutal heat, but it helped.

As always, the petrol pump staff were warm and full of questions. Where are you from? Where are you going? How long have you been riding? Their curiosity was genuine, their welcome heartfelt. They invited us to rest in the shade, treated us with a kind of warmth you only find in people who don’t meet riders like us often but deeply respect the spirit of the ride.

Eventually, we reached Sagar.

The city was hot. Boiling, actually. The traffic stop squares were covered with white cloths to provide some respite to the people waiting for the signal to turn green. We wove through narrow lanes looking for our hotel, getting delayed by confusing turns and local traffic. But when we reached — it was worth it. The hotel was new, clean, and surprisingly spacious. No dedicated parking, but we were used to trusting strangers with our machines by now. The receptionist reassured us — “There’s CCTV. Don’t worry.” And we didn’t.

Riders trust their gut. And ours said we’d be fine.

The room was great. We showered (again, hot water courtesy of the weather), ordered lunch, and crashed for the afternoon. We didn’t step outside again.

One last thing before we close the day — the gel-padded cycling pants. I had two with me, and by Day 3, I was starting to really appreciate them. Even with the support, I could feel the strain building. But without them? I’d probably have needed a hospital, not a hotel. (Saddling on the bike helps, though)

We promised ourselves an even earlier start the next day — 3 AM this time. Surely that would beat the heat. Surely this time we’d stick to the plan.

Surely…

Day 4 – Of Lost Turns, Boiling Showers, and the Politics

Sagar to Mathura | June 4, 2024 | ~400 KM, 9 hours

We woke up around 2 AM—determined, clear-headed, quietly proud. By 4 AM, our bags were strapped down, helmets clicked into place, and headlights on. It felt like a win. After three days of trying, we had finally hit our target start time. Spirits were high. The road ahead seemed lighter, somehow. Less daunting. Mathura was just a little over 400 kilometers away, and if we kept the pace, we’d make it before the heat turned merciless again.

But as always, plans are one thing. The road is another.

In the darkness, Google Maps sent us astray. We found ourselves squeezing through what seemed like someone’s backyard—a narrow lane barely wide enough for a two-wheeler. We turned back quickly, laughing at the absurdity of trusting software in a place where intuition would’ve done better. We lost around 15 minutes that morning just trying to get out.

After that, we stopped relying on the map. We began asking people on morning walks. A few misdirections and dead ends later, we finally reached the highway by 5:30 AM.

The horizon was waking up. Faint light scattered through the clouds, and there was a hint of drizzle in the air. The smell of wet earth lifted the fatigue from the early morning detour. The breeze was cool, the roads were wide open, and for a couple of hours, everything felt right. Just us, the machines, and the quiet promise of a good riding day.

But by 9 AM, the heat had returned.

We pulled over around 10 AM under the rare gift of a tree. Next to it, a khatia—a woven bed—invited us to pause. A small roadside shop sold chilled 2-liter water bottles. We drank, refilled, and then I poured almost a full liter of cold water over my head. The feeling of that icy stream tracing down the back of my neck and spine? Pure relief. Like being given permission to breathe again.

We sat there for 15, maybe 20 minutes. Silent. Grateful. Repeating the ritual of water-soak and restart.

Lunch was skipped again. The logic was simple now: ride before 12, stop after. The sun, after noon, felt personal—like it was chasing us with intent. We were close to Mathura by then. Barely two hours to go. The roads were excellent—smooth, wide, and almost empty. But riding fast wasn’t an option. The heat was slicing through our ventilated jackets, stinging our arms and back with dry blasts of wind. It was like riding inside an open oven. The only thought that kept me going was a cold shower and a dark room.

We reached the hotel around 1:30 PM. It was an unexpected setup—a wedding hall with no wedding. The place was empty. Eerily quiet. But the rooms were clean and new. The bikes were parked inside the compound, safe and secure. That’s one less thing to worry about tonight.

I opened the taps in the bathroom and was met with water so hot that it felt like punishment. The sunlight hitting the water tanks all morning had turned every faucet into a geyser. I filled buckets and waited, lying still under the air conditioner that did little to help, the room itself being slowly baked by the sun through a large glass panel.

Then came a summer thunderstorm. Brief, loud, and utterly perfect. Rain cooled the air. The room felt breathable again. I finally bathed, ordered pizza, and fell asleep for a few hours.

That evening, we met the only other soul in the building (apart from the caretaker, of course)—the owner. As we stepped out for a short walk, he invited us into his office, where he sat with a news channel playing quietly on a TV in the corner. It was June 4th—the day the General Election results were coming in.

He launched into his views on the outcome. I listened. I’ve learned not to engage too deeply in political discussions while travelling. Everyone has their view. And everyone’s view, I’ve realized, is shaped more by local experiences than global events. The weather, the price of onions, a neighbor’s job loss—these carry more weight than policy papers or manifestos.

Still, I enjoyed the conversation. It’s always interesting to see how people connect the dots of their lives to the larger national picture. We all do it. We all draw meaning from the world through our own narrow lens. But hearing someone else’s lens, even briefly, can be grounding.

That night, we didn’t bother with dinner. We finished off the leftover pizza, packed our bags, and promised, once again, to wake up at 2 AM and start even earlier.

It would be our fourth attempt to beat the sun.
Because sometimes, the only thing more enduring than the heat… is the hope.

Day 5 – Of Swarms, Smooth Roads, and a Hint of Rhythm

Mathura to Ambala | June 5, 2024 | ~360 KM, ~6 hours

By Day 5, something had changed. Maybe it was the discipline finally kicking in, or just a natural surrender to the road’s rhythm—but we were up by 2:30 AM and out of the hotel before 5. There was a quiet satisfaction in that. For the first time since we began, we had kept our word. And it felt… smooth.

We woke up the lone caretaker, paid for a few bottles of water, and rolled out into the early darkness. There’s something different about riding before dawn. The roads are yours. The air is still cool. The world hasn’t started yet.

But nature had other plans.

The highway was thick with mosquitoes, so many that our headlights caught them in swarms, tapping against our visors like a light rain. At first, we laughed. But by the time we reached a toll booth, we were genuinely stunned. Our helmets, visors, headlights, fog lamps—everything was smeared with crushed mosquitoes. It looked like a scene out of a zombie film. We wiped them off with tissues, exchanged some exaggerated horror-movie sound effects, and moved on, still chuckling at the absurdity of it.

And then… the morning opened up.

But the sunrise wasn’t what we expected. Instead of the dramatic golden burst we’d seen on earlier days, the sun appeared as a dull, orange-red smudge behind a curtain of haze. It hung low and blurred, like a painted circle rubbed halfway out. Hauntingly beautiful, but deeply unsettling. The smog from industrial zones along the Delhi–Mathura highway had filtered the sky into something quiet and toxic.

It looked like art. It felt like a warning.

The road, however, was excellent. Smooth and wide, humming under our wheels. Riding at that hour, through the stillness of a polluted dawn, was oddly calming. The body was finally syncing with the machine. The road no longer felt like a challenge—it was becoming familiar.

Around 7:30 AM, we stopped at a highway dhaba for breakfast. It was the kind of simple luxury only long-distance riders understand. Hot paneer parathas, thick curd, and coffee. Everything tasted perfect. The sun was climbing, but the shade still had a morning calmness to it.

Crossing Delhi was less poetic.

The traffic had already begun to thicken. Office hours were kicking in, and though we had planned well, navigating through the city still took time. The temperature rose, the clutch hand began to ache, and the air lost its sweetness. But it was bearable, only because we had started early. Small victories. Hard-earned.

By around 11 AM, we reached Ambala. The hotel was a delight—clean, spacious, and cool. We had finally broken the cycle of late arrivals, rushed showers, and skipped meals. This felt different, like we had settled into the journey.

We showered, lunched at the hotel’s in-house restaurant (fantastic food), and relaxed. Then came the small errands—Santhosh’s bike chain had loosened up and needed adjusting. I made the rookie mistake of stepping out in half-cargo pants and slippers. As we rode slowly, searching for a mechanic, the heat from my KTM’s engine hit the bare skin of my foot like a furnace. That moment is seared—literally and figuratively—into my memory. The skin was nearly peeling. Lesson learned.

Later, we found a KTM service center right next to the hotel. I picked up spare brake pads and a clutch cable—standard prep for what was ahead in Ladakh. Not urgent, but necessary. This wasn’t just any ride anymore. We were entering a different kind of terrain soon, where things can’t be left to luck.

The evening was uneventful. Dinner was early, and sleep came quickly. For the first time since we began, everything had clicked.
We woke early. We rode well. We reached before the heat overtook us. We took care of our machines. We planned for the next day.

It may sound mundane. But on long rides, these small wins stack up.
And suddenly, you’re not just riding anymore.
You’re flowing.

Day 6 – From Barren Heat to Mountain Breezes and a Hint of the Himalayas

Ambala to Udhampur | June 6, 2024 | ~420 KM, ~12 hours

We started at 4 AM. For the second time in a row, we’d managed to keep our commitment. That alone felt like a small but important victory. The sky was still dark, the air calm and cool, and we were filled with a quiet excitement. This was the day we would start leaving the burning plains behind. The promise of higher altitudes and cooler weather was all the motivation we needed.

By 7 AM, we had already covered over 150 kilometers. The ride was smooth, the traffic light, and the climate still crisp. No heat yet. No struggle. Just motion.

Around 8 AM, we stopped at a place called A-1 Dhaba. In this part of the country, skipping parathas and lassi would’ve felt like disrespect. So we indulged. The food was simple and delicious—thick parathas, cold creamy lassi, and that post-breakfast contentment that only riders understand.

We continued cruising until lunch. Roads were still decent, and the heat was creeping in, but not overwhelming. After what we had endured over the last five days, this felt manageable—almost pleasant. The body has a way of adjusting when the mind is aligned.

Around noon, we stopped at a large rest area. It was the kind of place with a wide parking lot, polished glass-fronted stores, and security guards in uniform. A far cry from the barren, broken-road stops of central India. That contrast—the visual and economic—was striking. Within a span of a few days, we had ridden through absolute scarcity and now into polished convenience. Riding across India, you don’t just see the terrain shift—you feel the inequalities roll past your visor.

We parked under a tin shade and entered a McDonald's—a brief reset into familiarity. A young girl at the kiosk, eager to help, nearly cancelled my espresso order, confused by the absence of milk. When I told her I knew what espresso was, she smiled sheepishly and explained how many people complain after tasting it. We all laughed. It reminded me of another time—ordering espresso at a hospital cafeteria in Bhubaneswar, where the server insisted I take a cappuccino instead. A small but oddly common moment in smaller cities—espresso is often misunderstood.

Lunch wrapped, spirits restored, we hit the road again. This time, the terrain began to change.

The road started to climb. Gentle bends gave way to sharper twists. The surface broke down into parts. Trucks lined the sides of the narrow road—dozens of them, their drivers asleep under the shade of their giant machines. It was their rest time, and we took that as our cue to get through before the trucks rolled out. Getting stuck behind them on those rough mountain bends would have meant crawling for hours.

We pushed through.

At a petrol pump high up in the hills, we filled our tanks and took a short break. The air was noticeably cooler now. After days of heat, the wind felt like grace. No one said it, but we all knew: we were entering a different part of the journey now.

By late afternoon, we rolled into Udhampur. The hotel was easy to spot—right along the highway. We checked in, hauled our bags to a modest but clean room, and let ourselves collapse into it.

Sunil went out for a haircut—he wanted to look good in the photos we’d be taking in Srinagar and Ladakh. That cracked us up. A biker preparing for vanity in the mountains—there was something both hilarious and endearing about it.

I showered and rested. I don’t even remember whether I had dinner or not. My body was quiet. My mind was calmer. I just remember sleeping well. Really well.

That night, we didn’t set alarms. The next day, we would ride to Srinagar. No more racing the sun. No more heat to outrun. We were finally entering the terrain that had called us in the first place.

We packed most of our bags and fell asleep fast, tired, peaceful, and ready.

I almost forgot — My bike hit the first 10,000 kilometers on this day. That’s a pleasant experience to have as a biker.

Day 7 – From Heat to Heaven: The First Sight of the Himalayas

Udhampur to Srinagar | June 7, 2024 | ~190 KM, ~5 hours

We woke up around 5 AM. No rush. No alarms. Just the soft light of a mountain morning and the quiet excitement of knowing we were finally, truly close. Bikes loaded, jackets zipped, a slight chill in the air. It felt like a different ride now—lighter, smoother, cleaner.

The air was crisp. Cool. And as we rolled out of Udhampur, our machines felt almost weightless beneath us. After six gruelling days and over 2800 kilometers through sweltering plains and bone-dry highways, this was bliss.

We rode for nearly three hours without stopping. The terrain began to shift—tight bends, higher climbs, trees growing taller and thicker, and the occasional burst of wind that tasted like snow long melted. When we finally hit the Srinagar highway, we knew.

We pulled over. Not out of need, but out of awe.

It was the Himalayas—my first sighting. Not in pictures, not in stories, not in someone’s Instagram reel. This was real. Towering, still, ancient. Something about them made time slow down. Maybe it was their sheer scale. Maybe the way the clouds moved around them, like whispers. Maybe it was the journey we had endured to get here.

We sat near a cluster of roadside food joints and ordered breakfast—hot, fresh, and simple. Parathas, tea, and for dessert, malpua—crisp at the edges, soft at the center, soaked in syrup. It felt like celebration food. We weren’t in a hurry anymore. We had earned this pause. Without realizing it, we stayed there for over an hour, just soaking in the mountains, the food, and the peace.

Then came the final stretch.

We got back on the bikes for the last two hours of riding before Srinagar. And something magical happened. None of us talked. There was no chatter on the intercom. We just… rode.

The roads appeared like a painter’s stroke across the valley. Every turn brought a new angle of beauty. Pine trees. Quiet army posts. Open skies. The kind of silence that doesn’t need filling.

All the madness of the past week—the 50°C days, the peeling heat, the restless nights, the fatigue melted into a quiet kind of joy. We didn’t say it out loud, but we all felt it.

This was worth every bit of it.

And just like that, we entered Srinagar.

The town welcomed us gently—sunlight dappling through trees, glimpses of shikaras on Dal Lake and small wooden shops. It didn’t feel like a tourist place. It felt lived-in. Real. Sacred, almost.

We reached our hotel around 1 PM. It looked like something from an old Hindi film—a house made of wood, carved panels, woollen rugs, embroidered curtains. It was rustic, charming, unmistakably Kashmiri.

We parked, unpacked, and exhaled deeply.

We had made it.
Seven days.
Nine states.
Close to 3000 kilometers.
And now, here we were in the lap of the mountains, staring at the next chapter for the remaining 2200 kilometers ride through Leh and Ladakh.

…story for another day :)

If you don’t value yourself, you cannot expect your manager or company to value you.

A few years back, when I was an individual contributor (IC), I finally got the promotion I had been working towards for what felt like ages. I was thrilled — new title, new responsibilities, and the satisfaction that all the late nights and extra effort had paid off.

Then, I found out that another colleague in a different department, with similar experience, got the same promotion a few months before me.

But here’s the kicker — their raise was noticeably higher.

At first, I chalked it up to departmental differences. But as I dug a bit deeper, it hit me. In the same company, for the same role, there were people pulling in different numbers based purely on timing, negotiation skills, or — let’s be honest — connections.

That was a wake-up call, one that started to open my eyes to some hard truths about being a senior developer in this industry.

Let’s talk about these bitter pills — things no one tells you when you first start out, but that can make or break how you navigate your career.

1. Your Raise Might Not Be the Win You Think It Is

You work hard all year, meet every deadline, solve impossible issues, and feel like you have earned a good bump in salary. Then it hits — the “7% increase” or whatever token raise they offer. And maybe you will be happy with it, until you hear what your friend or former colleague is making.

Here’s the reality

The tech world, like many industries, has a habit of leaving long-term employees slightly behind the curve. The big raises? They often go to the fresh hires or to those who have jumped ship and come back with an offer. Senior devs who stick around can end up getting paid under market value for their loyalty.

What to do about it?

Keep an eye on your worth in the job market. There’s no harm in seeing what’s out there — even if you are content in your role. A little market research now and then will keep you informed, and if the gap between what you are getting and what you could get elsewhere becomes too big, don’t hesitate to negotiate or consider new opportunities.

It’s your career; take control of it.

2. The Higher You Climb, the More You’re Exposed to Layoffs

Sounds strange, right?

You’d think that being more valuable would make your job more secure. But in tech, the higher you go, the higher the cost to the company, which can make you a target when budget cuts roll around.

Here’s the reality

I have seen brilliant senior developers lose their jobs not because they weren’t performing, but because their salary didn’t fit into the new “lean” structure. Suddenly, years of experience, loyalty, and expertise were brushed aside in favor of “resource optimization”.

After all, the company will do what it needs to do to stay afloat. Right!

What to do about it?

Be prepared. Diversify your skills, even if you are heavily specialized. A strong network is another must-have; keep in touch with former colleagues, go to industry events, and stay visible. These connections can be your safety net if the unexpected happens.

3. People Take You Seriously When You Have a Competing Offer

I came to believe this after becoming a manager. Before that, I thought it was just another myth in the software industry or something that only unfair companies do.

It’s one of those bitter truths no one tells you in onboarding. If you want to be taken seriously in salary negotiations or promotions, you might need a competing job offer in your back pocket. It’s frustrating but true.

Here’s the reality

Recently, my professional coach told me — ‘If you don’t value yourself, you cannot expect your manager or company to value you’.

Employers sometimes see your worth more clearly when they are about to lose you. A competing offer isn’t just leverage; it’s a wake-up call for them to understand your value. And often, that’s the only time they’ll reach for the higher pay or better title.

What to do about it?

While job hunting purely for leverage can feel disingenuous, there’s no harm in keeping your options open. Interview occasionally, even if you are not looking to leave. You’ll stay sharp, keep your confidence high, and gain the leverage you may need to negotiate better terms.

4. Your Fancy Title Doesn’t Guarantee Real Influence

Titles look great on LinkedIn. But in reality, they don’t always give you the power to influence big decisions. I have been in rooms where senior devs with “lead” or “principal” in their titles are overshadowed by the loudest voice or by corporate politics.

Here’s the reality

As you grow, you want to make a bigger impact, but sometimes, your influence remains limited to technical decisions without touching the strategy. You might end up feeling like a cog in the machine, even with that shiny title.

What to do about it?

Influence comes from relationships more than titles. Start by building trust with people across teams. Get to know decision-makers, and don’t hesitate to share your insights on strategy, even if it’s outside your role. Your reputation can go much further than your title when it comes to real influence.

5. Tech Moves Fast, and It’s Scary How Quickly You Can Become Obsolete

You are killing it with the current tech stack, but here’s the hard truth — if you are not learning constantly, the industry will leave you behind. I have seen talented senior developers get comfortable with their expertise in a specific language or framework, only to realize that their skills are no longer in demand.

Here’s the reality

Technology doesn’t wait for anyone. In just a few years, new tools, languages, and paradigms can make your hard-earned skills feel dated. Already, AI is making waves. It is going to make programmers obsolete regardless of their seniority unless they keep abreast with its development.

What to do about it?

Make learning a habit. Pick up a new language or framework once a year, even if you don’t need it right away. Attend conferences, join communities, and stay curious. Embrace the idea that growth never stops — because, in this industry, it truly doesn’t.

Final Thoughts: Bitter Pills for Senior Developers

These bitter pills for senior developers you will not find in any job description. They are gritty, they sting, and they are part of the deal. But they aren’t here to discourage you. They are here to prepare you.

The IT industry is a fantastic place to build a career, but it’s not always straightforward or fair. Recognizing these truths early can help you make smarter decisions, avoid unnecessary frustration, and shape a career you are proud of.

So here’s your call to action — Accept the bitter truths and stay proactive. Keep tabs on your worth. Don’t let your loyalty compromise your salary, and never stop learning. Your career can be as rewarding as it is challenging. With the right mindset, you can navigate it without losing your edge or your sanity.

At the end of the day, it’s your journey. Make sure it’s one you own.

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I remember my early years in the industry, surrounded by developers who seemed to eat, sleep, and breathe code.

They were fast, sharp, and could write entire modules without breaking a sweat.

And, at first, it seemed like that was all you needed to get ahead — be the coding superstar, the “rockstar dev” everyone wants on their team.

I thought, “If I’m the best coder, I’ll always be on top.”

I wish someone had told me then what I know now — just being an excellent coder won’t get you very far.

Fast forward a few years, and I started to notice something. The same developers who were once celebrated for their tech skills were hitting walls.

Promotions stopped coming.

Recognition became rare.

And eventually, some of them faded into the background, doing the same work year after year.

It wasn’t because these developers weren’t good at what they did. Quite the opposite — they were excellent.

But they were stuck because they did not know how to avoid the common career mistakes.

Let’s face it — most developers don’t even know where their salary comes from.

And why should they, right? They write code, push to production, and get paid.

But here’s the harsh reality — If you don’t understand how the company makes money, you won’t see the bigger picture.

And without that, your career will stall, no matter how well you code.

Why Knowing the ‘Why’ Matters

Here’s the thing about being a developer — your job isn’t just about solving technical problems; it’s about solving business problems.

And to do that well, you have to know what drives the business.

Why is that feature important?

What need is it fulfilling for the customer?

Without understanding the ‘why’, you’re just ticking boxes, delivering code without adding real value.

I’ve seen developers argue during requirement meetings, pushing back on requests because they saw them as “extra work” or “unnecessary complexity”.

They only thought about the technical effort it would take without grasping what that feature meant for the company’s goals.

When you don’t understand how your code helps in the real world, you are guaranteed to miss out on why certain decisions are being made. This can lead to frustration for you and your stakeholders.

It’s like being a chef who’s amazing at cooking but has no idea what customers actually want to eat. You can make the best dish in the world, but if no one wants it, what’s the point?

The Difference Between Task-Takers and Solution-Providers

When you don’t understand the ‘why’ behind what you’re building, you become a task-taker.

And task-takers are replaceable.

But what about the developers who can look beyond the task, understand the problem they’re solving, and create solutions that align with their company vision?

Those developers become indispensable.

My manager always asks one key question every time our team present a feature or delivery — “How does this benefit the customer?”

It’s a simple but powerful question.

That little shift in perspective helps my team see the bigger picture.

They are no longer just writing code; they are contributing to something bigger. They are making an impact by solving problems for people.

And that’s the difference between just being a “developer” and being a valuable asset to the company.

Your Salary is More Than Just a Paycheck

Here’s a question — Do you know where your salary comes from?

If the answer is no, you’re not alone.

Most developers don’t think it’s their responsibility to know how the company makes money.

But here’s the catch — if you don’t understand the business model and how your company makes money, how will you adapt when things get tough?

I’ve seen it happen over and over again in my extensive career. The market dynamic changes, the company wants to shift its priority, there is a new strategy to follow, and people start getting laid off.

The developers who focused solely on their code, who didn’t bother to understand how they fit into the company’s larger goals, were often the first to go.

But those who understood the business side — who knew how their work helped the company make money — were in a much better position. They could pivot, add value where it mattered, and demonstrate they were invested in the company’s success.

So, How Do You Avoid Getting Stuck?

Let’s get down to the real stuff. I am a big proponent of gaining business acumen as a software engineer.

Here are some ways to start building your business acumen today.

1. Ask Questions: Start by understanding how your company makes money. Who are the customers? What are their pain points? Ask questions during meetings, especially when product or business goals are discussed. No one expects you to know it all, but showing that you’re interested goes a long way.

2. See Yourself as a Problem Solver, Not Just a Coder: Every piece of code you write should solve a problem, not just check a box. When you get a new task, ask yourself, “Why is this important to the business? How will it help them do their job better?” This small shift in mindset can transform how you approach your work as a software engineer.

3. Learn the Basics of Your Domain: Learn about the industry segment of your company. If you’re in fintech, understand financial markets. If it’s e-commerce, learn about customer behavior. The more you know about the domain, the better you’ll be at building products that actually make a difference.

4. Align with the Company Vision: Think about how your work supports the company’s goals. Does your project help attract new customers, streamline processes, or boost revenue? When you can see the direct impact of your work, you can find your purpose, which can lead to better job satisfaction.

5. Be Proactive: Don’t wait for someone to tell you what to do. Look for ways to add value beyond the code. Suggest improvements, find optimizations, and volunteer to help others. The more you step out of the “just a coder” box, the better your work visibility can be.

It’s Time to Think Bigger

In today’s industry, just being good at coding isn’t enough. If you want to keep growing, you have to figure out how you can contribute to the bigger picture.

It does not mean you have to abandon your tech skills; it’s about enhancing them with business understanding. Because at the end of the day, companies pay for value — not just code.

And trust me, when you start thinking this way, you won’t just survive in your career — you’ll thrive.

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