Mukul
Gogia
I'm twenty-one, I live in Gurgaon, and most days I'm making something — usually with my brother, usually because we got annoyed enough at a problem to go fix it ourselves. Everything past this point is just the longer version of me: what I like, where I keep ending up, how I think. Stick around.
Mukul Gogia.
I'm Mukul. I'm twenty-one, I grew up in Gurgaon, and I still live here. I spend most of my time making things — almost always with my brother, Harsh. He's the one with the eye for how something should look; I'm the one who can't sit still until it actually works. We've never been good at drawing a clean line between us, and honestly that's my favourite part.
Most of what I make started the same way — something annoyed me, or felt slower than it should be, and I couldn't leave it alone. I like understanding a thing all the way down until it stops surprising me.
Away from all that, I'm not really a going-out person. Give me a free evening and I'll almost always end up back at something I'm building — and I've long made my peace with that. Twenty-one. Gurgaon. Still figuring it out, like everyone.
If you scrolled in from somewhere — hi. I made this page because the short version of me never quite fit. People meet you as a job, or a follower count, or whatever you did last. This is the rest of it: the things I like, the people I build with, the places I keep going back to. None of it's trying to sell you anything. Stay as long as you want.
The Road
So Far
2022 → Today
It starts in Gurgaon, at a table that was never meant to be an office. Harsh draws, I figure out everything else, and the first people who trust us are people who already know us. That part never really changed.
Some of the people we started working with that year are still around today. I didn't expect that. Turns out if you just keep doing the work properly, people stop leaving — and quietly became my favourite way to grow.
We stop only making things for other people and start making them for us. Our own money, our own mistakes, no one else to blame. Everything gets sharper the second it's actually yours.
There was a month where the numbers got big enough that we both just sat there staring at the screen. I won't pretend it didn't feel good. But the part I actually remember is how ordinary the days that led to it were.
Nothing we could buy understood how we actually worked, so we started building our own tools instead. Most of them are deeply unglamorous. I'm weirdly proud of every single one.
Same two people, same city, same long game. No grand five-year plan pinned to a wall. Just the next thing, made properly, and then the one after that.
Things I Believe
A few things I’ve picked upLately
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