Meet Ayesha.
Ayesha believes she is a poet. In the quiet moments of the night, when the city sleeps, she strings together words that can make a grown man weep. That is her identity. That is who she is.
But Ayesha is also a junior copywriter in Mumbai. She lives in a shared apartment. Every morning at 7:00 AM, her identity as a poet is violently interrupted by her biology.
- “Do I have milk?”
- “The price of onions went up again.”
- “I need to prep lunch before the train leaves.”
- “I am tired.”
For 14 hours a day, Ayesha is not a poet. She is a biological organism struggling to secure fuel and shelter. Her “identity” is a luxury she can only afford for 45 minutes before she passes out from exhaustion.
The Biological Tether
We often talk about freedom in terms of laws, speech, and movement. But there is a more primal, invisible cage: The Biological Tether.
As long as a human being is worried about the logistics of their next meal, they are not truly free. Their higher brain—the part that creates art, solves complex physics, and loves deeply—is held hostage by their lizard brain, which is screaming: “We need calories. We need security.”
Ask yourself:
- How many symphonies were never written because the composer was stuck in a grocery line?
- How many startups were never founded because the founder couldn’t risk the stability of a monthly paycheck for food?
- Is your personality truly yours, or is it just a trauma response to the stress of survival?
The Manaspurti Thesis
At Manaspurti, we argue that identity requires Continuity of Consciousness.
If you have to pause your life three times a day to act as a procurement manager, a chef, and a cleaner, you are fragmenting your consciousness. You are breaking the flow state required for greatness.
We are not building a food company just to fill stomachs. We are building it to sever the biological tether.
The Question: If you never had to worry about a meal again—if nutritious food simply appeared when you were hungry—who would you become? Is the person you are today your true self, or just the version of you that survived the day?