Ravi is 26. He works at TCS, 9 to 6, longer when a release goes wrong. He's the thin guy in every team photo. At weddings, aunties tell him to eat more, as if he hasn't tried.
On Instagram he watches other guys post gym stories. He likes them. He has never posted one.
It's not laziness. He joined a gym in January, did random machines for three weeks, felt stupid not knowing what he was doing, and stopped going. That has happened twice now.
And underneath all of it there's a quieter worry he doesn't say out loud. He wants to meet someone himself, before his parents start "looking." But walking up to a girl feels impossible when you don't even like how you look in your own shirt.
If any of that sounds like you, read this slowly: you are not stuck because of your genetics. You are stuck because nobody ever gave you a plan that fits a desk job, normal Indian food, and a 9 to 6.
That's the job I do. Three or four gym sessions a week, under an hour each. The food you already eat, just measured properly. A little more weight on the bar every week. Six months later the shirt fits differently, the photos look different, and confidence stops being something you have to fake in meetings.
You don't need to become a bodybuilder. You need to become the guy who posts the story instead of liking it.
Wherever you're starting from, I'm in your corner. I'm rooting for you, and I'll be there every week until you see it for yourself.
Your brother,
Rajat