Just a chill guy from Mumbai who knows a thing or two about chess. And, well… you could say I’m a bit of a sigma. A sigma who knows dark psychology. Here’s how it all started…

Chapter 1: The Lonely Pawn

I was always different. While the other boys in Mumbai played cricket under the scorching sun, I sat alone on a broken bench, counting the trains come and go. People called me “odd,” but I called myself strategic. Life was the chessboard, and I refused to be a mere pawn.

One day, while scrolling on my Motorola phone, destiny whispered to me: chess.com. I signed up. This was the birth of a new empire.

Chapter 2: The Market Uncle

My true awakening came at the market. There, I met him—Uncle Rajesh, the spice seller. He had a greying, bushy moustache, eyes like a hawk and a voice that flowed like masala chai. While selling me turmeric, he whispered, “Beta, log moharon kee tarah hote hain. Unakee kamazoriyon ko pahachaano, aur tum bord par kabza loge.” My eyes were opened. From then on, I saw people as pawns. If I could manipulate them, the board was mine.

I didn’t know then, but he was teaching me dark psychology. How to read eyes. How to use silence. How to trap people the way a bishop traps a rook. Soon, Uncle became my mentor—not in life, but in strategy.

Chapter 3: Becoming the Sigma Knight

From that day, I was no longer just a boy. I was a knight—jumping in unpredictable L-shapes. Social gatherings? Irrelevant. Friends? Weakness. Girls? Distractions. I studied the psychology of humans the way others studied Bollywood gossip.

And when I sat behind the board, whether online or at school with the plastic pieces, my opponents never just lost a game of chess. They lost their mind.

Chapter 4: The Game that Changed it All

One day, I was visiting Uncle Rajesh like usual when he said to me, “Beta, come here. It’s about time I showed you this.” He led me to a dimly lit room with a dusty wooden chess board in the middle. I asked him, “Uncle, where have you taken me?” At first, he said nothing. He didn’t need to: his gaze said it all. “I’ve shown you dark psychology. But now I must show you something darker,” he murmured, with an ominous smirk. That’s when he whipped it out. It was enormous, unlike anything I had ever seen. It had clearly seen better days, with the colour and texture of burnt roti. Nevertheless, I got a good feel of it. Its length was heavy in my shaking hands. Perhaps it was just me, but it felt like it was alive, almost as if it had been waiting for me for all of its life.

He slammed it onto the chessboard on the h8 square. Throughout the game, he slid it up, down, left and right, across my structure, when suddenly, I felt my exposed position exploited. He had illegally moved it down the d-file straight into my back rank. “U-uncle, that’s not how you play chess, that’s illegal!” I blurted out. Uncle Rajesh was quick to respond. “Beta! You cannot just play chess! You have to feel chess come inside of you!” his thundering voice echoed. That’s when it all clicked.

As I took a step back from the board, I analysed the position: a big, heavy rook sitting on d1, hawking down my poor, defenceless king, whimpering in the corner with nowhere to escape. That’s when I realised that just like in chess, sometimes you need to break a few rules in order to win, even if it means exploiting a vulnerable position.

Chapter 5: Checkmate

For me, chess is not a hobby. It is life. Every person I meet is a pawn. Every friendship, a gambit. And every betrayal? Just another queen sacrifice.

So when you lose to me here on chess.com, remember: I’m not just moving pieces. I’m moving you.

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