The Jilted Generation Needs Our Support

Recently, I was at FTII where I was invited to share my knowledge of computer graphics. I'd a batch of 10 students. I usually, visit the institute 2-3 times a year and we’ve got a different batch every time. This time the batch was quite challenging. There was an ex-serviceman from the Indian Navy and there was a young … Continue reading The Jilted Generation Needs Our Support

My Journey Into the World of Drugs, and Back

College life was fun — friends, ocean, lust, fun, music, and a lot of intoxicants. And all this was bound by a common thread of a deep thirst for exploration. Back in the 1990s, drugs were sprawling in Mumbai. Psychedelic drugs were a rage. Although, it was only a privilege for the rich because of … Continue reading My Journey Into the World of Drugs, and Back

A Guiding Star From the Days of Past Glory

2017 has been a year of action. A lot happened over coffee, tea, internet, and mainly WhatsApp; since we made a college group. Just in case you’re wondering which college? The incredible Jai Hind College in SOBO; fondly and wrongly called the town! I met many long-lost friends and made some new ones. There're quite a few who I never met … Continue reading A Guiding Star From the Days of Past Glory

God Isn’t In a Pill

College life was fun — friends, ocean, lust, fun, music, and a lot of intoxicants. And all this was bound by a common thread of a deep thirst for exploration. Back in the 1990s, drugs were sprawling in Mumbai. Psychedelic drugs were a rage. Although, it was only a privilege for the rich because of … Continue reading God Isn’t In a Pill

Remembering College Days — 18 Years Later

After a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious school life, I chose to go to a college that is radical and mainly, far from my home; and all the tapori school friends. I'd to get out of that well and explore a different universe. Luckily, I got a good percentage; at least I thought so. I was lucky to get admission into one of … Continue reading Remembering College Days — 18 Years Later