The first few steps..

Soon i started going to school, made many friends for the first time (since i had no children of my age in the house i stayed). I had never stayed amongst such a big crowd for such a long time. So the first year of school was more of a thrill than a threat to me. I was 4 when i had my first crush (SERIOUSLY). She was this cute, little, chubby-cheeked, fairly tanned doll.Whatever be the topic, I would always draw her by my side in every art class. I used to be my teacher's pet. Every day on my way to the school i would pluck out a flower and give it to her.

I changed school and home when i reached the 1st grade. Mother got a flat from the place where she worked and also they were now able to get me admitted into a private school. There i met many new guys few of whom i still am in touch with. My mother had by now started taking my lessons. So i didn't get much time to waste on television. I am grateful to her for that because i sincerely believe that had she not guided me back then i would not have had such a good base for the rest of my academic life.I was pretty decent in my studies back then...till 3rd grade i always secured the first rank in class-something that made my parents very proud of me...or rather the only thing!

The Beginning....

I was born in Calcutta (now Kolkata) but came to Mumbai within a month. My father had been promised a job in Mumbai which later turned out be a mistake the firm's administration. Anyways we still decided to stay in Mumbai because father would not want to go back to Kolkata as a failure. Fortunately a family gave us a 1 bedroom flat on rent. The house was in Jogeshwari. My mother was also searching for a job back then. Both were trying their best to make life simpler. Soon baba (Father) took up photography for a short term profession and after a couple of years he got a good job in an advertising company. My mother too got a good post in a bank.

I believe my parents got married at a very young age. My mother was only 25 when i was born and my father was 27. But their sense of responsibility towards the family they had begun was too strong for them to be called immature parents. My father, although, used to be quite frustrated due to the family tensions and all the anger would shower down on me at the end of the day.This physical rage continued for a long time. They had assigned a maid for me. Her name was Marjina. She was was my closest friend and a great guide. I don't know how she did it but all i know is she never let me feel that my parents don't have time for me ( the context being generally children with both working parents develop a negative approach towards them).