I was 15 years old when I was asked to decide what I was going to do for the rest of my life. I’ve often wondered at the stupidity of this — how can a 15-year-old possibly make such a momentous decision? Is it a fair thing to ask at that age?

The second thing I’ve never understood is the way I was asked. I was asked to choose the direction of the rest of my life from between science, commerce and arts. Can all the millions of wonderful options that life can offer anybody be really classified into three things? Science, commerce and arts, is that all? Fifteen years old, and honey, I already shrunk your life. Thanks.

Anyway I chose science. Not because of any deep passion for the subject but because of a deep fear that if I didn’t become either a doctor or an engineer, I’d become a failure, as everybody reminded me and every other 15-year-old I knew. So I found myself in Delhi Public School, R. K. Puram, the national G-spot of IIT-preparation, not to get an education but an insurance policy. No wonder I knew nothing about science as I passed out and joined an engineering college.

But why did I join an engineering college? One, because I wanted my insurance policy to continue, and two, because I wanted to be away from home and have some fun. The first being taken care of, I worked so hard on the second that at the end of the first year, my attendance was 13 per cent and I was banned from taking the exams. Oh, and I had taken electrical engineering, not because I was interested in either electricity or engineering, but because I’d read Arthur Hailey’s Overload which I’d borrowed from the guy on the next berth in the train on my way to college. Now one of the few nice things about private colleges is that they keep throwing you out so that you keep getting re-admitted and paying them more money. Which meant I could dump electrical engineering and start all over again. So for the first time in my life, 15 months after I joined engineering college, I actually read the syllabi of various engineering streams — and hopelessly fell in love with computer engineering.

Ignoring the sniggers of my professors and sighs of the college chairman, my dad patiently stood by my side as I took admission in supposedly the most difficult stream of engineering (another hilarious middle-class myth, but that’s another story.) It’s funny but I topped the course, topped the college, and started a lifelong fascination with technology. Which brings me to the third thing I never understood about education — why doesn’t somebody tell students about the joys (and frustrations) of various streams before they make these choices? Yes, I know there are counsellors, and may their tribe increase every day and may they be paid in millions, but why isn’t there compulsory counselling everywhere? I ultimately did find a subject I loved — but it was by pure chance. It doesn’t have to be.

So what am I doing writing movies and lyrics in Mumbai?
Well, before I started writing screenplays and songs, I used to make ad films, before which I used to work in a fantastic ad agency, before which I used to sell IT consulting to big corporations. But that’s the point: I might want to make movies, write computer software, design user-friendly embedded systems for public utilities, write songs, marry science and humanities in a high-tech low crawling NGO, learn to fly planes, turn FM radio on its head, use technology to make political parties behave, share with everybody how utterly wonderful the film business is, and a zillion other things which I keep dreaming of. Some of these dreams may come true, and some, remain just dreams.