I did what many of my confused buddies wanted to do – bunked classes and frequented the ever-buzzing Coffee House on College Street, exchanged words and inanities, explored the murky smoke-and-booze joints in the city, felt obsessively drawn toward films, wrote some poetry and even translated James Joyce and Plekhanov, Ralph Fox and Hemingway for different publishers !

But beyond all this I felt the urge for ‘writing’ about my own times and my city – in my own way.