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❝ When I was a kid, we weren’t allowed to watch films. I come from a middle-class family. I remember, when I was five or six, a tube light ad featuring Sridevi was aired. I’d tell my mother, “Mummy, we’ll break the TV and pull Sridevi out!” This became a family joke. When I grew up, I realised that filmstars looked so good, wore such nice clothes. But the common man didn’t know or bother where they came or what they did. Stars were not accessible.  My mother was a teacher while dad ran a construction business. My grandfather was an IAS officer and great grandfather was a minister in Himachal Pradesh for 15 years. So the pressure on academics was huge at home. There was no internet or mobile phones, no facebook, no twitter.  


First day of kindergarten. You cried because you broke the yellow crayon, and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You’ve come pretty far, ending the world, not a terrific notion. But the thing is? Yeah. I love you. I loved crayon-breaky Willow and I love scary veiny Willow.


It’s good to take your work seriously, but it is nicer and more pleasant when everyone is getting along. Why would you ruin your own happiness for two months? It’s such a pain in the ass. Everyone has insecurities, but it’s not worth bringing that nonsense to work. Besides, the best person to compete with is yourself. If you do your best work, then it doesn’t matter what anyone else is doing.