From a small town in Andhra Pradesh to the streets of Sheffield. Seven schools, six cities, two countries, one Golden Retriever. Still figuring it out — but making it count.
Warm in a way that sneaks up on you. Doesn't try too hard. Honest in a way most cities aren't.
Enormous. Everywhere. The kind of parks where you forget you're in a city. Right next to the Peak District.
Always wanted to get into serious trekking. Sheffield gave me that. Been multiple times and it never gets old.
Not London politeness-as-performance. Actual warmth. Took me by surprise. Still does sometimes.
Nobody told me a dissertation was a full-time job with no salary. The work is genuinely interesting though.
The spots you stumble into are better than the ones on every list. Trust the side streets.
MSc student. Dissertation on AI and luxury brands. National Trust on weekends. Missing Michael from six thousand miles away. Building something — not entirely sure what yet.
Never moved abroad. Stayed in Hyderabad. Has a car he actually sees every day, a dog he can hug every morning, and a life that probably feels smaller than this one does.
Straight into business after Jindal. Good salary. Nice suit. LinkedIn posts about synergies. Probably has a nicer apartment. Definitely has less going on inside it.
I cried for a full year. Then I learned kung fu, swam every week, ate Aloo Paratha every morning, and started building the ability to exist anywhere. I wouldn't trade it — but I also wouldn't do it to my kid.
There's a version of education that works for how I think. I spent most of my academic life in the wrong one. That's not an excuse. It's just accurate.
The city is good precisely because it doesn't know it's good. The moment it becomes self-aware about it, something will be lost.
A shop floor is a live case study that never ends. Everyone studying marketing should have to do a semester of it. No exceptions.
The Jindal group. The Hyderabad crew. These aren't social connections — they're the people who'd pick up at 3am and they know I would too.
Born Nova. Renamed Michael because nobody could say it right — which, honestly, suits him. He's been through hip dysplasia and skin issues and handled both with more grace than I handle a bad day. Lives with my parents in Hindupur now. Keeps them company. That's the most important job he'll ever have, and he doesn't even know it.
No CV language. No carefully chosen words. Just what actually happened and what I actually think about it.
The version of my opinions that didn't make the professional side. Unedited. No audience considered.
Trips, nights, moments that weren't about anything except being alive and having a good time.
All three at Jain. All three for things I'd probably do again. The school taught me a lot. Some of it was the suspensions.
My own car. My own scooty. My own money. Late nights, birthdays, house parties. The first time life felt completely mine.
I'll walk you through the CV, the cities, the chapters, Sheffield, Michael, my parents, and everything else. Takes about a minute.