I-D

I have humble beginnings, I’m sure of that. Born in a village called Amboori, at a distance of 150 km from Trivandrum in Kerala, I (I’m told) cried my way into the world. My mother was there. My dad took 40 days to find time in this frenzied world of work in order to catch a glimpse of his firstborn. Nameless I was for a few days. One fine day, however and unasked moreover, my name was delivered to me. A two-rupee stamped inland letter, signed by my father, carried my identity in its ink. I never liked my name until I read the Spiderman comic series in school. But now I identify my name as a part of my personality which is way beyond being pleased by sharing a name with a comic book celebrity.