Vineeth Sreenivasan, You Traitor!!!!
Dear Vineeth, Before the fanboys start sending me death threats or hate mails, please read on till the end. Thanks to being a product of the malayali NRI kid-sent to boarding school scheme, I got to spend a lot of quality time with my grandfather during the vacations. The long hours spent sitting next to him and letting him go into flashback mode, made me realize that it wasn't just his male pattern baldness that I would inherit. I wasn't that bad in narrating stories in animated ways. It was like my appachan just handed me the key to open up my mind to the infinite stories that the wonderful dream factory in our head could produce. Fast forward to Chennai in 2000, and I huddled up with a bunch of friends in a room at Gemini hostel to watch what I consider a milestone in story writing, The Truman Show. The titles rolled in and a few minutes later, the chirpy and extremely likable Truman waves out to his fake neighbors and tell them, " Good morning, and in case I