Many, including my own family, think I lack ambition. Quit the opposite, actually.

When I was five, I wanted to be a pilot who would fly one of those old fashioned Amelia Earheart sort of planes with the double wings and little propeller on its nose. If my friends were really good, they could get to sit on the double wings as I flew.

When I was eight, I wanted to be a doctor in Africa who would ride an elephant to the rescue of dozens of sick people everyday. My elephant would be, originally enough, called Ellie Pant and be my good friend (this was shortly after I watched 'Haathi mere Saathi').

When I was ten, I wanted to be a farmer who would feed cows milk just to see how they liked it. Added bonus: tipping sleeping cows whenever I liked.

When I was twelve, I wanted to be a teacher who would teach children to love books assigned for literature (except 'A town like Alice').

When I was fifteen, I wanted to be a poet and write about love being rubbish made for selling feel-good romances. I would lead the revolution of young people who had never been in love and were sensible enough to be thankful for it.

When I was sixteen I decided I was rubbish at poetry anyway, so I'd stick to prose.

When I was seventeen, I figured out I was no good at prose either so it was time for a career change. Again.

When I was eighteen, I wanted to be a salesman like Willy Loman.

When I was nineteen, I wanted to be a lawyer working pro bono, and make money on the side as a freelance photographer.

When I was twenty, I resigned myself to being a computer programmer and started looking for nerdy glasses to help me 'dress for success'.

Now that I'm twenty-one, I want to buy one of the Fantasy Islands in Dubai and live there alone, just me and my gadgets.