Being a teenager in India, back in the 1980s, was a time of fun and freedom; without mobile phones, the internet, and memes. For me, what was also missing was a driving license. That, however, did not stop me from taking my dad's scooter for a spin on weekends. On a typical wet monsoon day in Bombay (as it was called then), the long, wet arms of the law caught up with me.

Growing up is one thing, but knowing you are being trained for the purpose of war is not something you would want as a teenager, and when you know you're not good enough unless the prophesied legendary Guardian Of Sorcery is found to win the war for you it really adds to the pressure.

Oh and when people see you as a villain because the only magic you possess was banished a thousand years before your birth, you find you just have to try that little bit harder to prove your worth...