In Mumbai, you have to act in real life, too.

I have seen many teachers in real life, which come from the same background and morality and treat their profession like just another one rather than a noble profession.

There was electricity in our village only for 2-3 hours a day, so all my life, I studied under a lamp.

I can go back to poverty if a situation comes. I have sailed through the worst days of my life, and I am prepared for any crisis.

Most people go to ashrams or retreats to destress and rejuvenate themselves. But I come back to my roots, the place where I spent half my life. And when I return, I spend time in the farms, eating a stalk of sugarcane, driving a tractor, and chilling with childhood friends.

I prefer if friends come over to my office and we talk our heart out over a cup of coffee. I feel that no one talks freely at industry bashes. Everyone has to behave in a certain way, and I think no one is real there. We can't have heart-to-heart conversations, and I start feeling uncomfortable at such dos.