Bikram grew up in a cozy little town called Pune, about 200kms from Mumbai where he now lives. He still would prefer calling both those places by their erstwhile names, Poona and Bombay, but since that is against political sensibilities, he refrains from using those terms anymore. A little bit of a romantic, he spent more hours putting words together on the last benches of some great classes than he did putting together the rocket science and financial acumen that was imparted. Much to his chagrin, he now wishes he had spent even more time putting words together. He has two anthologies of poetry to his name, both written during his time as a student and later as an unemployed wasteful youth in an economy bursting with opportunity for well qualified engineers and financial analysts. His short war for the right to an unbridled life ended when his love affair with life was replaced by his love affair with social progression. Nonetheless, we still can catch a glimpse of his idyllic life in his insufferable and unending rhymes. His Life at 23 with this Girl he knew were the Wiser Years of his existence.

He is currently a slave to a mundane 9 to 5 burdened by an over-priced mortgage as he tries to carve a little corner for himself in the sea of humanity that is Mumbai.