No Degree, Just Decibels
It all started back in 6th grade — a friend handed me a pair of headphones and said, “You’ve got to listen to this.” That was the first time I heard dance music. Something about the rhythm, the energy, the pulse — it struck a chord deep inside me. I didn’t just like it; I fell in love with it.
From that day on, music became my obsession. I’d spend hours every day digging into tracks, watching DJs light up clubs and festivals. While my classmates focused on studies, I was absorbing everything I could about electronic music. Somewhere along the way, I just knew — this is what I’m going to do with my life.
By the time I reached class 11, the traditional path didn’t make sense to me anymore. I decided to drop out and chase what set my soul on fire. I started learning how to DJ. But of course, nothing came easy. No one was ready to hand over the console to some unknown kid with big dreams.
For two years, I worked wherever I could — not as a DJ, but in random jobs just to make enough money to survive and invest in my gear. People around me didn’t hold back their opinions. They laughed, criticized, called me foolish for throwing my future away. But through it all, my parents stood by me. They were the only ones who believed in me when the rest of the world didn’t. Their support kept me going.
Slowly, things started to change. I grabbed every opportunity that came my way and made the most of it. One step at a time, I got better. I got noticed. And now, at just 20, I’m playing in clubs I technically still can’t legally enter. I perform every single day. I create mashups that other DJs are now using in their own sets. And the best part? My parents are proud.
I still have a long way to go. But my dream is simple: I want to make music and play it — whether it's for 10 people or 10,000. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.
This isn’t just a career. It’s who I am.