Pavan Shetty.

Will literally stop mid-sentence to photograph a sunset. Has 47GB of “I’ll sort these later” photos. The golden hour is a medical condition.

The kind of person who sees a broken toaster and thinks “I can make a weather station out of this.” Lab coat energy, garage budget.

Google Maps says 4 hours. Pavan says “let's take the scenic route.” Has asked “is this edible?” in 4 different languages. Still alive, somehow.

Adds cinematic colour grading to a 12-second clip of his cat. Render time: 3 hours. Worth it? Absolutely. Every. Single. Time.

Plays guitar at midnight. Neighbours haven’t complained yet — either they’re deaf or he’s actually decent. The flute comes out when he’s feeling “classical.”

Started sketching robots. Ended up drawing landscapes. The brain said “engineering,” the hand said “art school dropout.” They compromised.

“Just one more round” — a lie told approximately 4,782 times. Strategy games to unwind, racing games to stress again. It’s a cycle.

Treats the kitchen like a lab. Follows recipes like they’re “suggestions.” Has set off the smoke alarm exactly twice. Both times: “experimental fusion.”

Will point at a blurry dot in the sky and confidently say “That’s Jupiter.” Owns a telescope that costs more than his car. (It’s definitely Jupiter).

Conducts workshops where people learn to build things. Safety goggles are highly recommended, but enthusiasm is mandatory. Mild chaos guaranteed.

Volunteers with Preserve Parisara. Actually goes outside and plants things instead of just retweeting about climate change. Mother Nature approves.

Pays money to walk uphill for 6 hours just to eat cold noodles with a view. Calls it “recharging.” Calves of steel, knees made of regret.