Joshua's Story
The Recoding Method™ wasn’t born in a classroom or a boardroom—it came from the rubble of a life that looked promising on paper and kept collapsing outside.
Before you meet the work, know the man behind it.
Josh 1970
Josh 2025
I was born to a painter father and an unschooled mother.
I grew up wondering about survival. My father painted. My mother moved about in kitchen, always worrying, praying. I grew up—between colours, tears and prayers.
SIBLING DEATHS, ONE BY ONE..
My twin brother died in my mum’s womb. Thus, I met death before I met life in the open world. Later, my younger brother died. Words became my solace. Journalism was my first doorway. Newspapers, magazines, tight deadlines, and long nights—I spent almost twenty years in that world. I didn't know back then that I was telling other people’s stories so I wouldn’t have to face my own.
I BECOME A MINOR CELEBRITY..
Then the silver screen came calling. In 2009, I wrote Ritu, a film that people in Kerala still remember. It was called “new generation cinema” before the label even existed. For a brief moment, it looked like the staircase was finally going up. I also wrote one of the ten stories in Kerala Cafe, directed by Ranjith. Those films opened new doors that looked big.
MY DARK WOODS BEGIN..
But then—one by one—they closed. Thirteen film projects and three web series that came in search of me, fell through over the next thirteen years. I stood mute, staring at my promised payments (lakhs to millions of rupees) turning into thin air. Top directors, good producers, committed actors. They came with passion, plans, and contracts. I eagerly welcomed each and came up with unique stories. They loved them all. But every single time, the projects collapsed. They died strange deaths—financiers vanished for other reasons, companies dissolved, egos burst, unfair contract deals popped up. A producer even kidnapped his partner's daughter and went into hiding. A rising star shaved his head and got banned. One went bankrupt because his previous film flopped. Another got engulfed in a land deal. Each time, I was the loser. None of it made any sense. Back then..
I LIVE ON BORROWED BREATH..
People say 'unlucky' as if it’s a passing cloud. This was something else—a long, slow unmaking of a talented man over a decade and more. Each project fell through and took a piece of me with it. I stayed at home the whole time, feeding my family on faith and borrowed breath. All of my previous friends vanished. I was branded as a 'one-time wonder'. Slowly, quietly, I was forgotten.
LIGHT ENTERS..
That’s when I was 'inspired' to study Advaita. A strange idea, indeed for a man who had lost the ground beneath his feet. I listened to the guidance. My self study of canonical nonduality texts began. A little later A Course in Miracles re-entered my life—not as philosophy, but as medicine. They weren’t candles in darkness; they were the slow removal of the darkness itself. Somehow, I crawled out of the woods. You can imagine all those years..
I wasn't turning spiritual. I was becoming honest to my Self. I was discovering what my true calling of this lifetime is..
I AM GIVEN A NEW ROLE..
The very years that broke me became the years that built another me. A least expected kind. People started coming to me—not for movie scripts, but for clarity, for direction, for the kind of help that doesn’t come from books.
I never wished to be a mentor. Yet, The Recoding Method™ was born out of that choiceless awareness—How do we not lose ourselves when we lose everything we built? Can a life be rewritten from the inside out, without waiting for the world to behave in a different way?
Today, I teach not from a mountaintop, but from ground that cracked and healed. I work with people who are stuck, successful-but-empty, mid-fall, or quietly burning out. I simply help people change their inner code so their lives don’t keep repeating the same old way.
My parents died. I moved back to city from the suburbs. Today, I live with my partner and our school-going daughter, while our son lives and works in Canada. I laugh more. I dance more. I hug more.
One film made me visible. Then, sixteen failures made me pretty useful. Once, I felt like coal. Now, I see my true shine within.
If my life has taught me anything, it is this: What collapses us can also recode us—if we can allow it. What we are looking for, is what we are looking with.
I'm here to be truly helpful to you. Let me know what assistance you need from me. Thank you for trusting me.
