WHEN the blues first hit Mahesh Luthra, a strapping 19-year-old high-schooler in 1993, the doctors did the regulation brain scans, found nothing amiss and sent him back home. Soon after, the gawky withdrawn teenager woke up one frosty morning hearing what he thought were voices in his mind. "The voices said something abusive," he recalls. Two years later, Luthra, living in a haze of anti-depressants, flunked exams and sparked off family brawls, was diagnosed as a schizophrenic. Still on a daily 2.5 milligramme pill for the mind, he left Asha, a half-way home in Bangalore, last month after a year-long treatment and rehabilitation. "I think I've come out of the darkness," he says. "I'm not as smart as I used to be, but I'm more sociable."