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Knowledge is Power

On the last day of my stint with Frank Simoes, who was the copywriter and owner of the leading creative-driven advertising agency in India, I distinctly remember me sitting in his book-lined office with a red portable typewriter, facing him,…

Dreams of Flying

I remember having very vivid recurring dreams of me flying around. As I write this, I am reminded of Shams Tabrez who was the love and inspiration of Rumi. He was a Dervish in Sufi Islam. He used to fly,…

Garbage In – Creative Out

Garbage In Garbage Out ( GIGO ) – We all know that computer terminology. It happens to most humans too, we only are capable of giving back what we receive by way of exposure and taking in. If one reads…

The Fluid Creative Process

The creative process in any process, much like painting, is one that comes in layers. It doesn’t happen all a once or is just dumped in one big load. It arrives in stages. You get the inspiration to do something,…

The divine loneliness

We ALL are alone within because we are born alone and die alone. Even the twins have this, they can have entirely different or same outlooks but that existential aloneness is very much the part of each of us. What…

The Spirit of Endurance

Life is not about the security of livelihood, but to have lived true to your calling or purpose. When someone gets excited and says I will go through whatever, and then lives up to it, then they embark on the…

Why be an Artist?

Why does society not encourage the profession of an artist? What’s the core issue? Why is it frowned upon traditionally speaking? These are tough questions but need to be answered. The very simplistic answer to this very deep-sounding question is…

The Anatomy of a HeArtist

For some unknown reason, I have always considered myself to be “heartist”, a hybrid word that I thought to have invented myself a couple of decades ago, to best describe and understand myself. I was always being led with the…

A Tale of Two Studios

After spending six months in Oman, where I’d become tanned as if the sun had repainted me so to speak, I then decided to go to the UAE. Within a few months, I’d found a home studio from which to…

The Art Journey Begins

I’d come to Oman on an unintended sabbatical of sorts. It was December 2001 and soon found myself diving with a friend who had a diving company. I learned how to dive, and spent several hours cut away from the…