Long before strategy decks or venture deals, I found myself drawn to the scent of wet brushes, charcoal on fingers, and the silent conversations between colour and canvas. School corridors, competition halls, sketchbooks hidden inside textbooks — those were my first galleries.
But life, as it often does, took a different turn. Consulting, travel, career climbs — the easel was replaced by a laptop, and sketchpads gave way to spreadsheets.
Many of my earliest paintings, sadly, are now only memories. There were no scanners, no phone cameras, no archival instinct — just moments that slipped away.
And yet, the brush never truly left. Occasionally, amid life’s rush, I return to it — sometimes with colour, often with reflection.
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My first art teacher was my father. His calligraphy on my school workbook cover page always made me popular. I leant a lot of color mixing from him.
My art has never been an escape. It’s a dialogue between discipline and intuition, geometry and emotion.
When I paint, it’s not to impress, but to remember. Remember the rhythm of childhood afternoons. Remember that design is not only function, but feeling.
Today, painting lives not only on paper but in pixels. The design of this very website… its layout, flow, fonts, textures… is a quiet tribute to that painter’s eye. From logo to layout, every brushstroke here is digital, but deeply personal.
I still draw. Occasionally. Sometimes for myself. Sometimes for my son. Sometimes just to remind myself that I once could.
On a few occasions, I had been thrown out of class for drawing sketches of my teachers during the boring class. Some loved it.
There’s something profound in the architecture of a face. My earliest works were mostly human… eyes that held silence, smiles that carried time.
I like the relaxed water colour. Still remember the first pack of tube colours my dad bought for me when I was 5 years old. Camel Water Colours.
My medium of choice. Gentle yet unforgiving. It doesn’t allow corrections — much like life.
Some life are beautiful in their still form. Buildings, inanimate, everyday objects, natural objects and their shades and textures are inspirations.
The ordinary becomes poetic… a kettle, a bowl, a window. I try to paint the quietness of everyday things.
From a distance always tried to watch how u do those art at that age ( School time). Always thought Goddess Saraswati has blessed u with special creativity. When we were not in touch for long time, I always thought u must be excelling in the field of ART. But later found u have excelled in some other platform.
In those days u were like just today’s heavily paid Actors, who is flying high just not touch the distractions of ground. But trust me dear friend, You are born to entertain us with ur creativity.
Just give us chance to experience ur creativity in a regular interval, that we can show, we had some classy friends. Love to see ur work again. See Facebook Post
My living room is looking more vivid and vibrant after having this wondrous creativity from u…. Need to take a bow to ur beautiful creation and ur awe inspiring attribute…. The “fall colours” seems will never fall in true sense as graciously captured in ur painting… See Facebook Post
As they say “A picture is a poem without words” I can read it through your vision♥️ masterpiece in a true sense! How many more feathers do u have in ur hat sir ji .. See Facebook Post
Creative genius in the genetics for sure- for both of you. This is not a general statement- this is a genuine feeling from the bottom of my heart. See Facebook Post
Over the years, my paintings have found places not in major galleries, but in small, meaningful corners … school magazines, office walls, friends’ homes, marketing brochures, art events.
Paintings at MK Art Gallery
A regular to London and regional galleries
Two of the recent Acrylic Paintings.
Both are now adoring the walls of my friends.
