Adventure, Survival, Bush craft and Fun.


This is what I did before the Yog retreat. Organized a hard core, get dirty, get wet and fight kind of survival CAMP. I am loving being back to who I truly am.

I was 23 when I got commissioned to the Army, when I got out a couple of years later, got myself a business degree and became a Banker, I had this wood paneled cabin. It had this nice dead wood kind of smell. Large ticket size deals, cushy plush places to make them. Currency swaps, forwards, even the terms sound so swanky now.

But somehow I knew I am not this. If it is about making money, I can do so doing what I love. You know the world scares you, the herd scares you. It does not want you to find your own. But then, what the hell, nobody can put a soldier down. We had this saying in the Army ” Commandoes never die, we just go to hell and regroup”.

Bloody hell , I regrouped myself and turned hell to my liking.


That’s me people , no swank, no wood panel office. I love the wood alive, the feel of mud and rain.


No offence meant to being swanky and banker and what not, but then that was just not me. It is about being what one likes to be. It is a matter of gathering the courage to do what one wants to do.


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A few of my friends who braved the challenge. Bravo to all of you gentlemen.

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The inquisitive local kids who came to look at us crazy people. IMAG0256

The journey is on. And I walk. Join me .

Bless me.



I am back, And hey I did not die people. But yes had been through hell. And being a veteran loved it. I left Army some 11 years back, and then got my post grad from the best business school in the country. Then on been a banker, not very exciting (nothing can be as exciting as the Army) but yea you got to get bread on the table! may be a little cake and pastries etc. too if you know what I mean. My art, my journey through the labyrinths of the mind, was somehow on those heavy chains, which drag and make those sounds, those ominous sounds.

But hey it was time to reinvent. Routine is boring. 11 years of routine, I mean why did I even thought I could live like that. That was not me Man I must say its past ! I chucked it. Started on my own. A new beginning. I feel like a flower in fresh bloom now. Doing what I always wanted to do .

I Started a company and we design experiences. Wild ones. Dreamy ones. And now spiritual ones too.

We also did design some Bush craft stuff and some really tough wilderness survival trainings in the toughest of terrains, and then I remembered of this really forgotten place I had in the foothills of the Himalayas. With pristine white sand beach of its own on the banks of the river Ganges.


Turned it in to beautiful campsite for retreats and what the hell, threw open a Yoga retreat . It was amazing. The whole experience.


How do you quantify and explain in words when physical wellness come and sit down with the spirituality and then stare you in the face.


When breathing is therapy and the mind is one with the body.

DSC01950DSC01742 We had these wonderful Anviksiki sessions, combined with meditation and Yin Yog in the evening on the white beach which went on till late in the most beautiful moonlit evening.


Jammed till late at night post dinner with flutes and claps and around the fire.


I had the most wonderful of instructors on my retreat , and they were such beautiful souls too.


That’s my son with his friends, he is responsible for designing the activities , apart from making movies and drone coverage of the event.


I must say I am hooked , so people this is very much a part of me now. I will throw many more retreats open. And in a lot of beautiful locations. Maybe a few yoga studios with Art and Yog as theme. Internationally.

Bless me people.

And do tell if what I need to do more to make it exciting.




Telling a tale I don’t know of.


Let go. Let go. Let go. I did just that. No rules, no imagery just the subconscious guiding the fingers, just nothing, may be not even my subconscious. There are things which just happen sometimes, and one may never know why. A few things which I may not even care if they look good or not. That’s not the purpose. Its like talking to yourself through a canvas. If you know what I mean.

I may never put it up for public viewing, in a gallery or I just may. I don’t know why but after doing this I am still struggling to come back.




No amount of painting by me or anybody can ever do justice to the most beautiful of God’s creation. Woman. The source of mystery, wisdom , strength and so much more.

I painted it over a mix of loud heavy metal, rock and roll, Guns and Roses, Nirvana, The Doors and liters of coffee. While writing this Osho comes to my mind who said

“‎One of the deepest feminine pleasures is when a man stands full, present, and unreactive in the midst of his woman’s emotional storms. When he stays present with her, and loves her through the layers of wildness and closure, then she feels his trust-ability, and she can relax…”.


The Light has no Shadow.

I fell for reading philosophy very early in life, If I remember correctly when I was 12 or 13. A book which somebody gifted my granddad and since the title said something about Gurus, I happened to decide somehow ( I don’t know maybe it was the blue cover on the book or something else which attracted me) to glance at the first page which led me to the second and before I knew it I was hooked. It was not a very complicated proposition, a simply put book with lots of quotes and some cool logic, with which it tried to explain the need of a Guru. I later mentioned to my granddad about me reading the book and he asked me a few questions about the book to make sure I was not fooling around and when he was convinced I did read the book, I could sense he became a little amused and surprised that I could comprehend the matter discussed. He must have told during some family sitting all my uncles and aunts and my parents, because then I started getting a lot of books as gifts, and close family started to treat me with a little more ( how do you put it, like I was some strange young mature boy). Well I enjoyed the attention and found it cool.

As I grew in life I could sense this love for books philosophical was there to stay. As I grew I read a lot of Osho and Krishnamurthy and later Francis Bacon and other Big and small names. But to confess somehow I had hit a wall. Osho I could understand and Krishnamurthy too but most others I just could not comprehend. I just could not make head and tail of what they were saying. I decided to be a little organised and categorised my quest into Eastern philosophy and Western Philosophy and further in Ancient Medieval and Modern. I organised my book shelf in the same manner and planned my reading in a fashion that I will pick up book each from both shelves and give an hour to each every day.{ I could not get a formal education in the subject since I had planned to finish college and join the Army, which I did. (I carried my books on all tour of duties and read where ever I could).}

I tried making sense out of existential philosophers like Jean Paul Sartre, Martin Heidegger. To tell you the truth I lumbered “Being and Nothingness” by Jean Paul Sartre for a long time wrestling with the content but mostly it was just dead weight to me.

I also had this strange habit of visiting most religious places, talking to all kinds of ascetics and Monks and Sadhus and Babas and Aghoris, and priests. To understand practices and cultural beliefs and question everything. But my wall just would not fall.

Well the easiest thing to do is formally get an education, to sit in a lecture hall and sit and listen to a professor who may lead and guide and bring my wall down. Which circumstantially I was not inclined to do. I also would not concede to the fact that my love for the subject is ill placed. So I read on even when I could not understand.

However several years back as a young Captain, commanding a Company, I had just returned back from an all-night operation we had launched, and after debriefing the company I was sitting in the early morning hours on a small machaan ( sort of a platform in the trees I had got made for myself ) sipping tea, and looking at the jungle beyond. It was all strangely calm, after an all-night downpour which left us soaking wet. (I had still not changed). Somehow I remembered a paragraph of Sartre’s  “Being and Nothingness” and I could understand everything in the most Lucid manner. I asked the boy serving me tea to fetch me the book and I tried reading another paragraph and I could understand that too, too tired to continue I changed and went to catch up some sleep.

Later that evening I realised what had happened, in that moment of tired , sleepy, almost slumber state I had for some time let go of my preconceived prejudiced conditioned mind. And in that brief moment when I could see the book and decipher it as it was and I could understand. In that brief moment I just became a witness, of myself and the witness has almost superhuman possibilities.

You see I had just been introduced to myself, and I was pleased with whom I met. The witness was me. As soon I understood that there is a distance between whom I think I am and who the witness is, I could sense that there is more to me than just the me I thought I was. It’s difficult to put it into words.

You see when the witness watches it watches the flower for the flower, with no meanings attached, other than the flower itself. The sweetness of the essence of the flower remains just that , the essence of the flower, and in that moment itself.

The walls are gone now, and I am so lucid, for in me is the light and the light has no shadow.

A tribute to greed peddlers.


For Whom

“Global warming is happening now. The planet’s temperature is rising. The trend is clear and unmistakable.

Every one of the past 40 years has been warmer than the 20th century average. 2016 was the hottest year on record. The 12 warmest years on record have all occurred since 1998. 

Globally, the average surface temperature has increased more than one degree Fahrenheit since the late 1800s. Most of that increase has occurred over just the past three decades.”

Source courtesy:

“2008 Financial crisis”

Source courtesy: Holier than thou greed ridden financial system.

The list can go on and on.

I pay my humble tribute to the greed vendors, through my work. I wonder what business do the child of the future have to look up in hope to the hand that provides, when all it can do is peddle poison.

(Pun is intended).




Varanasi has a soul to itself. And most ancient cities have but there is something different to this city or town or whatever one might muse it to be. Spend some time on the Ghats and you will realize that there are some feelings you just can’t express in words. I came across this man sitting and just gazing into infinity. Just watching him can send you into a state of Mesmer, and I thought I have to somehow capture the stare, that look. The strength which a man’s eyes may or may not elude. But then constitute the whole of humanity in its stare.

And thus I painted, The ‘ArdhBhaag’.