The reason for the Hulk's anger issues.

Full Kiss = Prince Charming

Half-baked peck = Frog Boy

Waiter!!!! There's a FLY in my soup.

Our thoughts bridge us.

They married despite great parental and societal pressure.

But little Mona, is living proof that it was all worth it.

Barnyard Delinquents

The Blueman cometh

Apart from being extremely compatible, they both shared a common love for art.

With 50 long years in the fright business and the pressure of monsterdom crushing down on him, Balthazar finally succumbed.

Was this a fallout of Global Warming? Or the sadistic handiwork of Dr. Savio?

Whatever it was, the people of Clayville were spooked.

Wilbert thought his chance at love had long passed him by ... and just then, Mildred happened!

Intergalactic f-up

Explorers Log: When confronted, Plutonians have a tendency to point and vomit uncontrollably.

Big Boy Leroy

Somewhere between his left molar and canine, Leroy realised that he just wasn't a morning person.

Wrong Place. wrong Time

The Zorks on their Hollywood vacation.

WTF????

Pot Head

Lights, Camera, Backround

A friend of mine advised me to put my clay models into a context.

He felt that it would give them more life and dimension.

Good advice.

Group Photo :)

Damp the squib & friends

The small picture

Most often, but unbeknowst to us, beauty is staring us in the face.
The overhead light fixture. Patterns on a leaf. Paan stains on an old wall. The graphic patterns formed by cracks on a sidewalk. Droplets on a window pane. But we hardly notice these things.
That's probably because we're conditioned to see beauty through convention - The snow capped mountain range, the shiny red sports car, palm trees ... the tropical beach.
But if we refocus a bit, we'll soon notice that everyday, ordinary things can in fact become very interesting. And very beautiful.

Enlightenment

porky

spike

Pyro the Maniac

Everyday Jim

Old sea dog

Mylapore Maami

dabba walla

Clay

Recently, I've started messing around with clay. (Pun unintended)
Apart from allowing you to create any colour imaginable 
its also a super sensory experience. Moulding, twisting, stretching, pulling it this way and that, to create any shape and character you can think of.
What I love most about it, is that it make me feel like I'm 12 again. And I can spend hours, exploring my imagination, dredging it for shapes, faces and patterns. All this with a crazed looking in my eyes, giving my co-workers and people around the impression that I've finally lost the plot :)

India

Here are a few photographs, taken on random trips across India.

Cliched as it sounds, I absolutely love the way light and colours change so drastically across its borders and landscapes.