Thinking aloud through sketches, words and humour
Koi didn’t visit Monk for over a week. She spent time reflecting on all the conversations over the last few days. Soon, winter arrived and the mornings got even more colder. At the crack of dawn, a expansive blanket of fog stretched sleepily across the lake. At the bank, where Monk sat every day, a... Continue Reading →
Monk knew Koi was back and she was patiently waiting till Monk was ready to speak. “Good morning Koi. I see you are up early today.” “Good morning Monk. Yes I am. I swam here as soon as I woke up.” The lake was silent this morning as the sunrise unraveled itself. There was no... Continue Reading →
The sun cast long shadows and began its goodbyes by kissing the lake golden. A lazy mist floated upon the water, as Koi made her way back to the banks. She could see the Monk bathed in the shimmering hues of the evening sun. His face was glowing with an ethereal aura. Koi hesitated and... Continue Reading →
It was still raining heavily that morning, when Koi returned to the Monk. This time, she was sure the Monk would still be there. All the other fish had swiftly retreated to the safety of lake bed, perturbed by the rhythmic pitter patter of raindrops on the surface and the occasional sound of distant thunder.... Continue Reading →
“What is gut feel, Monk? I hear everyone speaking about this and instinct and intuition. Tell me more.” Koi had been waiting to ask the monk this question since the last evening. Monk gifted Koi his trademark smile, that always radiated suddenly from his calm meditative visage. “Your questions are getting interesting Koi. Often, you... Continue Reading →
There was a slight drizzle and Koi wasn’t sure he would find the monk. She swam towards the garden anyway, amidst gentle ripples that danced as raindrops kissed the water. The monk was there, in his regular spot by the water, sitting cross legged with an aura of calm around him, unperturbed by the rain... Continue Reading →
Monk was expecting the Koi any moment now, he could sense Koi’s curious energy. Koi appeared on cue, gently past the lotus leaves near the banks of the lake. “Monk, I have something I want to talk about today.” “Koi, I see you have brought your friends along too.” “I have been sharing our conversations... Continue Reading →
The Koi was back after a few days. Swimming up to the monk on a cold winter morning, as a blanket of fog hung over the lake. The monk spoke first, with his eyes gently shut, yet sensing Koi was nearby in silence. “You are back Koi. How have you been?” “I am well Monk.... Continue Reading →
The Monk eyes were still shut, but he sensed an aura of restlessness as Koi approached him. “Is everything ok, Koi?” asked the monk with his eyes still closed. The Koi spoke as he neared the banks of the zen garden. “Monk, I am not feeling happy today. I watched you and have been trying... Continue Reading →
The Monk felt the Koi’s presence and opened his eyes “Welcome back my friend.” Koi smiled and said “I have another thought today Monk.” The Monk waited for Koi to continue. “Monk, how do I learn to forgive?” The monk smiled at Koi. “I love your questions Koi” and then closed his eyes in silence... Continue Reading →
The Koi fish was back early morning. “I thought of another question Monk.” She said. The monk patiently waited for Koi to speak. “What is wisdom Monk?” The monk was silent for what seemed like eternity and then he spoke softly. “Koi, Wisdom is listening intently to knowledge and making use of what she imparts.”... Continue Reading →
I tried blending 2 styles of sketching which I love and the results are interesting. The process is more than meditative and I empty my mind when I draw, imagining myself as a monk creating patterns in the garden.
Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom. Aristotle
Dubai gets just a few days of rain every year and it becomes a momentous occasion. Radio stations bring out their romantic playlists across languages, social media posts of raindrops and wet roads jostle for attention and every one is smiling. What's app groups remind everyone that it's magical and encourage people to head away... Continue Reading →
This is a poem on the journey of spirituality. The quest for the spiritual man is to return to the purest form of an infant who we are born as. As life goes by, the scars of experience and the scab of the world erodes that angelic innocence. How do we bring up our kids... Continue Reading →
“Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.” ― Thich Nhat Hanh
Even a simple day trip for business brings out the best in me. Travel is my introspection time, reading time, sketching time and learning time. I tend to shut out the world and immerse myself in me. A bubble envelops itself around me and I tune into my innermost thoughts. This is my kaizen space... Continue Reading →
Some of the most memorable moments are the ones I spend with my children. Most of the greatest lessons I have learnt are from my kids. Every second is pure joy and I learn so much from their curiosity and innocence. I love the constant barrage of questions, the indefatigable energy, the tornado of mischief,... Continue Reading →
Heres a collection of spaces which I created as a mood board for dream spaces to be alone and get some thinking time in. Dream spaces to rejuvenate the mind and spirit. I guess the themes running through the spaces I love are high ceilings, natural light, contemporary minimal spaces, books and nature.
Pages from my sketchbook with sketches of Buddha.
A new sketch I made while waiting for an appointment. It was a symbolic representation of what introspection is.
More sketches on the same lines. Loving the process of capturing symbolically introspection and self awareness
Here are some more sketches from my coaching program with Rajesh Nagjee. Today we covered the Rockerfeller habits and the techniques for masterminding.
My understanding of spirituality is that we embark upon a journey at some point in our lives. Some of us wake up one day and realise that things have to change. “Knock, And He'll open the door Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens Become... Continue Reading →
Doha Airport dinner
I travel with a sketchbook I and whenever I can, I enjoy drawing angels. I see angels as subconscious emotions. They represent my conscience, my confusions, my intuition, guilt and a host of other inner thoughts. I also see unconnected incidents and serendipity as angels that visit my life. People I meet that leave an... Continue Reading →
SEEKING ANSARS 