30 - 90 min warmups

HE MANA little homage to the first ever hero who got me glued to the tv. My version of him, of course. I hope I don't offend the fans out there. And three cheers to HE MAN. Who else can possibly venture out into the freezing cold night in his bare essentials and manage to not get his you-know-what icicled? !!
Caught in the loop
Picture perfect :)
Will be adding more to this post!

Les Femmes

Random ink warm-up quickies. This time I did use photographic references for the poses from an awesome gallery I found on DA

Warm up - The lebanese dancer

:) This is what happens during your warm up session if you let yourself fall asleep reading arabian nights the previous night

Café Sketchdump

I was seated comfortably on a couch in café coffee day and was on a random character sketching spree over a cup or two of black coffee, when they startled me by playing the Mangal Pande theme music!!And herez some more.. This time, with a sakura pen

Mer Princess

Why does she have to be a maid when she can verywell be a princess?..and nope, she doesnt have a mouth. She feeds through her tentacles

Mr. Yummy

Yumraj a.k.a Mr. Yummy.... the Indian mythological personification of death, for the uninitiated (yup, the desi grim reaper).. so if u see him, run for your life, because that is what exactly he has come to claim

The drummer

So many things to do and so little time
I wish I had more hands, to make life worth my dime ;)

The Watchmaker

The Watchmaker took his time to lay down the thirty-three thousand three hundred and thirty three minute components with utmost precision. The harmonic functioning of these thirty three thousand three hundred and thirty three components is powered by a metal coil that functions as a self-winding mechanism, wound by a single wheel placed at the heart of time. And on the wheel, he placed a little blue hamster that never stopped running

Tic toc tic toc!

There ..amidst all the fever and delirium, i could hear him play that ol fiddle of his, luring me on...he who tics for ever... he who heals all wounds... he who neither slows down nor waits for any man... the mechanical fiddler they called time. His music is like slow poison, leading you to a sure and certain death

Straight frm the sickbed!

Down with a nasty cold..but luckily, i've kept a handful o stationery handy

Shadow

Isn't he simply adorable?

Rejection

Experimenting with a new style for the illustrations that go with my short story "Douze"

OUCH!!..thtaz gotta hurt!