My art process is similar to this phenomenon of inner being realisation. As I lift my paint covered brush, the forms, figures and shapes of my compositions smear across the canvas with varying hues, and colours start floating in my imagination hazily. The moment I reach the canvas, every doubt melts away to my scheme of placement and colours. As an artist I feel that man and machine, which were inter locked in a never-ending duel for supremacy until now, seem to be heading towards the stage where both are found consoling and comforting each other. Fortunately, the cold war between man and machine is generating some highly sophisticated and subtle concepts and forms which are ultimately giving birth to a triumphant man mechanized in structure but soft in sensibilities