Life ceases to exist unless I make a good photograph that speaks my heart; dab some colors on canvas that awaited my company and spend some time with those whom I love - Life is nothing more , nothing less for me. My service to the world is through Art; to the family is through Heart and I serve myself through the moments I spend with myself creating my Self.

I was born as the second son of Pulikkal Subran and Vilasini in the year 1969. At that time Chettichal was a pure village in the real sense with all the features and richness of a remote countryside untouched by civilization.

I saw all butterflies in the locality dancing, all birds singing and all greenery brightening at the time of my birth! Becaus they were all waiting for me.

May be I was destined to be alone while growing up . I grew up as an introvert. Spoke little; brooded always. Plants and flowers, bees and butterflies, birds and branches of sandalwood, dreams and I - all grew up together. Seldom we spoke; but always heard the others’ voice in disguise. Silence was our language. Intimacy was our grammar. At a time when emotions were the quotations of our self, we all grew up into an inflorescence of a wild orchid that swayed in the caress of our innocent attachment. That feeling was great and so it remained. 

In 1986 I joined Government Medical College, Thrissur. Seven years from this was the most important phase of my evolution. I learned the simple truth that friends are the greatest teachers and that they are the greatest invaders of the self, too!   Possessiveness changed to willingness; the introvert pupated and the language of silence imbibed new vocabulary. Light music gave way to classical compositions and water colors to oils and acrylics. Themes evolved from landscapes to surrealism, to abstraction and postmodernism.

I married Sandhya in 1996. From then she is with me as an extension of my personality.

I brought my first SLR Camera in 1998. Photography has captured the major share of my expressive activities since then. And, it still continues. I draw a lot, paint occasionally and write when I am compelled on occasions like this.

Indian classical music is always there as a silky backdrop in my life.

My life is so simple!
Because, it was never complicated by a professional thinker!
May be I am wrong. May be the way Nature expressed itself to me was such that it appeared misleadingly innocent and deceptively transparent. 
Yet, my life remains simple and beautiful.