Mentor Yogi

Runaway “ Bhai sahab , look at his face. Who could beat someone like that. Look at his ripped teeth -- blood here, here and here.” Tejpal said half-angry, half-complaining, though still maintaining the code of respect. The boy -- this man’s son -- was sobbing and was bruised badly as after a brutal beating. “My apologies Bhai sahab  -- I assure you, this will never happen again.” Bijendera said taking a serious look at the bruised child. “Bijendra Bhai, I respect you. You are like family. But I am warning you, if that happen again I will forget everything. No one can save Maanav from me, then.” “Needn’t to. I am assuring you Tejpal Bhai, you never need to. Today, I will teach a good lesson to him. Don’t worry.” “ Bilkul Bhai saha b,  he needed that lesson. Brats like him only understands the language of beating. It will be good to catch him before he slips away totally.” Tejpal suggested and leave with his bruised son. Yet again, Maanav had beaten some kid; this is his 5 th ...

  An Alien In The Room I It was the evening of a cloudy day. I was sitting in the balcony of my room, on a rugged white plastic chair, constantly looking at the setting sun who was playing with the clouds. The tilting rays of the Sun had turned the clouds yellowish-red and golden. A group of migratory birds, white colored and red legged, was flying towards the setting sun; because of all this it feels like I was looking at any scenery painted beautifully with the best colors and imagination. Right below my room in the barber shop old Hindi songs were playing on the radio. A ray of light was tinkering from the steel framed window of my neighbor ’ s house making an identical design on the front house as it was on the window frame. Wind was flowing like a boat in the sea making the whole view feel even more spectacular and awe teasing. And it felt like at last some time of life was really spending. Then come the spectacular experience of watching the town dying with setting Sun, t...