Mentor Yogi

From Present To Past - An "Alien In The Room" Part III I opened my eyes and to my surprise I was lying in the middle of a ramshackle and burnt house; mist was covering the atmosphere and two men wearing Gandhian caps, both young, slim and short, were looking at me as if I was dead. One of them asked me my name, to which I told them my real name. “ I am Sagar ” I answered unconsciously. “ Sagar, what? ” The same man asked me back. “ What is your full name? ” The second person asked understanding the perplexity on my face. “ Isn ’ t Sagar enough? ” “ No, no, no … . we are just asking? ” “ What has happened here? ” I asked. “ Last night a group of Hindu agitators attacked here, killed the head of the family before burning the house. ” “ It was the only Muslim family left in that area, all others had already flew to Pakistan. ” The second one added. And like all time travelers ask in those time travel sci-fi movies, I asked them that famous question:...

  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...