Mentor Yogi

A Chess Game It was the time before summer vacation, inescapable intense hot everywhere, the sun was desperate to take I don't know maybe some old revenge and was hell agitated to burn everything came in his way, there was no rain in around last 3 months expect for some fine drizzles. Everywhere there was dust and clouds of dust, even you could make one while walking along the roadside, it could go as high as your knee nonchalantly. For me, it was the most depressing month to keep with. It was ritual of our school to hold the summer holidays of senior students as much as they could. While the juniors were into their holidays for about two weeks already but there we were still going to the school everyday. God, to tell the truth, it wasn’t our going to school that sucks but the holiday of others that did. Then we had to tell ourselves that we were now at least older to someone which gave us the sense of authority and pleasantness. I mean, being older sounded like a reward to us as b...

Bicycle can be a thoroughly ridiculous form of transport, but a thoroughly beautiful one. Handle, Paddle, Paddling, Deep Breathing, Air, More Air, Woshhh.... [Music] Five months ago I started paddling my bicycle in the evening through the farms, the habit I have maintained till today. I usually paddle from a point A which generally is the southernmost edge of the village to a point B which lies right on the bridge of the main canal known by the name  Ramala wali Nahar via a road which goes along the smaller canal,  khaansh. I generally stop at point C. Point C is a place somewhere between point A and point B, I stop there to observe Bainya’s nests hanging upright down on a tree. While riding, I generally think about a point D. Point D is nothing in particular, but an imaginary place, somewhere between infinity to minus infinity in the universe (I do not care if it happens to be out of universe) which I generally visualized - setting sun, solitary atmosphere, tall laconic palm ...

Two years ago I had started this blog solely for book recommendations, but then, I deviated, and deviated large enough that now it is used for everything. I mean, I post anything here - just like a trash can. Okay, years has passed, now I am back to my sole purpose - book recommendations. Because a large time had passed, so at first I was confused. B ut soon my old self came back and here is this book recommendation blog. Today, I am leaving you with 10, NO, actually 11 books, and some further titles to choose from. These books are solely my subjective choice, so if you are going to babble about the missed titles then I can’t help. If you will ask me - “What is your favourite book?” I will say -“A Fine Balance”. If you have had asked me the same question a month ago. I would answer - “The White Tiger”. Two months before, that could be - “The Little Prince”. Don’t getting any sense from my nonsense, worry not. Actually, these are the last books I had read in these times, like now, I had...

Previously  - The team having 2 captains, a freaky man, two advisors, and a wrestler-cum-racer had been lagging by 0-10 against the team having a prisoner, a ghost from the Hollywood movie, two rather adult men, and Parnav’s target - Abhishek who happened to be their captain as well.   Part2- This was the turn for the opponent team’s to raid. The ghost guy came up with the raid and went away with two points. One advisor and Shivam went for the tackle from the left, but, in spite of a good effort, they had been deceived by the ghost guy’s slow, but perfect dubkii. Akshay patted his advisor’s back for trying, Himanshu - the captain no.2 - patted Shivam Bhaijaan’s back. It was our turn again to raid next. With Parnav out of the court and our captain no.1’s shocking 1 st  raid, the question was - who would raid from our side. Captain No.2 and Captain No.1 discussed a little and ordered, no just said, okay requested to the only advisor standing in the court that it’s the right...