Mentor Yogi

  The Last Day of The Exam The creased heads, exceptional earnestness, books even in rarest hands, and a tickle of irritation on the faces of strained souls, told the story of the horror known by the name "Examination". The horror which, regardless of stature or disposition, grips everyone. The horror which come like a festival every year and which is celebrated in peace for the longest time. The horror which derived its power from a far off thing notoriously known by "result day." This same mighty horror was prevalent in the entire school at that very day.   It was another fine Saturday morning, Sagar entered into the pooja  room, where idols of Gods and Goddesses were staring at him from a shelf and a smell of incense and camphor hung in the air. He immediately closed his eyes and murmured some sagacious impressive words to impress all high Lords, opened his eyes a few seconds later, placed his temple religiously in respect on the shelf, and went out hurriedly. Th...

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 ...