Mentor Yogi

In The Muse   The day used to be rough, though pleasant the nights.  That day, though, was different as he was in the labyr in th of a puzzled world of past, present and future; feeling worried, lost, and h el pless. That's the night he saw the ghost. A ghost from the past. When it had already become unbearable ,  towards the late in the night , so he was  restless, so couldn't help pacing around his big room like an impatient child, irritated by the little light coming by the window through the fog outside. Pacing he turned and turned once again, eventually he found him standing in front of the mirror screaming for no apparent reason - screaming just to listen how high he could scream without getting any answer or reaction, he even didn't know what he was expecting or whether he was expecting an answer at all. Just then the door in the wall - somewhere around - opened  hastily - because the haste was required in that case. Like a little ghost, a child wafted ou...

  A Retro Look At My   Toxic Life    Ah, ha, Er (wait a second the narrator is still preparing himself) [Ready] Welcome, ladies and gentleman in today's show. Today, I am going to give you a sneak peek into my so called  secret  private life. To begin with introduction, I am a very cool, very famous, young man (Can I still call me young?). Cool as for the time being at least, because most of the time I am pretty much fucked up, entangled in the tides of my own thoughts (No, don't get the wrong idea of Dual Personality Disorder).  By look I am pretty young. Very young. [Hey, audience is going to run away] Today, I am going to enlighten you on a very sensitive topic, about the darkness and the path to light. Just kidding. I am, as I said, just a fucked up young man, and today I am going to share with you my experience s  of a period when I was very toxic, and my life  was full of radioactive fuel. Let's rewind the clock to some two years . O K ...

  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...