Mentor Yogi

  VICTIM It was noon, the month of August, rain had been pouring down calmly, it was the kind of patient monsoon rain which came prepared to fill the land with water for hours.  A social outcast, just hours before had been thrown out of work, had lost my wife - my only world - and no home to go to, I sat down on a bench in the park, the rain washing me out. The children were playing in the rain nearby, cars were hurrying so were the people, rain had stirred everyone's spirit, but me: I was stationary, unmoved sitting with my head down on the grass. What should I do now? or where should I go? There had been many big questions in my head. In the distance birds in the group were chirping as if calling for their last crewmate. I realized it was me, but I can't fly anymore neither can chirp. I had sold my voice and my wings were torn off. I was the helpless baby bird who was lying deep down into the water with no hope for help or life. The rain was falling on the road, over the ho...

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 ...