This God man or preferably a devout Sadhu or a lonely soul in quest of his naked self, (the thing that he is), the one I ‘m gonna talk about, is through his earthly tenure, leaving behind his mortal body, a month or so before, at the age of 70 (earthly time). I, in all honesty, don’t intend this piece of writing to be an obituary nor a eulogy, nothing of the sort. It just so happened that he popped…
I got this that the Mental Health Science calls Anxiety Disorder at the age of 13, which is 42 years back from now. I was in Grade VIII then. It wreaked so much havoc to my mind so much so that I became paranoid, had recurring hallucinations, palpitations, severely traumatized, seeing horrors everywhere I went, my head was like the whole mountain sitting on it, wanted to f**ing run away from it all throwing the head off shoulder but where…
I, my mind, and my body, are above all to me. Wonder anyone would take exception to that! I doubt they are sincere to it, though! I wouldn’t bet on it. Let’s not bring God in here. God is nearly always abused for an excuse. Three constituents are put together to make one single entity. The sum total of three – me, my mind, and my body – is what we largely are. Like it or not! It is in the…
This episode under wraps which I now choose to blow the cover of revolves around a HERO, not from a flick though, but a common herd that you push your way through every day – any Tom, Dick and Harry. This cool, saintly person whose first name is Tyagi has visceral dislike (so, I reckon) of letting anyone in on things he’s buried in his chest. He’d rather take them to his grave than to whisper a word about…