Ernest Hemingway, Nobel laureate in literature, loved life passionately. He loved adventure and relished the big game safaris in Africa as much as sailing through the dangers in the ocean or even punching the opponent in amateur boxing. More so, he trusted people just to know if they were trustworthy. Many of the adventures he embraced had the potential to kill him. He survived two plane crashes during his last safari in Africa and read with considerable amusement the obituaries that appeared in the morning’s newspapers which had presumed his death. The Yogi, on the other hand, has no passions by profession. He is supposed to be dispassionate. He has conquered emotions and passions. Rig Veda says that the whole spectrum of human passions ranging from enthusiasm and creativity to depression and agony, from the heights of spiritual bliss to the heaviness of earth-bound labour, belongs to the rank and file. The Yogi has transcended these contrary forces. Between the ex
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