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I was thrilled beyond my wits because it is not often that one stumbles upon Don Quixote.   I greeted him with folded arms first, then shook hands with him before embracing him tight.   Really tight. So tight that he gasped and pushed me away.   “Real love does not display itself so smotheringly,” he managed to speak through the gasps. I apologised profusely and explained that I couldn’t contain my excitement on seeing him this Sunday morning when the monsoon clouds deceitfully played hide-and-seek in God’s own country. “Ah, gods and clouds!” He exclaimed. “Never trust either of them. They are part of the world’s madness.” “You were the sanest, Don,” I could not suppress my admiration of the man who single-mindedly pursued his dreams.   He laughed heartily.   “Where do you draw the line of sanity, my friend?”   Millions of people dying of starvation when tonnes of food is wasted due to mismanagement or sheer callousness.   Is that sanity? He asked me.

I am not superstitious.   Like Groucho Marx, I know that if a black cat crosses my path it means that the cat is going somewhere and has nothing to do with me except that it happened to cross my path.   Usually it is better that the cat happened to cross my path than a human being, especially human beings with staunch religious affiliations.   I am more likely to be killed by a gau bhakt today than a cat.   Marx becoming Marks! God!! Superstition is born out of cowardice and irresponsibility.   You are afraid of, say, water.   But you have to cross the river and there’s no other choice.   You get into the boat with fear in your knees.   Your knees tremble.   Your knees wobble.   The boat takes on your trembling.   Trembling is contagious.   Like a disease.   It spreads.   And the boat succumbs.   It capsizes, let us say.   You are saved, let us hope.   And then you blame the cat.   Because you don’t want to accept that you peed in your trousers.   The cat that crossed y

Cruelty is born in the heart.   One who can harbour cruel thoughts in the heart is no less cruel than the one who commits the actual acts of cruelty.   Baba Ramdev’s wish to kill lakhs of people if they refuse to chant ‘Bharat Mata ki Jai’ makes him a potential mass murderer.   His wish raises a lot of questions that we should ponder upon. Courtesy One India First of all, Ramdev claims to be a yogi.   A yogi is one who has mastered self-control.   It’s control over body and mind.   It’s control over one’s passions of all sorts.   A yogi towers above the rank and file by virtue of that self-control.   There is no place for hatred of any sort, let alone murderous thoughts, in the heart of a yogi.   Is Ramdev a yogi?   Does he deserve the veneration that is being lavished on him? The man forfeited his claim to that venerable status long ago when he commercialised spirituality and Ayurveda.   His Ayurvedic products have been called into question for their quality time