What makes me a Living Being
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away... Royson, a school going kid, was walking down the streets of Mumbai on a planet named, The Earth. He had a bag laden with books and no one to accompany him on an endeavor to reach school. He was thinking what makes him a living being and the school bag he was carrying a non-living object. Wait a second, who am I kidding. If I had thoughts like these while I was going to school I would have been the founder of 'Patanjali Ayurved' and not some tummy-less baba. Okay, so now I have offended some intolerant devotee, who might now look me up on the internet, hunt me down and throw ink at my face. If at all there is some guy like this reading this post and planning to throw ink at me, I would like to give you a lil heads-up. I am a dark guy so ink might not work, u better come with some whitener. Okays, coming back to my post. It was not the kid Royson who had these thoughts, but the Royson typing out this post. A few days ago, I was ...