chronicles of the rabid yogi-chance and time

Tired from the hard walk under the trying sun the rabid yogi went inside a cave which was on the way
and sat , it was pretty dark but cool . He looked around but there was no one ,yet he knew that he was
never alone.

the rabid yogi as always cried there, he moaned ,he wailed , for he never understood the ways of man.

than he sat properly, washed his face with the water he had , and started writing...



man boasts about his strenght and his ability to progress and be victorious,
but this is what i have obsereved from all my journey under the trying sun


The race is not to the swift
or the battle to the strong,
nor food comes to the wise
or wealth to the brilliant
or favor to the learned;
but time and chance happens to them all.

Morever, no man knows when his hour will come:

As fish are caught in a cruel net,
or birds taken in a snare,
so men are trapped by cruel times
that fall unexpectedly upon them.


with this the rabid yogi closed his old tattered, tear stained book and started walking again
under the trying sun....