I’ve been sitting here for hours. It’s a funeral; my friend died. At uncertain intervals people get off their plastic chairs, fine tune their careful solemnity, and walk slowly to the coffin. The coffin perplexes me. See, this is my first funeral and I’m still trying to figure things out. My friend is gone

The show is finished, and the equipment is loaded. The van sits before the front door, and I sit inside the van. It is cold and windy on the German shore. Three guys approach—young, clean cut & straight-edged. They want to do an interview… “I don’t need Krishna,” says the spokesman, with an unforgettable German accent. “I have my own way.”

Are truth and beauty compatible terms? We are attracted by the beauty of truth, but since time immemorial we have been habituated to love untruth appearing like truth. Therefore, to a mundane person, truth and beauty are incompatible terms. Check out this instructive story.