Why good guys suffer?
Some people leave lasting imprints on one's life, change one's perspective on life entirely. While pursuing my post-graduation in Economics from Panjab University, Chandigarh, I often had my lunch at G.C. Chatterji Hall a.k.a Hostel Number 2. Once while entering the hostel mess I saw an old hermit in ochre robes, sitting under the banyan tree. He was chanting "Hare Krishna Mahamantra" ecstatically. There was an ethereal glow on his face. Like a powerful magnet, his persona attracted me. I went to him and asked, "Baba, would you like to have lunch with me?" With a beatific smile, he said, "If Lord Krishna wishes so." After the lunch, the monk blessed me and said, "Son, I'm in a quandary. Can you help me out?" "Kindly let me know baba what can I do for you" I said while prostrating at his feet. "Son, when I am awake, the world before my eyes fascinates me, appears to be real. But during my sleep, the world of