Shon Mehta

In the ancient land of Jivavarta, there lived a monk named Rudhata. Whenever Rudhata saw unhappy people around him, he would get upset. "Why can't these people be happy?" he would exclaim. "Anyone can be happy if they want to." His guru, the sage Sarvadni, noticed this but kept quiet. This went on for a while. Then, one day, Sarvadni called Rudhata and asked, "Do you know how to cook?" "Of course I know how to cook," said Rudhata proudly. "I have learned to cook  several dishes in my travels across Jivavarta." "Excellent," said Sarvadni. "Then will you cook a meal for me?" "It will be an honor," Rudhata answered. "I will cook a delicious dish I learned sometime back in Adrika. I am sure you will like it." Next day, Rudhata went to the monastery's kitchen -- but to his surprise, the  kitchen was completely empty. There were no cooking ingredients, no utens...

"The Time Has Come" – a poem by Shon Mehta The time has come, to stand up and to defy. Its our life, our choices, how long can they deny? The time has come, not to believe in every lie. Not to follow every rule, without asking why. The time has come, not to ignore as others cry. Or soon, very soon, it will be our turn to die. The time has come, not to turn a blind eye.  Because once lost, freedom is hard to come by.