I am one of those lazy flok who dream of doing many things in and out of life, but finally settle with doing almost nothing great. In this rush of life, we are always busy not knowing what we are doing and what we are up to.

Except those great few, many of us wander on some dimensions of the earth and vanish into thin air just like any other ordinary being. Are we on this planet to eat, drink, sleep, study , earn and spend money, marry, have children, make family and ultimately die-- with a photo of our smiling face hanging somewhere in the corner of the house?

I always (which I feel most of us) have these questions playing on my mind - what is this soul? Is soul real? Does god really exists? If god really exists why he is not responding to pains of the mankind? Can we see the god? Is there life after death? What happens after death? Is astrology real or just a blind faith? How this creation started? Does the cycle of birth and death real? Is all this what we are seeing is maya/illusion? Are we all just puppets in the game of god? And above all these doubts - the most important one - What is the purpose of my stay on this planet?

Whenever I gaze the empty sky or gaze inside my mind - the above puzzles prop up. But ofcourse in this materialistic world I hardly had time to explore answers and with time the questions also got burried. And Thanks to KINDLE, I chanced upon this wonderful book "The Autobiography of a Yogi" penned by Paramahans Yogananda. As I read through the pages of this book ( I guess I have taken some two months to read it) - it fell upon me what treasure of wisdom we had lost of our great ancient yogis.....