standing amid a cloud of dust, feet too numb to go any further, mind fogged by the muddle of rights and wrongs, seeking answers of all the ‘whys’ of life and reaching at the inevitable ‘why me?’- we all have experienced that feeling of life slipping out of hand. centuries and centuries have passed and yet so often do we stand with the bog under our feet, where once the great arjuna stood – in the centre of the kurukshetra - the war within as draining as the war without. a little kurukshetra resides in each