Prophet of Love : A review

"Prophet of Love" by Farrukh Dhondy


                                Lucullan lifestyle, rolling Rolls-Royce, Western women, sex, meditation and handmaids around. This is the lifestyle of Bhagvan Saket, A young philosopher who turned to a baba by fortune who preaches western people the sexual delusion in spiritual seclusion which he created himself.

Mr. Dhondy himself played the role of an Indian born English journalist who comes to India for an assignment regarding Bhagvan Saket. Pune being the home for both the Author and the character, The way of narration is absolutely perfect. The openness of a west returned Indian can be easily gestured in the 1st sentence of the book itself.

Rahul who was said to be cursed to death on his 7th birthday is sent to a monastery at a very small age. As he did not die on his 7th birthday, his guardian who was asked to kill the young lad, escapes the monastery along with the young lad to the hustle bustle of Delhi where they spend some years and later move to Bombay for a job. Rather to be called destined than cursed Rahul later undergoes some series of unexpected coarse which made him a Bhagvan.

Ma Shanti, Mr. Bhavnani who played a major role in the life of Rahul who already underwent a series of twists and turns right away from his birth. Both of them made a good line for Rahul after their old Guru.

Diamond, who was a twisty character in the whole story with husband and her girl child in saket and another character praful, both of them helped a lot in the investigation of the Saket.

"Sex" played a complicated role in the novel, and yea it is an "A" rated for its abusive language but a must read!

Not an on the go but a very good novel. Actually the writer mirrored the exact situation in not all but some of the Ashrams in India. the way author described the things his way of narration had gave a clear visualization for the readers and yea, yet another book completed :|

Finally i conclude that this is  especially for the people who are interested in narrative fiction. the way Dhondy narrated every small thing was really good. and the real time point of the story is a big plus and boost.

Rating : 3.2/5

Book : Prophet of Love
Author : Farrukh Dhondy
Publisher : Harper Collins
Price : 299/- (INR)
ISBN-13 : 9789350296677

P.S :- My 1st review on book. and thanking IndiBlogger and Harper Colins publications for giving the free supply of book

The ultimate breath...

Life...
Some times you may never know how much you missed your life doing useless things...
It's just the Death that is unalterable and only thing on the planet that can be bought with out money

P.S :- My first fishing experience

Carved to Perfecion...


Emperors passed so the empires confescated
The royalty remained like the virtuous soul untouched
Engraved the names on stone they preserved
Eternity they show, not the flesh its the nature undefeated

                                          Inscriptions regarding the great Maharaja palace of Mysore

GolDen ReFleCtionS....

old is of course gold! and even beautiful

A small piece of token left by our beloved ancestors...
These temple carvings can be said as one of the oldest art forms which were done with an amazing accuracy...

p.s :- Photo taken in the beautiful city of mysore

Hidden meaning

In the lands of blue and red and voilet I lie
With my eyes open so red, In happiness I cry
Laughing like a kid, in the snow so white
I set my limits and here!, I start my flight

Like the smoke from the burning plants from lands up high
Up in the clouds I could'nt see any thing, but I still fly
As I breath in clouds, the air so pure
In the lands of heaven, this made my lungs cure

Like the acid on litmus, from blue to red
Sweet in the water, my stomach got fed
Drenched in happiness, my smile never ended
25 to life, it is what all I always wanted

P.s : most of the people will understand... what I meant ;)

The beat #HaikuHighTimes

As the beat dropped
Heart beat raised
Springed like a kid, I jumped

Life is music. Blue sometimes, beat sometimes
#Haiku #DigitalArt

P.s : digital art dedicated to all the dj's who drops the beat suddenly..

A Balcony

As you see you find everything weird
People, trees and buildings all around
Its like a mothers womb, I see
Fall down... and you cry in pain
You cry.. and you'll be saved by the doctor
It heals in time... but as times pass by, you can see the scars
You laugh.. only because you're alive
You silent? Youre dead

The other time when I was sitting in my balcony and seeing all the busy world around me, I felt that mother's womb is the only safe place on the planet with no worries and tensions

#Musings

Seasons Love #HaikuHighTimes

Love start like the spring's bud
End like the frozen winter
But seasons infinity

Life is just incepting the things you see with the things you like...

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