First review of my book

As a reader I was quite impressed by the beginning “prologue”. A completely different start for a book which will give you few thoughts, lot of positive thinking and once you complete reading you will be thrilled and relaxed.

A young man Jesse author of three books having high aims and would like to be the best writer in the world, eagerly waiting for the release of a new book about the prime minister of India who changed complete vision about India and going to get the Noble prize for peace. The book about the prime Minister is written by Mr.Rakesh who has penned down not less than 30 books as of now. Jesse flips thru the pages to find out the life of the Prime Minister who has sacrificed his life for the improvement of a country. The prime ministers strategy was completely different from others to say the least “A new innovative India”.

The author ( Rakesh ) meets the prime Minister ( Vijay) when he was thirteen years old thru a cricket match. Rakesh was impressed by patience and different approach – about the game of Vijay. Vijay is having no interest in cricket and always let others play the game. His moto in playing cricket is to get satisfaction himself.

Rakesh and Vijay studies in the same school were Vijay’s girlfriend Priya who is a topper in the class. Rakesh is bonding a friendship with Vijay.Vijay’s mother is having great respect in their neighborhood. Vijays father a great follower of Gandhi ( Amok) works as a Govt. servant. Amok a social worker runs a charitable education institution.
Vijay loves reading and Rakesh gave a book about Gandhi. After reading the book Vijay is completely changed about his vision and started few initiatives in the school and surroundings by cleaning, placing dust bins etc.

Vijay never scared or care about the exams and low marks. As per Vijay the knowledge you get thru the education is must not marks.

The author is portraying Vijay as a completely different person as one day the teachers question about the idols was answered differently by Vijay. As per Vijay his idol is the milk man, newspaper vendor. This shows the different version of Vijay about life.

Vijay and Priya love continues and both their parents are accepting their relationship.

Vijay is having a different level of approach on exams and results. Thru Vijay authors are giving different level of thinking on university degrees, question papers and ranks. A quote is saying “dream big, work for it and try to fulfill your dream”. Here the authors are signaling a next level thinking one step ahead. “We have to focus our goal and try to achieve the same”. Here the thinking and look out thru the book is entirely different. The authors mentioned focus to achieve your goal and this will be achieved thru practice. Individual identity is a must. People should identify you thru your personality and not thru any brand of dress you wear.

Thru a discussion between Priya and Vijay the author is mentioning every politician is not corrupted. If we wanted to change the system we have to change our selves.

One incident on a fateful day changes priya and Vijay’s life. Rest of the story is suspense.

The writing style is perfect in this book except in some places it lags and tends to get jerky. The author hasn’t hesitated to expose our country’s system and corruption within government officials. The tenacity of the characters is admirable. This book is a thoroughly engaging work and an absolute page turner. This book is self-contained and teaches us about a thing or two about our countries rules and regulations.

This book is a tale of love and romance and serious look out for the future by young generation, their taste and ambition to lead a healthy life. Really worth to read and value for money. I surely recommend this book for the young generation. The characters in the book are near to the realistic.
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The revenge of Gandhi’s follower

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Book blurb:

 Vijay wasn’t normal, he was a man with different thoughts, he had every symptom of a great man, still he had chosen a simple life. He lived with his mediocre dreams to get a job and then marry his childhood sweetheart. After few years of job experience wanted to establish his own business like millions of other, but fate had some different plans. Our corrupt system forced him to enter into the dirty game of politics. He gained power to avenge his antagonists, but being a Gandhian, his strategy was something unusual . . . his revenge wasn’t ordinary . . . 

Be the hero of mankind

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‘In our neighborhood, a man was very good at carom. All the time he used to play carom and also win the game. But the problem was that he never tried to participate in competition at any level. So, his playing of carom was sheer waste of time. I have seen many boys race along the highways and proudly describe in front of everyone how they overtook some of the vehicles and how they drove bikes at a speed of hundred kilometers. But what do you get from all these? Do you get Olympic medal? Then why do you put your precious life at risk?’ said Vijay in a criticizing manner. ‘What bothers me is that many people in life pursue a meaningless goal. Choose a great dream and live for it. A man without a dream is nothing more than a dead body. Try to earn some goodwill, name and fame. No one takes anything from this world. Man is mortal, but you can make your name immortal by your work. Do such works that your name would get a place in history book which would be read by the people. Only human can innovative things, write a book, create marvelous paintings or develop a new dance step. Only a man can cook new dish, become the Prime Minister, become a great businessman and give employment to thousands of people. Be a man and be a hero of mankind.’

The revenge of Gandhi’s follower 

 Education isn’t to mug up the lines in the book & pour them down in the exam paper, adding something new in the book is the actual education….

  In our country brainless interviewer need English speaking idiots having brain without ideas and vision, so Genius are forcing to work like idiots in this idiotic atmosphere….

 Nobody is going to remember your mark, people only remember your work, without innovation mark is meaningless, without creativity knowledge has no value, without vision and goal a man is nothing more than a dead body…

   It’s thought of Vijay, an ordinary man, he wanted to marry his girlfriend after getting a job, after few years of experience, planned to do his own business like millions of other, but destiny had a different plan, our corrupt system and narrow minded society forced him to enter in politics. He gained power to take revenge from his enemies but he’s a Gandhi’s follower, so his revenge wasn’t ordinary…

Note: it will publish on Amazon. Com on 7th July 2017

The two faces of India

The following paragraph has taken from my book ‘ The revenge of Gandhi’s follower’. The pre-order of the eBook is now available on Amazon. com

Vijay looked outside. Two sides of the road aligned with long trees and some with bright red-colored flowers which looked beautiful. On the way, he saw lot of kids going to school by bus, car and also by bicycle. Some other kids were walking, and some parents were also going with their kids to drop them safely to the school, whereas beside the road, a kid was working in a small hotel, washing used plates. On one hand, a father bought an ice-cream for his daughter, whereas just near them someone else’s daughter collected waste plastics from the garbage dumps. Some kids were reading books inside a bus but an approximately ten-year-old boy was selling newspapers. Vijay marked all these with grief and helplessness. Priya understood what was going on inside his mind. She knew that he was not a normal boy and always wanted to do something for the society and the country as a whole. Rather he possessed every symptom of a great man but Priya wanted a normal life that was, a small house with Vijay and lots of kids.

Talk with hearts

Priya, Ishita, Vijay, Rashmi and I were in a hotel. Vijay had planned this meeting to take Priya out with him. But we had to face some problems; some boys started passing comments upon girls and it was irritating and annoying to behold.
‘Vijay, let’s teach them a lesson. Call the police,’ I suggested.

‘Yes, you’re right! These bastards need a lesson,’ Ishita said with aggression.

‘Just give me two minutes,’ he said in composure; standing and walking toward the boys. Priya looked worried. She tried to stop Vijay but he motioned her not to do so.

‘Hi friends! I’m Vijay. What are you guys doing? Just try to understand,’ gently he said. The boys were shocked. ‘The girl in the middle is my childhood love and I love her very much. Till date I didn’t dare to propose her. Just few days ago, she lost her parents in an accident and she hadn’t come outside since a month. She keeps on crying almost every day. I have brought her here to change her mind a little bit and get her smile back. So, please guys! Don’t tease us. I guess you all too have ever loved someone in your life. Please try to understand my feelings.’

The boys felt guilty. Vijay was about to walk away, ‘We’re sorry,’ one of them apologized. Then everyone said sorry to the girls and walked away from there.

We all were amazed. We couldn’t understand how Vijay changed those notorious boys’ mind. ‘What did you tell them?’ I asked.

‘Nothing! They’re humans too. I talked to their hearts,’ said Vijay with his trademarked soft smile. ‘Always fight where there is no other option to resolve the conflict. If we would have fought with them, then the situation might have turned worst. If we would have hurt their egos, then they might have taken some action against us in future. We would have become the reason of generating some animals in the society. But now, I’m sure they have some respect for our girls too.’


This is part of my novel ‘ The revenge of Gandhi’s follower’.  Pre-order book is available on Amazon. Com. It will publish on 7/7/2017.

First chapter of ‘The revenge of Gandhi’s follower’ 

A Different Kid

Many people know me as a writer, like any normal man while watching any movie I used to relate myself with the hero, I had placed myself in the main character of every story I wrote so far. I am a successful man in the eyes of the society. The social network has seen millions of my followers. Surely, I am the idol to the young generation. But here’s a story where I couldn’t place myself as the leader but only a supporting character. This story I consider him as the leader.


I first met him when I was thirteen. I had passed my seventh standard and had come to my uncle’s house to take admission in high school as our village had a primary school only. It was during the summer vacation. I sat under a mango tree with my cycle by my side. The tree had weighed down by the mangoes; some were ripe, smelling delicious but my focus was over the field in front of me, where a cricket match was about to start. I was new in that city, so I had no friends. I wanted to play cricket but I couldn’t ask anyone because of my egoistic nature.

A skinny boy walked toward me straight and asked, ‘Do you want to play with us?’ I nodded my head excitedly and followed him. In the field, I came to know that the skinny boy was the captain. The total members were divided into two teams, and I was part of the skinny boy’s team. There were many elder players in our team, so I couldn’t understand why our captain was a boy of my age?

‘The boy must be a good player,’ I thought in my mind.

Our team had won the toss, and our captain decided to bat first. It was a limited over match with just twelve overs. The captain summoned everyone for discussion in a circle; we gathered under the mango tree to make our strategy for the game.

‘Generally, the captain sends a new player either to bat first or last in a match, and if our captain doesn’t send me in the opening, then I won’t get a chance to bat,’ I thought in mind.

‘What’s your name, new boy?’ our captain asked me.

‘Rakesh,’ I replied, wanting to ask his name but I didn’t ask him because of my introvert nature.

Our captain sent two other boys for the opening. I lost hope but kept praying to God against my own team’s batsmen, in spite of my guilt feeling. It was a lucky day; as one after the other, my prayers and wishes were being answered. The opening pair fell within the first over. We lost three wickets within five overs. After the third wicket, our captain sent me for batting. I was in form that day and had scored fifty in just twenty-four balls. But from the other end, wickets were continuously falling. At the end of the game, we had managed to score ninety-four runs on our board at the loss of seven wickets. Interestingly, our captain didn’t come down to bat.

‘Captain must be a bowler,’ I thought.

‘Don’t lose your heart. I’ll send you to open tomorrow,’ promised our captain to those who didn’t get a chance to bat.

While bowling, he had almost given chance to everyone including one-over bowling to me. At last, we lost that match by two wickets. Boys of our team were a little upset, and they were analyzing the game. According to them, if I’d have got one more over to bat, then we might have scored more runs.

Our captain seemed happy. He was discussing who didn’t get a chance to bowl, though he himself hadn’t bowled one over. I couldn’t understand his captaincy at all; I had seen his fielding also which was just an average; I couldn’t understand why the boy was the captain. Why even the elder teammates obeyed every decision he took? Why every team members as well as the opposite team members respected him so much? Our captain was talking with everyone amiably, congratulating our opposition team players and challenging them for the next day’s match but in a funny manner. He talked with me and asked some questions to me like where I lived, what I was doing in his town etc. I liked the personality of our captain, and I had never seen a man behaving so coolly after losing a match.

‘You played well, today,’ he appreciated while we were returning to our home on bicycle. It was evening. The west sky was turning into a shade of pink. ‘Your batting style is also impressive.’

‘Thanks,’ I replied shortly. There was a silence for few seconds. ‘You’re the captain of our team but why don’t you go for bating or bowling?’

‘I’ve no interest in cricket. I come here just to relax,’ he said softly, glancing at me. ‘I love to make friends, and in the afternoon, everyone is in the cricket field, so am I.’

‘Oh, that’s why you’re so cool after losing a match,’ I said in a criticizing tone.

‘Yes, I’m not serious about cricket,’ he said it casually. ‘Not only is me, no one of our team is serious about cricket, including the opposition team as well, even including you!’

‘I have always dreamt of being a cricketer and play for the Team India and without knowing me how is this guy commenting like this,’ I had him fired inside my mind

‘Do you know why Sachin Tendulkar is a great player?’ he continued and said, ‘He practices every day for ten to twelve hours. Practice makes a man perfect. A cricketer is not made just by some mere play of one or two hours. We have made cricket a game for our time pass and a mere sport for our entertainment. It is important to enjoy the game as that would create the real interest and so I always try to let everyone bat who doesn’t get a chance. Such players get the first priority in the next day’s match when I’m there. If we win after satisfying everyone, then it is great and if we lose then what’s the big deal. We try again the next day. At the end of the day, no one cared about the number of street matches you’ve won or lost. It is satisfaction that matters.’

His words impressed me. ‘What is your name?’ I asked.

‘Vijay,’ the captain replied.

That day I had no idea that I had met the future Prime Minister of India, one of the great leaders of the world, who would change the life and thought of people, who would show the right path to the people and become the greatest architect of our nation.

I took admission in the school where Vijay was studying. During the summer holidays, I became his friend, and after admission, we became best friends. Vijay had a big circle of friends and a girlfriend. Her name was Priya, though Vijay always clarified in front of his friends that his relationship with Priya was just of friendship, but nobody accepted it.

There are some unwritten laws of friendship. First law of friendship: You are treated as a son in your friend’s house. Vijay’s mother, Shanti, was loving and supportive, and like her name she was always cool and calm. She was a housewife. She studied up to class seven but was a PhD holder in love and affection. She loved every friend of Vijay like her own son. Not only she was the judge of ladies in her neighborhood, but would also solve any conflict or familial issue that would arise there. She always told the truth in the matters of justice, whether anybody liked it or not. Mr. Alok, Vijay’s father, was a government servant; an upper class officer in the Department of Agriculture. He was a great follower of Gandhi. He spent almost half of his salary in social work; he opened a charitable education center for poor and orphan kids where education was imparted free of cost.

The street that led to Vijay’s house was beautiful and aligned with trees on both the sides, most of which were planted by his father many years ago. The trees now became a symbol of beauty. Every man dreamed of living in that area with such natural beauty, but no one tried to make their own area beautiful like that. I made frequent visits to Vijay’s house where his parents loved me a lot and treated me as their own son. In a few years, I almost became their second son.

Second law of friendship: Your friend’s friend is also your friend. This unwritten law was creating a bond of friendship between Priya and me. Well, this friendship was very fruitful for me. Priya always came first in class, the topper of our school. Everyone was just praying to sit beside her in exam as she helped everyone a lot during the exam except Vijay as she considered Vijay her competitor.

Vijay and Priya always came to school together; nobody had ever seen them fighting over some issues. But there was a girl in our batch who had never a day without fighting. She was Ishita, the anchor of every cultural program of our school but not so good in studies. I never liked her attitude. For me, God had made a mistake of making a girl instead of boy.

 Unfortunately, Ishita and Priya were best friends. So according to second unwritten law of friendship, Ishita became my friend too. Initially, I took her as a headache, but slowly I got used to it.


As the time passed, Vijay, Priya, Ishita and I became best friends. For us, Vijay was a psycho. He always read lots of books without any reason, and Vijay’s parents supported him a lot. Vijay’s father bought lots of books for Vijay every month. I also loved reading books but wasn’t as crazy as him.

One day, I had gifted an autobiography of Mahatma Gandhi to him. At that time, I had no idea what I was digging for all. Gandhi’s Clean India Vision had a great impact upon Vijay. Being inspired, he stood in front of the entire class and requested the headmaster to clean school and village by a campaign, ‘It’s our duty to keep our street and school clean. We’re the future. We have to teach the people and parents how to clean our street,’ he announced enthusiastically.

To our dismay, the headmaster loved his idea. He ordered us to join in the cleaning campaign. Initially, nobody was happy including Priya, but after cleaning our school, we felt proud of ourselves. While cleaning our streets, our parents also joined us. Within three Sundays, we were able to clean our school, hospital and our street. Vijay and I collected money from public to purchase dustbin. Ishita and Priya donated all their pocket money. We placed dustbin all over the street after every few yard intervals. The boy who didn’t know how to wash his cloth was responsible for cleanness of our street.

It was his first craziness but not the last. Vijay was against the caste system. On his eighteenth birthday, Mr Alok and Shanti received an affidavit from court in which he had changed his name. He had cut off the surname from his name in order to ignore the discrimination on the basis of caste system. His mother was shocked but surprisingly he got his father’s support.

He used to tear his question paper after every exam. He used to watch movies on exam days. He was never serious about marks. He was never worried even though he scored low marks than his expectation. According to him, ‘Life doesn’t end after one exam. Rather life will give many chances if you give a chance to life.’

Lots of time we discussed about various matters. Our discussions included world economy, business ideas, our system, film, cricket and sex. We discussed as if we were the government and the whole responsibility of the world was in our shoulders. Those days neither had social networks nor too many news channels. We solely depended over the newspaper. Vijay, Priya, Ishita and I had a habit of reading newspaper every morning and at the time of dinner. In Vijay’s colony, only his parents were bringing newspaper that was read by almost fifty people over Vijay’s street.

‘Within a month, result will come. I feel very nervous,’ I said one day being worried. ‘If I get low marks then?’

‘Why do you think about marks,’ he said casually. ‘It’s just a small exam. We don’t give the actual exam in an examination hall under the invigilation of the teachers. Rather life takes our true exam and declares the result as well. That result shows how good you are, how many true friends you make in your life, what you contribute to your society, how many people love you. Nobody remembers your marks; they only remember your work.’

‘But mark is also important for our career. It plays a vital role whenever we face an interview,’ I argued.

‘Nobody asks Amitabh Bachchan how much marks he had secured in the exam. Nobody has ever thought about Sachin Tendulkar’s marks when he got selected in the cricket team,’ said Vijay. ‘Leave all these great people. We always love the snacks of Raghunath, but we never asked him about his qualification and marks.’

I had a wide smile on my lips. Vijay was right. We used to visit Raghunath’s shop for his tasty snacks but never bothered to know about his qualifications. ‘Vijay, in case you fail in exam, then, what will you do?’

‘Then, I will reappear in the exam,’ said Vijay with a cold smile. The answer was simple but it had an inner meaning, for those who break down after facing one or two failures.

One day, our teacher questioned everyone about their idols. We all took some great legendary names as our idols. Some answered Sachin Tendulkar; some said Michael Jackson, and for some, it was Bill Gates or Steve jobs, for me, it was J R R Tolkien and Mahatma Gandhi, for Priya, it was Mother Teresa. But Vijay’s answer was different from others as always.

After the question was asked, he took his own time, stood up from his seat and looked little confused. ‘I have lots of idol in my life. First is Raghav, the man who gives newspaper in our house every day, every morning he delivers the newspaper by six o’clock, no matter whatever happens; winter or rain, everything is meaningless for him. He never fails to perform his duty. I want to be dedicated like him. Second is Harbinder, the milkman. Mom always asks me to buy milk from him because he sells pure milk without adding a drop of water; I want to be honest like him. I want people to believe me just like they have belief over Harbinder’s milk. I want to be like Ashis, a common man, who dedicated his whole life for orphan kids without any publicity,’ said Vijay excitedly. His word created a magic spell over the students and the teacher. He further continued, ‘I want to be a man like Salindra, who rushed an injured man, drenched in blood, to the hospital. Even though there were hundreds of people, but only Salindra could dare to take that man to the hospital. I always want to be brave like him.’

 Nobody clapped but Vijay’s words touched everybody’s heart. Even the teacher was impressed by his words. He was always like that. His thought was always different. His vision was unusual. He denied to compromise; he wanted a perfect society. He believed that such a stereotype system must be changed; he believed that one day this world would be changed. He was a kid with a different thought; he was a different kid.


First interview 

Hi friends, this part has taken from my book ‘ The revenge of Gandhi’s follower’ .The pre-order book is now available at Amazon. Com. It will publish on 7th July.

It was the first interview of Vijay for the job of an accountant. Priya prepared the resume the night before the interview. Everyone suggested him to clean shave and wear a formal outfit.

‘I always keep soft beard, then why will I have to clean shave?’ he rebuked. ‘I always wear jeans and t-shirt. Why will I wear a formal dress and a tie?’

‘It’s the formality and rule that you have to clean shave,’ his father told.

‘Girls like a boy in clean shave,’ her mother added.

He felt it was all rubbish. For him, only Priya’s liking mattered. Priya liked his rugged look a lot. ‘Mom, if a man can be a Prime Minister with beard, why can’t a man get a job with it?’ Vijay argued. He didn’t listen to anyone and went for the interview.

The interviewer looked at him from head to toe, holding Vijay’s resume in his hand. ‘So Mr. Vijay, tell me something about you?’ the interviewer asked.

Vijay couldn’t understand what to answer. He had no idea at all. He was never comfortable with the strangers. He needed time to make friends and feel comfortable. Actually, he was an introvert type of guy. ‘I’m Vijay,’ he said at last with his education qualification.

It was a very short description for the interviewer and he looked dissatisfied. ‘Do you have any experience?’ the interviewer asked him again.

‘No sir. I’m a fresher,’ he answered briefly.

‘But Vijay, we need an experienced person for this job,’ the interviewer shrugged, taking a pause. ‘If we’ll have any vacancies for the fresher, then we’ll inform you later. You may leave now.’

Vijay understood that he was rejected. He walked away, being disappointed, all alone in the road. He didn’t understand what he’d say to Priya who would be waiting for good news. Job was the ticket of marriage for them. He glared at the engagement ring, and he could imagine Priya’s face in it. At that very time, he got Priya’s call but didn’t have the courage to receive it.

Priya understood the situation and didn’t call him again. Instead, she waited for him to return. Vijay returned with a disappointed face in the evening, but nobody even asked him about the interview. Nobody wanted to hurt him.

‘They didn’t even ask me anything from my subject and rejected me,’ he said in a depressing voice. ‘They need an experienced guy. Without any chance how a person would get experience? They asked me to tell about myself; what could have I said about me to them? What would have they gained from my life?’

‘They didn’t want to know about your life. Rather they wanted to test your ability,’ Priya said. ‘They tried to judge you by your communication, English speaking ability, attitude, behavior, knowledge and others.’

‘But can they judge it? If they are so brilliant and can judge people within two minutes, then why are they doing job under someone else? Why they’re not an entrepreneur? Why don’t they start their own business? And why don’t they work for their dream?’ Vijay criticized.

Priya had nothing to say in defense. She too couldn’t understand that how anyone could reject a genius like Vijay. ‘Did the interviewers have no knowledge about genius people?’ thought Priya. The genius people were always different and often looked like an idiot. Majority of them are introvert too, who couldn’t express themselves easily because of communication barriers. But every genius has a vision. They have a different way of dealing with a situation. They can alter an organization’s future, and her Vijay was one of them. Someone said that gold could only be detected by a jeweler but in our country, idiots selected some idiots. They are born to obey orders of others. They had no vision and no fresh idea. Lots of geniuses are forced to work with those idiots in various idiotic atmospheres. Although they have vision and ideas, nobody is ready to hear them. Nobody wants to give freedom to them. A man, who has the ability to be the Managing Director of a company, is also forced to do a minor job in such idiotic environment.

‘But it’s not an easy task to work in an uncooperative atmosphere. Idiots need idiots with clean shave and tie. Good-English-speaking idiots, having minds without any vision and ideas. They need idiots who’ll be ready to sacrifice their life for a company and whom the company can throw out anytime. But those foolish people keep on saying proudly that they are doing job in a corporate house, as if they are the actual owners. Those idiotic interviewers require some unused brains, which they can keep unused for a longer period.’