From Where I See… By Ajay Yadav – Book Review

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Title : From Where I See
Author : Ajay Yadav
Pages : 401
Publisher : Lifi Publication
Genre : Fiction/Religious

Rating :

Cover : 3/5
Blurb : 3/5
Plot : 4/5
Story-line : 4/5
Writing Style : 4.5/5
Presentation : 4/5
Overall : 4/5

Overview :

Ajay meets his childhood friend Shruti on a social network site. He finds her to be struggling with intrapersonal, interpersonal, inter-social and inter-religious conflicts. Eventually the conflicts killed her. Police could solve the case but will it prevent hundreds of Shrutis from getting killed? How long will we aim ‘who’ killed, more important is to find out ‘what’ killed. Till we don’t address this issue and work on it, many Shrutis will keep on getting killed. We need to cure the disease not only the symptoms.
This book is an effort of the author to find the root cause and probable remedies of these conflicts, exploration of hundreds of pertinent questions like “why in one religion it becomes so easy to get volunteers to blow themselves and others for the sake of religion? Does the religion divides or unites? What precipitates extramarital affairs? Does the immature and wrong interpretation of female emancipation the reason for 13 times rise in divorce rates in last 5 years?
It’s not only a book; it’s the path to revolution, it’s a journey towards utopian world. Accepting truth and hypocrisy is the toughest job on this earth. If you feel that you are open minded, have courage to accept truth and have a desire to change the world then be the part of change. Let’s take our first step to build a road to the utopian world.

Beauty :

  • Writing Style.
  • Presentation.
  • Ideas and thoughts that are portrayed in the book.
  • Knowledgeable Content.

Beast :

  • This book is not for everyone.

Review :

There’s a quote by Sir Francis Bacon that “Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.” This particular book by Dr. Ajay Yadav falls in last category of them all. But there’s a caution statement as well that is associated with this book. For some people, this book could create digestion problem too.

From Where I See is definitely a different book. It can’t be categorized in any one of the genre we basically are aware of. It starts with the protagonist, Dr. Ajay himself, being questioned on the death of his friend which seems to be a suicide but being suspected as a murder. The book kicks off as a murder mystery but soon changes the whole spectrum in an instant. Author talks about the society where we are trying to merge ourselves without having any idea of what we are actually doing. Author talks about the ideas and thoughts, about different aspects of life and notions prevailing around us; bribery, religion, history, blindly following of leaders and many other topics.

Reading this book is like having a chat with someone having knowledge about the topic being discussed. The person wants and knows how to convey his thoughts and in the process of delivering his ideas, he is also helping you to have the knowledge about the subject as well.

So the problem arises because of its uniqueness. Every unique thing comes with a cautious statement that it may or may not suit you. The same is with this book. After finishing the book, only two kinds of thoughts can stay in your mind. Either you’ll love this book or you’ll hate it from the core of your heart. There’s no mid option. But as this is my review over the book, I’ll say that I was hooked from the page one and stayed with the story till its end. I loved the sudden transition as I was not expecting it. The book is truly debatable and may fall in lots of controversy because of its bold content and ideas about different things. But I must appreciate the author for writing them all.

In the end, I would like to say that, if you truly believe in literature and wants to appreciate the different approach of writing and bold attempts of Indian authors, do buy the book and comment over it. Debate as much as you can because the solution lies in talking not in being mute.


Maya in search of tantric father…by Vipin Behari Goyal

Name: Maya in search of tantric father
Author: Vipin Behari Goyal
Publisher: Frog Publication
Genre: Fiction

Story: 4/5
Cover: 1/5
Writing style: 2.5/5
Dialogues: 2/5
Theme: 3.5/5
Overall: 2.6/5

About the book:
‘Maya in search of tantric father’ is a story of a young American girl who is in search of her biological father in India. She got to know about him by her late mother’s diary. Being a determined girl she travelled to many holy places of India and faced several difficulties. She met with some people in this journey and was backed up with some mysterious powers to fetch her out from the danger whenever needed.

* Character
* Uniqueness of setting

Writing style
* Dialogues
* Tedious and dull at points.

Abhishek’s review:
This book came out as a surprise to me. When this book was delivered to me there was no anticipation whatsoever. After scrutinizing cover and blurb I was disappointed. But as they say never judge a book from its cover. This again proves its expediency in this case also. ‘Maya in search of a tantric father’ is beautiful exhibition of Indian culture, a culture which is of age of sun, which is diverse like different sizes of shankha in sea. Author depicts the spirituality of this country beautifully by the eye of Maya. Genre like spirituality which is so rare in Indian market will be relieved after backed up by books like Maya….

Story was undoubtedly superb. A brilliant piece of work and then showered with the cultural ride. I wish this book would have supported by a bit more gripping writing style. Writing is so simple and straightforward that, at places, even the biggest turns of story passed like slippery jelly ball into the throat without even feeling it. The theme of the book was not matching with the writing style at all. Due to weak writing and dialogues sometimes reader may lose his interest. But to them it’s my humble request is that please give it a read it’s worth to read.




Before I could begin, I would like to share what inspired me to write this post. I recently read a small excerpt about an autistic child who amazed the teachers by his assignment. Students were told to alphabetically arrange few stated words in the answer box. The kid perceived the statement in a way that he arranged each of the alphabets in each word, in alphabetical order, thus intriguing the invigilators to search for an answer which could beat his imagination. And In fact, he was the only one to get an A in the class.

This read intrigued my thinking to learn the fact that Perceptions and acting upon them can impact the way we look upon the journey of life.

Doesn’t perception play a significant role in our lives? Doesn’t it outline our outlook towards it and define our personality? Well, the answer to these questions too depends in the way we perceive them.

Life presents us with obstacles at every step, but it depends on how we recognize it- whether, we take it as a hindrance of failure or a window to success. All of us have a thing in common- Life and its value can be determined by our perception. Just like how an assignment was identified in different ways and affected its execution, to result in varied answers, our life too can be worthwhile if we see our problems as opportunities. This way, we not only influence a positive environment in our life, but propagate the message across many lives.

An optimistic outlook and the zeal to perceive life positively will make one to search contentment in dark sunsets, find happiness enclosed within tears and feel the rays of hope trapped within the cages of depression.

To perceive mirth is
to catch the wings of glee perched
upon the stalks of sadness.




© Copyright 2009 Corbis Corporation4 days before……………


I wandered everywhere like a beggar. I told my story to everyone I knew but I was only able to collect 10 lakh rupees. I had no idea that from where to collect the remaining money. I was thinking about all this when doctor called me again:

“Mr. Sharma, I am sorry but now there is no hope. Her body is rejecting everything given to her and her liver is rejecting other body parts too. I am sorry but this is your daughter’s last stage.”

I was trying to catch the sand in my fist but as everyone know that it is impossible, in the same way my daughter’s survival was also impossible. I told it to my wife but she couldn’t stop her. She is mother, she can express her feeling but the boundation is with father, he is expected to control full family and before that he has to control himself.

Somewhere still in my heart there was hope. Hope of a miracle. But the most difficult time was near, I had to inform about all this to my son who had no idea what was going to happen with her sister, with her best friend. I had no courage of this so I gave this job to my wife. She told her to pray for her sister. The message was clear and loud to him that his sister is in danger. Prayers started everywhere. Everyone was waiting that someday a miracle will happen. But all the prayers resulted in vain. Doctor reported me of her death.

The first person I called was my wife. I said nothing; I just cried and put the phone down.



I knew he would never say, “Papa, I am hungry”, but he had no control on his body. He was getting weaker day by day. That was the worst sight for me. My son was dying of hunger and I could do nothing. I searched my pocket for 1000th time now, but reality didn’t change, I had no money and if I wasted any more time, my son will die, I knew that.

I stood up, and left to seek kindness from world. I begged, searched job, did everything to earn but no one helped me. The only thing which I got was rudeness and abuses. My world was dying and my body was leaving trust of everyone, even my senses. I was like dead man walking on road.

Haven’t I done anything good in my whole life? Why I am being tortured by god? Why me? The person, who should ignite me on my last journey to god, is himself struggling on this path called life. I was cursing god for that.

‘What’s that?’ suddenly I heard a horn of truck and instantly after that I felt blank……

‘No I can’t die now….. NOOOO!!!’ I saw my body on the middle of the road, strained fully in blood and crowd started to grow in the vicinity.

“Destiny is prewritten my son, you can’t change it.” I heard someone behind me. I turned; a strong flash of light made me struggle to open my eyes.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“You know me.” I could see him now. He had that charm in his eyes which will make you forget everything other than praise him. He was the almighty.

“Why?” I had lot of question but I don’t know why I asked only this.

“Come with me.”

I was in a room now, it looked familiar but I can’t recognize where I was. The almighty changed his appearance and moved forward with a plate full of food. I followed him. My son was there lying on the bed, starving. Almighty wake my son up and feed him food through his blessed hands. I was crying in happiness. Then god said something in the ear of my son. He looked towards me as if he could see me. Then god came to me and said, “Wave your last goodbye to your son.”

I waved and then god took me with him away from this world……



I inhaled it once again, closed my eyes, felt the air inside and exhaled the cloud of white dense heaven. It went up, and up and then disappeared like it never existed.

I looked down and thought, ‘This is heaven, between my fingers, slowly burning its own soul to give pleasure to its owner, sacrifice. Heaven in just 10 bucks!’ I smiled and took in the air through it again.

They call it poison, they call it death, but they don’t know that to reach heaven, death is the ticket.

Once more I took in the breath of this magic stick, enjoyed it and let it be enjoyed by my every organ inside and then let it out. That cloud of mine was inhaled by the air nearby as fast as I could through it from my mouth. Air enjoyed the pleasure which I was enjoying. Air was thirsty for more but I let it wait for it. I know why air was doing so because it also wanted to forget. Forget the bad memories; forget the loved ones…….

My parents feels that I have wasted my life, my time, my grades and more importantly their money, their ‘hard’ earned money in these cigarettes. My girlfriend left me alone with my cigarettes because she felt I loved them more than her. Bitch. My parents arranged my marriage with someone whom I don’t even know. They wanted just to release the load off their shoulders. They won.

I don’t know from where, my life again flourished. I smiled! After a long period I sensed my lips curling. My angel came, my little sweet daughter. I was so busy with her that I even forgot my heaven.

I puffed again to hide my tears behind my red eyes. As I told you earlier that heaven can’t be reached without being dead. I was dead again because my angel died. Doctors, the savior, says that her lungs got swallowed because of the foul smell of cigarettes.

I threw back the air of heaven, no, this can’t be a heaven, this is hell but I am used to this hell and I deserve this hell. My cloud disappears in the air like it never existed. Oh god! Why these memories disappear just like they never existed.

All I could do was to cry and finish the packets of cigarettes………………