Life is cosmic, unpredictable and complex. There is no doubt about it. It expounds every day, emanating from the very depths of this world. Similarly a person intensifies with the vastness of life. There are those moments when a person transforms from one state to another, a state of transition.
Actually these moments repeat themselves quite often. As a matter of fact a person transforms every other day. Life with its new experiences and vivid reality catalyzes this process.
But the actual treasure lies not in the transition but, in between transition. These are the golden moments, the moments envisaged by a peculiar part of our brain on account of experiences offered by life. This is the phase where one can discover his/her true self. It is pure. Mostly it happens during the night, when we are sleeping. People commonly refer to them as dreams. But all of us don’t dream, do we? So what about our phase of transition? When does it occur? Does it even occur or not?
Now dream is a little vague to describe this process. For dreams are nothing but fragments of our mind; flocculated thoughts, ideas and some unexplained phenomenon. It’s the conjunction of these elements that puts together a dream. So these elements are common to all but dreams aren’t.
The fact enclosed here is that each and every one of us undergoes this transition. Now most of us might not realize that. In any case, it happens, with or without our consent. And some of us, who realize its occurrence, try to make the most out of it. For this is the phase of absolute reality where nothing is veiled or hidden. This is the period where we can connect with our souls, with our true selves. It has its own purity and essence, unbiased and objective.
Some of us have even devised ways to control its occurrence. With utmost focus and relaxed mind, many of us can control & even extend its occurrence. People usually call it meditation; a state of trance. Now you might feel cheated & might question its occurrence. Because we all know about meditation, but not its purpose. You might question me as well. How am I so sure about it?
Well I have none but one answer to that question and I might not be able to speak for everyone but me. I don’t know with what method I have figured out a way to experience this transition but yes, I can experience it with all my senses. In fact I am experiencing it right now with every word I am writing. Confused a little? Don’t worry; you will learn it one day. For now I am experiencing the real beauty of life, not the reflection. For now I am face to face with my true self. For now I am writing, in between transition.
Name: Maya in search of tantric father
Author: Vipin Behari Goyal
Publisher: Frog Publication
Writing style: 2.5/5
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.
* Uniqueness of setting
* Writing style
* Tedious and dull at points.
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.