Who bought that monks Ferrari?

Yeah yeah...its old news that the monk sold his ferrari. Its older news that this book traces the transition of a lawyer from materialism to spiritualism.However, i would like to know how many people actually believed in that garbled garbage (trust me! I am being very polite) which turned out to be an international bestseller.How many got inspired by it? How many turned towards a spiritually satisfied living?

I don't blame the book for being preachy.Rather, I blame it for its apparent shallowness.Here is a lawyer who has returned with a fresh lease of life ingested into his system.He sees the world through the eyes of some distant yogi residing in the Himalayas.The yogi himself is nothing short of a Tamil film hero who can shoot arrows better than William Tell and bathe in water several, and i mean several, degrees lower than room temperature.

It is always easier to be the preacher and the teacher.Seriously, the last thing I need is an idealistic monk telling me to finish my daily meal, brush regularly , breathe in and out and all those idealistic and spiritual jargon that you did find in your grade 2 moral science book.The Guru: living a secluded life , being the "wiseguy" , oozing an aura of calmness to substantiate his own character: these are nothing but mere feeble attempts at creating a blown up image of an impossible character.Not only is it hard to relate to the character but it also hard to comprehend the speech and preachings which have reached a new level of reconditeness.

I am not going to waste any more time chastising this book.I will end with the following message.

1)I heard it was an international bestseller.

2)I read it but didn't believe in it.

3)And, I still dont believe in it.

Period.

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Unknown said…
where u that jobless to read it without wanting to utilise it in any manner, u would rather read a boring, monolith, tome of a book ....Fountainheador Atlas shrugged and even more meaningless stuff like life of omega...or something.
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