BOOK REVIEW OF- My True Angel   By- Irshad Thalakala

Product details

· Format: Kindle Edition

· File Size: 1460 KB

· Print Length: 216 pages

· Sold by: Amazon Asia-Pacific Holdings Private Limited

· Language: English

· ASIN: B079JR2MNM

THE PLOT IN BRIEF-

This is a sweet tale of finding true love. Iqbal, who works in IT company meets a beautiful girl Rubina. Iqbal falls in love with her, but Rubina does not reciprocate the same. Whether any mystery behind this girl Rubina or the destiny is waiting for something else?

THE TITLE-

The title itself develops the backdrop of the plot. The title gives us a very different perspective of Love. Love is a form of energy, and similar to all forms of energy, it is both essential for life and dangerous. Love can enrich a person’s life or destroy a person’s world. Love is a catalytic agent of change because it makes us dare to become the best person that we can be. Falling in love for the first time drives a person to the cusp of madness, while the bitter aftermath of a love lost irrevocably alters the positive and negative aspects of a person’s character. Withstanding rejection by a lover, we discover within us those ingredients that we will need in order to find our life mate and complete ourselves as man and woman.

But why the word “Angel” all of a sudden? As Shakespeare had once said “Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.” Drawing an analogy from the same, when angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts. Though no one notices at the time, in-loveness obliterates the humanity of the beloved. One does a curious kind of insult to another by falling in love with him, for we are really looking at our own projection of God, not at the other person. If two people are in love, they tread on star dust for a time and live happily ever after—that is so long as this experience of divinity has obliterated time for them. Only when they come down to earth do they have to look at each other realistically and only then does the possibility of mature love exist. If one person is in love and the other not, the cooler one is likely to say, “We would have something better between us if you would look at me rather than at your image of me.

I felt the title was apt and concordant with the plot.

REVIEW OF THE BOOK-

Yes, although the central theme is Love, the plot revolves around several other minor plots. Perfection was one of theme which was metaphoric in the plot. We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavours of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: it’s got to be the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have. We have to find that special person who is wrong for us in just the right way.

The Characterization of Iqbal and Rubina was very fine tuned. I really loved the how the plot progressed. When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on–series polygamy–until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfilment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.

But the story takes a turn when Rubina do not reciprocates the love for Iqbal. Relationships are mysterious. We doubt the positive qualities in others, seldom the negative. You will say to your partner: do you really love me? Are you sure you love me? You will ask this a dozen times and drive the person nuts. But you never ask: are you really mad at me? Are you sure you’re angry? When someone is angry, you don’t doubt it for a moment. Yet the reverse should be true. We should doubt the negative in life, and have faith in the positive. We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken. We must also remember that at every meeting we are meeting a stranger.

Another metaphorical aspect which the plot touches upon is Dreaming. Dreams, always dreams! and the more ambitious and delicate is the soul, the more its dreams bear it away from possibility. Each man carries in himself his dose of natural opium, incessantly secreted and renewed. From birth to death, how many hours can we count that are filled by positive enjoyment, by successful and decisive action? Shall we ever live, shall we ever pass into this picture which my soul has painted, this picture which resembles you? These treasures, this furniture, this luxury, this order, these perfumes, these miraculous flowers, they are you. Still you, these mighty rivers and these calm canals! These enormous ships that ride upon them, freighted with wealth, whence the monotonous songs of their handling rise: these are my thoughts that sleep or that roll upon your breast. You lead them softly towards that sea which is the Infinite; ever reflecting the depths of heaven in the limpidity of your fair soul; and when, tired by the ocean’s swell and gorged with the treasures of the East, they return to their port of departure, these are still my thoughts enriched which return from the Infinite – towards you.

But what happens to Rubina? What is the secret behind their Love story? What is the Mystery? Will love ultimately find a way?

There are hundreds of miracles within a single machine. Americans calmly explain these with mathematical formulas. Our difficulty is to learn, theirs to appreciate. We, even the most intelligent of us, still count on our fingers and toes. But once we do learn, we shall surpass the Americano, because we understand the spiritual significance of a machine. We see the beauty of combining gas, grease and steel into a powerful, exact movement. We appreciate the material destiny of the universe.

Do order the book fromhttps://www.amazon.in/My-True-Angel-Irshad-Thalakala/dp/B0792371P9

YOU SHOULD READ THIS BECAUSE

1. THE BEAUTIFUL AMALGAMATION OF MYSTERY WITH LOVE.

2. THE EMOTIONS DESCRIBED THROUGHOUT THE PLOT.

3. THE FEELING OF-“For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you”

RATINGS-

Overall I would like to rate the book 43 on a scale of 50.

4 stars out of 5

1. Originality of the plot and sub plots- 8/10

2. Net emotions in the story- 8/10

3. Usage of words and phrases-8/10

4. The title, cover and the illustration-10/10

5. The net impact on the readers- 9/10

Reviewed by-

Sayan Basak

Kolkata

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