Rather hypocritical for a culture that worships sex as divine union. Really nobody cares. Jun 14, Saaida rated it liked it. Just like always, ended up hating men. Apr 24, Riju Ganguly rated it it was ok.
Although I HAVE read several books that can be classified as rather risque from all angles , this so-called erotica, failed to thrill me forget about titillation. It acts as a good book as long as you try to read it as a literary effort to describe honestly what goes inside the mind of a middle-aged, lonely, and abandoned man. No, I am not sympathising with the protagonist of this novel. But this book really didn't "work". Nov 11, Mehreen Shaikh rated it it was ok.
Basically everything I hate in a man. The last thing one needs to read is about a highly educated pervert talking about his ginormous penis. Jan 31, Mudit Malik rated it did not like it. Can't believe this piece of nonsense is written by Khushwant Singh.. Jul 21, Shreya Vaid rated it it was ok.
I got my reading habits from my mother, she loved to read at a time in her life. But then her family became a priority and she moved over books. I ignored her warning and experience in judging a good book and started reading it. Recently divorced, Mohan Kumar puts up an advertisement in all India dailies for applications to s I got my reading habits from my mother, she loved to read at a time in her life. Recently divorced, Mohan Kumar puts up an advertisement in all India dailies for applications to seek a live-in companion, for a mutually agreed time-duration.
Also, relationship status should be no-strings-attached on both sides and Rs10, will be paid monthly for expenses. Sounds weird? Dejected and lonely, he only wants the company of women to make his leftover life work.
As per him, at the end of the day all comes down to sexual satisfaction out of the relationship. First comes Saroj, an English professor from Rewari, in his life. And after that a long list of women. In the backdrop of the story, Mohan also mentions Jessica, a girl he dated in Princeton University and lost his virginity to her. Also, Dhanno, his Jamadaarni Sweeper who entertained him from time to time after divorce from his wife.
Honestly, the book has totally disappointed me. I have read Train to Pakistan and Delhi from the same author, and when I read this book, I was surprised to see the fall in quality of storytelling and imagination. Even the sex scenes were barren and boring. Like a straight fuck for free honestly. The image of Mohan has been portrayed like a man who is only living to satisfy his libido and nothing else. Even EL James has done a better job than this! And I am not saying this because of my feminist hormones, I am saying this as a reader who was expecting a lot better stuff out of Khushwant Singh.
When Mohan got married, his wife mistreated his father, his in-laws disrespected him and his wife spent most of the time nagging him only.
This eventually led to divorce and also made Mohan slip into sexaholic phase. But then the author has again mixed up a normal fight between husband and wife into sex-craving-maniac character. But apart from that, there is no special character that would register in your mind. The book could have been better with major story line editing and adding a little bit of human emotion rather than using barren sex scenes to objectify women.
Khsuhwant Singh may be wanted to write a memoir but instead turned it into a painful saga of flings. Dec 20, Praveen Kumar rated it really liked it Shelves: my-library. This book is the sexual fantasies of an octogenarian.
The book starts with the divorce of Mohan Kumar, a father of two,a millionaire in his early forties,with his wife. Since he was very active in his sex life, he could control his urge for the bodily needs. He advertised in the dailies for a suitable companion to live with him with no strings attached.
He started living with many women in his house, for short span of time, with each woman. He somewhat started to like each person who he had starte This book is the sexual fantasies of an octogenarian. He somewhat started to like each person who he had started to live with.
But after some time they could not continue their life because of one or more reasons and the woman had to leave him. He lived with more than five or six women. All were from different backgrounds and no one is related to any other. At the end of each saga, he was very much involved with woman as he asked them to write him after their departure. But no one had written to him and he would start the next affair afterwards. He lost his mother at his very early age and loved his,conservative Hindu, father very much.
He had studied in Princeton, USA. There in Princeton, he had innumerable sexual affairs with all kinds of women. They would argue on religions and our general attitudes towards each other country's people. The author was very crisp in his telling of religious concepts and their implications.
He returned to India hoping for a very good career ahead. His father married him off to a wealthy man's daughter in the Delhi Elite circle. He started his career in some export business and his business started flourishing within some months. He became one of the youngest millionaires in Delhi. But his family life started crumbling.
His wife always loathing him and his father. This made his father to leave their house and went to Haridwar near Ganges where he lived his rest of the life. Mohan would see his father once in every month on a full moon day. Deadlines How to apply Open House Webinars.
Military International. Career Accelerators. Opportunity Makers. Your Faculty. The house suddenly had far too many rooms, and the night too many hours. He was weary. He thought of his relations with his wife. It was what people described as a love-cum-arranged marriage.
But of course it was nothing of the sort. The day after he had returned from the States thirteen years ago with degrees in computers and business management, his proud father, a retired middle-level government servant with middle-class dreams for his only son, had gone round newspaper offices with his photographs and biodata. The next morning some national dailies carried Mohans picture in their matrimonial pages, with captions extolling his academic achievements. Enquiries from parents of unmarried girls followed.
He and his father were invited to tea, introduced to nubile girls, tempted with large dowries and offers of partnerships in business. Even after all these years Mohan was amazed at how easily he had allowed himself to be offered for sale, finally agreeing to marry Sonu.
He owned a couple of sugar mills and considerable real estate in Delhi. Mohan succumbed to the offer more to please his father than out of any wish to settle down with a wife. Sonu was passably fair, high-spirited and conventeducated.
Also a virgin eager to opt out of virginity. They had a lavish wedding and moved into a large furnished flat provided by her father.
Mohans father moved in with them. The honeymoon went well, as it usually does with newly married couples who desire little besides the freedom to discover and devour each other s bodies.
Their first child, a son, was conceived during those early days of amatory exploration. Differences in temperament began to surface soon afterwards. Sonu was quick-tempered, possessive and wanted attention all the time.
She was jealous, though she herself had no love to give him. And she began to resent his father s presence in their homeher home, for it was, after all, a gift from her father. Will your old man live with us all his life? He did not like her calling his father old man and told her so.
I married you, not both of you, she shot back. He realized soon enough that their living arrangements had to change. The garment export business he had started soon after returning from the States was bringing him good money, and he also had enough dollars saved up. Within two months of that unpleasant exchange with Sonu he was able to buy himself a bungalow with a garden in Maharani Bagh, an upper class neighbourhood of Delhi.
There was enough space in the new house, and Mohan thought Sonu and his father would be able to keep out of each other s way. But he was wrong. His father, sad and diminished, finally moved to Haridwar. This was not how Mohan had wanted it, but at least there might now be peace. He was relieved to be out of the premises provided by his father-in-law. In less than two years, Mohan had added semi-precious stones and leather goods to the list of items he exported.
His profits more than trebled, and soon he was part of the charmed circle of Delhis super rich. None of this improved his relationship with his wife. She was, he realized with some horror, a bitter woman, incapable of happiness and determined to make him unhappy. She had made up her mind to condemn him in everything he did. If he paid the slightest attention to another woman, she would call him a randy bastard. At first he thought they were going through a period of adjustment and hoped that relations would settle down to normal.
In the seventh year of their marriage, they had a daughter. But even this child did not bring them any closer. Quarrels became endemic. Hardly an evening passed without their going for each other, leaving them both utterly exhausted. For many days following a spat they would barely exchange a word. Then bodily compulsions would resolve the dispute. They would have sex, usually loveless sex, and resume talking to each other.
Only for a few days. One evening remained etched in his memory. She overheard him talking to one of his women friends on the phone. She accused him of having a liaison with that whore. She called him a lecher. He lost his temper and slapped her across the face. For a while she was stunned into silence, then hissed, You dared to hit me. Ill teach you a lesson youll never forget. And then she walked out of the house. An hour later she was back with her cousin, an inspector of police, and two constables.
Mohan was taken to the police station like a common criminal. His statement was recorded. A couple of hours later the inspector drove him back home. It had cost Mohan Rs to get the inspector to record that it was a ghareloo maamlaa domestic affairand rafaa dafaa the complaint in the police file. That time Sonu had stayed with her parents for over a month. Mohan thought over the relationships he had had with various women before he married Sonu. Most were with Americans or Europeansand one Pakistani.
They were not meant to be enduring; no strings attached. Great fun while they lasted. He felt they were better than being caught in the vice of one demanding woman who deprived him of the company of others. All said and done, a man or a woman had only one life to live; neither should waste the best years of their lives with someone with whom they had little to share besides occasional, loveless sex. It would be a relief for them both to.
The only ones to be hurt were the children, but even they would do better in a peaceful home run by a single parent than one where the parents were always bickering with each other. They would grow up and understand why the divorce was good for everyone concerned. Mohan was not given to introspection.
But his stormy marriage had made him an amateur philosopher of marriage and love. Marriages, he concluded, are not made in heaven; they are made on earth by earthlings for earthly reasons. The first priority is money: it may be property, a profitable business or a well-paid job. The couple concerned fall into line without bothering to find out whether or not the person they are committing themselves to will make a good lifelong companion.
At the time they are asked to give their consent they are adolescents: their sex urges are of explosive dimensions, and they are eagerly looking forward to exploring each other s bodies. So pass the first few months. In that time the bride of yesterday finds she is pregnant. Then the sex urge begins to abate. Even if they use contraceptives, sex-when-you-want-it begins to lose its urgency.
It becomes a routine affair. People they had ignored during their frenetic physical involvement with each other start becoming subjects of sexual fantasies. No matter how close and intimately involved a married couple may be, the possibility of a pleasant diversion in an adulterous relationship is never far from their minds. When an opportunity guaranteeing secrecy presents itself, they succumb to it.
Occasional adultery, Mohan was convinced, did not destroy a marriage; quite often it proved to be a cementing factor, as in cases where the husband could not give his wife as much sex as she needed, or where the wife was frigid. It was silly to condemn adultery as sinful; it often saved marriages from collapsing.
It could have saved his. What bothered Mohan most was the gossip in his large circle of friends. Most of them knew that his marriage was not going smoothly. He had often suffered snide remarks at the club bar when he had gone there alone. Hows Sonu? Is she not in town? He knew what she was driving at, and hit back savagely: And how are your husband and your boyfriend getting along? That would silence her. And her types.
He knew that not one of his circle was really happy in his or her marriage. They just got along. And grumbled. Not one of them had the courage to call it off.
To hell with the bloody lot! He could feel his temples throb with anger. Mohan continued sitting in the balcony till well after sunset. His servant switched on the lights in the sitting room and laid out his whisky, glass, soda, and ice bucket. Mohan was reluctant to go into the empty house without the children shouting to each other and his sullen wife pottering about.
He smoked his cigar till there was little left of it and tossed the stub into the garden where the crickets chirred monotonously. He dragged his feet to his silent sitting room and switched on the TV to listen to the news. He poured himself a large Scotch in his favourite cut-glass tumbler and sat facing the screen.
His eyes registered the images on the box; his ears did not take in what was being said. He helped himself to a second and then a third drink. He fiddled with the remote control, tried one channel after another: song and dance, quiz contests, cheetah overtaking a gazelle, politicians lying brazenly and abusing each other, film starlets flirting with fat heroes, and children singing patriotic songs.
Nothing held his attention. He poured himself a fourth Scotchhe rarely drank more than three. He felt somewhat drunk. He ordered the bearer to leave his dinner on the table and gave him.
He drew a chair in front of him and stretched his legs on it. He dozed off in his armchair without switching off the TV or the room lights. In the early hours of the morning a stiffness in his neck woke him up. He switched off the TV and the house lights.
He left his dinner untouched and staggered into bed. He fell asleep with his face buried in his pillow. The next morning Mohan resolved to come to terms with his new situation. He had enough going for him in life: his company brought him over twenty lakhs every month; he had the looks and the sophistication to charm women; he was a member of three elite Clubsthe Delhi Golf Club, the Gymkhana Club, and the India International Centre. All he lacked was a woman to keep him company and share his bed without being over- possessive or demanding.
He was determined to have as little to do with Sonu as he could and yet be able to keep contact with his children. He knew that he could not do without a woman companion for too long. Having affairs with friends wives was not what he was looking for. Nor unmarried girls, because they would expect matrimony to followwhich ruled out young widows as well.
What he hoped to find was a woman about his own age, early forties or a little younger, sophisticated and willing to stay with him for a few weeks or months.
He could afford to provide for her: a chauffeur-driven car, money for shopping, the comforts of his home, clubs, cinemas, and restaurants. What more could any woman want? It was not whoring, it was not concubinage; it was respectable companionship with sex thrown in. How and where would he find takers for what he was willing to offer?
He found nothing close to what he was looking for. The matrimonials were caste-obsessed, fair-skin-obsessed, money-obsessed and, with the exception of widows and divorcees, virginity-obsessed. And they were all, of course, matrimony-obsessed. It occurred to him that he should insert an advertisement spelling out his needs. It might not fit the parameters of the matrimonial columns and might be turned down by the advertisement departments, but there was no harm in trying. Some paper might accept it for the money it brought.
One morning, less than a month after his wife left him, Mohan got down to drafting his ad: Forty-year-old product of an Ivy League College USA living separately from his wife and two children. Divorce petition filed. Seeks a live-in companion for a mutually agreed time-duration.
Willing to pay air fare to Delhi and back and Rs 10, per month for expenses. Free board and lodging in comfortable home with three servants and chauffeur-driven car. Religion no bar. Relationship to be without strings attached on either side. If interested, enclose photograph and biodata.
Correspond box no.. He went over the draft a couple of times and counted the number of words to calculate what each insertion might cost. It came to a tidy sum with The Hindustan Times, which was the most expensive, but he did not expect any readers of that newspaper to respond. The Times of India had a larger circulation with readers spread all over the country and its advertisement rates were lower. So also The Indian Express. He ruled out The Hindu for the same reasons he ruled out The Hindustan Times: rates too high, readership too conservative.
He decided to start with the two all-India dailies. Mohan went to the office at the usual time: 9 a. He was known to be punctual and expected every one of his staff of twelve clerks and accountants to be at their desks when he arrived.
He had no doubt that the gossip about his broken marriage would soon reach their ears, if it hadnt already. But no one would dare to bring up his personal affairs in the office. He paid his staff higher wages than other firms. They were happy with him. He made out a cheque to himself and asked his plump middle-aged secretary, Vimla Sharma, to get it encashed. He looked through the mail-orders received from Germany, USA and Russia and sent his agents to the tailoring firms.
He went over the previous days accounts and examined the goods ready for dispatch. Everything was in order. By 11 a. The canteen bearer brought him his mid-morning cup of coffee. Khushwant Singh. Recently separated from his nagging, ill-tempered wife of thirteen years, millionaire businessman Mohan Kumar decides to reinvent his life. Try pdfdrive:hope to request a book. We use this information to create a better experience for all users. Please review the types of cookies we use below.
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