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Gandhi's book

The Story of My Experiments with Truth, An Autobiography The Story of My Experiments with Truth, An Autobiography by Mahatma Gandhi
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Finished it a few moments ago. The reading was quite an adventure and moreover an enlightening experience.
Almost all the book is filled with the chapters talking about the Truth. The Ahinsa, as Gandhiji so vividly explains, is so intermingled with Truth that both can be seen to be overspread in the vast canvas of the Gandhiji's Life although as he himself has many a times said that his life is but the a coagulation of his multitudous experiments in Truth. He is seen to so irrevocably administer the golden mantra of Ahinsa in his being.

His was a life seldom witnessed in our rather self-occupied world. With his wisdom, his thoughts, his actions and moreover his teachings with his own example led the vast landscape of India and its people to their freedom.

Such a legend's (autobiographical) book laying down in detail his various experiments in truth and giving a fantastic look into his divine principles, doesn't requires an Introduction or a review (Which a fellow countrymen like who is forever in depth of this saintly soul for the freedom that today I so illustriously enjoy and rather spoilt, is sure to ruin if at all he dares to do it).

All in all, This legendary book is certainly a must read for every one of my countrymen and surely its worth a try if you are not from here.

A personal vote of advice that I would like to give all those innocent readers who because of their ignorance of the subject have/had picked this book up to get into the life of the Mahatma to please abondon the pursuit and thus in doing so pardon the book ridicule. I would suggest to all of you to refer to Louis Fischer's - The Life of Mahatma Gandhi, which is one of the best Biography ever written of Gandhiji.

I would also like them who have already read this wonderful book to do read all the other book by Gandhi ji if you, like me, are mesmerised by his personality.
Further, one of Gandhi ji's most beloved book Unto This Last by John Ruskin is also worth a try.

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