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PENGUIN ANANDA

THE FAKIR

A devotee of Sai Baba of Shirdi, Ruzbeh N. Bharucha is one of the most influential spiritual writers of our times. He is the author of nineteen books, including the bestselling Fakir trilogy, which has been translated into several languages.

In 2014, Rabda: My Sigh . . . My Sai, published by Penguin Random House India, was an instant bestseller.

A former journalist, Ruzbeh is also a documentary film-maker. His documentary Sehat . . . Wings of Freedom, on AIDS and HIV in Tihar Jail, was screened at the XVII International AIDS Conference in 2008. His collaboration with Zambhala—India’s yoga, music and life spirit festival, the first of its kind—gave birth to a series of powerful videos called ‘Ramblings with Ruzbeh Bharucha’.

His articles have been published in the Times of India, Free Press Journal, Indian Express, Maharashtra Herald, Sunday Observer, Jam-e-Jamshed and Afternoon.

His book My God Is a Juvenile Delinquent has been included in the reading list of all judicial academies in India. Ruzbeh is the 110th Master for the ‘Speaking Tree’, where he writes immensely popular blogs on spirituality.

ICE with Very Unusual Spirits, a bestseller published by Penguin Random House India in 2017, is still on Amazon’s ‘Best Reads’ list.

His Facebook page has reached out to thousands in a very short span of time. The daily affirmations and messages are a source of inspiration to many.

You can reach him here:

Email ID: [email protected]

Twitter: @ruzbehnbharucha

Also by The Author in Penguin Ananda

Dancing with Swans

ICE with Very Unusual Spirits

Conversations with Dada Vaswani

The Musk Syndrome

The Perfect Ones

Rabda: My Sigh . . . My Sai

THE FAKIR

BABA WINCED AS He sipped the tea made by Rudra.

‘I, The Fakir, the very God to countless of my children, who can perform miracles that make the very heavens sigh with wonder, have failed miserably in teaching you how to make a respectable cup of tea. What a tragedy!’ He took another sip and sighed. There was a twinkle of a smile in His Divine eyes.

‘You too seem to have failed rather spectacularly where your attempts at humour are concerned, oh Lord and Master of the Universe,’ Rudra said as he prepared the chillum for Baba. He took a few drags to strengthen the fire element and then passed the chillum to Him.

Baba took a deep puff, inhaled and sighed again.

‘But there are not many in this entire universe who can prepare a chillum like you, Rudra-ji.’

‘I am so humbled that if my very toes could weep they would weep now, Baba.’