My ebook “Mantras for love sex and relationships” free this weekend (Friday through Monday – Dec 20th through Dec 23rd, 2013)!

This weekend (Dec 20th through Dec 23rd, 2013) my ebook “Mantras for Love Sex and Relationships” will be free on Here is the link to the book on

Mantras for Love Sex and Relationships


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My two new Mantras books on using the Law of Attraction will be FREE on this weekend (April 13-14, 2013)!

Beginning Saturday and through Sunday the two new books I recently published will be FREE on! The first is titled “Mystical Mantras. Magical Results.” Second one is a subset for the former and is titled “Mantras for Jobs and Career Success.” 

Both books list techniques deciphered from the ancient Indian Vedas and Upanishads, written as back as in the first millennium BC,  on how to practice the law of attraction using simple single syllable mantras. If you have tried practicing the Law of Attraction and failed then these two books are a good read for you.

The problem with practicing the Law of Attraction as detailed in the popular book “The Secret” is that there is no clear technique to implant a wish from the conscious mind into the subconscious mind. As you know The Secret says your wish is granted only if it is implaned in your subconscious mind. Since it is not verifiable you really don’t know if you are using the Law of Attraction correctly. If you get your wish you assume that you must have succeeded and if not you think you did not practice the law properly. This sort of a hit and miss make many give up trying to use the Law of Attraction. 

Fortunately with the Indian mantras there is no doubt that they are working because you can feel the effect of the electromagnetic energy fields that the recitation of these mantras create in your body. Read the books to discover how it is done.

Remember, they are FREE only this weekend!





Here is the back cover text from “Mystical Mantras. Magical Results”. 

The Law of Attraction states that “Like attracts like” and is used to communicate with the cosmic force to get whatever you want in life. However, Law of Attraction as it is taught requires you to unite both the conscious and subconscious parts of your mind to communicate with the cosmic force. This is very difficult and impossible to many. There is another way. In my research of the ancient Indian scriptures known as the Vedas and the Upanishads, I found simple single syllable Sanskrit sounds (mantras) used by great Indian yogis, gurus and warriors to communicate with the cosmic force to obtain incredible powers to use in everyday life. Vedas state that the cosmic force purposefully created these sounds at the time of the creation of the universe and is always actively listening and responding to these sounds. Latest scientific experiments have shown that the very first sounds heard in the universe could very well have been these sounds. In this book I detail vastly simplified techniques that take only a few seconds a day where these mystical mantras are used to communicate with the cosmic force and get whatever it is you want in life. Specific techniques cover jobs, promotions, career success, happy relationships, great health, wealth, and abundant prosperity. Read, enjoy, practice and prosper! 


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America, the new third world?

I landed in India and it took me a grand total of 15 minutes to go through Indian immigration (I am an American citizen). The customs officer waved me and many others right on and cheerfully yelled “Welcome to India!” The new Bangalore international airport was ultra modern and fancy. In some ways it looked better than many American airports. Everything was maintained, sparkling clean, kept up to date. The luggage had arrived on time, everything was speedy fast, and I had spent just under 30 minutes and was out of the airport after a long international flight!

I remember the India from about 20 years back. That visit had been horrendous. Immigration lines were incredibly long. I was harassed at customs who clearly hinted to me that a bribe would get through the line at a faster pace. I stood for an hour at the customs while the customs officer rummaged through my luggage, made a mess, and then wanted me to pack up and be off his face in just a few seconds. I was disgusted by the entire incident.

The new India that I landed in during my recent visit was a vibrant India full of hope, optimism and opportunities. The city of Bangalore looked like an international city with fancy buildings and structures bearing the names of Google, Microsoft, HP and plethora of European companies. Everywhere I could see there was construction going on for new buildings, new flats, new gated communities that looked like communities in the American suburb and a metro rail system work-in-progress that connected different parts of the city. Almost every person I spoke to spoke of multiple opportunities for success and advancement they had at hand. Back in America almost every conversation invariably turned to the poor state of the economy, joblessness, lack of opportunities, destruction of manufacturing base, outsourcing and severe cutbacks in government services. Then irony was that while China and India were investing in infrastructure and education, America was cutting back these in the name of a large deficit. Day by day I felt we were falling behind.

Nothing prepared me for the scene I encountered when I landed in LAX (Los Angeles International Airport). The immigration line was an hour long. The customs line was so big that it wound over four times around a series of luggage carousels. No one had any clue where the line ended and people were screaming at each other for line breaking. After well over an hour I came across a customs officer who would either point me to the left for yet another line where a cadre of customs officers would search through your luggage for items on which they can collect duty or wave you to the right which meant an exit from the airport. The customs office looked at me and began an interrogation.

“What do you have in that luggage? Surely, you must have brought gold jewelry back from India? Oh, come on! Everybody buys jewelry in India!” he said with a sarcastic smile on his face.

“No. I have no bought any gold jewelry back. There is very little of value in my luggage. Most of the things I have brought back are small trinkets not worth a whole lot.” I replied.

“Oh, come on!” the customs officer waved his hands at me in disbelief. “Surely, you must have brought back a lot of things! Tell me and save me the hassle, what all have you brought back?” He looked almost ready to wave me through to the line on the left where a secondary check was being performed on the baggage of several passengers. I saw items spread over tables and a cashier booth in the back where personnel stood ready to collect import duty. The whole scene was a stark reminder to me of the India from 20 years back where an unaccountable government extended very little respect to its citizens or visitors. I could not but feel that our services had degraded to the point where they were coming close to third world standards whereas the third world now looked ready to leap past America.

 I looked wearily at the customs officer and simply shrugged my shoulders. I was disappointed at the system. I could care less if they opened my luggage because they were simply wasting their time. The customs officer looked at me for a minute.

“All right, go!” he said as he waved me to the exit door. Behind me was a long line of hundreds of passengers that stood just like that long line of weary people I had seen when I had landed in Bombay, India over 20 years back. I felt sad as I left the airport. If this was the way things were going in America today I shuddered to think what it would be like in another twenty years!

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Why Indians need to come to America to buy things made in India

I visited India just like a week back and my Mom offered to take me to the Mantri Mall, India’s newest mall and supposedly one of Asia’s largest, so that I can shop for Indian things. That is not a hard target. I have had challenges shopping for “Made in USA” things when I make trips to India so I can give gifts to people. I mean, most of the stuff sold in America today comes from India or China or Philippines and what have you. It would make no sense to take gifts that were made in India to buy in America so that I can take it back to India and give them to Indians. You see my dilemma here? However, there would be no issue buying Indian things in India. This should be an easy shopping trip I thought.

So we go to the Mantri mall and my Mom said where do you want to shop? I looked around. There was a Tommy Hilfiger store, a Van Heusen outlet, a Sunglass Hut and what have you and I pinched myself to make sure I was not at the Fashion Square mall in Scottsdale, Arizona. Nope, the pinch hurt and I was in Bangalore, India.

“This doesn’t make any sense!” I told my Mom. “I mean, these are American brands. Why would I buy an American brand in India and take it back to America? I can buy Tommy Hilfiger and Ralph Lauren in America!”

My Mom looked puzzled. “Son, all these things are made in India. They may be American brands but the merchandize is made in India. Everybody here wears those clothes. They have the best selection!”

Since I appeared to have no option I decided to go and browse through the merchandize in these American stores selling American-branded stuff made by Indians to Indians. However, I was shocked at the price tag. “This could not be!” I exclaimed. “When I do the Indian Rupee to Dollar calculation the Tommy Hilfiger shirt here is priced at 32 dollars! I can get it in America for much less. If I buy at Costco, I am looking at paying less than 20 dollars!”

My brother-in-law, who had accompanied us, screamed aloud. “That is what I have been saying for a long time! The other day I bought high-end Nike shoes and they cost over 200 dollars. My friend in America told me he can get it for far less!”

We chewed the cud on this issue for a while. I ended up not buying anything at the Mantri Mall. However, since I had gone shopping and had identified the stuff I wanted I figured I would make a list and buy them at Costco or Marshall’s or a similar discount outlet when I returned to America. My Mom looked puzzled at my choice.

“This does not make any sense to me!” she said. “Don’t they have to put all these things in cargo containers and ship them at a considerable cost to America? Then people have to unload them, they have to be put on trucks, and taken to these retail outlets you are talking about. Still with all these added costs you can buy them at Costco for as much as 50% less?”

“Ok, my dear son!” she said. “I think I will make a large list of things I need by looking around the Mantri mall. Then I will make a trip to America with two large empty suitcases. Take me to this Costco place of yours and I will shop for all the things that were made in India but sold at a steep discount to Americans. I will then buy them and take them on the plane with me back to India. I will gift them to people and they will think I spent twice as much but they have no idea I got them for 50% less!”

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The Great Indian Scotch Whiskey Adventure

My Dad told me this story of the great Indian Scotch whiskey adventure. I can’t check the sources with my Dad anymore because he is not alive but he sounded sincere and truthful when he told me the tale. Here it goes.

Scotch whiskey is big in India. The British taught Indians to drink Scotch whiskey and it is a very big business in India. It is said that the best gift you can take to an Indian executive is a bottle of fine Scotch whiskey. At the time of the story (a couple of decades back) Scotch whiskey was imported into India and there were stiff tariffs making it quite expensive. However, there was no Indian manufacturer of whiskey that tasted as good as Scotch whiskey or even came close to the taste of Scotch whiskey. In this backdrop, a group of enterprising Indian businessmen got together to make the first version of Indian Scotch whiskey that would compare well with the whiskey made in Scotland. My Dad tells me that their logic went like this:

  • What does Scotland have that India does not? They have highlands so do we; they have lowlands so do we!
  • We have similar weather such as Scotland in several parts of India.
  • We have trees identical to those in Scotland from which we can make barrels to make age fine Scotch whiskey.
  • Grains, hops, sheesh! Easier said than done. We can match them with identical batches made from a fertile region in India.

So off to work they went with dreams of producing Scotch whiskey using Indian labor and products and someday taking the Scottish in their own game and make an Indian best-selling version. After 4-5 years they were ready with the product. As is the norm in the industry, they conducted a blind test with some of the top whiskey experts in the world who were flown into Bombay (now Mumbai), India.

The experts sat around the table in full view of a few elite press reporters. On the table wrapped in paper were some of the finest Scotch whiskeys in the world along with a few mediocre ones and hidden among them was the Indian product. The experts praised the finest Scotch whiskey with lavish prose. The mediocre ones they said they would drink as a last resort. When the Indian product was tasted the experts were unanimous in their judgment. One of the experts even spit every last drop from his mouth into a bowl as he exclaimed “God help me! What kind of horse piss is this?”

Disappointed the Indian entrepreneurs convened an emergency meeting. After examining different aspects of Scotch whiskey making process they found what they thought was the problem. It was those damn barrels that the Scotch whiskey was aged in that was the source of the problem! They decided to import barrels from Scotland and use them to age the Indian whiskey. They figured that they should be able to overcome the quality problem. Another few years passed because that is how long it takes to make Scotch whiskey and minimally age them. They had the taste test again and flew in the same experts. If they were expecting a different result they were disappointed. “Goddamn it!” exclaimed one expert. “Whoever produced this monstrosity should be hung! Even Canadians can make better whiskey than this!”

Deeply disappointed the Indian entrepreneurs held yet another crisis meeting. They concluded that they needed to import the grains and hops as well to fix the quality problem. Now the only Indian element in the whiskey would be that it was made in India. The Indian entrepreneurs didn’t mind. They now desperately wanted success given their huge investment.

A few years passed and there was yet another taste test held in Bombay. If they were expecting a different result they did not get it. They even flew in a different set of world class experts but the judgment was unanimous. “Even if this was the last whiskey in the world I would not touch it!” declared one expert.

The entrepreneurs looked at each other and they knew there was only one answer to their problem. Get the Scotch whiskey made in Scotland and bring them in barrels in large ships to India where the bottling would take place. There was the final taste test and the entrepreneurs knew that the fate of their enterprise hung in balance. They watched with great anxiety as the experts tasted the Indian Scotch whiskey. They were thrilled and broke into a big applause when they heard the following remarks form the experts.

“I say, this is really bad shit but I guess I can drink it somehow if nothing else is around!” said the first expert.

“Most definitely better that that shit they make and bottle in Canada!” said the second expert.

“Definitely would drink this as opposed to getting high on paint fumes or varnish!” said the third expert.

And that is how (my Dad told me) that the Indian Scotch whiskey was born.

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In Search of the American Holy Cow

Ok, let’s get this out of the way. Hindus believe that cows are holy. Some even worship the cow. My friend, Rajesh, is a modern day Hindu. Many modern day Hindus eat meat (chicken, fish and lamb) but never a cow. They will even sit back and snicker with Jay Leno if he makes fun of holy cow worshippers on the Tonight Show. But there is one thing that unites all Hindus together whether they are modern day or hardcore orthodox – they simply will not eat a cow. That much is crystal clear.

If there was a bookie placing bets on whether my friend, Rajesh, would eat a cow, I would have pushed all-in (poker analogy) and put all my wealth including my last dime on Rajesh not eating a cow. But then I would go flat broke. Because after many years in corporate America, Rajesh happened to be at Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse for a business meeting and ended up eating a cow. He admitted that amongst all the laughter and celebration that accompanied the closing of a major sales deal, he went ahead and ordered a ribeye steak. He had it made Medium Rare. And then he proceeded to eat every morsel of it.

Next morning Rajesh woke up with an extraordinary amount of guilt. What had he done? Could he ever go back to India and look another Indian Hindu in the eye without totally breaking down and falling apart? What if they had cow-eater sensor at the Indian airport and sirens started blaring alerting the masses that there was a cow-eater in their midst? These emotions of guilt and fear gripped Rajesh throughout the day. He despaired so much that he even skipped lunch that day. On the way home from work, that evening, Rajesh passed by AJ’s fine foods which he knew sold high quality cow meat. Before he knew what he was doing, the devil had managed to make him drive his car into AJ’s parking lot. Then the devil made him go inside and order from the butcher a filet of their finest ribeye steak. The devil then forced him to buy charcoal for the grill and go down the sauce isle and get A-1 and Heinz 57 steak sauces. Before he knew it Rajesh was home and had set the grill alight and within an hour proceeded to eat his second steak. It was perhaps hunger that had driven him insane because sanity only returned after he had eaten the last morsel and washed it away with generous portion of AJ’s fine cabernet.

The next morning, Rajesh called me by phone. He appeared full of guilt. The second steak was even better. He grilled it to exactly the level he wanted and it was even better than the meat from the first cow. Rajesh said he had a dream that night where two cows were chasing him and both them were missing a piece of meat near their rib cage. What kind of cows were they, he wondered. Did they till the fields for the American farmer and came home after a hard day’s work and proceeded to provide milk for the family? As he pleaded with me I began to see the outlines of a possible exit from guilt for Rajesh.  Indian cows were holy because they played a very key role in the Hindu’s existence in ancient India. The Hindus used the cows to till the field so that they can grow crops. They used the milk to feed their family and even sell the remaining portion to support their livelihood. They even dried cow manure and used it as a fuel to cook food. But did the American cows perform the same service for their masters? I suggested to Rajesh that perhaps, American cows were not holy. While I talked to Rajesh on the phone I started Googling the American cow.

It turned out that American cows had no other purpose in life other than provide milk or become food items themselves on the dinner plates of millions of Americans. They were raised far differently than Indian cows. They were kept in tiny stalls and fed what was called a “high forage diet” with the express intent of making them as large as possible and produce as much meat as possible for sale. There were even controversial practices of injecting or feeding them with growth stimulants so that they became very large very fast. I looked at the picture of American cows and compared them side by side with those of Indian cows. I emailed them to Rajesh so that we could compare notes. Let me show you a few pictures and you tell me what you think.

Here is the picture of a typical bred-for-food fat American cow:

Rajesh said, “Look at its face, It is saying Eat me! Eat me!”

Here is the picture of a holy Indian cow that works in the fields, provides milk and even has its manure used as fuel for cooking Hindu food.

Rajesh said, “Now look that darling face. How would you even think about eating it?”

It became very clear to us that while Indian cows were holy, American cows were definitely not holy. Rajesh could eat as many American cows as he wanted but never an Indian cow. Rajesh felt a lot of comfort and thanked me for my research and insights as he hung the phone up. A few days later, Rajesh had his Dad visit him from India. Rajesh shared the American cow story with his dad.

“I must say I agree with you, my son!” his Dad said with a glint of excitement in his eye. “I have tried all kinds of Tandoori preparations such as Tandoori Chicken, Tandoori Lamb and even Tandoori Fish. I have never had a Tandoori Cow. What say we visit this AJ’s store of yours and find some American cow meat so that we can together grill a Tandoori Cow?”

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Suresh tries dating American woman, Indian style

The time was a few years back and I saw still in college. I bumped into an excited Suresh. I asked him what his excitement was all about.

“Lisa blew her balloon at me!” he said. “And then she gave me a dazzling smile!”

I looked at Suresh’s face. Underneath the deep tan I actually could see him flushing. I still could not understand the balloon part of his comment. So I asked him.

“She was chewing gum and had blown a balloon so big and was clearly enjoying the moment”, Suresh said. Then she looked at me. I must have stirred her soul or something because the next moment she had lost her concentration and popped the balloon! I immediately sensed an opportunity and asked her if I could see her for a few minutes at the library today evening. I know she studies there during the evening. And she said Yes!

“I need your help!” Suresh pleaded with me. “I don’t want to blow this great opportunity. Lisa is a blonde goddess and one day I shall build her a temple in my home village in India. Please help me get to first base!”

As much as I would like to help Suresh, I had to be truthful with him. I did not have good experience in the dating department. I suggested that we go see Mr. Varadarajan. He was a PHD student and had lived in Iowa City for 3 years. He clearly will know what to do!

So we made the trek to Mr. Varadarajan’s apartment. We made small talk while Mr. Varadarajan made us some Indian tea. As we sat drinking tea Mr. Varadarajan said he needed more information.

“So, specifically what is your intent?” he asked Suresh. “Do you want to have intercourse with Lisa?”

This question flustered both Suresh and me. I had no doubt that Suresh’s intent was entirely honorable and he merely wanted to be Lisa’s friend. A few years worth of wooing, I figured, might land him a home run with Lisa.

“Oh, no! Oh, no!” said Suresh. “All I want to do is to be her friend! In time I want to marry her and produce many kids!”

Mr. Varadarajan seemed to understand Suresh’s motive. However, he was a little disappointed. “I had a few strategies for you to try if you wanted to have intercourse with her”, he muttered under his breath. “Now they will continue to remain untested!” And then Mr. Varadarajan contemplated the situation for a few minutes as he sipped tea.

“Did you not tell me you had brought several works of art from India to give to your friends here?” He asked Suresh. When Suresh nodded Mr. Varadarajan continued. “Take a bag full of Indian goodies with you to the library and keep giving Lisa one goodie after another until she succumbs!”

I was impressed. The man really knew his material. It had occurred to me that all the time I was in Iowa City; I had never seen Mr. Varadarajan with any female. But then I had not followed the man around all the time and for all I knew he had a stable full of women that dated him.

So we sent Suresh to his adventure with Lisa. I had to wait until the next day to get a phone call from Suresh. He appeared extremely excited. He informed that Mr. Varadarajan’s suggestion had worked wonderfully with Lisa. As he was handing one goodie after another to Lisa she had asked him to cut the time short and taken his entire bag of goodies. Suresh felt that a friendship with Lisa was definitely worth the entire bag of goodies. She had given him what he called a “bear hug” and the smell of her intoxicating perfume had made him weak and he had nearly fainted. That night he had spent playing Indian love songs by the then famous singer, Kishore Kumar.

The next evening I was hanging out with Mr. Varadarajan at his apartment as he prepared a delicious Indian meal. There was a knock on the door and we opened to see Suresh. He was jumping up and down like an energizer bunny. He said that Lisa had met him and given him his empty bag back. Inside that she had told him she had written him a note. He wanted to open the note in our combined presence.

“Tell me, Suresh” said Mr. Varadarajan looking very thoughtful. “When Lisa gave you a hug did her bosoms touch your chest?”

“Ohhhh!” said Suresh. “They did and I thought I had died and gone to heaven!”

Mr. Varadarajan appeared quite proud. “When you know ‘em you know ‘em!” he said. “Now let us open Lisa’s love letter to you and see what words of romance she has written!”

We opened Lisa’s note and it read as follows.

“Hi ya Sureesh!” “Thanks so much for all the stuff! I love it very much! If it is no trouble here are a few other things you can get me from India. There are a couple of things my boyfriend Bob wants as well. He can’t wait to meet you and thank you for all this! XOXOXO  – Lisa”

Few Bars of Mysore Sandal Soap

Bottles of Men’s cologne that has Sandalwood extract

1 dozen handcrafted Indian bangles



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