Posts

A genuine reader comment.

With his compulsively unputdownable breakout novel about Islamic terror, Robert Donator (https://robertdonator.wordpress.com/) has penned a deeply moving and masterfully written story of human resilience and enduring love. It gently takes the unaware reader into the quicksand of her involvement in the struggles of the protagonist until it is too late. The reader soon finds herself waist deep in the quagmire of events that compels her to sink deeper as the succession of events gather a mind boggling pace of events that ends only when the book ends. https://www.amazon.in/dp/B072W11CR2

A Nibble at What Lies Inside

Just then, the phone jangled breaking into our conversation. “Hello,” Avi said picking up the receiver. “Bol Satnam. I see. It is that bad eh? It has been raining like blazes out here too.” He said, “Okay,” after a while and hung up. “That was Satya. He said we are marooned being surrounded with waist deep waters on this stretch of Camac Street. They simply cannot get in until the rain stops and the water level drops to a decent level. Nor can we get out for the same reason. We are stuck here till this thing lets up and the water drains out,” he said. “So it means no recording and lunch for us today,” I said almost sounding ecstatic at the chance of havingAvi to myself for the rest of the afternoon. He said, “We could forage in the fridge for some vegetarian snacks. The guy who owns this place is a strict vegetarian. Not even eggs here. Are you feeling hungry?” he asked. “Not at all. Anyway, let me check what is in the fridge. I am sure there must be some snack bar in this huge buildi…

This Is Where It All Began

Chapter 1
A Bitter Harvest
The world, a dozen people and he. That is what he had been reduced to as he looked down at the devastation below him. It was unbelievable. The once grand and pulsating city built by the British was now a ghost town abandoned and shrouded under a thick pall of grey dust. The whole city was a massive graveyard. He sat ruminating on a stone bench on the roof of what was once Calcutta’s tallest building. The structure was one of the few that had survived the killer earthquake. He pulled the shawl closer to his body as he shivered in the gusty winter wind. The floating dust covered the ruins of the flattened metropolis down below. It was his first visit since his loved city had been reduced to rubble. He was overwhelmed with nostalgia as he peered down on what was now a graveyard of his happiest memories. It was the end of autumn. His wheezing had grown worse as the nights began to get chilly. He could not help pondering over the parallels of the situation with his…
The reluctant terrorist who beat them at their own game. The irony lay in the matter of them first having turned him into a mujahidin. Life had handed him a raw deal right from his infancy. From witnessing traumatising brutalities at close quarters to being compelled to convert to Islam for getting a Muslim girl pregnant, Avinash Roy, was about to face the greatest disaster in his young life. As a quality control officer, he had come to attend a seminar at India’s youngest oil refinery. He was out on an early morning jog in the adjoining woods unaware of the dangers that lurked within. He was taken hostage by India’s most dreaded terrorists, the United Liberation Front of Assam or ULFA at gunpoint. After an aborted daring effort to escape from his captors when he was almost shot, Roy decided to change tack to stay alive. Pitch forked into living as a fugitive with his captors who wanted him alive for a ransom from his employers, destiny shaped him into being one of them when the ranso…

They Messed With the Wrong Guy. But they didn't know that.

The reluctant terrorist who beat them at their own game. The irony lay in the matter of them first having turned him into a mujahidin. Life had handed him a raw deal right from his infancy. From witnessing traumatising brutalities at close quarters to being compelled to convert to Islam for getting a Muslim girl pregnant, Avinash Roy, was about to face the greatest disaster in his young life. As a quality control officer, he had come to attend a seminar at India’s youngest oil refinery. He was out on an early morning jog in the adjoining woods unaware of the dangers that lurked within. He was taken hostage by India’s most dreaded terrorists, the ULFA at gunpoint. After an aborted daring effort to escape from his captors when he was almost shot, Roy decided to change tack to stay alive. Pitch forked into living as a fugitive with his captors who wanted him alive for a ransom from his employers, destiny shaped him into being one of them when the ransom failed to materialize. In his bid …

Who is Robert Donator?

Robert Donator writes about what's important and not just what is interesting. He sides with difficult ideologies and unpopular arguments. To muzzle an individual who struggles with history and an ideology turns him into a dangerous figure in times that command great conformity. This book may be barred in India as it demolishes several sacred shibboleths promoted by political parties.
Robert, an intense observer of Indian politics and an occasional writer is a descendant of Englishmen who came to India to serve the British crown was born in May 1966. His grandfather Nigel, as a major in the British army saw action against the Japanese in Burma under Field Marshall Sir William Slim. Robert’s father Richard became a part of the legatees of John Company or the East India Company. He became a tea planter in the hills of Darjeeling, the same place where Robert grew up and went to school. His two siblings, both sisters, went away to London to settle down there after finishing their sch…