Prisoner Jailor Prime Minister


This book is unbelievably awesome. A breach of dogmatic political fiction is what makes it a book to hold for. A book that will make you  walk the classrooms and campus of Harvard University and at the same time leap frog to 7 Race Course Road ( 7 RCR) New Delhi. From Prime Ministerial Office to the piano sessions of Mozart and Tansen, this book is an eccentric insight into the life of a man who swaps between himself and being PM of the largest democracy. When facts meet the unbelievable the cross-road is called "Prisoner Jailor Prime Minister". 

Author Tabrik C has written a wonderful book and timed its release when the country is breathing politics right from the bed tea to the last fag at night. The conflicts and threats that the protagonist Siddhartha Tagore as a Prime Minister   has to handle is in tandem with the present scenario. The book is an insight into Indian Politics, Diplomacy, Challenges and the tough decisions to be taken to run the wheel of power and country symbiotically. 

Narration is very fresh and appealing. At no point the book compromises on readers curiosity to dwell further. This book is a must read by all standards. The cover photograph is an ample hint for the readers about the journey they will make through the book. 

Title: Prisoner Jailor Prime Minister                                                        
Author: Tabrik C
Publisher: Hachette India
ISBN: 978-93-5009-670-3
Number of Pages: 319
Price [INR] : 350
Genre: Fiction (Political Thriller)



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