THE BUTCHER OF TIME

This book is not philosophy. It is a mirror. It shows you: • Why wealth, love,
and family are illusions when worshipped • Why happiness intoxicates you
more than pain • Why you die long before your body stops breathing • Why
losing is not tragedy, but surgery • Why your ego is the butcher’s most
obedient pet • Why death is not punishment — it is graduation • Why you
cannot escape rebirth by living longer • Why only Moksha is true freedom
You are not the animal.
You are not the body. You are not the ego. You are the witness. From the mechanics of karma to the truth of
Yamraj, from the trap of excess pleasure to the liberation of detachment, this book tears apart every illusion that
society celebrates. It does not promise heaven. It does not promise miracles. It does not promise a painless life.
It promises clarity — and clarity is better than any comfort. This book is a reminder that: what you fear is not
death… you fear dying as someone who never lived consciously. When the butcher comes, let him take the body,
because your soul has already left the pen. ⸻ Dedication To my great-grandfather, Shri Kishan Gilara (Rambhajo),
whose life taught me that true wealth is discipline, true legacy is values, and true greatness is humility. He
walked this world with quiet strength, built a century-old foundation of character, and taught generations—including
me— that a man is not measured by what he owns, but by what he carries inside his heart long after the
world stops clapping. To my mentors, the silent architects of my life: Megha, who taught me to master my body
and reminded me that health is not glamour — it is devotion. Rahul Jain, who sharpened my business mind and
showed me that clarity is the highest form of power. Premanand Ji, who opened the door of my soul and guided
me from noise to nirvana. Tony Robbins, who taught me relentless momentum and the science of becoming
unstoppable. Marshall Goldsmith, who taught me humility in leadership and that growth is a lifetime mission,
not a moment of applause. Each of you touched me differently, yet all of you pushed me toward the same truth:
I was never meant to be fed. I was meant to evolve. This book is born from your light. Whatever wisdom it carries
belongs to you. Whatever mistakes are in it belong to me.