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Mythos,
Logos
& an
Enigma called Love
Praveer
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This is entirely a work of fiction. All references to any
historical or mythological characters, events or
monuments have been used fictitiously. Various
locations and descriptions of certain carvings may be
true, but the interpretations are completely fictional.
Associations mentioned in the novel are purely
imaginary.
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About The Author
Praveer believes that life has been the greatest book he
has ever read and he continues to get amazed while
reading the chapters with each passing day. Writing has
been a way to express whenever he felt a desire to share
his thoughts. He took to writing for the immense
pleasure associated with it. He has been captivated by
the Indian mythology and the world civilizations since
childhood. A mechanical engineering graduate, he could
never ignore the logic behind the ancient scriptures. He
also finds the array of human emotions and the different
shades attached to each of those feelings very
fascinating. When he decided about penning down his
first novel, it was quite natural that he chose a story
which saw the confluence of a thriller unraveling secrets
of mythology and a touching love story.
E-mail: [email protected]
Facebook: www.facebook.com/praveer30
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Dedicated to
Time
Which never ceases to move on
Which never remains the same.
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Acknowledgment
A writer works in isolation, but the eventual portrayal of
his thoughts is the manifestation of the people and
events which have shaped his persona knowingly or
unknowingly over the years. The writer owns the idea,
but the seeds are provided by the world around him. My
work of fiction owes a great deal to each of them.
First of all, I would like to mention about the figure of
strength in my life, my father, Shri Prabhakar Sharan
Prasad. He has taught me to live life as it should be.
What do I say about my mother, Smt. Saroj Devi?
Whatever I am, whatever I will ever be is because of her.
You simply cannot describe a mother’s love in words.
My sister Snehlata has made me learn to believe in my
convictions. I adore the way she cares for me. Premda,
my other sister, has prepared me to face the challenges
life has to offer. She brings out the best in me by her
affection. And, of course, they are the first readers of my
novel and they encouraged me enormously. I thank my
brothers-in-law Anshuman and Amitabh for taking great
care of them. Individually, they are wonderful human
beings whose hard work inspire me a lot and I wish them
all the success in life.
Life feels great when I see the most beautiful girl in my
life, my niece, Srinika Sanvi. Her innocence makes me
see the world in a fresh perspective.
It will take an entire book to write about my friends who
have walked the path with me and left great impacts in
my life. I am grateful to each of them for being a part of
my journey. I treasure their friendship and I am really
very thankful.
Lastly, I will thank the almighty for everything he has
bestowed upon me.
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न त ुम ां शक्यस ेद्रष्टुमनेनैव स्वचक्षुष |
दिव्यां िि मम त ेचक्षुुः पश्य मे योगमैश्वरम ्||
But surely you will not be able to see me with these
human eyes of yours |
Therefore I bestow upon you the divine eyes with
which you behold my extraordinary powers ||
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Prologue
The silence of the night was intensified by the
purposeful clouds draping the moon. A flickering flame
could be seen through the cracks of the temple door. It
seemed that the flame’s attempt to end darkness would
go in vain. But the ambience had a strangely soothing
effect attached to it. Even the majestic flow of the river
was reduced to pure calmness. A few stray dogs were
sleeping on the steps of the temple after another struggle
filled day of survival. It was early into the night and the
temple doors had been closed after the evening rituals.
The sanctum sanctorum of the temple was peaceful with
the God of destruction, Lord Shiva in his yogic sleep.
Even the otherwise ferocious Nandi, the bull seemed to
be an image of tranquillity.
Suddenly, the aura of the surrounding was disturbed by
voices coming from the room within the temple. The
priest of the temple, Pandit Puratan Shastri resided in
that room.
“You are not helping our cause,” said some unfamiliar
voice.
“I am doing what is right for the people and religion. I
will not let your intentions be successful” Shastriji
replied.
“Then be prepared to pay for it”
“I shall in the name of almighty”
An eerie silence could be heard in the air. There were no
more voices. Half sleepy half starved dogs didn’t care to
bark at the man walking briskly down the steps of the
temple. His throbbing heart and brisk steps persuaded
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him not to turn back to have a glimpse of what had
transpired behind him after his actions.
In his dying moments, Shashtriji had dragged himself to
the sanctum with a book in his hand. He needed to finish
the task on hand before taking his last breath.
Even in his death, Pandit Puratan Shashtri had served the
purpose of his life.
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Chapter 1
The village seemed alive in the last hours of the night. A
family had visited the temple in the darkness of the night
to seek the blessings of the almighty before starting a
journey of twelve hours on a bullock cart to attend a
wedding at their relative’s village. The child saw a blood
trail which the father followed to gasp in horror at the
sight before his eyes.
The news had spread about the murder of Shashtriji.
Shastriji’s body was surrounded by the villagers. They
would not allow police to carry out post-mortem of this
sacred religious soul. There were vehement
demonstrations. Shivlal along with his group had arrived
on the scene. They were not going to relent under any
kind of persuasion. It had become even more difficult for
Inspector Chirayu after the arrival of Shivlal. He could
not use force on the villagers. It was an issue which
needed tactful handling.
Shri Puratan Shastri had been appointed the chief priest
of the temple recently. The temple was not a grand one,
but it was large enough for a village of five hundred.
Arkpur was an isolated village situated on the banks of
Jharahi River. The nearest town Siwan was nearly forty
kilometres away. The only mode of transport was a
bullock cart until that fateful day when three jeeps with
few shirt–pant wearing men had come to the village.
After hours of chaos the villagers could make out only
that they were some government officers and they would
build something. They didn’t know what they would
build, but the village would be getting electricity.
The illiteracy and poverty of the village were no hidden
fact. Birju was the most learned man among them. He
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had gone to the city and had even cleared the tenth
examination with fifty three percent marks. His father
firmly believed that his studies would help them to
improve the situation of the village. It had been nearly
two years since those officers had left. Since then
activities had increased in the village. It took another
year for the village to be connected by road to the town.
Twenty three villages in a hundred kilometre radius were
connected to Arkpur. Even bus transport to the city had
started. But the villagers couldn’t understand why there
was a bus running in the morning from Siwan to Arkpur
and in the evening from Arkpur to Siwan. They had to
be prepared for an overnight stay if they had to go to the
city. The city in itself was not a big one. It could boast of
fulfilling basic necessities if one redefined basic
necessities to bare minimum.
One fine day, the villagers had put their thumb
impressions on some papers. The babus had told them
that their land along with the forest land nearby would
be used to serve the nation. One member of each family
would get a government job. Everyone was extremely
happy with the prospect. They could see construction
work starting in full swing and there was a feeling of
hope everywhere.
Shastriji had arrived in the village not long ago. Pandit
Muchukund Dubey was the incumbent priest of the
temple. His son had become a priest of the famous Mata
temple in Siwan. He wanted to take Panditji with him to
the town. The villagers had insisted him to stay until
they could find a suitable replacement.
One day while taking a dip in the river Jharahi, Panditji
heard Shashtriji chanting something. Shastriji had been
living in the village for the past fifteen days. He would
clean the temple, feed the cows and sleep on the steps.
People used to think that he was a random poor man
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who had found solace in serving God. Panditji carefully
listened and to his disbelief, he realized that it was the
Mahamritunjay Mantra, one of the most difficult hymns
to be remembered. Even Panditji didn’t know it
properly. He was taken aback. He went to the man with
folded hands and asked, “Who are you?”
It was one of the most auspicious days in the village.
Though Ekadasi was not a big festival day but it held its
place high in the villagers’ faith. Murmurs were growing
louder as the villagers gathered under the old banyan tree
could not make out why Panditji had called them. Shabli
was literally pleading with her husband to let her go. A
lot of work was pending in the house. But her husband
wouldn’t oblige. Panditji appeared along with the poor
man from the temple. The man was looking different
that day. People could not understand what the
difference was but certainly there was something
captivating. Panditji began speaking after taking his
position on the platform built around the tree.
“My fellow villagers! I have been so ignorant all along.
My eyes had not yet opened.”
The enormity of the statement stunned the villagers into
silence. This was the most respected man in the village
and he was claiming himself to be ignorant. People
followed him blindly on matters relating to Dharma and
Karma. What was he trying to imply?
“The man standing next to me is no ordinary man. He is
a messenger of God.”
“What are you saying Panditji?” exclaimed Budhiya. He
was the most ardent devotee of Panditji. People often
made fun of him. “Your devotion is not going to make
you a Brahmin; you will still remain a shudra.” Budhiya
would always ignore such taunts. For him God was
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unreachable, but Panditji was what he could feel the
closest to God.
“Yes Budhiya. The great man standing here was one of
the priests of the Kashi Vishwanath temple. He is a very
learned man. He has come here to enlighten and free our
souls.”
There was a sense of awe in every breath under the tree.
The villagers could not respond. They had only heard
about the greatness of the Kashi Vishwanath temple. It
was one of the most famous Hindu temples of not only
Varanasi but also of India. There was divinity attached
to it. It was one of the jyotirlingas. It was the holiest of
all Shiva temples.
People’s hands joined subconsciously in a Namaste. The
old man was now looking divine to them. He started
speaking and people listened. It was the first, but not the
last time people would devote themselves to him.
“I have served Shiva. I was very happy there serving
Dharma. One night, the Lord himself came to my
dreams. He was angry at me. He said that my people of
Arkpur are in trouble and you are resting. Go serve
them. Enlighten them. So here I am”
Since that day, Shastriji’s words would be followed
religiously. Panditji would go on to live with his son in
Siwan but left for a pilgrimage in a month and had not
returned since.
“Don’t you dare to touch Shashtriji” Shivlal shouted
with all his energy. His men had made a human wall
between the police and the body of Shastriji which was
lying in the temple compound.
“We also want to bring the guilty to justice. Post-mortem
is a must” Inspector Chirayu was trying to persuade
Shivlal.
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Shivlal was the local leader of the group which was
opposing the construction of a Nuclear Power Plant in
Arkpur. A lot of water had flown through river Jharahi
in past three months since construction started. On the
seventh day of ground work, one construction worker,
Bhiku, had struck something. Bhikhu was the shoemaker
of the village. For him, getting a payment as an unskilled
labour in the construction work was far more lucrative
than being a shoemaker in a village where people would
visit him ten times for repair before discarding footwear.
After construction started, he joined with the city
contractor. On further digging, Bhikhu found it to be an
idol of Lord Vishnu in Krishna form. People were
wondering why God had chosen such a low caste man
Bhikhu to be the harbinger of his idol. Later, the remains
of an ancient temple were also dug out.
Things had taken a turn since that day. People started
protesting. They could not allow a holy place to get
ruined. The plant management officials tried to persuade
people that they would leave the temple site as it was.
Shastriji would not agree. He claimed that there would
be more such temples. And yes, there were. Three more
temples were discovered in due course. These lands were
never under farming as it formed part of the forest area.
So they were untouched till then. Since then, Shastriji
had been teaching people about the religion even more
profoundly. The villagers would not allow any structure
to be built. Worry could be seen on Shastriji’s face
growing with each passing day. There was a collision in
sight.
The neighbouring villages had also joined the
demonstrations. It was no longer a village issue, but was
taking enormous proportions. The government was
getting worried. It had not visualised such a dramatic
turn of events was awaiting its ambitious project.
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Amidst all this, the brutal murder of Shastriji added fuel
to fire. He was a calming influence on the villagers. He
would tell them about the right path. It was a path which
ancient India and its customs would want them to
follow. But now that link was broken. The villagers
knew nothing but to protest now.
“Who might have killed Shastriji?” Someone in the
crowd asked the man standing behind him as they
watched the dead body of Shastriji being carried away
by the police. Shivlal could not argue with the police for
long. He wanted to avoid a direct confrontation with the
law. He tried to scare them away, reason with them but
relented once Inspector Chirayu argued with the
villagers about bringing the culprit to justice.
“Who else than those money-seeking irreligious men
who want to ruin the temple site and our heritage” The
man replied.
“But…” Budhiya did not finish what he had started
saying. His moist eyes overpowered his words.
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