Review: "The Oath of the Vayuputras" by Amish

Book: The Immortals of Meluha

Author:  Amish

Type: Fiction 

Pages- 575

Publishing house: Westland PressBook: The Immortals of Meluha

There are too many characters. You had it in the 2^nd part itself. You have already laden your mind with those. Along with that, you have complex warfare tactics involving the geography of the area leading the reader to scratch his/her head to understand it more better. These setups are unwelcoming and make you rethink if Amish, really is India’s first literary pop star. There are flaws but, in the end, one couldn’t understand and imagine what’s there, as the reader inches closer towards the end of the novel. I wouldn’t much discuss about the prose and the characters but in the end, the book has much to offer than a beautiful story and characters. It gives you a strange sense of peace, and tranquillity lingers over your soul. Chapter 45: The final Kill, It is from where the real emotional ride starts and doesn’t break for a moment from then. The book has 54 chapters meanwhile. The book explores the vulnerabilities of relationships. It depicts, how as a human, we can be so immature and mature too. It explores and touches too many topics along the line up that in the end, you feel a bit numb. You feel to have got a sort of redemption by reading it. You get down with the characters and wish if you could have changed the course of the fate. But alas!! There ain’t any fairy tale. More or less, it gives you the feeling of reading a scripture. Because the feelings that you carry after reading the series is, it can be only felt after reading great books indeed.

Om Namah Shivaiy. 

The Universe bows to Lord Shiva. I bow to Lord Shiva

Verdict: Would strongly advocate for this book to everyone. It is a must-read for those who believe in God. 

Truth is not always true

There is an old Indian story about Truth. It seems that in ancient times a brash young warrior sought the hand of a beautiful princess. The King, her father, thought the warrior was a bit too cocksure and callow; he told him he could only marry the princess once he had found the Truth. So, the young warrior set out on a quest for Truth. He went to temples and to monasteries, to mountaintops where sages meditated and to forests where ascetics scourged themselves, nut nowhere could he find Truth. Despairing one day and seeking refuge from a thunderstorm, he found himself in a dank, musty cave. There, in the darkness, was an old hag, with warts on her face and matted hair, her skin hanging in folds from her bony limbs, her teeth broken, her breath malodorous. She greeted him; she seemed to know what he was looking for. They talked all night, and with each word she spoke, the warrior realized he had come to the end of the quest. She was truth. In the morning, when the storm broke, the warrior prepared to return to claim his bride. ‘Now that I have found the Truth’ he said. ‘what shall I tell them at the palace about you?’

The wizened old crone smiled. ‘Tell them, ‘she said, ‘tell them that I am young and beautiful.’

So, Truth is not always true; but that doesn’t mean Truth does not exist.

This article is an excerpt from the book “Bookless in Baghdad” by Shashi Tharoor. You can check out this book here- https://goo.gl/ZKovv9
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