Don’t try to hold the winds-you all will be blown.
saying this she started laughing loudly and madly.
A day will come when they will come to take this and you cannot stop them .
On listening this incident from Abhinivesh : Shivendu and Aagneya were confused whether to celebrate it for or to be frustrated with. Once again they were on the same boat that Mrigasya and his team were 100 years back .
They got the hint where it was located but still they were from peace loving Indus Civilization who have no idea of war tactics.
The story take you in an era of 2000 BC and on the intellectual sea voyage.It is not an ordinary journey, it is all to die for motherland , to bring back the lost glory of their as well as neighbor civilization, an immortal attempt to reverse the curse.
Targeted Age Group:: 16-60
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
It is yet not discovered why early civilizations extinct and lost. Though there are multiple assumptions for the same.Aalso there is one interesting point that fascinates me is how early people without technology survived. studying there various brainy tricks inspired me to craft a story that says about the extinction and logical facts about both the civilizations that is – Indus, Mesopotamia.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Well that's a great research. Initially when I started the story there were not much characters. gradually as the thought process proceeded they took shape. but the most important point about them in my book is that every character name represent a great meaning. All the names are selected according to the traits of the character and that too the names used in early civilizations. Whenever the character name is used first time in the story its meaning is explained in the book.
It was 2308 BCE. I was just ten. My grandfather, Priest Vajit (meaning – wise), was the priest of this ancient Shiva Temple. He used to manage all its affairs as I do today. Morning rituals, evening prayers and everything, was his responsibility. It was he who had the idea to build a holy bath in the temple premises so that people need not go far for the holy rituals. The temple and its glory grew wide under his supervision.
It was a fine evening. Beautiful weather accompanied evening talks. Everybody was back from routine work and was sitting at the house – Chobaras – enjoying the evening breeze. Unlike other days, Mrigasya (one of the names of Lord Shiva) was quiet and in deep thought. Unlike him, when he was usually the centre of every discussion, he seemed to be a little worried. His wife, Pradha (meaning extremely distinguished), called him for the food. He silently went in. When he discussed it with her, his wife suggested him to discuss it directly in the Monday communal meet.
The next evening too, when he was lost in thought, his closest friend asked him the reason and offered him any kind of help he required. He said – “Tomorrow is Monday – the day for the communal meet. I will discuss it there,” and he went in.
Everybody was surprised by his reaction. The next Monday morning, after the rituals of the meeting, he came near my grandfather, Priest Vajit, in front of everybody on the stage and started – “I need to share an important thing. Maybe these are all my assumptions, and I might not be intelligent to calculate their intentions, but still, from the day I heard them, I am very worried.”
Priest Vajit – “Of whom you are talking about and what happened exactly, my son? Why are you so worried?”
Mrigsaya – “Three days ago, when I was on to my boat and was trying to catch fish, a merchant boat of the Mesopotamians was passing by. They asked me for blind dolphins for their lunch (Blind dolphins are the kind of dolphins found only in the region of South Asia in River Ganga and River Indus. They are blind as the name suggest and were difficult to be caught as they swam in the mainstream. But, they were considered as the royal food in those times). Luckily, I caught three of them that day. They offered me a good deal, and we exchanged the goods, five real pearls for each fish. It could have been one of my best days, but meanwhile, I heard their conversation. I wish that I am wrong, but whatever I heard, I am putting exactly the same in front of you.
There were four of them; three were of Mesopotamian traits (that is shorter in height, dark and wavy-haired). One, I am not sure. Maybe, he was offspring of an ancient migrant of Indus valley civilisation to Mesopotamia. But yes, I have indeed seen him recently many times before, travelling from our Mohen-Jo-Daro to Harappa in his boat. While one was exchanging goods with me and discussing the expected weather for another seven days as well as the expected monsoon this year, the other two were busy in discussing the map of our entire Indus valley, both our full-fledged rivers and our prosperity, with the ancient migrant. They were talking about our green and fertile lands, surplus water availability, well-developed and organised cities and other good things. I wonder about their visit and their discussions both.”
The people started asking many questions to him about their intentions and plans.
Mrigasya was repeating the same answer to every question – “I have described to you every single moment of what I encountered. The rest, I am also confused and equally worried.”
Everybody started discussing the poisonous fields of Mesopotamia. That was indeed the talk of the town six months before the incident. (It is one of the beliefs that Mesopotamian civilisation was extinct because of the poisonous fields. Due to wrong irrigation techniques, the salt from rivers accumulated in the fields and gradually, the agriculture declined to be negligible). The grain merchants who used to trade with Mesopotamia in those times tell us that those are the golden days of their trade. They really get a huge profit in Mesopotamia by selling grains there at a higher rate.
It seemed as if their fields had become poisonous, and so were their thoughts. I used to think earlier about how mean their intentions were, but when I see them today, keeping our present condition in front of me, they don’t seem to be that mean. Now, I sometimes realise that life becomes really cruel, and yes, I agree with Abhinivesh that at one point in time, situations make us think that our children deserve at least a life ahead. Survival, sometimes, becomes the only moral trait required.
Priest Vajit – “As you all know, our civilisation is always a peace-loving one. We have never concentrated on the making of any weapons of war or armed forces. Above all, we have no clue about their intentions.”
Various opinions were contradicting. A few were prepared to fight, others were for escaping, while the elders decided to talk.
Neither a journalist, never in any times or magazines as a writer before, a common man who have learned to observe hidden shades of any individual, can dig the layers of them one by one and still count on them.
Every character with unique of his skills and thought process justifies his name and his roll in my three year hard work.
Youngest child scientist award, school level debates to state level winnings, Council Presidentship in graduation to gold medalist in MBA urged the need for better writing.I have learned that better writing skills takes you far ahead. Competitions to Hindi poetries, blogs to shared books is my nector to soul. Writing and peace always go parralel for me.
I hope my witting justifies your expectations and the book serves you as one of best companion.
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