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Publication date Ekam Sat Vipra Bahudha Vadanti. Truth is one, though the sages know it as many. God is one, though different religions approach Him differently. Our paths may be different. Our destination is the same. Please help me! And then, he was yanked effortlessly by a large hairy arm.

He was dangling in the air, desperately trying to get a foothold. Then, the other grotesque arm spun him around and held him tight. The boy was shocked into stillness. The body was that of the hairy monster, but the face was of the beautiful woman he had just fled away from moments ago. The mouth opened, but the sound that emanated was not a mellifluous feminine one, but a blood- curdling roar. Now this face will haunt you for the rest of your life!

He looked around his straw bed, disoriented. It was late evening. A little bit of sunshine had made its way into the otherwise dark hut. A small fire was dying out near the door. It suddenly burst into flames with a fresh breath of oxygen as a person rushed into the tiny room. What happened? Are you alright, my son? He heard her soothing voice, sympathetic and understanding. I am here. The same nightmare?

The tears turned into an angrier deluge. What could you have done, son? He was three times larger than you. A grown man. The mother continued to gently run her hand over his face, wiping the tears away. I deserved it!

He was a good son. He had never raised his voice at her before. She quickly set this thought aside as she reached out to soothe his face. What would happen to me if you died? He kept at it till his mother pulled his fist away. An angry, reddish-black mark had formed right between his eyebrows. The mother held his arms down again, pulling him towards her. Then she said something her son was not prepared to hear. He just nodded. She knew she would probably be killed if she fought back.

And yet, she did what she could to stay alive — not fight back. Sati was totally focused on chasing the retreating hooded Naga, her sword drawn and held far from her body, like a seasoned warrior with her prey in sight.

It took a few moments for Shiva to catch up with Sati, to ascertain that she was safe. He was shocked. How did that dog move so far ahead? The Naga, showing surprising agility, was effortlessly navigating between the trees and undulating ground of the hillside, picking up pace.

Shiva remembered battling with the Naga at the Brahma temple at Meru, when he had met Sati for the first time. His slow leg movements at the Brahma temple were just a battle strategy. Shiva flipped his shield, clipping it on to his back, to get room to run faster.

Sati was keeping pace to his left. She suddenly made a grunting sound and pointed to the right, to a fork in the path that was coming up. Shiva nodded. They would split up and try to cut off the Naga from opposite ends on the narrow ridge ahead. Shiva dashed to his right with a renewed burst of speed, sword at the ready. Sati stayed her course behind the Naga, running equally hard. He noticed that the Naga had pulled his shield into his right hand. The wrong hand for defence. Shiva frowned.

Without turning to look at the knife or even breaking a step, the Naga pulled his shield forward in the path of the knife. With the knife safely bouncing off the shield, the Naga effortlessly let the shield clip on to his back, maintaining his pace. Shiva gaped in awe, his speed slackening. He blocked the knife without even looking at it! Who the hell is this man? Sati meanwhile had maintained her pace, edging closer to the Naga as Shiva ran in from the other trail onto the path that the Naga was on.

Seeing Sati cross the narrow ridge, Shiva picked up speed, closing in on his wife. Because of the steep angle of the sloping ridge, he could see the Naga further ahead, reaching the wall at the bottom of the hill.

The wall protected the Ramjanmabhoomi temple at the base from animal attacks and trespassers. The height of the wall gave Shiva hope. There was no way the Naga could jump over it. He would have to climb, giving Sati and him the crucial seconds needed to catch up and mount an attack. The Naga came to the same realisation as well. As he neared the wall, he pirouetted on his heels, hands reaching to his sides, drawing out two swords.

The sword in his right hand was a traditional long sword, glinting in the evening sun. The one in his left, a short sword with a strange double blade mounted on a central pivot at the hilt.

Shiva pulled his shield forward as he neared the Naga. Sati attacked the Naga from his right. The Naga swung the long sword hard, forcing Sati to step back.

With Sati on the back foot, the Naga swerved with his left hand, making Shiva duck to avoid a strike. The Naga, however, effortlessly stepped back, avoiding the strike, while thrusting forward with his short sword, putting Shiva on the back foot.

The Neelkanth had to quickly swing his shield up to deflect the blow. Sati again moved forward, her sword forcing the Naga back. Reaching behind with her left hand, she pulled out a knife and threw it.

The Naga bent his head at the exact moment, letting the knife sail harmlessly into the wall. Shiva and Sati were yet to get a single strike on the Naga, but he was progressively being forced to retreat. It was a matter of time before he would be pinned against the wall.

By the Holy Lake, I finally have him. And then, the Naga swung ferociously with his left hand. The sword was too short to reach Shiva and it appeared to be a wasted manoeuvre. Shiva pushed forward, confident he would strike the Naga on his torso. But the Naga swung back, this time his thumb pressing a lever on the pivot of the short sword. One of the twin blades suddenly extended beyond the length of the other, doubling the reach of the sword.

The blade cut Shiva on his shoulder. Its poisoned edge sent a jolt of electricity through his body, immobilising him. Moments before the impact, the Naga dropped his long sword, causing Sati to lurch, her sword slipping out of her hand as she struggled to regain her balance. He had noticed what Sati had forgotten.

The knife Sati had flung at the Naga, when he had been discovered hiding behind a tree at the Ramjanmabhoomi temple, was tied to his right hand. Sati realised her mistake too late. But the Naga pulled his hand back at the last moment. What would have been a lethal blow turned into a surface wound, running a trickle of blood. The Naga jabbed Sati hard with his left elbow, breaking her nose and knocking her down.

With both his enemies immobilised, the Naga quickly flicked his long sword up with his right foot. He swung both his weapons into their scabbards, eyes still on Shiva and Sati. The Naga then jumped high, holding the top of the wall behind him with his hands. Sati was clutching her abdomen. The Naga frowned, for the wound was just a surface nick. Then his eyes flashed wide. She is carrying a baby. The Naga crunched his immense stomach, pulling his legs up in one smooth motion, soaring over the wall.

Sati looked up, blood running down her nose and her eyes ablaze with fury. He clambered quickly over. Sati tried to follow. Shiva landed on the other side on a crowded street. He saw the Naga at a far distance, still running hard. Shiva started sprinting after the Naga. But he knew the battle was already lost. He was too far behind. He now hated the Naga more than ever.

The tormentor of his wife! The killer of his brother! The Naga was running towards a horse tied outside a shop. In an inconceivable movement, he leapt up high, his right hand stretched out. As the Naga landed smoothly on top of the horse, the knife in his right hand slickly cut the reins, freeing the tethered horse.

The rearing of the startled horse had caused the reins to fly back. The Naga effortlessly caught them in his left hand.

The force of the blow caused the horseman to stagger, falling flat on his back. The horseman looked at Shiva, scared into silence at seeing his blood—streaked body. Shiva bent down to pick up the object that the Naga had thrown at the horseman. It was a pouch, made of the most glorious silk he had ever seen.

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Shiva opened the pouch tentatively, expecting a trap, but it contained coins. He pulled one out, surprised to see that it was made of gold. There were at least fifty coins. He turned in the direction that the Naga had ridden. What kind of a demon is he? He steals the horse and then leaves enough gold to download five more! He pulled out two gold coins from his own pouch and gave it to the horseman, who, thanking his stars for a truly lucky day, quickly escaped.

Shiva turned back and saw Sati resting against the wall, holding her head up, pressing her nose hard. He walked up to her. Your shoulder? It looks bad. Sati frowned and shook her head. She took a closer look at the coin.

It had the face of a strange man with a crown on his head. Strange, because unlike a Naga, he had no deformity. It had a small symbol of a horizontal crescent moon. But the bizarre part was the network of lines running across the coin. Two crooked lines joined in the middle in the shape of an irregular cone and then they broke up into a spidery network. But what do these lines symbolise?

But he did know one thing clearly. His gut instinct was unambiguous. Find the Nagas. They are your path to discovering evil. You led us to our greatest victory. Now we have to finish the job. The evil Chandravanshi way of life has to end and these people have to be brought to our pure Suryavanshi ways. I understand now that my mission is different.

Nandi and Veerbhadra stood further away, on guard but listening in avidly. The only one as angry as Daksha was Bhagirath, the crown prince of Ayodhya. We are not evil! He speaks before he thinks. You said your mission is different. How can Ayodhya help? He turned towards Dilipa. But there are some in your empire who are.

I want to know how to reach those people. He would be able to answer your questions. But the entry of any foreign person, including us, is banned in that strange but very rich kingdom. Sometimes, I actually think the Brangas pay tribute to my empire only to keep us from entering their land, not because they are scared of being defeated by us in battle.

How is that possible? They pay Ayodhya a tribute because we defeated them in battle through the great Ashwamedh yagna. If a king stops the horse, we battle, defeat and annexe that territory. So we are more like a confederacy of aligned kings rather than a fanatical empire like Meluha. Where is the Royal Dharma in that? By what right? People should be allowed to do whatever they wish. Seeing a much more confident Shiva, not just accepting, but living his role as the Neelkanth.

For that, he needed the faith that the Swadweepans had in the Neelkanth. It is the only kingdom in Swadweep that the Brangas deign to trade with. Furthermore, there are many refugees from Branga settled in Kashi. You said Branga was a rich land. Very few people can be certain about what goes on in Branga!

But the King of Kashi would certainly have better answers. Should I summon him here, My Lord? Sati suddenly piped up as a thought struck her and turned towards Dilipa.

Her voice was nasal due to the bandage on her nose. But where exactly is Branga? He turned to Sati, smiling. Sati smiled back. They are rivers!

Shiva reached into his pouch and pulled out the coin he had recovered from the Naga and showed it to Dilipa. But these coins are rare. The Brangas never send tribute in coins, only in gold ingots.

The Chandravanshis certainly know how to savour the finer things in life. The marijuana was working its magic on him. The two friends were on a small hill outside Ayodhya, enjoying the evening breeze. The view was stunning. The gentle slope of the grassy hill descended into a sparsely forested plain, which ended in a sheer cliff at a far distance.

The tempestuous Sarayu, which had cut through the cliff over many millennia, flowed down south, rumbling passionately. The sun setting gently beyond the horizon completed the dramatic beauty of the tranquil moment.

Shiva winked at Veerbhadra before taking a deep drag. He knew Daksha was unhappy about his changed stance on the Chandravanshis. And as he himself did not want any distractions while searching for the Nagas, he had hit upon an ingenious compromise to give Daksha a sense of victory and yet keep Dilipa happy as well. Shiva had decreed that Daksha would henceforth be known as Emperor of India. His name would not only be taken first during prayers at the royal court at Devagiri, but also at Ayodhya.

Thus Daksha had at least one of his dreams fulfilled: Being Emperor of India. Content, Daksha had returned to Devagiri in triumph. The ever pragmatic Dilipa was delighted that despite losing the war with the Suryavanshis, for all practical purposes, he retained his empire and his independence. That was brilliant.

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May have worked too, but for the valour of Drapaku. If he had done that, we would not have discovered the troop movement. Our delayed response would have ensured that we would have lost the war.

And therefore, not by most Swadweepan kings or generals either. They believed he would have taken the soldiers, escaped to Ayodhya and declared himself Emperor. Why does Dilipa not trust his own son? It was said that because he took a hundred thousand soldiers away, they lost the war.

Shiva and Veerbhadra looked up to see a rider galloping away, while his companion, lagging far behind, was screeching loudly: Somebody help, Prince Bhagirath! A near certain death. Shiva jumped onto his horse and charged towards him with Veerbhadra in tow. It was a long distance, but the gentle slope helped Shiva and Veerbhadra make up the expanse quickly. He was impressed that Bhagirath seemed calm and focussed, despite facing a life threatening situation.

Bhagirath was pulling hard on his reins, trying to slow his horse down. But his action agitated the horse even further. It picked up more speed. All his training told him letting the reins go was the stupidest thing to do when a horse was out of control. Let it go! At this moment, his instinct told him to forget his training and trust this barbarian from Tibet.

Bhagirath let go. Much to his surprise, the horse immediately slackened. Shiva rode in close. Then he began to sing a strange tune. The horse gradually started calming down, reducing its speed to a canter. The cliff was coming close. Very close. The prince kept his control, staying on the horse, while Shiva kept singing. Slowly but surely, Shiva was gaining control.

Bhagirath and Shiva immediately dismounted as Veerbhadra rode in. Bhagirath turned back to Shiva, frowning. Bhagirath was shocked. The inference was obvious.

Shiva pulled the nail out, handing it to Bhagirath. Are you all right? Tell him that the Neelkanth has yet to see a man with greater control over an animal, even when the odds were stacked so desperately against him. Tell him the Neelkanth requests the honour of Prince Bhagirath accompanying him to Kashi. This was probably the only way of keeping Bhagirath safe from the unknown threat to his life. The companion immediately went down on his knee.

He had come across people who plotted against him, people who took credit for his ideas, people who sabotaged him. But this This was unique. He turned to his companion. But blood justifies her actions. Even if it is to take my own life. I am not about to ask you to commit suicide right after having worked strenuously to save your life. Sit beside me. The sound carries a little better there!

Shiva had made him in-charge of the expedition to Kashi. Parvateshwar, with his typical Suryavanshi efficiency, had seen to the arrangements within a week. The contingent was to travel east down the Sarayu on royal boats, to the city of Magadh, where the river merged into the mighty Ganga.

From there, they would turn west to sail up the Ganga to Kashi, the city where the supreme light shines. Parvateshwar had been inundated with inane requests from some of the Ayodhya nobility who were taking the opportunity to travel with the Neelkanth.

He did plan to honour some strange appeals, like one from a superstitious nobleman who wanted his boat to leave exactly thirty two minutes after the beginning of the third prahar. Others he had flatly refused, such as a request from another nobleman for his boat to be staffed only by women. The General was quite sure that Anandmayi must also have some special arrangements she wanted made. Like carrying a ship hold of milk for her beauty baths!

The Captain was back shortly. You can look up. Anandmayi was lying on her stomach next to a picture window overlooking the royal gardens. Anandmayi only had one piece of cloth draped loosely from her lower back to her upper thighs.

The rest of her, a feast for his eyes. Parvateshwar blushed a deep red, his head bowed, eyes turned away. To Anandmayi, he appeared to be like the rare cobra male that bows his head to its mate at the beginning of their mating dance, as though accepting the superiority of its partner. It is allowed. It did not appear as though Anandmayi had misunderstood his intentions. A little further south down the Sarayu is the spot where Lord Ram had stopped with his Guru Vishwamitra and brother Lakshman on his way to slay the demon Tadaka.

It is the spot where Maharishi Vishwamitra taught Lord Ram the arts of Bal and Atibal, the fabled route to eternal good health and freedom from hunger and thirst. I would like to halt there and offer a puja to the Lord. I will make the arrangements. Would you need any special provisions? An honest heart is all that is needed for a prayer to reach the Lord.

He growled softly. She was not getting the reaction that she had desired. She sighed loudly and shook her head. What should have been a super-fast five ship convoy had turned into a lethargic fifty ship caravan. The straightforward Parvateshwar had found it difficult to deny the convoluted logic of the Chandravanshi nobility. Therefore, Shiva was delighted that Bhagirath had found an ingenious method to cut down the numbers. Craftily, he had suggested to one noble that he should rush to Kashi and set up a welcoming committee for the Neelkanth, and thus gain favour with the powerful Lord.

Seeing one noble hustle away, many others had followed, in a mad dash to be the first to herald the arrival of the Neelkanth at Kashi. Within hours, the convoy had been reduced to the size that Shiva desired. The puja platform had been set up some fifty metres from the riverbank. It was believed that anyone who conducted this prayer with full devotion would never be inflicted with disease. Others like Nandi, Veerbhadra, Drapaku, Krittika and the men of the joint Suryavanshi-Chandravanshi brigade sat a little further back.

The earnest Brahmin was reciting Sanskrit shlokas in the exact same intonations that had been taught to him by his Guru. Sati was uneasy. She had an uncomfortable feeling that someone was watching her. For some strange reason, she felt intense hatred directed at her. Along with that she also felt boundless love and profound sadness.

Confused, she opened her eyes. She turned her head to her left. Every single person had his eyes closed, in accordance with the guidelines of this particular puja. She then turned to the right and started as she saw Shiva gazing directly at her. Sati frowned at her husband, gesturing with her eyes that he should concentrate on his prayers. Shiva, however, pursed his lips together and blew her a kiss.

A startled Sati frowned even more. Her Suryavanshi sensibilities felt offended at such frivolous behaviour, which she considered a violation of the code. Shiva pouted like a spoilt child, closed his eyes and turned towards the fire.

Sati turned too, eyes closed, allowing herself a slight smile at the fact that she had been blessed with an adoring husband. But she still felt she was being watched. Stared at intently.

With his enemies out of sight, the Naga emerged from the trees. He walked briskly to the place where the Brahmin had just conducted the puja. He was followed by the Queen of the Nagas and a hundred armed men. They stopped at a polite distance from the Naga, leaving him alone. Karkotak, Prime Minister to the Queen of the Nagas, looked up at the sky, judging the time. Then he looked disconcertedly at the Naga in the distance. He wondered why the Lord of the People, as the Naga was referred to in his lands, was so interested in this particular puja.

The Lord had far greater powers and knowledge. Some even considered him better than the Naga Queen. She had to admit that her Prime Minister was right. The Nagas had to return to their capital quickly. There was little time to waste. The issue of medical support to the Brangas would come up again. She knew that the severe cost of that support was turning many Nagas against the alliance with the Brangas, especially the peace-loving ones who wanted to live their ostracised lives quietly, calling it a product of their bad karma.

And without the alliance, her vengeance was impossible. More importantly, she could not desert the Brangas in their hour of need when they had been unflinchingly loyal to her. On the other hand, she could not abandon her nephew, the Lord of the People. He was troubled; the presence of that vile woman had disturbed his usual calm demeanour. He was taking unnecessary risks. Like the idiotic attack on Sati and Shiva at the Ramjanmabhoomi temple. What if he had been killed?

Or worse, caught alive? He had justified it later as an attempt to draw Sati out of Ayodhya, as capturing her within the city was impossible. For what it was worth, he had succeeded in drawing her out on a voyage to Kashi. But she was accompanied by her husband and a whole brigade. It was impossible to kidnap her.

The Vasudevs Shivas philosopher guides betray his unquestioning faith as they take the aid of the dark side.

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Even the perfect empire, Meluha is riddled with a terrible secret in Maika, the city of births. Unknown to Shiva, a master puppeteer is playing a grand game. In a journey that will take him across the length and breadth of ancient India, Shiva searches for the truth in a land of deadly mysteries only to find that nothing is what it seems.

Fierce battles will be fought. Surprising alliances will be forged. Unbelievable secrets will be revealed in this second book of the Shiva Trilogy, the sequel to the 1 national bestseller, The Immortals of Meluha.

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Shiva Trilogy 2. Other Editions Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about The Secret of the Nagas , please sign up. Can I read it online.? Chandreyee Of course you can. As much as I wanted to see Shiva as the normal-guy-turned-hero, the whole special attention he gets as chosen one puts me off. What intrigues me abt the second book is the good vs evil discussion, would like to hear opinions about what the book discusses about evil should exist and should be balanced out at the right time?

See all 6 questions about The Secret of the Nagas…. Lists with This Book. This book is not yet featured on Listopia. Community Reviews. Showing Rating details. Sort order. It isn't often one comes across a book by an Indian author, with a sequel.

It is even rarer when the said sequel might just be better than its predecessor. Tripathi once again delves into Indian mythology and spins a fascinating tale around many of the names heard in tales told at our grandmothers' knees, portraying them as mere mortals. Last left, Shiva was about to launch an attack on the dreaded Nagas to avenge Brahaspathi's death. The book's blurb gives you enough indication, and then some, t It isn't often one comes across a book by an Indian author, with a sequel.

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The book's blurb gives you enough indication, and then some, that Shiva's plan might not be that easy to execute. His desire, and ours, for answers takes him all across India in this book, with the city in focus being Kashi.

I'll give the book this, the author has good command over the story and doesn't let it meander, with something or the other always afoot.

Filled with secrets, shocks and betrayal, this book is a page-turner from start to finish. The reveal of the Naga's identity was shocking, to say the least. The "secret" of the Nagas, however, was something I had long suspected so I wasn't blown away by the "cliff-hanger". As for that Master Pupeteer, I think it's view spoiler [Bhrigu hide spoiler ]. There's a suspicious character if there ever was one! But, the book is not perfect either.

Many issues are brought up and then never addressed again, or explained properly. Or this mysterious plague that seems to affect them, nothing is mentioned as to what it is or why it is happening or how it started and it is never brought up again after that chapter. Sati annoyed me a bit in this book. Anandamayi, however, was a delight to read about.

I couldn't help but grin every time that feisty, saucy girl sauntered onto the page! The author often uses the story to put forth his opinion on many issues - like Karma, ethics, consequentialism, existentialism and the balance of Good and Evil. Though it is clearly intended to make you think, sometimes it does get a bit too much.

I get that the author has tried to give the story as modern a take as possible, but I can't quite digest the fact that these people know of "radio waves" and "accumulator machines" OR that they say things like "You're a year old virgin?? Just me? But maybe that's just me. Go read. View all 43 comments. Soumya Shree. I feel like I just finished reading one of the Star Wars installments. With Shiva as Anakin, Sati as Padme, unexplored regions with strange inhabitants with secrets and continuous travels The book was just too formulaic.

That is not to say that it is not a good read - it is just that I was expecting the second book to be better than the first in some ways at least, and quite frankly, it is not. How Amish managed to construct a whole sequel on such a flimsy basic premise is beyond me. The entire series essentially boils down to single mythological point - the Shiva-Ganesh showdown - the entire story is an elaborate construct to lead towards that, which was disappointing, especially since that too never happens after all that buildup.

And the secret? It is just that Brihaspati is alive and working for the Nagas, which only means that the Nagas are on Shiva's side. Now that was obvious from the first book and was no "secret". That is too much to swallow even if we play along and accept his version of the Shiva myth hide spoiler ] Overall, the story is good, the new take is innovative and refreshing at times, but the narrative style, especially during the abundant action sequences is amateurish and repetitive.

Glibly written, without much attention to the nuances of the mythology or to known historic facts, the book still manages to be a good, smooth story. Easy to read and enjoy, it truly is an amar chitra katha in novel form as the cover proudly? While the book makes for a fun fast read, I cannot in good conscience recommend it without telling that anyone who picks up the book looking for literary enjoyment is going to be terribly disappointed, but if all that is needed is a way to pass a few hours, then it might be worth it.

Surely it will make a good movie someday, with the disappointing and predictable plot twists that is characteristic of most Bollywood movies. View 1 comment. The second novel in Amish's Shiva Trilogy series and it steals the show by revealing the most shocking yet pleasant tight-lipped remains of The Immortals Of Meluha. And it did not disappoint me, not even a bit of it. Shiva seeks justice for the death of his friend Brihaspathi, and as fate unfolds, he travels to Panchavat The second novel in Amish's Shiva Trilogy series and it steals the show by revealing the most shocking yet pleasant tight-lipped remains of The Immortals Of Meluha.

As the secrets are revealed, friends becomes foes and foes are categorized as alliances. Karthik and Ganesh are added into the story-line adding spices along with the usual ingredients, Sati, Veerbadhra, Krittika, Bagirath, Parvateswar, Suryavanshis, Chandravanshis and the Nagas. When the ultimate secret was revealed, i sat dumb-struck. All my guesses went in vain.

What really captivated me was that the secret itself was speaking about illusions or Maya. What intrigues me now to read "The Oath Of Vayuputras" is the secret that Krittika shares with Ayurvati and the secrets that the secret itself should reveal to Shiva.

Undoubtedly, this book has paved way for some grand magnificent ending to the story of the masculine tribal man, who elevated him self to be the MahaDev. Amish Tripathi, am certain that you are an sensation. I mean This book had been at the top of the list by The Telegraph I couldn't even read further than pages It seemed that the theory Amish Tripathi tried to write in his book wasn't quite clear to himself I mean they are supposed to be pandits, right??

I can't believe I lived through pages of this book View all 16 comments. I still maintain that this book is a great concept. Taking an Indian God like Shiva with multiple facets to his persona and coming up with such an elaborate tale takes a different kind of imagination. Having grown up hearing stories about Gods like Shiva, Vishnu, Rama, Krishna etc curiosity was the one thing that drew me towards the first book in the series.

But the curious thing about this book is that even though you want to be surprised and confronted with out of the world conspiracy theories I still maintain that this book is a great concept. But the curious thing about this book is that even though you want to be surprised and confronted with out of the world conspiracy theories with each turn of the page it is the very same predictability that keeps you hooked.

Be that in the case of Shiva's marriage, his friendship with Nandi, Bhagirath and Veerabhadra or any other stories associated with his myth, the fun part of the book is seeing how each story fit into place. For me this was the fun part but now that brings us to the next question. What about a person who has not yet heard of Shiva or his story? Will this person find the book enjoyable?

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This is not a book for such a person. In such a case the person tends to evaluate the book on the basis of the writing and that leaves much to be desired. Amish Tripathi is more of a conversationalist than a writer. His creative energy seems to be high when his characters are engaged in conversations but that doesn't also prevent his dialogues from being a little childish. All the philosophies about life, good and evil etc are engaging but it has a distinct Yoda to Skywalker kind of conversation aura that you learn nothing new from the venture.

One thing I did find odd though was the ease with which people fall at the feet of Shiva.

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He is supposed to be an ordinary man in this book. But that promise is not delivered, it seems Shiva became a legend because he was already a legend which doesn't make the slightest sense. Also even the strongest opposition is won over by Shiva's humility, without even a second thought.

The constant reference to India is also nerve racking as there was no India at that time and that undermines much of the credibility in this story. The story however is more or less the same. We have Shiva who is prophesied as the destroyer of evil but having trouble understanding the true evil. Since the Chandravanshi threat has been taken care of the only thing that can now be considered evil is the feared Nagas.

But are the Nagas truly evil or are they just misunderstood?. As Shiva searches for answers he comes across shocking revelations that may change everything. Even though "The Secret of the Nagas" try to bring as many twist and turns as possible to the story you can smell all the big twists from a mile away so these twists are not the highlight of this book.

So don't expect to be surprised, what you can expect however is an enjoyable read which keeps your attention despite the flaws. Hate is just love gone bad. The actual opposite of love is apathy. Just apathy. It hurts me that I cannot give this book a better rating. All things considered, The Secret of the Nagas deserves at least a three, for the sheer ingenuity of its concept. But my ratings are always based on how intensely a book affects me, and as frustrating as it is to admit, this book did not affect m 2.

But my ratings are always based on how intensely a book affects me, and as frustrating as it is to admit, this book did not affect me in any way. I tried; I really, truly tried. Considering how disappointing the first book was, I kept my expectations low this time around. I hoped that would make me like this book better than its predecessor.

And I always suspected Brahaspati was alive, since his body was never found. Also, I could never really picture this in my head. And when Kartik is born and Shiva picks up Ayurvati in his arms and swings her in a circle The imagination gone into crafting this story is spectacular. Besides, The Shiva Trilogy is multitudes above the insipid, tacky love-stories that so many Indian authors regularly churn out.

And for that alone, it at least deserves to be read. If only the writing were as exciting View all 6 comments. Amazing Read Mr Amish starts with a basic idea of 'what if our gods were humans, albeit with super strength and long lives, in the past whose history has now become steeped with myths and legends