My story is based on a possibility of a question which occurred to me nearly five years ago. What would happen if the poison inside Lord Shiva’s throat, the famed Visha released after the Samudra-manthan, found itself on Earth? With its help the Asuras could plan to usurp the Devas to establish their dominance. With the help of the Visha the Asuras could combat the effects of the immortality provided by the Amruth, a counterpart, to the Devas thus laying siege on the entire cosmos. The only other way to stop the fall of Devlok is to wage a war against their enemies on neutral ground, which happens to be earth.
The fictional story dives into the characters, their shortcomings and the story of how they overcame the unimaginable obstacles. These characters have their lives touched by the grace of the Gods. It shows another side to the Devas as well as the Asuras. There are neither fixed heroes nor villains here, but only a powerful story of misunderstanding and untamed forces of the universe. It shows the marvellous capabilities of us humans to dream and perform. It shows endless possibilities of our cultural heritage intertwining with the string of reality. I sincerely hope to captivate the audience into projecting the cultural heritage of our nation into the real world.
This work is purely a work of fiction and should be treated as such. This work is not intended nor created to mock or disgrace the Gods, whom I solemnly bow to at the end of the day. I also hope the audience will keep an open mind filled with imagination to savour this work for its ingenuity. I want to make sure that this work was never meant to hurt any sentiments; religious or moral. If I did, I sincerely apologize for it.
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Publication Year
2022 January
Number of Pages
168
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My name is Karan Mangeshkar, son of Gajanan and Kavita Madiwal and a proud elder brother to Kartik. It seems that the noble laureate Shri Rabindranath Tagore, when visiting his uncle, was taken aback by the beauty of a coastal town so much that he termed it as ‘the Kashmir of Karnataka’. I was truly blessed in being born and spending my early childhood in this marvellous jewel of a city. Most of my upbringing was in the state of Goa, north of this town. A state famed to be the apple of the eye of its Portuguese occupants, who still seemed to have left a substantial influence even after their departure. I was schooled in a Christian environment but was surrounded with people from diverse cultures, which fortunately imparted me with a sense of brotherhood. This also brought about in me a thirst to know more about the cultures, especially the myths and legends spread across them. I had to move for higher studies and exposure, to Moodbidri – a bustling town city thirty four kilometres from Mangalore city.