KURUKSHETRA - the third and the last series of the The Aryavrata Chronicles Trilogy. The first two books in this trilogy are Govinda and Kaurava
It really took lot of willpower to get invovled initially wiht the story and the writer's style. The book revolves around the war. The good part about the book is all the characters shown in the movie are projected in a Gray styled. Meaning, None of the characters told in the story are either projected in a negative or positive way. Even, Shikhandin who has feminine qualities is considered as great warrior.
To be frank, I am highly disappointed with the book, since its the same Mahabharata told in the different way so called creativity
If you are a die-hearted fan of Mahabharata, I am sure you won’t love this book. Its just the edited version of Mahabharata,
If you are not familiar with Mahabharata, you will be wondering whether you landed in the world of Latin and Greek. and my kind advice don't ever think of reading the book, if you have not read the previous two books.
Cons:
1. Complexity of the language.
2. The epic names has been changed.
Title: The Aryavrata Chronicles, Book 3 - Kurukshetra
Author: Krishna Udayasankar
Publisher: Hachette India
ISBN: 978-93-5009-718-2
Number of Pages: 427
Price: 350 [INR]
Genre: Mythofiction
Send an e-mail to deepika.tester@gmail.com with the subject "Request for Book Review" and I am happy to do it. Currently I am not accepting any e-copies to review.
Yamaraja calls out Chitragupta who tracks the human being actions of deeds and evils. Chitragupta calls out the first person and says, “Yama Raja. He has done lots of deeds to you. He is LitterEswaran and has littered India with all his saliva and paan. Bacteria and virus have spread a lot and killed many people. Most of your burden's of taking away people’s life has reduced. He in-fact played a vital role in reducing population and there by contributing more towards the family planning government program"
Yama feels happy and sends LitterEswaran to heaven. Chitragupta calls out second person and continues, "Yama Raja, he is Litterkumar and helped a lot in solving Cauvery Water Disputes. He has thrown lots of plastics into the river and have contaminated the water. Since the water is polluted, the Karnataka Government nor Tamilnadu Government never fought for the share of water later"
Yama again feels excited and sends Litterkumar to Heaven. There comes another person Litter-not-inghania, Chitragupta feels angry on seeing his profile. "Yama Rama, this guy Litter-not-inghania never littered so far. Because of him people ended up manufacturing dust-bins, that too 3 cycled disposable bins. Brooms, mops was also manufactured and thus he has caused a major financial loss to India."
Yama burst out into anger and sends Litter-not-inghania to HELL!!!
Wait. Did I have a hang over yesterday? What am I writing?Supporting Littering? Of course, there is one thing that makes me angry to the core. i.e Littering our Mother India. I hate people who spit and throw non-degradable plastics on the road. Whenever I see people littering, I could not control myself and convey them not to spit on road as much as politely I can. But do you know what kind of response I get from them?
“What’s your problem?”
“Fu** Off”
“Was it your road?”
“Mind your Business?”
"Its my mouth, My paan, I will do anything"
“unga appa pota road ah?” (Meaning – Was it constructed by your dad, to ask this?)
Okay, some people keep quite. But give the following expressions.
There is third category people too. Who don’t scold me in return; never show any off those faces too. But Push lot of saliva to the mouth and spit it with full force.
Most of the walls, Subways, Public Toilets are littered by people who chew paan and betel leaves. Only dog piss, when it sees a wall or pole. Are you worse than the dogs which have only five senses? Spitting it on seeing the walls and poles?
Three out of one bus are spoiled because of littering. They don’t care about the people on road. All they are concerned is to offer a free paan shower from inside the bus
No one loves to say, avoid me. But I do. Please avoid me. I never die so easily and if
you throw me on soil, I can easily migrate dangerous chloride, heavy
phthalates and contaminate the environment. - Plastics
Why don’t you consider me burying inside the soil rather
than spiting on walls? I am a good bio degradable item. - Paan
I am the Co-Founder of Bangalore-Hikers and never urge Smoking, chewing tobacco and alcohol consumption during the trekking. There is one more point, which I follow strictly. That is “No Littering”
Though every body knows, littering is not a correct thing. People love to do it. So, how to stop others from spitting?
I don't think so, on placing a board “Don’t spit Here" signs everywhere will help. Because you know what happens? People get curious to spit, whenever they see “Don’t spit Here board”, See what happens in the below picture.
When I saw the above The Great Indian Litterbug image, I was never surprised. Because I know there are lot of people who is thoughtless and insensitive and take these as their new resolution pledge too. So, how to deal with them? here are few tips to reduce littering.
When you find a person spitting on road, appreciate him.
“Wow, that’s a good spit. I simply love the color of your paan. I love the force you gave. It’s simply awesome. I need a favor from you. I hate a person. Can you please spit on him. Please…Please.. I will give you 20 rupees.”
Throw some sand on the place he Spitted and gave him a smile, which would embarrass him and the next time he may think before he spits.
Install announcement systems all over the places and the traffic police can appreciate the spitting people in mike.
"Hello Red shirt, standing with a yellow bag, scratching his head now. I appreciate you for spitting on the road. We are looking forward for more supports. We are in sort of paints, so I request you to eat more betel and paint the walls with your art. Keep Spitting. Keep littering!!!"
The people around him can clap for him and award him the most litter award.
P.S: Though this post is to write about in favor of Littering (humorous take on The Great Indian Litterbug! ), I willingly added the dangerous of Littering. I love my mother India and I respect it as my mother. So, till my last breath, I will fight against littering and will work for a clean India.
Deepika Muthusamy is an author, an ‘outdoorsy’ person, and a fitness enthusiast. Her passion for exploring new places, staying active, and living a healthy lifestyle is evident in her writing.
Her debut novel ‘Touch of Mist’ has been well-received by readers. The novel is a fictional love-story that explores the complexities of relationships and the power of love.
She is a Software Techie by profession and began her career with the IBM. Her expertise in technology has allowed her to create compelling characters and plotlines.
Deepika is also the co-founder of Bangalore Hikers and has organized several treks in and around Bangalore. Her experiences while traveling have provided inspiration for her writing and have helped her to create vivid, immersive settings for her articles.
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Reena was all set to swallow the entire bottle of tranquilizers not to just drown her sorrows, but to END her life. She took out her high-end cell phone and scrolled down through her contacts in search of any possible guidance. As it was already 2:00 a.m. she was hesitant to seek out help at this late hour. She stood near the window and gaped at the electrified snaky road which seemed to beckon her towards heaven – the ultimate peace. But, on second thought, it seemed as hollow and dark like her life. She dragged herself inside her master bed-room, slid open the wardrobe door and took out a wooden framed photograph, which was taken about 20 years ago. It was a memorable sight of her family, where her dad was giving her a piggyback ride. She caressed the photo lightly and breathed a morose sigh. Crystal tears rolled down her eyes and fell onto the photo frame. She wiped off the droplet that had blurred out her dad’s picture and started wondering, who would wipe her dad’s tears away after her death. Still, her thoughts selfishly and stubbornly remained in favor of her decision to commit suicide.
