Avishi by Saiswaroopa Iyer

Long before the times of Draupadi and Sita
Immortalised in the hymns of the Rig Veda
But largely forgotten to the memory of India
Is the Warrior Queen with an iron leg, Vishpala
Brought up in the pristine forest school of Naimisha, Avishi reaches the republic of Ashtagani in search of her destiny. When Khela, the oppressive King of the neighbouring Vrishabhavati begins to overwhelm and invade Ashtagani, Avishi rises to protect her settlement. But peril pursues her everywhere.
Separated from her love, her settlement broken, with a brutal injury needing amputation of her leg, can Avishi overcome Khela?
Read an Excerpt
“I am the Queen! This will be my throne!” The seven-year-old chirped leaping from the middle of the porch towards the broken mortar which served as a mock throne. “You will be my guard!”
“Guard?” the man pondered scratching his unkempt beard.
“No.” He shook his head and smiled seeing her indignant eyes. “I will be the Queen’s elephant.” He beamed.
Sukratu stepped out of the house to see his daughter in action, perching herself on the tramp Loha’s back, pretending in all earnestness that he was her elephant. He smiled and was about to set out for his duty as the night guard of the King. A sudden lightning appeared in the eastern skies. Sukratu had barely walked a few paces when a deafening thunder made him instinctively turn towards home. He heaved a sigh, finding Loha shielding the girl as if he would, his own child.
“Father, don’t go.” The girl pleaded.
Sukratu smiled and shifted his gaze towards the sky. He saw dark clouds loom over the city. The monsoon winds had started to make their presence felt. He had to reach the palace soon. “Isn’t my little Queen brave?” He called out.
The girl nodded. He saw the fear fade. From her eyes. From her heart. She knew she was the queen! Pride filled his heart. His mind ached to stay home but duty beckoned. Tearing his gaze away from the one he treasured the most in his life, braving the drizzle that would soon turn into a storm, he unwillingly walked towards the King’s residence. Sukratu’s house was in the third ring of the concentric structure of Vrishabhavati. In the centre, was the structure, that served as the residence of the king and as the centre of all trade activity of the city. Here no wealth or goods could change hands without the king’s knowledge and approval. The residences of the noblemen formed the two rings around it. The guards and soldiers forming the outermost circle with the citizens living around them.
As per the protocol, Sukratu approached General Ugra’s residence quite ahead of his reporting time— an hour before the moonrise. He walked into the empty courtyard. But the rain made it impossible for him to stand there any longer. He knocked at the giant wooden door fervently. The doors creaked as a strange woman clad in a dark indigo garment opened them and glared at him with a frown on her forehead.
General Ugra, Sukratu knew was never faithful to one woman. His superior’s romantic exploits were not his concern either. But something about the woman at the door disconcerted him. “Please let General Ugra know that…”
“He has already left for the palace!” The woman frowned before attempting to shut the door.
“What? How ca…” Sukratu’s words hung in air as the door slammed on his face and the woman disappeared from his line of vision all of a sudden. Something did not feel right. He knocked at the door again. Firmly this time, as though seeking answers. Any change in the reporting time would have been announced the day before and he remembered that nothing of the sort had happened. His knocks went unanswered. Frowning and muttering under his breath, Sukratu hurried towards an empty cowshed three houses away from Ugra’s place hoping to catch his companions who he knew would be equally surprised.
The first to arrive was Khela, the eighteen-year-old guard, holding a metal shield above his head. The newest addition to the King’s guard, Khela was related to General Ugra and Sukratu felt that his position in the King’s guard was largely a result of undue favours that Ugra showered upon an otherwise impudent boy.
“Sukratu! By the great Varuna, I should have come to you earlier!” Khela hurried towards him. Pausing for breath, he added. “Our platoon has been given a relief tonight! It was a sudden decision and I personally informed all the others.”
“Relief for tonight? That happens only when…”
“Our guarding hours change from night to day!” Khela completed in a hurry. “Now, come with me.” He turned towards the western direction and the javelin he held started to sway dangerously and came close to grazing Sukratu’s arm.
The older guard’s instincts made him dodge the cut. “Where?” Sukratu hissed, visibly annoyed, first with the fact that he was kept in dark about the change in guarding hours and then about Khela’s irreverent behaviour. “And watch who your weapon hurts, boy.”
Khela shrugged and changed the position of his weapon. “We are now going to the place.” He winked, stretching his hand in the direction. “Follow me, this is the only night we get to have some fun.”
Sukratu did not move. The place he knew implied the tavern where wine was served. “We cannot drink tonight, Khela. When do we have to report tomorrow? By sunrise?”
“You ask too many questions. The rest of us are there too!”
“That does not answer my question.”
“Well, I don’t know, and I don’t care to. The palace is paying for the wine. Are you coming or not?”
The last sentence sounded more like a threat than an invite. Sukratu had all the mind to give the youth a piece of his mind and storm back home. His daughter would be overjoyed to see him before she went to sleep. It gnawed at Sukratu’s heart every day to leave her under the care of Loha— the tramp who had begged him for shelter about six months ago and then became a part of his life. The girl liked him instantly and had begged Sukratu to let Loha live with them and he, despite his misgivings about the tramp’s origins and his unkempt appearance, could not refuse his only daughter. Over time, Sukratu felt grateful for Loha’s company. Now his daughter did not have to be all by herself every night. The guard’s home would have been unguarded if not for that stranger. Sukratu brushed aside these thoughts and had almost decided to go home when the thought of meeting other senior guards and clarifying the confusion struck him. He followed Khela’s lead, making no attempt to hide his displeasure.
When they reached the tavern, Sukratu to his dismay, found many of his brothers in arms deeply drunk. “When did they reach here and when did they…”
“Quite some time before. I just forgot to tell you in advance!”
Sukratu’s eyes scrutinized the men and women of the tavern who were serving wine to the guards. There were no other citizens or travellers in the tavern.
“Just for us, the whole night!” Khela said as if reading his thoughts, bringing him an earthen goblet.
The older guard accepted the goblet taking his first sip with a sense of foreboding.
“Where were you all the time, old friend?” The voice belonged to Tunga one of the senior guards in the platoon.
The grin on his friend’s face brought a smile to Sukratu’s lips. “Tunga, what is this about the sudden change in our guarding hours?”
“The King… that imbecile, has finally remembered that we are human too!” Tunga guffawed, emptying his goblet, waving vigorously at a woman of the tavern who obliged with a seductive wink.
She approached them, skilfully distributing her attention between both the men, winking at Tunga and pouting her lips at Sukratu. Her brows rose at Sukratu’s filled cup. “Don’t keep the Sura nor this Sundari waiting, my love…” Serving Tunga his wine, she placed her fingers upon Sukratu’s shoulders, digging her nails into his skin for a moment locking her gaze with his and turned around swiftly, letting her light upper garment rest on his face for a fleeting moment.
It was a wilful invitation and Sukratu knew it. His attention though was caught by the colour of the garment. The Indigo hued garment! All the women of the tavern wore clothes of the same colour. So did the woman he saw in General Ugra’s house! Was Ugra at home while the woman lied that he was at the palace? If the General and the whole platoon of the night guard were lying down drunk, who was minding the security of the King? Sukratu looked at the rest of the guards. No one seemed sober enough to talk. The only sober man Khela had disappeared!
“By the great Varuna!” Sukratu exclaimed aloud and rushed out, pushing the woman who tried to stop him away.
He raced to the King’s residence, as fast as his legs could carry him. The huge wooden gates of the structure were closed and secured from inside. The rain lashed drowning his cries. Misgivings regarding the King’s welfare made him shudder. He had to meet General Ugra. Something told him that the General had his own reasons to send the whole platoon of guards to enjoy a drunk night. He was a guard who had sworn to protect the King with his life. The general owed him an answer. Sukratu rushed to General Ugra’s house determined to confront him.
That, Sukratu realized was the biggest mistake of his life.
At the gates of the general’s residence he saw a familiar figure hurrying out of his house, a heavy bundle on his shoulders. “General Ugra!” he called out, feeling relieved.
The figure started, and the bundle fell to the ground. Sukratu came to a sudden halt as he realized it wasn’t a bundle after all, but a blood-drenched corpse. A stroke of lightning from the sky revealed the face and the very familiar greying curls. Sukratu froze for a long moment before he could speak.
 “K… King…”
Something hit him on the head even before he could utter the name. Sukratu staggered, reeling at the impact, clutching at his long sword in a vain attempt to defend the next move.
“Finish him!” The General shout behind him.
Before he turned around, Sukratu felt the cold metal tear into his back. Lightning struck revealing the contours of the person. Khela! The javelin stabbed him again. Thunder drowned his screams. Falling to the ground with the weapon still stuck to his back, Sukratu lifted his sword and managed to slash Khela’s palm though the latter, unlike him was vigilant and alert. Crawling away from the menacing duo, knowing very well that he could not last more than a few moments, Sukratu’s thoughts, went to his innocent daughter. She would now languish as an orphan remaining in dark about the monsters who killed her father. Or would they kill her too?
Sukratu would never know.
About the Author:
Saiswaroopa is an IITian and a former investment analyst turned author. Her keen interest in ancient Indian history, literature and culture made her take to writing. Her debut novel Abhaya, set in the times of Mahabharata was published in 2015. Avishi, her second novel set in Vedic India explores the legend of India’s first mentioned female warrior queen Vishpala. She holds a certificate in Puranas from Oxford Centre for Hindu Studies. She is also trained in Carnatic Classical music and has won a state level gold medal from Tirumala Tirupati Devasthanams. 



Random Musings- Part 42: On Approaching Shastra

A few musings on how to approach a Shastra. While the role and importance of #Guru is well recognized and upheld in #Hindu tradition, it is often that we do not understand the full implication of what a Shastra is. A Shastra is often reduced to a mere text, just a piece of writing by some scholar, like the papers academics write today. But, a Shastra is not just a text, not just a piece of paper. Shastra embodies in itself Vidya, not mere information. It is the manifestation of Guru Tattva in the form of words.

Take Manu Smriti, for example, it is not just some text written by some x y z, it is not a mere recording of social happenings, it is not a text written out of malice. It is a Dharma-Shastra, which embodies within it the Dharma-Tattva. Maharishi Manu may not be with us in a visible form today, but the essence of his being, in the form of this Vidya on Dharma is embedded into Manu Smriti. The Guru Tattva of Manu lives on in the words that constitute Manu Smriti.

It is for this reason, our tradition has cultivated the practice of doing Parayana. We do Parayana or devotional reading of Ramayana, of texts written by our Acharyas etc. because, the Guru Tattva is embedded into the text, it enlivens the text, makes the text a living manifestation. Even a person who may not be ready to understand the philosophy or tenets expounded in a text, a Parayana of the text with Shraddha, allows one to access the Guru Tattva, the blessings of the Guru who composed the text, the Parampara which has preserved it and this imparts Chitta-Shuddhi.

No true understanding of Shastra is possible without Shraddha- Shraddha in the text and Shraddha in the Guru who composed it.

Random Musings- Part 41: On Cows & Bulls!

Just as Dharma is compared to a Bull, the mother earth, the nature is compared to a Cow. And this Bull of Dharma looses one leg with each passing Yuga and stands on one leg alone in Kaliyuga. Correspondingly, the Cow, which denotes Bhoomi Devi, is subjected to more and more abuse, exploitation and harassment.

Should we then understand that by hurting cows, the manifestation of mother earth, by slaughtering them, eating them, we are committing a far greater Adharma than what we understand? Are we committing Matru-Hatya by committing Go-Hatya? That too of the Mother Earth, the nature which nourishes everything and not just a human mother? Is “cow” an important link in the ecological balance, we are yet to realize? And since, Mother is considered the first Guru, we are also guilty of “Guru Hatya”!

New Book “Musings on Hinduism”

My new book “Musings on Hinduism” is now available for purchase both as Paperback and as Kindle E-book.

The book includes a number of my writings on a variety of topics, especially related to General Hinduism, Vedanta, and Challenges facing Hindu society. It also includes a translation and commentary on few Hindu texts.


Book: Musings on Hinduism

Author: Nithin Sridhar

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Excerpt from a review on Amazon: “The author has started with simplification of the difficult ‘Vedanta’ definition down to translation of select Sanskrit verses, and miscellaneous musings on popular misconceptions. To a lay reader, this presents a highly readable medley of the author’s perceptions that are culled from authentic texts.”

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Random Musings-Part 40: Notes on Shiva

By Nithin Sridhar
1. #Shiva means “auspiciousness” or mangala. But, what is mangala? That without duality is mangala.
2. Duality implies incompleteness and hence inauspisiousness. Hence, #Shiva is one who is non-dual truth.
3. The world, which is rooted in duality of subject and object implies incompleteness, because both cannot exist without the other.
4. And because of this incompleteness, world is forever changing, ever trying to reach perfection but not attaining it.
5. As a result, this world born of Avidya, is filled with misery. There is Sukha, there is Duhkha, but there is no Ananda.
6. Thus, the world is not auspicious. The opposite is #Shiva, Brahman who is birthless, changeless Sat-chit-ananda which is always mangala
7. But, is world separate from Shiva ultimetely? Can world have any existance without Brahman? Answer is No
8. Brahman alone exist and it is Brahman which appears as world through its #Shakti also called Maya.
9. Thus, #Shiva and #Shakti are inseparable whole. #Shiva is shaktiman with Shakti and is shava without Shakti.
10. It is this Shiva, this Brahman, which appears as #Shiva of Trimurti overseeing destruction.
11. It is this #Shiva, who appears as as #Mahakala causing dissolution, as #Dakshinamurthy granting liberation
12. As #Dakshinamurthy, Shiva is Guru, Ishwara and Atman and hence, denotes the most auspicious of all forms of #Shiva.

Book Announcement: Sri Dakshinamurthy: Guru, Ishwara, and Atman

I am happy to announce that I have published my 2016 essay on Dakshinamurthy as ebook on Amazon Kindle. The book explores the various facets of the Hindu deity Sri Dakshinamurthy, who is not only worshiped as the First Guru, but also as the One, who imparts all knowledge through the medium innumerable number of human Gurus. The essay particularly focuses on the facet of Sri Dakshinamurthy as a Guru, as Ishwara, and as Atman. It is a must read for those interested to explore the importance of Guru tradition and the connection between Guru and Ishwara in Hindu tradition.

Indian Edition (Ebook)- https://www.amazon.in/dp/B01MU61Z0R

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A Dharmic resolution for New Year

Nithin Sridhar

Though Hindu traditions celebrate the New Year at different dates based on geographical locations, and the calendars followed there, since, the adoption of the Gregory Calendar after Independence, January 1st has been observed as the beginning of the New Year for all secular purposes. And just as we have adopted this new calendar for counting the days, many of us have also adopted the western tradition of making New Year resolutions.

This does not mean that the concept of “resolution” itself is alien to Hindu traditions. Everyday people make new resolutions, start new initiatives, and decide what to do next. From as simple and secular an activity to decide, say purchase a particular cushion cover to celebrating festivals and performing Pujas for spiritual elevation, every action is rooted in mental resolution that a particular action must be performed. In the technical Hindu terminology, action is a Karma and performance of an action is the application of Kriya Shakti. This performance is in-turn rooted in mental resolution, called as Sankalpa, which involves exertion of Iccha-Shakti or will-power. In many ways, this Sankalpa is root of all life and that is why every spiritual action, be it Puja, Homa, meditation, or Svadhyaya (Self-study of scriptures) invariably starts with a Sankalpa, which usually involves an appeal to the divinity to become pleased with us and fulfill all our desires.

The New Year resolutions that people usually take range from as simple as deciding to read some books and reducing one’s weight to more substantial like getting a promotion or purchasing a house. Whether people follow it up with action till the end, or leave it mid-way is a different issue and leaving mid-way may show how their Iccha and Kriya Shakti may have been weak. But, the important point to note is, most of these resolutions could be categories into Kama and Artha, i.e. those related to mundane pleasures and mundane prosperity. A Hindu must ask himself or herself, what about Dharma?

Hindu worldview posits four goals of life: Dharma, Artha, Kama, and Moksha. Though, Moksha could be attained only at the end of the journey over many lives, to even reach that stage one must first practice the first three sincerely. Dharma has been translated variously as duty, law, righteousness, religion, etc. But, at its essence, it means “that which upholds all life”. Each individual must ask himself/herself, what is it that upholds him/her? What defines them as individual? Is it their name, family, or the possessions, which define them? Or is there a purpose in life, which would define them? Hindu scriptures call this “purpose of life” unique to each individual as Svadharma. We may understand it as pursuance of “Self-Actualization”- the actualization on the ground of the full potential of an individual.

Without aligning one’s desires for pleasures and prosperity with one’s journey towards self-actualization, one would end up unfulfilled and discontent. The life becomes wasted, a step back in the journey towards ultimate Moksha, for without self-actualization, there is no self-realization. Thus, it becomes imperative for every Hindu to take a Dharmic resolution this New Year to look inside and work towards their self-actualization. The starting steps may be as simple as say, joining a guitar class or picking up a self-learning guide to learn Sanskrit. As long as the resolution is aligned to your inner-calling, you are on the right path.

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