July 18, 2013

Finishing a good book, or in this case a rather awesome trilogy is strangely disconcerting. As some of you may know, I've been hooked to the Shiva Trilogy written by Indian author Amish Tripathi that chronicles the life of (you-guessed-it) Shiva the Mahadev.  The book is organized in three volumes of increasing thickness and is an action-packed and imminently readable jaunt down the rich river of Indian mythology. Following the awesomeness of the Palace of Illusions (a great book, and a feminist read on the Mahabharat), this particular set of books was recommended to me by a friend as 'India's newest craze'. And I promise you that it does not disappoint.

But back to when a good book finishes. When you finally turn that last page, put down the novel and take a deep breath you have mixed feelings. On one hand you are happy-sad-upset-elated at the climax scene. Things either went-exactly-as-you-wanted-them-to or nothing-worked-out-as-you-had-hoped. In either case something noteworthy has happened that you are still mulling about in your head. Naturally the book has given you something to ruminate over for a while, and you welcome the food for thought. At the same time, you are also aware of a strange-sort-of-emptiness. For days you have been ignoring the world as large, strategically freeing up hours of time (early morning, mid-evening, late-at-night) to have this book take you into a completely different realm populated by men-who-are-gods (or-gods-who-are-men). You realize that as you read the-end, there is no more escapism to the land of Shiva. You also realize that the story of the man you have developed quite-a-big-crush-on is over, and for-all-intents-and-purposes, he is now out of your life. And that not waking up to Shiva is a little heartbreaking.

Because if you are anything like me on the reader-spectrum, you get invested in the books you read. Enter a whole new world, and become friends with all the characters. The longer the book and the more time you have to get to know them, the more of an opinion you have on all the people you meet. And you want-certain-things-for-them (or not) with the same kind of enthusiasm you reserve for your own life. Which translates, unfortunately, into this funny discontent when the book finally ends, as if you suddenly have no one left to talk to. Or no-one talking to you, rather. Which sucks, because as the reader knows, I'm somewhat 'touchy' about the subject of lost friends aaj-kal!

So there you have it. No more Shiva means a disconsolate-me with room for a whole new (book-ish) obsession.

Recommendations, anybody?


Anonymous said...

Sigh I know the feeling, sucks when it ends. Where did you buy this from btw?

Xeb said...

India. Only the first book (Immortals of Meluha) is available internationally. The rest are being sold in India only, right now. But I think e-books might be available.

Anonymous said...

Mritunjay by Shivaji Sawant - written in autobiographical form about Karna The eldest Pandav and friends of Kauravas and the most intriguing character of mahabharata.