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D itself that the several buildings in the fancied burial place of Mumtaz were seven storeyed and were so old that they were all leaking, while the dome had developed a crack on the northern side. Aurangzeb, therefore, ordered immediate repairs to the buildings at his own expense while recommending to the emperor that more elaborate repairs be carried out later. This is the proof that during Shahjahans reign itself that the Taj complex was so old as to need immediate repairs.

The ex-Maharaja of Jaipur retains in his secret personal KapadDwara collection two orders from Shahjahan dated Dec 18, bearing modern nos. That was so blatant a usurpation that the then ruler of Jaipur was ashamed to make the document public. The Rajasthan State archives at Bikaner preserve three other firmans addressed by Shahjahan to the Jaipurs ruler Jaisingh ordering the latter to supply marble for Mumtazs grave and koranic grafts from his Makranna quarris, and stone cutters.

Jaisingh was apparently so enraged at the blatant seizure of the Tajmahal that he refused to oblige Shahjahan by providing marble for grafting koranic engravings and fake centotaphs for further desecration of the Tajmahal.

Jaisingh looked at Shahjahans demand for marble and stone cutters, as an insult added to injury. Therefore, he refused to send any marble and instead detained the stone cutters in his protective custody.

The three firmans demanding marble were sent to Jaisingh within about two years of Mumtazs death. Had Shahjahan really built the Tajmahal over a period of 22 years, the marble would have needed only after 15 or 20 years not immediately after Mumtazs death. Moreover, the three mention neither the Tajmahal, nor Mumtaz, nor the burial. The cost and the quantity of the stone also are not mentioned. This proves that an insignificant quantity of marble was needed just for some supercial tinkering and tampering with the Tajmahal.

Even otherwise Shahjahan could never hope to build a fabulous Tajmahal by abject dependence for marble on a non cooperative Jaisingh. European Visitors Accounts Tavernier, a French jeweller has recorded in his travel memoirs that Shahjahan purposely buried Mumtaz near the Taz-i-Makan i. He also adds that the cost of the scaffolding was more than that of the entire work. The work that Shahjahan commissioned in the Tejomahalaya Shiva temple was plundering at the costly fixtures inside it, uprooting the Shiva idols, planting the centotaphs in their place on two stories, inscribing the koran along the arches and walling up six of the seven stories of the Taj.

It was this plunder, desecrating and plunderring of the rooms which took 22 years. He, therefore, confirms that that the Tajmahal had been a noteworthy building even before Shahjahan. De Laet, a Dutch official has listed Mansinghs palace about a mile from Agra fort, as an outstanding building of pre shahjahans time. Shahjahans court chronicle, the Badshahnama records, Mumtazs burial in the same Mansinghs palace. Bernier, a contemporary French visitor has noted that non muslims were barred entry into the basement at the time when Shahjahan requisitioned Mansinghs palace which contained a dazzling light.

Obviously, he reffered to the silver doors, gold railing, the gem studded lattice and strings of pearl hanging over Shivas idol.

Shahjahan comandeered the building to grab all the wealth, making Mumtazs death a convineant pretext. Johan Albert Mandelslo, who describes life in agra in only 7 years after mumtazs death in detail in his Voyages and Travels to West-Indies, published by John Starkey and John Basset, London , makes no mention of the Tajmahal being under constuction though it is commonly erringly asserted or assumed that the Taj was being built from to Sanskrit Inscription A Sanskrit inscription too supports the conclusion that the Taj originated as a Shiva temple.

Wrongly termed as the Bateshwar inscription currently preserved on the top floor of the Lucknow museum , it refers to the raising of a crystal white Shiva temple so alluring that Lord Shiva once enshrined in it decided never to return to Mount Kailash his usual abode. That inscription dated A. Historicians and Archeaologists have blundered in terming the insription the Bateshwar inscription when the record doesnt say that it was found by Bateshwar. It ought, in fact, to be called The Tejomahalaya inscription because it was originally installed in the Taj garden before it was uprooted and cast away at Shahjahans command.

A clue to the tampering by Shahjahan is found on pages , vol. Missing Elephants Far from the building of the Taj, Shahjahan disfigured it with black koranic lettering and heavily robbed it of its Sanskrit inscription, several idols and two huge stone elephants extending their trunks in a welcome arch over the gateway where visitors these days download entry tickets. An Englishman, Thomas Twinning, records pg. I here got out of the palanquine and.. Koranic Patches The Taj Mahal is scrawled over with 14 chapters of the Koran but nowhere is there even the slightest or the remotest allusion in that Islamic overwriting to Shahjahans authorship of the Taj.

Had Shahjahan been the builder he would have said so in so many words before beginning to quote Koran. That Shahjahan, far from building the marble Taj, only disfigured it with black lettering is mentioned by the inscriber Amanat Khan Shirazi himself in an inscription on the building. A close scrutiny of the Koranic lettering reveals that they are grafts patched up with bits of variegated stone on an ancient Shiva temple.

Carbon 14 Test A wooden piece from the riverside doorway of the Taj subjected to the carbon 14 test by an American Laboratory and initiated by Professors at Pratt School of Architecture, New York, has revealed that the door to be years older than Shahjahan,since the doors of the Taj, broken open by Muslim invaders repeatedly from the 11th century onwards, had to b replaced from time to time.

The Taj edifice is much more older. It belongs to A. Architectural Evidence Well known Western authorities on architechture like E. Havell, Mrs. Kenoyer and Sir W. Hunterhave gone on record to say that the TajMahal is built in the Hindu temple style. A central dome with cupolas at its four corners is a universal feature of Hindu temples.

The four marble pillars at the plinth corners are of the Hindu style. They are used as lamp towers during night and watch towers during the day. Such towers serve to demarcate the holy precincts. Hindu wedding altars and the altar set up for God Satyanarayan worship have pillars raised at the four corners. The octagonal shape of the Tajmahal has a special Hindu significance because Hindus alone have special names for the eight directions, and celestial guards assigned to them.

The pinnacle points to the heaven while the foundation signifies to the nether world. Hindu forts, cities, palaces and temples genrally have an octagonal layout or some octagonal features so that together with the pinnacle and the foundation they cover all the ten directions in which the king or God holds sway, according to Hindu belief. The Tajmahal has a trident pinncle over the dome. A full scale of the trident pinnacle is inlaid in the red stone courtyard to the east of the Taj.

The central shaft of the trident depicts a Kalash sacred pot holding two bent mango leaves and a coconut. This is a sacred Hindu motif. Identical pinnacles have been seen over Hindu and Buddhist temples in the Himalayan region. Tridents are also depicted against a red lotus background at the apex of the stately marble arched entrances on all four sides of the Taj.

People fondly but mistakenly believed all these centuries that the Taj pinnacle depicts a Islamic cresent and star was a lighting conductor installed by the British rulers in India. Contrarily, the pinnacle is a marvel of Hindu metallurgy since the pinnacle made of non rusting alloy, is also perhaps a lightning deflector.

That the pinnacle of the replica is drawn in the eastern courtyard is significant because the east is of special importance to the Hindus, as the direction in which the sun rises. The pinnacle figure on the ground does not have the word Allah. Inconsistencies The two buildings which face the marble Taj from the east and west are identical in design, size and shape and yet the eastern building is explained away by Islamic tradition, as a community hall while the western building is claimed to be a mosque.

How could buildings meant for radically different purposes be identical? This proves that the western building was put to use as a mosque after seizure of the Taj property by Shahjahan. Curiously enough the building being explained away as a mosque has no minaret. They form a pair af reception pavilions of the Tejomahalaya temple palace. A few yards away from the same flank is the Nakkar Khana alias DrumHouse which is a intolerable incongruity for Islam.

The proximity of the Drum House indicates that the western annex was not originally a mosque. Contrarily a drum house is a neccesity in a Hindu temple or palace because Hindu chores,in the morning and evening, begin to the sweet strains of music. The embossed patterns on the marble exterior of the centotaph chamber wall are foilage of the conch shell design and the Hindu letter OM. The octagonally laid marble lattices inside the centotaph chamber depict pink lotuses on their top railing.

The Lotus, the conch and the OM are the sacred motifs associated with the Hindu deities and temples. The spot occupied by Mumtazs centotaph was formerly occupied by the Hindu Teja Linga a lithic representation of Lord Shiva.

Around it are five perambulatory passages. Perambulation could be done around the marble lattice or through the spacious marble chambers surrounding the centotaph chamber, and in the open over the marble platform. It is also customary for the Hindus to have apertures along the perambulatory passage, overlooking the deity.

Such apertures exist in the perambulatories in the Tajmahal. The sanctom sanctorum in the Taj has silver doors and gold railings as Hindu temples have. It also had nets of pearl and gems stuffed in the marble lattices. It was the lure of this wealth which made Shahjahan commandeer the Taj from a helpless vassal Jaisingh, the then ruler of Jaipur.

Peter Mundy, a Englishman records in , within a year of Mumtazs death having seen a gem studded gold railing around her tomb. Had the Taj been under construction for 22 years, a costly gold railing would not have been noticed by Peter mundy within a year of Mumtazs death.

Such costl fixtures are installed in a building only after it is ready for use. This indicates that Mumtazs centotaph was grafted in place of the Shivalinga in the centre of the gold railings. Subsequently the gold railings, silver doors, nets of pearls, gem fillings etc. The seizure of the Taj thus constituted an act of highhanded Moghul robery causing a big row between Shahjahan and Jaisingh.

In the marble flooring around Mumtazs centotaph may be seen tiny mosaic patches. Those patches indicate the spots where the support for the gold railings were embedded in the floor.

They indicate a rectangular fencing. Above Mumtazs centotaph hangs a chain by which now hangs a lamp. Before capture by Shahjahan the chain used to hold a water pitcher from which water used to drip on the Shivalinga. It is this earlier Hindu tradition in the Tajmahal which gave the Islamic myth of Shahjahans love tear dropping on Mumtazs tomb on the full moon day of the winter eve.

Treasury Well Between the so-called mosque and the drum house is a multistoried octagonal well with a flight of stairs reaching down to the water level. This is a traditional treasury well in Hindu temple palaces. Treasure chests used to be kept in the lower apartments while treasury personnel had their offices in the upper chambers. The circular stairs made it difficult for intruders to reach down to the treasury or to escape with it undetected or unpursued.

In case the premises had to be surrendered to a besieging enemy the treasure could be pushed into the well to remain hidden from the conquerer and remain safe for salvaging if the place was reconquered. Such an elaborate multistoried well is superflous for a mere mausoleum. Such a grand, gigantic well is unneccesary for a tomb.

Burial Date Unknown Had Shahjahan really built the Taj Mahal as a wonder mausoleum, history would have recorded a specific date on which she was ceremoniously buried in the Taj Mahal. No such date is ever mentioned. This important missing detail decisively exposes the falsity of the Tajmahal legend.

Even the year of Mumtazs death is unknown. It is variously speculated to be , , or Had she deserved a fabulous burial, as is claimed, the date of her death had not been a matter of much speculation. In an harem teeming with women it was difficult to keep track of dates of death.

Apparently the date of Mumtazs death was so insignificant an event, as not to merit any special notice. Who would then build a Taj for her burial? Baseless Love Stories Stories of Shahjahans exclusive infatuation for Mumtazs are concoctions. They have no basis in history nor has any book ever written on their fancied love affairs. Those stories have been invented as an afterthought to make Shahjahans authorship of the Taj look plausible. Cost The cost of the Taj is nowhere recorded in Shahjahans court papers because Shahjahan never built the Tajmahal.

That is why wild estimates of the cost by gullible writers have ranged from 4 million to Period Of Construction Likewise the period of construction has been guessed to be anywhere between 10 years and 22 years.

There would have not been any scope for guesswork had the building construction been on record in the court papers. Architects Records Dont Exist Twenty thousand labourers are supposed to have worked for 22 years during Shahjahans reign in building the Tajmahal.

Had this been true, there should have been available in Shahjahans court papers design drawings, heaps of labour muster rolls, daily expenditure sheets, bills and receipts of material ordered, and commisioning orders.

There is not even a scrap of paper of this kind. It is, therefore, court flatterers, blundering historians, somnolent archeologists, fiction writers, senile poets, careless tourists officials and erring guides who are responsible for hustling the world into believing in Shahjahans mythical authorship of the Taj. All these are plants whose flowers or leaves are used in the worship of Hindu deities.

Bel leaves are exclusively used in Lord Shivas worship. A graveyard is planted only with shady trees because the idea of using fruit and flower from plants in a cemetary is abhorrent to human conscience. The presence of Bel and other flower plants in the Taj garden is proof of its having been a Shiva temple before seizure by Shahjahan. Hindu temples are often built on river banks and sea beaches.

The Taj is one such built on the bank of the Yamuna river an ideal location for a Shiva temple. Prophet Mohammad has ordained that the burial spot of a muslim should be inconspicous and must not be marked by even a single tombstone. In flagrant violation of this, the Tajamhal has one grave in the basement and another in the first floor chamber both ascribed to Mumtaz.

Those two centotaphs were infact erected by Shahjahan to bury the two tier Shivalingas that were consecrated in the Taj. It is customary for Hindus to install two Shivalingas one over the other in two stories as may be seen in the Mahankaleshwar temple in Ujjain and the Somnath temple raised by Ahilyabai in Somnath Pattan. The Tajmahal has identical entrance arches on all four sides. This is a typical Hindu building style known as Chaturmukhi, i.

The Hindu Dome The Tajmahal has a reverberating dome. Such a dome is an absurdity for a tomb which must ensure peace and silence. Contrarily reverberating domes are a neccesity in Hindu temples because they create an ecstatic dinmultiplying and magnifying the sound of bells, drums and pipes accompanying the worship of Hindu deities.

The Tajmahal dome bears a lotus cap. Original Islamic domes have a bald top as is exemplified by the Pakistan Embassy in Chanakyapuri, New Delhi, and the domes in the Pakistans newly built capital Islamabad. The Tajmahal entrance faces south. Had the Taj been an Islamic building it should have faced the west.

Tomb is the Grave, not the Building A widespread misunderstanding has resulted in mistaking the building for the grave. Invading Islam raised graves in captured buildings in every country it overran.

Therefore, hereafter people must learn not to confound the building with the grave mounds which are grafts in conquered buildings. This is true of the Tajmahal too. One may therefore admit for arguments sake that Mumtaz lies buried inside the Taj. But that should not be construed to mean that the Taj was raised over Mumtazs grave. The Taj is a seven storied building. Prince Aurangzeb also mentions this in his letter to Shahjahan Refer to the Figure 1 above. The marble edifice comprises four stories including the lone, tall circular hall inside the top, and the lone chamber in the basement.

In between are two floors each containing 12 to 15 palatial rooms. Below the marble plinth reaching down to the river at the rear are two more stories in red stone. They may be seen from the river bank. The seventh storey must be below the ground river level since every ancient Hindu building had a subterranian storey.

Immediately bellow the marble plinth on the river flank are 22 rooms in red stone with their ventilators all walled up by Shahjahan.

Those rooms, made uninhibitably by Shahjahan, are kept locked by Archealogy Department of India. The lay visitor is kept in the dark about them. Those 22 rooms still bear ancient Hindu paint on their walls and ceilings. On their side is a nearly 33 feet long corridor. There are two door frames one at either end ofthe corridor. But those doors are intriguingly sealed with brick and lime. Apparently those doorways originally sealed by Shahjahan have been since unsealed and again walled up several times.

In a resident of Delhi took a peep inside from an opening in the upper part of the doorway. To his dismay he saw huge hall inside. It contained many statues huddled around a central beheaded image of Lord Shiva. It could be that, in there, are Sanskrit inscriptions too. All the seven stories of the Tajmahal need to be unsealed and scoured to ascertain what evidence they may be hiding in the form of Hindu images, Sanskrit inscriptions, scriptures, coins and utensils.

Apart from Hindu images hidden in the sealed stories it is also learnt that Hindu images are also stored in the massive walls of the Taj. Between and when Mr. Rao was the Archealogical Superintendent in Agra, he happened to notice a deep and wide crack in the wall of the central octagonal chamber of the Taj. When a part of the wall was dismantled to study the crack out popped two or three marble images.

The matter was hushed up and the images were reburied where they had been embedded at Shahjahans behest. Confirmation of this has been obtained from several sources. It was only when I began my investigation into the antecedents of the Taj I came across the above information which had remained a forgotten secret.

The being is reborn. The soul is a bundle of habits, memories, sensations and desires. The Tibetan Buddhists say that the spirit goes through forty-nine doors. In the end it will all come back. The Samanera got up. While nearing the door, he heard the Bhikkhus voice. You turn twenty in two years? Yes, Bhante. I heard you get restless these days. I have nothing new to read. I have asked them for a book on Taoism. Have you seen what I had given you? The moment has come. Are you ready for the Sights?

He did not reply. You have understood them more than anyone else. You have seen their soul. They have seen yours.

All actions are not pleasant, Tathagata. They offend the eyes. Pinch the spirit. Create doubt. But they are all children of a grand design.

You must hold on to your faith. We need it right now. I have heard you, Bhante. But I only want to serve. You say you want to make humanity more humane. We also want the same. We have seen your work for the unfortunate. Why do you love them? Why are you drawn towards their suffering?

Their punishment? I dont know, Bhante. You cannot battle your destiny, Tathagata. You already are what you will be.

Some lives are for others. Like trees. Like rivers. Suns and moons. Thats the only way to serve. Taoism will tell you the same. It teaches you to flow with the universe. Realise the natural The Emp eror s R id d le s 37 order within. Follow yourself, Tathagata. The elements inside you. Will you walk? He was quiet.

We have run out of time. Its not about us anymore. You still hold your right to choose but my hands are empty. I never knew these walls could be so vacant. Stand under the tree today and you will find only wood.

We have to bring life to live here once more. Go for the Sights. See what is being done and what you can do. You have too much faith in me, Bhante. I have nothing else now. Our gates have opened again. They will need you more than ever before. Dont heed my words for yourself. Heed them for those that are about to come.

An hour later, the Samanera left. The Bhikkhu looked at the tree in the distance. They said that the legendary chant Buddham Sharanam Gacchami had been created in its shade. Tathagata was climbing down. The Bhikkhu picked up his mobile phone. He knew Buddha was watching. I am asking you why my father scarred his face? You think Mathur did that? I know it was him. I will tell Suri when he comes. Patnaik stared at her. You are insane, Sia. Why will Mathur carve on his own skin?

It was obviously made by his killers. No, Om. They surely poisoned him. But they did not draw on him.

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Why are you so sure? Its not an alphabet that you can recognise. Its a doodle. Thats why I am so certain. Letters and words would have confused me. My fathers handwriting was not very distinctive. I am glad he chose to draw. He made it easy for me. The writer looked at the photo. Easy for you? Do you see the mark? He nodded. The Om was glinting through the pixels like a hieroglyph etched on papyrus.

This is exactly how he used to draw the syllable. He could never make a proper one and always puffed up the upper half. This Om was most certainly drawn by his hand. Thats why he was holding the trishul. He used it to write on his face. The Emp eror s R id d le s 39 Patnaik stared at the mark.

Mathur did this to himself? The symbol is no mystery to me. What I dont understand is this piece of paper. The writer took the orange sheet from her hand. What is this?

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You say your father emailed it to you after he died? I was working late on a report last night when I got an email from him. This came as an attachment. Suri has told me the exact time of his death and this came precisely three minutes later. You are telling me that a dead man sent you an email? Yes, Om. Patnaik looked at the paper. Printed in the centre were two rows of lines and circles. The upper row comprised a huge circle with two semi-circles on both sides. The semi-circles were perfect mirror images of each other.

The lower level had a row of seven vertical lines. The first line was the shortest while the second was the longest and the remaining five were of equal length. Directly below the print was an ink autograph. This is Mathurs signature. Patnaik was looking at the printed images on the paper. And suddenly something stirred within him.

What was it? Something had nudged his brain. He gritted his teeth. The moment had lapsed. Something had flickered within and died. I really dont understand, Sia. How could Mathur mail you after he was killed? More than how, I want to know why, Sia lashed out. Why did he send me this? Is this some sort of a message? If your father mailed it to you then that might be the most possible explanation.

This is a strange message. He might be trying to communicate something in secret. This looks like a puzzle. Is that why he smiles? He handed the sheet back to her. It is obviously for your eyes only. And that probably means that he is telling you something that cannot be shared with others. Maybe thats why he was killed. But Mathur He paused.

Did this man know secrets that could take his life? She seemed to have read his mind.

Exactly, Om. You knew him. Was he really a man with secrets? I know, Sia. It all looks impossible but look at this picture. The eye. This mark on his face. This is no longer Mathur. He held her hand. Think hard, Sia, you may know something that can explain all this.

I have no idea, Om. I hardly lived with him. I was very young when my mother died. My uncle in Delhi became a parent figure. I know nothing about my fathers business. But he used to tell me that you visited often. I always came down to Sarnath during holidays. That place had become his only world. We loved being with each other. He always tried to make up for lost time. We would go for long walks and I would hold his hand. He knew such beautiful stories. He was a strangely fascinating man.

He was. Anything else? I always found him keeping to his books and papers. He was very particular about them. Sometimes he disappeared for days saying he was visiting old friends.

Sometimes he would go to Varanasi to sit by the Ganga. We respected each others work.

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He used to say that we both served society. He looked at the past and I looked at the future. Sia paused. There is one thing. The Emp eror s R id d le s 41 What? He once said that he wanted to give me his mind. I remember it only because he had an extremely bizarre expression on his face. It almost scared me. I think he was talking about his knowledge of history and mythology. But Patnaiks brain was already entering another dimension. Mathur wanted to give his mind to Sia.

And now he has sent her an email. Patnaik felt a wire tighten inside his spine. What had happened here? Someone had killed Mathur, yet he had reached out from the beyond to hand them a last letter.

Hold on. I dont understand this. If Mathur left a message for you, what am I doing here? This is obviously a family secret. A private covenant. Why have you shared this with me? Sia smiled. I have told you that you are here because he wanted it.

I havent dragged you into this, Om. Your presence here was my fathers wish. I simply carried it out. What do you mean? You still dont get it. She stopped. Footsteps were approaching the tent. We will talk later.

This is not the place. And not a word to anyone. Suri stormed in looking totally worn out. Damn these reporters. Such a sticky lot. They all want bloody breaking news. The body is on its way now. How does it feel being part of a real murder, Mr Patnaik? He kept quiet. The officer turned to Sia. You should rest now. The flight from Ahmedabad must have been tiring. I have made arrangements at a guest house nearby Well go home, Suri. You want to go to Sarnath?

Both of you? Alright, Sia. I am really sorry about this. You know I tried to warn your father. But he did not listen. Patnaik stopped dead in his tracks. Whats that? You had warned Mathur? I had met them both. They had just come back from a trip. Sia smiled weakly.

Our last trip together. Suri lowered his voice. I clearly told him that his life was in danger. What danger? There have been several murders like this in the past few months.

More murders? Initially they seemed random but soon a very definite pattern emerged. What kind of pattern? That is confidential. We had managed to hush the murders or get them reported in the media as natural deaths to avoid panic.

Mathur seemed into fit in the pattern perfectly. I warned him right away but he shrugged me off. The writer was thinking furiously now. Similar deaths in the past months. And Mathur fit into that pattern. He looked at the photographs again. The old man had turned into a stigmata that held a question inside the wound. Was the answer hiding among those geometrical lines and circles on the orange sheet? The figures were sneering at him.

And the river outside was asking him a question. Do you want to hear what he told me last night? You know what I want. Why pretend? Watch where you are sitting.

I am not blind like you, sire. He was sitting on the throne. There was no one in the court. Only the king standing before him. Are you playing a game? There are no rules here. Is it true? What, sire? You have brought an end to the revolt? What did you do? It ended on its own. When I arrived with the army, they all came together and put down their arms. They should have been calmed months ago. Are you saying my eldest is not worthy?

He was ruling them. He failed. I hear you have started commanding too many regiments of the army. Are you afraid? Tell me.

You have my fathers sword. He had thrown it away when he left us. You found it. I have it. Its mine. Will you give it back? Will you fight for it? You are insolent. I hear that you have no heart. You are arrogant and have no mercy. Some say you have read all the four Vedas. I am what I make myself. Have you been plotting against me? Or your elder brother?

Do you want this throne? You cannot place me here. I will place myself. I can stop you.

You cannot stop me. You can only kill me. You have a wall around your mind. I want to reach it. Hold it. Smash it into pieces. You have tried. They have failed. I exile you from the kingdom.

What have I done? Go away. I wish you were never born. Yes, sire. The king wrenched the jewels off his body. His ears were bleeding now. Then he pulled his garments away. The prince walked out naked. Outside the palace, Krishna stood on a wall teaching Arjuna that the greatest wars are those that vanquish the mind.

The stink of charred tobacco had transformed his living room into a gas chamber. They were dying. They wanted to breathe.

But the men knew better than to make a noise. Their boss was pissed. He had failed and the cigarette smoke was a perfect cover to hide his face. Suri flung the photos through the fumes. Its that motherfucker again. They already knew that. How could we let this happen? What the hell were we doing? He stubbed his cigarette furiously. He knew the killer. This was not the first time he had struck.

He had already dug his fangs eight times before. Eight deaths. And Mathur was number nine. Nine murders. The horror show had been running for the past three months. Bodies had been littered across eight different places, before Mathur joined the list. A glass jar in one of their offices now held nine eyeballs in formaldehyde, staring at each other. The Intelligence had informed him that it was a single man.

One killer walking around with poison. They had named him Scorpion. The same corrosive poison had been the instrument of doom and every corpse had turned up with the right eye hanging from its socket. They had been warned about the historian but they had failed.

Because he had not listened. Because they did not know one thing. Who was this bloody Scorpion? He looked at his men. This mark of Om. Is Sia sure about it? Yes, sir. She is positive that her father slashed his face himself. We may have an edge then, another officer spoke. In all the murders elsewhere, the victims did not leave any last words. But Mathur has scribbled a letter on his cheek. It surely means something.

Fantastic was the word. What was the historian up to? Who scars his own face like that? Suris eyes fell on the newspapers. They had not been able to con the media this time. The press had picked up every gory detail and dished it out for breakfast. Headlines and TV slugs were trying to outwit each other in a dazzling contest of wordplay.

He looked up. Some fucking wordplay. Suri had been dodging their calls so far. But he knew he could not avoid them forever. Murder in Varanasi was a colossal media event, especially a sensational murder such as this.

They were already calling him a failure. Memos were raining from his bosses to hold a damned press conference. Give a statement. But he had nothing to give. So the exile continued. What about Om Patnaik?

He heard an officer speak. Sia Mathur wanted him here. Suri closed his eyes. He was right. The arrival of the writer The Emp eror s R id d le s 47 was a strange event. Why was he here? Why had Sia claimed that his presence was vital? She had said that the man was a family friend.

He had seen them both whispering in the tent. What were they hiding? He looked at his team. Any news from forensics? Suri took a deep breath. What I need is a bloody miracle. The intercom buzzed. The voice on the other end sounded excited.

Yadav here, sir. The Forensic Department just called. They have completed their lab tests. He waited. They say they have a breakthrough. Suris fingers clenched the phones neck. One of their officers will be arriving shortly. Suri placed the receiver back on the cradle and lit another cigarette.

Had the bloody miracle happened? The sky was blushing pink before the morning sun. He got up and sniffed. He was hungry. Last night a woman had fed him rice but now he wanted tender green grass. Not too much. Just enough to fill his belly. The grass in the park had soaked up all the dew. He was nibbling at the juiciest blades. Suddenly he froze. Someone was standing there. Watching him. A man. The deer turned to run. Then he stopped and looked at the man.

The man was smiling. The deer walked up to him and rubbed its head against his legs. Five ascetics came walking along that road. One of them laughed. Here stands our luxury-loving brother. He used to partake six grains of rice a day. I have seen him falling unconscious from starvation.

He told me that when he touched his belly he could feel his spine. Look how nourished he is now. He has changed. He is no longer worthy of our respect. Do not speak to him. Do not greet him or invite him to join us. The man was caressing the deer. What wrong have I done?

You have forsaken your vows. The Emp eror s R id d le s 49 You have turned away from asceticism. You have given yourself to enjoyment. You have strayed from the path of wisdom. You will never understand truth. The man spoke. I heard a girl sing. She said: Fair goes the dancing when the sitar is tuned Tune the sitar neither low nor high The string overstretched breaks The string over slack is dumb Tune the sitar neither low nor high.

He smiled. I have not renounced my vows. I understand them now. Austerities and luxuries obscure the mind alike. Deprivation is as much a hindrance as indulgence. One can no longer understand truth in either state. I have given up both extremes. I have discovered another path. They looked at him with awe. What have you discovered, O wise one? The Middle Path. The deer saw the five ascetics fall at the mans feet. Sarnath had seen this miracle centuries ago when Buddha preached his first discourse to the five men.

They had become his first disciples and formed the Sangha or the Order of Monks. Buddha was the enlightened mind. Dhamma was the body of teachings. And Sangha, the awakened beings. It was here that the Dhammachakra Sutta or the Wheel of Dhamma had rolled into motion.

Sarnath had the fragrance of thousands of years. The Buddha had walked here and touched the five elements. The wind resonated with the Teachers Four Noble Truths. They said we suffered because we craved for things that were not permanent.

Not everlasting. Renouncing that attachment would end all the pain. But was it so easy? Sitting in Mathurs house, the writer felt a sudden pang of loneliness. The montage embedded in his brain was playing once more.

That smile. The lines and circles on the paper. He wanted to pull open their mouths and make them talk. Walking into the living room, he stopped before a picture of the historian.

He was smiling at him again. Next to it was another picture of Sia and Mathur holding each other and laughing. The words on the frame told him why. The red of the sky had touched her eyes.

Or perhaps she had been weeping again. Looking for answers? Sia shook her head. I sometimes wish the answers would come looking for me. It would make life so much easier. Easier yes. But it will stop our evolution. Our growth lies in our search. The journey we make. The pain. The doubts. The failures.

And then the ecstasy. When the answer is revealed. When it sits on our hands and warms our soul. Beautiful words! No wonder your readers love you. Its true. The answer may dodge you for a while. It will tie a cloth over your eyes and hide in some corner. It will giggle as you stumble around with your hands stretched. But the epiphany comes and you drag the answer out of the hole by its hair.

He looked at the book in her hands. What are you reading? The Emp eror s R id d le s 51 Hansel and Gretel. It was Fathers favourite. Hansel was so clever to drop a trail of pebbles behind him in the forest. When the moon came up, they twinkled like stars and guided them home. Patnaik was silent. Mathur had also emailed a few stones. I only have to follow them and reach home. I didnt know the award-winning scientist loved to read about gingerbread houses and witches.

Its this house, Om. I can always be myself here. Your father used to tell me about your work at ISRO. I remember how excited he would get. When did the award happen? Last year at our Research Facility in Ahmedabad. They thought my work on solar planetary physics was good enough.

I am now training for human spaceflight programmes for Sounds thrilling.The octagonally laid marble lattices inside the centotaph chamber depict pink lotuses on their top railing. He came to throne murdering all his rivals. She has the lowest rank among all my queens. Her grave there is intact. More than how, I want to know why, Sia lashed out. Apparently the fifth was Agreshwar Mahadev Nagnatheshwar i.

It cannot be. Shahjahan was the last muslim to desecrate the Tajmahal alias Tejomahalay. Patnaik felt a wire tighten inside his spine.

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