Rudrapallam , the carrier of secret, the secret of immortality, Lord Shiva’s Naadi leaf was now gone!
Shiva, the Destroyer, the Creator, the Protector. God of all Gods. King of the Ganas. He had to sacrifice many a life protecting the code from the demons, the Asuras. The Rudrapallam. The Immortal Code.
The Valluvars - Shiva’s men have been protecting the secret for centuries.
And now in this twenty-first century Bala, son of the headman of the Nadi family Bhadraka- the head Nadi astrologer has come quite close to it. The code which can change the future of man’s destiny by unlocking the mystery of ancient palm leaves which is a key element in Nadi Astrology.
But then, a lot others are after it too. The FBI and other intelligence agencies are after it. The world powers want to get the code to control the universe.
Lord Shiva apprehended that if the power to change the future comes in the hand of humans there will be great destruction. As the forces of power, greed and corruption are too strong.
Award winning computer scientist Nolan Edward who had discovered the ‘Immortal Code’ by decoding it from ancient palm leaves and fingerprint technology, now has only one choice in his hands. To save the human race by destroying it.
Will he succeed? Will Bala get the code at last? Will Nolan be able to overcome his own demons?
This is the BOOK 1 of the SECRET OF THE IMMORTAL CODE
BOOK 2 is - APOCALYPSE OF RUDRA CURSE
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BOOK 2 is - APOCALYPSE OF RUDRA CURSE
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NOTES FROM AUTHOR:
Lord Shiva, the Destroyer, the Creator, the Protector.
God of all Gods. King of the Ganas. He had prophesied the life of every living being millions and millions of years before. He had fought many a war to drive away the force of greed, hatred and corruption.
But even today, his teachings are as valuable as it was millions of years before.
It is said that ancient Hindu text holds many unsolved mysteries of the world. Our Vedas and Upanishads are the source of many discoveries. Famous scholars like Max Muller had gone to great depths researching on them. Vedic literature had helped in the understanding and discovery of atomic energy. The earliest use of astrology can be tracked down to Vedanga, derived from the Vedas.
Nadi Astrology is a form of Hindu astrology practiced in Tamil Nadu, India. It is based on the belief that the past, present and the future lives of all humans were foreseen by Hindu sages in ancient time.
It is said that Lord Shiva himself had foretold all of these to Sati when asked about the future of all her children. The sages who were then present at Mount Kailash also heard that and then they wrote it on palm leaves
A hundred and one are the arteries of the heart,
One of them leads up to the crown of the head.
Going upward through that,
One becomes immortal.
- Chandogya Upanishad, Chapter VIII
Prologue
The storm was slowly catching speed as Bhadraka entered the century old library. The rain had already started. The whisper of the gushing wind passing through the leaves made a strange moaning sound. His heart was pounding a hundred times faster. Puddles of mud splashed and spoiled the ironed mundu- his stark white dhoti as he ran towards the entrance. The lights had gone off making the whole area ghostly. Clutching his torch, Bhadraka shouted for the guards. There was something wrong he felt while sleeping and had immediately left for the library. Completely drenched, he kept on chanting and praying in his mind as he stepped inside.
The two guards were already dead!
A shiver ran down Bhadraka’s spine. The head of the Naadi family touched their head and muttered a silent prayer. The bodies were slowly turning blue with the snake’s venom. Thick bubble of spit was oozing from the corner of their mouth. Their eyes, all whitened and popping out in immense fear.
They must have died instantly.
Bhadraka took one quick look at the snake bite.
It must be a cobra, he thought.
Tears came rolling down as he silently closed those bulging eyes of the two guards. Faithful and obedient, they had been guarding the library for years. His heart was pumping hard as he ran inside the Saraswati mahal library with his frail aged legs. One of the oldest libraries in whole Asia, it was started as a royal library for the private pleasure of the king back in 1500 AD. Inside, it was all dark. Someone must have tempered with the main switch, Bhadraka thought. The ancient library was the house of millions of Naadi palm leaves sacredly preserved across centuries .Bhadraka slowly climbed the steps leading to the main hall. His old lungs gasped for air as he stood near the large portrait. In the flashing thunder his eyes caught the image of Shiva in tandava dance on the walls.
Lord Shiva who had saved the sacred leaves through Thiruvalluvan. Thus forming the community of Valluvars- Shiva’s men who are protecting the secret for generations.
The lord must be angry today!
He struggled in that darkness to look through the large hall. A veil of mystic silence wrapped the entire library. Insects played in the conical beam of the torch as he staggered inside. He walked briskly clutching the walls. The storm was still ravaging outside .He could hear the crashing of broken branches. The cry of a lone dog suddenly caught his ear. Bhadraka looked back to check if anyone was following him.
No one should know about the secret chamber.
As he dragged himself to the southernmost part of the library, the very sight made him quiver in horror. The torch light reflected on the moist dark staircase. The doorway leading to the hidden chamber was now open, its century old rusted lock broken. He shook in disbelief.
How can it happen!
The police were yet to come. Bhadraka had personally asked Anjunath to call the police before coming here. Lighting his torch he carefully walked down the stairway leading down to the chamber. The steps were a bit slippery. Cautiously he crossed the stairs and walked towards the door.
His hands shivered violently as he opened the door of the chamber. No one has ever dared to come so close to the secret. In his entire life, Bhadraka had never ever entered the chamber. As the head of the Naadi group, he only had the power to walk down the chamber.
The wooden cabinet was thrown open .The doors swayed with a shrill sound. Trembling in fear, Bhadraka slowly focused the torch with his shaking hands.
Inside, the box holding the Rudrapallam was gone!
Bhadraka couldn’t believe his eyes. The secret which has been protected for thousands and thousands of years was now gone.
The master Naadi leaf!
Fanatically he searched inside the closet. But nowhere could he locate the box. How can someone do it, Bhadraka completely broke down. He closed his eyes in terror. The future ahead was tumultuous.
If anyone has the power to break the code, it will be dangerous. The leaf, the most sacred naadi leaf preserved the secret of immortality.
The Valluvars has been protecting it for centuries. The Muslim invasion, the British rule none could stop them from protecting the sacred leaf .They had kept the secret guarded for ages.
How someone could stole it, again thought Bhadraka. The horror made him so weak that he sat down. Very few knew about it. The secret was passed to Bhadraka by his father on his dying bed. From that time Bhadraka was given the position of the head astrologer of the Naadi family.
The cobra bites reminded him of someone but he tried not to believe it.
It can’t be! How can Bala, my own son do this!
He knew a section of the naadis followed and worshipped Bala as their leader, but he never thought this will happen.
Rudrapallam, the master leaf, holding the secret of immortality!
No one had ever set eyes on it. For centuries it had been preserved and protected in that curved mahogany box.
The valluvars had carried the secret from generations to generations.
Bhadraka closed his eyes and offered his repeated prayers to Lord Shiva.
‘Please forgive us Lord…Please’
He couldn’t think what can happen next.
Rudrapallam , the carrier of secret, the secret of immortality, Lord Shiva’s Naadi leaf was now gone!
Chapter 1
Present Day
Somewhere in Nashville, United states,
An inconspicuous house,
1 am of night
Nolan Edward was still stark awake.
How can I let him die?
He kept on walking up and down in his night suite with a white, feverish face. A worried pair of eyes searched for an answer as his mind stormed between the past and the present. His lean, worried body hunched over as he thought of the next day. Jaya, his wife remained asleep unaware of the turmoil going inside Nolan’s heart. The room was small and almost dark, except for the streaks of light coming from his reading lamp.
It was the curse, he remembered. And the time has come.
The soft light reflected on the innumerous prizes and honours kept in the glass case beside his bed. Nolan had won them all throughout his lifetime. He had solved the most grueling mysteries which shrouded the computer world for a long, long time. But today he felt useless. Useless and restless. As none of his knowledge can save the little boy. He looked out from the window for a moment.
The curse was about to happen. That goddamn curse!
Those words of head Naadi astrologer Bhadraka stormed his mind.
Those words of head Naadi astrologer Bhadraka stormed his mind.
Even though you had only used it for the most difficult research on human life and future, what you have done is very wrong, you have interfered with the most sacred thing on earth and no one can save you from the curse.
Ages before it happened yet now it looked so fresh. Nolan thought. For last few years, he had been running away from the glare of human eyes. The decision to settle down at one of the most unnoticeable villages of Nashville was predominantly his. But his past was slowly catching with him, Nolan felt. And there was nowhere to run. Just nowhere!
He closed his eyes for a moment. A fine, sunny day. Plumes of blue clouds shadowing the buzzing street. A beautiful boy with black cropped hair happily cycling in midst of the street…all flashed in his mind. A grey car menacing down the road, brakes…noises, shouts…blood goosing out… suddenly all went dark.
He hugged his gown close as the terror was spreading goosebumps all over his body.
Only the code can save my boy!
The darkness outside laid a veil of mourning in his eyes. Somewhere in the woods, a jackal howled. Was it the messenger of death, Nolan thought as he shrugged in horror. The fear coated pain was killing him inside. It was thousands times greater than he had felt at FBI’s investigation last week.
No, FBI hasn’t got the code! They will never, ever get it.
The secret should not go to anyone’s hand at any cost !
Seventeen years before
Thanjavur Temple compound,
Tamil Nadu, India
11pm at night
His sword flashed gallantly in that moonlit night. The sharp silver blade glazed. Bala wickedly smiled as he rubbed his finger across the edge of the sword.
It was now ready for the kill!
It was full moon today. The final match was about to start. Bala slowly entered the arena. With his mighty right leg he thumped the ground. The chanting has started ‘Bala, Bala, Bala…’. He looked around. Every inch of his body smelled of power. Bala, the powerful. Sweat beads gleamed on his forehead as he entered. His beloved Nuga, his pet snake was with him. It hissed sharply sending vibrations in the air. Bala kissed Nuga’s head and placed the cobra back in the bamboo box.
You never know when a cobra comes handy!
The silver light had lightened up the otherwise dark part of the Thanjavur Temple compound. Even in this twenty-first century, the temple is perfectly maintained. The Vimana- the temple tower looked heavenly in that broken light. The kumbam or the dome at the top was a marvelous piece of architectural excellence. Thousands of devotees offer their prayers to Lord Shiva, the temple God every day and night.
For centuries people had believed that the sacred gopuram, the pyramidal tower over the gateway of the temple never cast any shadow on the ground.
Legends say that when the great king Rajaraja Chola I called his chief architect Sama Varma to built a magnificent temple dedicated to Lord Shiva, he had put forth one condition. That the temple was not to cast any shadow on the ground at any time of the year. As the temple work progressed, Sama Varma grappled a lot with the problem but was unable to solve it. As year passed, he got extremely tensed as to what the king will do to him if he is not able to solve it. One day a small boy came to meet Sama Varma at the temple .The child was stunned at the astonishing architecture and asked how long it will take to be fully completed. Sama Varma revealed his frustration to this boy. The boy smiled and said that he can do it. The chief architect was amazed at his confidence and asked who he was. The boy introduced him as his own son .For years he had not seen his father which made him come to the temple. The little child said that he will help Sama Varma to solve the problem so that father and son can together go home. And true to his words, the boy did that.
But today was a different night.
Bala touched the ground and felt the soil in his hand. It was dry. He checked the direction of the blowing winds .Bala rubbed the soil in his hands. It would help him for a better grip of his sword. He looked up and searched for the stars. God was on his side. Bala smiled looking around as he walked to his opponent. Wearing the traditional warrior dress, he looked splendid.
The competition was a secret one.
Traditional martial art is quite popular in this part of India. It was now entering into the final. The Naadi group, loyal to Bala had staged this martial art competition. Son of the headman of the Naadi family Bhadraka- the head Naadi astrologer, Bala is their leader.
Muscles taunt, sweat beads rolling from his forehead, Bala’s eyes were now fixed on his challenger. The chanting was getting louder and louder as the two sword stuck with awe and power. Clouds of dust hang in the air as the two fierce fighter clashed violently. Bala jumped to his left and pulled down his sword. Then, like a skillful warrior he glazed it past his companion’s chest. The battle was getting fierce.
Dhruva, his opponent was also a valiant fighter. He leaped and thumped on the soil. Dhruva’s sword rubbed across Bala’s shoulder .He had a narrow escape. A tickle of blood dropped on the soil.
The Naadis has now all gone silent.
Bala looked at his wound and in a second his expression changed. His eyes were emitting fire. He looked like Rudra, Lord Shiva. The Naadis were now all afraid.
What if Bala gets defeated? Can he take it?
Chapter 3
Eternity
Mount Kailash,
Near Lake Manasarowar and Lake Rakshastal in Tibet
Suddenly the colour of the day became those of dusk, plumes of snow blown high by the storms at the summit of Mount Kailash. Ethereal mist moving like a giant eagle across the great flanks of the mountain casted a demonic shadow on the nearby lake Manasarowar.
Looking above Vasuki, the Naga chief of Ashtapada closed his eyes for once.
His kingdom was next to Kailash and what he watched was the forecast of a looming danger. A lifelong devotee of Shiva, he immediately left for Kailash.
‘It can’t be’ roared Lord Shiva.
Shiva, the Destroyer, the Creator, the Protector. God of all Gods. King of the Ganas.
He woke up from his marijuana trance and found it was gone!
Someone has stolen it! How could it be, a theft in Kailash!
I can’t even relax for a moment, Shiva thought.
‘It can’t be…It can’t be…Nandiiii’ Shiva shouted and called Nandi who was in deep slumber. He woke up and felt that Kailash, the serene abode of Ganas was not the same anymore. Their king was now furious. The air was thick in turbulence.
Someone must have come in disguise!
The sky which was clear a few hours before now looked dark. ‘Yes my Lord’ he gazed at Shiva in fear.
‘Have you seen anyone coming?...’ . ‘No my Lord’ Nandi looked around and found Sati running towards then looking worried. ‘What happened? Why are you shouting?’ Sati was still panting as she spoke her words.
‘Call my commander immediately. Call Ganesha ’. Shiva ordered.
We need to march for war.
