The Rise of Kaalchakra: The Kaalchakra Chronicles, Book One - Resurgence

By Pratik Bhamre

In the dawn of Kaliyuga, the world edges toward its twilight, perched on the brink of oblivion. After ages of silent stillness, ancient forces, veiled beyond the universe's grasp, stir awake. Humanity's insatiable thirst for knowledge unravels the universe's gaping mysteries, setting free both the forces of illumination and the lurking shadows of malevolence. Dr. Siddhant, a devoted scientist, is on a mission to unveil the universe's creation and affirm the existence of a God. Little does he know that emergence of every virtuous force is creates an equal measure of malevolence, an unyielding law of the universe. Guided by the enigmatic duality of angelic grace and demonic temptation embodied in Indra, Siddhant strides forward, oblivious to the cosmic equilibrium he's tipping. Amidst the impending disaster, a timeless power emerges as the potential savior, sought by both the forces of darkness and divinity. As the dark powers ascend, so too will the benevolent gods prevail. The key lies in the mysterious depths of the 'Kaalchakra,' a mystical whirlpool of dark forces. The unfolding quest becomes a race against time as the world's destiny hangs delicately in the balance. Get ready to embark on this gripping journey of Sci-Fi and fantasy fiction where Dr Siddhant and Indra will unravel deepest mysteries of universe which will ultimately lead to "The Rise of Kaalchakra".

• Language: English
• Publisher: One Point Six Technologies Pvt Ltd
• Release date: Jan 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9789356673304

Pratik Bhamre

Pratik Bhamre, a Pune-based engineering graduate, embarked on his writing journey during his second year of engineering. Recognizing the need for something beyond the ordinary, he delved into his creative side, penning down imaginative thoughts and transforming them into captivating stories. Starting with short stories shared among friends, the positive feedback fueled his ambition, leading him to venture into writing his debut book, 'The Rise of Kaalchakra.' This trilogy seamlessly blends science fiction, mythology, and Fantasy as Pratik aspires to deliver mind-boggling stories that captivate and pridefully resonate with his audience.

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About the Author

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Pratik Bhamre is an engineering graduate, currently living in Pune and working for a reputed firm. He was in 2nd year of engineering when he realised that there was a need to do something different from the crowd, he felt a need to explore his creative side and that is when he started writing the thoughts that he used to imagine, the questions that he had in mind and started making stories out of it. In the beginning, he started writing short stories and shared them with his friends and received positive feedback, and that is when he decided to write his book. He is making his debut with this book ‘The Rise of Kaalchakra’; which is a trilogy with a mix of science fiction and mythology. He aims to deliver with pride the mind-boggling stories that the audience would love to read.

Acknowledgement

I always wanted to write a book on the superficial thoughts that I used to go through. They somehow appeared unique to me because, whenever I discussed them with someone they always said, Hahaha, your thoughts are just a fantasy bro and only you can think like that. This was the primary motivation that drove me towards accomplishing my writing journey.

I would like to thank:

My Family for being my constant support, especially Mom, Dad, and my Brother. I would also like to thank my grandparents for supporting me throughout my journey and encouraging me.

I would also like to thank the team, my project manager, Editor Shayoni, and the design team that have worked hard to get this book published.

To many more stories, books, and novels with you, Cheers!

To my readers: Without you, I won't be encouraged enough to come up with engrossing stories. Thank you for encouraging me.

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Preface

In a distant time, around 3000 BC, a significant era unfolded —the twilight of the Dwapara Yuga and the emergence of the Kali Yuga. It was a time of profound ecological shifts, where the delicate balance of nature faltered under the weight of human actions driven by cries, anger, and greed. The world had become a battleground, as two powerful factions rose to prominence, each fueled by their own ideologies.

Among them, were noble souls, champions of righteousness… while others were renegades, followers of the darkness. These factions clashed; their desires diverging into paths of control or liberation. The conflict intensified, with each group fiercely determined to succeed at any cost. And so, this fervent pursuit marked the beginning of the world’s final phase, hanging on the edge of existence.

In the vast expanse of the universe, the renegades and the righteous staked their claims. The renegades craved dominance, while the righteous sought recognition for their creations and to enrich life in the boundless cosmos. Their methods differed, but their ultimate goals resonated — to reign supreme or to be hailed for their benevolence.

This insatiable hunger for dominion and mastery over the world disrupted the harmony of the Dwapara Yuga, as envy and jealousy surged. As the world teetered on the brink, hurtling towards the arrival of the Kali Yuga, a realm of significant cataclysms, one question lingered: Would the universe endure, and if so, by what means?

It all began in the aftermath of the legendary Battle of Mahabharata, the climactic clash that marked the end of the glorious Dwapara Yuga and ushered in the Kali Yuga. The name ‘Kaliyuga’ held deep symbolism, signifying the rise of maleficent forces and encroaching darkness upon existence. This phase witnessed escalating greed, jealousy, and a divide among beings. Everyone yearned to possess their desires without considering the consequences, even if it meant sacrificing life!

The world transformed profoundly, its once-pristine nature tainted by a relentless conflict between strength and righteousness. Within this enigmatic saga, hidden secrets awaited revelation. When did it all truly begin? The cosmos remained veiled in mystery, concealing prophecies, and the enigmatic truths were yet to be discovered.

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Chapter One

The Kali Yuga

The clash of swords echoed through the air as furious men unleashed their screams of rage. The once vibrant battlefield now resembled a solemn graveyard, bearing witness to the loss of countless lives. The intensity of the battle continued to escalate, with no signs of its conclusion. Swords and arrows dominated the conflict, showcasing technological marvels that surpassed human imagination. Ingeniously crafted bows and arrows possessed the remarkable ability to strike targets at great distances.

Enigmatic floating structures that resembled an inverted mountain with flat tops and peaked bottoms served as guards of control on the battlefield. Laser-like beams of light detected the suspicious activities. The ammunition possessed a devastating power similar to that of a nuclear bomb. It possessed physical properties that swiftly destroyed combatants. On one side, there stood about a hundred thousand soldiers while on the other, there stood a million soldiers equipped with the most advanced weapons that one can imagine. Fallen warriors were promptly replaced, their orderly arrangement facilitating effective attacks and bolstering strategic manoeuvres. In a single onslaught, thousands of arrows were unleashed by both sides, resulting in the tragic loss of numerous lives.

Countless warriors stood tall on their feet, some mounted on horses, wielding swords with furious abandon, slashing anyone who crossed their path into pieces. The sight was horrific, with body parts strewn about, bearing the marks of mystical blades. The losses were equal on both sides, and blood stained the ground beneath them. The once-green carpet of grass was now engulfed in the crimson hue of spilt blood, the nearby riverbanks were veiled in the scarlet remnants transforming the once-blue waters into a murky red.

Amidst the chaos, no one cared for each other as each combatant fought relentlessly, striving to eliminate their opponents by slashing and piercing their swords into the bodies of the other. The battleground became a crucible of survival, transforming the once-thriving place into a sombre graveyard. It was a clash between two factions, the Pandavas and the Kauravas, each fighting vehemently for their existence, forever altering the landscape into a haunting testament of the fallen.

As the warm sunlight bathed the earth and a gentle breeze whispered, a heavy scent of blood hung in the air, mingling with the atmosphere. The escalating battle had already claimed the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, leaving their corpses strewn across the land. The leader of the Pandavas gazed upon the approaching enemy through a telescopic lens, witnessing their persistent charge with fury etched upon their faces. Yet, amidst the chaos, he remained calm and unmoving, his hair dancing in the breeze, sensing an eerie calm before the storm.

The chief of the Kauravas, perched upon a chariot drawn by four horses, bellowed orders with a sword in hand, commanding his men to attack and annihilate their foes. The combatants, wielding swords and screaming in exasperation, rushed forward. In stark contrast, the Pandava chief remained composed, patiently awaiting the favourable moment. Within their mystical yet highly effective formation, he approached Bhima, one of his trusted warriors, and inquired about their strategy.

Master, what is our next move? Bhima asked, seeking guidance.

Wait and observe, came the calm response. The Pandava chief ascended the chariot, attentively studying the enemy’s movements through his telescope. Maintain your positions and prepare the formation, he commanded his men. Focusing keenly, he analyzed the opponent’s strategy before he yelled, Take your positions and ready the formation!

From the distant end, Duryodhana, leading his army, surveyed the peculiar triangular formation before him. However, he was perplexed as he couldn’t spot Bheema, who was supposed to lead the army. As Duryodhana’s army drew closer, he was taken aback by a surprising revelation — the formation was not triangular; it was shaped like an hourglass, with Bheema strategically positioned in the middle. To approach Bheema; Duryodhana’s army had to defend the archers in the first three lines before engaging the swordsmen in the subsequent formation, where they would battle in a final showdown with Bheema.

Shields up! Protect yourselves from the arrows! Duryodhana, shouted, urging his soldiers to cover themselves with their shields as the arrows descended upon the swordsmen with incredible speed. The Kaurava combatants shielded their bodies as ordered by their chief, and successfully warded off the attack. Prepare the spears! Duryodhana commanded as the warriors regained their combat stances, tightly gripping the spearheads in their palms, poised to strike. With a violent cry, he bellowed, Attack! and the combatants hurled the spears toward the opposing army. A volley of a thousand spearheads assaulted the Pandava archers which resulted in the loss of hundreds from their ranks. The first and second lines of the formation crumbled under the assault.

Attack! launch the fire arrows! the chief ordered. Don’t let them lose your morale. They’ve lost all their spears and we have an added advantage over them, The Pandava chief roared with fierce fury. A barrage of a thousand fire arrows rained down upon the swordsmen, who were situated amidst the Kaurava’s rhomboidal formation, swiftly demolishing their numbers. Men mounted on horses charged ferociously toward the Pandava army, unleashing a piercing battle cry. The Pandava formation remained unbroken until the command was given. Attack! Bheema shouted as the first triangle of the hourglass formation surged toward the Kaurava army. Bheema now stood at the front, leading the charge, while Arjuna directed the battle from the rear. Half of the formation was on the brink of engagement, and the other half of the Kaurava formation advanced towards the Pandavas, with Bheema at the helm. Duryodhana led his massive force, nearly triple the size of the Pandava Army. Riding on his horse, Duryodhana vigorously brandished his sword, launching wild and reckless strikes toward Bheema, who skillfully parried each attack with his mace.

Above the battlefield, floating solid structures re-sembling inverted mountains with flat surfaces housed the castles where military chiefs of respective clans strategized and monitored the battle’s developments. These solid bodies were known as control bases that allowed the military chief to keep a close watch on the enemy’s tactics, swiftly neutralizing anyone who was found suspicious. Each combatant carried an iron shield, donned a protective leather jacket, and wore a metallic helmet to shield themselves from the devastating blows. The clash of swords reverberated through the air, accompanied by the deafening screams of the combatants, shaking the earth beneath their feet. The battle raged on, its intensity escalating with each passing moment.

Duryodhana, the chief, charged toward his enemy, igniting the battle. With a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, he let out a furious scream. Bheema, calm and composed, awaited his opponent’s move. As Duryo-dhana drew closer, his eyes burned with rage. Bheema took his stance and made his own move. Their weapons clashed, creating a thunderous uproar. Duryodhana swung his sword fiercely, but Bheema skillfully deflected the attack with his mace, causing sparks to fly as metal collided. The force behind Duryodhana’s strike sent Bheema tumbling to the ground. Dismounting his horse, Duryodhana approached, pointing his sword at Bheema, ready to deliver the final blow. The game is over, he bellowed, launching an aggressive assault. However, Bheema skillfully countered each attack, studying Duryodhana’s footwork and reacting with precision. Undeterred, Duryodhana thrust his sword toward Bheema’s abdomen, but Bheema swiftly rolled aside, delivering a brutal blow to Duryodhana’s torso with his metallic shield. Regaining his footing, Bheema brandished his mace and launched a furious attack, bellowing at the top of his lungs. Threatening Duryodhana with simultaneous strikes, Bheema pressed forward. Yet, Duryodhana valiantly defended against each assault, retaliating with dominant swings of his sword toward Bheema’s torso. Bheema skillfully blocked Duryodhana’s attacks with his shield and removed a second sword from the scabbard with his left hand, turning with full force to strike Duryodhana. However, dodging Bheema’s skilful move, Duryodhana bashed Bheema’s torso with a brutal blow that made him fall to the ground.

In the middle of the battlefield, as the battle raged on, mystical solid bodies kept a watchful eye on the field, scanning for suspicious activity. As the sun began to set, casting a red hue on the horizon, these enigmatic structures seemed to emanate an aura of mystery.

The battle between the chiefs of the opposing groups reached its climax. Duryodhana inexorably attacked Bheema, keenly observing his adversary’s every move. Seizing an opportunity, he struck Bheema’s thighs, causing him to stumble. With a final aggressive blow to Bheema’s head, Duryodhana believed victory was within his grasp. Glaring back at him with anger, Bheema defiantly declared, The battle is almost over, and you are about to meet your end. Arjuna... Arjuna! In an evil laugh, Duryodhana taunted, No one will come to your aid. This is the end Bheema, the end of your clan, the demise of your dynasty. Suddenly, three arrows streaked through the air, finding their mark simultaneously — Duryodhana’s forehead, abdomen, and heart — bringing him crashing to the ground. It was Arjuna who had delivered the final blow. The last remaining chief of the Kaurava dynasty lay defeated, paving the way for the assault on the floating castle.

Arjuna confronted him, the final chief of the Kaurava dynasty, shattering their army and clearing the way to attack the floating castle. It was a destined end for evil, as fate had already written their demise. With a determined look in his eyes, he stepped forward, ready to face the colossal challenge before him. Arjuna launched an assault on the hovering fortress.

Arjuna raised his arm, and a surge of energy coursed through his veins. As he clenched his fist, a powerful jet of dazzling light erupted from his hand, reminiscent of a laser beam. The intense glow illuminated the surroundings, captivating the onlookers with its brilliance. As Arjuna propelled himself toward the control base, the ground quaked beneath his feet as he closed the distance, his focused gaze never wavering. The energy surging through his fist intensified, creating a fiery aura around him.

As he reached the colossal structure, Arjuna struck with immense force. The laser-like jet erupted from his fist, slicing through the air with a deafening roar. It collided with the solid object, unleashing a cascade of brilliant sparks upon impact. The control base trembled under the Arjuna’s onslaught, cracks forming along its once impenetrable surface. It obliterated both the control base and the malignance it harboured. The resulting explosion engulfed the control base, eradicating it entirely.

Despite being outnumbered, the Pandavas emerged victorious in the war under the guidance of Lord Krishna, the incarnation of Lord Vishnu. The grand Battle of Dwapara Yuga had reached its conclusion, vanquishing the forces of darkness.

The battlefield was a horrifying sight. The site contained decomposed bodies scattered everywhere, torn and mangled. Amidst this gruesome scene, Bheema’s attention was caught by the presence of mysterious and advanced beings. These alien creatures carried strange devices, appearing like humans from the future.

Curiosity filled Bheema’s mind as he pondered how these future humans had arrived in their time. Their distinct appearance and attire raised questions, and he realized the importance of gathering information and reporting to their chief. They needed exact control over this, as the existence of these futuristic beings posed a grave danger to the human clan.

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The royal palace shimmered with lamps, and a symbol of peace and freedom adorned its walls. The grand Shahi Sabha was arranged, and a lavish feast awaited the king. A red carpet adorned with flowers stretched on either side, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the monarch. Yudhishthira, accompanied by Arjuna and Bheema, walked proudly along the royal path while the crowd hailed their noble king with cheers of Maharaj ki jay... Maharaj ki jay... Upon reaching the royal platform, Yudhishthira raised his hand, signalling for silence.

Addressing his people, Yudhishthira proclaimed the significance of the day. He likened the present victory to the historic triumph of Lord Ram over the evil Ravan. The king vowed to establish Indraprastha as a righteous capital, a beacon of moral values and peace. Yudhishthira announced, The name of this epic battle would be Mahabharat, destined to be remembered throughout Bharat Varsha’s existence. Yudhishthira introduced Guru Vyasa, the esteemed writer who would help immortalize their noble values through his influential words.

The world would come to embrace the principles of Mahabharat, through the influential teachings of the Bhagavad Gita. This grand epic would serve as a guiding light, spreading noble ideals and shaping the course of Indian mythology for generations to come, Yudhishthira announced proudly.

Bharat Varsh was on rise.

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As the battle seemed to have ended, a tremendous earthquake shook the earth, sending waves of terror through the crowd. The ground trembled violently, one shock after another, leaving everyone bewildered. The order was given to the warriors to investigate the cause of this terrifying event. People rushed to open spaces, seeking answers, and were met with a staggering sight.

The earth had been shattered by the mighty force of Lord Shiva’s Trishul. A deep crack tore through the crust, leaving everyone puzzled and questioning why such a divine weapon had struck the earth. Amidst the chaos, an old man stepped forward to study the Trishul that had torn earth apart. With a mix of fear and intrigue, he whispered, This is not the end; it is only the beginning. And then, he screamed, "Lord Shiva, the destroyer of evil, has unleashed this destruction. The world is about to undergo a great transformation.

"This is the beginning of the evilest phase, the ‘Kali Yuga’. The mystical powers are rising. These powers are capable of either revitalizing or wreaking havoc on the world. The universe would reveal its deepest secrets, and their discovery would shape the prophecy of these mystical powers," the old man’s fearful voice filled the air. His intense gaze fixed upon the horizon, which turned crimson as the sunset.

Yudhisthira, with a venomous look, gestured something mystically to his chief, while the old man stood calmly observing the site. He marched towards the divine trishul, when suddenly, a spearhead pierced through his head, causing a gush of blood through his torn skull. Terror-stricken screams from the crowd filled the atmosphere. The old man’s lifeless body fell to the ground with a loud thud. The crowd, petrified, gazed at the sight in horror.

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This event marked the emergence of a new era, full of mysteries, challenges, and the emergence of extraordinary powers. The world held its breath as it ventured into the unknown.

The Dwapara Yuga has come to an END.

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The Year 2050….

In the year 2050, the world has undergone a tremendous transformation since the days of the Dwapara Yuga . What was once a thriving and prosperous society has become a twisted nightmare, plagued by deceit, despair, and the chilling laughter of evil. Universal forces of darkness had taken hold, seeking dominion over the entire universe. Humanity has lost its way, consumed by the hunger for power and control. Peace has been shattered, replaced by the oppressive rule of these maleficent forces. The power once considered a source for a brighter future now preyed upon humanity like predators.

Life itself seemed dead. Unimaginable horrors had become commonplace. Happiness had withered away, replaced with the ashes of sorrow, fear, and cruelty. The world lay in ruins, a victim of its own insatiable thirst for power! The destructive might of these universal forces had reached unimaginable heights. The dreams of a glorious world, as it had existed in bygone Yugas, were nothing more than distant echoes. It felt as though the end of the world was upon them, or perhaps the birth of a terrifying new concept of existence. Fear gripped the hearts of mankind, for it seemed the end was near. The end of mankind and the end of the fragile ecological balance that sustained life itself.

The year 2030 marked a significant turning point. Technology had advanced at an unprecedented pace, surpassing all limits. In their arrogance, humans sought to challenge every law of nature, ignorant of the consequences that awaited them. Nature, the guardian of the Earth’s delicate ecosystem, could not be defied without consequence. Those who dared to wage war against the order of the universe would be met with retribution. It is a universal law that all who are born must die one day. No one can escape this immutable truth. Those who defied it would face dire consequences.

In their quest for immortality and dominance over the universe, humanity had unwittingly brought its own destruction. The insatiable desire for power led to the sacrifice of everything that brought them joy and happiness. Nature’s gifts, the bounties of Mother Earth, were plundered and squandered in pursuit of their unquenchable greed.

Now, the world teetered on the brink of annihilation. The delicate balance had been shattered, and the need for a saviour arose. Someone who could wield the power of this advanced technology for the betterment of mankind. Someone who could rise above the darkness and eradicate the forces of evil. The creation cried out for a hero, a beacon of hope who could restore harmony to the world and its inhabitants. This is the tale of the human race, a story of redemption and salvation, a fight to preserve our very existence and protect the diverse species that call Mother Earth home.

This condition did not emerge overnight. It has its origins back in 2023 when technology advanced at an astonishing pace. Each day brought forth new inventions and discoveries. From space exploration to the realm of artificial intelligence, the world was changing at breakneck speed. Humanity had become enslaved by its own creations. The merging of human intelligence with artificial intelligence was an attempt to bend nature to its will, but it was a grave mistake. Nature was an embodiment of universal power, an unstoppable force. Challenging it was the ultimate folly. Humanity had unknowingly set itself on a path toward self-destruction.

The consequences of human actions have cast a dark shadow upon humankind. Everything in this world is intricately connected in a delicate ecological balance, and when that balance is disrupted, nature seeks its revenge. Every occurrence has a purpose, from the rising to the setting of the sun to the cycles of life and death. We were never meant to tamper with these natural rhythms. Each species has its own role to play in maintaining the harmony of our planet.

The year 2050 serves as a stark reminder of this truth when humanity has found itself enslaved and stripped of control because of its actions and emotions. Greed, cruelty, anxiety, and insatiable desires have become their driving forces. The grand visions they once held for the future now seem like distant dreams. They have acquired every material possession imaginable, yet they still yearn for something more, something to soothe their restless souls. They possess all that should bring them contentment, all that should turn their lives into living fantasies, and yet they remain unsatisfied. Their pursuit for more knows no boundaries, leading them down both lawful and unlawful paths. They have become the sole rulers of their fates, but, at what cost?

Once, the world was a marvel beyond human imagination. Advancements were made in every field imaginable. Infrastructure was built to withstand the forces of nature, and man seemed to have gained control over every aspect of the natural world. Calamities that were once dreaded nightmares became mere figments of the past. The world underwent significant changes. Towering structures reached towards the heavens and were erected in record time. Transportation speeds reached astonishing levels, and sophisticated control systems were put in place to prevent collisions. The very thought of war seemed like a distant catastrophe. On the surface, every person appeared happy and adorned with materialistic luxuries. But within the depths of their souls, silent suffering persisted. They possessed all the comforts of a five-star existence, but the most crucial element — peace, was missing. In this whirlwind existence, mental peace was sacrificed, and the price paid was the loss of freedom and a joyous spirit.

In their relentless pursuit of progress, mankind had unwittingly surrendered their tranquillity. They had become prisoners of their desires and ambitions. The world had become a place of material abundance but at the cost of their inner peace and well-being. The quest for external pleasures had left them empty within, yearning for a respite from the fast-paced frenzy of their lives. The true essence of happiness and freedom has been obscured by the glimmering facade of modernity. It was time for humanity to realize that true wealth lies not in possessions but in the serenity of the soul and harmony with nature.

In the year 2050, the world had transformed into a magnificent spectacle that appeared like a dream come true. The cities stood tall, like architectural fairylands straight out of storybooks. Everything was at one’s fingertips, just a simple command away.

The towers reached an astounding height of 4,000 feet, their tips gracefully caressing the sky. They adorned the horizon like magnificent ornaments. When the sun rose or set, the delicate, red rays bathed the pristine towers, creating a breathtaking sight. Each tower reached for the heavens, festooned with enchanting clouds. The distance between them was precisely fifty feet, creating a harmonious and uniform view from every angle. It was a vast concrete jungle, decorated with beautiful trees and flowers carefully cultivated to reduce pollution. The cars floated effortlessly, hovering one foot above the ground. The roads were equipped with an electromagnetic field, allowing vehicles to glide smoothly even in unstable conditions. The cities were engineering marvels, with no harmful gas emissions and an artificial ozone layer to protect against ultraviolet rays. Collision detection systems were installed throughout the city, preventing accidents and ensuring safety. Footpaths were designed as vacuum tubes, allowing people to travel at high speeds. Trains were replaced by hyperloops, and transportation and data transmission happened at sonic speeds. The third floor of each tower was dedicated to conserving rare species of trees and herbs, while every fifth floor was transformed into agricultural land, utilizing hybrid technology. These areas offered unparalleled luxury and security.

But amidst this ecstatic scene were a group of people called, ‘The Nisargas’ who believed in a more traditional way of life, far from the concrete jungles. They deeply admired technology and integrated it wisely with the