On 'The Call of the Citadel' by Dr. Parneet Jaggi and Dr. Vikram Singh Deol

A Novel by Dr.

Parneet Jaggi

and Dr. Vikram Singh Deol. https://www.amazon.in/s/ref=dp_byline_sr_book_1?ie=UTF8...

The Call of the Citadel:

A great venture through the Indus Valley Civilisation

As a Bachelor's in history, I got to read and observe the old civilisations of the world. I had keen interest to know about the Indus Valley civilisation, one of the oldest civilisations of the world. Regarding the origin of 'Ārya-s', there has been number of contradictions in the scholars' views.

A student of history and the others who love reading and shuffling through the history; especially the history of the Indian subcontinent. The amalgamation of different races and cultures turned into a new, a unique culture.

Well, I come to the point, ' The Call of the Citadel' is a great venture through the Indus Valley civilisation(an imaginary flight). It is a unique work of fiction, a student and a lover of history must read. It's going to be a thrilling experience for readers. It is by no means a least to the theatre presentation.

The one thing that cast its spell on me and made me pondered over, was the character of Peter Das, the word 'Peter' struck to my mind as a Greeko-Roman name in the Indian civilisation, it definitely had been some reasons behind it.

The diction- as a mere reader, the diction is really a simple one and interesting but magnetises the readers and lets the readers feel as if the readers were present there. The simple use of the language is one of the plus point of the novel. Even an under graduate student can easily get the meaning and entertainment. The dialogues look real and heartfelt which create the double interest in the novel and make it alive and picturesque.

Characterisation- besides the beauty of diction, characterisation is most alive and real. It is because of the simplicity of drawing the characters. Each character has its uniqueness. The portrayal of Devika I liked the most. I would quote couple of lines for sure:

"The door opened with a jerk.Dim light of the house reflected on the face of Devika. The finely chiselled features of Devika carried the Crimson colour of the flame. All of a sudden, lightning struck, revealing her eyes sparkling like diamonds. Her long hair flowing down her lips appeared as a stream falling off the mountain to meet its new companions on the ground."

In regards, handling of the thrilling situations recalls the readers that of the Shakespearean style. It's just nice. Creating atmosphere according to the situation is amazingly great.

The historical plot of the novel is the soul of the novel. Amalgamation of the two races creates another one. At last one thing I would say 'all races are one Divine Race'.

For sure, 'The Call of the Citadel' is the novel which lets you on the journey of the Indus Valley civilisation. It is a great work of fiction. So every keen reader should archive his shelf with 'The Call of the Citadel'.

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The Wind

Wind is the one who can bring back
The years rolled in one's prime, 
No other thing can do but wind.
Each single year we've seen feels us back
T'is merely the wind of that particular wind
That felt we in our prime.
Whether the sweet jargonig of birds
That makes the heavens mute, 
Or the singing monsoon rains
That inspire the buds to dance
And quench the earth's ears thirst, 
No other thing can do but wind.
Wind is a hope for a dying one, 
For him who has forsaken all his will, 
For him who is drowning in the water
Would any blade of grass may save his life.
Wind perches in nests, in earth's womb 
For seeds to grow, and in firmament
That the clouds will melt on to us, 
In fire that blows its flames sharp 
And in waters, to let it go forth
On the voyage of new land shores. 

The Wind: An Extreme Instance

What is the wind? -a flow in many forms, 

What the bards have call'd thee

All are their melodious evergreen songs, 

As a philocalist I see the wind in me.

Wind, a divine secret agent of the almighty, 

Invisibly roaming over seas, soils and nature

For tidings of the colourful world slightly, 

And the deeds, white and black of the creatures.

Wind, a messanger, takes the messages fairly

Of innumerable flowers' fragrances, 

Sweetness of fruits, melodies of bird-songs, tastes of poetry, 

And to the peasants love of animals' disturbances.

Wind, a bondage of love and peace

Amongst the diverse hearts of its creatures, 

And for a painter, wind is a moving picture

Of far-fatch'd fields, blue skies and solitary seas.

Wind, a wander'r rolling up the fallen leaves

With her into the spelly paths making sound, 

A Sufi singer; the song of herself can be listen'd

In a loud silence all around.

Wind, a great saviour, a transparent shelter, 

Creatures, all the three, are under her absent presence, 

They find haven in heaven of the lady defender, 

The wind is wind, an extreme instance. 

घर रख कर ख़ुद को

घर रखकर ख़ुद को, दुनिया बचाये रख,

जगदीश,किताबों से तअल्लुक बनाये रख।

तू  अकेले में वरक़ों से गुफ़्तगू करता रह,

 अशआर पकड़ कर दिल में सजाये रख।

"बुलाती है मगर जाने का नई"*कर सिफ़्त

चश्म-ए-ऊ, चन्द दिन गोशे में बिताये रख।

चलता चल, चलता चल, मगर ख़्यालों में,

बाहर जाने की जुस्तजू कुछ रोज़ दबाये रख।

*Dr.Rahat Indori

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