Sam looked at the photograph very carefully.This photograph, looking towards the rocky outcrop on which the palace and monastery of Leh, the capital of Ladakh, stand was taken by his grandfather who was also a journalist in 1873 and is from an album which forms part of the collection of Sir James Robert Dunlop Smith. The official purpose of the 1873 mission was to conclude a commercial treaty with the Amir of Yarkand and Kashghar. The mission had a deeper purpose, it was also to gather sufficient intelligence about this largely unknown area so as to be a step ahead of the Russians in what came to be called the Great Game, the struggle between Great Britain and Russia for mastery over Central Asia. Just after the photograph was taken, his grandfather went missing because he knew something about the secret of 432. This was the only remain. The monastery in the photo today no longer exists. He always thought of the strange IIIXX mark at the bottom right corner of the photo. Finally the light of wisdom dawned on him.
Though the name was a tongue for him, still it made a lot of sense. “Quetzalcoatl is a Mesoamerican deity whose name comes from the Nahuatl language and has the meaning of “feathered-serpent”. A flying reptile (much like a dragon), who was a boundary maker (and transgressor) between earth and sky. He was also a creator deity having
contributed essentially to the creation of Mankind. He also had anthropomorphic forms, for example in his aspects as Ehecatl the wind god.” This information was enough for him and he looked mystically at the number 432 engraved on the sides of the ancient carvings…..
Smith clasped his ears too close to the door. He just wanted to listen to the conversation of his parents. “What is the matter dear? What did his science teacher say to you?” Annie said to Peter feeling restless about his son.
Peter was still pondering over the thought of how to deal with the situation. Peter gasped his breath for few seconds and then spoke, “Sweetheart, Smith’s grades are falling day by day. Although he doesn’t score well in his studies but as his science teacher told me that he possess an extraordinary IQ over the others which enables him to
think beyond the norm. The problem with him is that he does mischiefs which will harm him someday. I recall the last time; he was literally to be thrown out of the school when he tried to hack into the school’s secured server looking for question papers before the exams. Although that was pretty in the past, his teacher doubts that he is
busy in doing something big. I just want my son to be safe.” They both hugged each other. Smith was listening to all these allegations and a wicked smile started to glisten across his face. That was really two years ago and he had improvised a lot. His fascinations had grown to mammoth sizes. Hacking passwords and bank accounts were now just a child play for him. His interest was now in something else, “Conspiracy Theories”. He knew something about 432. For the last two years all his researches revolved around this number. There are 432 foundation stones in the Puri temple… same is for the pyramid…. White house in Washington… Taj Mahal had 432 prisms in its wall… 432 number of years for periodic comets…432 tectonic plates under the world… 432m apart are the Stonehenge… 432 number of statues in Easter Island.
The grassland of Masai Mara looked elegant in the full moon. The frail hands of the old Voodoo priest could no longer take the heavy responsibilities. He always knew that he needed an heir to pass on his ancient wisdom. His tribe was threatened by the enlargement of the Serengeti National Park. “What does the Kenyan government think about us?” he thought. Whatever it might be, the foremost task was to pass on the knowledge. He took out his ancient scriptures written in Swahili language. He thought of 432 and a smile flashed across his face.
As the blood trickled from the wounds, Sam thought that it was always better back in his cozy office. “Why did I get into all these”, he grumbled. He reviewed the map once again. They have been hiding these secrets since centuries. The greatest lie…. He knew that he possessed the answers to everything. That was the reason why nobody was allowed to take photographs inside the Puri Temple.
The old priest of the Puri temple knew the importance of the oath of secrecy which he had taken in his childhood. His faith on God and ability to keep the greatest secret of the century remained unchallenged….. A crazy journalist trying his level best to find out the secret that lies underneath the great sacred temple….. A genius hacker doing research on the ancient Maya and Inca culture and trying to correlate it with India….. The secret Intelligence Department of India called RAW keeping an eye over all the happenings…. A voodoo priest in the grasslands of Masai Mara (Kenya) who knows the secret of 432….. A tourist who comes to Puri for a vacation and whose life changes for ever…..
“The Legend of 432” is another novel written in Dan Brown’s style which is interesting and brings the dark secret of our very own Orissa to the surface…..
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