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The Oath of The Vayuputras

The wait was finally over when I ordered the book from Flipkart and had it delivered sometime last week. With a length of around 600 pages, this was a book I knew would taker longer to finish. I never considered myself as a great reader but I was definitely better. Over the years, especially after marriage and motherhood, I have become a slow and poor reader. Necessary and unnecessary distractions keep me away from a book and unless the book is an absolute show-stopper with a well-written and etched out story line, I can take my own sweet time to complete it. Also, too many characters and details fog my little brain and I tend to gloss over those very details to focus on the larger picture!

Back to the book, sadly, it was not just the length that slowed the speed. The build up of the first two parts seemed to lose steam in the third and the parts containing the revelation just dragged on. Also, I am plagued by a certain doubt that is surely nagging many others too, "why is the book named the oath of Vayuputras???" As a tribe after whom a book is named, the Vayuputras surely did not get the needed footage and fame in the book and did I miss anything that alluded to the oath in the book?!

On the good side, after meandering for about 200 odd pages with lackluster interest, I found myself warming to the book. The parts that contained details of Sati's battle were especially riveting. Despite the many misgivings, the message contained does come across that evil need not be a mighty force. It could be anything: even good, that goes beyond control. Also, when the leaders of a nation put themselves before the interests of the country and its people, calamity is not far away. Even the side fighting against evil has to suffer the effects of the brutal war.


  1. Hmmm..I too had similar thoughts on the book!! This one definitely lacks pace...
    As per me Secret of Nagas is the best in the Triology...

    1. I liked the Meluha book too, ZM..the expectations from the third led to disappointments, I guess.

  2. I hated the 3rd part of the trilogy - was very boring and disappointing...

    1. Well, I didn't exactly hate it..but yes, it didn't quite make the cut.

  3. Exactly my thoughts too Uma! Wasn't sure if it was my degrading reading habit or the book itself, and then realized everyone was finding the 3rd one under-whelming!

    1. yeah..the reviews have been quite unanimous..guess we all pitched a lot of expectation ;-)

  4. When i first wrote the review of this book on my blog i thought i was being unfair. I saw the excitement of my friends who burnt night oil to finish the book...i was disappointed but u n I have the same taste..liking n disliking the same parts...happy to read ur blog :)

    1. True, Pushpa..when I read your review, I was a little way through the book and I just wanted to land at a place where I didn't have to force myself to read. I quite agreed with what you wrote..After finishing the book, I didn't feel so negative..
      thanks, Pushpa! :-)

  5. am yet to read even the first book of trilogy. nice review

    1. it is worth a read, Jayashree..thanks :-)

  6. Darn! you dont recommend?? Iwas really looking forward to reading it!

    1. If you've read the first two parts, the third might be disappointing but that does not take away the good part about the trilogy. I'd still recommend it..:-)

  7. Your review totally goes with my mindset and the first question when I finished the book was about the name. Why indeed was it Oath of Vayuputras? I don't understand. I would say the book turned out to be okayish after all the hype that was built in the first 2 of the series. Maybe if the hype was not created, we might have enjoyed this better.

    Until later,
    Keirthana :)


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