Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology

15 Years Ago.

Dakshin Bharatiya Empire, Kakatiya Puri State (Andhra Pradesh + Telangana), Tirupati City.

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General Info

On the 7 majestic mountains of the Eastern Ghats in Bharat lies the sacred Tirumala, home to the renowned Tirupati Temple. Dedicated to Lord Venkateswara, an incarnation of Lord Vishnu, this temple has been one of the holiest pilgrimage sites for Hindus worldwide from ancient times to modern times.

Perched atop the Seshachalam Hills, the temple attracts millions of devotees annually, drawn by its spiritual significance and architectural grandeur. The temple complex comprises various shrines, halls, and pavilions, each adorned with intricate carvings and sculptures depicting Hindu History.

Devotees embark on a rigorous journey, climbing hundreds of steps or utilizing the carriage transport to reach the temple’s sanctum sanctorum, where they offer prayers and seek blessings. The temple’s wealth, amassed through centuries of donations and offerings, supports numerous charitable activities, making it not just a religious centre but also a hub of social welfare.

The Tirupati Temple’s significance transcends religious boundaries, embodying the rich cultural heritage and spiritual fervour of Bharat. Its vibrant festivities, melodious hymns, and timeless rituals create an atmosphere of devotion and piety, leaving an indelible impression on all who visit.

As a beacon of faith and harmony, the Tirupati Temple continues to inspire millions, fostering a deep sense of reverence and unity among devotees from diverse backgrounds.

General Info End

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"Ba Dum"

Early in the morning at the Tirumala Tirupati temple, the large door of the garba gudi (sanctum sanctorum) was opened by the temple priests.

Upon opening it, the pair of priests went inside and started to clean up the garba gudi, removing all the old and dried flowers and prasad. Suddenly, as one of the priests was about to pick up a dried flower placed on the idol, he noticed something unusual with the idol. He moved closer to get a better view.

"Ah..."

The priest exclaimed, unable to believe what he was seeing.

The man’s exclamation alarmed the second priest, but there was something peculiar about this priest’s face; it remained unusually calm despite not knowing what had happened. However, this calm demeanour didn’t last long as he adopted a curious expression and approached his colleague to see what was going on.

"What happened, Swami?" he asked with concern, A hint of worry visible in his eyes.

"It’s, it’s, it’s..." The priest stuttered, Stumbled as he moved back then fell to the ground before finally managing to utter the words.

"It’s missing."

"What’s missing, Swami? Please stop panicking and tell me clearly," Gana Tej Bhatt, the second priest, put on a worried expression as he asked.

The priest who fell to the ground had cold sweat on his face; he looked as if he had seen a ghost. He was taking big gulps, and shivering all over, perhaps it was his reflexes to calm down. After a while, he pointed his shaky finger at the idol and exclaimed, "It’s... the diamond ...r... ring on th....th.....the Lord’s..... hand.

It’s ...missing."

"WHAT!"

Gana Tej, who made a motion to look at the Lord’s hand, suddenly screamed in shock. Hearing his exclamation, the guards who were guarding the temple rushed inside and stopped at the door of the garba gudi, As they were not allowed to enter it.

"What happened, Swami? What happened?" they asked urgently.

"T... t... t... thief! There is a thief in the temple! The Lord’s diamond ring has gone missing!" Gana Tej Bhatt Answered the guards in a stuttering voice, as his face was filled with horror and fear.

"What?!"

The guards were also shocked. The news spread quickly as the drums and horns suddenly rang out, alerting the people of the city.

The guards did a good job of blocking the entrance of the temple, not allowing anyone to leave until the people of the city arrived to find the culprit. The people quickly gathered, and the two priests who first noticed the unusuality with the Lord were put under questioning. Before questioning them, their belongings were checked to ensure that they were not the thieves.

The gates of the temple were closed, not allowing anyone to enter or exit, except for those already present.

"When was the last time the ring was seen?" the mayor of the city questioned the priests with a serious expression.

"Sir Mayor, the ring was last seen yesterday night. The individuals who visited to pray to the lord can vouch for my words," Ganga Tej said with a brave expression.

When the mayor looked around, the worshippers from the previous night confirmed his statement, providing testimony in his favour. In reality, the ring was not stolen yesterday night. Several more inquiries followed all met with responses from either Gana Tej Bhatt or his colleague. Eventually, it became evident that the blame couldn’t be attributed to them.

As a last resort, everyone who was at the temple was checked thoroughly.

"What’s this?"

A man exclaimed as he pulled out a golden thread from a woman’s clothes.

Upon seeing the thread in her cloth bag, the woman, named Leela, was shocked beyond belief. "Rama, how did it get here?" she exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth in absolute fear. She stood frozen in place, her posture reflecting her inability to comprehend what she was witnessing.

"It’s her! She’s the thief!" the man who found the clue yelled, capturing the attention of everyone present.

Leela, the woman accused, felt a surge of panic as she gazed at the angry faces in the crowd, unsure of how to respond. "No, no, it must be a mistake. It’s not me," she protested, her voice laced with dread.

"Yes, it couldn’t be my mother," one voice chimed in.

"No, my sister," another voice added.

Two voices, both from distinct women, grabbed the people’s attention as the women took Leela’s side. These two women were the adopted daughter and sister whom Leela lived with. All three of them were orphans, abandoned at birth. The One who was an older woman, who staunchly supported Leela, appeared to lack intelligence in her eyes.

However, the little girl who stood by Leela seemed very smart and intelligent. Unfortunately, fate had been cruel, as one of her legs was crippled, causing her to drag her feet with the support of a stick in order to reach Leela’s side.

Despite this hardship, they stuck together as always. They had built a deep bond and formed a small family within themselves to keep warm in this cold and heartless world. Of course, there was only a little boy missing in their small group, but Leela preferred that he not be involved in this situation.

The people who were ready to tear apart the thieving women hesitated slightly after seeing the crippled child. But suddenly, a man yelled, "Look! There’s another gold thread in that retard woman’s finger! How dare this retard touch the thread tied to the lord’s ring! Get her!"

The onlookers who witnessed the golden thread again on Kalpana were unstoppable; their herd mentality took over as they couldn’t think anymore.

"Uahhhhaaaaa!"

Lavanya, who was the little cripple child, cried ear-piercingly as she got scared by the approaching crowd. Leela, the main suspect, and Kalpana, whom the people had referred to as "the retard," quickly brought Lavanya into their embrace, trying to protect her by sandwiching her in the middle of their bodies.

"Ah!"

"Stamp!"

"Stamp!"

"Punch!"

Unfortunately, their soft bodies could not resist a mob of angry people. Their bodies were broken, with internal organs punctured. In the embrace of Leela and Kalpana, Lavanya also couldn’t last long, as she was choked by a foot that accidentally stepped on her neck.

Seeing this scene, Gana Tej Bhatt frowned, but his face quickly returned to normal.

Outside the temple premises, a thin boy with a large frame, who had descended the mountain to gather honey for his sister’s birthday, returned with the honey he collected from the forest. Seeing the temple’s lamps light up, he sensed that something unusual was happening, Because usually at this hour, everyone would have been sleeping.

When he attempted to enter the temple, he found the gates locked. He didn’t realize what was happening but knew that the situation was unusual. He tried calling the guard who usually keeps watch at this hour, but his attempts were futile as no one answered his call. On the contrary, there were loud sounds coming from inside the temple premises, making him feel like something was going on inside.

Excitedly, he left the gate in order to enter the temple.

The eight-year-old boy, Sarvesh, swiftly made his way to his secret spot atop a boulder. Scaling this boulder facilitated climbing the temple wall, as it was where he often snuck out of the temple. Remarkably, the temple also doubled as his home. As he reached the edge of the boulder, he noticed something unusual: a cloth strip stuck on the rock’s edge.

Taking it in his hand without much thought, he scaled the wall to get a view of what was happening inside the temple.

It was then that he witnessed...

To Be Continued...

P.S. Yesterday was a productive day, was able to put together 3 chaps worth of content, but could only publish 1, I’m editing the third one as I type this.