Murder in Amaravati – Book Review

Book Review:

Book: Murder in Amaravati

Author: Sharath Komarraju

Reviewed By: Manas Mukul

I really feel excited and want to thank BlogAdda for giving me an opportunity to review Sharath Komarraju’s – ‘Murder in Amaravati’.I always believe that being a critic is a very tough job.

You write well about a BAD book and the readers would hate you.

You write bad about a BAD book and the author would hate you.

You write bad about a GOOD book and everyone would hate you!!!

Eh!! That seems to be a mind twister… Isn’t it? No worries you are most welcome to read the above three lines again. <Smiles>. Nevertheless, my idea of writing a book review is to be true to myself, to the author and above all to the readers.

The first three things that you notice as soon as you pick up the book are; the cover is nicely done with the picture of ‘Maa Kali’ and ‘a lock with a key’ and the title, ‘Murder in Amaravati’. The writer, Sharath Komarraju, has an IT background and unlike the recent parade of IITians, IIM grads and other IT professionals who have suddenly felt an urge to write and write, but nothing other than their autobiographical kind of love stories. Sharath tries an attempt at a Murder Mystery as his first novel and I guess that was my reason for choosing this book.

The story is plotted in and around Amaravati on the banks of river Krishna. It starts with Krishna Shastri, the priest of the temple discovering the dead body of the ever-so-hated hostess of the village, Padmavati, at the feet of Maa Kali. The news spreads and everyone gathers including the ‘hero’ of the novel, Venkat Reddy, who is a head constable at the police station, situated 15 kms from the village. To begin with, everyone thought that she has a committed suicide and it will be an easy wrap up for the police too but in the doctor’s report it was mentioned that she died because of drowning in ‘fresh water’. Venkat Reddy found it fishy when he compared the post mortem report with the spot at which the dead body was recovered. If she died of drowning, how did her body reach the temple and hence treated death as a murder and took it upon himself to investigate the case. Venkat Reddy constantly reminded himself that he had never even solved a petty crime case, how will he carry out this one but he never lets this thought come in his way all throughout the investigation. Krishna Shastri, the priest provides more than a helping hand to the head constable in solving the murder mystery.

The story moves around seven main characters only; Seetaraamaiah, Satyam, Lakshmi, Shekhar, Vaishnavi, Kishore and Indira with some small characters who make little contribution. Seetaraamaiah is the sarpanch of the village and one of the main suspects in this case as he was in love with Padmavati, the victim, and was about to marry her. Satyam is the postmaster of the village and is one of the prime suspects. Lakshmi is Satyam’s wife. Shekhar is a half paralysed guy (he was paralysed from – under the belly) and has key involvements in the case. Vaishnavi is Shekhar’s wife. Kishore is the son of sarpanch who is always found to take care of his sister, Indira as she is depicted as nearly dead with only her left eye moving in the whole body because of an accident she met. Venkat investigates and with the help of the priest, comes to a conclusion about the murderer after going through all the circumstances and evidence. Seven people with seven motives…Do they have the means and opportunity too??? He finally gets hold of the murderer or does he??? I’ll suggest read the book to know the fantastic end with the breath-taking twist to it.

There are lots of positives in the book at least it seemed to me. The author has made a great attempt with this murder mystery as his first novel. The book has about 200 pages with very common diction which makes it a fast read for someone like me too who doesn’t have a great hold of the language. I simply hate when, while reading you require a dictionary on every other page of the book. Even if ‘Murder in Amaravati’ has such words, Sharath has made it sure that by the feel of the sentence you will know what the word wants to convey. I must congratulate Sharath with the way he has given thought to every minute detail in the book. In the initial chapters you will find how in his own way he has introduced each and every character along with moving the story forward. Otherwise it might have come across as a drag. Everyone who has been to a village ever in his/her lifetime will be to connect to the book and relate to the characters and those who haven’t been to village ever would get an experience of how the village life is. He has also kept basic elements of a murder mystery very nicely intact all throughout as Venkat Reddy, the hero always reminds himself that he is alone in this investigation and he cannot trust on anyone. In fact the author makes sure that the reader gets a chance to think and puts his thinking cap on. The elements like motive, means and opportunity which are an integral part of solving a murder mystery are also taken care of.

Along with many positives there are a few negatives too. Like, if you are looking for a book with a great vocabulary, you might end up getting disappointed. Because of the same reason and the setting in the book and the characters it will not appeal to a great deal to an international audience.

I guess I have written enough. I can play a spoilsport but would like to help Sharath and will ask you to grab a copy of ‘Murder in Amaravati’ and read this good debut effort which has a nice plot along with an awesome ending. It gets a ‘Thumbs Up’ from me and I won’t be surprised if it becomes the next best seller.


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CSAAM April 2011 – The BLEMISHED Buds…


I was Strolling down the market…suddenly saw her. As soon as she spotted me in the crowd, she shouted out my name. She crossed the road and came to me. She was my friend and like friends do we did share secrets. The weather was gloomy with a depressive kind of touch to it. I told her…lets walk to the hostel as it was getting late. I could feel that there was a sense of restlessness in her that day. I enquired but she refused to say anything. It started raining. We started walking fast…but suddenly I realised she was holding my hand in a firm grip…an unusual one. I looked at her…but initially I was not able to realize and I asked her…what happened??? Her voice began to crack and I saw tears in her eyes in spite of the rain. She said,” I want to tell you something…I want to get the heaviness off my chest…I have been suffering from a long time and now I cannot take it anymore.” If anyone knows me…knows that I (Me) can never see tears in anyone’s eyes…and decided to listen to my friend’s grief.

She began, and what she told me blew me off completely. I have heard and read about child molestation before as well but it shook me to the core to know how she was molested and crushed since her childhood by her own uncle. She said that “when she was very young about 12-13, her uncle (father’s elder brother) along with his family visited them for a ceremony. She got dressed for the event…he saw her…complimented her…told her that she was looking like a princess…like Cinderella. As a normal kid of that age would do…she became very happy. He told her that he has got a special gift for her and for that she will have to come with him. He took her to the first floor…everyone was busy with each other in the backyard where the main gathering was. He closed the door of the room and raped that child’s innocence”. This enraged me…her hands started to tremble…I wasn’t able to believe to what I was actually listening. She told me that her uncle, the monster committed this HEINOUS act on six different occasions. Recalling all this and just writing about it is killing me… just picture what it would have done to her since that day on…and will continue to eat her up till the end of her life. Even if she tells anyone…even if they manage to punish that hideous swine…but no one on earth will be able to erase the scars it would have left…on her mind…on her body…and on her soul. She told me, “today he came and spoke to her dad about getting her shifted to his city for further education and her dad agreed.” She is shattered now and can’t even tell her dad what the reason for her denial is.

I was astonished at the way a girl, a child is bound by the norms of society, how she cannot confront anyone for her rights, her existence, and her lost innocence. There is nothing new to whatsoever I have mentioned till now. Finally after consoling her, When I went back to my room…I read a lot similar incidences and one of which made me feel disgusted to the extent of hating the human race altogether.

A small family…parents with one girl child…father unemployed…was left upon the mother to take care of the family…to feed them. She used to go to work daily while the father was responsible for taking care of the girl during the day. After some time the mother noticed that the child was always keeping quite. She hardly heard her voice. Seeing all this, the mother got very disturbed and decided to see a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist understood the whole situation…she gave the girl two dolls and asked her to show to her what her father did with her when her mother was not around. The mother got shocked at the question itself. She was in a state of disbelief to what her daughter showed. She very well knew that her daughter is too small to understand and make up, what kind of acts the child is depicting with the help of dolls. Astonished…shattered…devastated she took her traumatized child in her arms…embraced her tightly…n kept crying forever. Later on, she divorced and filed a case against that inhumane…psycho of man she was married to.

We live in a society where we know, gruesome acts like this take place but often we tend to do nothing about it. In many situations, the mother has the knowledge of what a father is doing to her child but she keeps quite…just for the sake of it…for the name of the family. Many such childhoods have been crushed…have been abused to quench the sexual thirst of demons.

In about 75% of the cases it is someone very close to the child…to the family who commits a disgraceful act like rape, molestation or sexual exploitation. We cannot completely stop this…but at least we can make an attempt to prevent such things from happening. For example, if someone acts overtly friendly with you or your child…it is the first sign to get cautioned. These days because of many factors, the kids are reaching puberty way too early than before and this is where the role of parents becomes more crucial. It is the parent’s responsibility to realize when a brother and sister should stop sleeping in the same room (think about it). I am not saying anyone or everyone is like this but just remember it is your child’s whole life which is at stake. Remember that old saying, “Bache to bhagwan ka roop hote hai” (kids are like God). It’s because they are as pure as the Ganges…as innocent as the God can be. Once you sexually abuse a Child…it is like perpetrating the same with GOD.

Children are like those young n lively buds…which once blemished…will never blossom again.

For all those who love kids,

For all those who hate such crimes,

For all those who are against such acts,

For all those who will prevent such things from happening,


For all those who think a child is like a God

It’s not a Goodbye…
But it’s a GOOD BYE…aur han create and spread awareness against child sexual abuse so that no more Bud is Blemished ever again.



THEKE pe THOKA…..Love, Blood and Desire….

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Theke pe Thoka…..Love, blood and desire…

Tip …tip…tip….one by one the tears started rolling down her cheeks…. I rolled across the bed to her…..held her in my arms….brought her real close to me….and slowly …..and slowly…licked her tears. She snuggled right into my chest….like a small kid….and started punching me with her soft hands……’you can’t go ….Jaan…you can’t go’. (I got posted to the dangerous valleys of Drass as emergency was declared in the region following tension with the neighboring country).

‘Pehla nasha pehla khumaar’ was on the radio…..I caressed her hairs….she brought her face close to mine….looking straight into my eyes….and said,” Nonu!! You can’t leave me like this….i become very alone when you are gone….i feel very lonely when you are not around……before I could respond….she planted a full-on kiss on my lips. I checked the clock from the corner of my eye….it was 3:00 am…I still had three hours before I leave. We separated….i saw the naughtiness in her eyes….hence I checked one more thing….and realized, I was worked up for another round of wild, passionate and steamy carnal love or in easier terminology….sex. The wave of emotions never made me realize when the tiny pieces of clothing that were left on us…..came off…..and we melted into each other.

I tied the shoe laces and it was time to take leave. She was still fast asleep. She was glowing with the golden morning sunrays that were falling on her beautiful face. The streaks of hair that were on her forehead made her look like a goddess. Ohhh!!! I was in love…..waise after two rounds of practical of the biology lessons taught in school….everyone feels that he is in LOVE….. :-D. I bent forward….removed the hairs from her forehead….and gently kissed her without breaking her sleep. Bye Mithu…I whispered and left.

Time passed.

She was beginning to feel that the loneliness was eating her up after he was gone. It was about a month ago that they made love on that night…..she remembered finishing her coffee. She was never sure….. Was this love or was this just her physical desires that made her fell for him? She decided its best to concentrate on work till he returns. She was an Airhostess in a leading airline….so most of her time was occupied by traveling to places.

She was traveling to Bangalore and carrying out her usual duties. The light flashed….it was a call from an elderly lady seated on seat 29F. She took a glass of water with her in case the lady needed. On her way she entangled herself in her high heels …… misbalanced….she fell in his (Mr. B) lap with the glass of water. There was a complete silence……” Does this airline serve ANGELS as well??? You should be a terrorist…..you can kill people with your looks ma’am” he said wryly. He was in total awe of her smoking hot beauty….she was 5’10”….with an asset value of Pamela Anderson on the top and her bottom could have given J’Lo a run for her money. The white shirt which hugged her to millimeters of her perfection and the short skirt…..which everyone wanted to be more short….added more value to her luscious seductiveness.

Gaining composure …she rubbed against the musk of his cologne. She was captivated by the raw masculinity he had on offer…..chisel jaw line….stubble…..ray ban…..bulging biceps….He looked as if he was the Prince of Persia. For the rest of the trip she couldn’t resist the temptation of looking at him again n again….every time she found a chance she intentionally brushed against him….she tried to gain control over her but to no success. The flight captain announced their arrival to Bangalore….as he passed her on the exit…”thank you sir …have a happy stay” she said with lust overflowing her eyes. He winked and abruptly blurted ….. ‘Your place or mine’.

The door unlocked…..they entered….without uttering anything they started ripping off….with lips locked….she realized how correct she was on the flight about him….his huge……arms..(khali gandi baat hi socho tum log…). She found it stupid to let go the craving on offer and let herself enjoy and flow in the wave of passion. They did the foreplay….post play….and every kind of play that they could have tried. Both exhausted and spent….she lay on his 44” chest….realizing what she was missing for these days……blushed on the thought that she was yet to ask his NAME.

Knock knock….knock knock…..she wrapped herself in the blanket and opened the door. She felt as if the roof has fallen on her head….each and every single drop of lust vanished….it was Mr. A on the door and Ms X who just had sex….was left stumped. “WOW….what a surprise…” he exclaimed…as she was wearing just a Blanket….noticing a striking resemblance in the atmosphere and in her as well…he entered…..by now she was trembling with the fear that the only piece of clothing they had was that blanket and Mr. B was sleeping without any covering.

Mr. A entered the bedroom to find a nude sleeping beauty…the only problem was that it was a male which didn’t go according to his likings. His eyes turned red with rage….she tried to explain but to no avail. By this time the sleeping beauty was also awake trying to cover him up with whatever possible he can. Mr. A slapped her hard….she fell on the floor….Mr. B ran for her. Mr. A’s anger reached its boiling point….he picked up a vase…and in the fits of fury he hit the back of Mr. B’s head. Blood spurted….and he fell on the bed. The raw masculinity had now turned into a raw DEAD BODY. She screamed….and fainted.

Coming back to senses….she sat holding Mr. A’s hand. She goofed up stories and made him believe that it was all Mr. B’s fault…and she knew how easy it is to make a fool out of someone who is madly in love with you. But it was not that easy….she resorted to her old evil tricks…as she knew that men are weak between their legs. Devilish looks….killer body….a Deadly combination….and it was time for this terrorist to drop another of her bombs. She dropped the blanket….took him to the bed….their ANIMAL INSTICTS took over them…..they made love in that pool of blood….beside his dead body.

This is my first short story…..i hope u all like it…;-)

For all those who are loyal to their partners,

For all those who cheat their partners,

For all those who opt for infidelity,

For all those who love sex,

For all those who have killed people,


For all those who are yet to get that awaited oppurtunity….

Its not a GoodBye…

but its a GOOD BYE…Aur han this is a true story…


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