In the 19th century, when the sun did not dare set on the British Empire, James Jensen went to India as a soldier in the Her Majesty's Army. Losing his family to betrayal and violence, Jensen became a SADHU, a True Warrior who must embrace the spiritual path to salvation. Now an emptiness rules James Jensen's heart, and he wanders aimlessly. His travels bring him to the Kumbh Mela, a truly epic gathering of mystics, where deadly enemies and shadowy allies lie in wait. But even that's not the biggest surprise, as James learns that a loved one might indeed still live. Collecting The Sadhu: The Silent Ones 1-5.
I was once a Sadhu, that which they refer to in the East as a 'mystic.' I was sitting on the threshold of moksha spiritual liberation - or enlightenment as it's called - But I'm not one anymore. Why? Because I lusted after something else; something just as primal and ubiquitous. It's called 'revenge.'
The relaunch of the acclaimed comic-book series "The Sadhu" continues. James Jensen, formerly a British soldier, lies in the army prison a broken man. Stripped of his position, his family murdered, James now stands accused of the very crime committed by the corrupt superior officer he opposes. Broken out of prison by a rebellious Indian soldier, James must now find the will to go on, and to avenge his dead family. Written by legendary comic scribe, Chuck Dixon.
Read the First issue for FREE! James Jensen, a British soldier whose family is brutally murdered by a corrupt superior officer, seeks refuge with the Indian mystics known as Sadhus. Years later, now trained in their supernatural arts, Jensen must decide whether to use his newfound powers for inner peace as they are intended, or for revenge against the people who murdered his family.
James Jensen, the soldier who became a mystic, continues his journey which takes him beyond the limits of the physical world into Limbo. There he encounters another like him whose saga has been told in legends. But the problem with legends is that they are not always true.
A detective delves into a cold case; a ship that disappeared in the Bay of Bengal in the year 1913. A man is bludgeoned to death in an apartment and a piece of paper with the word 'STOP!' is nailed to his forehead. Six deaths under mysterious circumstances and the only common link is a box of arsenic-laced sweets. A soldier's homecoming dredges up memories of a murder that took place a decade ago in the family. And more... The first-ever anthology of its kind, The Hachette Book of Indian Detective Fiction compiles more than 30 compelling whodunits spread across two volumes. Hybrid, self-reflexive and experimental forms of writing that blur the boundaries between genres, with supernatural mysteries, serial murders and at times absurd crimes jostling for the attention of both amateur and professional detectives in these stories. Red herrings simmered in blood gravy, served up with family feuds, ancient curses, long-haired lady sleuths and many other typical subcontinental chutneys provide a rare feast for the avid reader of crime fiction!
Swami Nityatmananda lived in the company of Sri M. for a long time, maintained a diary and elaborated it in sixteen parts of Sri Ma Darshan. The book is also available in English under the title ‘M., the Apostle & the Evangelist.’ All the sixteen parts are available in Bengali too. It is a continuation of the Kathamrita. This work is the result of twenty years of hard and incessant work and tapasya, on the banks of the Ganga in Rishikesh, in the Himalayas. In this series of 16 volumes the reader is brought in close touch with the life and teachings of Sri Ramakrishna family: Thakur, Swamiji, Holy Mother, M., Swami Shivananda, Swami Abhedananda and others. And there is the elucidation according to Sri Ramakrishna’s line of thought, of the Upanishads, the Gita, the Bible, Guru Granth Sahib, the Holy Quran and other scriptures. The third specialty of this work is the commentary on the Gospel of Sri Ramakrishna by the author himself. Says Swami Shraddhananda, “One wonders at the unusual capacity of Swami Nityatmananda in recording these day to day conversations of this Vyasadeva of our time – M. – and later developing his notes into his masterly work. One cannot fail to discover the special training he received from Sri M. himself in this direction while he was serving as a teacher in M.’s school and living with him for years.” When he read it, Swami Jagadananda remarked, “The author has presented M.’s words lifelike. After reading his Kathamrita, a study of this book will throw new light on the Kathamrita. There is no doubt about it.” The great American and senior sadhu, Swami Atulananda, wrote, “This book may serve a double purpose. To those who are acquainted with M.’s Kathamrita, it may be welcome as a companion volume, and to those not yet acquainted with the Kathamrita, it may arouse a desire to make that acquaintance. For this book, which is a record of M.’s talks with his admirers about his reminiscences, not only reveals new facts about the life of Sri Ramakrishna, but throws new light on that wonderful life.” Swami Virajananda, the late President of Sri Ramakrishna Math and Mission, heard the manuscript read to him by his Secretary when he visited Dehradun for the last time, and he was delighted to hear it. He told to the author, “What a wonderful thing you have written! Why didn’t you show it to me earlier? Never mind, now go and finish the writing. Human life is so uncertain. If you complete the writing itself, publication can be taken up by others… Ah! The move is as dramatic as the subject is sublime…’
Known in his lifetime as Indias most famous convert to Christianity, Sundar Singh (18891929) would not approve of that characterization. He loved Jesus and devoted his life to knowing and following him, but he never accepted Christianitys cultural conventions, even as he embraced its stark original teachings.
I was once a Sadhu, that which they refer to in the East as a 'mystic.' I was sitting on the threshold of moksha spiritual liberation - or enlightenment as it's called - But I'm not one anymore. Why? Because I lusted after something else; something just as primal and ubiquitous. It's called 'revenge.'
