MEET SUNIL CHANDRA SAHA, THE MIND BEHIND THE "WEAPON OF RAM", A NEW MYTHOLOGICAL ERA - VORAKA

Sunil Chandra Saha writes from a place where structure meets feeling, where discipline walks beside imagination. His professional life has been shaped by years of entrepreneurship in building Blue Tea India, by systems, strategy, and the weight of consequence, yet beneath that visible journey ran a quieter current, one guided by reflection, observation, and an instinctive pull toward story.

Long before he appeared in print, storytelling lived in him as a habit of attention. Ideas arrived in fragments: a remembered expression, a half-heard conversation, the emotional weather that lingers in a room after words have ended. Slowly, these impressions began to gather shape. His literary debut, Weapon of Ram – Secrets of Aksha Mani Tribes, the first book of a trilogy, marked the moment when private imagination stepped into the public world. Rooted in mythological resonance and emotional fragility, the series revealed a voice able to hold epic scale and intimate vulnerability within the same breath. What began as a deeply personal act of creation has since widened into a narrative universe with room to grow across visual forms and future adaptations.

His professional path has never followed a single, straight line. It has been defined instead by reinvention, by the willingness to step away from certainty and begin again. He has moved across industries and roles, carrying lessons forward while leaving familiar ground behind. Recognition came, and so did setbacks; opportunities opened, others slipped past. Each turn added depth rather than regret, shaping a perspective that values experience as much as arrival.

His entrepreneurial journey drew national attention when one of his ventures was named among India’s fastest-growing startups, followed by a moment of public visibility as co-founder of brand Blue Tea, and winning on Shark Tank India pitch, in Season 2. Earlier still, in his corporate years, he was recognized among the top five managers out of more than five thousand at the Aditya Birla Group, an acknowledgment not only of performance, but of the way he worked with people. Yet these milestones stand not as destinations, but as markers along a longer road defined by curiosity and risk. Through it all, storytelling remained a quiet companion. In his personal life, his role deepened. As an ongoing bitter divorce and the distance that followed from his daughter, Piku, the story became a bridge, a place where presence could continue in another form. Fatherhood turned inward, settling into a constant, unspoken space that found expression through narrative. Longing entered the work not as a theme alone, but as a lived undercurrent.

Years earlier, when Piku was just a year old, he would take her out in her pram and tell her stories, fragments of mythology shaped by memory and imagination. She could not understand the words, yet she would grow still and listen. In that quiet attention, something enduring took root. Those drifting tales, once carried on open air, would return years later with shape and direction, forming the foundations of Weapon of Ram.

The series did not grow as a retelling of the Ramayana or the Mahabharata, but as a new mythological landscape shaped for a different narrative sensibility. In a tradition often guided by singular heroes, Sunil turned toward many voices. His stories unfold through shifting perspectives, shared burdens, logics, and moral choices that resist simplicity. Power, in his world, carries doubt alongside destiny, and the human heart stands as vulnerable as any battlefield.

Such a structure naturally reaches beyond the printed page. Sunil imagines the trilogy Weapon of Ram extending into illustrated storytelling, interactive experiences, and animated form, mediums where myth can be entered as well as observed. Gamified narratives, in particular, offer a way for audiences to move within these worlds, to encounter consequence and choice as participants rather than spectators.

This growing universe carries the same impulse from which it began: connection. What started as a father speaking stories to his daughter in a moving pram has unfolded into a body of work meant to travel across generations and forms. In these stories, memory finds voice, imagination finds shape, and love finds a way to reach beyond distance, trusting that narrative, once set in motion, can go where presence alone cannot. WEAPON OF RAM BY SUNIL CHANDRA SAHA

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Seven centuries have bled into the soil of Bharat since the fires of Raavan’s pyre turned to ash. To the high lords in their gilded palaces and the smallfolk in the mud, the age of miracles is a ghost story already. The people believe the gods have turned their backs, leaving behind only rusted iron and hollow prayers. They are fools. Steel remembers what men choose to forget.

    Prince Ram, the Maryada Purushottam, did not walk into the sunset with a smile. He walked with a heavy heart and a mind burdened by the weight of the celestial astras. He had wielded Kodanda and Nandaka; he had tasted the cold, dark hunger of Chandrahasa, the blade that once drank the blood in the hands of Raavan. Ram saw the world for what it was: a place where gold buys loyalty and ambition chokes out honor. He knew that if the knowledge of the Sages-the cosmic science of Vishwamitra-fell into the hands of petty kings, the world would burn more brightly than Lanka ever did.

     He did not destroy the weapons. A god knows that evil does not die; it merely waits for a new face. Instead, he bound them. Through mantras that could shatter the stars, the divine weapons were tethered to the Aksha Manis, living conduits of celestial magical stones born from the agony of the great serpent Vasuki during the churning of the ocean. These were not mere gems; they were hearts of fire and memory. Without the Mani, the weapon was a dormant husk. With it, it was a god’s wrath made manifest. To guard this terrible inheritance, Ram forged five tribes. The Aksha Mani Tribes. They were the Shastradharis, keepers of the secret flame, hidden in the jagged teeth of mountains and the whispering depths of forests, far from the rot of thrones. For centuries, the silence held. The world forgot. The tribes watched. But time is a slow poison. 

   The purity of the bloodlines has thinned. The discipline of the mantras has begun to fray. In the counting-houses of Takshila and the shadow of the Pyramids by the Nile, men have begun to whisper of the old powers. Trade has turned to espionage; treaties have been signed in blood and broken in greed. The hidden tribes are hidden no longer. One by one, their sanctuaries are being put to the torch. Betrayal has a long reach, and even the most sacred oath can be bought with enough silver.

    The ancient safeguard is collapsing. The Aksha Manis are scattered, fleeing through the wilderness in the hands of the dying and the desperate. In the wreckage of a fallen tribe, a young survivor named Dhruv stands amidst the smoke. He, along with Darukh and Tara, does not carry a crown or a prophecy; they carry only the weight of a question that haunted Ram seven hundred years ago: When the gods are gone, who is left to hold these divine powers of weapons?

The spirit of Raavan has returned, though it wears no ten heads this time. It wears the face of unbridled ambition, of power without humility, spreading from the burning Persian deserts to the heart of Bharat. The world is restless. The air tastes of ozone and impending slaughter.

Weapon of Ram is no tale of divine intervention. The heavens are silent. This is a story of the inheritance of ruin. It is about humans, flawed, bleeding, and terrified, forced to wield the tools of the gods. As the astras stir from their long slumber, they ask a price that no mortal is ready to pay. Can power ever truly be contained? Or do the weapons eventually break the men who think they lead them?

The age of Avatars has faded into the mist. The age of human decisions, with god-level consequences, has begun. The dark winter of wars is coming. And the shankha are blowing. The trilogy dives deeper in questions left by avatars.