Events

BOOK LAUNCH – BIRDS OF DESTINY

Books & Writing • Events Birds of Destiny — London Book Launch An afternoon of stories, conversations and celebration at October Gallery, London 31 May 2025  •  London On 31 May 2025, I had the pleasure of celebrating the London launch of my novel Birds of Destiny at October Gallery in Bloomsbury. It was a memorable afternoon made special by the presence of readers, friends, family and well-wishers who came together to celebrate the book and the journey behind it. Invitation to the London launch of Birds of Destiny, held at October Gallery on 31 May 2025. Date 31 May 2025 Venue October GalleryLondon Time 2:00 PM – 5:00 PM A Celebration of Birds of Destiny A book begins as a private conversation between an author and an idea. For months, and sometimes years, its characters exist largely within the imagination of the person writing them. Publication changes that relationship: the story leaves the author’s desk and begins a life of its own in the minds of readers. The launch of Birds of Destiny was one of those moments when that transition became tangible for me. What had existed first as an idea, then as a manuscript and finally as a published novel was now being held, discussed and interpreted by other people. Every book has two journeys: the journey through which it is written, and the journey it begins when it finally reaches its readers. About Birds of Destiny Birds of Destiny is a story shaped by questions of fate, human relationships and the unexpected turns through which lives become intertwined. Like much of my writing, the novel is interested not merely in what happens to its characters, but in the larger question that follows them: how much of our lives is determined by our choices, and how much is carried towards us by forces we do not fully understand? A Moment from the Launch The short video below captures a glimpse of the launch and the atmosphere of the afternoon. A short glimpse from the Birds of Destiny London book launch. Moments from the Launch Here are a few photographs from the afternoon. They preserve something that the book itself cannot: the people and conversations that made its launch a celebration. AUTHOR INTERVIEW. AUTHOR INTERVIEW. AUTHOR INTERVIEW. AUTHOR INTERVIEW. My sincere thanks to everyone who attended the launch, to those who helped make the afternoon possible, and to the readers who have welcomed Birds of Destiny into their lives. A book may carry the author’s name on its cover, but after publication its journey belongs equally to its readers. — Madhava Kumar Turumella

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Madhava at Kailash Mansarovar

Nepal, Kailash and the Fragility of Life

Reflection • Prayer • Kailash Nepal, Kailash and the Fragility of Life A reflection on tragedy, mortality, pilgrimage and the mystery of prayer Madhava Turumella  •  31 August 2026  •  London Lake Mansarovar during my Kailash Yatra in 2013. I performed my Sandhyāvandanam prayers here early one morning. What happened in Nepal is truly tragic…heartbreaking, deeply distressing, and an unimaginable loss. Yet, in moments such as these, we may also remember that Lord Shiva is the Lord of Moksha. He represents both beginning and end, creation and dissolution. Rudra is understood as having two distinct aspects: the fierce and destructive form, Ghora, and the peaceful, benevolent form, Shiva or Aghora. In the Yajurveda, there is a beautiful prayer: Yā te Rudra śivā tanūr-aghorā’pāpakāśinī | Tayā nas tanuvā śantamayā giriśantābhicākaśīhi || “O Lord Rudra, who dwells upon the mountains and bestows happiness, look upon us through your most auspicious, peaceful and non-terrifying form…the form that removes suffering and leads us towards spiritual illumination.” Death is around us constantly. It follows us breath after breath, meal after meal, step after step. Yet we necessarily become unconscious of its presence; otherwise, perhaps, we could not live our everyday lives. But sometimes we are suddenly awakened to that reality. Like lightning, it strikes us…the uncertainty and fragility of life. We weep. We cry. We ask why. There is an old saying: “Yamasya karuṇā nāsti.” Yama, the Lord of Death, does not postpone his arrival out of compassion. When the appointed moment comes, human wishes and calculations cannot restrain him. Memories of Kailash I remember my own Kailash Yatra thirteen years ago, in 2013. I travelled along some of the same roads that are now buried beneath enormous quantities of mud, and I passed through the same Chinese immigration facilities that have now reportedly been devastated. At almost the same time as my pilgrimage to Kailash, an unimaginable catastrophe unfolded behind me at Kedarnath. The devastating floods swept away buildings, roads and lives. Thousands of people never returned home. The weather at Kailash itself was extremely severe. The photograph accompanying this post was taken early one morning at Lake Mansarovar. I performed my Sandhyāvandanam prayers there. The water was bitterly cold, close to freezing. Only about a hundred metres away from me, a young person entered the water to bathe and tragically died there. Our Kailash Parikrama was also engulfed in snowstorms. At times, the journey became extraordinarily difficult. Many pilgrims ahead and behind us died. A prayer to Mother Parvati “I am your child. I have come to your home. Do with me as you please.” The physical pain did not disappear. The storm did not suddenly stop. But something within me changed. The journey became far more spiritual. In the end, I completed my Yatra and returned safely to my home in London. Not everyone who undertakes such a journey returns. But I do not believe that this necessarily means that those who do not return are somehow less fortunate in a spiritual sense. We pray with particular expectations, yet sometimes the answer to prayer comes in a form entirely different from the one we imagined. None of these reflections can remove the anguish of losing someone we love. Philosophy cannot erase grief, nor should it attempt to. My heartfelt condolences go to every family that has lost a loved one in this tragedy. May those who are grieving find the strength to endure what words cannot adequately console. Life is given to us, and one day it is taken back. Between those two mysteries, we can only live, love, serve and pray. My prayers are with the departed souls and with all those who remain behind in grief. I also express my appreciation to the authorities in Nepal and China, the rescue personnel, volunteers, emergency workers and international organisations working under extraordinarily difficult circumstances to bring relief to those affected. Om Shāntiḥ   Shāntiḥ   Shāntiḥ. In prayers, Madhava Turumella 31 August 2026 London, U.K.

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