Reading Notes Part B: Sacred Tales of India

Reading Part B consisted of several stories just as Part A did. Instead of the three stories, there were four: The Bride of Yama, The Goddess who Devoured Elephants, The Slayer of Kangsa, and Chand, The Unbeliever. After reading the stories, I wanted to take the most notes over The Slayer of Kangsa as it piqued my interest about a new story. Once I saw slayer, I immediately thought about the potential of one of my pre-existing characters.

Krishna Kills Kangsa
The Slayer of Kangsa talked about Kangsa, who was a king of Mathura, that had become a tyrant and oppressor. Because of his evil deeds, the lesser gods had to ascend to heaven for divine intervention and advocate for the death of Kangsa. Kangsa was so evil that he was having children killed, but little did he know that his on sister had a newly born son. He released giants and soldiers to dismember the children of the land. The gods eventually intervened and dismissed this tirade on children. However, Even after Kangsa's' death, he still had henchmen placed to eliminate other gods such as Vishnu. Vishnu overcame Kagnsa's lingering forces.




Bibliography: Neogi, D. N. "Sacred Tales of India." Sacred Tales of India. N.p., 1916. Web. 11 Apr. 2017

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