# The Whole Story in 15 Minutes
**Narrator:**
In 1630 a boy was born in a hilltop fort called Shivneri to a Maratha sardar named Shahaji Bhonsla and his proud, fiercely devout wife Jijabai. Shahaji was away on campaign — the way Maratha sardars usually were, hired out to whichever Deccan sultanate paid them best — and Jijabai raised the boy almost alone. She named him for the local goddess Shivai. Within fifty years that boy would build a kingdom from nothing, terrify the largest empire in the world, and die a crowned sovereign of a land that had never had a sovereign of its own.
This is the story of how.
## The Land and the Boy
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Maharashtra in the early seventeenth century was a contested frontier. The Mughals pushed down from the north. The Adil Shahi sultans pushed up from Bijapur. The Nizam Shahis crumbled at Ahmednagar. In between sat the Western Ghats — black-stone cliffs, jagged ravines, two hundred forts hammered into ridge-tops — and a population of farmer-warriors who had spent four centuries paying tribute to whichever army was passing through.
Jijabai raised Shivaji on the old stories. The Ramayana, the Mahabharata, the songs of Tukaram and Eknath, the tales of how a free king is supposed to look. She told him the land of Maharashtra had once had its own kings and could have them again. Dadoji Konddeo, his tutor, taught him to ride, fight, and read account books in three scripts. By sixteen Shivaji was riding into the hills with a band of childhood friends and looking at the empty forts on the ridges and asking, in effect: *whose are these, really? The Sultan's? Or the man who can hold them?*
## The First Forts
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He took Torna fort in 1646 without firing a shot — walked the small garrison into surrender by sheer talk. He renamed it Prachandgad. He took Kondhana, Purandar, Singhgad. By the time the Bijapur court realized what was happening, Shivaji had eight forts and a small army of Mavle infantry — men born in the hills who could climb a cliff in the dark and slit a sentry's throat before sunrise. The Sultan summoned Shahaji to Bijapur and had him imprisoned to force the son into obedience.
**Shivaji:**
*(To his council, when news of his father's arrest arrives)*
"They have my father. They will not have me. We will not let our country be bought and sold by foreign sultans. Continue with the campaign."
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He negotiated his father's release through Mughal intermediaries, surrendering a few forts as theater. Then the moment Bijapur turned its back, he took them all again.
## Afzal Khan
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In 1659 the Bijapur court sent its giant general, Afzal Khan, with ten thousand cavalry to bring Shivaji's head back in a sack. Afzal Khan asked for a personal meeting under flag of truce. Shivaji knew it was a trap. He went anyway. He wore steel mail under his cotton coat. He hid the wagh-nakh — the *tiger claw*, a four-bladed knuckle weapon — palmed in his fist. When Afzal Khan rose to embrace him in the negotiation tent at the foot of Pratapgad fort, Shivaji let the embrace begin, then disemboweled him with the wagh-nakh on the way out of it. The Bijapur army, leaderless, was annihilated in the ravines by Maratha troops waiting in ambush above.
It was the first time anyone had seriously hurt a major Deccan power from the hills. The legend of Shivaji begins from this moment.
## Surat
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The Mughals woke up. Aurangzeb, newly crowned, ordered his most able general — his uncle Shaista Khan — to march south and finish the Maratha problem. Shaista Khan took Pune, occupied Shivaji's childhood house, and settled in for a long campaign. One night in April 1663 Shivaji and a handpicked party walked into the camp disguised as a Mughal wedding procession, found the Khan's bedroom, slashed off three of his fingers as he leapt out of bed, killed his son, and vanished back into the hills before dawn. Shaista Khan was recalled to Delhi in disgrace.
A year later Shivaji rode for Surat — the richest Mughal port on the Arabian Sea, the funnel through which the empire's western trade ran. He sacked it for a week. He took gold, jewels, broadcloth, ivory, by the camel-load. He spared the foreign factories that paid tribute. He left a hole in the imperial revenue stream that the Mughals would feel for years.
## The Agra Trap
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By 1666 Aurangzeb wanted the man in front of him. He invited Shivaji to court at Agra under safe conduct, promising honors, position, conversation. Shivaji went. He took his nine-year-old son Sambhaji and a small retinue. Aurangzeb received him coldly, seated him among lesser nobles. Shivaji walked out of the durbar in protest.
That night he was placed under house arrest in a Mughal mansion ringed with guards. He had walked into the heart of the empire and they had closed the gates behind him.
He played dead. Literally. He let it be known that he had fallen ill, then very ill, then was dying. He began sending out daily baskets of sweets to Brahmins and holy men, baskets so large they had to be carried on poles by two bearers each. The Mughals inspected the first dozen baskets. Then they got bored. On the night of August 17, 1666, Shivaji and Sambhaji left Agra inside two of those baskets. By the time the guards realized the prisoner was a pillow, the king of the Marathas was already three days into the wilderness, on a back route through Mathura and Allahabad, traveling as a wandering sadhu.
He reached Raigad three weeks later. The whole of India learned the news at once and could not stop talking about it for a generation. Aurangzeb, in Agra, was reported to have gone pale and ordered the gates of the city locked. The man he had wanted humbled was the most famous escapee in the empire.
## Coronation
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Eight years of recovering territory followed. Shivaji took back his forts. He built a navy at Sindhudurg — a thing no inland Indian kingdom had ever done seriously — and began patrolling the Konkan coast against the Portuguese, the Siddis, and the English. He raised revenue with a system of his own design, replacing the old jagirdari land grants with salaried officers and direct taxation. He gave fixed share of forty percent of all war-loot to his soldiers, in cash, the same day.
In June 1674 he was crowned Chhatrapati at the fort of Raigad. The ceremony was conducted by Brahmins from Banaras, who had had to be argued into accepting that a man from a Maratha cultivator caste was eligible for the throne by Vedic rite at all. Shivaji paid them. He performed the ceremony for himself in the Sanskrit forms not used for a Hindu coronation in centuries.
**Shivaji:**
*(At the moment of crowning, holding the sword Bhavani)*
"This crown is not mine. It belongs to the people of this land — the farmer, the soldier, the priest, the merchant — who have lived too long under masters who did not know their names. I take it on their behalf. I will rule for them."
**Narrator:**
He was forty-four years old.
## The Southern Expedition
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In 1677 he marched south with a Maratha army and walked into the territories of his half-brother Vyankoji at Thanjavur. He took the Karnataka forts of Vellore and Jinji. He raised tribute from the Golconda Sultan. He returned home with the southern flank of his kingdom secured.
He had built, in twenty-eight years from the first fort to the last, a sovereign kingdom that ran from the Konkan coast to the Tungabhadra, with a navy, a salaried civil service, a fort system of three hundred fortifications, an annual revenue equal to a major Mughal province, and a fighting force of one hundred thousand light cavalry whose tactics no imperial army had yet figured out how to counter.
## The Last Years
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He was not at peace. His son Sambhaji had quarreled with him bitterly — over wine, over a poet's wife, over the question of who would inherit. The boy had fled to the Mughal camp once and come back, and Shivaji had locked him up at Panhala and then let him out, and they were not speaking again. Shivaji's second wife schemed for her own son Rajaram. The court was rotten with it.
In April 1680 Shivaji fell ill at Raigad with what the chronicles call a violent fever. It lasted twelve days. He died on April 3 at the age of fifty.
**Narrator:**
He had not named an heir.
## Sambhaji
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Sambhaji took the throne anyway, putting Rajaram and his mother under guard. He was twenty-three. He had courage, brilliance, recklessness, and not enough patience. Aurangzeb, sensing his moment, moved the entire Mughal court to the Deccan and dug in for a thirty-year war against Shivaji's state. Sambhaji fought him to a standstill for nine years. Then he was captured in 1689, tortured for three weeks, and executed at Vadhu.
**Narrator:**
The Maratha state did not die with him. Rajaram fled south, kept the war going from Jinji. The widow Tarabai picked up the standard after Rajaram died. The Mughals, slowly, were ground down. Aurangzeb died in 1707 still trying to extinguish the kingdom Shivaji had built. He failed.
## What He Left
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A century after his death, his successors — the Peshwas — would sit at Pune and effectively rule most of the subcontinent. The British, when they arrived, would find that the army hardest to defeat in India was the one descended from Shivaji's Mavles. The Maratha confederacy was the last indigenous Indian power to fall to the Raj, and it did not fall easily.
But the larger thing he left was an idea. That a free, self-governing Hindu kingdom in the Deccan was not a fantasy. That a small man from a small caste, with a small army and a single great mountain range to hide behind, could carve a sovereignty out of the territory of empires. That the land belonged to the people who held it, and that holding it was a matter of will more than blood.
**Narrator:**
Jadunath Sarkar, who wrote the great history this book is built on, ended his last chapter with a single sentence about the man:
> Shivaji has proved by his example that the Hindu race can build a nation, found a state, defeat enemies, conduct conquests, and run their own administration; that they can maintain fleets and commercial enterprises of their own.
**Narrator:**
He proved it once. He proved it for keeps. And the country he made, even after every empire that ever ruled India had ended, was still there.
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The Whole Story in 15 Minutes
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The Whole Story in 15 Minutes
सङ्क्षिप्तशिवाजीचरितम्
Fifty years of one life from Shivneri to Raigad — the boy who took eight forts before he was twenty, the man who killed Afzal Khan, sacked Surat, escaped Agra in a fruit basket, and was crowned Chhatrapati of a sovereign Hindu kingdom in 1674.
