Parva: A tale of war, Peace, Love, Death, God, and Man by S.L. Bhyrappa & K.Raghavendra Rao

Author:S.L. Bhyrappa & K.Raghavendra Rao [Bhyrappa, S.L. & Rao, K.Raghavendra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mahabharata, Bharat, Epic, Translation, Kannada
ISBN: 9789390310074
Publisher: Vibhatsu
Published: 2024-11-17T18:30:00+00:00

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Chapter

37

THAT night he slept immediately after he ate. But he also woke up early. He had a dream. Nothing was sharp or clear in it. Did he wake up before the dream could crystallise or the dream

itself woke him up? He was not sure. Was it the usual dream in which flooding waters engulfed him? No, he couldn’t be sure, couldn’t say categorically, yes or no. He heard the melody of a flute in the far distance. It must be from the colony of the cowherds. It was not yet mid-night. The music was soothing to the ears. He rolled on the bed, but sleep would not be his for the rest of the night. Yet he felt less tired than in the evening. The mind that night was less tumultuous than it was in the previous night. In fact, he had some sort of mental peace. He mentally noted that he should invite the flautist the next day to his house and listen to him playing. No, not during the day. Night was a better time for it. Must invite him tomorrow night. Then he silenced his mind and tried to sleep. The flute should be heard, he told himself not only in the night, but also from a distance. Or else it’s effect would be less magical. Karna was churning his own mind, "What did Krishna say? ‘Slough off the jealousy, fear and hatred, accumulated over the years, or else you will not understand my words. Step out of them as a new person. It is not very difficult, this war.’ Yes, he had spoken similar words yesterday evening sitting in my chariot. I remember now. Krishna had said, Karna, the question bothering you is how you can wipe out overnight the record of your sixty-five years of living and transform yourself into an altogether new person? You are asking yourself how you can do so, under the essential elements of that record — yourself undergoing rites proper to the Süta caste, your marriage to Süta women, begetting of children and grandchildrens to Süta women, under-going Süta rites, your friendship with Duryodhana now so deep-rooted, and your equally deep-rooted hatred for the Pandavas. Well, let me tell you that the Süta rites are all outward signs, and they can be discarded to enable you to accept the newly-discovered truth about your birth. Then announce to the world your new but true identity. Then you can test whether the old hatreds and old loves generated in the old environment will survive in the changed conditions. Well, try to be reborn as a new man…’ He said so many other things. I cannot remember now. Had king Pandu married Kunti, taking along with her the son born out of wedlock, they wouldn’t have had the need to go to the Himalayas because of being childless, then I would have been the only son of Maharaja Pandu. I would have been an elder brother to even Duryodhana by twelve years. I would have become the sole sovereign of the Kuru kingdom, with Duryodhana as the heir-apparent.

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