Capítulo 19: CHAPTER 19: Cruelty and Karna's anger.
In the heart of the forest, where the rustling leaves and gentle streams painted a tranquil tapestry, a new chapter of destiny was about to unfold. Yudhishthir, the firstborn of Pandu and Kunti, had brought both joy and a sense of responsibility to their lives. And yet, the yearning for a second child, one who would carry the legacy of their lineage, burned within their hearts.
Pandu, his eyes gazing upon the expanse of nature, made a decision that would invoke the divine and set their journey in motion. Turning to Kunti, he spoke with a voice that carried both determination and reverence.
"Kunti, my beloved wife, let us call upon Vayudev, the Wind God, to bless us with a second child. It is through his grace that our family shall flourish."
Kunti nodded, her eyes reflecting her trust in her husband's wisdom. She closed her eyes, her palms pressed together, and her heart filled with devotion. The words of the mantra flowed from her lips like a sacred melody, each syllable infused with the power of her intent.
"O Vayudev, Wind God, I beseech you with a heart full of reverence. Bless us with your divine presence and grace our family with a second child, a child who shall embody your strength and vitality."
As the last echoes of the mantra faded into the air, a breeze swept through the forest, carrying with it a sense of anticipation. The very atmosphere seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly energy, and before their eyes, a figure materialized – a formidable being, the embodiment of the Wind God himself.
Vayudev's presence was awe-inspiring, his form a whirlwind of ethereal power. His eyes held a depth of knowledge that spanned the cosmos, and his voice resonated like the gusts of a mighty storm.
"I have heard your plea, Pandu and Kunti," Vayudev's voice carried the weight of ages, "and I am here to bestow my blessings upon your family."
Pandu and Kunti bowed respectfully before Vayudev, their hearts brimming with gratitude. Pandu's voice held a note of both humility and hope as he spoke.
"O Wind God, we are forever in your debt. Grant us the honor of a child, a child who carries your features and embodies your strength."
Vayudev's eyes twinkled with a mixture of kindness and power. "So shall it be."
With those words, a brilliant light enveloped Vayudev, and from within its radiant embrace emerged a child – a child whose very presence exuded a vitality and might that seemed to be drawn from the very essence of wind and storm.
Pandu and Kunti gazed upon their newborn son in awe, their hearts filled with wonder and a sense of profound blessing. The child's features bore a resemblance to Vayudev himself, a testament to the divine lineage that coursed through his veins.
Pandu's voice trembled with emotion as he held the child in his arms. "We name him Bhima, for he shall be a force of strength and valor that shall shape the destiny of our lineage."
Vayudev's eyes crinkled with a smile, and his voice carried a note of affection. "Bhima, a fitting name for a child who carries the very essence of wind and power. May he grow to fulfill his destined role."
As Vayudev began to dissipate, his form merging with the elements around him, Kunti's voice held a note of gratitude and reverence. "Thank you, O Wind God, for gracing our family with your divine blessing."
And so, in the heart of the forest, amidst the whispers of leaves and the rustling of branches, a second chapter of destiny began to unfold. Bhima, born of the Wind God's blessing, would grow to become a pillar of strength and courage, a mighty warrior whose name would echo through the annals of history. The sacred bond between the mortal and the divine had been forged, setting into motion a tale of valor and heroism that would stand the test of time.
At the same time in hastinapur:
In the heart of Hastinapur, a cave concealed within the depths of the earth held secrets of destiny that were about to be unveiled. Within this cavern, 101 pots were carefully stored, each containing a precious seed. These seeds bore the potential to shape the future of the Kuru dynasty, a lineage entwined with both hope and uncertainty.
As Bhima took his first breath in the forest, a tempest brewed in the skies over Hastinapur. Dark clouds gathered, and the winds howled with an eerie intensity, carrying with them a sense of anticipation and power. Nature itself seemed to mirror the cosmic forces at play, as if acknowledging the significance of the events unfolding in the human realm.
High above the palace of Hastinapur, a raven perched upon the palace walls, its keen eyes surveying the scene below. Ved Vyas's message had reached the ears of those who resided within the palace, and a sense of both excitement and trepidation spread among the inhabitants.
Word had spread swiftly, and the members of the Kuru family had assembled in the cave, their gazes fixed upon the 101 pots that held the seeds of Gandhari's impending progeny. Dhritarashtra and Gandhari stood side by side, their hearts a blend of hope and anticipation.
Ved Vyas, his presence imbued with an air of profound knowing, stood among them, his gaze focused upon the pots. He spoke with a voice that carried the weight of a seer's insight.
"The seeds of destiny lie before us, ready to take root and shape the course of time. The moment is upon us."
As if in response to his words, a hush fell over the assembled crowd. All eyes were locked upon the pots, the air heavy with expectation. And then, in an instant that seemed to transcend time itself, a remarkable event unfolded.
One of the pots quivered, and then it shook with an intensity that defied explanation. The earth seemed to tremble in resonance, and a collective gasp escaped the lips of those present. In a breathtaking display of cosmic synchronicity, the pot cracked open, and from within emerged a child – a child whose birth carried the promise of a legacy yet to be written.
The child's arrival was accompanied by a surge of energy that seemed to ripple through the very fabric of existence. As the newborn let out its first cry, a gust of wind erupted from the cave, its force magnified by the storm that raged outside. The winds howled, carrying with them a sense of both tumult and rebirth.
The cave within Hastinapur held an air of anticipation as the assembled members of the Kuru family stood before the pots, their eyes filled with wonder at the miraculous birth that had just taken place. Gandhari and Dhritarashtra, bound by their blindfolds, could not see the child, but their hearts were aglow with hope and excitement.
Ved Vyas's presence infused the chamber with a sense of gravitas, his eyes holding a depth of insight that extended beyond the realm of mortals. Beside him, Bhishma, Satyavati, and others stood, their gazes fixed upon the newborn child.
Vidura, a man of wisdom and insight, stood before them, his expression a mixture of gravity and concern. As the family members gathered, the atmosphere in the room shifted, a subtle undercurrent of tension weaving through the air like an invisible thread.
Gandhari, her voice tinged with excitement and impatience, couldn't help but ask, "Vidura, please tell us, how is our child? Is the baby healthy?"
Vidura's gaze held a complexity of emotions, his words measured and deliberate. "Gandhari, your child has been born into this world, and the news is indeed one of joy. The child is healthy and carries the potential of a bright future."
A collective sigh of relief swept through the room, and Gandhari's heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and elation. Dhritarashtra's voice held a note of tenderness as he spoke, his words directed toward his wife.
"Gandhari, our prayers have been answered. Our child is a blessing."
However, as the words hung in the air, Vidura's countenance grew somber, and he stepped forward, his voice a harbinger of a revelation that would shake the very foundations of their understanding.
"Yet, my dear family, there is a matter of grave importance that must be shared. A truth that has been revealed to me by the currents of fate."
All eyes turned toward Vidura, a sense of foreboding settling over them like a heavy mist. Bhishma, the venerable patriarch, regarded Vidura with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Vidura, what is it that troubles you?"
Vidura's voice held an undercurrent of urgency as he began to recount the events that had unfolded. "As your newborn child entered this world, the very fabric of nature seemed to respond. A storm, fierce and powerful, swept through the land, carrying with it a sense of both awe and apprehension."
Gandhari's brows furrowed, her heart beginning to race. "A storm, you say? What does it signify?"
Vidura's gaze held a weight of knowledge that transcended the physical realm. "The storm, my dear sister, is often seen as a portent, a harbinger of both change and upheaval. It is a phenomenon that nature itself acknowledges as an omen, a sign of events to come."
Satyavati, the wise matriarch, stepped forward, her voice calm yet filled with a sense of inquiry. "Vidura, what are you trying to convey?"
Vidura took a deep breath, his voice steady as he uttered the words that would shatter the fragile veil of hope that had enveloped the room. "I have seen, I have felt, and I have come to understand that this child, born amidst the storm's fury, carries within them a destiny that intertwines with the fate of Hastinapur and the Kuru clan."
Dhritarashtra's voice quivered with a mixture of disbelief and fear. "What do you mean, Vidura?"
Vidura's eyes held a resolute intensity as he answered, his words echoing with a sense of inevitability. "This child, my dear brother, is fated to be both a harbinger and a participant in the destruction of Hastinapur and the Kuru dynasty."
Silence hung in the room like a heavy fog, each word spoken by Vidura sinking into the hearts of those who listened. Gandhari's hands began to tremble, her mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of what had been revealed.
Dhritarashtra's voice rose, a mix of anguish and desperation. "No, Vidura, you must be mistaken! Our child is innocent, a beacon of hope for our lineage!"
Vidura's expression remained unwavering, his voice a gentle yet unyielding force. "My dear brother, the winds of fate carry with them truths that cannot be denied. I share this revelation not to cast blame, but to ensure that we approach the future with eyes wide open."
Tears welled in Gandhari's blindfolded eyes, her heart heavy with a sense of overwhelming sorrow. She stumbled backward, her voice a whisper laden with disbelief.
"No… it cannot be…"
Dhritarashtra, his voice choked with emotion, reached out to her, his plea a mixture of desperation and love. "Vidura, please, we cannot allow our child to bear this burden. There must be a way to avert this fate."
Vidura's gaze held a mixture of empathy and resolve. "My dear brother, the winds of fate are relentless, and the tapestry of destiny is woven with threads beyond our mortal understanding. The storm that accompanied the child's birth is a sign, a reminder that the path ahead is fraught with challenges."
Vidura's conviction had been resolute, his words echoing with the belief that the child's destiny was intertwined with the destruction of Hastinapur. The gravity of the situation had led the family to a heart-wrenching decision – a decision that would forever alter the course of their lives.
As the family grappled with the weight of their choice, Gandhari's world began to blur, her consciousness slipping away as her mind struggled to process the magnitude of what had transpired. Her body gave way to the overwhelming flood of emotions, and she collapsed to the ground in a faint.
Dhritarashtra, his heart heavy with both sorrow and helplessness, stood frozen, his gaze locked upon the unconscious form of his beloved wife. Sage Ved Vyas, a witness to the events that had unfolded, shook his head with a sense of disappointment, his expression a mix of compassion and resignation.
Amidst the pallor that had settled over the palace, a presence emerged – a presence that would serve as a beacon of divine intervention. Karna, the 7-year-old Avatar of Lord Shiva, entered the scene, his aura radiating a mixture of power and purpose. His eyes, a mirror to the cosmos itself, bore witness to the unfolding drama.
Karna's gaze swept over the gathered individuals – the royal family, the soldiers, and the wise sage – each held in place by the sheer force of his presence. His voice, when he spoke, was both soft and commanding, carrying a weight that belied his age.
"Release the child."
The soldiers, who had been positioned to carry out the tragic command, found themselves unable to move, their limbs frozen as if held in a vice grip. Karna's eyes seemed to pierce through their very beings, his unwavering determination a force that defied explanation.
The royal family, their expressions a mix of shock and awe, watched as Karna stepped forward and gently lifted the unconscious child from the ground. His touch was gentle, his movements deliberate, as he cradled the infant in his arms.
"How?" Karna's voice thundered through the palace, each word a command that demanded answers. "How could you even contemplate such an act? To harm an innocent child born into this world?"
The ground beneath them seemed to tremble as Karna's anger resonated with the very essence of existence. The royal family and Vidura were frozen in place, their expressions a mixture of shock and trepidation as they faced the wrath of this divine incarnation.
Vidur voice, a mix of confusion and fear, trembled as he spoke. "Karna, our intentions were to avert a prophecy, to protect the kingdom."
Karna's eyes blazed with an unwavering fire as he retorted, "And in doing so, you would become the instruments of cruelty and injustice? Do you truly believe that the path of righteousness can be paved with such actions?"
Gandhari, her senses returning, stirred from her faint, her heart aching at the realization of the dire situation. As she felt Karna's protective presence, a surge of relief and gratitude washed over her.
"Karna…" her voice held a mixture of emotion, "you are here to shield my child?"
Karna's expression softened as he turned to Gandhari, his voice gentle yet resolute. "Yes,mata. I am here to ensure that no harm befalls this innocent life. For it is not through darkness, but through the light of compassion, that we must navigate our destinies."
Vidura, his countenance a mixture of remorse and understanding, addressed Karna with a solemn tone. "Karna, we acted out of fear and the desire to protect our kingdom. This is the only way to save the Kingdom"
Karna's eyes bore into Vidura's, his voice carrying a mixture of sternness and warning. "Fear is no justification for cruelty. Don't forget who you are prime minister vidur and don't make me angry and you will be the bad omen for this kingdom"
Bhishma, his wisdom honed through the ages, sensed the gravity of the situation and the power that emanated from Karna. "Karna's words hold the truth, Vidura. We must reevaluate our actions and make amends for the path we had set upon."
Karna's voice resonated with a finality that seemed to echo through the corridors of time. "Let this be a warning – if anyone dares to lay a hand upon this child with the intent to harm, I shall unleash the fury of Lord Shiva himself upon this kingdom."
The royal family and Vidura felt a chill run down their spines, a stark reminder of the consequences that awaited should they stray from the path of righteousness. Panic began to take hold, and even the resolute Vidura found himself immobilized by the presence of the divine force before him.
As Karna lowered the child to Gandhari's arms, his eyes held a mixture of compassion and determination. "Protect and nurture this child mata, for their destiny is intertwined with the future of Hastinapur. Let your actions be guided by the principles of virtue, and let compassion be your guiding light."
Gandhari: Thank you,Putra karna.
With those words, Karna turned and began to leave, his steps carrying the weight of his purpose. The royal family and Vidura remained motionless, a sense of awe and humility settling over them.
And so, within the palace walls, the scales of destiny had been tipped by the intervention of a divine force. Karna, the embodiment of Lord Shiva's essence, had stood as a guardian of truth, reminding the royal family that even in the face of uncertainty, the choices they made held the power to shape their future. The storm that had been unleashed within their hearts had been quelled by the force of righteousness, and in its wake, a newfound sense of purpose and determination began to take root and the child who will be called duryodhana in the future not seeing his mother face but the back of karna who protected him.
To be continued.......
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