Chapitre 31: Chapter 31
"Your Grace, implementing such sweeping changes all at once risks disrupting the delicate balance of our kingdom. Perhaps a more prudent approach would be to address smaller issues first, gradually easing the transition towards a more stable and prosperous future." A young man asked.
Karthikeya's piercing gaze fell upon the man, challenging him to provide a counterargument. "What is your name?" he inquired, his voice laced with regal authority.
The man, caught off guard, hesitated for a moment before responding, "It is Shiva Kashi, Your Highness."
Karthikeya nodded, his eyes still fixed on Shiva. "Shiva," he began, his voice resonating with a parable-like quality, "imagine a hungry cat and a ravenous tiger entering your home. The cat scampers towards the kitchen, seeking any scraps it can find, while the tiger, with its predatory instincts, sets its sights on your family. Would you, in your judgment, ignore the imminent threat posed by the tiger and focus on the less pressing danger of the cat, or would you prioritize the safety of your loved ones and deal with the tiger first?"
Shiva, absorbing Karthikeya's analogy, understood the underlying message. He bowed respectfully and replied, "Your Highness, I would undoubtedly protect my family from the tiger."
Karthikeya's lips curled into a subtle smile.
"Precisely," he affirmed. "And that is precisely what I am doing. In every society, kingdom, or civilization, it is not the accumulation of material wealth, such as gold or diamonds, that constitutes the most precious treasure. Instead, it is the next generation, the children who will inherit the world after our era, who represent our true future. They are my priority, and their well-being surpasses all else."
His gaze swept across the room, seeking any dissent among the assembled dignitaries. Yet, he was met with silence, punctuated only by nods of agreement. Karthikeya's words had struck a chord, resonating with the fundamental human instinct to protect and nurture the next generation.
Karthikeya's voice, infused with a mix of authority and passion, reverberated through the hall. "Shiva," he addressed the man who had raised the question, "I must correct your misconception. The kingdom is not merely in ruins; it stands upon a bedrock of resilience, waiting to be transformed into a magnificent edifice. I envision not a temporary shelter for my people but an eternal palace, a testament to their enduring spirit and the transformative power of my policies and reforms."
A hush fell over the gathering as Karthikeya's words painted a vivid picture of a revitalized kingdom, a beacon of hope and prosperity.
"Furthermore," he continued, his voice resonating with conviction, "I am not merely creating a new system; I am restoring the purity of our traditional system, the one meticulously crafted by the wisdom of our sages. Delve into our scriptures, trace the annals of our history, and you will discover that neither our sages nor the deities we revere and worship ever intended for caste to be determined by birth alone. Instead, it was meant to be earned through the acquisition of knowledge and the knowledge they had mastered the occupation they had choosn."
Karthikeya's words echoed the principles of a bygone era, an era when meritocracy prevailed and individuals were not defined by their lineage but by their actions. "It is this very system," he declared, his voice filled with a tinge of sadness, "that has been corrupted, the freedom of choice stifled, and the path to greatness obstructed for many. Brilliant minds, capable of illuminating the world, have been denied the opportunity to shine due to the shackles of a distorted caste system."
A wave of understanding rippled through the assembly as Karthikeya's impassioned speech touched a chord within their hearts. They recognized the injustice that had plagued their society for far too long, the suppression of potential that had hindered their kingdom's progress.
"Your Highness," an elderly voice interjected from within the crowd, "we applaud your ambition and your aspirations for our kingdom. However, we must also consider the feasibility of your vision. Can our kingdom truly achieve such greatness, and how long can we expect these changes to last?"
Karthikeya fell silent, his brow furrowed in contemplation as he absorbed the question posed by the elderly man. The weight of the kingdom's future rested heavily upon his shoulders, and the uncertainty of his endeavors gnawed at his confidence.
"Can I achieve it?" he murmured, echoing the question. "Would it last?"
A flicker of doubt danced in his eyes, a fleeting challenge to his unwavering determination. But as quickly as it arose, it was extinguished, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose.
"Truthfully," he confessed, his voice resonating with honesty, "I cannot guarantee success. I cannot assure you that my efforts will bear lasting fruit. But what I do know is that I must try. I must ignite the spark of change, even if it means sacrificing my own fleeting existence."
His words carried a profound sense of selflessness, a willingness to surrender his personal aspirations for the greater good of his people. "My spark," he declared, his voice gaining strength, "may flicker and fade, but it shall kindle a raging inferno. And from the ashes of my fallen palace, thousands upon thousands shall rise, each embodying my will, each carrying the torch of progress forward."
Karthikeya's unwavering belief in the next generation shone through his impassioned words. "We are all Bharathiya," he proclaimed, his voice echoing with pride, "seekers of light and knowledge. And it is in them, in the youth of our land, that I place my faith. They are the torchbearers of our future, the embodiment of our hope."
Karthikeya's voice, resolute and unwavering, echoed through the hall. "I shall be their guiding light, their unwavering support, until my very last breath," he declared, his words carrying the weight of a solemn promise.
The assembly listened in rapt attention, their hearts stirred by Karthikeya's unwavering commitment to the future of their kingdom. They saw in him not just a ruler, but a beacon of hope, a symbol of change and progress.
"I will not rest until every child, regardless of their background or circumstances, has access to the knowledge and opportunities they deserve," Karthikeya continued, his voice resonating with passion. "I will not rest until our kingdom sheds the shackles of injustice and inequality, and embraces the true spirit of Bharathiya, where every individual is valued and empowered."
His words ignited a spark of inspiration within the gathering, a shared sense of purpose that transcended their individual differences. They felt a renewed sense of optimism, a belief that maybe Karthikeya's leadership may change the future for the better, the majority decided to give him a chance.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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