He did his promise; his
face is covered with satisfaction but he is almost grounded now. Still he is
able to smile with no regrets because he knew that he done the right thing. He
knew that he will be remembered forever with no doubts. He let Arjuna to kill him; he wanted to keep
his word till the end, he wanted his mother to be happy with his brothers. Yes,
he is dead now; Karna, the generous; the strongest warrior, the greatest human
and the responsible son. Now he is down to earth. His story is over now.
“One of us will die!!”
his voice is cycling around her mind. She is a failed mother; she knew that.
She can’t keep the pain inside now. She is about to burst. She is cursing her
lust, the moment it gets over her mind and body. Karna, her first child is dead
by his brother’s hand. She knew that she is the reason for his death; the
humiliation he suffered. No answer exists here for his questions, she knew
that. Tears started flowing from her eyes. “Forgive me, my son” .She screamed
alone. Asking for forgiveness is the only possible exit, but he is no more here
to give her the way out from this melancholy. “Where were you, when I need you the most?” It
keeps on repeating like an unlimited loop.
Arjuna roared with
elation. He cornered his strongest enemy. Now, there exist no walls in between
him. The war is almost over and it is already written to his name. But, how did
it happen? Why Karna didn’t take his divine weapon, Brahmastra? How his chariot
wheel trapped in soil? How his arrows penetrated Karna’s amours? Arjuna is
twisted with so many questions. He found happiness in no faces. His confusion
started growing deep!!
It was not because of
Arjuna; it was Karnas fate. Despite the excruciating pain, he thought about his
guru’s comfort. He felt mercy on a crying child. He was merciful, he knew that
it was Indra who was cheating on him but still he kept his character by giving
him his inborn Kavacha and Kundala. Yes, the generous Karna is no more. Arjuna is shocked to find the fact that he had
committed fratricide. All the taste of victory faded far away.
“You knew what was going to happen and you could have
prevented the war.” Gandhari, the mother of loser’s side; her entire
family was perished in that war, asked Krishna. The answer was a simple smile,
a small curve on his face. It was that curve, that smile that carried the
answers of human mysteries.
P.s-An adaptation to "KochuThomban", A chapter from Booker prize winning 'The God of small things". I love that chapter, only that chapter, the way she put her words in that chapter, the way she simplified it,the way she Imagined it. My respect!
P.s-An adaptation to "KochuThomban", A chapter from Booker prize winning 'The God of small things". I love that chapter, only that chapter, the way she put her words in that chapter, the way she simplified it,the way she Imagined it. My respect!
