Kunal Roy
After Bhisma gave up in the battle of Kurukshetra, prince Duryodhona was scared of the impending events. One of them was losing the battle to Pandavas. Shakuni, the diplomatic was always there to guide his nephew like the beacon of light amid the surging waves of the ocean. A sense of profound trepidation worked in him. An interrogative twist appeared on his forehead. Apprehension took its root in him. Accompanied by the other mortal beings he went to Drona, proposed him to lead the battle and snatch the sweetness of victory from his perennial foes! Hostility was in his blood. The waves retreat but the evil thoughts in Duryodhona never took a back seat. No body could ever gauge the Himalayan animosity nurtured by him. Drona was caught between the devil and the deep sea. He could foresee the terrible consequences. But destiny had a different plan! He agreed unwillingly. He agreed to hatch the terrible scheme of framing ‘Chakravui’! A policy often adopted by the warriors of yesteryears.
The sun rose in the east, spread its glow far and wide. The gloominess was tried to be expunged. However, the nature was in her forelorn outlook! Every single moment awaited the ‘moment’ going to be etched forever in the heart of legendary tales! The warriors gathered with the same vim and vivacity. Arjuna was taken far away from the battle. The prime motive was to enchain Yuddhisthira. Unfortunately the motive was shattered into pieces. Abhimanyu managed to use his warfare skills to enter the Chakravui ( The Cauldron of Death)! A terrible battle was ensued between him and Kauravas. The bravery of a boy of merely eighteen years shocked the warriors. One after the another was killed. Intensionally the laws were broken. As Avimanyu picked the wheel of chariot to reveal his mammoth prowess, he was assailed by the nine warriors and Arjuna’s son was killed incorrigibly. Strange enough to note that there was a gentle smile on his face. A fearless warrior. A humble husband of Uttara. A perfect father of Parikshit. A true disciple of Krishna, the Lord!
The sun set. The lamps of Arjuna were of put off. The sword passed through the father’s heart. An oath taken by the unwavering grief to avenge. But the loss remained a loss. No matter how far Arjuna travelled to seek his revenge, Avimanyu his son never looked back to come and hug his father with tears in his eyes. The warmth was absent. The rough cold wind whispered the dismal tidings to Arjuna. The heart bloated with pride and honour amid the tears rolling down his cheeks. He would never come back to utter boldly, “Father, I am victorious. I have killed my enemies!”, accompanied by his innocent smile and hysterical laughter. The voice was dead. The blood stained corporeal was there. The bond with the earth was snapped forever!
But life never stops. The journey never comes to a halt. The Lord didn’t intervene as he wanted to bring a twist in his desire. The wishes of Arjuna grew wings. The auspicious ground of Kurukshetra wept in silence. Absolute necropolis! Stunned the whole universe. The hands were tied. The tongue was maimed. Yet the horrendous memories were written in gold. Warriors like him can never die. It was simply a natural policy. The soul immortalizes their existence. The rason d’être is always beyond every conventional epithet. Forsooth Avimanyu waved us au revoir, only to return anew and showcase his ‘worth’ once more before the poor mortals!!
– Kunal Roy