When you reached the Pandava camp
the festival and celebration was joyful and vibrant.
Shikhandi was dancing
in Dhristhadhyumna's camp.
Mahabharat.
The story of the righteous against the unrighteous
which every child remembers even today.
By heart.
They say, that history
is written in favor of the victorious.
Is this story truly
about the war between the righteous and the unrighteous?
Or is this merely
a perception
which has been passing for the truth
since years?
Because if we look closer
the lines between righteous and unrighteous
seem just as blurred
as the decisions
made by both sides in this war.
Were the Kauravas completely unrighteous?
And the Pandavas were the guardians of good?
Was deceit used
by only one faction?
Were the Pandavas
completely absolved of sin?
These are some of the questions
which must be answered
and this show will seek them.
Mahabharata.
The end
or the beginning.
His face was crumpled due to pain.
But there was a slight smile on his lips.
He heard the sound of footsteps.
Ashwatthama was near him.
As he hugged his friend
Duryodhana's throat thickened up with emotion.
Kripacharya treated the wound.
Kritaverma brought some water.
Death was rendered timid.
That was such a lovely scene.
The blood certainly stopped flowing.
But the tears kept streaming.
In the presence of beloved friends
he described the events that transpired.
The arguments, and rebuttals and analysis
were summarized by him.
Aswhatthama.
You are my friend.
I have hopes from you.
I hereby declare you
the commander of the Kuru army.
The army has been scattered and disbanded.
But the war still goes on.
Everything depends on you.
Now it's your turn, my friend.
While appointing Ashwatthama the commander of the Kaurava army
on that night, Duryodhana did not mention
that he must win Hastinapur.
In fact he wanted
that the Pandava clan
should be destroyed.
He gave the command to ensure that the Pandava clan
would have no heirs to his new commander, Ashwatthama.
Like the bull
the snake, like the crocodile
be the poison that seeps in.
Give up the rules, regulations and the protocols.
Let this clan not have any more heirs.
Duryodhana sat up and
used his blood to apply the sect mark on you.
Your heart was touched
by compassion, love and attachment.
At that moment a banyan tree
near the lake
rang with the shrieks of crows.
Taking advantage of the dark
a lone owl
attacked many crows that lived on the banyan tree
all by himself.
Before the crows realized what was happening
the owl had
crushed all the eggs laid in the nests of the crows.
Then he dropped the nests down.
The achievement of the lone owl inspired Aswhatthama
and on that very night
he decided to attack.
Suddenly, there was agonized shriek
heard from the nearby banyan tree.
The unhappy cawing
made the heart and the ears tremble.
A lone owl
attacked the crows.
It crushed all the eggs
laid in the nests on the branches.
You saw the concealed sign
that this incident bore.
The attack will take place tonight.
You decided to do that.
Oh king, we will leave now.
These three of us
are an army.
We will not return empty handed.
You have to
keep breathing.
They lit fires on both sides of him
and the king was left lying on the ground.
With both the warriors
you ran away at great speed.
That was the end of another chapter
of the great epic
wherein reside a million other stories.
But this is the beginning of an attempt
to perceive this epic
from a truthful perspective.
To gauge for oneself
which side we are on.
The righteous?
Or the unrighteous?
Or perhaps...
Keep watching.
Mahabharata.
The end
or the beginning.