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The turmoil within!

September 15, 2010

The first warrior:

The Sun had already started on its westward descent but the man was not tired. The very sight of his radiant, jewel-studded bow gave him strength, an inhuman strength to keep fighting. It was handed over to him by a stranger who came in from the sea long back but the legends said that the bow was forged by the creator himself.

The highly refracted rays of the Sun danced around him with an irate passion and seemed to angrily beat down upon him. He could not decide if it was all a mere ocular effect, magnified due to his fatigue or the clouds above had soaked up all the blood that had been shed that day on the battlefield!

As his dear friend expertly guided the chariot to the centre of the battlefield navigating through the sea of bodies with a firm hand on the reins, he knew what his friend was doing. The pristinely white horses pranced joyfully ahead pulling his heavy chariot, running like the wind. 

People back home called him “Jishnu” and he had to live up to the name. He was only doing what he was bred to do. He was so swift in his technique that he released arrow after arrow; again and again like a well oiled machine. Every single arrow was released with deadly intent and accuracy; it was a gift that few had.

He knew that he would have to meet the challenge of a person who also had such a “gift”. The world would witness its greatest battle that day. As his chariot raced ahead, deep into enemy formation, leaving behind a wake of destruction, his own army rushed in behind him, to fill in the void. At that moment, he spotted the sleek chariot of his sworn enemy from the corner of his eyes.

This has to end today,” he told himself.

His charioteer said with a charming smile, “The fate of our world will be decided today”, as if he read his friend’s mind and steered the chariot in that general direction. Together on the chariot, they looked like the all encompassing infinite guiding the mortal!

The last seventeen days of senseless killing has made him a hard man! Though his charioteer; his guru had expounded the concepts of “dharma” to him; he was sick of it.

For him, the war had become personal! No longer did he think about the “code of warfare”.

That handsome, powerfully built man, who rode towards him, had killed his dear son a few days back and he knew that he would have his vengeance.

As he twanged his mighty bow which sounded like a clap of thunder signifying his intent; his charioteer also blew his conch and they rode out directly to that man.

It was time for the confrontation that he had been waiting for most his adult life!

His mind was not just clouded with the thought of vengeance. He also had to do it to stroke his “Ego”! Many considered him to be the second best warrior in the world and that man had also defeated him in the past. But he was better trained now, more focused and in the best shape of his life. 

He had to kill that man; for his honor, his ego, his brothers and his kingdom. 

But there was something else as well; a selfish thought, which gnawed within!

As he chanted a prayer invoking Lord Agni, he knew that that he had to win for his name to live on till posterity!

He had to emerge victorious from this duel; he had no other option.

The second warrior:

The Sun had already started on its westward descent and the man felt the pangs of loneliness creep in. His trusted ally, his familiar friend was leaving him. He did not know why but he had an inexplicable relation with the Sun. But now, the Sun had turned its back on him almost like it could not bear to witness the scene below!

The signs are not good,” he thought. He had learnt to read the omens well; as the odds had always been heavily stacked against him, all his life.

As commander of the great army, he was busy rallying his troops. The tide of the war had turned steadily against them in the last few days but it had only fueled their emotions. Anger like this, could only stem from such desperation.

He knew that the proceeding on this seventeenth day would determine the outcome of this Great War. He had to meet his nemesis that day; his sworn enemy; his own brother. He had to do this for his dear friend, his king!

I suppose that the Gods themselves have come out to view this spectacle,” he dryly remarked to his charioteer on seeing the animated sky. He knew that he was the best warrior in the world but “fate” had decided to level the playing field in favor of the opposition! It was nothing new to him.

He had fought against “fate” for most of his life and as he firmly grasped his mighty bow which was a gift from his guru, he remembered a curse which was also his guru’s gift! He also got reminded of the fact that a priest had stolen his precious “kavacha” and “kundala” from him before the war; a cowardly act.

Are you sure that you are going to kill him today?” asked his newly anointed charioteer.

We will do our best and let fate decide,” he spat out angrily.

His mind was clouded with rage; rage against the Gods and the promises that he had made before that war. He also felt sorry for his dear king, a man who had owned the entire world seventeen days back! He knew that he had let his friend down by those “promises”.

At that moment, they both spotted a familiar chariot, burst through the ranks and head directly towards them. The war cry signified that it was time and they set out directly to meet the challenger. His army fought with renewed vigor on seeing the great man ride out himself!

Personally, the outcome did not matter to him! He knew that he would be happy either way. He knew that victory would bring him great honor. But he also knew that his defeat would bring him everlasting fame. As he fixed his sights upon the enemy and loaded the arrow onto his bow, he knew that it would truly be a duel to the finish! Thankfully, he did not have to choose between life and death. Fate would do that for him.

This is going to be a grand befitting spectacle; perfect for the climax of the Great War,” he told himself and chanted a silent prayer to Lord Varuna.

He was greeted into battle by a storm of flaming arrows!

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The battle had finally moved from the mind to the actual battlefield……………………….

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12 Comments leave one →
  1. September 15, 2010 7:59 am

    Read this in middle of some work that I can’t escape…. Damn, who allowed you to write this well?

    Have to get back to write in detail…. but ezhuthukaaran kalukkitundae!!!!!!
    OG: haha 😛 danku danku!

  2. September 15, 2010 8:07 am

    Wow! Wow!! This brought to my mind, pictures of Mahabharatha and Troy! Very well written!
    OG: THanks Pal!

  3. moms permalink
    September 15, 2010 8:20 am

    Atta boy, Ajit!
    OG: THanks amma 😛 it took u so long to leave a comment eh? 😛

  4. September 15, 2010 9:11 am

    Lucid and captivating narration. Well done indeed!

    Narayanan
    OG: thanks!

  5. September 15, 2010 11:01 am

    For raavan, ram is the villain, and for ram, raavan is the villain !
    OG: I hope u meant arjuna and karna 😛 ROFL 😛
    enittu endaaayi avasaanam, aaru jayichoo ???
    OG: no one!

    • September 15, 2010 1:49 pm

      LOL, avarokke thanne !! oru egjjaamble paranjadaanu maashey ! 😀 😀
      OG: haha 😛

  6. Brataasur permalink
    September 15, 2010 8:49 pm

    Fraaaaud indran pattichu alle aa pavathine!! 😦
    OG: satyam aliya!!!!!

  7. September 16, 2010 6:34 am

    Together on the chariot, they looked like the all encompassing infinite guiding the mortal!

    Sooperu!! Had the very popular scene dancing in front of my eyes.

    But now, the Sun had turned its back on him almost like it could not bear to witness the scene below!
    An anthithesis to what the first warrior experience, being in the same battlefield! Like the Sun has a mind of its own?

    Anger like this, could only stem from such desperation.
    I cannot think of a better way to have quantified the anger…

    In the interest of lesser-read mortals like Crafty, do provide your usual footnote/ link for “Man who came in from the sea” and “promises that he had made before that war”.
    This was really brilliant, and the parallel view of both warriors was some imagination on your part!

    Ezhuthukaran, I am tired of you writing this well… 👿
    So, you’re quite free in life, eh? I have some extra work, I was wondering if you could….
    *EOG pretends to be deaf, not very convincingly though*

    So well written, I wish you’d do more bits from the epic in your words.

  8. September 16, 2010 6:42 am

    I am yet to read Mahabharata the version you presented it !!! Loved it!!!
    Awesome-u !! 😀 😀
    EOG saar…please take a bow!!! 😛

  9. September 17, 2010 4:34 pm

    Awesome OG !!! My God, you write damn well man…u need to author some book, I tell u…. 🙂

    Beautiful expressions in words…loved it so much. 🙂

    Who knows….like how there are versions of Ramayana available, we’ll be reading Ezhuthukkaran’s Mahabharatha…. 🙂

  10. Arvind Chandran permalink
    September 17, 2010 9:17 pm

    hmmmm….ur family knows u have become insane again, right? 🙂

    Cool writing aliya, i always knew u had the drama queen in you…it comes out completely in the writing!!!!! (thank god you are in the US!)

    • September 18, 2010 5:16 am

      i always knew u had the drama queen in you…

      Drama Queen??!!!

      😆 😆 😆 😆 😆

      it’s really unhealthy to be laughing like this while staring at a monitor… soon my family will know i have become insane again…

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