9."Whispers of Fate"
"In the relentless rhythm of life, the darkest of days often forge the sharpest pain, while the gentle caress of brighter moments seems but a fleeting whisper in the wind, leaving behind echoes of longing and yearning for solace amidst the tumultuous tempest of emotions."
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As the first light of dawn gracefully spills over the Maharishi Bharadwaja ashram grounds, painting the sky with hues of gold and amber, a sense of enchantment fills the air. In this sacred space, where time seems to stand still, a gentle melody emerges, carried on the whispers of the morning breeze.
Amidst the serene stillness, the sweet, innocent notes of a young boy's flute dance through the air, weaving a delicate tapestry of sound that seems to resonate with the very soul of the ashram. His fingers move with grace and precision, effortlessly coaxing forth melodies that speak of hope, peace, and the timeless beauty of creation.
With eyes full of wonder and a heart brimming with joy, the boy plays with abandon, his music mingling harmoniously with the soft chants of the devotees and the gentle rustle of leaves. Each note carries with it a message of solace and serenity, infusing the atmosphere with a profound sense of tranquility that touches the hearts of all who listen.
As the sun ascends higher in the sky, casting its warm embrace over the ashram, the boy's music continues to soar, lifting spirits and stirring emotions. His flute becomes a conduit for the divine, channeling the purity and innocence of childhood into a melody that resonates deeply with the souls of those present.
In this magical moment, amidst the beauty and serenity of the morning, emotions swell within the hearts of the onlookers – gratitude for the simple joys of life, awe at the majestic beauty of creation, and a profound sense of connection to something greater than oneself. It's a morning filled with wonder and enchantment, where the music of a young boy's flute serves as a poignant reminder of the timeless beauty that surrounds us,
As the morning sun bathed the land in a gentle glow, Avalok's melodious flute echoed through the tranquil air. Pausing in his music, he cast his gaze skyward, a soft smile gracing his lips. "What pleasure it brings me that Maharishi Bharadwaja himself graces me with his presence on this serene morning," he murmured, acknowledging the sage's arrival without the need for words.
Sensing Avalok's awareness, Maharishi Bharadwaja spoke with reverence, "Prabhu, the time draws near for your departure."
"Yes, Maharishi Bharadwaja, indeed it is time. The purpose of my presence here is nearing its fulfillment," Avalok responded, his tone tinged with inevitability.
"Is your work here complete, Prabhu?" inquired Maharishi Bharadwaja, his voice laced with respect.
"No, Maharishi Bharadwaja, my task here is not yet finished. I await the arrival of one destined to meet me," Avalok replied with unwavering certainty.
"Ah, I see. What instructions do you have for me, Prabhu? I understand that my role in your divine play is far from over," Maharishi inquired, his reverence palpable.
Avalok, his smile exuding warmth and wisdom, addressed Maharishi Bharadwaja with sincerity and purpose. "Indeed, Maharishi Bharadwaja, your role extends beyond these five years. I will return to learn from you again. When that time comes, I seek your guidance in Ayurveda. A great war looms ahead, and my dear friend will confront his past, the mystery of his birth. In that moment of turmoil, I wish to impart upon him a profound understanding of life's true meaning. I entrust you to transcribe this wisdom into a book that will enlighten millions."
Touched by Avalok's words, Maharishi Bharadwaja's eyes brimmed not with sadness, but with tears of profound joy. "It is my utmost honor to pen this knowledge, to illuminate the path of countless souls, and to teach you the sacred art of Ayurveda, Prabhu."
"Dhanywaad, Maharishi Bharadwaja," Avalok replied with humility and gratitude. As they continued their conversation, a student approached, seeking permission for Maharishi Dronacharya's audience.
"Please, send him in," Maharishi Bharadwaja instructed. As the student departed, Maharishi turned to Avalok, anticipation shimmering in his gaze.
"He has arrived," Avalok confirmed softly, the weight of their shared purpose hanging in the air like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.
After some time, Dronacharya approached them, folding his hands in reverence. "Pranam, Gurudev,"(Greetings, revered teacher)he said.
"Aushman bhava, Putra,"(May you live long, son)Maharishi replied. At that moment, Avalok's sweet voice interrupted Dronacharya. "Pranam, Dronacharya ji. I think you didn't see me."
Hearing this divine voice, Dronacharya looked in the direction of the voice and what he saw next he would never forget for his entire life. As Dronacharya laid eyes upon Avalok for the first time, a wave of awe and wonder washed over him, leaving him momentarily speechless. His heart swelled with a mixture of emotions – astonishment at Avalok's ethereal presence, reverence for the aura of purity that surrounded him, and a profound sense of humility in the face of such innocence and divinity.
In that fleeting moment, Dronacharya's mind raced with thoughts and questions, trying to comprehend the extraordinary sight before him. He marveled at the child's radiant countenance, which seemed to emanate an otherworldly glow, illuminating the space around him with an aura of celestial light.
As he took in Avalok's serene expression and gentle demeanor, Dronacharya felt a stirring deep within his soul – a longing to be in the presence of something greater than himself, a yearning to understand the mysteries of life and existence that seemed to be embodied in this divine being.
Despite the vastness of his own experiences and knowledge, Dronacharya couldn't help but feel a sense of inadequacy in the presence of Avalok's boundless wisdom and purity. He was humbled by the realization that there were depths of understanding beyond his reach, realms of existence that transcended his comprehension.
Yet, mingled with his awe and reverence was a profound sense of joy and gratitude – joy at the privilege of witnessing such beauty and purity, and gratitude for the opportunity to be touched by the divine in human form.
(A/N: I know this is long, but I have to tell you why Ashwatthama and others are able to talk to him normally without being affected by his charm. It's because he is not using his ability, Divine Charm. However, now, in front of Dronacharya, he uses it. That's why this happened, so he didn't normally use Divine Charm.)
"Dronacharya," Maharishi Bharadwaja called out, observing how Dronacharya looked at Avalok. Upon hearing Maharishi's voice, Dronacharya came to his senses and said, "Sorry for my rudeness, but hey, child, who are you? How can you possess this divine charm that even gods, goddesses, and Apsaras can feel attracted to?"
Hearing this, Avalok replied, "I am Avalok, Dronacharya ji, the prince of Vidarbha. Nothing much, nothing more."
Surprised, Dronacharya exclaimed, "But that is impossible! How can you, just a normal child, possess such divine allure? I thought you were some kind of god."
To this, Maharishi Bharadwaja replied, "Dronacharya, in this world, nothing is impossible."
Hearing this, Avalok said, "Maharishi Bharadwaja is right, Dronacharya ji. Nothing is impossible, just like when a friend becomes a king and forgets about his promise to his dear friend."
Upon hearing Avalok's words, Dronacharya opened his eyes widely and said, "How did you know this?"
With a playful smile dancing on his lips, Avalok gently responded, "Dronacharya ji, allow me to share a timeless truth. While I may not possess knowledge of your individual journey, I speak to the universal rhythms of life. In this intricate tapestry of existence, we are each bound by the threads of karma, weaving our destinies with every thought, word, and action.
In your quest for understanding, remember that our agency lies in our choices, yet the outcomes are governed by a higher order. Karma fal, the fruit of our deeds, unfolds according to divine justice, beyond our mortal grasp.
Indeed, what lies ahead is but a reflection of what has already been written in the cosmic script. Our duty, then, is not to alter the script, but to honor our roles with unwavering commitment to dharma, the righteous path.
In this journey of life, let us embrace the sacred duty of aligning our karma with the divine principles of righteousness, surrendering to the flow of the universe with humility and grace."
Hearing this, Dronacharya was about to ask something when Maharishi Bharadwaja interjected, "Dronacharya, you are a knowledgeable person. Just ponder over what he said today. Just think."
Upon hearing Maharishi Bharadwaja's words, Dronacharya replied, "Yes, Gurudev."
"And Dronacharya ji, you..." Avalok was about to say something when his eyes widened and a wariness crept into his expression. Seeing him like this, Maharishi Bharadwaja quickly intervened, "Hey, Avalokiteshvara, what happened? Why have you become worried suddenly?"
Hearing this, Avalok sadly replied, "Maharishi Bharadwaja, one of the great lamps of the Kuru dynasty has extinguished today. But I am not worried about that. This is not the end, but the beginning of the greatest chapter for the Kuru dynasty and the entire Aryavart. The thing I feared has happened. This is the first step towards the destiny of Aryavart that I told you."
In the wake of Avalok's revelation, a somber silence descended upon the gathering, permeated by the weight of his words. Maharishi Bharadwaja, with a serene expression, placed a comforting hand on Avalok's shoulder, offering silent reassurance amidst the uncertainty.
"Indeed, Avalokiteshvara," Maharishi Bharadwaja spoke softly, his voice carrying a depth of wisdom, "what appears as an end is often the precursor to a new beginning. The extinguishing of one lamp merely illuminates the path for another to shine even brighter. Let us embrace this moment with faith and humility, knowing that the divine hand guides us on the journey towards our ultimate destiny."
After that, Maharishi Bharadwaja again spoke solemnly, " but The lamp of the Kuru dynasty... Who could it be? Don't tell me it is what I fear it to be."
Avalok nodded gravely, his eyes reflecting the weight of the truth. "Yes, Maharishi Bharadwaja. It is as you suspect. The curse has taken its toll. The previous king of Hastinapur, Pandu, has departed from this world."
Hearing this, Maharishi Bharadwaja bowed his head reverently and folded his hands in prayer. "May he find eternal peace. May the divine light guide his soul on its journey."
Avalok continued, his voice tinged with foresight, "Now, chaos will soon descend upon Hastinapur. Heavy politics will unravel in its halls."
As Maharishi Bharadwaja and Avalok delved into deeper discussions, Dronacharya found himself lost in contemplation, pondering the implications of Avalok's words.
In the midst of their conversation, a sense of spiritual awareness permeated the air, reminding them of the intricate dance of destiny and the eternal interplay of forces beyond mortal comprehension. Each word spoken carried the weight of cosmic significance, guiding them towards a deeper understanding of the divine plan unfolding before their eyes.
(A/N: If you're wondering how Avalok knew about Pandu's death suddenly, it's because of his ability, Multiverse Awareness. However, his ability is not that powerful for now, but maybe in the future.)
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(At the same time)
Amidst the ancient woodlands of Hastinapur, cloaked in an enigmatic veil of foliage, a chariot raced forward with an urgency matching the intensity of the forest's whispers. The rhythmic clatter of hooves echoed against the towering trees, intertwining with the hushed murmurs of nature's unseen inhabitants.
In the heart of the chariot, two figures engaged in conversation, their voices weaving through the thick atmosphere laden with secrets and history. The man, bearing the weight of his years with a stoic grace, exuded an air of wisdom earned through trials untold. Beside him, the woman, her features etched with the passage of time, emanated a quiet strength that belied the weight of her years.
Their dialogue carried the weight of ages past and destinies yet to unfold, words laden with the burden of prophecy and the echoes of bygone eras. Amidst the verdant expanse, they delved into the depths of their shared past, unraveling threads of fate woven intricately through the tapestry of time.
Their discourse was not merely a casual exchange but a dance of souls intertwined, grappling with the complexities of existence and the eternal dance between light and shadow. With every word spoken, the forest seemed to lean in closer, as if eager to bear witness to the profound exchange unfolding within its midst.
As they were talking, the man turned to the woman and said, "Rajmata,(Queen mother and she is Satyavati) if you want to rest, we should stop the chariot." Hearing this, the woman replied, "I have no need for rest, Vidur. For many years, I have lived in the comfort of the palace, but not even for a single moment did I feel rested at all. Maybe, as my mind keeps working, my body gets tired too. But today, today it is as if this single right decision erased all traces of tiredness and pain within my body."
The chariot rattled along the uneven road, the sound of its wheels echoing against the surrounding trees. Rajmata sat beside Vidur, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The sun dipped low, casting an amber hue across the landscape.
Vidur observed her, a sense of admiration in his eyes. "You have always been resilient, Rajmata. Even in the face of adversity, you carry yourself with grace."
a hint of melancholy in her expression. "Grace is often mistaken for strength, Vidur. But sometimes, even the strongest souls falter."
Hearing this, the man named Vidur said, "You had enthroned King Pandu even before this, Rajmata. But it was a twist of fate." Before Vidur could complete his words, Rajmata cut him off and said, "No, Vidur! It isn't the fault of fate. If my decisions were inappropriate, I could have forgiven myself. But the reason behind my decisions was always inappropriate. There was affection within my mind, but I had restrained that affection out of selfishness. Do you see that river there, Vidur? It flows between the banks, but its water goes underground and reaches far, to those trees within this forest. A Rajmata's life is somewhat similar, Vidur. She lives with her family, but if her affection and respect do not reach across the nation, then her life is futile. Her reign is incompetent."
Hearing this, Vidur said, "So, will brother Pandu heed your words, Rajmata? Will he abandon his penance?" Hearing Vidur's question, Rajmata replied, "He will heed. Pandu will surely heed my words. I shall convince him. This nature, the flowers bloomed in spring, these leaves, the bark of trees, the excitement of the birds... I shall show him all of it. I shall tell him that if we wish such a spring to bloom within our subjects' lives, he must give up his oath. And Vidur, in spring, even Lord Shiva's penance was broken for a moment. Pandu's penance shall surely be broken too." With this conversation continuing, they aging focus on their journey.
As they traveled, the landscape transformed around them, the sun casting long shadows over the verdant fields. Rajmata's words lingered in the air, carrying with them a sense of determination and hope. Vidur glanced at her, a silent acknowledgment of her unwavering resolve. Together, they rode forth, bound by duty and the promise of a brighter future for their kingdom.
After some time, the chariot reached their destination. After disembarking, Rajmata and Vidur stepped down and noticed a gathering of curious onlookers outside the small hut. As they approached, wary expressions appeared on Rajmata's face. Upon drawing closer, they saw five children staring at the ground. Following their gaze, Rajmata's eyes filled with tears. On the ground, Maharaj Pandu and his second wife Madri's funeral bier was adorned. Overwhelmed with grief, she cried uncontrollably for some time until she began to lose consciousness, collapsing onto the ground. Witnessing this, Vidur exclaimed, "Rajmata!" and rushed to her side to offer assistance.
Some time later, on the banks of the river, the funeral pyres burned brightly, and Rajmata stood by the river's edge, watching the pyres blaze. As she witnessed the burning bodies of her loved ones, memories of her past misdeeds flooded her mind. A dense silence enveloped the onlookers, broken only by Vidur's voice filled with grief and concern.
Approaching Yudhishtir, Vidur placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Son, Yudhishtir, to cry on your father's death is not cowardice. If you don't cry, dear, then these tears will turn into stones and grind your heart."
Hearing what Vidur said, Yudhishtir replied, "I know, and tears will be shed in the solitude of night, but crying at this moment, and if I do so, then my younger brother will lose his patience." Hearing this, Vidur looked at Arjuna and approached him.
"Dear, answer me as to why you don't cry at your father's death," Vidur inquired. Arjuna responded, "If I cry, then my elder brother will assume that I don't have faith in him." He then looked at Yudhishtir and said to Vidur, "Henceforth, for us four brothers, our elder brother himself is our father indeed."
Hearing this, Vidur felt proud of Arjuna, and Rajmata approached them. Looking at Arjuna, she said, "I feel satiated on seeing your immense love, respect, and faith. Don't let go of this unity ever. When a feather of a bird falls on the earth, it never gets to meet the skies again. Anyone having differences with his family loses the quality to prosper, dear."
After that, Vidur came near Arjuna and started to lead him away. Upon reaching the other Pandavas, Vidur said, "Dears, your patience is incredible, but at the time of grief, let your tears be shed." Then, Vidur opened his arms and said, "Come here, dears." All the Pandavas approached him and embraced him, tears streaming down their faces.
After some time, the ashes were immersed in the waters of the Ganges, and while praying for the souls of Pandu and Madri, Vidur approached Kunti, the Mother of the Pandavas, and said, "Sister-in-law, go to the chariot with the children. I will accompany the Queen Mother. We are going to Hastinapur." Upon hearing this, Kunti nodded and replied, "Yes, Brother," and she began to move towards the chariot with the children.
As Vidur approached the Queen Mother, he said, "Rajmata, it's time for us to leave." Rajmata, hearing this, responded, "Yes, it appears that it is even my time to depart." Vidur, puzzled, asked, "What do you mean, Rajmata?" Emotionally, Rajmata replied, "Vidur, my life is full of blunders. I have nurtured a poisonous tree of greed since the beginning of my life. However, I have never been a vile person, and neither were my father's teachings malefic. My love was not meaningless either. I had but one flaw – my desires were left unbounded, and because of these very desires, the Kuru dynasty and our subjects have suffered greatly. But now, it is time to repent for my sins. Vidur, I will not return to Hastinapur with you. This is an order, Vidur."
Touched by her words, Vidur became emotional and replied, "As you wish, Rajmata," before departing with the Pandavas for Hastinapur.
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