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Dharma Yuddha

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 Yudhishthira

 

This victory seems more like defeat to me,

What have I achieved?

Death is what I have reaped in the end,

And that too using the foulest means.

 

What am I but a ruthless killer?

It was better to be a gambler

than a warrior for dharma.

 

Krishna

 

My birth was blackened by the shadow of death

Cast by none less than my uncle.

I erased that shadow by killing my uncle.

Killing came to me as naturally

As romance did.

 

I led the ultimate war between dharma and adharma,

Using adharma so that dharma wins.

It was better to be an ordinary mortal

Than a deity with a mission.

 

Comments

  1. The Moon's BOYFRIEND November 11, 2021 at 10:56 AM

    This makes me think a lot... it's like thoughts firing from every corner. One of them goes like this,

    "Ordinary mortals with power name their actions dharma making them,look like gods."

    I feel this connected to one of your previous blogs, the place beyond rights and wrongs.

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  2. जितेन्द्र माथुरNovember 12, 2021 at 10:11 AM

    Hmmm. Right you are. It's better to be an ordinary mortal than a deity with a mission. In India, a lot of wrongs are (and have been) justified by quoting the examples of those called as gods (from the mythology).

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 13, 2021 at 9:48 AM

      Some of the weirdest ironies of life! Anyway, what the epic writer said in the beginning is true: "Whatever is in the world is here." The epic has everything from virtue to vice to cunning to … Today's rulers, even outside India, seem to take all those vices and cunning more seriously than the virtues.

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  3. parwatisingariNovember 12, 2021 at 11:19 AM

    the gambler stayed true to his dharma...even war is a gamble. the Killer stayed true to his dharma... killed every thing that challenged him and his autonomy. Yet romance turned them both into icons. Hasyam Kamadahanam.

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  4. Anupama JoshyNovember 14, 2021 at 6:32 PM

    This reminds me of king Ashoka and how the Kalinga war had a devastating effect on him making him realize death is all he reaped

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 14, 2021 at 9:06 PM

      A lot of people realise the futility of their deeds too late!

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