Although Karna had managed to keep it a
closely guarded secret, he knew his destination clearly. He was prepared to
travel very far to reach his coveted master in the distant mountain, Mahendra parvat. He heard about the
proverbial sage warrior who had taught stalwarts like Bhisma and Dronacharya
the art of using the divyastras. As
he walked, high ambition and enthusiasm kept filling his heart. At the same
time he also had a feeling of trepidation because the sage was equally known
for his mercurial temperament.
After long days of journey, when he arrived
at his Guru’s doors Karna was nearly
exhausted. The sage, in his evening prayers, was seated in his asan in
the courtyard. In the dying daylight his frame shone like the mid noon sun -an
aura spread all around attracting awe and fear. On an extremely well-built body
that stoutly defied old age, a mark of Tripundra
adorned his forehead while ashes smeared on the other parts, A large
glittering axe, a bow and a quiver lay near his seat. Karna sat up and waited for the sage to take notice of him.
Long hours passed before Karna would have his audience with the
sage. As the Guru was slowly coming out of his meditation, Karna, both joyous and nervous at seeing the first movements, sat upright,
with his palms joined.
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