Monday, November 11, 2013

51. Dronacharya briefs Dhritarashtra about the learnings of the princes



The talks that the princes be invited to display their learning gathered so much momentum that the matter could no longer be kept in abeyance. But before that could take place, Guru Dronacharya was required to declare that the teachings were complete and that the princes have come of age. Eventually that day arrived and Guru Dronacharya decided to meet King Dhritarashtra.
 
It was not everyday that the guru would visit the royalty. Expectations lightened the eyes of even him who was habituated to the darkness today. It was probably not as much joy of the Guru visiting him – somehow, a glimpse into the future of the princes captured the king’s imagination.

About few minutes back, when the king and the ministers were busy dispensing some issue, Vidur more than once reminded the absence of Pitamah. Dhritharashtra felt helplessly irritated at the umpteenth reminder. But, he knew Bhishma’s indispensability to Hastinapur – more so because of his own handicap. It was just then that Bhishma had walked in – closely following him was Drona.

Now with other matters settled, Dhritharashtra found the opportunity to vent his eagerness. But, for most Aryans propriety was not something that could take the back seat.

‘Acharya, I am always eager to hear from you. Especially for past some months I was thinking to ask you of the progress of your wards – I mean the Kaurava princes. It’s good that you have chosen to step in. Tell me, how can I serve your holy being?’

‘I’m obliged, your majesty for your kind gesture. I have nothing to ask. Right from the day I stepped into your kingdom, Pitamaha has ensured that all my needs are catered to. See the coincidence. I came just to tell you that all the princes – sons of you and Pandu have completed their training. And believe me, they have emerged as excellent warriors. As far as I am aware they are the finest of princes, in the whole of the holy land of Bharat.’

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