There were great festivities in
Hastinapur. Long queues of citizens, men, women and children in colourful robes
were heading towards the newly built stadium – all busy to reach early and
secure convenient seats so that they could get a better view of the princes. By
noon, the stadium was packed to the hilt. People were discussing individual
princes. The whole place was humming.
Since the day the event was
declared, Kunti had been waiting for
it. She was not impatient – rather, there were hardly any who could match her
in patience. Right from the day the responsibility of the five brothers fell on
her – to this day, when the guru mentioned
the brothers were of outstanding calibre. To her, this was her purpose of life
– her life – how she raised her five
sons.
She smiled remembering how the guru was all praises when mentioning how
Yudhishthir would never stray from
righteousness, ever. How Bhim could
match the strength of several fleets of elephants. And how Arjun was devotion and discipline personified. Now when taking a
seat about five seats left of the Queen
Gandhari’s throne, her eyes were nervously searching for the princes in the
vast arena.
The gathering was huge – somehow the
organizers in the hindsight, now appeared farsighted to have made good
arrangements. The incessant humming of impatience erupted into a pretty joyous
applause as the huge iron-gate to the western end of the stadium opened –
letting in few chariots.
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