Perpetually Perplexed

I feel my head is going to split into thousand pieces. Should share my woes with someone. But with whom? My best friend is dead. So is dear brother Dushasan. And great grand father. Of course I can't share my feelings with parents. One is blind both inside and outside. And the other is though can see through see things, completely helpless. When did things start falling apart? Where did I go wrong? Or when did I start going wrong and doing wrong without any remorse? Since I was this little, I remember grand father Bheeshma's words. Little Suyodhan, don't hurt your cousins. Poor little things. Poor Little things indeed. I could see Bheem's fists behind Bheeshma. And Arjun would not be rude, but braggart. If there is any incident, everyone would reproach me. No one believed that little Bheem can be equally quarrelsome and was liberal with his blows. I would get so angry, in order to prove them right, I would just try to hit Nakul or Sahadev. Everyone praised the po...

Madhubani painiting of Draupadi Mahabharatha is not an epic. It is greatest tragdey  of Indian Literature according to me. Every character there is living a hell. More so with women. Whether it is Kunti who though married to a king, loses him and has to roam through forest to bring up her children, who could never  see her children really happy and peaceful, or it is Gandhari, the daughter of Gandhara king, but married to a blind prince who could not be king because if this disability, who is even blind for the wrong doings of his children, who is unable to stop her children from their evil ways and finally loses all her children in the war. or it is Draupadi who has to face the shame of her saree being pulled infront of the entire royal court by her own brother in law and whose five husbands were mute witnesses to this. What was here fault in this? She like all other princesses or like all other young girls had dreams about her life partner. He should be the bravest, s...