Krishnaa, she was called, the dark beauty. Those lovely bright eyes, that shining complexion, that dazzling appearance and that sharp intellect made her the jewel in the crown. Every man coveted her and wanted to possess her which led to many a battle and finally the Great War for which she will be remembered for generations to come. Yet Krishnaa was the the most misunderstood. The Decieved and the Deciever in Love.
She sighed as she reminisced her life on earth. She could have had it all but she had nothing. Life was one big, long mockery. Had it not been for Krishna’s friendship, she would have morphed into quite a loony. But then she hoped that the earthlings would have learnt a lesson from her life. But was it possible to learn a lesson in love?
Love was still a mystery and will remain so. Why is it that the one you yearn for spurns you and the one who yearns for you is spurned by you? Well she was never spurned, no, not exactly spurned, her beauty and persona were too powerful to be spurned by any man yet there was a hole, an emptiness in her heart. For the love of lord, she had five husbands! One might argue, but love, where was love?
Bhima, yes, Bhima loved her, truly, really loved her, the only one of the five husbands ready to fight for her honor, her dignity, but she was not the man of her dreams. She was not seeking out Bhima, he was just her stooge, someone she could manipulate whenever she wanted. She was far more cerebral for Bhima. She decived him falsifying love and he fell for it every single time. That Fool!
Arjun was the one she was married to. Arjun, the dream of every maiden. She had heard so much about him. A handsome prince and an archer par excellence. She was the only match for him, and he for her. In her swayamvar, he was the only archer who could achieve the feat laid out for the Princes. True, she was in awe of him. But what about him? Was he smitten by her beauty by her royal parentage by her knowledge and education? Was it not upto him to have said ‘No I don’t want to share my wife with my brothers.’ Yet in a heartbeat he was ready to do so, like she was just another possession that can be divided amongst the brothers. Could he not hear her heart break into million pieces? As is rightly said the morning shows day, this too was but the start of a million heartbreaks and cruel twists of fate that awaited her.
Yudhishtir, was so high and mighty and honest yet he did not stand up for the wrong done that day. He did not say that Arjun’s wife is only for him, not for all the brothers. Why? Because he wanted to devour her and it could be done only under the garb of marriage! That was a wicked strategy, a clever plan and after that without batting an eyelid he put her up as a pawn at stake in the game of dice, a game he was no match with the Kauravas. She scoffed in derison at the thought of it.
Panchali, the only daughter of the great King of Panchal, where did destiny bring you? How low did you have to stoop? A tear trickled down her eyes. No one bothered to find out what she desired, what she wanted. She was just thrown from one brother to another like a piece of ornament. Yet she did her duty as a faithful wife, followed them wherever life took her.
And then there was Karna, the true prince in her mind, her heart never ceased to skip a beat everytime she saw him. Karna the sutaputra. She didn’t care whose son he was but the world knows not about it. The world knows not about her dilemma. Her true love, whom she spurned, to protect her brother and her father, and their kingdom. Spurned him so that Arjun could prove his skill as the mightiest archer in the country.
The thought filled her with remorse and a bit of anger at the same time. She spat! She failed her heart for the greater good that she was forced to believe. Yet there was no greater good, in the end everything came to naught. She did what the society wanted her to do, what a princess should do. What good was it?
Her heart had cried for Karna everyday and everynight. He detested her for callin him Sutaputra but Krishna knew that she didnt mean to say so. She meant to garland him that day.
She softly whispered into the breeze hoping that her message would be carried all the way down to Earth, “Women follow your hear. Life will not always be easy, fate tests us all the time. Do what your heart wants not what the onlooker thinks is the right thing to do.”