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Saturday, February 28, 2015

Revenge


महाभरत
Mahābharata
As retold by
Michael Dolan, B.V. Mahāyogi



We continue our retelling of the Mahabharata, beginning at the end of the battle of Kurukshetra.  

The war is over. And yet one man burns with rage for revenge. The son of Drona, 

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Artists conception of Ashvatthama, Son of Drona.

Ashvatthama attacks at night. His goal? Revenge for the death of his father, the military guru of the Kauravas. With stealth, Ashvatthama aims at killing Drishtadhymna, brother of Draupadi, the warrior responsible for Drona's death.

Ashvatthama's revenge

The fire-born Drishtadhyumna had taken his birth as son of Drupada with the sole purpose of killing his father’s rival, Drona, the military guru of the Kauravas. He had achieved his purpose only through a ruse, a cruel trick played on Drona to demoralize him. But now, Drona’s son, Ashvatthama would have his revenge.


And yet, as he held the blade to the throat of the sleeping prince, Ashvatthama cringed.  Death by sword would be too kind. This hot prince had murdered his father, the pious Drona. A quick sword blow would end his life too soon, Ashvatthama thought. Drishtadyumna must be insulted first. He must be dishonored. Enraged, Ashvatthama began beating Drishtadhyumna, who awakened, shocked and to see the man who was about to kill him.
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The jewel in his forehead glowed brightly. His teeth were fixed in a hideous smile, His eyes bulging red in rage, Ashvatthama fiercely began pummeling and beating the helpless Drishtadhyumna.  Not satisfied with beating his enemy to death with his fists, he began kicking and kicking that prince, son of King Drupada, brother of Draupadi. And when he was close to death, Ashvatthama held his sword high and said, “So die the enemies of Drona, great Acharya of the Kaurava kings.”
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Dristhtadhymna was terrified. His eyes were wide, seeing the gruesome son of Droṇa, sword in hand. And then and there the vicious Aśvatthāmā drew his blade across his throat like an animal at slaughter, beheading the brother of Draupadi.
And leaving Dhristadyumna dead, the fierce Aśvatthāmā drove his chariot riotously around the camp, screaming and roaring like a lion, striking terror into the hearts of all.
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And as he rode his chariot through the tents pitched on the grounds of the battlefield, the women wailed at the death of their king. The few surving warriors mounted chariots, girded swords and held their javelins high, swearing brave oaths  and preparing to fight. 
They asked the ladies who had seen Aśvatthāmā driving his powerful chariot around the camp, “What man or fiend caused this slaughter?”

But the women wept and said, “Whether a man or fiend, monster or rakshasa, we don’t know. We don’t know what he is. There he goes!”

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Friday, February 27, 2015

Kurukshetra

   महाभरत
Mahābharata
As retold by
Michael Dolan, B.V. Mahāyogi





This is the beginning of a retelling of Mahabharata that I'm working on.  We start at the end of the battle of Kurukshetra, contemplating the horrors of war and then begin discussing the origins of the war.
                                             




कुरुक्षेत्र


Prologue: Kurukshetra

            It was the end of the world. Slaughtered bodies lay everywhere. 

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Hundreds and thousands of warriors killed. Golden chariots overthrown and wrecked, their axles broken. Carcasses of horses. Thousands of dead elephants. The burned earth littered with arrows and dying men,  pierced by javelins and darts, screaming in pain. 

Wooden figures of Egyptian soldiers, from the tomb of Mesehti, 11th Dynasty

The women moaned, weeping for the dead. Bronze and iron swords mixed in dust with spears and blood, crushed soldiers underneath. Beheaded men, their necks gushing blood. Bodies everywhere. The horror of war. The end of an age.

Since the dawn of time, great civilizations have flourished, decayed and vanished.  The awesome carnage of the Kurukṣetra war ended the third age of the Vedic Civilization, ushering in the darkness of the age of Kali the age of iron and corruption.
Our panorama of the battlefield shows absolute devastation. Vultures pick the bones of half-dead horses as smoke curls into the morning sky. What were once green, rolling plains are pantheons for the bones of warriors in a mass of charred devastation. Where champions rode in battle with colorful flags, now only scorched earth and corpses remain.

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 Now are only burned out craters where once fiery weapons took the lives of great heroes. 
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Smoke rises from the funeral pyres of dead warriors. Widows wail and chant songs of grief, searching for survivors amid the wreckage of broken shields and bones. Passing their fallen heroes,  they decorate the dead with flowers and pray to the gods.  

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Glorious and proud banners and are strewn and scattered in the mud along with their heroes, their broken shields and bodies.  
The sun falls and rises again. Another day comes. Kurukshetra. The battle is finished. Our scene is set. 


AŚVATTHĀMĀ’S REVENGE

And on the following day as the sun rose blood red over the plains of that devastated battlefield where so many had lost their lives, the Paṇḍava princes walked among the cadavers of slain heroes and once proud and arrogant princes. Wounded horses whined. The cough of dying men could be heard echoing over the plaintive songs of larks and wrens. Women mourned their dead. The standards of great heros were fallen in the mud. The funeral pyres of the dead dotted the landscape.

The Paṇḍavas walked wearily across the battle plains to the Ganges, preceded by the women. They were mourning the dead. The women took the holy water from the river in waterpots and carried it to the fallen soldiers, sprinkling it over their remains. Crows perched on elephants. Vultures circled overhead. Draupadī bowed her head in tears.
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Aśvatthāmā had attacked in rage. Determined that his father’s death would not go in vain, he sold his soul to Shiva in revenge. The accursed Aśvatthāmā  rode at night to the camp of the Paṇḍavas. He stole into the camp unseen, as no moon shone, and left his horse tied by a tree.


And as stealthily as a tiger in the low grass, the son of Droṇa crept forward to the quarters of Dhristhtadyumna. The Panchalas were sleeping after so long a fight, weary with war. And so, entering into the chamber of Draupadī’s fiery brother, the cruel Aśvatthāmā crept closer. The great hero lay sleeping on a fine feather bed, covered in silk sheets, white as clouds. Garlands of fragrant flowers adorned his bed. His room was perfumed with fine sandalwood incense creating a fine misty smoke.
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Through the screen of smoke  crept the bloodthirsty son of Droṇa, bent on revenge.  Aśvatthāmā quietly drew his sharpened scimitar and held it at the throat of the sleeping prince. 
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Mahabharata: Introduction







महाभरत
Mahābharata
As retold by
Michael Dolan, B.V. Mahāyogi




Dear friends: Thanks for all the support and interest in my work.

I'm currently working on a retelling of Mahabharata.  I started adapting Mahabharata for a graphic novel, but as I was putting stories together, I realized that I was more comfortable compiling the stories in a new version or "retelling." I'm hoping to publish this in book form.

The Mahabharata lends itself to well to this kind of treatment, since many of the stories are independent and have been the source of much of India's classical drama and literary tradition. Still, as I went through different translations to arrive at my retelling, I felt unsatisfied by the existing versions. Many of them use either a high Victorian style, antiquated and stilted. Others treat the characters as cute, fantastic, and hilarious caricatures. I'm trying to give the characters the dignity they deserve without lapsing into adulation. The Mahabharata is both tragedy and history, legend and comedy, with deep spiritual, ethical and moral teachings. Reading Mahabharata is elemental to a real understanding of India's deep cultural and religious traditions. At the same time the length of the work is daunting. Its hundred thousand Sanskrit shlokas run to about 2,500,00 words in English translation. As a story-teller I focus on a compelling narrative. Here's an excerpt from the introduction to the book, with no illustrations for the moment.

Introduction


Image result for mahabharataLong before the Iliad and the Odyssey of Homer, long before the ancient Greeks, a war was fought on the plains of Northern India: the Kurukṣetra War. This war and its antecedents form the story of Mahābharata, the story of Greater India and the rise and fall of the Aryans. 
The Aryan civilization found its denouement in  the Kurukṣetra war, the internecine battle between the sons and grandsons of the great warrior Bhiṣma, arguably the bloodiest battle in the ancient history of the world.
The exact age of the war is unknown, however the Sanskrit Mahābharata was known to Aristotle, the teacher of Alexander the Great. 

Having conquered a part of the region west of the Indus River somewhere around 500 BC, Alexander sent the spoils of his conquest to his library in Alexandria.
Among the treasures of Alexander’s Eastern conquest were books in Sanskrit, including the grammar of Panini, the Upaniṣadic texts, the original Vedas in Sanskrit, and the Mahābharata. The traditions of the poet Vyāsa, nominal composer of the work, were celebrated in ballads, song, and theatrical works long before the time of Alexander. And while it is difficult to assign a date to these works, they must have been written at least hundreds of years before their discovery by the Greeks.
Scenes from Mahabharata, Rock Carvings, 7th Century, Tamil Nadu
Since the events celebrated in epics often take place long before they are recorded in literature, a conservative estimate of the age of Mahābharata takes us back to at least 1000 years before the modern Christian Era (CE). According to some traditions, the work is far older. Some historians give the date as early as 3109 B.C. Many researchers cite the lack of certifiable artifacts dating from this time as evidence that the antiquity of these stories is exaggerated, however the ancient text itself demonstrates an incredible wealth of detail about the civilizations that once occupied the Indus River valley extending to the region of the Ganges Delta – so claims that indicate origins in ancient antiquity cannot be easily dismissed.
The great Kurukṣetra war ended in the total destruction of the dynasty of the Aryans who populated the region. While different theories exist as to the racial characteristics of the Aryan peoples so many thousands of years ago, it is hard to imagine today exactly what happened. We may rely only on the text itself and the traditions of India for clues. Our story takes place on the  plains of Kurukṣetra in Punjab, Northwest of present day Delhi.

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We therefore must cast our vision back into time, back thousands of years far before the time of Shakespeare,  before the time of King Arthur, before the Aztecs sacrificed their virgins and warriors to the sun god, before the dark ages. The heros of Mahabharata fought their battles and made their offerings to the gods centuries before the fall of the Roman Empire, even centuries before Jesus Christ taught in Galilee.
To apply our imagination to the stories of the Mahabharata, we must return  to a time before Alexander the Great sat at the feet of Socrates to   learn Algebra and the philosophy and etiquette of kings.
We must travel back into the past before the Egyptian Pyramids of Giza dominated the valleys  of the Nile river basin.
And now that we have journeyed into the past, we must then turn our vision farther east, beyond the Pyramids of the Nile. Past the Hindu Kush. We must travel to the other side of the world, the Orient, all the way to the wild, mystical foothills of the Himalayas, to a time in ancient history sometime after human beings crawled out of the ice age and began organizing themselves into agricultural communities.
Did This Ancient Civilization Avoid War for 2,000 Years?
Artists depiction of ancient Himalayan Civilization in Harappa
Farming took place with the domestication of oxen, horse, and elephant. The domestication of the cow, the cultivation of rice, bananas, and wheat were achieved by the Mohenjo-Daro civilization that grew near the now-extinct basin of the Saraswati River.  (http://www.mohenjodaro.net/)
A civilization was born from agricultural cultivation. Gradually towns and cities arose. How South Asia came to be populated with citizens and their kings is an enigma shrouded in mystery.
Remains of Indus Valley Civilization at Harappa

 But how the ancient kings of the Aryan civilization ruled, did battle, and celebrated peace, how they thrived and were finally ruined are the subjects of our story. Their lives have been recorded in the meters of Vyasadeva’s poetry as Mahabharata.
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Paṇḍu and his blind brother Dhṛtaraṣṭra were the respective kings of Hastinapura, the place of the elephants. Modern archeologists have placed the ruined walls of the palaces of Hastinapura nearby the original city of New Delhi.
At the time of our story,  Hastinapura was the seat of the ancient rulers of India. When King Paṇḍu died, before his time, his brother Dhṛtaraṣṭra reluctantly became regent-king ruling until the next generation was fit to inherit the kingdom. A rivalry grew between  his nephews, the sons of Paṇḍu, along with his own hundred sons headed by the eldest; Duryodhana.
Pandavas & Draupadi with Akshaya Patra (Source: Amba Theertha, near Kalasa, Karnataka
The sons of Paṇḍu  were called the Paṇḍavas . Of the Five Paṇḍavas, Yudhiṣthira also the eldest, was a man of righteousness and truth. Bhīma was a powerful warrior, mighty and stong, with a warriors appetite. . Arjuna was to become  the greatest archer who ever lived. Their two younger brothers were the twins: Nakula and Sahadeva: both handsome, elegant, masters of poetry, lovers of women and noble warriors.
There are many versions of Mahabharata: the story is often told in summary fashion. The complete version begins years after the battle has finished.
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Arjuna was brother-in-law to Krishna his intimate friend. With Subhadra, the sister of Krishna, Arjuna begat Abhimanyu. The son of Arjuna was Abhimanyu. With Uttara, Abhimanyu begat Pariksit, who became king of all the Indias and ruled in peace after the Kuruksetra war. Unfortunately, as the result of a brahmana’s curse, Pariksit was doomed to die of snake-bite. The pious Pariksit turned to Sukadeva Goswami and heard the message of Bhagavat Purana from him for seven days before being attacked and killed by Taksaka, a great snake.
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The son of Pariksit is Janamejaya. Determined to rid the world of snakes, he begins a great sacrifice. Many great snakes are burned in the sacrificial fire when Astika, a young Brahmana steps forward and begs a boon. When the boon is granted, the boy asks the king to stop the sacrifice on the grounds that mercy is above justice. 

He explains the nature of the feud between Pariksit and the snakes, which really began in ancient times when Arjuna and Krishna burned the forest of Khandava-prastha.  Janamejaya’s rage against the snakes is ultimately pacified, but his curiosity is piqued. He wants to know how Arjuna came to burn the forest and hear the entire history of his ancestors, the rulers of India.
Fire-god Agni disguised as brahmana asks Krishna and Arjuna to burn the Khandava forest, Bas Relief, 
Vaishampayana enters the assembly. The gathered brahmaṇas offer him a chair of honor in the snake sacrifice.  He is dressed in a deer skin with matted hair and sits on a kusha grass mat before King Janamejaya and begins to tell the ancient histories of the Mahabharata. 


He begins by telling of how, before the pious rule of Bharata and his descendants, the ksatriyas or warrior class had committed many abuses. Before the golden age of Bhishmadeva, these ruthless dictators persecuted brahmaṇas, raped the land, destroyed rivers and forests, plundered and killed the innocent. They demanded tribute in the form of gold and silver. They raped virgins and violated the principles of religion. The earth was soaked in blood and the rivers ran red. The earth was overburdened with the weight of militaristic kings. And so it was that Bhumidevi, the earth in the form of a cow, came to pray to Vishnu and beg for help against these injustices. At this time, the earth was exhausted from exploitation. Kṛṣṇa, determined to alleviate the suffering of the earth, set into motion a sequence of events that would culminate in the Kurukṣetra War, the First Great War of Kings.  

We begin with the end of the great Kurukṣetra war. Amid the ruins of the killing fields huddle a single handful of battle-scarred warriors. Their shields are bent, their quivers exhausted, their faces bloody. They are covered in sweat and blood, and the dust of the war-grounds. 
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Their limbs are scarred, their bodies torn with arrows. These are the five Paṇḍavas, victorious in the battle, the new lords of Hastinapura. They are among the only survivors of the devastating war. They have defeated the envious Kauravas, but at what cost?