miércoles, 18 de abril de 2012

Historias del Mahabharata UNO





Creado por juancas  del 18 de Abril del 2012

When the Pandavas made their fond farewells to Drupada and his sons, the old king and his wife shed tears as their daughter mounted the chariot with Kunti...

They stood with the other Kuru elders outside the palace as the Pandavas proceeded slowly down the royal highway toward the city gate. Krishna went with them on his own splendid golden chariot, and with great pleasure they all journeyed together to Hastinupura.

They entered the city like a line of celestials entering Amaravati, Indra’s splendid city. The citizens thronged the streets. Everyone longed to see the Pandavas again. They crowded around the brothers as the procession moved slowly along the main road toward Dhritarastra’s palace. 

The Pandavas could hear people’s exclamations. “The best of men, Yudhisthira, has returned at last! That exalted soul knows the precepts of virtue. He regards us as if we were his nearest relatives. Today it seems that Pandu himself, beloved of the people has come back from the forest. If we have ever given charity, if we have ever performed sacrifice, if we have any ascetic merits – then let the pandavas live here for one hundred years.” 

The brothers smiled and raised their hands in blessings. Their eyes streamed with tears as they again saw their city and its people. 

Duryodhana’s wife, Dushala, met Draupadi and Kunti and accompanied them into Gandhari’s quarters. As Gandhari embraced Draupadi, she thought of the prophetic voice that had spoken when Draupadi first stepped out of the fire. It was said that she would be the death of the world’s Kshatriyas. The blindfolded queen had developed a powerful inner vision due to her austerities. She could understand that Draupadi was destined to cause her son’s destruction. Still, Gandhari felt no malice toward Draupadi. She had resigned herself to the eventuality of fate. Duryodhana was wicked and selfish. His brothers followed him blindly. Surely they would reap their rightful reward. All-powerful destiny, driven by desire and hate. The queen blessed Draupadi and then warmly geeeted her old fiend Kunti. 

In Dhritarastra’s council chamber the king spoke before the Pandavas in a trembling voice. “It is with joy that I sit here today with Pandu’s sons. The gods have surely been merciful to the Kurus today because these five heroic brothers still live. So that no further disputes may arise between us, I want to give the Pandavas half the kingdom. Yudhisthira my child, go to Khandavaprastha; this shall be your half of the kinbgdom. Live there peacefully.” 

Bhisma and Vidura looked at one another but said nothing, Krishna who was sitting upon a splendid seat of gold and jewels and who appeared like the sun illuminating the assembly, smiled when He heard the king’s proposal. He knew the region the king was so generously offering to the Pandavas. Khandavaprastha was a vast area, and it was certainly half the kingdom, but it was nothing but jungle and desert. There were no cities, not even any settlements. Although it had once been the site of the Kuru’s capital, a rishi had long ago cursed that land when he felt offended by a Kuru king. It was now a wasteland.

Yudhisthira looked respectfully at Dhritarastra. He felt no anger no resentment at the unfairness of the settlement. His elders represented the Supreme; their orders should be followed without question. The prince looked across at Krishna, who was still smiling. Yudhisthira was sure that with His assistance they would be able to make the Khandava region habitable land. With palms folded the Pandava acknowledged Dhritarastra’s gift. “It shall be so, my lord.” 

The next day the king arraged for Yudhisthira’s coronation. With all pomp and ceremony the prince became king of Khandavaprastha, with Vyasadeva appearing in time to perform the rituals…

Drupada asked the sage Vyasadeva, “Illustrious one, is it possible for one woman to marry many men without being defiled by sin? Please tell me truly.”

Vyasadeva replied that such a practice was certainly opposed to both the direction of the Vedas and tradition. Although practiced in former ages it had long become obsolete. 

But the ascetic also revealed Drupada in confidence that Draupadi had been the daughter of a risi in a previous life. She had prayed to Shiva for a husband. In her prayer she asked the deity five times for a powerful husband. Shiva had replied, “Since you have asked me five times, in your next birth you shall have five husbands.” Shiva could not possibly ordain a sinful act. 

Vyasadeva further explained that the princess was an expansion of the Goddess Lakshmi. She had appeared from the sacrificial fire to become the Pandava’s wife, who themselves had all been gods in their past live. In fact, the sage explained, all the brothers had been incarnations of Indra in different millenniums. 

Struck with wonder, Drupada folded his palms and said to the sage, “Great Rishi, there is nothing outside your knowledge or capabilities. My mind is now satisfied. What the celestials have ordained must always come to pass. We are all instruments in the hands of destiny. Let my daughter accept all five brothers as her husbands.”
 — con Surender Sharma.

Nacimiento de Draupadi

At the house Kunti, who had not accompanied her sons to the svayamvara for fear of discovery, felt herself trembling with anxiety. It was past sunset and her sons had still not returned... As Kunti sat in the still evening air lost in thoughts of affection for her children, Arjuna suddenly entered the hut and called out, "Mother, we have returned bringing excellent alms. Just see the wonderful jewel we have obtained today!"

Filled with relief and happiness to hear her son's voice, Kunti called back, "Share among yourselves whatever you have acquired." 

She looked up an saw Arjuna enter her room accompanied by Draupadi, who immediately bowed low at her feet. The princes had learned the identity of the brothers and was joyful to know Arjuna had won her. She greeted the venerable Kuru queen with appropriate words of respect. 

When Kunti saw the white-robed princess bowing before her, she gasped in horror. "What have I said? How can you all share this woman?" Kunti caught the still smiling Draupadi by the hand and went out to see Yudhisthira. 

"My words have never been false. Indeed, I cannot utter untruth. When Arhjuna said he had brought alms, I had no idea he meant this beautiful princess, and I replied, 'Share it among yourselves.' It must therefore be so, What then should be done? Tell me dear son, how my words may prove true and at the same time this princess may not be touche by sin." 

Yudhisthira looked thoughtful. He consoled his mother and assured her that neither she nor Draupadi would be touched by sin... 

He recalled Vyasadeva's words. Even though he had advised Arjuna to try to win Draupadi's hand, the sage had seemed to intimate that Draupadi should become the wife of them all. 

Although rare, such an act need not be unrighteous if sanctioned by an authority like Vyasadeva, especially when performed in order to preserve some other, higher religious purpose. If Draupadi became the wife of only one of them, it would most certainly create rivalry and dissension among them. And Kunti's words would also become false. 

This seemed to be a divine arrangement. Making up his mind, Yudhisthira said, "We shall all marry the blessed Draupadi."

Svayamvara de Drupadi

Drupada had made lavish preparations for the svayamvara ceremony of his daughter Draupadi, a huge stadium had been constructed. The Pandavas dressed as Brahmins entered the stadium and took their place in their midst, unnoticed by anyone. 

At the head of all the assembled kings sat Duryodhana and his brothers, resembling a blazing planet surrounded by a hundred bright stars. Bhima felt his anger rising but Yudhisthira checked him with a glance. 

Although dressed as Brahmins, the Pandavas did not go forward to collect charity but remained in their places, awaiting for Draupadi to appear. Finally the princess, dressed in robes of shining yellow silk and adorned with brilliant ornaments, entered the arena. In her hands she held a golden dish containing the nuptial garland, which she would place around the neck of the man who successfully passed the test her father had set. 

When the five Pandava brothers saw Draupadi’s dark and lovely face, they felt their hearts pierced as if by darts. They stood up from their seats and gazed at her exquisite form as she moved gracefully to her father’s side. 

Draupadi’s brother Dhristadymna stood up like a golden flagstaff raised in honor of Indra. Drhistadymna held his sister’s arm and said in a voice that rumbled like thunder, “This princess will be won today by he who can hit the mark.” The prince pointed to the huge bow lying on a golden table. “There is the bow and the arrows you must use. Truly do I say that whoever shoots an arrow through the device and into the target will win Draupadi’s hand. Only one of noble birth and great prowess will be capable of this feat.” 

Only someone of Arjuna’s ability could pass this test, Drupada had deliberately devised such a test in hopes that the Pandava might appear.

As all the other kings had tried to hit the mark and since they were no more princes and warriors left to try, Dhristadymna called for any last contestants. Arjuna looked at Dhaumya, head of the Brahmis, who smiled and nodded. The prince stood up and walked into the center of the arena. The assembled Brahmins roared in joy and waved their deerskins. Maybe a simple Brahmin would succeed where even the proud, mighty kings of the earth could not. And if any Brahmin could succeed, it would be this one. Arjuna looked like a dark cloud ad he advanced toward the bow moving with the grace of a lion.

Drupada looked curiously at the Brahmin, then gave his assent. “It is never disgraceful for rulers to be subordinated by the power of Brahmins, indeed they are protected by the power even as Visnu protects the gods.” 

Arjuna turned to the bow and, folding his palms, bowed low before it. Within his mind he prayed to Krishna. Having walked respectfully around the bow three times, he took it up in his right hand. In moments he had strung it and placed a golden arrow on the string. A complete hush fell over the stadium as Arjuna stood absolutely still with the bow drawn to a full circle. He knelt and aimed upwards at the target. Suddenly he released the arrow and it shot up with blinding speed. Passing cleanly through the hole it struck the target in its center. As the target clattered to the ground with the arrow sticking from it, the stadium erupted…

Escape de la Casa de Cera

When the citizens of Varanavata heard that the famous Pandava brothers were approaching their city, they came out in thousands to greet the princes. After the greetings were over, the Pandavas were received as guests of one of the city’s chief officials, Purochana, friend of Duryodhana. He personally led the princes and Kunti to the house he had named. “The Blessed Dwelling.”

As they entered the house Yudhisthira said quietly to Bhima, “From the odors I detect here it is evident that this house has been made of lac and other materials soaked in ghee and oil. Without doubt Purochana intends to burn us to death in this place. 

Yudhisthira said they should dig a tunnel under the house in order to escape when the time came. Yudhisthira decided their best hope lay in living in the lac house seemingly unaware of the danger. Remaining constantly alert, they should prepare an escape tunnel under the house. His brothers agreed. 

The tunnel was complete. Yudhisthira considered that their best hope lay in deceiving Duryodhana into thinking his plan had succeeded. That would allow the brothers to escape without being pursued. They would then have time to consider their next move. 

The following day a festival was being celebrated in Varanavata. 

Kunti distributed food and wealth to the Brahmis, and many poor people came to the Pandavas’ mansion to beg charity. By the arrangement of Providence, a tribeswoman also arrived with her five sons. The servants Kunti had placed in charge of distributing the food sat the woman and her sons down, then brought them food and a large quantity of wine. Gradually they became drunk and fell asleep where they had been eating. The servants, unable to rouse them, decided to leave them there for the night, although the Pandavas were unaware of this. 

Outside as night fell, a storm blew up. The Pandavas sat together in their room waiting until they were sure that Purochana, who occupied the room by the door of the house, was asleep. 

Yudhisthira then instructed Bhima to set the house on fire. Bhima then took a torch and lit he door and several other places, as his brothers and Kunti made their way along the tunnel. He followed them quickly, and in moments the whole house was ablaze.

Hearing the roar of the fire, the citizens of Varanavata all came out and saw with horror the blazing mansion. They were aware of the rivalry between Duryodhana and the Pandavas and they immediately guessed what had happened. 

When morning came they threw water onto the embers and searched the burnt-out ruins. They found the remains of Purochana and also of the tribe woman and her sons. Concluding that the Pandavas were dead, they lamented loudly, censuring Duryodhana and his father…

Dronacarya had organized a martial exhibition to show the prowess of his students, and after all of them including Bhima and Duryodhana and Arjuna had finished another warrior had come to exhibit his own skills too, marching straight toward them was a warrior who resembled the blazing sun. The earth resounded with his steps; he seemed like a moving hill. The crowd was motionless. 

The handsome youth strode straight up to Drona and he spoke in a voice that could be heard in every part of the stadium. “I am Karna. With your permission, good Brahmin, I shall show skills equal to those of Arjuna. Indeed, I shall excel all the feats displayed by Kunti’s son. Watch them and be amazed.” 

Drona nodded and Karna moved to the center of the arena. At once he began to show his skills. He matched every feat Arjuna had displayed and the crowd shouted their approval. 

Duryodhana laughingly said to Karna, “You are welcome, mighty hero. By good fortune you have come here today. Tell me, what can I do for your pleasure? I and the Kuru kingdom are at your command.” 

Karna replied, “By your words I already consider my desire fulfilled. I only wish for your undying friendship. But I have one request: “please allow me to engage in single combat with Arjuna.” 

Arjuna stiffened and grasped his bow. The minute he had seen the obviously arrogant Karna he had felt an intense rivalry. 

And then Arjuna said in a thunderous voice, “Karna,, the path of the unwelcome intruder or the uninvited speaker shall now be yours.” 

Karna smoldered like a glowing ember. “Arjuna, this arena is not meant for you alone. It is open to all heroes, including those superior to you. Why do you argue with words alone? Those who are strong do not waste words. Speak with your arrows and I shall sever your head before your guru’s eyes.”

Suddenly the sky was filled with heavy clouds and bright flashes of lightning. Indra’s great rainbow appeared overhead. The clouds above Karna, however, dispersed, and the sun shone brightly, lightning up his form. Dhritarastra’s sons stood behind Karna, while Drona, Kripa, and Bhishma stood behind Arjuna.

Kunti was immediately filled with horror and she fainted on the spot. Vidura was surprised to see this and raised her gently sprinkling her face with cool water. He asked her what was wrong, but Kunti said nothing. She sat holding her head. How could she tell anyone the secret she had kept hidden for so long? Trembling with fear she looked at the arena and, feeling helpless, prayed silently…

Just as the two warriors were about to duel, Kripa, who knew all the rules of combat, stepped forward and asked, “This son of Pandu is the child of Kunti and a descendent of the royal Kuru race. Let us hear from his opponent what is his lineage and race. Once he knows this, Pratha may decide whether or not to fight.” Duels are fought only among equals.

Karna blushed and said nothing. It was clear that he was not from a royal line. Seeing his discomfiture, Duryodhana spoke out. “Nobility does not depend only upon birth. Those who are heroes and leaders of soldiers may also claim nobility, even if not born in royal lines. But if Arjuna will duel only with another king, then I shall immediately give Karna a kingdom.” 

Then, just as the duel between Karna and Arjuna seemed about to commence, another man suddenly ran into the arena. He was trembling with age and supported himself on a staff. Perspiring and with his cloth hanging loosely from his body, he moved quickly toward Karna. At once Karna got down from his seat and placed his head, still wet from the coronation, at the man’s feet. He stood up and said to the inquisitive Duryodhana, “This is my father Adhiratha.” Adhiratha was a charioteer and he was instantly recognized as such by both his dress and his name. 

Seeing all this Bhima jeered, “O son of a charioteer, you do not deserve death at Arjuna’s hands.” 

Duryodhana then spoke, “Bhima, you should not speak such words. How can someone like this be of inferior birth? A hero’s first quality is his strength and prowess. We have all seen Karna’s power today.” 

The crow was roused and cheered expectantly. But during this speech the sun had set. The dispute would have to be settled another day. 

Kunti thanked the Lord within herself. As she watched Karna leave the arena, her mind went back to the day of his birth. She had only wanted to test Durvasa’s boon. She had no idea the mantra would prove so powerful. Kunti remembered how she had been lying on her couch watching the brilliant sun rise over the Ganges. What if she could call the sun-god to her? The mantra had come to mind and almost at once the blazing Surya was standing before her. 

Kunti had been amazed, then horrified when he told her that he could not leave without giving her a child. “I am yet a maiden,” she protested. “What will everyone say?” Surya smiled. By his power she would conceive a son and still remain a maiden.”

And so it had happened. The god left and in due course the boy was born. Kunti had marveled at the baby’s natural golden armor and earrings, the same armor and earrings she had seen on Karna as he marched into the arena. She recalled how that armor had shone in the morning sun as the boy floated away in his basket on the river. Kunti wept again as she recalled how she could not tell anyone she had given birth and how, blinded by tears, she had pushed the baby out into the flowing river. Adhiratha must have found the basket and raised her son. As Karna strode off with Duryodhana, Kunti led Gandhari back to the palace.

Dronacarya y Arjuna

Among Drona’s pupils, Bhima and Duryodhana, deadly rivals, both became matchless in mace fighting. Yudhisthira was the greatest spearman and chariot fighter, Nakula and Sahadeva were the best swordsmen, and Ashvattama showed the greatest ability at mystical weapons. Arjuna, however, excelled everyone in all respects. He became an atiratha, a warrior capable of fighting sixty thousand other warriors simultaneously… 

One day, Drona decided to test his student’s abilities. He placed an artificial bird high in a tree. Calling together all the princes, he said to each of them, “Take your bows and aim for the bird’s eye. One by one I shall call you forward to shoot.” 

The first to be called was Yudhisthira. When he had placed an arrow on his bow and aimed, Drona said, ‘O prince, tell me what you see.’ Yudhisthira replied that he saw his brothers, Drona, the tree, and the bird. Drona asked him again and again what he saw and each time received the same reply. Drona then reproached him and told him to stand down without firing his arrow. ‘You will not be able to hit the mark.’ He said with annoyance. 

Duryodhana was the next to be called. When he was ready to fire Drona asked him the same question. The prince replied as Yudhisthira had replied, and again Drona told him to stand down. Each prince was called and each responded to Drona similarly and was not allowed to shoot at the bird. 

Finally Arjuna was called. When he was prepared to shoot and was standing with his bow drawn in a semicircle, Drona said, ‘Tell me what you see. Can you see myself, your brothers and the tree?’ Arjuna replied, ‘I see only the bird. I cannot see you or my brothers, nor the tree.’ 

Drona was pleased. He waited a moment and asked, ‘If you see the bird, then please describe it to me.’

Arjuna responded, ‘I see only the bird’s head. I cannot see its body.’

Drona’s bodily hair stood on end and with tears on his eyes, he said, ‘Shoot!’



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  5. El Narrador de Cuentos - UNO - jueves 29 de diciembre de 2011
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  6. SRILA PRABHUPADA III -  martes 17 de abril de 2012
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