Story Unfolds :
At the Royal Garden of Anga Palace: the very next day:
From the point of view of Vrishi:
One boy was practicing hard. To aim at the pot nested over the fence. It was a red colored pot with a brass cover. It was kept on the twenty feet higher fence in purpose. The boy had trained to aim at it. By his elder brother Vrish who was been taught Archery by Lord Krishna Vasudev and wresting by his elder brother or dau Lord Balram. He was an attentive learner. So he learnt pretty quick. He taught the tricks to his dear youngest brother who was trying hard. To be a master Archer just like his brother. Now let me try to introduce this boy to you all. He was none but the adored son of Karna and Padma. Life of Supriya. Lalla of his dear mother Uruvi. Strength of all of his other siblings. Life support of his beloved uncle Shone and aunt Medha. He was the adored and caring yet soft, meek, timid, shy, gentle and introvert small nature lover (like his mother Padma) and world explorer (like his real mother Supriya) our Vrishi or Supriyo Vrishaketu.
Supriya son Vrishaketu or Vrishi
The young Boy had fair complexion with longest eyelashes and pouty lips. His eyes were doe shaped like his dear father Karna. And the apple of them were hazel. He had small black wavy hair flying in Air. He liked to arrange them neatly over his forehead with a head band. He even loved to wear two gold earrings like his father. He loved to put Sun symbol in between his own eyebrows. This boy loved to imitate all his father Karna himself loved to do.
He tried to toss the arrow to the aim but it missed. He snorted aloud while nodding his pretty head dismissively in frustration. He liked to be a master Archer like his father yet he knew it perfectly that it seemed impossible for him. He wanted to be brave enough to follow the footsteps of his two elder brothers. Vrish or Vrishasen and Chitra or Chitrasen. He was neither talented like Vrish nor hard working like Chitra. But he had one rarest kind of quality. He had the power to work hard. He had die hard attitude. The desire of not to give up at any cost. His this desire would soon made him one of the powerful warrior of Uttara Mahabharata era and the last person upon this earth to knowledgeable of Divine weapons or Divya Ashtras. He was the last person upon this earth who like his father Karna would be loved and cherished by even his foes or enemies. Only this boy could be able to unite Kaurava and Pandava together that even his three mothers had failed to do. By the way let us now concentrate on our story.
He could not aim to the target when he heard a soft river like sweet voice in his eardrum. He sharply turned to face a beautiful lady standing behind him and narrowed his eyes to her. He did not know her a bit!!! To his eyes she was a beautiful lady with pink Saree with white border, with a braid in her hair adorned with white Lily, big black soft eyes and gentle smile. She was emitting the motherly vibes to him yet she was not his mother!!!! That unfortunate boy did not know his mother!!!
She smiled at him brightly. He seemed to her as an exact replica of his father. His turning back to face her. His new making a face of frustration. His this narrowing his gaze on her face. Just like his own father!!!
"Putra, apka prayas toh sathik hain parantu apki lakshya sadhne ke liye apko tanik aur kaushal karna hoga. (My son, your this kind of the endless endeavors are praiseworthy. But to strike the arrow to your target you have to change your tactics.)" She answered him softly.
But she was not ready for the next blow. On her soft heart.
"Ap kyon ho?!! (Who are you?!!)" The Boy asked her in shock!! He did not know her a bit!!! She left him when he was only one year old baby!!!
She opened her eyes wide in horror. For a second her little brain stopped functioning. She wanted to love her son!!! She wanted to kiss his forehead and to have all of his stress!!! To her own!!! She wanted to wipe his head with her end of Saree!!! She wanted to hug him in her arms!!! To console him that everything would be alright!!! Yet she was unable to do that!! What was she listening just now!!! Her own son, Her own flesh and blood, was asking about her identity!!! He was asking her "who are you?!!!" Why was she still living?!! Why she was breathing till now!! She wanted to scream!!! She wanted to cry!!! She wanted to be too angry!!! On him!!! Yet not a single word came out of her throat!!! She knew it was her destiny!!! Her fault!!! She left him twice!!! Once after his birth immediately!! Then at his One year age!!! He had not get her when he needed!!! He had every right to ask the question to herself!!!
Yet the question had broke her heart completely and rang in her eardrum repeatedly
"Kyon Ho ap?!!"......
"What to tell him?!! Lalla I am your unfortunate mother who left you alone?!!! I was the person who left you when you were so small and tiny that you could not even protest?!! You tried to stop me!! You cried that day when I decided to embark my journey to search for Bhagwan Parashuram?!! Would he forgive her a bit?!! Would her sin decrease?!! Would he ever admit her as his own mother?!!" Her brain was infuriated with shock and those queries roamed in her mind. God!!! Why my life was always so complicated?!!! She was now asking the question to herself. Alas!!! She did not know that anyone else was asking the same to his own deity too!!! Her husband Karna was asking to himself the same question just now!!! After her coming back to home!!!
"Koi nahin, Putra. Main toh aparichit hoon apke liye. (Just nobody. I am a perfect stranger to you, my dear son.)" Her voice trembled slightly at the end while answering his queries. Her own heart broke into thousand pieces to say this to him. But she knew that it was necessary. Even if she gave him her identity he could not believe her a little bit. A sigh escaped her throat. It was all fault of her destiny. She could not become a wife of her husband to all. And she could not become even a mother of Vrishi in front of all too.
She saw her own shadow standing before her in smiles and giggling too hard on herself -
"Kyon Supriya kya socha tha tune ki tuh Apni navjat shishu ka tyag karke Mahan ban jayegi aur woh tujhe man lega?!!! Kadapi Nahin!!! (What to do you think that you can abandon your own newly born baby to prove you as a great soul and when you come back to him later he will just have to admit you wholeheartedly?!! Never ever!!!)"
She closed her eyes tightly. A single drop of tear emerged from her left eye as a sign of her mental distress. She was defeated!!! By her own son!! Her conscience was right!!! She could not get all of her sons back!!! It was her own fate to be rejected by them!!! Her destiny was like her mother-in-law Kunti who too was refuted brutally by her eldest son Karna!!! Once she had abandoned Vrishi today he refused to admit her!!! It was all due to the cruel conspiracy of fate!!!!
Her fate had been similar to her own mother-in-law Pritha Kunti. Yet it was dissent. Kunti abandoned Karna for her reputation. Supriya left Vrishi to Padma for her happiness. Kunti never take information about Karna while Supriya knew everything about Vrishi from Padma. She never wanted to be the mother of Vrishi unlike Kunti to Karna. For her greatest sacrifice her Vrishaketu became immortal in the history of Uttar Mahabharata Katha. But for the selfishness of Kunti her eldest son Karna became immortal in Mahabharata. Supriya was not like Kunti a bit. Just her destiny was same to her!!!
She did not notice that someone else was looking at her face with awe. She could not believe how could her Jiji told it to Vrishi!!! Even being a mother how could she told the boy that she was none related to himself!!! She was not able to comprehend it a bit!!!
Reaction of Uruvi by hearing it
The girl nested her beautiful eyes over the face of Supriya first and then on Vrishi. Then she narrowed her eyes in frustration. She then nodded her head in agreement. She had to inform jiji Padma about it!!! She had complete faith on the brain of her Jiji!!! Only she had the power to unite this duo!!! So she left hurriedly. Inside the house.
Supriya had wiped her tears gently and had decided what to tell. She was not like her mother-in-law Kunti who would stress on their relationship more and more!!! She would remain as a truly stranger to him!!! Just to be bear him forever!!!
"Putra, main apki koi nahin hoon. (My son, in reality I am not related to you a bit.)" She rolled her eyes to control her tears that was threatening to fall down.
He came to her and sat on his knees before her. He knew by heart how to pay tribute to all ladies. He had taught well by his mother Padma.
"Toh ajse ap mere Guru huwi. (Then from now onwards you are my Guru or mentor.)" The boy touched her feet in devotion. As a student.
She had touched his head softly and uttered slowly "Thik hain. Ajse ham apke Guru huwe. (Okay. From today I am your mentor.)" with a sigh. She was touched by the generosity of this boy who was in reality her own flesh and blood. How she loved to raffle those locks with her hands and how she had to put a brave face before him!!! God never put a mother in that critical situation!!!!
She lifted the boy and stood behind him. She steadied her nerves and told him to do so. Then she instructed him to aim at the target. Without slightly expecting a thing. He listened to her every instruction with attention. His heart for no reason told him to obey her blindly. It told him that she was not a bit wanted to harm him. A son could sense the love of his mother!!! Vrishi sensed it in Supriya too!!!
She showed him how to throw the arrow and all of them pierced the aim perfectly. Then she left the Bow and arrows to him. To test his excellence. She knew that this boy had no Guru since her Padma Jiji was teaching him herself!!! She did not want to leave Vrishi too!!! As a mother she realized the love of Padma and eagerness of the boy personally!!!
The boy came near her and touched her feet. To take her blessings. He had perfect knowledge that he had to take the blessings of his teacher before proving himself.
He pulled out another arrow and put it on his own bow. Before pulling the string he touched the tip of it with his forehead lovingly and payed Tribute to it. She put her right palm on his shoulder. To assure him. Then he had pulled the string with his index finger and thumb and closed his one eyelid slowly. He this time did not want to miss his target. Then by relaxing his nerves he pulled out the string. The arrow toppled over the air for several times and struck to it's aim perfectly.
He jumped on joy. By clapping both hands. He was successful in his own endeavor. Then he ran to fetch any of his elder brother. Be it Vrish, Chitra or Satya. He knew that Vrish, Shatru and Dip were preparing to go back to their Gurukul of Dwarka and Mathura very soon. He saw the eagerness in the eyes of his eldest sibling Vrish. But he did not know the reason behind it. He as a young boy did not know that someone else, a beautiful girl, was now waiting eagerly for the arrival his brother. She was none but the would be sister-in-law of him. Devi Vatsyala. Dearest daughter of Dau Lord Balram. That girl fell in love with Vrish. Just by seeing a glimpse of his face. However the love story was complicated as the boy loved Devi Lakshmana, the only daughter of Prince Duryodhan. Later Lord Krishna son Shamb would get Lakshmana and his cousin Vatsyala could be able to marry Vrish.
Devi Vatsyala (Daughter of Balram, niece of Lord Krishna and would be Wife of Vrishasen)
Young Vrishi ran to the house in great speed. He wanted to inform his Vrish bhaiya. About his achievements. He knew that his brother would be very happy for his success. He did not look back. If he did so, then he could notice another lady was peeping through her own window to him with pride look in her eyes. She was none but his dear little mother Devi Uruvi herself. She was ecastic in joy by seeing the Bond between a mother and his son. Once more. she deiced to come back to see the last interaction between Vrishi and her Supriya jiji as she did not want to give halfhearted information to her Padma jiji. She saw everything in her very own eyes. Her heart was bleeding profusely for her Jiji. She could not be able to bear her pain yet she was so proud of her jiji Supriya and her selflessness. This girl had so truly worshipped her Jiji!!!!
Devi Uruvi (3rd Karna Wife)
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Point of view of Supriya:
Now let us come to Supriya. She was coming to her temple. To pay tribute to her deities. She ignored her task. For 13 yrs. She had to go to beg for her husband Karna's life. From one and only Lord Shiva or Devadidev. As he had the power to save any human. As instructed by Bhagwan Parashuram. Later his this power was captured in the form of a most powerful Mantra. Mahamrityunjay. She failed to save him. It was a failure that she would not forgive herself for. She tried hard yet she had to fail. In the hands of the destiny. Like her preivous birth. As a beautiful maiden wedded to a demon or Rakshas. (the story will be revealed later in this story.)
A sigh of pain had came out of her lips while she was claening her idols. She neglected Her duties for ages. But she wanted to resume it now. She was at that time was cleaning her idols in her own hands while singing a song or Bhajan absentmindedly when she had listened that someone else was practicing hard at the Royal Garden adjunct to her room. The sound of throwing arrows captured her own attention.
Devi Supriya (2nd Karna Wife)
She became curious and tried to look at the person. A boy!!! She opened her big eyes wide in surprise to see that a young boy was trying to aim at a pot put on the large fence of 20 feet. A big red pot with the golden brass top was put on the fence and the boy was now trying hard to aim at it. It was a mere impossible task for a young boy like him yet he seemed engrossed in his own work. He did not pay attention to the chirping of birds, laughing sound of the maids, gossiping of the guards around him. He seemed as if in his meditation.
His fair complexion suited best to his innocent face. He had black wavy hair nested to his shoulder and put on a hairband at the forehead to prevent them to fall on his eyes. Even after that some locks of his hair fell on his broad forehead making his face too cute. His lips were full and pouty like a toddler. His eyes were doe shaped and hazel like his father Karna. His cheeks were pink. Sweats were now forming over his head like drops of pearls. The boy cleaned his fists for severe times with clothes that proved that they were sweaty. Yet the boy was adamant to aim his arrow. To that target. Nested before him.
Supriya looked at his face in soft eyes. Her tears were now rolling down her pink cheeks. In happiness and joy. She took no time to recognise her own dear Lalla. Her own flesh and blood. She recalled him every single moment of her secluded life. When she felt so allof and detached she remembered his happy face. It gave her strength to fight against the world. As a mother she could not be able to forget him. For a second. Any mother could not do that!!! She was so happy that she could die happily now. She met with her Lalla. Her Vrishi. Her own last Born son. She had nothing left now for herself!!!
Image of new born Vrishi in the mind of Supriya
The boy snorted aloud. She laughed happily at him. He did not changed a bit. In his early childhood he always loved to snort like this way whenever something was not in his favor!!! The boy's face glowed brightly like Sun. His pearl like sweat drops made his face too cute. She wanted to run to him and kiss his forehead lovingly. But she could not. As she knew that Vrishi had forgotten about hereself. To that young boy Padma was his own mother and Uruvi was his Choti Ma or little mother. Supriya was unknown to him as she left him when he was so tiny. So he had no memory of hers!!!
His efforts were fruitless as his aim was big. Yet his endless trial proved to her him as an worthy son of Karna who never wanted to be defeated by his difficulty. She was so happy for him. As a mother. She decided to help him as she knew Archery as a warrior princess. Even if a hidden One!!! So she intervened and came forward to help him. To teach archery.
At last the boy succeeded in his own endeavor. He jumped in joy. She was proud of him too. She felt so happy for him. He ran to the house. Perhaps to inform his mother Padmavati about his success.
Supriya left alone. She touched the dust where the boy stood in love and adoration. She loved to touch the boy like this way too.
Uruvi put her palms over her mouth to stop herself. She did not want to show her distress to her Goddess. She knew how her jiji was feeling at this nick of the moment. As a mother she understood everything.
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At Kailash: at the same time:
"Mata nahin, Guru, parantu kyun, Devadidev?!! (Why not as a mother but a mentor, Devadidev?!!)" A lady was sitting upright grumpily and was asking this question to her husband.
Her husband Lord Shiva pressed his lips together and smiled brightly while nodding his head dismissively. He knew what she wanted to ask. She was offended that Supriya did not reveal her secret to Vrishaketu. Her son.
"Mahadev!!!" She asked him again. In surprise.
"Mata se badke Guru santan ke liye aur koui nahin hoti is biswa Main, Priye. Aur aise bhi Putri Supriya ko ek avishap milatha. Rishi Atri se. Yeah sab uski karan bash ho raha hain. (My dear wife, a mother is the best guide and mentor to her son. And most of all Supriya had a curse. From Maharishi or great sage Atri. She has to bear the pain for that.)" He replied to her too calmly.
"Avishap?!! Maharishi Atri se?!! Joh sab se adhik santa Rishi kehlate hain sapta Rishi wo main?!! Kyun?!! (A curse?!! From sage Atri?!! The man who is most calm and composed among all the Seven great sages?!! But why?!!)" She asked him in horror. She had no idea of it.
Mata Parvati (Wife of Shiva)
Lord Shiva (Mahadev)
He looked at her direction pleasantly and narrated the story to her. But let we end the chapter now as the story has to be revealed later.
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Will Vrishaketu amit Supriya as his mother before her demise or not? Will a mother get recognition from her last born? What is the story of her curse? How she is related to Rishi Atri who curses her? Is she really Married to a demon in her precious life? Who is he? What is his relation with her husband Karna? The answers are to be given in the next chapters. Stay tuned. Enjoy.
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