"Yeh putra balshaaliyo mei sabse balshali hoga. Yeh sabke ghamand ka naash karega ! Trilok ise Bheem ke naam se jaanega !" The invisible divine voice echoed throughout, as soon as the second son of Kunti was born on the noon of Trayodashi, with Magh Nakshatra and Simha Laghna, on the Maitra Muhurat.
Kunti and Pandu sat together in the peaceful forest, surrounded by tall trees and the gentle sounds of nature. Kunti held her newborn son, Bheem, in her arms, cradling him lovingly as she gazed down at his adorable face. She was exhausted but her heart was full of joy, knowing that she had brought another precious life into the world.
Pandu, watched her with adoration, his eyes filled with pride and love. He could see the happiness in Kunti's eyes as she looked at their son, and he felt a wave of gratitude for the blessings in their lives.
Feeling a bit exhausted from giving birth earlier today, Kunti leaned back against the tree, cradling Bheem in her arms.
Seeing the fatigue in her eyes, Pandu said, "Mai tumhare liye Jal leke ata hu Kunti."
Kunti nodded gratefully as he stood up and went to a nearby river. Placing Bheem on her lap, she closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the setting sun on her face. It didn't take her long before she fell asleep.
But suddenly the loud sound of a tiger's roar suddenly pierced the tranquil stillness, jolting Kunti awake. Her eyes flew open, and she instinctively stood up, forgetting that Bheem was still in her lap. As she rose, Bheem tumbled from her arms and landed on the large rock over which she had been sitting.
Panic seized Kunti as she watched her newborn son fall, but to her surprise, Bheem was unharmed, and as she looked down at the rock, she saw that it had shattered into pieces from the impact of Bheem's fall.
She couldn't believe her eyes, and as Pandu returned with the water, he was astonished to see the broken rock and Bheem unscathed. He came and picked up his son who giggled. Kunti was quick to take him in his arms, kissing his face as tears streamed down her face. She hugged him tightly, as a sigh of relief escaped her lips, realizing that her son was destined for greatness.
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The palace of Hastinapur was shrouded in darkness as the night descended upon the kingdom. The air was heavy with an eerie silence, broken only by the distant howls of wolves and the creaking of the ancient trees in the palace gardens.
The sky was filled with dark, swirling clouds, and the sound of thunder rumbled ominously in the distance. Finally, the war piercing cries of a newborn filled the air, hearing which the very walls of the palace seemed to groan in protest.
Dhritrashtra awaited the news of his son's birth with a heavy heart. He knew the ill omens that had plagued the night, and he feared what they might portend for his son's future. As the news reached him, he took the newborn in his arms, feeling a chill of dread run down his spine.
In a desperate attempt to seek reassurance, Dhritrashtra summoned Brahmanas, Bhishm and Vidur. They came and gathered around the newborn, their faces turned grave. Some even exchanged fearful glances realising who it was in the form of the baby.
Dhritrashtra asked, "Rajkumar Yudhishthir, nisandeh Jyesht hone ke karan aur apne guno ke karan Hastinapur ka Raja banega. Isme mujhe kuch nahi kehna. Parantu kya mera yeh putra, Yudhishthir ke baad Raja banega ? Mujhe satya bataye."
When he stopped speaking, carrion eaters, terrible carnivores and howling jackals began to scream from all the directions. It was clear to all that the baby was not just a prince, but a harbinger of malevolence and tragedy.
Brahmanas said, "Maharaj, aapka yeh putra awashya iss kul ka naash karega. Iska tyaag karne mei hi sabka kalyaan hai aur isko paalna badi aapda ka nimantran."
"Jyesht," Vidur came forward and said, "Apne 99 putro ko apne saath rakhiye aur unse kul aur Rajya ka kalyaan kariye. Parantu iss ek ka tyaag kar dijiye. Kul ke liye putra ka tyaag, gaav ke liye kul ka tyaag, raashtra ke liye gaav ka tyaag, aur aatma ke liye prithvi ka tyaag kiya jata hai."
"Nahi...." Dhritrashtra shook his head as he held his son close to his heart, "Yeh meri pehli santaan hai, Vidur. Iska tyaag mai nahi kar sakta."
Vidur looked at Bhishm, who shook his head, knowing that Dhritrashtra lacks the farsight to know what the grave consequences would be rearing a son, who is Kali himself, the embodiment of all evil.
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A/N
Bheem and Duryodhan were born on the same day, Bheem at noon, Dury at night.... Do you know what this means ?
It means insaan ki maut uske janm se pehle nirdharit ho jaati hai 🤣🤣
NOW ANOTHER BIG MYTH OF MAHABHARAT !
Vidur never asks Dhritrashtra to KILL Duryodhan. He asks Dhritrashtra to ABANDON him.
And here's Hindi translation from Gita Press -
And as we know, evil has no age... Little boys murdering their parents to old men raping young girls.... And one may say that it's because this is the age of Kaliyug....
Well yes.... BUT GUESS WHO IS KALIYUG HIMSELF ? DURYODHAN 🌝