V
DHRITARASTRA’S
ANGUISH
In the darkness of the night,
Duryodhana, rattled, scared, intensely lonely and blood all over his body, fled
from the battlefield. All his brothers had been killed, as had been Sakuni, his
mighty generals and other celebrated warriors and his beloved son, Lakshmana
Kumara. He directly went to Bhishma, lying on a bed of arrows, waiting for the
auspicious moment to come when he would wish for his death. Duryodhana told him
that he had lost everyone in the war and had come to him to take refuge in him.
He prayed to him to save him. A kshatriya does not abandon the one who had
surrendered to him and a grandfather cannot see his grandchild perish, no
matter how wicked he might have been. Bhishma did not upbraid him but he did
tell him, in much sorrow, how he had been responsible for his misery. He advised
him to go to sage Durvasa, who was in charge of Vyasa Sarovara (the lake
named Vyasa), take refuge in the venerable sage and with his permission, enter
the lake. Once in the lake, none could harm him; be they mortals or immortals,
he told him. He urged hm to hurry. The night was in its last phase. Once the
day broke, the Pandavas would start looking for him, he said. Duryodhana
thought of meeting his parents; so he headed to Hastinapura.
Earlier that night, Sanjaya had
told Dhritarashtra about Duryodhana’s plight. The distressed father asked Vidura
and him to go to the battlefield right then and bring his son to the safety of
Hastinapura, taking advantage of the thick darkness of the night. That was not possible, Sanjaya old him; the
Pandava army was everywhere.
When Duryodhana arrived at his palace
in Hastinapura, he found his wife Bhanumati waiting to welcome him ceremonially
but when he told her that he alone of the Kauravas was alive and their son had
fallen, she was completely devastated. But he consoled her, saying that not all
was over. It was just that he was extremely tired and desperately needed rest. Having
rested, the following morning he would return to the battlefield and win the
war. Bhanumati couldn’t hear any of this; she had passed out.
Then he went to his parents.
Sanjaya told Dhritarashtra that his son was in front of him. The father, who had
been so very worried for the safety of his only surviving son, now that he was there
with him, was missing the rest of his sons. He upbraided his eldest. He had
come alone; where were his brothers, he asked him. He reprimanded him for not having
given their due to the Pandavas, his brothers, for having listened to the
wicked Sakuni instead of the wise Vidura, and for insulting Krishna – Narayana Himself!
Because of him, he told him, his begetting a hundred sons had become futile. Utterly
sad, defeated and mourning for his brothers himself, who he knew had sacrificed
themselves for him, there was nothing meaningful that Duryodhana could say to
his father by way of consolation.
Overcome with grief, the father continued
in the same vein: having started the jajna of war (war viewed as
sacrificial fire), he should not have wished to live alone. Looking at Krishna,
he should have fallen in the war, fighting, and attained Vaikuntha (the abode
of Vishnu). Then the devastated father said something he had never told him
before. That moment of loss was too unbearable for him, an ordinary mortal in
spiritual terms, to control himself. This is the best that can be said for him.
He should have listened to the
sage counsel of the wise Vidura, he told his son. Vidura had advised him to have
his infant eldest killed. If he lived, he would attain much prosperity and greatness
but would bring him great grief by becoming the cause of the utter ruination of
the entire family. If he was killed, his ninety-nine younger brothers would
live, Vidura had said. Duryodhana’s killing would have ensured the continuance of
his lineage and he, Vidura, was willing to perform that act of sacrifice
himself. Dhritarashtra had turned down his brother’s advice. He told Duryodhana
that he was regretting having done so now. Hurt by those cruel words, the son
said,” Father, why are you being so merciless? At this difficult moment of mine,
instead of pity, you are giving me pitiless words. Protect me for the night. I
will win the war the following day.”
When he uttered those unfeeling
and insensitive words to his eldest, he seemed to have forgotten why he had not
allowed Vidura to kill his eldest born. As he gave the infants, one after the
other, to the blind father to feel him, Vidura said of hm that he would be
wicked. Much before he could hold all his sons, Dhritarashtra stopped him. If
that was what he was forecasting for each infant, why must he sacrifice his
eldest, he had asked Vidura. He would rather accept whatever destiny would bring
him - that was what he had told Vidura, which he seemed to have forgotten. There
is absolutely no suggestion in Sarala Mahabharata that Dhritarashtra’s decision
was wrong. It just cannot be, if we think about it. Can it be a good reason for
a father to sacrifice his eldest born so that his lineage continued with
ninety-nine wicked sons?
Returning to the meeting of Dhritarashtra
and Duryodhana, the troubled father expressed his helplessness to give him protection,
even for that night. With the all-knowing Sahadeva, there was no place in the
three worlds where he could be safe, he told his son. He told him then what Bhishma
had told him: “take refuge in sage Durvasa and enter Vyasa Sarovara”.
The difference was that Bhishma had given him that advice with kindness and
Dhritarashta’s advice was expressed in hurtful language: jamaku dekhi darilu
palai pasa ja ja - seeing Yama’s face, you got scared. Now, go away and
enter (the lake). Very harsh, unfeeling,
unkind and unfair words for the one, who, even his worst enemies never
considered to be a coward, who was afraid of death. And those were the parting
words of the father to his son.
How very comforting it is to put
the blame on someone else for one’s suffering! The blind king had forgotten that
when he was the king, he had been grossly unfair towards the Pandavas and had deprived
them of their due - long before his son did so.