#pandavas deserved more appreciation from yudi

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Random thoughts that keep me awake at night (Part III)

I have painful little almost no fondness for Yudhishthira, but sometimes, I wonder what it must've been like to be him - to be pushed towards a throne he'd rather do without, to barter and stake his family and then have them accompany him on the exile, knowing that he was responsible for their horrible fate to an extent, and to have their support despite it.

How must he have felt when he found them putting up with his truth and righteousness, and sticking with his in spite of everything? How must he have felt, when he asked the Yaksha for Nakul, knowing that he had three more brothers waiting to be revived? How could he face Draupadi after dismissing her and calling her an actress at Virata? What would he have done, if Bheem had not stopped Keechak?

Sometimes, I think he did not even notice all this. But then, if he did, I wonder how sad and terrible his life was.

#mahabharat #hindu mythology #mahabharata #yudhishthir #yudhisthira #pandavas deserved more appreciation from yudi #draupadi #i feel so bad for him #and then #i feel bad #for feeling bad for him #that makes no sense #but anyway #boo blabs #random thoughts

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Day 9: Mahabharat

Tagging @sundaralekhan

I don't usually write about Yudhisthir, because I don't like him very much, but here is my first time trying to get an insight into his character.

After all this time, there was only silence. All around him, snow lay in a muted blanket of sheer white. The rocks stood dark and stark, and the cold wind whipped his hair soundlessly. Yudhisthir sighed. His breath condensed before his nose in a dense cloud. There was a low ringing in his ears, and his legs were numb, but he trudged on.

He had left his family far behind – his brothers and Draupadi in the unforgiving ravines, a few other women and his grandson in Hastinapur, his mother and uncles and aunt in the forest fire, and everyone else in the bloodied land of Kurukshetra. Now he was alone, and in his solitude, the voices in his head were louder than ever.

Somewhere along the way, he noticed a black dog following him. Yudhisthir welcomed the company. All his life, he had followed Dharma – the path of righteousness. All his life, he had found himself isolated. The path to glory was a long one, and all great men had to traverse it alone. When he finally reached the peak, all he could think of was his family lying in tatters, and Duryodhan’s mocking laughter at his deathbed. He had attained heaven – in his mortal body no less! – but he had lost everything on the way.

On his last night, Yudhisthir wished he had remembered to value his family when he had the chance. How ironic, that even Dharmaraaj would die with some regret.

#mahabharat #hindu mythology #mahabharata #yudhishthir #yudhisthira #sundaralekhan #duryodhana #pandavas deserved more appreciation from yudi #i still don't like him #:( #boo writes