Denouncing everything else,
Follow me exclusively
“Who else is here?”
“You can’t run away from me. I’ll never let you.”
I looked at Draupadī gravely.
“’Kr’shñā’.” Draupadī interrupted me, “’Kr’shñasý patnī’, ‘Wife of Kr’shñ’, ‘Kr’shñā’. I told you so many times.”
“Yes, I have seen now that even Pitr’vý Shrī, Drupad Uncle, is calling you, ‘Kr’shñā’.”
“That’s why he has invited you here, with your elder brother. Your father was too invited separately. Now since he has also come…”
“I don’t think my ‘Sakhī’, my girlfriend, doesn’t understand me enough to comprehend, she has to change herself for it.”
“How can you make to marry you conditional for us womankind?”
“I am not making conditional to marry me, you have yourself made it conditional to marry you. I am only responding to it.”
“Oh, I’ve made my marriage conditional? Consequently, you are justified in making your own marriage conditional too? Aren’t you denying our birthright thus?”
“You must have seen it far more before.” I muttered somewhat curtly.
“What? What did you say?” Draupadī was all-alert suddenly.
Draupadī was more emotional than my other Sakhīs, my other girlfriends.
“You must have seen it before you vowed to marry only the man who could kill Āchārý Droñ.”
“You won’t do it?”
“You think Uncle Droñ was right?”
“I don’t agree with you.”
“Why not? Didn’t you yourself kill even your own maternal uncle, Rāxasrāj Kans, because he arrested your parents illegally inhumanly? What you did is right, and it’s wrong if I do the same thing? I never imagined, even you have such a double standard.”*
“I appreciate your efforts to woo me, despite your vowed declaration that you would marry only the man who would kill Āchārý Droñ.”
“Well, of course, I can’t stop any adult Yong woman to opt me her husband. Nevertheless, she can’t impose on me her own absurd ethics and/or her own absurd morals.”
“I don’t agree with you that my ethics and morals are absurd.”
“I know. That’s why I can’t marry you unless you won’t impose on me that I have to kill Āchārý Droñ.”
“He thinks Pānchāl is my father’s personal property that can be distributed between my father and Āchārý Droñ himself. It’s not Hinduism. It’s not Democracy. Āchārý Droñ is a yātudhān. He deserves to be awarded with death sentence for his yātudhānatv.”
“Yet you killed your own maternal uncle yourself. Didn’t you?”
“Oh sure. With my fist. Didn’t I?”
“What do you mean?”
“If I really wanted to kill my maternal uncle, I would have prepared for it.”
“I still didn’t understand.” Draupadī looked at me quite perplexed.
“I would have using some weapon to kill him deliberately already, if I really wanted to kill him.”
“I see.” Draupadī smiled understandingly, “So you want to claim now that it was an accident that Kans was killed by you?”
“I wanted to arrest him alive and keep him as a prisoner for rest of his life as he kept my parents and my maternal grandfather in prison.” I said gravely.*
“Bosh and nonsense.”
“I know you can’t believe me.”
“Nobody will believe you.”
“I don’t blame anybody.” I said indifferently, “Usually the people think it’s justified if you kill someone if he had imprisoned your parents.”
“Rāxasrāj Kans hadn’t only imprisoned your parents. He imprisoned your maternal grandfather too. He was immensely against Democracy. He was a local tool of the utmost successful imperialist of today, Jarāsandh.”
“Why not?” Draupadī asked curtly, “Don’t they kill us?”
“Oh, come on, Draupadī,…”
“Kr’shñā, you know better.”
“I don’t.” Draupadī said doggedly.
“Yes, you do.” I too myself said insistently, “What I did, I did in self defense. I wasn’t executing death sentence on him. Neither the Ved Mantr ‘Māyābhirindr māyinam’ is as simple as you are implying it to be.”*
3. On Islam
4. On History