Radheya has been walking for months towards Mount Mahendra. He wants to find the teacher Drona. The great guru Parashurama who taught devastra to Drona. The legendary guru whose life is eternal. From the information gathered along the way, Parashurama might be in the Mahendragiri area or on Mount Mahendra.
During the journey, Radheya disguised himself as a Brahmin because he knew that Parashurama only accepted students from a Brahmin. Throughout the journey, Radheya depended on the kindness of others. Like a Brahmin on a sacred journey without possessions to achieve enlightenment.
Radheya's conscience actually rejected deceiving by becoming a Brahmin just to learn a skill. However, his mind kept giving reasons to calm himself, he was born into a family whose caste was not clearly known. There is a possibility that he also comes from a Brahmin family.
Furthermore, during months of traveling as a Brahmin, he realized more about himself, humanity, life, death, and an unseen power that governs everything. He wants to seek something beyond the power of devastra.
He wants to seek the meaning of his life on earth. Parashurama might give him an answer to the meaning of his life, the meaning of why humans were created.
After all, isn't Parashurama an incarnation of Lord Vishnu? Who is said to be a descendant of Lord Brahma and a student of Lord Shiva.
The long journey took him across thousands of kilometers, and each step brought various questions about his life.
What will he do after meeting his Guru?
He will ask to be taught the skill of devastra.
What will he do after acquiring that skill?
He will challenge Drona and become famous.
What will he do after becoming famous?
He will become wealthy and make his parents happy, and build his own family.
And after all that?
He will die.
Radheya sat on a rock and gazed at the moonless starry night sky. No matter how many times he tried to ask and answer, in the end, he only got one answer, death. Suddenly, he felt, isn't this world too futile to live for just fame that will ultimately vanish with death.
Is there a meaning to life's purpose that surpasses death?
Will there be an answer to the question of who he truly is, so that he might understand the meaning of his existence in life?
Radheya embarked on a long journey that exposed him to various types of people. A wealthy person, a poor person, one suffering, one happy. But none of them escaped the grip of death.
A wealthy person who is happy and a poor person who was once very wealthy. A poor person suffering and a wealthy person who was once poor in the past. An old person with disabilities who was once a strong and mighty man. None are eternal.
Radheya's tears flowed, isn't life so sad when people don't know what they are looking for on Earth. It feels lost in a long journey without finding a way back to a true home. Drenched in sadness and suffering.
Radheya walked along a small road around Mount Mahendra, rumored to be often passed by the great guru Parashurama. He quickly looked for a tree where he could sit cross-legged and seek shelter from the scorching sun or rain.
While waiting there, Radheya tried to recall the teachings of the Vedas that he had learned and repeated during the months-long journey.
He meditated to find something about himself, the universe, and a meaning of his presence in this universe.
On the 21st day since Radheya waited in his meditation, an old man walked towards him. With slow and respectful movements, Radheya bowed towards the street and prostrated himself before the old man. "Am I facing the respected Mahaguru Parashurama from all corners?" He repeated this question to every passerby on that deserted street.
The old man looked at Radheya and said, "Yes, and who are you? What brings you here looking for me?"
Radheya's heart leaped with joy, but his body bowed even deeper. "Please accept my humble respects," Radheya said while prostrating himself once more. "My name is Radheya. Following the steps of destiny, I am here to seek to become a disciple of Mahaguru Parashurama."
"Who are your parents? Are you from the Brahmin caste? Because I only teach a Brahmin," replied Mahaguru Parashurama.
Radheya bowed and said, "Everyone is born multiple times in this world. They become Brahmins, Kshatriyas, or others. My father is the sun, and my mother is the Ganges river. I dare not claim to be from the Brahmin caste, due to my low knowledge of the Vedas and my actions still lacking to attain moksha. I greatly hope to have a guru to guide me to become a true Brahmin and achieve yoga."
Parashurama laughed joyously upon hearing his words because he knew that only Brahmins were taught about the Vedas and the path to achieving yoga.
"There are three paths to achieve Yoga," said Mahaguru Parashurama. "Namely Karma Yoga, the path to enlightenment through actions. Bhakti Yoga, the path to enlightenment through devotion and worship of the Almighty. Lastly, Jnana Yoga, the path to enlightenment through true knowledge of life and self. Tell me, in what way do you wish to achieve yoga in your life?"
Radheya prostrated himself, "I do not know. Let the Guru guide me as a disciple to attain moksha through the path that the Guru deems best for me."
Parashurama looked at Radheya for a while and then looked at the sky. "It is a guru's responsibility to teach knowledge to those who seek it without asking for anything in return. But I, Parashurama, only accept students who are destined for me. Has anyone introduced you to me that you are here?"
"I have no one. Armed only with the great name of Mahaguru, I passed through these mountains seeking the guru's footsteps." Radheya's heart felt painful. He knew that a renowned guru like Parashurama wouldn't casually accept a student, especially one without a clear background.
Also, no one directly introduced him.
"I don't know if you're destined for me or not," said Parashurama. "Our meeting might be fated. I can see you have nothing here. Tell me, what will you give me if I accept you as my student?"Radheya prostrated, placing both hands on the ground and opening his palms towards the sky. "The Almighty gives everything. In worldly life, parents give life. A teacher gives meaning to life. For you, my Guru, I surrender myself."Parashurama laughed joyfully. "Rise and follow me. From now on, you are my student."Radheya's tears flowed freely.Radheya was brought by Parashurama to the ashram where he taught. There, Radheya could see hundreds of people residing there, all of them Parashurama's students.At the ashram, Radheya was not immediately taught by Parashurama. He was required to learn from several senior students, progressing through levels until eventually, he would be taught directly by Parashurama. This would only happen if he reached the highest level, as Parashurama only taught at t
Parashurama laughed and left Radheya.Honestly, Radheya didn't know whether to be happy after gaining that ability. He did want that power before. And now, it all felt meaningless to him. Four years in this place had worn away his desire. He didn't know the use of that power if all he wanted was to stay here.Learning the devastra abilities made him happy, but it also made him sad to think that the learning process would soon reach its end. Could it be that after all this, he would be forced to leave the ashram?Next, every day Parashurama would come and teach him a devastra ability.In a month, Radheya had learned all that his teacher could teach him. So much so that Parashurama didn't hesitate to tell his other students that Radheya had caught up and might even be greater than him.Radheya immediately prostrated himself before his teacher, not daring to accept those words. He took it as a warning not to be arrogant because it was a grave sin for a student to try to surpass his teach
Radheya's heart was truly shattered into pieces. "Guru, thank you for your teachings. I have nothing to offer you as my guru dakshina. Ask for something, and I will give it to you."Parashurama smiled, "Walk the path of truth in your life and never turn away from it. That's all I ask of you.""I promise to live by it with my life." Radheya's tears flowed freely."Accept this," said Parashurama, handing over his personal bow and arrow named Vijaya.The bow and arrow were crafted by Vishwakarma, the god of architecture and weaponry, for Lord Shiva. Once received by Parashurama from Lord Shiva, it had accompanied Parashurama in his conquest of the world twenty-one times.Vijaya was an unparalleled bow and arrow in the world, surpassing any other weapon. Parashurama then recited an incantation and shot an arrow into the sky, which then fell in an incredible amount exceeding the capabilities of the divine weapon known as indrastra."Bhargava astra," said Parashurama, "The only divine weapo
A few years later, Drona held a celebration and a competition among the most prestigious princes throughout the Kingdom of Kuru.He organized the race as a celebration of the completion of all the princes' learning from his military school. Also, to determine his best student, which he already knew for sure who would be the winner.The race was attended by the princes from the Kauravas—descendants of King Dhritarashtra—numbering one hundred people, and the princes from the Pandavas—descendants of King Pandu—numbering five people.In short, the Kingdom of Kuru originated from a king named Kuru. From the lineage of King Kuru, the eldest son was born, Dhritarashtra, and his younger brother, Pandu. Because Dhritarashtra was born blind, the royal rights that should have been his were transferred to Pandu, his younger brother.One day, while hunting in the forest, King Pandu mistakenly shot a sage named Kindama, who was disguised as a deer with his wife and making love in the forest. By Kin
Arjuna, the son of the king of gods, appeared captivating. With his handsomeness and abilities, thousands of spectators were enchanted by him in an instant.Arjuna could shoot arrows precisely at a remarkably distant target. In another competition, he shot a moving target with his eyes closed. All of this made people cheer his name.Arjuna then demonstrated his divine abilities, unmatched by anyone from the Kauravas. This made Duryodhana extremely jealous because Arjuna made the Kaurava princes look like children. Arjuna showcased all his strengths without diminishing his power in front of his brothers.The son of the god Indra shot an arrow into the sky, which then appeared like fire striking like a dragon chasing the sun, and his second arrow created a strong wind that brought together the clouds in the sky.The entire audience was amazed, exclaiming, "Oooohh..... Wooowww...."Arjuna's third arrow turned into thousands of arrows that destroyed a shooting target. In the end, one of A
"I am Radheya, from Hastinapur," Radheya answered."Radheya? Is that your name?"Radheya smiled, understanding the question. Radheya, which means son of Radha, was not a personal name at all."I am Karna, son of Adhiratha and Radha, a charioteer." Radheya never felt ashamed to hide his origins; he just hated seeing people judge someone based on birth rather than actions.It was as if his archery skills displayed earlier were worthless and immediately lost along with his lineage.Duryodhana also despised Drona, his biased teacher, and the Pandavas who had everything. "You are my friend; indeed, you are not fit to be a prince. You deserve to be a king. With my power, I will grant you the kingdom of Anga."Duryodhana left the arena and went to his father's place, King Dhritarashtra. "Father, someone who shows his qualities as a king has emerged. Let the kingdom of Anga that you wish to give me, with your permission, I shall hand it over to him."The kingdom of Anga was a kingdom divided
Some soldiers were already crying beforehand, while Karna just stared at them without saying anything. The sky was blue without a cloud, and the sun was right above their heads. Karna walked alone towards the middle of the battlefield. King Jarasandha soon approached him."What terms shall we fight on?" asked Karna. It was the duty of the leaders of the armies to determine the rules of engagement before the battle commenced."I see your soldiers don't match up to even a fraction of mine," Jarasandha said, laughing, feeling like victory was already in his hands. "We will use all our soldiers and strength in this battle.""I agree," Karna said without hesitation, his face serious. "Tomorrow morning, we will commence the battle after each army sounds the gongs five times."King Jarasandha was surprised by Karna's agreement. He thought the King of Anga should be starting to feel fear and fleeing. "Aren't you afraid? Are you hiding more of your troops? That's against the rules."Karna smil
One morning, a messenger warrior from the Kingdom of Kalinga arrived. The warrior delivered a message that their king, Chitrangada, would soon hold a competition for his daughter's marriage. Therefore, the Kingdom of Kalinga invited all kings and princes to participate in the contest.Karna glanced at the letter without interest. He had no intention of participating in the competition. There was much more to be done to improve the welfare of his people than to compete for a prince's daughter. However, two weeks later, a messenger from the Kingdom of Kuru arrived with a message from Duryodhana.The message was brief, "Friend, let us meet at the competition in the Kingdom of Kalinga to participate in winning the daughter of King Chitrangada. I will wait for you there."A slightly offended smile appeared on Karna's lips. He felt happy and quickly set off for the kingdom of Kalinga, with its capital Rajapura. He would not say 'no' to a friend.On the day of the competition, Rajapura was f