The sun was rising over the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange. The air was warm and humid, carrying the aroma of spices and flowers from the nearby market. In a modest hut near the outskirts of Hastinapur, a young man was sitting on a wooden stool, his eyes fixed on a bow and arrow in his hands. He was Karn, the son of Radha and Adhiratha, a charioteer couple who had adopted him when he was a baby. He had a fair complexion, curly black hair, and sharp features. His eyes were bright and determined, reflecting his passion for archery and warfare.

He had just returned from his daily practice session with his younger brother Amrit.

Karn looked up and saw his mother humming happily while preparing breakfast. She was a beautiful woman, with long dark hair and gentle eyes. She wore a simple red sari and a lot of gold jewelry, gifts from her husband who loved her dearly. She smiled at Karn and caressed his hair.

Radha :- You're back son, good now go and wake up those two lazy birds, they will sleep late and then create ruckus when I want rest.

She was referring to Karna's younger siblings, Shon and Shivangi, who were twins. They were two years old, but they were very active and curious. They loved to explore the house and play with everything they could find. They also adored Karn and followed him everywhere.

Suddenly, the twins came running from behind and jumped into Radha's lap. They giggled and hugged her, making her laugh. Karn shook his head and went to sit beside her. He loved his family, but he felt restless and unsatisfied. He wanted more from life than being a charioteer's son.

Karn :- Well, I don't think that's needed, they're just two years of age but see, they reach every corner of house, all the time I need to make sure that gates are closed.

Radha patted their heads lovingly. She knew that Karn was different from his siblings. He had a fire in his soul, a spark of divinity that she could not explain. She had found him in a basket, floating in the river, with a golden armor and earrings. She had taken him as a blessing from the gods, and raised him as her own. But she also feared for him, for his dreams and ambitions.

Karn :- Where's father ?

Radha :- He will be here by the time, but where is Amrit, I haven't seen him yet.

Karn :- Must be with his friends, never stays with me after practice.

Radha :- And why don't you go and play with your friends.

Karn :- Don't have many or specifically, I don't want any.

Radha took a deep breath and eyed her son with a concerned face. She knew that Karn had trouble making friends, they did not let him join their games or activities, and they challenged him to duels that he always won. Karn was proud and stubborn, and he did not back down from a fight.

Radha :- You know son we are not made....

Karn :- Please maa, can't you just let it be as it is, I don't want another argument regarding the topic.

Radha sighed. She had tried many times to convince Karn to accept his fate, to be content with what he had, to follow the rules of the society. But he always refused, saying that he wanted to be more than a charioteer, that he wanted to be a warrior, a maharathi, commanding the army. He had a passion for archery. He had also heard about the chariot race competition that was scheduled to be organized in Hastinapur, with the chief guest being Bhism, the grand sire of the Kuru clan. His father had managed to convince him to participate, hoping to impress Bhism and get his recognition.

Radha :- But son, you should think of the society, it strictly against our norms.

Karn :- What to think of the society, today they might oppose me but when I will become a warrior one day, they will be the ones who will bow in front of me. Let them think whatever they want, but I just don't want to be only a charioteer, I want to be a maharathi, commanding the army.

Radha sighed again, this time like a gust of wind that blew away her hopes. She knew that her son was too determined to budge. He had a destiny that was beyond her control, a destiny that would make him a hero or a villain, a friend or a foe, a king or a beggar. She could only pray for his happiness and safety, and hope that the gods would be kind to him.



After having breakfast, Adhirath took him to the venue.



Arriving at the competition venue, Adhirath and Karn made their way through the bustling crowd of participants and onlookers to locate their assigned chariot. The sun cast a golden hue over the ground, and an air of anticipation and excitement filled the atmosphere as the competitors prepared for the much-awaited event. The steeds snorted impatiently as they were secured to the elegant chariots, their sleek coats gleaming in the morning light. Adhirath, a seasoned charioteer himself and a man of wisdom, placed his reassuring hand on his son's shoulder, sensing the nervous energy that radiated from Karn, who appeared both determined and slightly tense.

Adhirath, with a gentle yet firm tone, offered a word of caution to his son.

Adhirath :- Son, be careful!

He began, looking deep into Karn's eyes with paternal concern.

Adhirath :- Mahamahim Bhism is the chief guest today. His presence commands respect and an unyielding sense of discipline. Try not to do anything that might bring you into his bad looks.

He advised, knowing how easily one could fall out of favor with such a figure of authority.

Karn, though he respected his father immensely, felt a tinge of frustration at the constant reminders of behaving in accordance with the expectations of the aristocracy.

Karn :- I know that, Father.

He replied, his voice a mix of exasperation and understanding.

Karn :- It's the only thing I've ever heard—everywhere I go, every step I take. Can't you just for once ease up a bit? We too are humans like others.

He added with a sigh, expressing the burden of judgment he felt from those around him.

Despite the momentary tension, Karn reverently touched his father's feet, seeking his blessing before the competition began. Adhirath, proud of his son's prowess and potential, whispered a silent prayer for his son's success, watching him walk confidently towards his designated spot. As Karn moved away, Adhirath couldn't help but feel a swell of pride mixed with concern, hoping his son would find the recognition he deserved amid the harsh scrutiny of the noble spectators.

One by one, the Princes approached the lineup of magnificent chariots, each selecting their steed with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The air was thick with anticipation and the clamor of horses' hooves on the cobblestones echoed in the background. Among them, a particularly nervous-looking prince hesitated slightly before stepping forward. His eyes darted around the gathering, and he wiped his sweaty palms on his richly embroidered tunic as he approached Karn.

Karn, seeing the young prince's apprehension, gave him a reassuring smile.

Karn :- I am Radhey. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, Prince ?

The young prince hesitated for a heartbeat before responding, his voice barely above a whisper.

Prince :- My name is Pradeep.

Karn studied Pradeep for a moment, noting the tension in his stance and the hint of fear in his eyes.

Karn :- Why so nervous ?

He inquired gently, seeking to ease the young man's anxiety. Pradeep cast his gaze downward, a flush rising to his cheeks.

Pradeep :- I don't know archery.

He confessed, his voice tinged with frustration and embarrassment.

Pradeep I am... forced to participate by my father. And he wants me to win at all costs.

Karn considered this predicament thoughtfully, rubbing his chin as he did.

Karn :- Hmmmm.....

After a thoughtful pause, Karn looked directly at Pradeep, his expression transforming into a smile of determination and encouragement.

Karn :- Don't worry, Prince Pradeep. I will make you the winner. You just need to do one thing—listen to what I say.

Pradeep, though still visibly uneasy, nodded slowly, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes.

Pradeep :- Okay... What will you do ?

He asked hesitantly, his curiosity piqued despite his nerves. Karn leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret.

Karn :- Just do what I say, and you'll see.

The confidence in Karn's voice was contagious, and Pradeep felt a weight lifting off his shoulders as he prepared to follow the charioteer's guidance with newfound resolve.

When all the participants were finally ready, the powerful blast of the conch shell echoed through the arena, signaling the commencement of the grand race. The air was thick with anticipation, as spectators lined the track, eager to witness the prowess of the young warriors.

As the race began, it quickly became apparent that the other boys were simply no match for the astounding skills of Karn. With a grace and dexterity that left onlookers in awe, he maneuvered his chariot with an unmatched finesse, leaving the competition behind in a cloud of dust. As he skillfully guided his chariot past the others, steadily pulling ahead, his actions caught the watchful eye of Bhism, who was seated among the spectators. Bhism was astonished as he observed Karn command the chariot with such extraordinary aptitude, his eyes following Karn’s every move with a mix of admiration and curiosity.

It was then that an unusual glimmer caught Bhism's eye—he noticed the radiant, golden kundals adorning Karn's ears. His heart skipped a beat as his eyes widened in shock. The kundals matched the description vividly etched in his memory, a description provided long ago by Kunti. Bhism's thoughts raced as he struggled to reconcile the vision before him with the tales of the past.

As Karn's chariot pulled far ahead of the others, establishing a commanding lead, fate intervened. The wheel of his chariot suddenly sank deep into the mud, and with an ominous snap, the leather strap that bound the chariot to the charging horses tore apart.

Unfazed, Karn sprang into action, swiftly leaping from his chariot with a determination that spoke volumes of his character. He grasped the sunken wheel with both hands, muscles straining with exertion as his every sinew stood out prominently against his skin, emphasizing his raw strength. Just as he seemed poised to lift the wheel with sheer force, the unthinkable happened—a rival Prince seized the opportunity, loosing arrows aimed to injure.

But as the arrows struck Karn, a miraculous event ensued; his divine armour, a gift of providence, materialized before the spectators’ eyes, protecting him from harm and drawing gasps from the crowd. Bhism, witnessing the divine intervention, found himself even more astounded, his mind a whirlwind of questions and revelations.

Overwhelmed with curiosity, Bhism leaned towards Adhirath, his voice tinged with urgency and intrigue.

Bhism :- Adhirath, who is that boy ?

He inquired, unable to tear his gaze away from Karn, who was once again attempting to free the wheel.

Adhirath, with a sense of pride swelling in his voice, replied,

Adhirath :- Mahamahim, he is my eldest son, Vasusen.

The truth resonated with an unexpected familiarity, connecting the strands of destiny in a way that left Bhism contemplating the larger design at play.

Bhism nodded thoughtfully, his eyes sweeping over the scene before him as though seeing through time, contemplating the gravity of the competition unfolding. He could sense the tension in the air, the anticipation that hung heavy like a storm on the horizon.

Karn, with muscles taut and resolve unyielding, hoisted the chariot wheel from the ground with a Herculean effort. His face was set in fierce determination as he adjusted the lash with swift, practiced hands. Climbing back into the chariot, he gripped the reins with a firm, experienced hold, urging his horses onward into a gallop, the chariot racing across the field with breathtaking speed.

At the final stretch, the task was clear: The Princes needed to cut the flag positioned in the center and carry it triumphantly to the designated finish point. As chariot after chariot came skidding to a halt in front of the flag, the respective Princes deftly raised their bows, arrows poised to accomplish the task.

Karn, however, had a different plan.

Karn :- Prince!

He shouted over the thunderous roar of the advancing wheels and galloping hooves, leaning slightly towards Pradeep,

Karn :- Give me your bow. I must complete this task before the others can.

Pradeep, watching the chaotic scene unfold around him with wide eyes, hesitated for a brief moment, his voice a mixture of surprise and concern.

Pradeep :- But you are driving the chariot right now.

He objected, acknowledging the risk involved.

Karn :- Just do what I say.

He insisted, his voice commanding and assured, leaving no room for refusal. With grim determination, Pradeep handed over the bow. In one fluid motion, Karn fastened the whip to the bow's handle. The chariot didn't falter, its course steady and true even as Karn balanced the reins, focusing his mind and sight.

While the chariot charged onward, Karn drew the string back, his muscles flexing with control and precision. He aimed deftly, calculating the trajectory amidst the rush of wind and the collective tension of the Princes behind him. One by one, he deflected the other arrows with uncanny accuracy, each deflection a testament to his skill and prowess.

Finally, his aim true, Karn released the final arrow. It sliced through the air like a swift bird, cutting through the flag in a clean stroke. As the flag fell, fluttering slightly before being caught up by the rushing wind, a triumphant cheer erupted, marking the completion of the task with elegance and masterful execution.



Everyone was utterly astonished to witness Karn's unparalleled skills; his chariot moved with such extraordinary speed, gliding effortlessly past the other competitors. Spectators held their breath as they watched him skillfully maneuver through obstacles, maintaining his lead with unwavering precision. With an awe-inspiring display of dexterity and timing, Karn leapt from his chariot, plucking the flag from mid-air just as he crossed the finish line, claiming victory in the most spectacular fashion.

A smile of pride and affirmation appeared on Bhism's face as he observed Karn's masterful archery. In that moment, any lingering doubts were dispelled; Bhism’s heart swelled with the certainty that Karn, with his remarkable prowess and regal demeanor, was indeed the son of Pandu and Kunti. Despite the grandeur of Karn's achievement, a wave of resentment and disbelief swept through the assembly of princes who had eagerly watched the contest unfold.

One of the disgruntled princes exclaimed with indignation,

Prince :- How can a suta-putra dare to raise a bow ? It is a blatant violation of our sacred rules!

Another prince quickly chimed in, fueled by irritation and envy,

Prince :- Yes, this insolence cannot go unpunished. He must face the consequences for such audacity!

Amidst the rising murmur of discontent, their mentor, wise and authoritative, stepped in to restore order.

Mentor :- Silence, all of you!

He commanded, his voice cutting through the clamor.

Mentor :- Mahamahim Bhism is in our presence today. Whatever decisions are to be made regarding this matter, it is he alone who will decree them. We must respect his judgment and wisdom above all else.

With tension hanging thick in the air, all eyes turned towards Bhishma, the revered elder whose judgment was sought in this unfolding drama, awaiting to see how he would resolve this unexpected turn of events.

After this, Bhism gracefully rose from his seat, exuding an air of authority and command that silenced the crowd instantly. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and all eyes were fixed on him as he prepared to speak. His voice, deep and resonant, carried across the audience like a well-honed blade.

Bhism :- As you all know, we are gathered here not just for sheer entertainment but to observe and evaluate the diverse skills of our esteemed participants. That is precisely why we held a chariot race today, rather than a contest of archery alone. So, for those questioning our choice and grumbling amongst yourselves, I invite you to hold your tongues and reflect on the event's intent. It is with great pleasure that I announce Vasusen as the triumphant winner of this exhilarating chariot race. Make your way to the stage, Vasusen, and claim the prize that is so rightfully yours.

In the midst of the crowd, Karn's face broke into a jubilant smile upon hearing his name echo through the gathering. His heart swelled with pride and happiness, a validation of his skills and efforts. Meanwhile, Adhirath, Karn's father, found himself bewildered. He couldn't fully grasp why Mahamahim, a staunch proponent of the caste system, appeared unfazed by the fact that his son had demonstrated such proficiency in the domain of archery.

As Karn ascended the stairs to the stage, each step was buoyed by the admiration and applause of those around him. He carried himself with dignity, and upon reaching the stage, the glow of achievement could be clearly seen radiating from his face. His posture was confident, and an unmistakable shine marked his every movement.

Bhism :- Congratulations, my dear son. You have performed exceptionally well today, a true testament to your talent and dedication.

Karn, humbled and grateful, responded with heartfelt sincerity.

Karn :- Thank you, Mahamahim. However, the real credit belongs to my father, who imparted to me the invaluable skill of chariot driving.

His words were wrapped in genuine respect and love, casting a warm light on the bond he shared with his father. Bhism, touched by Karn's humility and acknowledgement, reached out to gently ruffle the young man's hair, a gesture filled with paternal affection and pride.

Bhism :- Ah, but I was referring to your remarkable prowess in archery, dear son. Who is the master that instructed you in such an artful way ?

The question hung in the air, a harbinger of more revelations, as the crowd awaited Karn's response with bated breath.



Karn stood there with a smug expression, the faintest of smirks dancing on his lips as he relished in the fruits of his hard work.

Karn :- I practiced it all by myself.

He declared with a hint of pride and defiance in his voice,

Karn :- No one had taught me.

His words hung in the air, a testament to his dedication and self-reliance. Bhism watched the young archer with a mixture of admiration and pride. There was a glimmer in his eyes that spoke volumes about his feelings; he was deeply impressed. It was as if he was staring at destiny in its rawest form. The boy had the makings of an expert archer, one whose skills could rival the legends of old. With a firm nod of approval, Bhism silently acknowledged Karn's formidable potential and the remarkable feat he had achieved on his own.

As Karn turned away, he made his way back to his friend Pradeep, who stood waiting with eager anticipation. The trophy, a symbol of victory and skill, gleamed under the sunlight as Karn handed it over to Pradeep. Confusion flickered across Pradeep's features as he accepted the trophy, his brow furrowed slightly.

Pradeep :- Why are you giving it to me?

He asked, genuine confusion in his voice. Karn shrugged casually, his eyes thoughtful.

Karn :- I too didn't want to participate, but my father forced me to.

His words carried a deeper meaning, a lesson that echoed his belief in hard work and perseverance.

Karn :- Talent isn't a miracle that comes by birth.

He continued, his voice steady and wise beyond his years,

Karn :- It is an art that needs to be practiced.

It was a philosophy he lived by, one that had guided him through countless hours of practice and determination.

With a respectful nod towards the Prince, Karn offered his goodbyes, his demeanor courteous yet resolute. As he walked away, the sun casting a golden hue over his retreating figure, Pradeep stood rooted to his spot. He watched Karn leave, a blend of awe and inspiration swirling within him. Karn's words and actions left an indelible mark, a reminder of the power of self-initiative and the relentless pursuit of mastery.



Bhism immediately set out to inform Pandu and Kunti of the developments, determined to ensure they were aware of the unfolding events that could potentially alter the course of their family's journey.

Meanwhile, in a humble abode, Karn and Adhirath returned home, a sense of unease lingering in the air. The atmosphere was tense, as an argument erupted between father and son. This was not the first time they had clashed over Karn's aspirations, but this time felt different; the stakes seemed higher, the urgency more pressing.

Voices raised and fell as they volleyed their perspectives back and forth. Adhirath, concerned for his son's future, questioned the feasibility of his dreams, while Karn bravely defended his vision of becoming a warrior, a path he felt destined to take. Their heated exchange continued, with emotion and frustration building with each word, until finally, Karn spoke with a heartfelt plea. He implored his father and mother for just one opportunity, one chance to prove himself and seek out a teacher who would recognize his potential and train him as a warrior.

In that poignant moment, Karn made a solemn promise to his parents: should he fail in this quest to find a mentor, he vowed to live his life however they wished—be it toiling faithfully by their side or serving humbly, even if that meant living the life of a mere servant. His sincerity and passion cut through the tension in the room like a knife, revealing the depth of his determination.

Radha, deeply moved by her son's resolve, found herself overcome with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes and silently traced paths down her cheeks as she prepared to say goodbye. Her heart ached with both pride and sorrow as she embraced Karn tightly, whispering words of love and encouragement, wishing desperately for his success and safety.



As he departed, leaving behind the warm embrace of his family, their tears weighed heavy on his heart. Karn knew full well the pain he was causing them by following this uncertain path, but he also understood that this was a necessary step. This journey was his only chance to fulfill his dreams, to honor his potential, and to perhaps, one day, return to them as the warrior he was meant to be. Though his footsteps echoed with the bittersweetness of leaving, they also carried the promise of adventure and the hope of self-discovery, driving him forward into the unknown.

Meanwhile, Bhism made his way through the dense, shadowy forest and finally arrived at the secluded retreat where Pandu resided with his family. With a sense of urgency, he recounted the astonishing events that had transpired in Hastinapur, ensuring to leave no detail unspoken. Pandu and his family listened intently, their expressions shifting from worry to joy as they realized the significance of Bhism’s discovery. The news that brought delight to everyone’s hearts was interrupted by a collective eagerness to welcome Karn back to his rightful place, urging Bhism to waste no time in bringing the eldest heir to the throne back home.

Feeling a wave of contentment wash over him at the thought of reuniting the family and securing the lineage, Bhism set out promptly, his steps lively with hope. However, as he made his way back with expectations soaring, his joy was short-lived. Upon reaching Hastinapur, he encountered Adhirath, who bore grave news that sent a shiver down Bhism’s spine: Karn had left home, embarking on a personal quest to find a teacher who would impart the secrets of warfare unto him. Concerned and determined not to lose the young prince, Bhism immediately called upon his network of spies, dispatching them in every direction across the land. Days turned into weeks, yet each spy returned, hands empty and faces mirroring disappointment, unable to uncover Karn's whereabouts.

Unbeknownst to Bhism and the spies, Karn had stealthily left the bustling city of Hastinapur under the cover of night and begun his solitary journey. With fierce determination and a fiery desire to learn and better himself, he roamed tirelessly from village to village, knocking on doors of humble abodes. His journey led him to serene ashrams nestled within remote areas and majestic kingdoms sprawled across diverse lands. Yet, despite his persistence, he faced rejection after rejection. Time and again, mentors dismissed him, unwilling to accept him as a student due to reasons that remained elusive to him. Despite the setbacks, Karn’s resolve did not waver, and he continued his search, driven by an unyielding spirit and an unwavering belief in his destiny to master the art of warfare.

Two years had slipped away in a restless journey for Karn, as he wandered from village to village, crossing expansive fields and dense forests, moving from one settlement to another and hoping with every step to find a mentor who would see beyond the constraints of his birth and lineage. His purpose was clear and unwavering—to learn the art of warfare and to become the most skilled warrior of his time. Yet, despite his fervent determination, he found himself continually facing closed doors and turned backs, all echoing the same refrain. No esteemed teacher would take him under their tutelage, fearful or scornful of his status and mindful of societal conventions. The silent refusal of each sage and master he encountered weighed heavily on his heart, sowing seeds of doubt. Day after day, his spirits sagged a bit more as the reality of his solitude made itself known.

Then, one afternoon, beneath the wide, sheltering canopy of a sprawling tree, Karn rested. The sun cast playful shadows through the leaves, creating intricate patterns on the ground. As he lay there, pondering his next steps, a group of wanderers passed by, their voices mingling with the gentle rustle of the breeze. It was from them he learned of Lord Parshuram, a legendary teacher of martial arts, renowned for his prowess and abilities. Yet, the wanderers’ tale carried a caveat—Parshuram was known to accept only Brahmins as his disciples.

Determined not to let yet another obstacle deter him, Karn devised a plan. He sought out an ashram where Brahmins gathered to study the sacred texts and teachings. There, amidst chants and the subtle fragrance of incense, he dedicated himself to mastering the Vedic scriptures and shastras, immersing himself in their wisdom and traditions. With each verse he learned, Karn felt himself evolving, both spiritually and intellectually, drawing closer to the means that might lead him to his goal.

With newfound knowledge as his companion, Karn embarked on a formidable journey towards the Mahendra Giri mountains, a place wrapped in mystery and extremity, where it was said that Parshuram resided. His path was fraught with challenges—rugged terrain, unpredictable weather, and the inherent dangers of traversing such remote landscapes. Yet, Karn's resolve remained unshaken. Each obstacle seemed only to fortify his resolve, driving him to push onward.

Finally, wearied but undeterred, Karn reached the revered mountains. As he roamed the area, his eyes scanning the horizon and his heart filled with anticipation and hope, he happened upon a solitary figure. The man was meditating, his posture a picture of stillness and serenity, surrounded by a mystical aura of light blue luminescence that seemed to pulse with divinity. The air around him was thick with a sense of calm and profound energy. In that moment, Karn knew he had found not just any Brahmin, but the revered Lord Parshuram himself—the sixth avatar of Lord Vishnu. In awe of the divine presence before him, Karn knew he was at the cusp of a new beginning, one he hoped would finally lead him towards his dreams of mastery in the warrior’s path.



Karn approached Lord Parshuram with reverence, bowing deeply as he said,

Karn :- Pranam, Bhagwan Parshuram.

Parshuram, the legendary warrior sage known for his intense austerities and unmatched prowess, slowly opened his eyes, initially closed in meditation. Before him stood a young boy, his attire simple yet dignified, clad in a white angvastra and dhoti. In his hands, he held a bow, a symbol of his aspirations and the path he wished to follow.

Parshuram regarded the boy with curiosity and asked,

Parshuram :- What brings you here, my son?

With a determined voice, Karn replied,

Karn :-I have journeyed here to become your student, Gurudev. I seek your guidance and wisdom.

Parshuram's expression turned serious as he spoke,

Parshuram :- Are you aware that I only impart knowledge to Brahmins? The teachings I offer are reserved for those born into the Brahmin caste.

Without flinching, Karn confidently declared,

Karn :- I am a Brahmin, Gurudev.

Yet, within his heart, Karn felt a pang of guilt. He knew these words were a falsehood, and lying was a transgression against the very values he held dear. Still, a deeper voice within him—a voice fueled by desperation and ambition—reassured him that he had no other path to take. He longed for the unparalleled skill and wisdom that only Parshuram could provide, and the thought of being turned away due to his caste was unbearable.

For a fleeting moment, anxiety gripped Karn. What if Lord Parshuram, with his divine insight, discerned the truth of his origins? What if he rejected him before he even had a chance to prove himself worthy?

However, as these doubts gnawed at him, Karn's fears were eased when he noticed a softening in Parshuram's stern visage. A gentle, knowing smile began to form on the sage’s lips, suggesting an acceptance that Karn did not expect yet fervently hoped for. It was a smile that seemed to say,

Parshuram :- I see potential in you, beyond the barriers of caste and class.

Encouraged by this unspoken endorsement, Karn's resolve strengthened. He vowed silently to honor the chance he had been given, to prove himself worthy of Parshuram's tutelage in spirit, if not by birth.



Lord Parshuram sat under the shade of a large, ancient tree, observing the young man before him with piercing eyes. With a gentle, commanding gesture, he beckoned him closer, and Karn, filled with a mix of reverence and anticipation, stepped forward to touch the revered teacher's feet as a sign of deep respect and submission.

Parshuram, keen to learn more about the young man and his potential, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, offering a momentary smile that softened his otherwise stern demeanor.

Parshuram :- What is your name, son?

He inquired, his voice resonating with authority yet tinged with kindness. Karn, feeling the weight of the moment and recognizing the significance of the encounter, responded with confidence,

Karn :- Vasusen.

Parshuram nodded thoughtfully, contemplating the path that lay ahead.

Parshuram :- Vasusen, you seek to learn and acquire knowledge beyond mere skill. However, before we proceed, you must undergo a test. The result of this test will determine your worthiness and readiness to embark on this sacred journey.

With these words, Parshuram led Karn through a winding path that cut through the lush greenery surrounding the ashram. The serene environment was filled with the sounds of nature, adding to the mystique of this spiritual sanctuary. As they approached the ashram, Karn took in his surroundings — a place of learning and devotion where knowledge was cherished and honed.

Upon their arrival, Parshuram introduced Karn to the ashram's inhabitants, each one a vessel of knowledge and skill.

Parshuram :- These are my esteemed assistants, Vasusen.

He announced, gesturing to the assembled group.

Parshuram :- They are also your gurus, and from them, you shall learn the disciplines that will shape your journey.

Among those gathered was a kindly woman named Purnima, whose gentle demeanor reminded Karn of his mother. Purnima, though modest, was highly knowledgeable and played a crucial role within the community.

Parshuram :- Purnima is the heart of this ashram. She will teach you the art of first aid and the recognition of herbs within a forest, skills that will serve you well not only in times of peace but also in adversity.

Karn felt a deep sense of gratitude and purpose as he was welcomed into this circle of teachers and seekers. With each introduction, his determination to prove himself worthy grew stronger. It was clear that he had entered a world steeped in tradition and wisdom, one where the teachings he would receive would shape his destiny in ways he could not yet comprehend.

Parshuram, with a calm yet authoritative voice, addressed his devoted disciple, Vasusen.

Parshuram :- Now, Vasusen, it is time for a test.

He declared, letting the weight of those words hang in the air briefly. The forest around them was alive with the whispers of leaves and the distant melody of a flowing stream. All of it seemed to hold its breath, waiting in anticipation.

To set the stage for the test, Parshuram invoked a bird perched lazily on the branch of a nearby tree. Its feathers glinted in the sunlight that filtered through the canopy, and its eyes flickered curiously toward them.

Pointing toward the bird, Parshuram instructed,

Parshuram :- There is a bird on that tree. Raise your bow and aim. Do not release your arrow until I give the command.

His voice was steady, his gaze unyielding. Karn, disciplined and meticulous, obediently complied. He raised his bow, his fingers brushing the bowstring as he focused his attention on the bird.

Parshuram's voice once more cut through the ambient forest sounds.

Parshuram :- What do you see?

He inquired, testing more than just Karna's physical aim; he sought the depth of his perception and concentration. Without hesitation, Karn replied,

Karn :- I see the eye of the bird everywhere

His voice resonating with certainty and focus. Parshuram's eyes narrowed slightly, a furrow forming on his brow as confusion flickered across his face.

Parshuram :- How?

He questioned, genuinely intrigued by the unusual response. Karn, his voice infused with the clarity of his vision, explained,

Karn :- I see the eye of the bird reflected in the water from that waterfall cascading nearby, in the gleaming surface of the kamandal in your hand, in the pool of water collected beside my right leg, and upon the glittering metal blades of the swords hanging nearby.

Parshuram listened, his astonishment building with each word. The depth of Karn's concentration and his ability to see beyond the obvious left him speechless. Here was a student whose perceptiveness surpassed ordinary sight, tapping into an awareness that was as extraordinary as it was profound.

With a gesture that was both subtle and definitive, Parshuram signaled Karn to release the arrow. In a seamless motion, Karn let the arrow fly, its trajectory true and swift. It soared through the air with unwavering precision before penetrating the target, striking both eyes of the bird with unerring accuracy.

The forest seemed to exhale as the test concluded, the whispers of leaves resuming, the distant stream continuing its melodic course. Parshuram looked at Karn with a mix of pride and acknowledgment, recognizing both the lesson and the learner who had masterfully embodied its essence.



The entire gathering was taken aback by Karn's unwavering focus and exceptional skill. His dedication and mastery of the craft were unparalleled, setting a new standard of excellence that no other student, until this moment, had been able to reach. The air buzzed with admiration and disbelief as whispers of awe spread through the onlookers.

Parshuram, could not help but smile with pride as he addressed his newest deciple.

Parshuram :- After the legendary Gangaputr Bhism, I never thought I would encounter yet another student of such remarkable potential and promise.

He remarked warmly. His voice carried a mixture of surprise and satisfaction, acknowledging the rarity of Karn's abilities.

Parshuram :- No guru has been fortunate enough to have a disciple like you, Vasusen.

He paused briefly, allowing his words to sink in, before continuing with enthusiasm.

Parshuram :- Your training will commence from tomorrow. Prepare yourself, for a journey of intense learning and unparalleled growth awaits you.

His approval was not easily earned, and his praise was a testament to the extraordinary capabilities he saw in Karn. With that, the anticipation for Karn's future achievements only grew stronger among those who witnessed this significant moment.





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