Curse of The West Wind
Ages after my last prayer to setting Sun, I am here to offer my greeting to him for the last time. The last sun before Kurukshetra war is setting along with the last bit of peace Aryavarta. Great warriors in both camps are preparing for biggest ritual of killing, civilians waiting for its end and history waiting for the its makers. But the truth remain constant, this war brings only defeat for both the camps. The only man wins here is me. Even before the war begins I hold the glory of victor, this war is my victory. No matter who becomes the king, success is only mine.
I lived every moment aiming this massacre of your people. Next sunrise will bring eternal nightmare of war to every soul living in this country. They will now live with the terror of human slaughter and bloodshed forever, just the way my people did. People of Kuru hear the cry of starving children, screech of vultures, deceased silence of my country. It is echoing in your land, I brought the curse of west for you. Once you destroyed my motherland, the war of Kuruksetra is my return gift to you.
You call me Gandhar Raj. The title sounds like king of corpse, mocking me every time I hear it from a Kuru royal. Kings are like Gods, they die when the followers die. The country lives in graveyard don't need a king. They want an avenger and I am the one for you.
Proud land of Kuru do you remember Gandhar, a beautiful landscape of living oasis within desert. It has little resources, lesser glory but undying peace. Nobody wants an infertile land of sand except its natives. They loved her, the poor beautiful mother who safeguarded and nourished her offspring in her barren womb. My people worked hard loved harder. Sometimes, storm of dust from far west clouded our sky but it would be cleared eventually. The sunrise in east returned the bright blue on our head. But, one day the dust started rising in the east. Sun didn't come out for days. Gandhar witnessed colossal army of east land for the first. An army, bigger than our total population, has come to take my sister away. My dearest sister Gandhari, the only precious possession Gandhar has, they want her for their blind prince. I asked, is there no beautiful woman in verse land of BharatBarsh to carry the legacy of Kuru progeny? They reminded me weak don't have the right to question, they only obey the powerful! My foolish proud county men didn't comprehend the truth. They are sincere hardworking folks, too honest to bear humiliation.
Gandhar didn't saw a war for ages. Nobody desire a land of desert, nobody attacks it. Now after infinite years people pull the weapons out of the layers of sands. My men were farmers not soldiers. They have strength of growing grains incising the earth but not a mind for killing people. They lost, they died. Gandhari was taken by the great grandsire of Kuru. They arrested my family, put us in the prison. Whole Hastinapoor saw us in chain but their amusement didn't bother me at all. It was stuck in Gandhar's last picture I carried in my mind. My abandoned wounded motherland is now moaning over the butchery of her sons helplessly witnessing the fist of scavengers over their body. Only newborns are left alive to die.
I kept myself alive to sacrifice Kuru blood to the starving Goddess awaking thirsty for ages soaked with own kids' blood. Tomorrow is her time, tomorrow the sacrifices start. Kuru warriors, brave and fool, hungry for each other's life, will cut each other's throat only to accomplish my burnt-offering to the sate less spirits of Gandhar. I didn't wait for this day, I craved path for it. They made my sister marry the unsighted Dhritarashtra and canceled his right over the throne making the blindness an excuse. Their first mistake, they augmented my anger and gave me one resentful mind to play my game. Their second mistake, they freed me. No one keep scheming mad man out of chain. My sister covered her eyes forever. The last thing she saw was the destruction of human lives, her children has to born with the horror of annihilation in their subconscious. I molded their tender heart with rage and pain for deception and non-attainment. Your funny society and social codes is delight to enemies. You can't respect human talent, search honor in birth right. Nature itself obliterates such civilization. I only fuel the fire to rise and inferno to devour the land of Kurus.
The night has fallen over you. Sun God must be bestowing his last rays on the horizon my country. In the mirror of my memory, I see my land sparkling like Gold. My lips are curving in a smile; a smile not a smirk. After ages, I am content. My work is done. The final dice has fallen, now the pawns will fall one after other. I don't desire to live anymore, don't want to see its end. In war winners may create legends but in the realm of dead, nobody is victor but mere survivors, burdened with guilt look for peace in imaginary heaven. I created the hell for enemies; seven heavens can't please me more. My only prayer to the lord of west wind, before death bestow me with the sight of necrophilia, the same necrophilia once I saw in Gandhar, let me view it in the heart of Bharatbarsh too.
See the darkness fall. The brooding darkness is prevailing in Gandhar, from now you will suffocate in same way. Standing here, I can foresee Kuru's fall. A state in East is restoring its power. Their dominance would be so great that mighty force will fear them*. Future will be its story, whole Aryavarta will surrender to it, Kuru is no exception. But, it doesn't satisfy me anymore. My quench for revenge has been aggravated. I will be back, ages after ages through the same path you have opened for west. After sun rises and sets for billion times the spirit of my land will be back to haunt you again and again, to break your peace, impede your growth, destroy your men. Pages after pages of your history will see bloodbath caused by my land of desert.** You evoked Shakuni's hatred now you never be able to forget me, the curse of west wind will be your destiny.
-The End-
*As per History Kuru was defeated by Magadh and it turned only a part of the most powerful state[Mahajanapad] of India then
**Indian History is full of these attacks .. anyone can turn the pages n check
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