- Your clan pride destroyed my dreams of Aryavarta's redemption

- The head of a Mahamaya who is sucking the leaven of Aryavarta will be filled tomorrow by the hand of my relative. In the delusion of victory and defeat, there will be things not to be done tomorrow!

- sahma shahar, har gaon, har aadmi yahan,

Har mushkilon ka jal bichhaya hai aapne.

A laborer gets bread, cloth gets aur makan,

It is in vain that you have told me.

'O venerable deity of Aryavarta! Lord of light! Accept my light and light arghya this evening. Today, at this moment, O God, I invite a terrible revolution. I note the destruction, behind which beautiful creation is hidden, because...'

The last glimmers of dusk were drifting over the pale Ganges. The light rustle of the vadavangla's wings was heard in the air. Savitanarayana, who had been quenched by the heat all day, was hiding behind the distant hills.

At the time of arrival, a warrior was paying homage to the Sun God by shooting Sarita with an arrow. There were many small and big wounds on his huge body. The shadows of ages were scattered in his large eyes. A long and upturned forehead showed his ambition. He was standing on his knees. Taking water in his palm he used to say:

'Lord Suryadev! The Kurukshetra massacre of the sixteenth day will descend under my dominion tomorrow. A mahamaya's head, sucking the leaven of Aryavarta, will be filled tomorrow by the hand of my relative. In the illusion of victory and defeat, there will be things not to be done tomorrow!'

The warrior stopped for a while. He was looking at Suryadev while taking his last farewell on the Astachala, and said, 'O Kaaldev! You know everything. What will happen tomorrow, you will know today, but I don't want to know that. Tomorrow is the fun of being forever invisible to humans. Whether it is my personal victory or defeat - but in both lies the destruction of Aryavarta; Because the poison of clan and caste has entered the foundation of Rajsatta. Luxury and luxury are everywhere.'

The corners of the warrior's eyes turned red. 'God! Today is the last evening of life, because if I win, the victory will be nothing; So in this last moment of life and death - I tell you the truth. I Karna, born as a symbol of Bhedabharam, the murderous end of kings, I Karna, destined to die, was sheltered by a charioteer, called Sarathiputra. Believe that affection is the birthright of a child. That my right was snatched at birth!'

Karna stood. Became thoughtful. It was as if the old world was reviving. After a while he said: 'I was born and I saw that all the sciences, all the arts, all the comforts of life were overshadowed by royal splendor. The Gurus became Rajyashrais and the ascetics became Rajsevis.'

Sun god was sinking in the horizon. Karna today seemed to have stripped himself of the life of the world: 'Truth had become corrupted from gold and knowledge from royal abode. For the sake of learning, I went with my mother to work in the royal clan, sat at the shoes of proud princes, listened to the Guru's lessons and I was educated. The great archer Bhilkumar Ekalavya was crippled by Guru Drona by asking for his thumb in Gurudakshina because the Vidya Rajkula would not go out - or the heroes of the princes would be defeated in the competition -. Giving a whole body was more accessible than giving a toe to a predatory lizard. This was his passion, but wow! He revealed the superiority of the so-called low clans and the baseness of the so-called high clans. Without thinking gave the thumbs up. A Bhil child won - Vidyaguru Drona appeared faintly. Ray Rajseva, your degradation! Ray Guru, your spirit!'

The golden rays of the evening cast a golden hue on Karna's bright mouth. Karna smiled slightly and continued. Today he had to empty his heart, not if he got the chance to say anything tomorrow or not!

'When they came to know that Karna had also crossed Vidya, they came to manipulate me, but I burnt them in their house. When the Pandavas got angry, they befriended the Kauravas. The Kauravas befriended the Pandavas when they attacked me. I found the knowledge of today's diplomats to take a fork in the throat.'

'What kind of friend or what kind of brother in royal families! Here, not the mother's son and not the father's son! Relatives of self-interest - I have no friend or enemy! However, O Surajdev! Everyone has to account for their own sins. Understand that the hour has come even for me!'

'I also resorted to sin to eradicate sin. He learned his invincible knowledge from Lord Parashuram, but how? Disguising himself as a Brahmin. That Mahamuni also hates the Brahmin-Kshatriyas show that Kshatriyas are not allowed! He says, that I have a revenge against the Kshatriyas! Generosity, forgiveness, love are like ornaments. Like an elephant, the teeth for showing and chewing are different.'

'Are not Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, Shudras, all children of the same divine father? So divided between human beings? Not a single opportunity for one to rise—birth for one is the cause of unimpeded elevation! Purushartha has no access to the poor! No room for competence! Countless humans dance me-come on the strings of a handful of humans!'

'In the end of kings, many children like me would have been killed. Sara barely lived. A sentimental woman played the shallow religion of a mother. My thought was, that I will destroy this sin, but after much effort, I admit today, that this sin cannot be destroyed lightly; The force of these swords has been put in the bank!'

'God! Don't lie! I created Aryavarta's dream of redemption. The decay of this royal family, the injustice of the state system, the destruction of this nation, this sale of knowledge, this unbridled love of dyut, mrigaya and sura, this monopoly of prowess, this right of merit, this terrible revenge of the Kshatriya-Brahmin - I have composed a life-mantra to wipe out everything; But alas, Rahu of Kulabhiman destroyed my dream.'

In the distant horizon, Savitanarayan had descended halfway down. Darkness was entering the waters of the Yamuna. A single tear fell from Yauddha Karna's long-rimmed eyes.

'Krishna the daughter of King Drupada could have been Aryavarta's consort - such a fiery womanly figure. O lord of nature! In her eyes, the lust of a man shone brightly, in her voice there was a hint of empire, on her forehead there was an invincible bow. It was the superpower that could keep the souls impure. It was my desire to show valor to that princess who was determined to marry a hero, and if that power was mixed with my power, I even hoped that I would turn the history of the world upside down, but O Kulabhiman!' Karna stopped speaking. Dark waves appeared on his forehead.

'Re clan pride! You filled the garden of my hope. Mahamana that princess's mind became weak at the last moment. At the time of Swayamvar, that princess refused to marry me. He wants a high clan, he wants a noble lineage. Do not be charmed by prowess, prowess and beauty. A pepper on the palate of the high nobility. I said my life message: 'Kumari, birth is subject to God, only his manhood is subject to man. Take the manhood test! Look who climbs!' But the vested interests and the concepts of empty bigness made his intelligence dizzy and as a result, what happened to the superpower today? Falling into the entanglement of five husbands, she also lost the normal happiness of womanhood.'

Karna swung as if to lift the darkness. Two statues appeared on the sky.

'This Drona and this Bhishma! What if you had taught me with the intention of giving education to princes? But sold to Saraswati Lakshmi there! Drona's Brahmadarshitta became the slave of the royal family. As a result, I had to learn from Mahaparashu to overcome the deception. Bhishma! Mahatyagi, Mahabali Bhishma! But Ray! Am I forgetting? No matter how great a man is, he is only a product of his time. Indeed, Sun God!'

(Sequentially:)

anecdotal

Crushing unemployment and extreme helplessness!

Maganlal was visiting the villages of Uttar Pradesh. While passing through the market, he saw a crowd of people at the confectionery shop.

That confectioner used to give saffron Milk. Maganlal also felt like drinking milk. He saw that the confectioner was pouring a long edge of milk from one glass to another glass.

Maganlal stood for a while and thought how much milk to drink? When it was his turn, the confectioner asked, 'Srimanji, how much milk should I give you?'

Maganlal replied, 'Two feet!'

We remembered this because instead of measuring milk, the measurement of milk edge is seen in Gujarat. The incident of paper bursting has not only worried the examinees, but every single person of the entire state. Fourteen such incidents have occurred in Gujarat in the last nine years, which is as shocking as it is shocking.

As many as nine lakh and fifty three thousand students were to give the exam for one thousand one hundred and eighty one places, this matter is becoming a mirror of the current situation along with the unemployment of the youth.

Now that the government has again talked about re-examination in a hundred days, let's hope that instead of looking at the edge of the milk, it will look at the true measure of milk and remove this contamination by taking strict action against the corrupt. Lakhs of helpless students looking for jobs should not be victims of such conspiracies again!