dronaGiri

eye wonders

stunned..

at the

sight

before us..

thakshaka..

remains

still

quiet..

as the scene

plays out

before

dear eye..

what to

do..?

eye wonders..

what really

is happening

here

..?

eye looks

upon

the other..

the one

called

arjuna..

but arjuna

lies

unperturbed..

eye strains

ears hear

it whisper..

oh dear..

dear brother..

are you hurt..

..

..

but arjuna

is addressing

the white

one..

Gu..ru..var..

ears hear

arjuna’s

quiet

stammer..

last..

i remember..

there was

..

in one

quiet corner

..

a mound

of mud..

..

all i need

Guru..

..

is to be

taken

to You

the white

one..

stands

staring

at

the student..

eyes cant

make out

the look..

then..

slowly..

gently..

the white robe

supports

the wounded

one..

in the arms..

and

deposits the form

at the feet

of

the great One

the white one

stares..

as the

blind student

seems to nod

at

the mud

idol..

seemingly reacting..

to

each passing

moment

of plain

silence..

with each nod

the student

seems

to crawl

a bit

closer..

to the

dear mound..

to the

quiet mound…

of

mud..

..

as

eye sees

the white one

stands rooted..

to the spot..

and then

turns

the look

at the

little one..

child..

ears hear

the white one

speak..

child..

what

do they

call you?

and..

What?

your

Guru?

eye sees

the little one

stumble

suddenly..

in response..

perplexed..

confused

for the first

time..

eye sees..

the little one

struggle

to respond..

trying..

to answer

..

the question

that

has none

ears hear..

the voice..

speak..

coming

to the rescue

of the dumb

..

the voice

that is blind

to

its owner..

the voice

beyond

poor eye's

control..

it echoes..

in the woods..

before

eye can

will it

to stop..

..

..

..

prnaam

great one..

drona..

o greatest

of

the

twice born..

the answer

to

the question

is

ekalavyah..

and

kevala yah

ears hear

in wonder

the

loving

sentence..

the warm

voice..

eye tries

to make

some sense..

of..

these..

all these

things..

unknown

to

it..

..

..

..

uncertain..

eye turns

to look

upon

the voice’s

aim..

..

the robe

now..

appears

to be

looking around

searching..

for something..

now..

the robe

is pointing

at itself..

at

the look alike..

moaning..

Where..

oh where

is the fence?

What

is the

difference..

?

between

That

and

me

??

Silence..