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Download totally free pdf, the link is given below- Karna's pensugetheatcie.cf Karna's Wife: The Outcast's Queen tells the extraordinary story of Karna, the unsung hero of the Mahabharata, through the eyes of his wife Uruvi, brin. Editorial Reviews. About the Author. Kavita Kane graduated from Fergusson College, Pune in Karnas Wife: The Outcasts Queen tells the extraordinary story of Karna, the unsung hero of the Mahabharata, through the eyes of his wife Uruvi, .
Once again, he was turned down for being a sutaputra, and had it not been for Duryodhana who in an unexpected burst of generosity had gifted him the kingdom of Anga, he would not have been what he wasthe most formidable warrior in the country. Duryodhana had promoted the young sutaputra to royalty, transforming him from Radheya, the son of Radha, to Karna, the mighty warrior and the King of Anga.
Yet, pondered the princess, he was not allowed to bask in his well-earned glory. He was Karna, the King of Anga, the king with a crown of thorns, the king who was a sutaputra.
He was a king not by birth, nor by worth. He would always be the sutaputra, the eternal pariah. And yet, she, Uruvi, the pampered Princess of Pukeya, loved this man most people treated with such scorn. It was easy to fall in love with Karna, Uruvi decided, but it was difficult convincing others about its judiciousness. She wished to wed him one day and if she dared to consider marrying him, she wondered what she was going to do about it. Or rather, how she was going to go about it.
For one, how was she to get the discredited King of Anga invited to attend her swayamwara with the respect he deserved? Though a kshatriya, King Vahusha was an eminent scholar as well, and in her quest to be like him, Uruvi found herself trying to learn mathematics and astronomy, the subjects her father excelled at. And it broke her heart and made her temper flare when she could not succeed. Why cant I get it?
Because you may be better at other things, her mother often gently told her, wiping the angry tears from her glistening cheeks. Why do you insist on being like your father? Eventually, she had to accept that she could not be like him. She tried to be perfect in whatever she was good at, which was music and art. She was a natural artist, her strokes as well-defined as her sense of colour.
Her love for nature blossomed and took her beyond the aesthetics of tints, shades and fragrance, leading into a scientific interest in plants and flora. She also grew to be an excellent horserider. Soon, she found herself going to the small gurukul school of Rishi Bagola, who opened a new, exciting world to herthat of Ayurveda and healing. She assisted him diligently in his work and learnt to listen carefully to absorb what he taught. While girls of her age were groomed to become dainty princesses, Princess Uruvi saddled her horse each morning to ride to the gurukul where she spent the day immersed in the world of medicinal herbs and other remedies.
Much to his disbelief, the rishi discovered that the child had a singular, unusual giftthat of healing.
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It was not just the sandalwood and herbal pastes that worked wonders on the soles of tired feet or on pulsating temples pounding with headaches. It was the cool, soft touch of her hand that worked marvels.
Her fingers wove a relaxing spell as they rubbed into sickly skin and aching bones. Dont fret, O King, its not a passing amusement for her, the wise sage placated the worried father.
She has a unique ability that even she is unaware of. Dont stop her from pursuing what she loves doing. Its her passion and itll be her lifes work one day. And soon King Vahusha found his daughter entering decrepit tents near scarred battlefields, nursing the torn limbs and bloodied bodies of wounded soldiers. With a tender smile and a caring touch, the princess would be busy assisting the other nurses to tend to the injured and the dying. Is this the fruit of war?
How can you feel so triumphant when you have hurt and killed so many? How can you gloat about your victory while trampling on other peoples lives? What is itinsatiability, egotism, or self-importancethat goads you to go to war? It was one of the few issues they furiously disagreed upon, and each time the father knew that his daughter, with her acute intellectual ability, had won the argument but lost the cause she was hopelessly fighting for.
She loathed war and warlords and her father suspected that there were moments she hated being a kshatriya princess too. Needing her fathers approval just as a parched shrub thirsts for rain, Princess Uruvi did not forget even for a moment that she should never fail her father.
If you push yourself so hard to please him, youll topple over one day! And now perhaps, that moment had arrived. Princes Uruvi knew she could not please her father this time, that she would fail him somehow. In her attempt to get her beloved as her husband, would she herself fall, bringing down with her the people she loved and the wonderful world she had lived in so long?
Uruvi was full of despair at the thought of the hurt she would cause her family because she wanted Karnayet, being Karnas wife was now her only aspiration, the only aim that gave meaning to her life. As soon as he entered his daughters room, the King of Pukeya sensed the tension. His otherwise vivacious daughter cut a still figure leaning against the carved column, espaliered with fragrant jasmine vines. Her effervescence seemed to have dried up.
He watched her as she looked out unseeingly, the expression in her eyes reminiscent of that look of piteous pain when he used to leave for battle. He was uncomfortable with her silence. She seemed to have turned inwards, and the father in him was deeply moved. Is the idea of marriage so revoltingor is it that you are in love? Uruvi repressed her surprise at his perspicacity.
How did you know? Because a girl whose wedding is so near and is seen unhappily moping around could only mean that she is in love, my dear, he reasoned.
And because I can read you well enough by now. Whos the lucky fellow? She remained unusually quiet. Uruvis silence gave King Vahusha an uneasy hint of a gathering storm, of the squall threatening to deluge them.
If you dont tell me whats wrong, how can we solve your problem together? This time, however, she remained unmoved and silent, her fists clenched tight. I am waiting, he said cautiously, instinctively crossing his arms as if to protect himself from what was to come. I want to marry Karna. There, she had said it finally; she heaved a sigh, her words wrenched out in a hoarse undertone.
As he looked at his daughter with rising disbelief, King Vahushas world hurtled down on him. Shock stunned him into brief silence. He wanted to shout at her in fury, in frustration, in despair, but could summon only a feeble No!
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It was a cry of anguish, his eyes burning, his wan face paler still with the dawning comprehension of what his daughters decision implied and the events it would set in motion. Do you realize the consequences? Not for me, nor your mother, but for yourself. If you marry him, you will marry doom! I know, she said quietly, looking at him with gentle equanimity. I know I love a man the world hates. I know I am hurting you and that I am asking far too much. And I know its all so hopeless.
But I needed to tell you the truth. Father, I could never marry a person you do not approve of. But its also true that I cannot garland just any man at my swayamwara. For me, it is either Karna or no one. If I cant have him, I would rather stay unmarried. You know that can never happen in the world we live in. Are you threatening me, child? Society will not permit me to keep you unmarried, nor will it allow you to marry a charioteers son.
You cant marry a half-caste. You wouldnt be as crazy as that.
You are a kshatriya girlyou cannot marry a sutaputra! He realized with a sinking heart that his furious words would only impel his defiant daughter to become more rebellious.
I will, I shall, she said firmly. Am I doing anything dishonourable, Father? I am in love with a good man, who is honest and brave. I want to marry him. I am asking for your permission and want your blessings to do so. What am I doing wrong? Am I not allowed to choose the person whom I love?
But not the wrong man, he argued. No, not the wrong man, the wronged man, she corrected him immediately. A good man trapped in a bad situation. You seem to know all about him, but what do you actually know of him?
Agreed, he may be a fine young man, but does it make the circumstances any better? Or do you see yourself as the great leveller who is performing the noble deed of uplifting him from his humble background?
King Vahusha looked at her with a steadfast gaze. Face reality, my child. Do you think you will upgrade his status by marrying him? No, you will only worsen yours. You know how it goes in our society. Anuloma or the practice of marrying men of a higher caste is legitimate. But you are well aware that the reverse practice of pratiloma, that of marrying a man of a lower caste, is prohibited by the shastras.
Karna is a sutaputrathe son of a sutaone who is born of a brahmin woman and a kshatriya father. The sutas traditionally served the kings and functioned as their rathakaras, their charioteers. There have been suta advisors to the kings, suta confidants of the king, but none of them have been treated as friends of the king or their equals. They werent even provided with living quarters on the palace grounds. Not only did they endure such humiliation all their lives, so did their family and descendants.
Have you ever heard of any suta being offered a brahmin or a kshatriya bride? That was the reason why the Princess of Panchala, Draupadi, rejected Karna at her swayamwarafor being a sutaputra, which makes him low in the social hierarchy.
Duryodhana treats Karna as his closest friendhe has given him respect and identity, a royal recognition by crowning him a king. But has he offered him a kshatriya princess in marriage?
He may be a good friend, but Karna can never be his kinsman. Please, child, dont do thisit will be no life for a kshatriya princess. Its a living death! Oh, Uruvi, forget him! He looked at his daughters rebellious face, knowing his words were falling on deaf ears, but continued to persuade her to see reason. There are four examples of bad men these days, the dushta chathushtayam, he said.
One is Shakuni, Duryodhanas maternal uncle. The second is Duryodhana himself. The third is the malicious Dushasana. And the fourth, sadly, is Karna. Uruvi winced, but her lips tightened in a stubborn line. Since her childhood days she had heard of the evil uncle, Shakuni, poisoning the ears of his nephews, Duryodhana and Dushasana, against their cousins, the Pandavas.
Rumours were rife that the trio had poisoned young Bhima once and tried to drown him. He had been saved in the nick of time. The latest attempt on the lives of the Pandavas and their mother was when their palace at Varnavat was gutted by an unexpected fire, charring six of its residents in a grotesque death.
The scheming uncle and his two nephews were suspected of this crime as well, for the palace was later found to be made of lac, an easily combustible material, and the actual plan was evidently to burn the five Pandavas along with their mother, Kunti. Fortunately, the Pandavas, suspecting their cousins of their evil design, had already got a tunnel constructed under the lac palace and escaped through it.
They lived incognito as poor brahmins for several years, hiding from the spies of Shakuni and Duryodhana. It was during their fugitive days that Arjuna, dressed as a brahmin, had won over Draupadi as his bride at her swayamwara.
Strengthened by the political power of the King of Panchala, the Pandavas had eventually disclosed their identity and returned to Hastinapur with their wife, Draupadi, who was wedded to all the brothers because their mother had so decreed. Forcing a truce between the cousins by a deceptively fair solution by the elders, Hastinapur was divided between the Kauravas and the Pandavas, who were given the arid part of Hastinapur. With great effort and fortitude, they managed to convert this barren land into a beautiful city, which they called Indraprastha.
In all these vile intrigues against the Pandavas, Karna was rumoured to have assisted his close friend, Duryodhana. But Princess Uruvi could never believe this to be true.
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Her father voiced the same nasty misgiving. Out of his misguided attachmenthis dhuraabhimanamto Duryodhana, Karna too joined this triumvirate of evil, he said, the warning in his voice unmistakable. Gratitude is a fine quality but in Karna, it is misplaced. By associating himself with evil, he will also get corrupted slowly but surely.
All his good qualities will come to nothing. His great valour, his intelligence, his generosity, his fortitude, are tainted by this one single flawhis blind support to the wicked.
That is what I am trying to protect you from. Choose anyone but him, child. I cant! What do I do? I love him and I cannot bear to marry someone else! Could I, in all fairness, wed a man approved of by everyone when I am in love with another? No, Father, you have taught me to be honest and I am trying to be just that now.
Or, the other way out is to call off the swayamwara and I shall never think of marriage ever. Father, I cannot marry a man without your consent, which means I need your heartfelt blessings too.
I cannot have a swayamwara in which my father disapproves of the groom. Unless you say yes, I shall not go ahead. I wouldnt risk a repetition of what happened to Karna at Draupadis swayamwara. He was publicly jeered at as a sutaputra, not just by the bride herself but the attending guests as well. If Karna is invited to my swayamvara, can you assure me that he will be received with dignity?
You know my answer, he said evenly. You are not leaving me with much choice, are you? If I say no, you are the long-suffering spinsterand thats not an option.
And if I say yes, you will be going into a life of misery and humiliation.
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Can I give blessings to either option? Yes, Father, she looked up squarely at the tall, dejected figure standing by her side.
You brought me up to be what I am today; to make me capable, to look after myself and be wise enough to distinguish between the good and the bad. You were the one who encouraged me to make my own decisions and to stick to them and be brave enough to accept my problem.
You told me to look into the mirror each morning and be proud of myself, to do nothing that I would be ashamed of. I am not ashamed to have fallen in love with Karna.
And if its going to be a mistake, I think I have enough courage in me to tackle the worst moments as and when I come across them one day, she said quietly.
Father, you taught me to honour and love the brave and good and I want to marry such a man. I want you to approve of him because I know I can never be happy knowing that I have hurt you. One cannot be happy at the expense of others unhappiness, especially if they are those you love dearly. Father, I want your approval and your blessings and I want you to honour Karna as you would any good human being. King Vahusha saw that he was losing the battle with his daughter.
Yet he persisted. Karna is gifted, generous and righteous and the bravest of all warriors, but his loyalty to Duryodhana will bring about his downfall, warned King Vahusha, the king in him dominating his paternal instinct for once.
Karna may have all the sterling qualities a woman searches for, but they are nullified by the fact that he prefers to befriend evil. No one in the royal palace of Hastinapur has a good opinion of Karna. Duryodhanas mother, Queen Gandhari, resents her sons friendship with a lowly charioteers son. Bhishma Pitamaha does not approve of Karna because of his arrogance. Nor does Dronacharya, who believes he is an upstart. For them, Karna is the bad influence on Duryodhana. What is Duryodhana without Karna?
The Kaurava prince is simply riding on the ability and achievements of Karna. Duryodhana knows he cannot win any battle without Karnaif Duryodhana did not have Karna by his side, he would be too weak to face the Pandavas.
Youll be alienating all these people whom you love and who love you dearly. You will be caught in a vortex and no one will be able to save you. Child, the Hastinapur court is a cesspool of deceit and intrigue. And by marrying Karna, you shall become a pawn in it as well. Forget him. Theres a wonderful world awaiting you without him I will give myself to him, she spoke with such simplicity, so much earnestness, that her selfsurrender was touching, leaving her father overwhelmed.
Eventually, he had to bow to her wishes. Uruvi unhesitatingly turned away from the world her parents wished her to live in. When her mother got to know of her decision, she tried desperately to change her daughters mind.
She even resorted to locking Uruvi in her room and refused to talk to her disobedient daughter till she saw sense and listened to her parents counsel. Days turned into weeks, and the doors of Uruvis room remained as firmly locked as her resolution to marry Karna. Uruvi defiantly repeated that she loved Karna, even though he probably did not even know of her existence. This riled her mother even more.
But she could not sway the princess, determined as she was to marry only the King of Anga at her swayamwara. The queen was too scared to call a family council, lest her daughters adamant stand lead to a scandal. Even her closest friend, Kunti, was kept away from this family secret. How do we make her see reason? Queen Shubra cried to her husband in exasperated fury. She is infatuated with him and what is the basis of her feelings? Only hearsay. She has not even met him to know what kind of person he really is!
We have to free her from him by breaking the spell she is under. We have to pull her away from him. We cant, King Vahusha said, shrugging resignedly. We cant stop her thinking about him. We cant stop her from loving him. We cant do anything! She knows what she wantsand she knows exactly how to face the storm she has dared to churn up. But she has to behave according to her status, answered Queen Shubra heatedly. She has to realize her responsibility as a daughter and save herself from disgrace!
Speak as a mother, Queen Shubra, the king placed his hands on his wifes shoulders. Is it easier to live an honourable life by murdering your daughters happiness in the name of honour and family pride? Or is it easier to accept your childs decision, even if its contrary to your wishes? Lets stop being so slavish to customs and think this over.
It would be braver of us to live as the inlaws of the dishonourable Karna than be the honourable parents of an unwed daughter whose life has been forever blighted. The distraught mother tightened her lips, a gnawing ache choking her angry retort. Queen Shubra decided she needed to talk to her daughter again. This time she entered her daughters room with less antagonism, and she said more gently, I am so bewildered, I really dont know what to say, Queen Shubra started, her voice inflected with a genuine distress.
I came here again because I think your decision is drastically wrong. I wanted you to marry Arjuna as he is the best man any woman can have. Furthermore, I was comforted with the thought that you will be with Kunti. Shes always been like a mother to you. Everything was so perfect and you couldnt have had it better, my child. I admit I am disappointed. I hoped you would do great things By marrying Arjuna, you mean, Uruvi lashed out, still clearly resentful.
Mother, I do not love him and I will not marry him just because you and everybody else find it so appropriate! It is for your own good, her mothers passionate plea acquired an imploring tone. I cant watch you wasting your beauty, youth, talent and opportunities in this lamentable manner.
Being Karnas wife wont be easy. He is not like us. He is not one of us. He is an outsider. Dont be sad for me, Mother, said Uruvi. I havent failed, I have succeeded. You cannot imagine how I am looking forward to my new life. Mohan Raj, V. Kane, in both of these novels attempted to regain the voice of women who have been rendered into the role of mute spectators of the carnage in the epic.
The critical approach of the study will combine textual analysis and feminist theory. Revisiting, revising, and recreating epics is not a new trend in the Indian literary arena.
A great number of writers, of both regional and pan-Indian fame, down the ages have tried their hand in this genre. Using the trope of the popular epics like Ramayana and Mahabharata, the practitioners have addressed various issues like race, class and gender and attempted at answering various new questions that crops up in the contemporary world. Rather using her fictional protagonist much like a sutradhar, her spokesperson, Kane has provided us a panoramic view of the incidents as well as the other characters in the epic.
The novel begins with Uruvi having a dream of Karna, the man of her desire. And right from the first page of her novel Kane makes her reader aware of the fact that her protagonist is unlike the meek, docile feminine epitomes of cultural construction that the epics abound with—Uruvi is a woman who desires.
She not only desires Karna but also very much vocal about her desire for him. And it was her choice of marrying Karna made her see through the power politics inherent in the court of Hastinapur which was not ready to accept and patronage the skill of a worth warrior like Karna in favor of Arjuna and found it wise to relegate the worthy warrior into the margin.
Basundhara Chakraborty patriarchal stereotypes but it is her unapologetic behavior that marks her to be true a feminist beacon. Draupadi is the catalyst who will precipitate what the Kauravas have initiated…she is happily married to them! She is also a healer—a disciple of Rishi Bagola, she has learnt the Ayurveda and the art of healing. Beena G. What is it—insatiability, egotism, or self-importance—that goads you to go to war?
Do you deny that Karna is just a pawn in your game against the Pandavas? Each time my father went for battle, I lived in the fear that he would not return…and if he had died What good has war done except give satisfaction to those seeking vain glory?
I want peace, not even the tiniest hint of a potential war! Thus Kane brings an end to a remarkable journey of her protagonist who turns out to be a feminist voice of her creator who questioned several patriarchal institutions through her fictional voice.
The patriarchal power politics of representation has always relegated women into a marginal position. Women, in other words, have all along been objectified as the very devices of representation, as Deconstructing the Patriarchal Basundhara Chakraborty the signs that bear specific moral or artistic significance in a world created by men…. Being the means with which men represent themselves to themselves and the world, women are made to remain, by and large passive.
Departing from the dominant narrative that condemns Satyavati for her ambition, Kane presents a fictionalized account of her plight of life that presents us an insightful look at the patriarchal power politics that suppressed the womenfolk. Interestingly, this lesser known female character has been a favorite of Kane since her adolescence: When I read the Mahabharata for the first time in Class VIII, I recall hating Satyavati in childish anger. Later, almost a decade later, I found her intriguing and almost admired the spunkiness of this remarkable person—a fisher girl who saw to it that she became the queen of Hastinapur—ruling it and its people and the various characters in the Mahabharata, thus making her probably the most powerful woman in the epic What really happens when you demystify the Mahabharata or the Ramayana?
What happens when you take away the mountains giving way to Parashuram, when you take away the river parting for Krishna, what if there is no sea of divine milk, if Brahma was a figment of a long ago poet's imagination?
What are you left with if you look at these men not as Gods, not as Vishnu, but as flesh and blood people who lived, loved and made mistakes just like the rest of us? The Mahabharata is every man's contemporary, it is every man's story and that is why it has stood the test of millennia and will continue to do so. From the back of the book: Born out of wedlock to Kunti and Surya, the Sun God, Karna is abandoned by his mother at birth.
He deserves the fate of princes, but is adopted by a lowly charioteer and becomes one himself. Uruvi, a Kshatriya princess, chooses him over Arjun at her Swayamvar, and theirs is a marriage of great social contrast. Uruvi must bring to bear all her love for Karna, and her formidable intelligence, to be accepted by his family. She eventually becomes Karna's mainstay, counselling and guiding him. However his blind allegiance to Duryodhana, the eventual cause of his downfall, is beyond her power to change.
Karna's Wife, told from Uruvi's point of view, unfolds against the backdrop of the epic struggle between the Pandavas and the Kauravas. Lyrical and inventive, it is a moving story of love against all odds. There really is nothing for me to write here about the Mahabharata itself; Indians who happen to read this blogpost will undoubtedly know at least the basic outline and for the uninitiated, I will provide the wikipedia link at the end of my write up.
The novel opens with the archery tournament in Hastinapur and continues until after the battle of Kurukshetra and Karna's death. Among those present who witness Karna's humiliation at the hands of Guru Dhronacharya and Duryodhana's subsequent offer of friendship to Karna, is Uruvi, the princess of Pukeya and the much loved only child of King Vahusha, who falls in love with Karna on the spot.
There are two women in love with Karna; two princesses of royal households that are powerful and would mutually benefit through an alliance with the house of Kuru.Can this wily pandit who preys on greed, venality and sexual deviance bring about another miracle of a united India? At Hastinapurs tournament when he had outdone Arjuna, he had been openly belittled as a charioteers son and deprived of his right to duel with the Pandava prince.
Bhimas caustic words came like a whip, lashing the young Karna to steely silence. Uruvi knew she had fallen in love with the stranger then and there —utterly and irrevocably.
He had beautiful sunset—or were they sunrise—eyes. This disturbed Uruvi because she was used to the approval of others.