By Gemini AI “Is there any politician who is a poet or artist of any sort?” Anu asks me. Anu – Anushri is her official name – is a former student of mine. She gave up science though she was good at it and took up literature for graduation after which she pursued a journalism course with a prominent media house and then became a journalist. There are a few of them, I tell her. I name Vaclav Havel and our very own Atal Bihari Vajpayee. Anu thinks I am joking when I mention Vajpayee because she knows how much I detest Vajpayee’s political party to which the present Prime Minister of India belongs. “Did Vajpayee write any good poetry?” Anu asks. “I’m not sure,” I say. “He wrote stuff like: क़दम मिलाकर चलना होगा। We will have to go forward together. ” I remember one or two such lines of Vajpayee from my teaching days in Delhi. My students there used to recite such stuff in the morning assembly. “That sounds more like politics than poetry,” Anu protests. I meet Anu onc...
Illustration by Gemini AI Yudhishthira hesitated at the threshold of heaven. They had won the war. But what did they really achieve? Behold this field teeming with kinsmen and friends , Yudhishthira had lamented looking at the mutilated corpses on the battlefield of Kurukshetra. Vultures and jackals had started feeding on the bodies of people he knew, he loved, he never wished to kill. What glory lies in a kingdom won at such a cost? His brothers looked at one another. They had no answer to their eldest brother’s, the new King’s, question. The immoral Kauravas had been routed. Duryodhana’s arrogance and egotism lay crushed in Kurukshetra’s dust. Even the mighty Karna, with his nobility that had deserved acknowledgement and appreciation, was decimated. Immorally. A lot of adharma was perpetrated by the Pandavas in the name of Dharma! Even Krishna couldn’t win it without some adharma. Much adharma! Yudhishthira bowed his head in shame. What did our victory mean? He knew that...