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Duryodhana roared in anger. He rallied his company and rode towards Abhimanyu. He also asked Shakuni’s brother to accompany him, so they can corner this kid and defeat him.
But when they approached him, Duryodhana was amazed. It was difficult for him not to admire the young warrior. Here was a solo warrior, with a charioteer and two horses for company. He was surrounded by thousands of enemy soldiers, generals and commanders. But he was giving a performance of a fight. And he was enjoying it. Racing his chariot against the direction of the moving circle, he killed dozens of soldiers. His concentration was unflappable. His courage, unmatched. He had not a care in the world. He didn’t look for reinforcements. He was a single minded destruction machine.
Abhimanyu was aware that his horses would tire after a while. He became aware that the other Pandava heavyweights weren’t here. He needed to improvise. He needed to devise a plan to get out, while cutting a swathe through the Kaurava army. He knew he was mostly going straight, as he had originally planned. But he realized that he probably underestimated how large the formation was, because he wasn’t seeing the other end of the vyuha.
What he didn’t realize was that he was in the center of it. Dead center!
There was a pause. For a moment he didn’t see a single Kaurava warrior. He was just surrounded by soldiers. He looked around him. He could cut through these soldiers with ease. He knew exactly where he was. He knew which way he came. He knew which way he needed to go. He knew every layer of this formation, and who was at the head of each layer. So why did this seem different? Something wasn’t right. He should have been facing either Drona or Karna now. He knew they would be at the center of the vyuha. So why weren’t they here? And if they were not here, where exactly were they? Then he noticed the soldiers beginning to step back, in retreat, expanding the circle. He then realized what was happening.
He was trapped.
The layer of soldiers moved out of sight. And from behind the soldiers emerged the dignitaries. Each capable of killing an army by themselves. Abhimanyu looked at the scene encircling him, as he pictured the entire formation at that time. At the center was him. Facing his chariot, straight ahead was the commander Drona himself. Right behind him, forming a straight line with him and Drona was Duryodhana. Abhimanyu looked left and saw Karna. He looked right and saw Shalya. He closed his eyes for a second, waiting for others to join. When he opened them, he saw Kripa pull up between Karna and Drona, and Kritavarma emerge between Drona and Shalya. He turned around, and saw Dusshasana and Shakuni fill the rest of the gaps. He smiled. He couldn’t have expected anything from the two Kaurava brothers other than an attack from behind. Surrounding the eight Kaurava commanders were 16 other generals mounted on elephants. Behind them, hundreds of cavalrymen. And behind them, thousands of foot soldiers. There was no way for anyone to come to his rescue. This scheme by Drona was impregnable.
Duryodhana looked left to his friend and nodded. Karna’s chariot stood to the side of Abhimanyu’s. He strung his bow, pulled an arrow, aimed towards Abhimanyu and released it. The arrow’s sharp tip entered his charioteer’s neck, cutting his internal jugular on the left, expertly passing through the trachea, and exiting out to the right. The death was instant, and painless. His lifeless body slowly slid off to the right of the chariot, dangling by the seat for a few moments before slumping to the ground.
At that moment, in that instant, it dawned on young Abhimanyu that this was had changed today. That rules of engagement would be broken. He experienced adharma first hand. He had only heard from his mother and stepmother about how the Kauravas used ruses, tricks, and illicit methods to usurp their kingdom, to rob them of their freedom, their wealth, their peace of mind. His father and uncles, peerless kings and intrepid warriors were reduced to a pitiful bunch of mendicants and vagrants. This is how they did it. By breaking the rules, one at a time. Slowly. Painfully.
He knew he was cornered. The smiles he saw on the enemies’ faces told him the entire story. He recognized Drona’s treachery. He understood that his uncles and the rest of Pandava generals will never come to his rescue. He remembered last night, and grasped why Krishna took him to meet his mother. He realized why his father was nowhere to be seen on this side of the battlefield. It was all part of the ploy laid by the Kauravas.
He grabbed the reins to steady the horses. He breathed deep. He knew this was going to be a losing battle. But if this was going to be the end, he was going to make it such an end, such a spectacle, that the Kauravas would be defeated in their minds today. After today, no single Pandava warrior would die on the battlefield. He would drive such fear into the Kaurava forces that even the mighty Drona and Karna would forget their wares.
Today, he will die. Today, he will become immortal!