Mahabharat

Arjun!

Stop, Duryodhan.

Dusk sets is not because of a person.

But because of time.

Hence, don't get angry, dear.

Because tomorrow morning.

You will need both anger and courage.

Grandsire...

Soldiers!

Grandsire's head needs support.

Go and get some pillows.

No, dear.

I don't need any kind of comfort.

It isn't nice to wish for any kind of comfort,

during one's last journey.

The less the burden of comforts are,

the easier the journey gets.

Dear,

don't give my head any comfort.

Just keep it in an upright position.

Arjun!

If a warrior gets...

the support of arrows,

after his death he goes to heaven.

Grandsire

I have hurt you a lot.

I have hurt you a lot. I even insulted you, Grandsire.

But the respect my heart holds for you has never reduced.

I have always seen you as the leader of Hastinapur, Grandsire.

The leader who stopped you from reaching the limit of skies.

Today...

Now, the leader is going to go away from all of you.

I hold no anger against you.

If you seek forgiveness from me today

I will definitely forgive you, dear.

F- Forgive... Forgive me, Grandsire. Forgive me, Grandsire.

And bless me, so that I attain victory, Grandsire.

- Bless me. - No, dear.

I cannot grant your wish.

Because I have already blessed Yudhisthir to be victorious.

I cannot do politics anymore.

But...

Even you have right on my blessings, dear.

I...

bless you,

that while breathing your last,

your face will have a smile of contentment.

If...

you achieve contentment out of righteous deeds,

you will go to heaven.

But if you achieve contentment out of unrighteous deeds,

you will go to the nether world.

Now, the decision is up to you, dear.

Grandsire, even while dying you couldn't give up on your inclinations.

I had thought that in your last moments,

you would show some generosity.

But no...

you have always been against me, Grandsire.

Look, Grandsire...

The sun is moving towards the south now.

It is believed

that the sun moving towards the north,

leads one to heaven.

And the sun that heads towards the south,

takes one to the nether world.

This is your punishment, Grandsire.

It is the punishment for your partiality.

You will have to suffer in the nether world, Grandsire.

You have to suffer.

Duryodhan,

what kind of a misdeed you have committed?

How could you curse Grandsire?

All these are pointless, Bheem.

One paves the way to heaven or hell by one's actions.

The movement of sun has nothing to do with it.

Grandsire Bhisma had found

himself a place in heaven.

The minute he sacrificed traditions

and recognised the true form of righteousness.

Hence

you don't need to worry, Bheem.

You are blessed with the boon of self willed death.

Free yourself from this pain.

No, dear.

Pain

sacred the soul.

Pain cleanses the soul, dear.

All of you

should stop worrying about my pain.

I have

decided

that I

will lie down on this bed of arrows