Mahabharat

O storyteller

tell us something more about Dwarka's regent, Krishna.

So be it, Prince Uttar. Along with brother Balram

the frolics of Lord Krishna, in Vrindavan.* *A town 10 km from Mathura, an ancient forest, where Krishna spent his childhood days.

The son of Yashoda, had mesmerised the world.

Capers of the naughty and cute Lord Krishna.

He stole butter, played pranks and annoyed men and women alike.

Make haste! Why are you looking back, Koumudi?

I am afraid, the boys of Nand might be hidden here.

That day, when I went to deliver butter to the palace of Pathua

those wicked boys broke my pitcher.

Yashoda's son loves butter, Shubhangi.

But little do those boys know

that if this butter doesn't reach King Kans' palace

his soldiers would punish us.

They are unaware of King Kans' fury.

Don't worry. Yashoda kept Krishna hungry, all day.

Moreover, she punished him by tying him to a tree.

He will not dare to break your pitcher, now.

She doesn't know what all can Krishna do.

Balram, had Krishna been here

he would've given them a befitting reply.

But where is he?

Let's search for him. - Where?

Come on, let's search for him.

Krishna! - Krishna... - Krishna!

Krishna... - Krishna! - Krishna...

Krishna...

Krishna...

Krishna...

Krishna...

Krishna...

There you go, again he is playing the flute!

Why does he play a flute while herding cows?

Aren't we here to listen to this music?

Oh, yes... Krishna!

Krishna, those maidens are taking butter to Mathura.

Butter!

Krishna, we'll be punished severely, if we get caught.

Two days back, my father spanked me so badly

that even now, I can't sit.

Eat some butter and apply some on your wounds.

Everything will be fine.

Do mix turmeric* in it. *A perennial plant of the ginger family.

Come on, Krishna. Take out your catapult.

Look at that!

One by one, Krishna broke all their pitchers

and is stealing butter and milk, as always.

He'll be punished.

Last time, he stole clothes. - Come on.

Wicked! Wait...

Run!

Yashoda!

Yashoda!

Yashoda, look what your Krishna has done.

He ate away three day's butter!

If you can't control that monkey of yours

you should tie him up, at home. - Your kids may be monkeys!

My Krishna's beauty is captivating.

Then keep admiring him, all day.

Why is he making our lives miserable?

Better if you punish him, else we'll have to do something.

Let me see.

But if he hasn't eaten the butter, remember

I'll give you a punishment that you'll remember all your life.

Come on. - Yes, surely.

Smacking the butter on his lips, Krishna was relishing it!

People of Mathura were satiated when he burped!

Krishna, you are again being mischievous!

Because of you, these women reprimand me.

Don't you care for your mother? Tell me, you wicked.

Mother, it hurts.

It hurts me too. When they complain to me.

Did you steal butter again? - No, mother. I didn't steal it.

Liar! Look at the traces of butter on his lips.

This butter?

Actually, when I got the butter after breaking your pitcher

he told me to eat some!

I said, 'I don't eat stolen butter'.

'All of you can have it'.

Then Madhumangal, forcibly,

fed me this butter.

Saw that? My son disregards stolen items.

Now, go away!

Hey, but he broke the pitcher! - But I didn't eat the butter!

But your mother had to face all this.

Come on, time for some punishment from your father.

Come on. come on...

Mother! I didn't eat the butter! - I know, come on.

Come on!

Come...

Come.

We have to give half of the harvest to Kans.

In the entire empire

farmers give one-fourth of the harvest, as tax.

But, Kans... Kans demands half the share!

He keeps half of it and gives the other half to Magadha.

In turn, Magadha offers him protection.

Magadha's greed and Kans' hunger for power

will annihilate all the Yadavs, Respected Nand.

We'll not bear this injustice for long.

Kans will be killed, soon. - Who will kill him?

Somebody will surely come.

Surely...

Have faith.

Dear!

Kans will be killed.

But before that he will kill all of us.

What makes you say that, Yashoda?

Why will he kill us?