Mahabharat

Your Grace, the minister has sent this gift for you.

What is this, liege? - This is a bag of rice.

Did he not send jaggery and clarified butter along?

I could have made an excellent 'Kheer' if he did.

If you soak the rice overnight, and fry it in the butter

in the morning and then add jaggery to it

it makes for an excellent 'Kheer', mother.

Hah! There was a rat in the bag of rice.

Bhima's 'Kheer' became impure even before it was made.

Nothing becomes impure

because of an innocent creature, Sahadev.

Only man can make things impure, with his deeds.

But

why did uncle send this rat as a gift?

I don't think he meant to send us a rat.

The rat must have stumbled into the bag.

Yes.

I'm sure that rice is not readily available here

hence, this was sent from Hastinapur, for the princes.

Is there anything else, leige?

Please keep this is mind, Your Grace

that even if one grain of rice falls to the ground

it can manifest itself in hundreds, in the future.

I take your leave, Your Grace. Your Highness.

'Even if one grain of rice falls to the ground'

'it can manifest itself in hundreds, in the future.'

My child.

Are you looking at this moon?

It was full moon, some nights past

How luminous it was.

And now, only a part of its luminousity remains.

Tomorrow, even this, would be lost.

For tomorrow, is the night, of the new moon.

Just this way, the luminousity from lives of the Pandavas

will be extinguished tomorrow.

Uncle, Lord Ram was

victorious on new moon

and the whole world celebrates

that night as 'Diwali'.* *The "festival of lights", spiritually signifies victory.

The new moon, tomorrow

will be a 'Diwali' for us as well.

Of course, my child, of course.

But, only if your friend, Karna

doesn't put a spanner to the works.

Only then, will all our wishes come to fruition.

Uncle, I have complete faith in Karna.

My child.

If you have faith in him

than I have nothing to worry about.

For tomorrow

Purochana will set the 'Lakshagraha' on fire.

Now, there is no escape, for your enemies.

No one can save them.

Greetings, Your Grace.

Adhiratha, your charioteer, is here.

Adhiratha? At this time?

Send him in. - Yes, Your Grace.

What's the matter, Adhirath?

You don't even

bow before me now.

Leave us!

I need to be pure myself

before I bow before you.

I feel

very unclean today.

My soul is stained.

I don't have the right to bow before you.

I'm here to tell you

that I wish to leave

your services

and Hastinapur.

It's the lay of the land, Adhiratha

that, a boy endures pain, because of his friends

an adolescent, for his lover

a married man, for his in-laws

and an old man

for his children.

There is no such unction, which can allay this pain.

I'm certain that

your son is the cause of your pain, Adhiratha.

Tell me the truth, Adhiratha.

What has your son done?

Don't be silent.

I'm waiting.

Your Grace, Karna is innocent.