Mahabharat

Ashwatthama.

It is time now,

for us to move to Ahichhatra.

How is that possible, father?

We have promised to help my friend Duryodhan.

As a representative of Hastinapur

you have taken an oath to battle.

I shall break the oath!

Son...

I cannot see you

get killed before my eyes.

Will you commit the sin of breaking an oath?

Will you commit an unrighteous deed?

Do you know, my son.

How this intransigence of yours

has made me commit numerous unrighteous deeds?

Today, I attacked at night just like an ogre!

Now...

why should I be scared of commiting

the sin of breaking an oath?

I am abound to go there, my son.

Let's go.

We must

exit the Kurukshetra this instant.

That is an order.

Let's go.

You may certainly leave, Revered Guru.

The one who feels amazed at the height of a mountain,

can never scale its height.

In order to scale the height

the first and foremost step

is to deem the mountain's height to be insignificant!

However, if the general of an army

sees valour, might,

and competence in the enemy army

then that army can never be successful in the battlefield.

Guru Drona,

you are

the reason of my failure!

Go.

You may indeed go.

And my friend, Ashwatthama.

You may go too.

I...

release you. Go!

Only prisoners can be released.

Friends cannot be released, Duryodhan.

The strike of a stone cannot break water.

If my father orders me to leave then I...

I shall leave for the heavens.

However, I will never leave you.

Son!

If my friend has an iota of doubt in me

then my life will not be worth living, father!

I shall always stand by you, Duryodhan.

Either today,

in the battlefield

Guru Drona will kill his favourite disciple.

Or at sundown,

Duryodhan will kill his friend Ashwatthama.

Revered Brahmin

instead of seeing your father's failure at sundown

and deciding to end your life, it would be better

if you

bear the hope of your father's success this instant

and embrace death.

Here you go.

You are correct, King of Gandhar.

My father did not honour my wishes.

It is possible

that he may just honour my last wish.

No!

Stop.

Stop, my son.

I shall honour your wish.

I hope

that you have the strength to keep me from going to hell

during my last rites.

Because of you...

Because of you, Ashwatthama I must give up righteousness altogether!

A son becomes the strength of his father

but you...

You have become my weakness, son.

Listen!

Listen, Lord Yama!

I...

shall gather all the merits I have earned in my life

and build an armour with it.

In my entire life

if I have always treated all my disciples equally

then no one will be able to pierce this armour of mine.

If I have never underestimated a disciple

and always given more knowledge than a disciple's dedication

then no one will be able to make me surrender my weapons.

Today

in the battlefield

no matter which warrior confronts me

I shall slay him!

Fifteenth Day of War.

The conch shell is being sounded to mark the start of the battle.

Now, Drona will die.

Emperor Yudhisthir,

the moment Drona dies

the enemies will be defeated.

Father is correct!

Ghatotkach, the son of Prince Bheem