'The war in Kurukshetra is so terrible that..'
'..even the sun will close its eyes.'
'But what about me?'
'It is not possible for me to close my eyes.'
'Even if I don't want to see, I am compelled to watch.'
'I have seen father and son, brother and brother..'
'..grandfather and grandson and friends fight.'
'There was no relationship which was not wounded..'
'..and bloodied in Kurukshetra.'
'No relationship which did not carry weapons.'
'No relationship which did not die.'
'I stand in a river of blood.'
'I have crossed many oceans of blood..'
'..but none was comparable to this one.'
'God knows when this river of blood will end..'
'..and when Draupadi's unbraided hair will be tied.'
'Why is your hair unbraided, Draupadi?'
'These insulted hair will remain unbraided..'
'..so that you may all see them and remember..'
'..how Dushasan insulted them in the court.'
'Look at them carefully, ace archer Arjun!'
'Look at them again, o mace warrior Bhim!'
'They will remain unbraided till one of you..'
'..brings me a handful of Dushasan's blood..'
'..and says! O Draupadi! Here is Dushasan's blood.'
'Wash the insult of your hair in it.'
Congratulations, my queen!
Call me Draupadi, o queen!
No! I have made the mistake of calling you Sairandhri.
No! It was the harsh reality of those days.
It is best to forget those days.
Why were you congratulating me?
Because Subhandra's son Abhimanyu..
..proved an even match for grandsire..
..who was so pleased that he blessed Abhimanyu.
What else can grandsire give but wounds and blessing?
These are dark days for the Kuru elders.
Their days are in eclipse and..
..their vocabularies finished.
They have nothing left but a few blessings.
Control your bitterness, Draupadi.
I am trying but I cannot control it.
Every time my hands touch my hair, they are burned.
It is not that I don't care for grandsire. I do!
I remember the helpless, embarrassed eyes..
..with which he looked at me in the court.
Those ashamed eyes even provided balm for my insult.
I respect him and even bow to him but..
..doesn't he realizes that truth is greater than his oath?
I am sure he knows it!
But the wind in Hastinapur is such that..
..the very foundations of truth are being uprooted.
Sage Drona! Sage Kripa! Grandsire Bhishma!
All of them are on the wrong side in this war.
I don't want to hear of their deaths and yet..
..I am waiting for them to die because..
..till then I will not get Dushasan's blood for my hair.
The blessing he showered on Abhimanyu..
..is in reality not a blessing..
..but a reflection of his guilty soul.
Tell sages Kripa, Drona and the other warriors..
..that they should ensure grandsire's safety.
He is the only one who can win this war for us.
So, he should be well protected. Go!
I am searching for Yuyustu.
Foolish fellow! He chose the losing side.
But he must be punished for his betrayal
Charioteer! Take me to Yuyutsu!
Looks like the sun will never set.
Grandsire is decimating our army.
Don't worry! Truth always wins.
Your grandsire is not a warrior but a coward.
He should have shed his boon of wishful death.
Ariun has divine weapons but he is not using them.
Grandsire is the only coward on this battlefield.
He knows he cannot die a heroic death.
But don't worry..
..Krishna will find a way out of this problem.
There is a big crowd, prince.
Who are you, child?
I am Uttar, son of the king of Matsya.
But that is only half of introduction.
What is your full introduction?
Don't go by me age.
Judge me by the depth of your wounds.
That is why I asked you, child.
Introduce yourself.
In the Virat war, I was the charioteer..
..of the warrior whose charioteer is Krishna.
Your tongue is longer than your body.
Now, save yourself.
This is not my tongue but my arrow.
Brave child! I salute thy death!
Sudeshana!
My lord!
My son has distinguished himself in battle and..
..you have come here to tell me that.
Isn't that so?
Yes! Your son has distinguished himself.
We should really be proud of him.
Let alone the Pandava army..
..even the Kaurava army was praising him.
Do you know even Shalya saluted him?
Congratulations, Sudeshna!
I have sent riders to Virat..
..to bring Uttara here.
Why do that?
She should not travel now that she's expecting.
So what? It's good!
A brave uncle's nephew and a brave father's son..
..should be born on the battlefield.
Why did you speak of the uncle?
He is the youngest.
Tonight he is the greatest!
Tonight it is his night.
Today he was not the youngest.
None was greater than him today.
Is it true?
Tell me of his exploits in detail.
When he first faced Shalya..
..Shalya asked him!
Who are you, my child?
He said, that he is Uttar, son of the king of Matsya..
..but that is half of his introduction.
He asked him not to look at his age.
He asked him to judge by the depth of his wounds.
He told the brave Shalya that..
..in the Virat war, he was the charioteer..
..of the warrior whose charioteer is Krishna.
My lord!
Then the duel began!
Your son pierced Sahlya's chest!
Shalya pierced your son's chest!
They were covered in blood.
Everyone in Kurukshetra stood by and watched.
Involuntarily everyone..
..was blessing the boy's mother..
..who had given him birth.
Why are you crying?
These are tears of pride..
..and happiness.
These are tears of honor for being Uttar's father.
Let your tears flow Sudeshna.
You are hiding something.
Honor cannot be hidden.
I want to shout out to the world!
I am brave Uttar's father!
Till yesterday he was known as my son!
Today I am knows as Uttar's father and..
..you are known as his mother.
We are indeed very fortunate.
Do you know what happened at Kurukshetra?
Shalya got down from his chariot and..
..walked up to your son's corpse and said!
O brave child!
I salute your death.
Whom did he say it to?
My Uttar's corpse!
Yes, Sudeshna!
I cannot mourn your son's death.
That will be an insult to his death.
Accept my congratulations!
I accept your congratulations.
I accept.
History will not even name these soldiers.
And yet, they are not nameless.
Their parents had named them with great love.
They killed each other and died.
They were neither friends nor enemies.
Had they met anywhere else but the battlefield..
..they might have smiled at each other.
They might have asked where the other was from.
They might have told each other about their families.
None but death has its mark upon them.
How did each one die?
None can say.
Miles away from home in a heap of corpses.
There's no point in my waiting here.
Let's go elsewhere.
Long live the queen! Queen Gandhari is here!
My respects, sister!
Come sister!
Please sit here.
How are you, sister?
A mother whose sons are at war..
..how can she be, Kunti?
Your love for me is also very strange.
You are reminded of me when I come to you.
It is not that, sister.
You know I don't want brother-in-law to..
All that is for show!
Whatever was the injustice to you..
..it is still your house.
Now that even Vidhur and his wife are not here..
..your staying on here is meaningless.
I am here to take your back.
Our hearts are not a nation..
..where happiness and sorrow is divided.
Whatever be the message from the battlefield..
..it is for both of us about both of us!
In these difficult days and nights..
..I cannot stay alone.
This bandage on my eyes..
..cannot wipe my tears.
Forgive me, sister.
We are not only mothers, but also Kashatriyas..
..whose sons are at war with each other.
I blessed none of them with victory but..
..I did send a message to Yudhishtir..
..that the day for which warriors are born is at hand.
There's a lot of space for me at the palace.
I know that!
My thoughts have no place in the palace.
Nor can I leave my thoughts behind in Vidhur's house.
I, too, did not bless Duryodhan with victory.
He went to Kurukshetra without my blessing.
I did not even tell him..
..the day for which warriors are born is at hand.
The wax house, the game of dice and..
..Draupadi's insult tied up my tongue.
Kunti!
Forgive my sons, if you can.
Duryodhan is not bad at heart..
..but he is blinded by..
..his ego and his stubborn nature.
He has inherited his father's blindness.
Grandsire, sages Kripa and Drona..
..have not inherited the blindness, have they?
Duryodhan did not call for Draupadi's disrobing.
It was Hastinapur's diseased politics and..
..selfish greed which did so.
Duryodhan is merely a reflection of that.
How does one wash this tainted politics?
With a sea of blood?
The blood of your and my sons!
I came here to give you the news that..
..there was a fierce battle today.
Thousands of soldiers were killed.
Many noted warriors fell..
..during the course of the war..
..but your sons and mine are safe.
In the coming days, you will not have this news..
..to give me every evening.
May God give your sons a long life!
May God give your sons a long life too!
It remains to be seen..
..whose plea God accepts!
Brother!
There are more dead than wounded.
What will happen tomorrow?
Dynasties and nations are not comparable to warriors.
History is more durable than all this.
So, don't talk of tomorrow.
In war, don't count your wounds or corpses.
With brothers like Bhim, Arjun, Nakul, Sahadev..
..warriors like the young Abhimanyu..
..supporters from Satyaki to Shikhandi..
..a commander like Dhritadyuma..
..you have no right to be worried.
The war has not ended today.
It has only started.
I will end some day.
It is also definite that you will win.
So, don't worry!
Wait for tomorrow's dawn.
Is Dhrupad's son dead?
I thought so but Bhim saved him.
Look at uncle Bhishma!
Though he is fighting the war..
..only because of his oath..
..he has boosted the morale of the army.
He will protect my sons as he will Pandu's.
His blessing stands between us..
..and destruction!
Keep watching!
If grandsire is not stopped, we'll surely lose.
Even if we win, we'll be alone among corpses.
We must find a solution.
What solution do you have in mind?
Grandsire's death is necessary for victory.
Take my chariot to him.
As you wish!
I don't wish it! It's my duty.
With this arrow, grandsire has blessed you..
..and also welcomed you.
May you be victorious!
O grandsire! O best of the Bharat clan!
My fight is not against you but against..
..injustice, darkness, evil and untruth.
You are fighting on the side of evil.
Both sides have gone beyond debate.
Besides, the battlefield is not for debate.
So, whatever you say, say it with arrows.
I will also repay with arrows.
As you order!
That is Arjun's conch!
Some terrible war is to take place.
Maybe Duryodhan and Arjun..
No! How can Duryodhan dare to fight Arjun?
Then maybe Karna..
Grandsire has not allowed him to fight.
Like a woman, he is sitting in his tent listening.
Why should I be the victim of all injustice?
Look at my helplessness.
I cannot even pray for grandsire's death.
Any yet, I am waiting for his death.
It is sinful on my part to do so.
He alone stands between me and this war.
If I don't take part in this war..
..I will never be able to repay Duryodhan.
O Lord! Save me from this situation.
Tell grandsire to invite me for this war.
"If war stands just ahead.."
"..and the warrior is helpless.."
"..he thinks of war all the time.."
"..by becoming even more keen."