'Amidst the wounded and corpses..'
'..I look to the future.'
'The present has nothing to offer..'
'..but corpses and the wounded.'
'So, O man! You, too, look to the future!'
'Without that hope..'
'..you'll be suffocated in Kurukshetra.'
'Look to the future and think.'
'The sun always rises.'
'It always dawns.'
'The seasons change with surety.'
'Winter is always followed by spring.'
'So, look to the horizon..'
'..from where the sun will rise.'
'Place your ear on the ground so as to..'
'..listen to the sound of spring.'
'If you need courage, look to the battlefield..'
'..where the present lies on a bed of arrows..'
'..waiting for sunrise..'
'..and a caravan of lamps moves toward it.'
May you live long!
My dear!
Whatever may have happened in the past..
..you'll always be a symbol of honour for the Indians..
..and will always be respected.
O Grandsire!
You are a symbol of honour for Indians.
I am fortunate to be your grand daughter-in-law.
Allow me..
..to salve your wounds and save you..
..from the day's sun and the night's cold.
Before that, I want to give you some trouble.
May you live long!
Who's this girl?
She's Abhimanyu's wife Uttara!
This is not the place to meet a daughter-in-law.
But I first met your husband on the battlefield.
My dear!
Don't know who will live and who won't after this war.
But my body remembers the taste of your husband's arrows.
Seeing the young man I was reminded of my youth.
If I had a treasury of years..
..I would give it all to your husband.
I have met you for the first time and..
..I have nothing to give you..
..but Arjun's arrows and my wounds.
Do you know that..
..these arrows seemed as if..
..they were not arrows but my dear Arjun..
..who came running to sit on my lap.
If I could..
..I would kiss every arrow in my body.
There arrows are..
..the essence of my life.
May you be happy forever!
Tell Arjun not to regret..
..what he has done.
He has done his duty..
..and so have I!
"The women of the Kuru clan.."
"..carry ritual lamps."
"The lamp shall remember.."
"..and carry it close to heart."
"Tears flow uncontained.."
"..as the night stands silent."
"The mind is in turmoil."
"The lips refuse to speak."
"All directions watch silently."
"..the figure on the bed of arrows.."
"..with palms joined respectfully."
"Death stands by silently."
How are you Duryodhan?
Do you think..
..Hastinapur is lost because Grandsire has fallen?
No Draupadi!
Hastinapur's flag is not Grandsire.
Hastinapur's flag is Duryodhan.
That is Hastinapur's misfortune.
Victory to the prince!
Dig a deep moat around Grandsire.
Remember..
..not even an insect should trouble him.
This piece of land will be outside the battlefield.
As you order!
Duryodhan should have been here by now.
Maybe Bhishma is telling him his last wish that..
..after his death half the kingdom..
..should be given to the Pandavas.
Don't talk thus about a brave warrior.
Anyone who can stop you from fighting the war..
..may not have his courage questioned..
..but his loyalty is surely in doubt.
There can be no doubt that..
..though Bhishma fought on Duryodhan's side..
..he wanted Yudhishthir to win.
In fact, the loyalty of the new army chief..
..is also questionable because..
..he still claims that..
..Arjun is his best pupil.
You are right, uncle!
But who can be made the chief when he is there?
I think even Sage Drona will refuse to kill the Pandavas.
But if we ask him to..
..make Yudhishthir a prisoner..
..he will become our slave.
And the war will end.
Very clever!
It's an excellent suggestion.
Congratulations Kripa!
You were saved from becoming the chief.
What are you saying, father?
I agree the Pandavas are not our enemies.
They are like my brothers.
But when you have decided to fight for Duryodhan..
..why this dilemma.
That is the reason for the dilemma.
It is easy to attack an enemy.
But the arrows that pierce a dear one..
..also pierce one's own heart.
Then why are you fighting?
Duryodhan knows the reason.
We are obliged to him. In his debt.
We are compelled to die protecting him.
The decision is not ours.
You are not indebted to him.
That's true! But I am not a traitor.
Whether Duryodhan wins or loses..
..I'll always be on his side.
To kill the Pandavas is my duty.
- How are you, brother! - Fine!
My respects!
What's wrong?
Why are you all silent?
Ashwathama and I had a difference of opinion.
Why are you here at this time?
Grandsire's accident has created a dilemma.
I don't' want victory at this price..
..but what can I do? I am helpless.
I have gone so far ahead in this war that..
..I cannot retreat.
Hence, I have come here to say..
..I don't want to build a palace on Pandava corpses.
If you catch Yudhishthir and give him to me..
..I promise you that..
..I will announce the end of the war.
Will you award him the death sentence?
No! Never!
I'll never have him put to death.
I understand!
After their defeat you'll give them their kingdom.
Had you thought of his yesterday..
..Grandsire would not be on a bed of arrows.
However, your proposal has pleased me.
I'll catch Yudhishthir tomorrow!
Victory to the Crown Prince!
What's it?
A spy is here with important news.
A spy.. send him in.
What's the news?
Sage Drona will attempt to arrest Yudhishthir tomorrow.
What does he think of himself?
Don't we know how to fight a war?
Is Yudhishthir a helpless cow that..
..he can take him away?
Reason, and not anger, helps fight a war, Prince.
What can Sage Drona think of himself?
We all know what to think of him.
The Sage is more difficult to tackle than Grandsire.
He will not tell you how to defeat him.
We have to think of how to do that.
You arrange to protect Yudhishthir.
Duryodhan has fired an accurate weapon.
He knew whether Sage Drona admitted it or not..
..he would hesitate to kill the Pandavas.
So, Duryodhan decided to lesson his burden.
But if he really catches Yudhishthir..
..the war will end.
A prisoner of war is a slave.
A slave is not a person but a thing.
As a slave, he would have no right to Indraprasth.
If Yudhishthir dies the war will go on..
..because Indraprasth has many heirs.
But a slave has no rights and so..
..he cannot have heirs.
So, arrange to protect Yuddhistir.
Krishna is right!
Sage Drona is to be respected.
He has many disciples in our camp.
You were both taught by the same teacher.
Satyaki and King of Matsya are disciples.
Our chief is right.
Brother is not a cow to be tamely led away.
Run.
Why are you surrounding me? Attack Sage Drona!
If he is not stopped the war will end today.
Don't worry!
How can I not worry?
It is a King's duty to worry about his soldiers.
These soldiers fighting for us..
..are a part of us.
Their corpses are as respectful as ours.
We are fighting for our rights but..
..they are fighting for us.
If you have no courage to face your teacher..
..I'll fight him!
Why are you looking there?
Our chief has asked us to protect you.
I cancel his order and..
..order you to go fight the Sage..
..so as to protect our soldiers from him.
I shall stay with you today.
My dear Bheem!
Will you disobey my order?
You all are hiding something from me!
Beware!
Stop the chariot!
Beware!
- Nephew. - Uncle.
Why do you invite your death, dear nephew?
Nephew, let me see how powerful you are.
I'll meet you at dawn again!
My respects!
No one has a right to feel sad in heaven.
Don't insult lord Indra by your sadness.
Like happiness, sadness comes from within.
A person feels sad without wanting to be said.
You are not a person but a soul!
What is left behind is gone!
No, my lady!
Nothing is left behind.
I am also my heirs.
Every day I die.
Lying on a bed of arrows, I wait for the war to end.
My ancestors gave me a contended Hastinapur.
Look at its sad condition now!
I am responsible for its condition.
My Hastinapur lies on a bed of arrows.
Every arrow piercing Bhishma..
..has also pierced India.
The Kurukshetra has become my battlefield.
I fire the arrows which pierce me.
I am Dhritrashtra as also Yudhishthir.
I was the one who staked Draupadi.
I was the one who dragged her to court.
I was the one who disrobed her.
I cannot escape this obscene reality..
..because this is my own reality.
I wish to salute my son's wounds but..
..I have no courage to face him.
"With rare value.."
"..I have found unparalleled happiness."
"I found soulmates. I lost soulmates."
"Day after day has passed by."
O warrior! O Son!
Accept Shantanu's greetings!
"Day after day has passed by."
Father! You!
My respects!
Look!
I cannot even get up to pay my respects.
Your great grandson's arrows have..
..fixed me to this piece of land.
Though they have pierced me, his arrows have..
..given me great happiness.
It is a matter of pride for you that..
..you are his ancestor.
For me, you are a matter of pride.
Not only I! The whole of India is proud of you.
O great warrior who is indebted to none!
With you as witness, I beg my motherland's forgiveness.
My crime is that..
..I loved Satyavati more than Hastinapur.
Dhritrashtra is the result of that..
..and so is Duryodhan.
My love for Satyavati was my selfish greed.
My greed even poisoned politics.
O Motherland! Forgive me!
Forgive me!
Whatever has happened..
..is gone!
I cannot be reversed.
If anyone is at fault it is I!
My love for my father was my selfish greed.
Whenever a son or a father..
..give greater importance..
..to each other, war is inevitable.
Blood will rain and corpses will pile up.
This war is the result of my own mistake.
No, my son!
Yes, father!
I tried to change the direction of the storm..
..moving towards India but..
..I was unsuccessful.
I beg forgiveness of you and all my ancestors.
This country should be..
..named after you.
I say this with all sincerity.
No, father!
The country is best named after Bharat..
..besides, I am tainted.
It is because of me that..
..India stands on the doorstep or destruction.
I, too, am guilty.
Maybe this bed of arrows..
..is a kind of repentance.
You have not done anything, my son.
India will be grateful..
..for what you have done.
Enough of lying on this bed of arrows.
Come away with me!
Heaven awaits you!
Heaven awaits me?
Yes, my son!
There are many warriors there!
But none compares with you!
Let's go!
No, father!
I cannot obey you at this moment.
Why my son?
As the eldest of Bharat's clan..
..I am the host.
I cannot go before the guests.
I can only leave after I bid farewell..
..to all those who are to leave.
Besides, I had also given you my word..
..that I would not give up my life..
..till Hastinapur is secure.
That is the meaning of wishful death.
Yes, my son.
Do not be sad for me..
..because I am not even sad for myself.
You do not need my blessing.
Even then, this Brahmin wishes to bless you.
The only reward of your life can be that..
..you attain salvation.
I cannot even ask God for this reward..
..because I am not worthy of it.
You are the only unselfish man of action.
We are all caught up in selfish desires.
O Bhishma! I must leave before you.
So, accept my last salute.
"Sage Drona pays his last Respects to Bhishma."
"The world never again will see.."
"..an unselfish man like Bhishma."