'Time stands in the ruins of your life's values..'
'..narrating the story of this great war..'
'..which has ended and yet, still to end.'
'Because I had said on the very first day..'
'..this war is the fate of every present and future.'
'Which is why I am taking various roles..'
'..that of a sage, a teacher and a mother..'
'..while narrating this epic tale to you.'
'This tale is not only the past.'
'It is the present and future.'
'Hence, come with me to Hastinapur and..'
'..see what happens after a war like this.'
Vidur!
You have returned after so long!
Look at the tear stained face of your elder brother.
I am sure you have come here to mourn for me.
Should I bless you with a long life?
No, Brother! No!
Then express your sorrow and go away!
Leave me alone with my tears.
Maybe you never got the news that..
..my dear son Duryodhan is dead.
Vidur..
Bheem broke his thigh during mace warfare.
Broke his thigh, Vidur.
Brother!
Won't you even express your sorrow?
My brother.
Our politics was never worthy of..
..expressing sorrow over his death.
My Dushasan was not politics.
My Duryodhan was not politics.
Gandhari's other sons were not politics.
They were my sons, Vidhur! My sons!
They were your sons..
..but they lived like pawns on the political chessboard.
They marched ahead, and..
..were beaten and removed from the chessboard.
Don't forget, it was you who staked them.
And you lost!
Victory and defeat are a part of dice.
It is I who is unhappy.
Bonded to them, I walked..
..between justice and injustice..
..merely watching the game.
Unable to do anything.
My hundred sons died during this war..
..and you call it a game?
Do you have a book on ethics in place of your heart?
Are you so hard-hearted that..
..my tears have no effects on you?
Is this your religion?
Don't talk of religion, brother!
Don't talk of religion.
Religion is not a parrot which will repeat..
..whatever you teach it!
You cannot use religion to your convenience..
..because religion spreads itself all over the Universe..
..and beyond it!
Religion means keeping the air pure for breathing.
Religion means keeping the water pure for drinking..
..and protecting the trees.
To fight against you in this war is also religion.
Hence, bless the Pandavas.
They have faced innumerable hardships..
..to protect their religion.
Was I the only evil one?
Is Dhritrashtra evil?
His powerful arms cannot carry his sons' corpses.
Had you not strayed from the path of religion..
..you would not be mourning for your sons.
In this crucial moment of test you proved to be..
Brother, you've only proved yourself as a father.
Only as a father.
That is your misfortune and Hastinapur's.
Your ambition and filial love..
..drove out religion from your court.
My brother.
Religion does not mean dividing the kingdom.
But you did exactly that!
Religion does not mean raising walls between hearts.
But you did exactly that!
Religion means breaking down walls between hearts.
But you did not do that!
Surrendering to temptation is not religion.
My brother.
For you, religion is a bitter truth.
Accept it! Welcome it!
You still haven't lost everything..
O Devotee of bitter words!
What is left but the corpses of my loved ones?
You still have your soul.
And God reigns supreme in your soul.
Try to save both of them!
Stand at some crossroad of Hastinapur and scream!
O Hastinapur! Forgive me!
Forgive me!
Should I ask forgiveness of that Hastinapur..
..which did not even mourn with me..
..when I lost a hundred sons.
Why should it? You should have mourned for it.
You lost a hundred sons..
..but Hastinapur sacrificed innumerable sons.
But the warriors you claim to be your sons..
..are also Hastinapur's sons!
They are also Hastinapur's sons!
Will religion take away even my son?
Will it not leave me the right to cry over my sons?
Why not?
But religion is like the river.
..in that fields, nearby land..
..and residents which gives water to all..
..but none can claim to own it!
It is a father's duty to love his sons..
..but religion does not have a family.
You did not think of that!
You placed the flame of ambition in his hand..
..and told him it was the moon.
Why would he not believe his beloved father?
My brother..
You placed one flame after another..
..till his whole hand caught fire.
It was this fire which destroyed him.
My brother..
..it was your ambition which dragged him to Kurukshetra.
Therefore, my brother..
..History will hold you responsible for this war.
You are the past..
..which tried to stop the future with a wall of your sons, corpses.
You speak the bitter truth as usual..
..but why does your voice seem moist with tears?
My voice seems moist with tears..
..because I am crying.
Because I am crying.
Will you listen to a request?
Yes, my brother..
..because there is none left by my side.
What do you want?
The victorious Pandavas have entered Hastinapur.
They'll come to pay respects.
After you bless them, let's leave for forest.
Hastinapur seems to be..
..a forest of crying eyes
You are Hastinapur's past.
It is your duty to welcome the present..
..and then lose yourself in the darkness of time.
Therefore, try to forget your unhappiness.
Queen Gandhari and Queen Kunti..
..have decided to leave Hastinapur with you.
I cannot face them, Vidhur!
Face them you must for that is your salvation.
That is your punishment and your repentance.
They are two mothers..
..who stood at either end of Kurukshetra..
..with the corpse of their fate.
When you are with them you'll realise..
..what you did to Hastinapur which was once dear to you.
Your being with them will make you realise..
..the price Hastinapur paid for your ambitions.
Long live Emperor Yudhishthir!
Wipe away your tears..
..and welcome your victorious sons like a warrior.
Yes, brother.
Long live Emperor Yudhishthir!
Welcome to this unhappy palace of tears..
..Emperor Yudhishthir.
Won't let us pay our respects?
First pay your respects to elder father.
I won't run away!
Welcome, Krishna.
How are you, Mahatma Vidhur?
This question has no meaning in today's Hastinapur.
But you have asked this question.
Maybe it is I who is mistaken for..
..you'll never ask a meaningless question.
I don't know how I am!
My heart is a palace of mourning..
..where there are no mourners.
I think you should be the first to meet elder brother.
As you wish!
Come! Come!
Come one at a time so that I can recognise you.
Krishna!
This broken man welcomes you, O Krishna!
Krishna pays his respects to the king of Hastinapur.
I thought you would first..
..express sorrow for the death of my sons.
I don't believe in formalities, my king!
Those who died had chosen that path.
Besides, expressing sorrow opens old wounds, O king!
Why do you keep calling me the king?
Don't you know I have been defeated in this war?
Yudhishthir is now the king!
You were right when you said..
..History will hold me responsible for this war.
It'll hold you responsible because you are responsible.
Don't keep calling me the king.
When I was the king..
..Grandsire sat on my left.
Then sage Drona and Sage Kripa.
Duryodhan took his place as the crown prince.
My hundred sons graced the court..
..like nectar graces the wine jar.
Even if I am king, it is of a vacuum.
I had every right to the throne, Krishna.
After me, my son Duryodhan was the rightful heir.
Like a true warrior, after my defeat in war..
..I vacated the throne.
But that does not mean..
..I have no blessing for Yudhishthir.
My respects, elder father.
May you live long!
May you be famous!
Welcome to your palace, O Emperor
No, elder father! You are still the king.
Along with your elder father I am also a warrior, Yudhishthir.
Don't insult me by gifting me an empire.
Call your brothers!
Bheem, Arjun, Nakul and Sahadev.
Bheem, come near me!
Don't touch my feet!
Embrace me!
Duryodhan!
O my dear Pandu!
Forgive me, Pandu!
I have killed your son Bheem.
No, O king!
I knew how angry you were.
So, I did not let Bheem come close to you
Is my Bheem still alive?
I am waiting for your blessings, elder father.
If you are still angry, I'll embrace you!
No, my son! Don't say that!
A father who has lost all his sons..
..will not dare lose his younger brother's sons.
May I wipe off the blood from your chest?
May you live long!
My respects, elder father!
May you live long!
Sage.
Greetings, O sage.
May fortune favor you!
My luck lies shattered in Kurukshetra, O sage!
It does not befit you to be angry.
You refused to bless your son with victory because..
..he was straying from truth.
How can you think of cursing the Pandavas?
The Gandhari who refused to bless Duryodhan..
..was the queen of Hastinapur.
The Gandhari who thinks of cursing the Pandavas..
..is a mother who has..
..lost a hundred sons in one war.
Wipe your tears with the shrouds of..
..Abhimanyu and Draupadi's sons.
Don't try to recognize the corpses..
..lying in the battlefield in the war between truth and evil!
Every corpse lying on the battlefield is your own!
A holy war should be fought according to a code.
Why am I so unhappy at Dushasan's death?
Bheem should not have drunk his blood!
This is not the time for analysis, Gandhari.
Leave the analysis to History! It is good at it!
History never makes mistakes.
Even if you still want to curse them, do so!
They'll consider it a blessing!
"With mothers like these.. the honour of the country grows!"
"Blessed is this person."
"Blessed is motherhood."