Sibling jealousy is not new to our age. It has been there
since time immemorial. Right from the very beginning of time, even the gods
have shown signs of immense jealousy towards the demons and and other gods.
More than five thousand one hundred years ago, the Kaurava,
the jealous princes of Kuru clan, lived with a bitterness against the Pandava,
their five pious cousins.
The Pandavas being the sons of Pandu, the rightful king,
were thus the rightful heirs to the throne. Pandu accidentally killed a couple of
hermits (ouch) disguised as deer while mating
(double ouch) and incurred a curse that he'll die likewise. Thus his
wife Kunti, by virtue of sage Vyasa's foresight, blessing and boon, invoked
five gods to bestow upon her and Maduri, his other wife, five children possessing
their characteristics.
Thus were born the eldest Yudhishira (son of Yama Dharmaraj, god of death,
time and righteousness), Bheema (son of Vayu, wind), Arjuna (son of Indra, king of all gods) and, Nakula and Sahadeva (sons of the Ashwini Twins, gods of health).
The Kaurava were the sons of the blind king Dhritharashta,
who was a caretaker during Pandu's self-imposed exile, and the blind-folded
queen Gandhari, who was so jealous when Kunti had children before her. (What an
idiot! No wonder the Kaurava were later so messed up.) This resulted in Gandhari's pregnancy being divided into a hundred and
one children.
Dhuryodhana, the eldest Kaurava, brayed like a donkey when he
was born. Thunder sounded and lightning flashed, and wolves howled. Vidhura,
Dhritarahtra's brother and son of a maid servant, warned the king that these were ill omens and to kill the
child ASAP!!! But the blind king was too blind to listen. (I suppose he was both blind and deaf to the truth.)
One day, Dhuryodhana poisoned a bowl of pudding and offered
it to Bheema. The latter, being young innocent, naive and ever ready to eat,
accepted it without suspicion. The
poison rendered Bheema unconscious and Dhuryodhana rolled him into the nearest river.
Deep down in the river, poisonous snakes bit Bheema and sucked
out all the venom from his body. The they escorted him to their palace.
"Who are you?" Asked the king.
"Bheema, son of Kunti!" Said Bheema, proudly.
"Is that so?" Said the King and gave Bheema another
drink. "That makes you my nephew."
This drink gave Bheema, the unmatched in strength, even more
strength - the strength of a thousand elephants.
When Bheema returned to his brothers, he told them about what had happened.
"Dhuryodhana is your brother. Don't speak ill of
him." Yudhishtira, the eldest Pandava said.
"Alright then, the poison was wonderful." Bheema
said, sarcastically. "May I have some more?"