The Mother of Yuyutsu

She lived in the Palace in the quarters of the Princess. Yet she had no luxury. She came to the Palace when she was just three years old and stayed there. She was trained by the housekeeping staff since she was five years old. She was of the Princess's age and became her Sakhi and playmate. She helped the princess with her daily chores at an age when she could not do her's properly. She heard at the servant quarters every night from the Queen's Sakhis how they were not supposed to have a life or dream of their own. The Princess's life was theirs ever since they could remember. She sat silently. She blamed no one. Her father had been so poor that he couldn't feed her, and the kind King gave her shelter. She did not remember her family anymore. The Princess was her everything. She was like an elder sister she loved.
The princess married the would-be emperor of the biggest neighbouring country, and as per tradition, she followed her mistress. The husband of the princess was blind and moody. She consoled her princess in her days of sorrow.
" I know this is not what you wanted, Princess. A beautiful person like you should have had a brave warrior as a husband. But my lady, your parents did not have the power to refuse the great warrior Bhishma. He would have ruined Gandhar if we refused his nephew."
" I know that, Sukhada, but my heart does not understand. He thinks I am mocking him with this blindfold, and he does not love me."
" Give him a son, My Lady. Every royal loves a wife who gives him a son. And you have a boon for a hundred from Mahadev."
The Princess was pregnant in a few months. After the younger prince went into exile with his wives, the blind prince became King. Everyone rejoiced that the Queen was pregnant. But this strange pregnancy continued for over a year. Every Kaviraj was called upon, but in vain. The news arrived of the Younger Prince's first child. The Blind King was angry at his wife. His sons can not be kings!
" Send in maid Sukhada at my service." The moody Blind King roared in anger to his guards.
News arrived at the Inner Palace. The king has called upon the Queen's Sakhi. The Queen was in tears. She was scared. She did not want to offend the only person she had by being a pleasure to her husband. But the King's Orders were to be kept.
" What is happening, My Lady? Why has he called upon me tonight when he should have been with his pregnant Queen?" She wept.
" Go fulfil your Master's desire, Sukhada." The Queen's voice was calm and composed.
" But My Lady... I am your Sakhi. I am not the King's slave." Her voice tried to suppress her anger.
" But Sukhada, I am the King's Slave. He is my Master and hence yours." The Queen clearly showed her discontent with this marriage.
She was bathed and dressed with garlands and perfumes and made to take fruits to the king's chambers as per tradition. She was thus forcefully possessed by the king's lust.

The palace was abuzz with the arrival of the hundred Princes and one Princess. But the servant quarters were celebrating the birth of her child, he who was the king's second-born son. Yuyutsu was taken away from her at a tender age, and her protest was in vain. He was a prince. He deserved a prince's luxury and lessons along with his stepbrothers. But the Hundred Princes always mocked him as the Daasi Putra.
"Why am I mocked by my brothers, Mother? Why am I his Son but you, not his Wife??"
Yuyutsu's innocent questions were unanswerable. The world was a cruel place. She hugged him and cried.

The war was near. Yuyutsu was about to make the toughest decision of his life. Should I support the stepbrother who always treated me like a servant for the wrong or the cousins who respected me for Dharma? His decision was easy. He would be an informer. His mother was with him on the right side.
He fought bravely for the Pandavas and was the only surviving bloodline of Dhritarashtra. He was appointed guardian and guide of the future king Parikshit. She, at last, got her deserved honours through him during the rule of the Pandavas. He was the only surviving heir who had the right to help Dhritarashtra cross over to the Vaitarani. She spent all her life being just and honest, yet abused and humiliated by life, but through her son Yuyutsu, she finally got the honour she deserved.

A Journey Called PrAja

Love is a relationship based on trust and understanding. It is also a bond that is made up there. People often ask, "Why them?" I end up telling them some folklore. I end up telling them about how she actually was his shadow in the forests, in bad times. Because love passes all its tests in the worst times when you don't give up on each other. So, here's to My Pratap and His Ajabdeh! Ps. This is about the show Bharat Ka Veer Putra Maharana Pratap on Sony by Contilloe Starring Faisal Khan, Roshni Walia, Sharad Malhotra and Rachana Parulkar. This is NOT their real story. The show aired from 2013 to 2015. Ajabdeh, the simple, strong yet gentle samantputri, was starstruck seeing the down-to-earth Kunwar Pratap, the crown prince of Mewar. She was clueless that he held the key to her heart, her lost mala that destiny had chosen him for. Na na na na na Chan Chan Chan Chan na na na na! A comedy of errors followed, as she threw the pail of water on him, fumbled at his presen...

Maharana Pratap: The Sun of Mewar

Many of you have read my fan fiction as well as historical representations of the life and times of Maharana Pratap Singh of Mewar. I provided small details of his life in many articles. But never have I ever made a separate historical post on him. It is very difficult to put together his life without the help of folklore because historical evidence is scarce. This one was requested, and hence here it goes. Needless to say, this one is very special. This is a blend of history and folklore. Leave your love. ❤️ Background and Birth: The year was 1540. Mewar was under a cloud of uncertainty. Banbir, their ruler for four years now, was a very incompetent ruler who always spent his time in luxury, drinking and dancing with girls. The crown prince Udai Singh was rumoured to have been killed by him. Chittorgarh was in darkness. Around March 1540, Mewar once again saw hope as some trusted generals, along with Kunwar Udai Singh, attacked Chittorgarh, taking Banbir by surprise. He was soon ...

Bijolia: Her Home

Journey to Bijolia: Lost Kingdoms and Timeless Temples of Mewar Bijoliya translates to a stop between two cities. Nestled in Rajasthan’s Bhilwara district, Bijolia sits 55km from Bundi and 105km from Chittorgarh on the well-travelled Bundi-Chittorgarh road. Once part of Mewar, this seemingly sleepy town guards a rich and layered past: it was ruled from the 11th to the 13th century by the Punwars (or Parmar Rajputs) before falling under the Chauhan dynasty, who shifted the region’s capital to Bhilwara and constructed the imposing fort there. After a brief Chauhan rule, Bijolia was reclaimed by Rana Kumbha and became an integral part of the Mewar kingdom, with the Parmars serving as local Raos, representatives and stewards of the royal house. Despite its history and the famed Bijolia inscriptions (a treasure for historians), Bijolia has never found a seat on Rajasthan’s primary tourist circuit, especially if you’re venturing out by public transport or private car. While a handful of...

The Emperor's First Wife

Ruqaiya Sultana Begum was born to Babur's second surviving son, Hindal Mirza, and his wife, Sultanam Begum, in 1542 C.E., merely a few months after Hamida Banu gave birth to the heir Jalaluddin Mohammad Akbar. She was well-versed in Persian, Urdu and Arabic and was attracted to poetry and music. Being a proud descendant of the Timurid clan, most of Rukaiya's childhood was spent in Kabul, near the Bagh E Babur, built by Babur himself. From early childhood, she had seen the struggle of her family to regain their lost power in Hind. In 1551 C.E., just after her father died young at a battle for Humayun, leaving her and her mother in the harem of the emperor, it was Hamida Banu who wanted the marriage of Rukaiya to her first cousin, Akbar. Theirs was the first in-house marriage of the Mughals, soon to be followed by many more in the generations to come. At the mere age of nine, she had married the crown prince, and when Humayun won back Lahore, she was fifteen. At the mere age ...

The Buddhist Empress of India

Many historians believe that although Devi was the first wife of Asoka, his Buddhist queen, Asandhimitra, was not the same person. However, some also theorise based on Buddhist and Jain stories that they were in fact the same person, and the reason for that is that they don't seem to appear in the timeline together. Devi disappears when Asandhimitra arrives at the scene rather abruptly to do her charitable work. Hence, I personally believe they were one and the same. This story, however, is a retelling of folklore and not history. Please do not consider this piece of fiction as history. The whole village of Vidisha Nagari was buzzing with activity. Every home was being cleaned, and cooking preparations were on. The youngest prince of Magadha was coming to a halt the night at their village on his way to Ujjain. Great unrest was reported at Ujjain, and the youngest prince, as the general of this region, was being sent by the emperor to solve the issue. The villagers were scared as th...

The Idea of Independence

Independence is not merely about a free country, a flag or a democracy or a monarchy as the power seat of a region. It is a feeling and a choice. Entitlement to one’s own opinion and rights. Often, a reason to reform. Independence is about individuality and mass. As we grow up, we often write essays on “My Inspiration.” The word inspiration is, in reality, deeper than we understand at that young age and is more often than not merged with our childhood ideas of an ideal man, an idol, or someone who helps us, namely, our own teachers or parents. Some of the students even mug up essays that tell the tales of the lives of Swami Vivekananda or Mahatma Gandhi. But it takes us years, or even perhaps a lifetime, to be mature enough to know and understand the true meaning of inspiration and idol. When we do, it is then that we choose ones that appeal to our morals, thoughts and souls. I remember Independence Day as a child. Every 15 th of August used to be about our locality dressed up in ...

Chittorgarh: The First Jauhar

The concept of Jauhar holds a profound place in Rajputana history. It is a ritual where Rajput women willingly choose death by jumping into a fire altar, invoking the gods, and embracing honour rather than living under the humiliation of enemy conquest. Unlike Sati, Jauhar was never forced or compulsory; it was considered the most honourable death a Rajputani could choose when their men lost battles and the enemy laid siege. The Historical Setting: Jauhar Gate and Chittorgarh Fort Chittorgarh Fort once housed the palace of Rana Ratan Singh near the famed Vijay Stambh and his Jal Mahal at the fort’s main gate. When Alauddin Khilji invaded Chittor, much of this was destroyed. However, later ruler Rana Kumbha rebuilt the Jal Mahal and re-established the Jauhar Sthal to honour Queen Padmavati (also known as Padmini). Ratan Singh, who ruled Mewar during Khilji’s reign as Sultan of Delhi, was known to be a peace-loving monarch who enjoyed music and poetry. One of his court poets, Ragha...

Maa Durga: Weapons and Iconography

Mythology: Origin story & Chandi Path The Srimat Devi Bhagawatam , also known as the Devi Puran, a sub-Purana attributed to Shiva Mahapurana, depicts the story of the “birth” and achievement of Devi Durga. The word Durga and related terms appear in the Vedic literature, such as in the Rigveda hymns 4.28, 5.34, 8.27, 8.47, 8.93 and 10.127, and in sections 10.1 and 12.4 of the Atharvaveda. A deity named Durge appears in section 10.1. 7 of the Taittiriya Aranyaka . But the most famous depiction detailed in mythology about the goddess comes from thirteen chapters of the Devi Mahatmya of the Markandeya Purana . It is also famously known as the Chandi Path, which is mainly referred to by the Bengalis for Durga Pujo. Though the Chandi Path starts from Madhu and Kaitava’s birth from Vishnu’s sleeping body and finally being slain, we will focus on the story of Durga. Parvati’s association with this particular form of iconography comes from the story of Shumbha and Nishumbha, t...

Sisodiya: Kings, Queens and Princes (1538 - 1597)

I am back with another History post, this time it is on the wives and sons of Rana Udai Singh II of Mewar, his son and heir Maharana Pratap and Rana Amar Singh. This is a continuation of the Sisodia Family History I posted some time back. The information has been taken from Annals of Mewar by James Todd, Maharana Pratap by B.N. Rana, and Maharana Pratap by Rima Hooja. Udai Singh II was the son of Ranisa Karnawati and Rana Sangram Singh. He was born on 4th August 1 522, at Chittorgarh and died on 28th February 1 572 at Gogunda . He was the Ruler of the Sisodia Dynasty. He is believed to have 56 sons and 2 5 wives, apart from the many insignificant queens in his Rani Mahal. Here is a list of his main queens and their sons. Maharani Jaivanta Bai Songara of Jalore was his chief queen and consort. Her son is Maharana Pratap. He was married to her before he went to war with Banbir, as her father, Akshayraj Rao, was a friend and ally of his father, Rana Sanga. Saj...

The Evil Ansh

The King of Devas and Devguru Brihaspati were travelling to Kailash to meet the holy Lord. On the way to the Jungle, they met a naked man deep in meditation. The vain King asked the man the way. The man was so deep in his meditation that he did not reply. Fierce at this kind of humiliation, the God of Thunderstruck the man with it. The man opened his hand and neutralised the bolt. His third eye opened in rage, paralysing the King of Devas. However, he controlled his anger and instead of turning the King to ashes, the energy from his third eye met the Oceans. " Prabhu? Forgive Indra, for he did not know who you were." Brihaspati pleaded. " DevGuru. This is my Kailash, where no man is greater than the other. He is not the king here. He should treat a man like he wants to be treated." " Please forgive him, My Lord." The ever-forgiving Bholenath smiled. Miles away from the God of the Oceans, Samudradev found a baby. His wails were disturbingly loud. It did n...

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