Mahabharata

by C. Rajagopalachari

Bhishma smiled as the arrows continued to come down thick on him, and turning to Duhsasana, said: “Ah, these are Arjuna’s arrows! These cannot be Sikhandin’s, for they burn my flesh as the crab’s young ones tear their mother’s body.” Thus did the grandsire look upon his dear pupil’s arrows and, while saying this to Duhsasana, he took up a javelin and hurled it at Arjuna. Arjuna met it with three arrows which cut it to pieces, even as it was speeding through the air. Bhishma then decided to end the combat and made as if to dismount from his chariot, sword and shield in hand, but before he could do so, his shield was cut to pieces by Arjuna’s arrows. With arrows sticking all over his body so thickly that there was not even an inch of intervening space, Bhishma fell headlong to the ground from his chariot. As he fell, the gods, who looked on from above, folded their hands in reverent salutation and a gentle breeze, laden with fragrance and cool raindrops, swept over the battlefield. Thus fell the great and good Bhishma, the son of Ganga- Ganga, who came on earth to hallow it and all it bears. The blameless hero who, unasked made the great renunciation to give joy to his father, the undefeated bowman who had humbled the pride of Rama of the axe, the selfless worker for righteousness sake, thus repaid his debt to Duryodhana, and lay wounded to death sanctifying with his life-blood the battlefield. As the grandsire fell, the hearts of the Kauravas also fell along with him. Bhish...