Vyasa, with a genuine fatherly affection, ruffled Vidur’s hairs and said with the conviction of a clairvoyant seer, ‘Don’t waste your time and energy on being too self-conscious, Putra. You have greater things to do. There will be a devastating civil war. Posterity will learn that the sons of Dhritarashtra and Pandu fought over the throne of Hastinapur. But they will never know the real truth. They will never know that it was actually a war between Shakuni and Vidur. Everything is pre-ordained; you can’t do anything about it.’
