links for 2009-07-17

• Bhimsen: Episode 59 « Smoke Signals
  Krishna’s face was ashen; for all the philosophies he had spouted about life and death being an illusion, the loss of the nephew he had brought up as his own son appeared to have hit him hard.
  Arjuna was slumped in a corner, staring fixedly into the fire and seemingly oblivious of the tears that streamed down his face. A grim-faced Sahadeva sat beside him, a hand on my stricken brother’s shoulder…
  How many lessons did I still have to learn? In how many more ways would Abhimanyu continue to prove that he was better than all of us combined?
  “And now he is dead! Abhimanyu is dead! They surrounded him like jackals and brought him down – all those great warriors, those acharyas, behaving in a fashion we tribals would scorn…”
  “From now on when I kill, it is for him, for Abhimanyu. I will write the story of my brother in the blood of the cowards who brought him down!”
  (tags: abhimanyu mahabharata ghatotkatcha)