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Truth always procures.

"Ashwathama hataha" Bheema shouted alerting the army.
Drona collapsed hearing his son's death. He then confirmed asking Yudhister  " Is it truth does my son leave this world"
"Aswathama hataha" ( Aswathama is dead Yudhister said in the voice of confidence and whispered to himself, "iti norava kunjaraha"(But I don't know if it's an animal or human, Aswathama was an elephants name in the war)
Listening to Yudhister Drona collapsed his soul left his body in the search of his son's soul that was the right time to behead the greatest warrior of all time. The unbeatable, however all this plot of an elephant with Drona's Son Aswathama's name was created to kill Drona by the mighty Krishna.

Drishtadyumna the Brother of Draupadi on order of Krishna killed The Guru Dronacharya.
Arjuna the beloved disciple of Drona the holy devotee of his Guru was collapsed in pain and guilt.
This is called the biggest lie in the history of Hindu mythology which is ever said it's said for the Sake of Dharma by the will of Krishna.
Krishna knew all the time if Drona with Vajrayuda and Divyastra wasn't killed at right time Pandavas would never win.
So to prosper The Dharma he played the card.
Dharma the eternal law of the cosmos, inherent in the very nature of things, and every thing human, animal, bird and even a piece of rock in the universe has it's own dharma and the thing is bounded to fulfil it's dharma.
And here The Dharma was to cleanse the evil from the world through the war Mahabharat and to inspire the coming generation that only truth will endure and live.
It's always said in the history and will be said in future forever that without a lie the Dharma would never won.
And here a lie was used to sustain the truth and it was part of the dharma.

Epilogue: Rather it's a truth or a myth or just a story written but the reality is The Mahabharat can be taken as the metaphor for what is happening now and if  we now believe in the truth and live and everyone of us will procure.


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