Bhishma was hit, understood he would not heal. In Kurukshetra


All the time, year after year. Now, the border has changed in this century, but this nostalgic is how different from reality, it’s all because of history. Everything has its origins, its journey is called history in common language called the past. Man as an individual actor is actually history itself, man absorbs (osmosis) what he passes on the journey of life. Whether it’s taste, space and time. And the traits of great men can be known through three signs: generosity in form, humanity in the execution, not exaggeration in success.

Kurukshetra. A dispute between the Pandava family led by Puntadewa (Yudhishthira) against their cousin, the Kauravas led by Duryodhana. On the tenth day, Bhishma the warlord from Hastinapura advanced into the battlefield bravely. Bhishma is also called Devavrata is the keeper of the Bharata dynasty was the last honorable in the Kourava stronghold abstaining from women, not against when Shikhandi attacked. And the Heroine attack did not work against Devavrata. But unknowingly Dewabrata, behind Shikhandi, Arjuna fired his darts and crippled Bhishma. The arrows struck and pierced his armor, then he fell off the train, Bhishma’s body did not touch the ground because it was supported by dozens of arrows.


Decades ago

Bhishma of Hastina

Bhishma’s name in Sanskrit means “He who is a great oath”, for he vowed to live celibate forever and not inherit the throne of his kingdom. Devavrata’s name was changed to Bhishma because he performed Bhishan Pratigya, which is the vow to be celibate forever and will not inherit his father’s throne. That’s because Bhishma does not want her and her descendants to be at odds with the descendants of Satyavati, his stepmother.

The darkness of the night caught him. Above, the tight stars continued to emit their glowing light. Underneath there were no moving creatures, and Bhishma also could hear nothing but the gentle breeze shifting the blades of grass. He recalls when he was not the current Bhishma, princesses from Kassi’s kingdom, Amba came to him and asked. “What is love, Bhishma?”

Decades ago, when they were young

He raved. “I have agreed with myself that will bury love. I do not hate the love, but love has hurt me so that the love that keeps me away. Love itself leads me to avoid it. Love has tarnished my belief in love itself. Is it wrong if I refuse to love? Is it hypocritical if I deny the love in my heart? Love only makes man as a slave. Love has made me mature to understand, as well as forgive me. It takes a time to understand that love is beauty, requires a thorough and complete interpretation, this moment of love for me is only a wound that leads to a choice, fortifies itself from its charm as strongly as I can, as strong as I can. Love, body, soul and all things forgive me who is not ready to receive you.”

“Do you think, if people who have a determination to come to Hastinapura half-hearted only to meet one person only. To be rejected for an absurdity?” Amba replied.

“My path is Dharma not love!” Bhishma replied.

“You who always want to bear all responsibility alone, I really do not understand you.” Amba looked full of hatred at Bhishma.

Go away.” Banish Bhishma.


With hatred towards Bhishma, Amba meditated aloud. In his mind, there was only a desire to see Bhishma die. Because of his diligence, Shiva appears and says that Amba will be reincarnated, and contribute to Bhishma’s murder. The deity also said that Amba’s hatred of Bisma would not disappear after reincarnation. After hearing the notice from the god, Amba said. “Bhishma, I pray that you are given longevity and also health. But I also cursed you. You! Will see what you strive for, which for the sake of dharma willingly throw out the love of seeing the way it breaks to pieces. Your death will be filled with honor for others, but no more double sadness for your soul!” She made a fire and then burned herself.


That day

Bhishma was hit, understood he would not heal. The debt of Amba’s death has been avenged by Shikhandi and Arjuna. But he realized that every complaint, the disappointment that came before death was the result of what he had done in the past. He is the man on the Edge of time, seeing Kurukshetra war between brothers, Pandavas, and Kauravas fighting over the throne of Hastinapura. Something disappointing. He had once thrown out love, for the survival of the Bharata family, now to be in vain.

“Actually I’m a loser, have nothing to be proud. Indeed everything I do is for the sake of the family, for my house to stay upright. I have to humble myself. That’s why I want you, Pandavas strong. Especially Yudhishthira. I want him to be a tough man who believes in his beliefs, not easily influenced by others. No less by anything, not out of date. As a substitute for my generation. Thanks for everything, goodbye. I am a traveler in this world, I will continue my journey to other realms.”

When Bhatarayudha finished, Bhishma moksha.

Bhishma is dying

Translate from: KEMATIAN BHISMA

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