Mahabharat

Enter into a duel

or accept defeat! - Duryodhan, defeat...

Calm down!

Lord!

All the princes would return to Hastinapur tomorrow.

You have to arrange for a celebration.

Celebrate about what?

Gandhari, only victory can be celebrated.

Not failure.

And today, I have been defeated.

Defeated!

But lord, the princes of Hastinapur have been victorious.

The subjects always like celebrations.

But when my son returns

on hearing praises on the paths of Hastinapur

what would be his plight, Gandhari?

When the subjects sing praises about Pandu's sons

how would my Duryodhan tolerate it?

I...

I am blind. But my son is not.

In the lamps lighted on the doorsteps of the subjects

he would see all his desires on fire, Gandhari.

All the desires.

If one dislikes the image seen in the mirror

then the mirror isn't at fault.

Instead, the appearance is at fault.

The subjects are like the mirror.

Whatever the subjects portray is the truth.

The truth about us and Duryodhan is that

as the heir to the throne

only Yuddhistir has the authority.

How would he agree to it?

How would he?

How would my Duryodhan sacrifice

his dream to become the king?

How would he bow his head before Yuddhistir?

How would he?

Yuddhistir, let's decide right now

between us.

Who is the strongest? Who is destined to win?

I consider a duel with you as a defeat, Duryodhan.

A fight between the princes of the Kuru dynasty

isn't appropriate.

When two logs of wood are rubbed

it results in fire.

And all the woods

burn down to ashes.

I don't need a preaching. I need a result.

The throne of Hastinapur belongs to me.

You must either take an oath

that you sacrifice the throne of Hastinapur

or fight a duel.

I take an oath... - Brother!

Do not take an oath which would hurt our father's soul.

Duryodhan, I take an oath.

Whatever king Dhrithrashtra decides

I will agree with it.

To make a promise other than this

would be like deceiving the subjects of the Kuru dynasty.

And the decision of king Dhrithrashtra is

that his son

be coronated on the throne of Hastinapur.

And that will surely happen.

'Hastinapur.'

'Panchaal.'

'Dhrupad will himself'

'perform the rituals towards Ashwathama.'

'Dhrupad will himself'

'coronate Ashwathama on the throne.'

'I return the half of the divided kingdom to you.'

'You have no son of your own, anyway.'

Father... - Everything is ruined.

The way in which age old trees get destroyed in a forest fire...

In the same way, an ancient kingdom...

The popularity of which could embarrass even the Gods.

The grand valour of the ancestors...

Everything is ruined...

Everything is ruined!

If there is a forest fire

it only makes the land more fertile, father.

More trees grow on the same land.

I am sure there would come a time again

when Panchaal's flag of victory

will be hoisted on the palace of Hastinapur.

Who will bring such a time?

Who will bring such times?!

Who will bring such times?! Would you?!

You are a helpless woman.

Would you be fighting a war against those ace warriors?

You were defeated in the very first attack!