Karna stood mighty, agonising about the havoc that the battle was, yet it was unavoidable, Suyodhana was his godfather he was the one whom he thanked his everything for. He took him from scraps made him a king, he was indeed a kingmaker atleast in his case. What would have happened if it was not for him, he would have still been in rags, unrecognized, a slumdog but look what he is now a king in all aspect except for one, what was the cost of his loyalty? nobody knew; every fate destined was to be unfolded in the war to come...the truth is very hard to explain people can follow principles & the principles not human cleanse the heart, a cleansed heart is also not the end your karmas matter then.
Times were different then, the consequences was severe, word was the truth and truth was the word. Secretive lores were never passed & people seldom had the courage to spread false information, truthfulness leading to moksha was upheld at all cost.
Karna was different from childhood, he found himself different. but time has been hard on him, lying to find a perceptor the curse afterwards moments of despair & unrecognition and then came Suyodhana his saviour, the scion of Hastinapur.
The new age is a mess nations doesn't get get uplifted from the business class, its struck with striking deals of its resources and the truth perhaps got got sunk in it, its the brand nation & yes nations are now just brands with those fancy pink dresses, walking to kitty parties have tea & snacks and running inside kitchens, definitely no truth is being upheld. The whole nation being classified under one big tag a big business enterprise, a big fat business enterprise, colonial, globally outreached & diversified in its origin & functioning & the rules you don't talk about the fight club the second rule you don't talk about the fight club and the fucking third rule, you don't fucking talk about the fight club.
The club is cozy, you were important for the enterprise, powers, occult practices, demenology and all u8nder the shades of masks.
Now Karna was a warrior and everything was for his godfather, he knew his role very well & then he knew his potential & then Karna stood mighty...
Times were different then, the consequences was severe, word was the truth and truth was the word. Secretive lores were never passed & people seldom had the courage to spread false information, truthfulness leading to moksha was upheld at all cost.
Karna was different from childhood, he found himself different. but time has been hard on him, lying to find a perceptor the curse afterwards moments of despair & unrecognition and then came Suyodhana his saviour, the scion of Hastinapur.
The new age is a mess nations doesn't get get uplifted from the business class, its struck with striking deals of its resources and the truth perhaps got got sunk in it, its the brand nation & yes nations are now just brands with those fancy pink dresses, walking to kitty parties have tea & snacks and running inside kitchens, definitely no truth is being upheld. The whole nation being classified under one big tag a big business enterprise, a big fat business enterprise, colonial, globally outreached & diversified in its origin & functioning & the rules you don't talk about the fight club the second rule you don't talk about the fight club and the fucking third rule, you don't fucking talk about the fight club.
The club is cozy, you were important for the enterprise, powers, occult practices, demenology and all u8nder the shades of masks.
Now Karna was a warrior and everything was for his godfather, he knew his role very well & then he knew his potential & then Karna stood mighty...
