Keshava Kumara said in a specific tone as he was convening the direct message to Tejasraja that you could never take the place of his best Aacharya.
"Keshava, you just shut up, I am questioning him." Tejasraja tried to silence Keshava Kumara by scolding him as usual.
Tejasraja forgot that day he was not scolding his disciple in the privacy of the classroom, but he was scolding the prince of his kingdom in a crowded court.
"Insignificant Pundit, just control your mean tongue... how dare you order the prince to stay silent?" The General Secretary said, taking out his sword from the sheath.
"Wait, General Secretary...Uncle...please..." saying prince stood between the General Secretary and Tejasraja.
The General Secretary was compelled to control himself as he could not disrespect his prince.
"Pundit Tejasraja Ji, you probably did not notice, my Gurudev does not think it necessary to answer you. The blind cannot be shown the light of the lamp, and Gurudev knows very well who is blind in this court." Keshava Kumara said firmly.
Keshava Kumara did not want to disrespect Tejasraja, but if Tejasraja felt insulted that even not bother the prince, because Tejasraja deserved insult.
"Quiet prince...what is this way of talking to elders?... Is this what your Gurudev taught?" The king intervened and said.
Keshava Kumara turned towards his father and gave a tough look to him too because Ballabha Kumara was the person who gave orders that had an offensive demeanor toward his dear aacharya.
"No pitaashiri, my aacharya did not teach me this, but it is my common sense that there is no use in speaking to the deaf..." Keshava Kumara was saying just then King wanted to interrupt him.
Keshava Kumara raised his hand and signaled his father to keep quiet for some time.
The king was stunned by his son's behavior. He reminded himself that if he was king then his son also has the traits of the future king.
Seeing his nervous father, Keshava Kumara understood his misbehavior. He instantly low his tone.
"You tell me pitaashiri that the person should be identified by his caste or by his personality? If you say caste then I am afraid that I will not get this throne after you because there are many Kshatriyas of my caste like me in this assembly..." Keshava Kumara said the truth without any hesitation.
The king was astonished to understand the depth of Keshava Kumara's words.
The General Secretary felt proud of his prince. He came forward.
"Hey king, our Prince has asked an appropriate question. Please guide us all," said the General Secretary, smiling at Tejasraja, putting the sword back in the sheath.
General Secretary comprehended that the power of knowledge is much more lethal than the sword.
The king was compelled to think over the matter again.
"Pundit Tejasraja Ji, Prince Keshava is right. Lion has no caste. He is called a lion by his strength." King Ballabha Kumar replied thoughtfully.
That was the biggest setback for Tejasraja, yet he was not ready to accept his defeat.
"My lord, whatever you say is true, but what about the social structure that God himself has created? Is the system going on since the time of Lord Shiri Rama wrong?" Tejasraja asked again politely and innocently.
The crowd accompanying him was very happy because Tejasraja kept asking questions like that. They were very proud of their leader.
Tejasraja was somehow keeping his point all above. By asking that question, Tejasraja put both the king and the general minister in religious trouble. They couldn't find an answer. Tejasraja was delighted to know this.
Tejasraja knew no one could challenge God and God's system, so whenever you felt like you could lose, use God instantly. All risen roar will be muted in a blink of an eye.
When Keshava Kumara saw the arrogance in Tejasraja's eyes, he could not stay away from the discussion. He went back to his wisest aacharya.
"I beg you Gurudev, please answer. Not for anyone else, please answer for me. I know Pundit Tejasraja Ji is unable to hear but I will listen to you. The whole court will listen to you. Even if the whole court may not understand your logic, I will understand it. Please answer for my knowledge. Aacharya, please say something." Keshava Kumara said impatiently with folded hands.
Seeing the prince in that condition, the soldiers were frightened. After getting the signal of the king, some came forward and freed Krishna Chandra as well as retreated asking for forgiveness.
Tejasraja did not like this at all.
Freed, Krishna Chandra went to Keshava Kumara and, by placing his hand on his head, agreed to speak.
"Shishya, one of my subjects in exile was 'God'. I began an authentic search for the existence of God. Searched a lot but did not find God." Aacharya Krishna Chandra began with those words and the crowd hated it immediately.
Everyone knew what had been happened in the Brahmin Sabha, so all got the feeling that history going to repeat itself in the court of the king.
"You did not find God?" Keshava Kumara asked innocently.
"Not at all, when I went ahead with the search, I found that God has not been found by anyone."
Krishna Chandra replied innocently.
It seemed like Krishna Chandra was still surprised that he could not find God.
The crowd started whispering.
Keshava Kumara knew that the crowd would react like that only.
"And then?" Keshava Kumara said as he did not want that his aacharya to stop.
Krishna Chandra smiled because he understood the smartness of his wise shishya.
"I also spoke to those who said that they had seen God. It became clear from the conversation with them that they think that they have seen God..."
"...Have they seen it for sure?" Keshava Kumara asked while interrupting his aacharya.
"They had doubts about this too." Krishna Chandra said with a wide smile.
The crowd disliked it.
Unlike the crowd, the king and the prince were astonished.
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Vardaan 1...The Ultimate Boon
Historical FictionLife is a story and every story has a writer. As the pages of the story of life keep turning, we start to feel that there is someone who is watching as well as testing us and writing our story. He is continuously observing us with sharp eyes. There...
