Surtakarma: The Forgotten Son

Chapter 19: The Coronation of Duryodhana

The morning of Duryodhana's coronation was one of splendor and sanctity, steeped in the rich traditions of Hastinapur. The palace, bathed in the golden light of dawn, was adorned with fragrant garlands and vibrant banners, signaling the importance of the day.

In the royal courtyard, dignitaries, ministers, and noble families from across the kingdom gathered, their eyes fixed on the ceremonial platform where the sacred rituals were about to unfold. The air was thick with anticipation, as the moment approached when Duryodhana would be crowned King of Hastinapur.

Duryodhana, dressed in a simple white dhoti and shawl, stood at the center of the courtyard. His expression was one of solemn resolve, fully aware of the significance of the moment. By his side were his most trusted allies—Karna and Bhishma—who had stood by him through every challenge.

The sacred bath, the abhisheka, began with the royal priests chanting ancient Vedic hymns, their voices resonating through the courtyard. Duryodhana was led to the ceremonial platform, where large vessels filled with holy water from the rivers Ganga, Yamuna, Saraswati, and other sacred sources were placed.

As the rituals concluded, it was time for the final steps of the coronation. King Dhritarashtra, guided by Sanjaya, approached the platform. Though blind, Dhritarashtra's presence commanded respect, and his deep love for his son was evident in every step he took.

Dhritarashtra: (his voice trembling with emotion) "My son, today you fulfill the destiny that has long been awaited. As your father and king, it is my honor to place this crown upon your head."

With great care, Dhritarashtra lifted the ceremonial crown, studded with precious jewels, and placed it on Duryodhana's head. The crown, a symbol of the authority and responsibility of the throne, rested perfectly on Duryodhana, who bowed his head in reverence.

At that moment, Karna stepped forward, holding a beautifully crafted flower garland. His expression was one of deep respect and friendship, as he gently placed the garland around Duryodhana's neck.

Karna: "Duryodhana, you are not just my king but my dearest friend and brother. May this garland remind you of the bond we share, and may it bring you victory and honor in all your endeavors."

Duryodhana stood tall, now adorned with both the crown and the garland, his presence exuding the confidence and strength of a true king. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices echoing through the courtyard.

Duryodhana: "I vow to uphold the honor of this great kingdom, to protect its people, and to rule with fairness and strength."

As the formal ceremony concluded, the royal family and their guests moved to the palace's grand hall for a celebratory feast. The mood was one of joy and camaraderie, with music, dance, and laughter filling the air.

Kartikraj, who had watched the entire ceremony with admiration, found himself standing beside Lakshman, Duryodhana's son, and Lakshmana, his daughter. The young princes and princess, filled with excitement, exchanged glances, knowing that this day marked the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

Lakshman: (grinning) "What do you think, Kartikraj? Will you have a coronation as grand as this when your time comes?"

Kartikraj chuckled, shaking his head.

Kartikraj: "I don't know about that, Lakshman. But I do know that watching your father today has been inspiring. There's a lot to learn from him."

Lakshmana, who was always quick to join in the conversation, smiled warmly.

Lakshmana: "Father has always been a figure of strength and pride for us. Today, he has shown the world what we already knew—that he is a king in every sense."