In the heart of the great forest, where the Periyar river sang its ancient song, lived a young Nishada boy named Ekalavya. His skin was dark like the monsoon cloud, and his eyes held the fire of a thousand archers.
"Give me your right thumb."
Blood flowed like the red hibiscus. He bowed and placed the thumb at Drona's feet. vyasa mahabharatham malayalam pdf
"Dronacharya is the greatest guru," he whispered to himself. "But he will never teach me. I am a hunter's son."
One afternoon, the Kauravas and Pandavas were hunting in the forest. A dog strayed near Ekalavya's ashram. Before the dog could bark, Ekalavya sealed its mouth with seven arrows – without drawing blood. In the heart of the great forest, where
Drona walked to the Nishada boy. "Ekalavya, who is your guru?"
Ekalavya smiled. Without a tear, without a tremble, he took his sharpest arrow, placed his thumb on a stone, and cut it clean. He bowed and placed the thumb at Drona's feet
"Ekalavya," Drona said, his voice cracking, "if I am your guru, then give me guru dakshina."
Arjuna stood frozen. "Guruji," he said, "how can anyone shoot like this? I thought I was your best student."
Ekalavya bowed low. "You, Guruji. Your statue taught me."