BHIMSEN. 1. BHIMSEN by Prem Panicker Adapted from “Randaamoozham” by M T Vasudevan Nair. Kahani hamari Mahabharat ki. As a child growing up in the . (b) Panicker’s version is a creative translation so even if someone did take him to I miss those weekly updates of Bhimsen on Prem’s blog. Title: Bhimsen Author: Prem Panicker Year of Publication: Series: N/A Goodreads Rating (Avg.): Goodreads Rating (Mine): 3.

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Wonder how Panicker’s version stacks up against that As the crowd fell suddenly silent, Kama strode into the arena. Seemingly oblivious to the continuous cheering of the crowd, Arjuna walked calmly over to the farthest end of the ground and, spinning around to face the boar’s head that was the main target, he sent a dozen arrows into its mouth.

When the fires died down and the ptem finished their songs, mother lavished gifts on them – costly robes and silver trays loaded with sacks of gold coins.

Ancient Indian literature is very rich. And there is the Pandava King, Yudhishtir — the just one.

Arjuna was everyone’s favorite, though. I felt this sudden rush of affection panicoer my cousin. Within minutes the bhimxen man came back, bearing a bowl of that thick, slushy liquid.

Where were they, these supposed parents of ours? Without telling his daughter what kind of man she was going to marry he sent her off with Bhisma, accompanied by one hundred male attendants, a hundred and fifty maids, several carts filled with gold and jewels and her brother Shakuni as escort.

Two days back to back and the book is done. I sat there for a long time, alone with my thoughts, but no answers came – not even the light breeze that invariably came to stroke away my fatigue each evening, and which I always imagined was the calming touch of a gentle, affectionate father. Wonder how Randamoozham actually reads. But all this came later, probably after the first few hundred tweets. Not sure how the complexities of the novel will emerge on the screen but with MT at the helm, it should definitely be worth waiting for.

The mahouts soon got used to my being around, and since I was the only one of the Hastinapura princes who bothered to visit the elephants, they indulged me, allowing me to climb on the elephants, feed them sugarcane, and help in their washing and grooming. Next in the line of succession to his elder brother Yudhisthira and usually in the shadow of his younger brother Arjuna when it comes to charisma and skill in warfareBhima comes across as a gluttonous, slightly oafish he-man figure — or a comic foil — in many mainstream renderings of the great epic.


This article is closed for comments. In a way, much of the grandeur and supernatural we are prone to associate with the epic has been removed in the book. This was when Twitter was beginning to be popular. We walked across the threshold and into a hall lit by dozens of lamps wedged into the walls and pillars. Sukra walked up to where Drona stood, close to where I was practicing with my mace.

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My body felt stiff and sore. Some hunters we met on the way helped carry his body back to our home. Did the rock really splinter when I fell on it? That evening in the elephant corral, the mahouts told me that Bhimen had wandered into Hastinapura one evening soon after I disappeared.

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Now they could burn us to death and then shed tears and pretend it was all a tragic accident. The rishis and others who lived nearby were frequent visitors; they referred to our father as king, and paid obeisance whenever they came visiting – just one more of those things I didn’t understand at the time. The man then gave Panicoer some kind of package and walked away, out of the grounds and back into the forest.

I had waited a long time for this moment. Back pdem my room, I grabbed the one remaining perm of Sura and, without pause for breath, gulped it all down. Current Books 1 January Of Pages: Have you lost your mind?! We have to escape Have read the original malayalam version as a teenager. The balladeers ended their song to a flourish of the nadaswaram and mridangam ; after a beat, they started up again and this time, I heard them sing my name.

Yudhishtira, who had come back from the river with his hair and clothes still wet, walked around the pyre three times, with a flaming log in his hand, and then touched the log to the pyre.


My work is not done yet, Bhima decided; it will not be over as long as Ashwathama remains alive. In fact, I’ll manipulate the date and time stamp on this thing so ;rem first episode comes under this post, not above. The book initially appeared in serialised form, so each chapter is an episode and so is more or less self contained and a story in panicke.

Bhima found that Yudhisthira was opportunistic and plays his cards in a way that can give him Yudhisthira the benefit.

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It gives pprem little regional flavor to the book. Her skin felt smooth to the touch and warm, and soft, softer than the silk of my robes. That day two weeks ago, we were at our lessons; mother was minding Nakula and Sahadeva, and Arjuna was shooting off his toy arrows at the maids.

He swung, I parried; he swung again and in mid-swing, tossed his mace across his body, caught it with his left hand, reversing the direction of the blow.

Jabberwock: In Bhima’s voice: M T Vasudevan Nair’s Randaamoozham and Prem Panicker’s Bhimsen

I looked over towards the royal enclosure and found, to my surprise, that uncle Dhritarashtra and valiyamma Gandhari had decided to come for the show and had already taken their seats, with Sanjaya, whose job was to serve as my uncle’s eyes and ears, in his usual position just behind them, and my mother sitting beside valiyamma on a lower throne.

It is this style of giving a grounded narration that kept me glued to my computer screen as I finished the pages of the e-book over a weekend. He yelled in pain as he lost his balance. Even if anyone asks you, say nothing of what happened to you, and where you were these last few days. But Bheema, must pre, inflict these fairy tales on me?