Bhima

And particularly he's afraid of Bhishma.

Sorry, he's afraid of Bhima.

the brother of Arjuna, that he vowed to kill all the sons of Dhritarashtra.

And therefore, despite of hearing the whole Bhagavad Gita, he is not moved.

The eldest son, Yudhishthira, was famous for his wisdom and his unfailing observance of religious rites.

The second, Bhima, was a warrior known far and wide for his valour.

Arjun, the third, was also distinguished for his bravery and especially for his skill with the bow.

And the two youngest brothers, Nakula and Sahadeva, were worthy of the kinship of the others, whom they strove to imitate in all that was manly and virtuous.

Karna turned from the glittering company of princes, held up his hand, and a charioteer, dusty and weary, dragged his feet across the arena.

To this man, the newly crowned king bent his head in lowly reverence as a dutiful son makes obeisance to his father.

Is he the son of a base charioteer? thought Bhima, and in his scornful anger he forgot his princely courtesy, and said aloud, A cattle-driver's goad would suit his hand better than the sword of a monarch.

Karna heard him, but did not speak.

The eldest son, Yudhishtra, was famous for his wisdom and his unfailing observance of religious rites.

The second, Bhima, was a warrior known far and wide for his valor.

Arjun, the third, was also distinguished for his bravery and especially for his skill with the bow.

And the two youngest brothers, Nakula and Sahadeva, were worthy of the kinship of the others, whom they strove to imitate in all that was manly and virtuous.

Karna turned from the glittering company of princes, held up his hand, and a charioteer, dusty and weary, dragged his feet across the arena.

To this man, the newly crowned king bent his head in lowly reverence as a dutiful son makes obeisance to his father.

Is he the son of a base charioteer? thought Bhima, and in his scornful anger he forgot his princely courtesy, and said aloud, A cattle driver's goad would suit his hand better than the sword of a monarch.

Karna heard him, but did not speak.

But in fact, what they were and the way this was figured out was sort of circuitous, was two figures, this Duryodhana statue and another statue just across from it.

It's Bhima and Duryodhana from the Mahabharata.

And that was eventually figured out.

This is like a key mythical scene being depicted in stone.

Kichaka was the brother-in-law of King Virata, with whom the Pandavas had taken refuge for one year.

Kichaka was killed by Bhima, who assumed the disguise of Draupadi.

For this story the Mahabharata should be referred to.

The story of Ravana is told in the Ramayana, which with the Mahabharata form the two great epic poems of the Hindus.

The eldest son, Yudhishthira, was famous for his wisdom and his unfailing observance of religious rites.

The second, Bhima, was a warrior known far and wide for his valor.

Arjuna, the third, was also distinguished for his bravery and especially for his skill with the bow.

And the two youngest brothers, Nakula and Sahadeva, were worthy of the kinship of the others, whom they strove to imitate in all that was manly and virtuous.

Karna turned from the glittering company of princes, held up his hand, and a charioteer, dusty and weary, dragged his feet across the arena.

To this man, the newly crowned king bent his head in lowly reverence as a dutiful son makes obeisance to his father.

Is he the son of a base charioteer? thought Bhima, and in his scornful anger he forgot his princely courtesy and said aloud, A cattle driver's goad would suit his hand better than the sword of a monarch.

Karna heard him, but did not speak.

The Long Thread Ancient Stories for the Present Moment This is a story from the Mahabharata.

Ghatotkacha was Bhima's son, born of the Rakshasi Hidimba, and he carried his mother's blood as much as his father's.

By day, he fought like any warrior, but after dark, he became something the Kauravas had no real answer for.

He carried his mother's gift inside him, Maya, the art of illusion, shape-shifting, sorcery woven directly into his blood.

A final weapon, fired with the only thing he had left to give.

Word reached the Pandava camp fast.

Bhima broke down completely.

His son, his own blood, gone in a single instant, on a night that had started like every other night of this war.

Ah Guru, see this line, how vast it is of Pandu fighting men, embattled by the son of Drupada, thy scholar in the war.

Therein stands ranked chiefs like Arjuna, like to Bhima chiefs, benders of bows, Virata, Yuyudhan, Drupada, eminent upon his car, Dhristaket, Chekitan, Kasi's stout lord, Purujit, Kuntibhoj, and Shaivya, with Yudhamanyu and Uttamauj, Subhadra's child, and Draupadi's, all famed, all mounted on their shining chariots.

On our side too.

Thou, best of Brahmans! See, excellent chiefs, commanders of my line, whose names I joy to count, thyself the first.

Then Bhishma, Karna, Kripa, fierce in fight, Vikarna, Aswatthaman, next to those, strong Saumadatti, with full many more, valiant and tried, ready this day to die for me their king, each with his weapon grasped, each skillful in the field.

Weakest, meseems, our battle shows, where Bhishma holds command, and Bhima, fronting him, something too strong.

Have care our captains nigh to Bhishma's ranks prepare what help they may.

Now blow my shell.