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Buddhiraj Sahu

Children Stories Drama Classics

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Buddhiraj Sahu

Children Stories Drama Classics

A Different Ekalavya

A Different Ekalavya

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The gentle spring breeze was flowing while touching the body and soul of all life forms. Dried-brown leaves were carried out everywhere in that flow.

Guru Dronachrya picked up a leaf out of a childish curiosity. He felt the roughness of that leaf by moving his finger on it. Suddenly, he sensed something unusual and tore the leaf with little effort. Now, he realised:the leaf was made out of thin paper with the dry-brown leaf like pattern painted on it.

He looked around and got surprised to see lots of such fake leafs flying around and scattered on both sides of a narrow path.


Upon following the pathway, he saw a hut filled with tiger and deers. He was astonished to see tigers and dees together sleeping outside of that hut. After a closer look, he discoverd them to be some very delicate detailed painting and sclupters kept outside as showpieces.

He was puzzled to see such lively paintings. He wondered who is the human other than his best student Arjuna who has such a marvellous drawing hands.

“Guruji”

Someone called from behind.


That sound was of Ekalavya, that freelance student of arts who once applied for the DAA i. e Dronachrya Academy of Arts but was rejected due to his recalcitrance to other students from aristocratic background.

Ekalavya narrated him how he managed to live and found work without a bachelor degrree. He was proud to have practiced those arts and scluptures for more than 1000 hours and met a lot of people using linked-in. And, he told him that he worshipped him as his master.

Guru Dronachrya listened to him with a tsunami of hatred and jealousy filled in his heart. Upon showing a figure of him, which Ekalavya worships everyday he was little pleased. Then, he made his dark move.


“Son Ekalavya, I am very much pleased to see your progress in this field, but you know greatness can’t be achieved without giving Guru-Dakshina (repayment to one’s master). ”

Ekalavya nodded gently, agreeing to his virtual master.

He said, “Sure, Guruji just ask me what you want I will provide that without any question. ”

“Finger. . I want your thumb and index finger”the words from Guruji made his mind stop for a moment as if lightning struck.

Without letting his beloved guruji notice the nervousness in his face, he replied -“Guruji I am working on my masterpiece now, plz come to me after two days I will give both of my important body parts to you. Plz wait for two days. ”


Guru Dronachrya left his place. He was thinking how he made fool of Ekalavya and now his best student Arjun is going to be the best artist(sclupture and painting)in the world.

Two days passed….

Guru Dronachrya reappeared at Ekalavya’s hut again, with a evil smile drawn on his lips. He was ready to see his poor student with a blank future, holding those two fingers i. e the life of his livings as an artist.

“Ekalavya”

“Yes Guruji” Ekalavya came out of his hut. With band-aids on right hand holding those bloodstained lifeless fingers in left palm. .

Everything happened in a mechanical way, in a little time. Receiving the

Guru-Dakshina Guru Dronachrya left. After, going far from the sight of Ekalavya he threw the bloodstained finger to some wild dogs. Watching the dogs fighting with each other and tearing the fingers into pieces, Dronachrya’s heart was beating fast with amusement.


The gentle breeze turned wild with his laughter. He thought, now the future of Ekalavya is over, noone can stop Arjun from becoming the best artist in the whole world. He left.

Now, it was the time for Ekalavya to roar. He unwrapped the band-aids and did a little stretch.

He said, “Dronachrya, What a shame?to save his ego he was thinking to kill my future. But, never forget Gururji. I am the pro-artist. The finger I gave you was fake. It was the masterpiece I mentioned earlier. Such a fool. ”


A mild breeze passed through the surrounding. Ekalavya was standing near his hut, he had neither guilt nor sorrow. With a pure conscience.


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