WHEN the battle was over, Krishna bade farewell to the Pandavas and went
to Dwaraka. While on his way, he met his old brahmana friend Utanga. Krishna stopped and
descending from his chariot saluted the brahmana.
Utanga returned the greeting and proceeded to make the usual enquiries
about the health and welfare of relatives. "Madhava, do your cousins the Pandavas and
the Kauravas love one another as brothers should? Are they well and flourishing?" he
The innocent recluse had not heard about the great battle that had been
fought. Krishna was astounded at the question of his brahmana friend. For a while, he
stood silent not knowing what to say in reply. Then he softly disclosed what had happened.
"Sir, a terrible battle had been fought by the Pandavas and the
Kauravas, I tried hard and applied every means to prevent the fight and make peace between
them. But they would not listen. Almost all of them have perished on the field of battle.
Who can stop the hand of fate?" Then he related all that had happened.
When Utanga heard the narrative, he was exceedingly wroth. With eyes
red with indignation he spoke to Madhava: "Vasu- deva, were you theyre standing
by and did you let all this happen? You have indeed failed in your duty.