Millions of years ago there was a king named Rishabhanath. The strong king who descended from Ikshvaku clan used to rule entire Indian subcontinent. He had 100 sons and one daughter from first wife and one son and one daughter from second wife. As the king grew old, he wanted to spend his rest of life on spirituality and to attain moksha . He called his sons and distributed his entire kingdom among them. Bharat, the eldest one among 100, was given Ayodhya to rule, in the northern part of India. Bahubali, the only son of second wife, got Poudanapura in southern India. Rishabhanath went to forest. Bharat and Bahubali started to rule their kingdoms. Bharat was one of the great king. Like his father. Kingdom thrived under his rule. He was strong. He was kind. He was capable. He had all the qualities which were necessary for a ruler. Time passed. Things were running smooth. One fine day Bharat was informed that his father has attained moksha or Keval Jnana (Only knowledge). He was also ca
Well, my story doesn't start from my birth. It is further before. When I was in my mothers womb. A lot of you might have heard about me. Might have read about me. And also I may be a total stranger for few of you. I have got many names. Some among them are 'Arjun putra', 'Subhadranandan', 'Krishna Shishya' and 'Raudra dhari'. I was born to one of the greatest warrior at that time, the 3rd Pandava. My mothers name was Subhadra, the half sister of none other than the lord Krishna. Blessed I was to be in the womb of my mother because I got to know about the battles at that time itself. It was my destiny and it started from there. On that fine day when my mother was with with my maternal uncle driving somewhere. Uncle who was driving chariot was explaining about one of the interesting battlefield formation called Chakravyuha . It turned out that my mother was not interested in it but I was. A stillborn, who was slowly gaining consciousness. But unfortu