What is my Karam, my duty?
I used to visit my grandparents in Chandigarh when I was a little girl, In the morning, my grandmother, Bibbee’s singing, her chanting would wake us up as while doing her chores, her morning adulation, she would be reciting Bhagavad Gita, in Punjabi, her voice quivering a bit! Krishan ji ne rath challaya, Vich maidane lyan khrahaya Sun kunti de pootr dulare, kyon betha tu himmat hare Krishan was asking Arjun to fight while Arjun was reluctant to pick up his arms, as his enemies in the battle were after all his uncles and cousins. Bibbee had a lovely voice, melodious and strong, and I could clearly visualise Lord Krishan and Arjun standing in the middle of the two armies, having this conversation on a foggy morning with the sun struggling to rise just behind Lord Krishan, and Arjun kneeling on the ground looking hopeless and humble with his hands joined in prayer. Arjun had to kill his enemy, his uncle's sons, to regain his ki...