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<p><em>asmāka</em><em>á¹</em><em> tu vi</em><em>ś</em><em>hi</em><em>á¹£</em><em>h</em><em>á¹</em><em>ā</em><em> ye t</em><em>ā</em><em>nnibodha dwijottama<br>n</em><em>ā</em><em>yak</em><em>ā</em><em> mama sainyasya sanj</em><em>ñā</em><em>rtha</em><em>á¹</em><em> t</em><em>ā</em><em>nbrav</em><em>ī</em><em>mi te</em><em></em></p>



<p>English Translation : <strong>O best of Brahmins, hear too about the principal generals on our side, who are especially qualified to lead. These I now recount unto you.</strong></p>



<h2 class="wp-block-heading" id="h-duryodhana-s-backhanded-provocation-of-dronacharya">Duryodhana&#8217;s Backhanded Provocation of Dronacharya</h2>



<p>Tensions crackled through the Kaurava ranks as Duryodhana&#8217;s pointed words cut through the pre-battle tensions. His eyes settled on the formidable figure of Dronacharya, the venerated teacher whose expertise had trained generations of Kuru warriors. Yet the wily prince&#8217;s gaze held a spark of insolence.</p>



<p>&#8220;Dwijottama,&#8221; Duryodhana addressed his elder, the honorific dripping with thinly-veiled condescension. A Brahmin by birth, Dronacharya had risen to become a supreme master of military science. But Duryodhana&#8217;s barbed tongue questioned whether the aging guru&#8217;s resolve would falter when bloodshed began.</p>



<p>The prince&#8217;s words hung like an unspoken challenge. If <strong>Dronacharya</strong> did not display the ruthless valor expected of a consummate warrior, he would be relegated to the status of a pampered palace priest &#8211; more interested in fine foods than combat. It was a denigrating reminder that for all <strong>Dronacharya&#8217;s </strong>knowledge, he remained a Brahmin at heart.</p>



<p><strong>Duryodhana</strong> knew the implication stung. He had witnessed his teacher&#8217;s humiliation and deprivations in younger days, miseries that had fueled Dronacharya&#8217;s determination to master the arts of war and archery. To question that hard-won skill was to dishonor the very identity the aging Brahmin had forged.</p>



<p>Yet the prince&#8217;s slight had purpose beyond petty provocation &#8211; he sought to light a fire that would push Dronacharya to implacable ferocity when blades crossed. The Kaurava prince understood too well the debts of honor, loyalty and love that could shackle a warrior&#8217;s fury against those he had tutored or treasured.</p>



<p>And so, having issued his challenge, Duryodhana swiftly turned to naming the stalwart Kaurava generals and heroes, lavishing praise upon their bravery and battlefield prowess. It was a deft pivot, boosting morale and resolve while reinforcing his veiled message &#8211; that softness and sentimentality would ill-serve the Kaurava cause once the rivers of blood began to flow.</p>



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Bhagavad Gita: Chapter 1, Verse 7
