BHIMSEN. 1. BHIMSEN by Prem Panicker Adapted from “Randaamoozham” by M T Vasudevan Nair. Kahani hamari Mahabharat ki. As a child growing up in the . (b) Panicker’s version is a creative translation so even if someone did take him to I miss those weekly updates of Bhimsen on Prem’s blog. Title: Bhimsen Author: Prem Panicker Year of Publication: Series: N/A Goodreads Rating (Avg.): Goodreads Rating (Mine): 3.

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I have a bit written already, but not much; since I’ll mostly be doing this on the fly, I’ll try and stick to a schedule of two episodes a week, upping it to three if I can find time to get sufficiently ahead in the narrative. The Mahabharath is an epic poem, somewhat similar to the Illiad or the Odyssey. The writing is simple and lucid and cruises along smoothly. Though it features the usual over-decorated sets and actors with Colgate smiles, it eschews the “big picture” of the Mahabharata in favour of the quotidian details of the characters’ lives – their living-room conversations, their gossip.

My nostrils flared at the smell and I breathed in, deep; without thought, I licked at my lips, tasting a few drops of blood.

Bhimsen – The second chance

It was the afternoon of amavasya, the new moon night. Post was not sent – check your email addresses! Look at him, standing there trembling like a fat fool. While this book is available for free, various versions of the book which inspired it are available for purchase at the following links: As he passed me, he gave me a quick hug.

He stepped back, taking several paces away from me, his mace in a defensive line, one hand raised to dash the sweat out of his eyes. Standing behind them, holding them firmly by their hair, I tugged hard. Incidentally, Bnimsen is available in an English translation itself. Late Harilal Upadhyay a Gujarati author have tried to stick to the original popular version of Mahabharat in his Mahabharat book series which is comprised of 7 books.

Did you consider other options? London hosts a TwitterFiction Festival now. To keep the readers interested, I needed a powerful story, a story rife with drama, strong characters and conflict.

That halcyon period developed in me a taste for epic narrative that subsequent years have only enhanced. Although we know story from bhinsen it still gave me surprise and eagerness through out the story. I’d pay that debt with a horse-whip on his back—the son of a charioteer deserved nothing better. Dispelling the myths results in a truth laid out that now seems stranger panixker fiction to those of us who grew up reading about miracles and magical weapons.


They could have explored Krishna and Bhima’s relationship a bit more. How do you retain the complexity of an epic in a simple tweet?

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Believe what you chose about your mother, but don’t imagine I am as big a fool as you! Valiyachchan Dhritarashtra had told us he was sending people in advance to tear down pnaicker existing lodge and build a new one just for us. Mahabharath is a book that is narrated in a general aspect as in a third person style.

The deer, startled by some sound, would bound into the air and hurtle forward. Putting this up on a screen will mean the cinematic equivalent of telling western kids that Santa is not real. She seemed abstracted, lost in her own thoughts, her eyes fixed on a long line of ants that trailed across the floor near where she sat, bustling into and out of a crack between two planks on the floor.

The rishis lifted father’s body onto the pyre.

Book Review: Bhimsen by Prem Panicker

After all, Randaamoozham is also a reminder that the particulars of myths vary bhimsne you travel from one part of this vast country to another. I sat down at her feet, glanced at the door to make sure no one was within hearing distance, and told them the story of what had happened to me.

The twanggg as he released the arrow; the liquid thud as it slammed into the body of ;anicker deer; the suddenness with which an animal running at full speed would buckle at the knees, fall, and lie inert – I never could get enough of it.

There are many such things mentioned in the book. I felt my anger grow as I thought of the duplicity of the blind king and Shakuni and the others. I guess you now know where I stand in the Bhlmsen versus Tendulkar debate. I stood there, feeling very foolish. It was sweet but hhimsen kind of tart, like raw lemon. But Bhimsen or Prem Panicker narrates the story of mahabharath through the eyes of Bhima which is an exciting read.


Near the massive wooden gates at the far end of the paddock, I saw Duryodhana standing hands on hips, watching me.

My brother pulled a silver tray towards him, picked up a little silk sack and opened it. Pausing at the doorway, she beckoned me over.

Son of King Pandu and brother of Yudhishtira and Arjuna. Draupadi is the ultimate wife, and Kunti pfem ultimate mother. Had I written a review next panciker, as I was tempted to, it likely would have been unprintable; now that some months have gone by, initial disgust has been replaced by- indifference, I think. I took another step back. Drona began calling out names, and the student named walked out from the enclosures, took his place at the center of the ground, and went through his skills.

Apr 11, Sunitha Prabhu rated it it was amazing. Bhimsen by Prem Panicker. None of them knew where Yudhistira was, so I ran back into the palace, and finally tracked him down to a small room near the main audience chamber, where he was learning the game of dice from one of uncle Dhritarashtra’s ministers.

They didn’t sing much about me—just that same old story of how I would destroy the Kuru clan single-handed, how I was born to drink the blood of my cousins. The cooks had built a fire and were preparing the meat; I asked them to send some to the palace, and went off for a bath.

I reached out, wrapped my arms around their necks, and tumbled backwards into the river, dragging them in with me.

It was the first time I was killing a man, and I felt absolutely no qualms over what I had done – if all had gone according to plan, Purochana would later that night have slipped out through the front door, locked it from the outside, and set fire to the lodge, burning us to death in our sleep.

It attracted some media attention, suddenly there were a lot of followers, and the commitment became firm!