Dear Diary,
Today was a strange day. I cannot seem to
comprehend all the emotions that are going on inside. I went to live with a man
that I accepted to be my husband. He is a unique man, and I know very little
of him. He looks very much like a brahmin, so I am not actually sure how he won my swayamara. I am still a little confused by this. From what I have seen though, he is kind and strong with a little
quirky personality. He told me his name was Arjuna. I think we will get along
just fine. He has four brothers. All of them are quite nice. I hope that this
odd set of circumstances work out.
Arjuna took
me to his small little hut in the middle of nowhere. It is vastly different than
what I was accustomed to in the grand palace that I grew up in my whole life. I
do not mind though. It is very simple but quiet and peaceful. When we arrived,
his mother was sitting in a chair in the corner. She seemed a little distracted
at the time. I was just awkwardly standing underneath the doorframe when this
little pig came barreling past me to greet the five brothers from their long
journey home. My husband laughed and caught the little pig as he was mid air from jumping up and down at his feet.
“My husband” that just feels so weird to say or
write...
I chuckled as the little pig pushed his nose in my
husband’s ears and on his nose. Arjuna said, “This little toot is named
Hector. We saw him wandering through the forest one day, and we rescued him. It
was a wonder he was still alive when we got to him.”
I finally spoke up and said, “Wow. He looks
just like my father’s pet pig. He wandered off after my brother was exiled, and
we never saw him again. My father never really got over it.”
Arjuna sat Hector down on the floor. Hector was so
excited with the sudden presence of all the people he started running around
the hut every which way. He was bumping and crashing into everything he could
possibly break, spill, or tip over. My Arjuna’s mother was so overwhelmed by
Hector that she told the boys to share whatever they had brought and quickly
scooted Hector out the door. I was very confused by her statement. My heart
sunk into my chest as I realized what this meant.
Maybe she thought that they had brought food? Was
she really talking about me?
I was in shock.
It took everything in my power to not tell her she
is a crazy person. I wanted to run away to my real home. I went from a huge
castle with servants doing everything I wish to a tiny little hut with five men
just drooling over me and a crazy mother-in-law.
Everyone just stood there in a daze. Arjuna seemed
very disappointed in this news. I cannot imagine what he was thinking or
feeling. The other brothers you could tell were so excited but were trying to
play it off cool.
All I know is that I am now stuck with not
only one new husband that I barely know but I am now a proud owner of five new
husbands. FIVE!
Sincerely,
An Incredibly Unlucky Wife
Author's Note: I wanted to really dig into Draupadi's character after
watching Epified Mahabharata. I wanted to depict maybe what Draupadi was
thinking during all of this craziness going on in the Mahabharata. I tried to
explain as best I could the major background information that was needed to
understand what was going on in the story without having to know anything from
Mahabharata. Of course, I had to add little pet pig Hector into the story. Only
this time, I decided I wanted to connect him with one of my previous stories.
My other story he was in was when Rama was exiled, and his father, the king,
was in much despair after being forced to do it. I did put a twist on the story
of the Mahabharata. The brother's mother obviously did not become overwhelmed
by a little miniature pig. Instead, she became overwhelmed when the boys were
hollering at her while they were being attacked, but the mother did
accidentally say to the boys to share Draupadi as all of their wives. Draupadi's brother, Shikhandi was very upset by Arjuna winning Draupadi. I stated in the story that he was exiled. I wanted this to have a correlation with the Ramayana as well when Rama is exiled and his father is in deep despair. I have never
done a diary style storytelling, so it was a little out of my comfort zone.
But, I thought it would be a good style to add to my portfolio.
