This is a story of discrimination, exploitation and human right violations. A story of unparalleled courage and sacrifice. The story of my favourite hero.

Long long ago when clean water flowed through the Ganga, "Nishadha", an indigenous tribe of hunters, inhabited its plains. The Indus valley civilization was in the decline for a while and the new kingdoms came up along the banks of Ganga. The Vedas were in wide circulation and provided the much needed spiritual guidance to the citizens. The society was well fragmented along the caste lines with the Brahmins at the top and the Sudras at the bottom. Nishadas were Sudras and therefore at the bottom of the pack. They were predominantly bird hunters, fishermen, forest dwellers by profession, living on the outskirts of the villages. They were considered lowly in the well defined caste hierarchy and were treated as appropriate according to the holy texts. (It is believed that Valmiki's Ramayan was inspired by the cry of the bird who's mate got killed by a Nishadha.)
Lowly, the tribe is, but they did have a well defined internal hierarchy. Their leader, the king of the tribe was at the top of the hierarchy. He represented the tribe in the court of the local king. The tribes warriors would take commands from him. The tribe would align themselves with the local rulers and provide them with human resources when needed in a war. They probably were just about average or even slightly below average ranked warriors. They are mostly foot soldiers and are usually the worst affected in an event of war. Being at the bottom of the hierarchy, they were denied training in the Kshatriya warfare arts like archery.
The kingdom of Magadha was ruled by Jarasandha, a king of questionable integrity.There was a small tribe of Nishadha's in this land led by Hiranyadhanus, who was a commander in Jarasandha's army. Hiranyadhanus with his Nishada tribesmen lived on the edge of the city. When not called for duty the Nishada's would live by hunting in the forests for survival. Hiranyadhanus and his men formed a significant part of Jarasandha's army which was an easy military pushover like much of Indian armies at that time (which is why we had a steady stream of invaders from all over the globe).
During the peace period, Hiranyadhanus would venture into the forest with his men on hunting trips. On one of the trips, after a successful hunt he and his men setup a bonfire in a clearing and started partying. Koilkanta, the world famous singer and the "magadha idol runner up" fueled the party with his songs which are written in praise of Hiranyadhanus and Jarasandha. (That was the only kind of music which got rewarded.) The drinks included the local favourite Sura, arishta and a super strong Madira. (Low cal drinks were not in fashion as people had enough to do to burn the cals). When they woke up in the morning with hangovers they found a young boy wandering aimlessly in the forest. The kid was dressed well and seemed to be from a well to do family. He seemed oblivious of the surroundings and did not seem to be afraid or feel lonely. Hiranyadhanus, the leader, who has not been blessed with kids, inspite of the regular fastings and pilgrimages, was impressed by the bravery of the kid and decided to adopt him. The followers in appreciation of their beloved leaders benevolence raised slogans and proclaimed the new kid as the future commander of Nishadas of Magadha.
The kid was taken home and given the name, Ekalavya. He grew up with fellow Nishada kids in the tribe. He was a very inquisitive kid with a zeal for learning. He wanted to grow up and be strong like his father. He liked the meat of the hunted animals and often pestered his father to take him along on hunting. Hiranyadhanus, like any father, did not want to expose his beloved child to the wilderness of the forest. But he couldn't see the disappointment on Ekalavya's face each time. So when Ekalavya was old enough to protect himself, Hiranyadhanus took him on his first hunting trip. Ekalavya was very excited that day. He drank the milk and ate the roti's his mother made before his father. They packed some roti's and spicy blackbuck masala for their lunch and possibly dinner. Since they have the kid, Hiranyadhanus ordered his men to stay away from alcohol for this one. It was nice bright sunny day as they started from the fringes of Magadha into the dense tropical forests.
Ekalavya who was super excited about his outing made no attempt to conceal his energy. He was walking faster than most of the men and keenly looking around. Their first hunt that day was a wild boar which Hiranyadhanus killed with his sharp spear as Ekalavya watched from behind. The kid was slightly disturbed by the struggling animal which laid fighting for life as the poison started working into its bloodstream. After 20 mins of struggle, the animal calmed down and breathed its last. Having got an early kill, the party settled down to have their lunch. Ekalavya, who was not used to the wild, was drained and tired by this time. He enjoyed the mela with his Mom's blackbuckmasala and soon found himself dozing off. Hiranyadhanus left one of his men with the kid and went back to hunting.
Ekalavya woke up and did not see his father. The other man was happily sleeping with his back rested against a tree. With the intent of finding his dad Ekalavya climbed the tree to look around. He found some men moving in a short distance and thought it was the hunting party and so went in their direction. As he came closer he realized that they were not his tribesmen. What he found there was fair, well built, young boys being trained in warfare. The elderly man was teaching the kids to use a bow and arrow. This was the training school of Dronacharya the top ranked guru of that time. He was also appointed as the teacher for the princes of Hastinapur, the capital city of Kuru kingdom. Kuru was a very powerful kingdom to the northwest of Magadha. It was much bigger than Magadha both geographically and economically and hence was very influential. Hastina and Magadha, were not in great terms historically due to a multitude of reasons.
Drona was preparing the princes for their tenure as the royal family members. Apart from the literature and basic sciences they get rigorous training in warfare. Among all the princes, Drona has a special liking for Arjuna, the third one among Pandavas (Sons of Pandu) . He was his favorite pupil and so he promised to make him the best archer in the world. Arjuna for his part was a very dedicated student himself and has shown great promise. He had unparalleled focus and dedication to learn. Thanks to the pampering of Drona, he convinced himself that it was his right to be the best archer.
Our dark skinned kid from the forest was very impressed by the skill of Drona. The young heart wanted to learn the art himself and be able to shoot the arrows like the fair princes of Hastina. He didn't want to be crowned the best archer of the world. He didn't want to learn so that he could fight his opponents and expand his kingdom. He didn't want to learn to show off his skills and win the fairest princess in a "swayamvar". He wanted to learn for the sheer fun of being able to shoot the arrow straight. He probably at most wanted to use it as a hunter and earn his daily food.
The innocent young boy with dusty skin burnt by the sun and sweat dripping from his matted hair, decided to plead Drona to take him as his student. Little did he know the complex human needs of hierarchical superiority. Neither did he know that he belongs to the lowly tribe and cannot be taught the kshatriya arts. All he knew was that he wanted shoot the arrows. And shoot them straight. With such sincere intentions of learning archery he approached Drona and made his case known. Drona listened to the tribal boy and was impressed by his pro activeness and courage to come talk to him directly. He thought it was his fortune that the boy found him. To get started with the official application process Drona asked details about his birth, his parents, caste etc.. Ekalavya, with little knowledge of Nishada's place in the caste hierarchy, was always very proud of his father. He proudly informed Drona that he was the son of Hiranyadhanus, commander of the Nishadas. Drona was very disappointed to hear this and told him that he was unfit to learn the sacred art because of his lowly birth. He told him that Nishadas are Sudras and are not supposed to learn the kshatriya arts like archery. the holy texts forbid it and breaking it could bring the wrath of the Gods. He advised him to drop his plans immediately and go back to his ancestral profession of hunting.
Ekalavya was terribly disappointed to hear this. He did not understand why he cannot learn what the fair princes of Hastina can. What this difference in treatment Why is he not an equal? He went back home and asked his mother. His mother, sympathized with her child but knew she was helpless in this. She was always told she was inferior and did not know the answers herself. She cared for Ekalavya and wanted him to forget this episode. So she told him to make an image of Drona and practice before it.
The obedient son he is, he made an image of Drona and started practicing shooting arrows in front of it. By impeccable dedication and undivided focus, he learnt the art painstakingly by trail and error. It took him a lot more time than it would have taken under the guidance of a trained guru. As his father and his men ventured into the forest for hunting, he would go back to his shooting range where he had the image of Drona and practice his art.
One of the days as Ekalavya was practicing a hunting dog came over to his place and started barking wildly. Disturbed aand annoyed by the dog, Ekalavya shot several arrows at blazing speed into the Dogs mouth. Dogs mouth was filled with arrows but it wasn't hurt. There was not a drop of blood. The dog unable to bark anymore quietly went back to its master. Ekalavya returned to his practice. The dog belonged to Drona who was on a hunting trip with the Princes. They were impressed at the skill of the archer who fired arrows into the dogs mouth without hurting it. The dog lead them to Ekalavya's place where we was practicing blinded folded archery. Arjuna himself has not yet learnt blindfolded archery and was terribly upset to see someone do better than him. It hurt his ego as he always thought of himself as the world's best archer.
Arjuna lost faith in Drona and wanted to know who the guru of this boy is. Ekalavya told them it was Drona who taught him the art and pointed to his statue. This further enraged the young prince and he demanded an explanation from Drona. Arjuna felt cheated and fooled by Drona's promises of making him the world's best archer. Drona who was still in a state of shock did not know what to reply to his favourite pupil Arjuna. He has loved Arjuna more than his own son Ashwadhama. And now he has to be in a situation to justify his promise.
Drona knew that it was in the best interest of his career that he make, Arjuna the finest archer the world has seen. It would earn him brownie points in Hastina and grow his influence. He has done all he could to impart the finest skills of archery to Arjuna. Arjuna has been a receptive student and learnt all that was taught. And still today they find someone who is more skilled. And someone who claims Drona as his teacher. Drona knew that this wouldn't go very well with the powers of Hastina. He had to set things right to live upto his promise. And there might be some collateral damage in the process.
After careful analysis of the situation, Drona commended Ekalavya for his skill and said
"Now that you claim me as your teacher, wouldn't you give me a guru-dakshina" (Guru Dakshina is the fee you pay your Guru for the skills imparted. Often the guru would ask for it after the education. "Tuition" in simple English)
Ekalavya, was very happy that Drona has accepted him as his student. This was a great victory for a young boy who not long ago got turned down to be taught archery because of his birth. And so he replied very humbly
"Guruji, it is my honor to give you Guru dakshina. It is a honor I have been looking forward to. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to serve you. What is it that I can do for you?"
Drona relieved that the young boy buyed into the concept of guru dakshina so easily, lost no time
"uh..Can you please chop off that thumb on your right hand and place it at my lotus feet."
The princes of Hastina were aghast at the cruel request of their teacher. They could not believe what was happenning. Even before they recovered from the shock, the lowly Nishada took out his sharpest arrow and chopped off the thumb from his right hand without giving it as much as a second thought.
severed thumb laid dead
shivering four fingered palm
the highest fees ever paid
art learnt never taught
The princes sweated
Drona composed
the dog had to vomit
the sight indigestable
cold blood soaked
the earth trembled
no arrows to break its flow
wind froze in tribute
The arrows wept in silence
the bow mourned
the dog howled long
it was the men least moved
Ekalavya, held out the hand with the thumb laying on the four fingered palm to Drona. He knew he wouldn't be the greatest archer anymore. But he never wanted to be one. He never cared about it. For him it was all about the sheer pleasure of using the bow and arrow. For him what mattered more was that he be treated equal to the fair princes of Hastina. His skill at archery would have got him there eventually. Now by asking for guru dakshina Drona has accepted Ekalavya, a sudra, as his student. By chopping off his thumb and offering the guru dakshina, Ekalavya has defeated a system. A system that has been the nations No.1 problem for a long while, discrimination based on birth.
PS: One of the later books actually mention that Ekalavya was the original son of Devashrava, who was Vasudeva's brother. Vasudeva was Lord Krishna's father. The young boy was sent out of the home by Devashrava. Hiranyadhanus found the young one on one of his hunting trips and adopted him. I think this must be done to reinforce the belief of the discriminators that a Sudra cannot be so talented.
There are other variations, very likely from the same sources, which justify Dronas actions on the grounds that he established Ekalavya's place in Mahabharat. I don't much resonate with them. I'll punch Drona on his face if I run into him in hell.