The Story Behind The Vow of Bhishma
How this ancient tale still resonates with seekers today.
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I was just a boy, barely tall enough to lift a sword, when I first heard his name: Bhishma. In the court of Hastinapur, his name was spoken like a prayer—low, steady, and full of awe.
They said he was the greatest warrior who ever lived. But they said something else too. They said he made a vow so powerful, time itself bowed to him. Not for glory. Not for fame. But for love and duty.
And that—that part stayed with me.
Bhishma was born as Devavrata, son of King Shantanu and Ganga, the river goddess. He was no ordinary child. Raised in the sacred wisdom of the Vedas, trained by mighty sages like Parashurama himself, Devavrata was a prince built for greatness.
But greatness doesn’t come without sacrifice.
King Shantanu fell in love with a fisherwoman named Satyavati. Her father refused the marriage unless her children became heirs to the throne. It was an impossible demand. The crown was Devavrata’s by birth and by merit.
But Devavrata did something no one expected.
He stepped forward in the royal court, straight-backed, eyes filled with calm fire, and declared he would renounce the throne. Just like that. The hall fell silent.
But it wasn’t enough.
The fisherman said: “What if your children claim the throne later?” That was when Devavrata swore something even the gods would fear. He vowed lifelong celibacy. No marriage. No children. No dreams of family. Ever.
That vow echoed across kingdoms. The celestials watched from above. The earth trembled below. From that moment, he was no longer just Devavrata. He was Bhishma—the Terrible One—the man of the terrible vow.
Even Lord Krishna, an avatar of Lord Vishnu and supreme protector of dharma, once said, “Among the warriors, I am Bhishma.”
But I didn’t understand him—not fully—until the Great War.
I was a charioteer then, far from the center of decision-making. The Kurukshetra War had drawn every house into its fire, and Bhishma—still loyal to the throne—chose to lead the Kaurava army, even knowing their cause was unjust.
Why?
Because long ago, he had taken an oath to protect the throne of Hastinapur, whoever sat on it.
No one could shake his dharma. Not Arjuna. Not Krishna Himself. On the tenth day of battle, they found a way to bring him down—by placing Shikhandi, born a woman and thus someone Bhishma refused to fight, between him and death.
Even as arrows pierced his body, Bhishma did not fall. Instead, he lay on a bed of arrows, choosing the moment of his death, waiting for the auspicious time—Uttarayana—to release his soul. Because of his vow, and the yogic power he earned through it, even death obeyed him.
Lying on that arrowbed, his body broken but his mind clear, he taught dharma to Yudhishthira. With arrows through his limbs, he gave counsel on leadership, karma, and devotion—with bhakti to Lord Krishna in his heart.
As I write this, I still hear his voice—not loud, but etched into time: "Dharma is subtle. One must sacrifice even personal happiness for its path."
That vow cost Bhishma everything—love, children, even the chance to support righteousness in the war without conflict. But he never swerved. That is what made him great.
In my own life, I've stumbled through many decisions. Some for gain. Some out of fear. But when I think of Bhishma, I remember what it means to live for something beyond the self. To hold your promise so tightly it becomes your very soul.
His story—though not from the Ramayana but the Mahabharata—still pulses with relevance. It speaks of karma bound by choice, of devotion so powerful it bends the fabric of fate.
Bhishma teaches us that spiritual journey isn’t comfort—it is commitment. It is clarity earned through trial, through inner war, through stillness in the face of impossible choices.
And that’s why, even now, when someone keeps their word no matter the cost, people say, “That is a vow like Bhishma’s.” Because that vow wasn’t just a promise. It was the shape of a soul standing tall.
And I—an unknown charioteer, nameless in scripture—found my own strength in the memory of that vow.
I remember it every day. When duty feels too heavy. When truth is hard to speak. When love calls me away from righteousness.
I remember Bhishma.
And I choose the harder path. The path of dharma.
Just like he did.
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Keywords: Karma, Bhakti, Ramayana, Spiritual Journey, Krishna, Vishnu
Themes: devotion, karma, spiritual awakening
Word Count: 600
The Story Behind The Vow of Bhishma
How this ancient tale still resonates with seekers today.
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I was just a boy, barely tall enough to lift a sword, when I first heard his name: Bhishma. In the court of Hastinapur, his name was spoken like a prayer—low, steady, and full of awe.
They said he was the greatest warrior who ever lived. But they said something else too. They said he made a vow so powerful, time itself bowed to him. Not for glory. Not for fame. But for love and duty.
And that—that part stayed with me.
Bhishma was born as Devavrata, son of King Shantanu and Ganga, the river goddess. He was no ordinary child. Raised in the sacred wisdom of the Vedas, trained by mighty sages like Parashurama himself, Devavrata was a prince built for greatness.
But greatness doesn’t come without sacrifice.
King Shantanu fell in love with a fisherwoman named Satyavati. Her father refused the marriage unless her children became heirs to the throne. It was an impossible demand. The crown was Devavrata’s by birth and by merit.
But Devavrata did something no one expected.
He stepped forward in the royal court, straight-backed, eyes filled with calm fire, and declared he would renounce the throne. Just like that. The hall fell silent.
But it wasn’t enough.
The fisherman said: “What if your children claim the throne later?” That was when Devavrata swore something even the gods would fear. He vowed lifelong celibacy. No marriage. No children. No dreams of family. Ever.
That vow echoed across kingdoms. The celestials watched from above. The earth trembled below. From that moment, he was no longer just Devavrata. He was Bhishma—the Terrible One—the man of the terrible vow.
Even Lord Krishna, an avatar of Lord Vishnu and supreme protector of dharma, once said, “Among the warriors, I am Bhishma.”
But I didn’t understand him—not fully—until the Great War.
I was a charioteer then, far from the center of decision-making. The Kurukshetra War had drawn every house into its fire, and Bhishma—still loyal to the throne—chose to lead the Kaurava army, even knowing their cause was unjust.
Why?
Because long ago, he had taken an oath to protect the throne of Hastinapur, whoever sat on it.
No one could shake his dharma. Not Arjuna. Not Krishna Himself. On the tenth day of battle, they found a way to bring him down—by placing Shikhandi, born a woman and thus someone Bhishma refused to fight, between him and death.
Even as arrows pierced his body, Bhishma did not fall. Instead, he lay on a bed of arrows, choosing the moment of his death, waiting for the auspicious time—Uttarayana—to release his soul. Because of his vow, and the yogic power he earned through it, even death obeyed him.
Lying on that arrowbed, his body broken but his mind clear, he taught dharma to Yudhishthira. With arrows through his limbs, he gave counsel on leadership, karma, and devotion—with bhakti to Lord Krishna in his heart.
As I write this, I still hear his voice—not loud, but etched into time: "Dharma is subtle. One must sacrifice even personal happiness for its path."
That vow cost Bhishma everything—love, children, even the chance to support righteousness in the war without conflict. But he never swerved. That is what made him great.
In my own life, I've stumbled through many decisions. Some for gain. Some out of fear. But when I think of Bhishma, I remember what it means to live for something beyond the self. To hold your promise so tightly it becomes your very soul.
His story—though not from the Ramayana but the Mahabharata—still pulses with relevance. It speaks of karma bound by choice, of devotion so powerful it bends the fabric of fate.
Bhishma teaches us that spiritual journey isn’t comfort—it is commitment. It is clarity earned through trial, through inner war, through stillness in the face of impossible choices.
And that’s why, even now, when someone keeps their word no matter the cost, people say, “That is a vow like Bhishma’s.” Because that vow wasn’t just a promise. It was the shape of a soul standing tall.
And I—an unknown charioteer, nameless in scripture—found my own strength in the memory of that vow.
I remember it every day. When duty feels too heavy. When truth is hard to speak. When love calls me away from righteousness.
I remember Bhishma.
And I choose the harder path. The path of dharma.
Just like he did.
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Keywords: Karma, Bhakti, Ramayana, Spiritual Journey, Krishna, Vishnu
Themes: devotion, karma, spiritual awakening
Word Count: 600
