The Cruel Fate of Karna: Born Out of Wedlock & Cursed by Guru Parshuram
In this compelling episode, Sanatan scholar Kanhaiya Lal Upadhyay dives deep into the life of Karna, one of the most misunderstood yet extraordinary warriors of the Mahabharata. Born out of wedlock to Kunti, rejected by Dronacharya, trained by Parshuram, and eventually cursed by the same guru- Karna's life was a saga of skill, sacrifice, and constant injustice. Was Karna ever truly free from fate? Why did destiny deny him fairness despite his greatness? Explore the emotional, spiritual, and karmic layers behind Karna's journey with powerful insights from Sanatan Dharma.
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