Once upon a time, there lived a remarkably determined king named Alex. As a child, he had grown up believing that the world was flat and that the last enormous empire located at the edge of the earth was this fertile land with a unique culture. Its rulers were powerful, and its citizens were prosperous.
While the rulers there had made no such claims, Alex was told that only the one who ruled there could claim the world as his.
Thus, as a young prince, Alex had set his eye on the throne there.
As soon as he inherited the kingdom from his father at age 20, he set about riding his favourite horse with his vast army marching toward the East. They had a singular aim of conquering this legendary land.
It would help him in his quest to claim the world as his own.
Over the next ten years, the adolescent king fought innumerable chieftains and kings along the journey and defeated them all. These were all battles, but no great war was worth mentioning.
He defeated them all and kept advancing until he finally reached India.
He instantly met his match in Porus, whom he attacked with all his might.
However, Alex was in for a big surprise.
His cavalry horses were terrified when they encountered colossal elephants. He and his entourage marveled at the exquisite beauty of the intricate architecture adorning magnificent structures. The scholars and astronomers who accompanied him were humbled by the vast knowledge available to the Brahmins. They learned here that the world was not flat, as they had believed, but spherical.
This revelation was a turning point in their understanding of the world.
Alex now wondered if his victory would lead him to the world's edge.
Alex could not defeat Porus even in asymmetrical warfare.
That is so because Porus fought fiercely, even when attacked by Alex unannounced. Finally, with the help of Porus's jealous cousin, Alex defeats him, and Porus is captured alive.
Alex felt like he was on top of the world. He felt like he was the master of the world!
Alex wanted to make an example out of Porus, the defeated emperor of the most famous, influential, & prosperous empire, in front of his generals. As per the prevalent practice in the West, Porus was to be killed in full public view.
To his utter surprise, when Porus was brought into his presence, he appeared calm and composed despite being defeated, captured & shackled. Far from begging for his life, like the many defeated leaders he had captured in the past, Porus looked anything but scared.
"How should I treat you?" Alex asked his prisoner.
Porus replied defiantly, "As a king would treat another."
Alex was not prepared for such a reply. This man sounded different. He did not know how to react to the fearless Porus.
When he regained his composure, he exclaimed angrily, “I defeated you!"
Porus exclaimed, "Defeated? You did not even send your envoy to announce your wish to engage in a battle.”
Alex’s expression revealed that he didn't understand what Porus meant.
Hence, Porus explained, "In this part of the world, we avoid war at all costs. You are expected to send a message explaining exactly what you want and the reasons behind the demand. Perhaps I may have given it to you without a fight. Maybe we could have agreed upon a compromise. War may be considered inevitable only after exhausting all peaceful options. Even then, both parties should agree to a date and place to battle. This venue is generally barren land outside the city limits to minimize loss of public property. Finally, a code of conduct is agreed upon before engaging in battle.
Alex hailed from a region where they believed everything was fair in love and war.
He was puzzled by what Porus had just explained. Dumbstruck, he questioned in bewilderment, "Who decided these war guidelines?"
Porus smiled and replied, "The wise Brahmins, who act as advisors to kings."
Alex frowned, "And what gives them the authority to advise kings? My men tell me that these Brahmins do not even belong to the royal class."
Porus proceeded, "Brahmins are our teachers. They are also students of all natures, including human nature. Over time, they have gathered huge insights into human beliefs and the resultant behaviour. They have analysed human behaviour patterns for centuries. They have provided meaningful codes of conduct for all key events, like birth, marriage, and death, as well as for housewarmings, the inauguration of a new business, and during wars. After deep contemplation, they have laid down guidelines for preserving and sustaining society and the larger humanity. This makes them qualified to guide the mightiest of kings on how to wield their power."
"How?" asked a very interested Alex, sliding to the edge of his seat.
"In our society, the status of the wise Brahmins is higher than that of royalty. The mightiest emperors bow down to the Dharma Guru who regularly reminds the royals of their Dharma – the principled duty," said Porus.
Alex asked curiously, "… and what is that principled duty?"
Porus continued, "The kings must use their resources to establish a welfare state and serve their subjects so that prosperity reigns supreme. That should be the sole objective of anyone in authority. Every king strives to achieve peace. The best creativity occurs only during peaceful times, and society thrives.”
Alex liked what he heard and implored Porus to continue.
Porus warned, “If this is not followed, human conflict becomes inevitable. The service to people keeps rulers away from an overzealous expansionist mindset. The army ensures peace lasts and merely serves as a defence mechanism."
After hearing this sound wisdom, Alex became deeply introspective.
All his life, he had been a proponent of unbridled expansion. That had led to violence. He had begun to feel a bit uneasy about his life choices. In fact, he felt remorseful. Behind all the outward bravado was a tired man. His army, too, was on the verge of mutiny. Just a few weeks back, he had lost his favourite horse, which had been his companion since childhood.
Despite winning against Porus, Alex felt no real joy. On the contrary, To Alex, Porus looked like he was at ease.
Alex was left facing the real question for which he had no answer—since the earth was round, what if conquering this land did not make him the ruler of the world?
He ordered Porus to be unshackled.
Alex queried, "You had said there is a code of conduct for wars, right? Can you please elaborate on that?"
Porus sat beside him and continued, "If conflict becomes inevitable, the code of conduct is to minimize death & destruction. Only the royal class, comprising the king and the army men, fought on the battlefield. The other three classes of the society, i.e., the teachers & scholars, the traders & business folks, and the workers & city up-keepers, do not participate. The society continues to run as it is, unaffected by the war which takes place outside the city limits."
Far from making a spectacle out of Porus, Alex found himself in the company of a wise king beyond words. After hearing Porus, he became aware of his wrong outlook. Amidst a supposed celebration of the grandest of all victories, Alex felt his heart sinking. He felt vulnerable. Far from appearing like a mighty and victorious king, he now wore an expression of a child being reprimanded.
He sat there absorbing the lesson of his life from a noble teacher.
Strangely, he had no hesitation to do this in the presence of his men. On their part, Alex's top generals were equally engrossed in the unprecedented scene unfolding in front of them.
Porus spoke sagely, "The victorious king deeply respects the defeated king because he, too, was simply doing his job. In fact, in our society, even the dead soldiers of the enemy are given an honourable funeral. The defeated king then becomes the minister of the victorious king and pays a small royalty from his tax collection to the victorious king. In this manner, civil life goes on smoothly despite any war."
Porus admonished, "If we do not abide by these regulations, there would be constant wars, and victory & defeat would lose all meaning. The world would become a dark and gloomy place."
Alex, who had been on a war path from the moment he had ascended the throne and had only seen death and destruction, could now understand the futility of bloodshed. His eyes were moist with tears of repentance. He begged Porus for more.
Porus cited, "The king's primary duty is to use his power towards establishing welfare in the state. His job is to keep his subjects safe and secure. The king’s pride lies in the happiness of his subjects. He does not believe in ruling them but yearns to serve them. This can happen only when there is stability. Kings, too, cannot function ably in a state of perpetual fear. He is unable to act constructively if he is constantly engaged in fighting. What good is a maimed populace, a fractured society, or a destroyed city to the victorious king? What, then, is the difference between victory & defeat?"
Alex began to see more light as he sat there pensively. As if Porus read his mind, he put his hand across Alex's shoulder and implored, "What have you built? How have you served your people? As I see it, you have never really sat on a throne and used its power to establish peace. All your life, you have only sat on horseback. Aren’t you tired of it? Even the grass you trampled upon on the way may have grown back. You haven't built any tangible legacy. You have not created anything but destroyed everything in your path."
Alex realized in vain that he had travelled so far, only to learn that he had inadvertently wasted himself away. His heart sank, and he was gripped with fear. He found himself in a state of despondency. He began trembling in realization. He bowed his head, begged Porus for forgiveness, and thanked him for showing him the way.
Porus pulled him up, smiled, and said, "Past is dead. You cannot change that, but you can certainly work on your future. Please don't live in guilt, as it only saps energy. Start afresh. Rise again. Go back. Build a legacy for your people and claim the future."
Alex was full of gratitude. He promised Porus that he would follow his dharma as a just king and dedicate his life to his subjects, his principled duty. Alex had gained a lifetime's worth of wisdom in his conversation with Porus.
Porus accompanied him to the border of his kingdom to bid him farewell.
While bidding farewell, they hugged each other for the last time. This was when Porus whispered in his ear, "Unprepared as I was when you attacked me without warning, you still admired my tough resistance. I am amongst the smallest of kings here. I am not the emperor of Bharat. I am not located at the edge of the world. My kingdom lies in an insignificant corner of another massive empire. Compared to them, I am merely like a sentry guarding the fort gate that houses a huge army. They are several times bigger than me."
As they were about to part, Alex said bye. Porus exclaimed, "My friend, I hope to see you again!” Once a relationship is established, we do not say bye. In fact, in our language, there is no word for it."
As fate would have it, Alex passed away during his return journey.
In his last thoughts, far from feeling like a great conqueror of lands, he was nonetheless grateful to have conquered his own mind. He understood the concept of Karma and felt blessed to have set foot on this sacred land, which had helped him evolve into a better person.
Unfortunately, the wisdom he had gained from this part of the world was lost without being delivered to the West, from where he came.
When his people back home found out he was returning without conquering the vast empire at the world's edge, they still decided to posthumously confer the title of Alexander the Great for his daring attempt. They believed he had to be hailed as the greatest hero from which future generations could draw inspiration.
Alexander ruled only for 12 years and died young at the age of 32.
Several places were named after him. Groups dispute whether they have an inheritance to his legacy. Impressive structures and artifacts built before and after his reign have stood the test of time.
However, there is absolutely nothing worth mentioning that he built!