Ekalavya ~ The Unquenchable Inferno Of Learning and Mastery

Freedom Preetham
The Simulacrum
Published in
4 min readOct 27, 2024

Let me tell you the story of Ekalavya. The greatest archer who ever lived. The one who surpassed Arjuna, not because of privilege, but through relentless dedication and an unbreakable spirit.

These days, everyone seems to be obsessed with finding the “best” school, the “best” teacher, or the “best” learning program. People yearn for a ranking, a certification, a degree, a title, a PhD, a guarantee. But these questions miss the point. They are misplaced. It is like asking which is the best martial art. There is none. There is only a “better martial artist”. It has never been about the art itself. It is about the artist. The one who learns. The one who fights. This difference matters.

Ekalavya, a character from Hindu mythology, was not born with privilege. He grew up in the forests, the son of a hunter. He did not have access to the resources, the wealth, or the recognition that Arjuna did. Arjuna had Drona, the legendary teacher who had sworn to make Arjuna the best archer in all the universes (Atala, Vitala, Sutala, Talatala, Mahatala, Rasatala, and Paathala Loka). Arjuna had all the support in the world. Ekalavya had none of it. But what Ekalavya did have was something else. Something deeper. An undying need to learn, an internal fire that refused to extinguish.

He would watch from afar. Ekalavya would find Drona teaching his students and he would simply observe. Day after day, he would stand at a distance, unnoticed. He learned by watching, by absorbing, by practicing alone. There were no tests, no validation, no cheering crowds. There was only the forest, his bow, and the targets he set for himself. He practiced until his fingers bled, until his body ached, until the act of shooting arrows was as natural to him as breathing.

One day, while in the forest, Drona and his students were interrupted by the incessant barking of a dog. It disrupted their hunt. Drona, confident in his pupil’s abilities, turned to Arjuna and ordered him to silence the dog. Arjuna shot his arrows in the pitch dark, but they landed scattered, merely scaring the dog. It was at that moment that Ekalavya, unseen in the shadows, acted. He shot his arrows, and when Drona and his pupils arrived, they found the dog’s mouth filled with arrows, each placed with such precision that the dog was silenced but unharmed.

Arjuna was stunned. He felt betrayed. His teacher, who had promised to make him the best, seemed to have failed him. Who was this mysterious archer? How could anyone possess such skill? He demanded answers, and Drona, equally perplexed, called for the archer to reveal himself. Ekalavya stepped forward, and with a humble bow, acknowledged his deed. He stood there, alone, without the prestige of a royal lineage, without a teacher by his side, but with a mastery that spoke for itself.

The moment was a profound one. It shook the core of what everyone believed about learning, about greatness. Ekalavya had not stolen from Drona; he had learned in the purest sense of the word. By observing. By practicing. By dedicating himself fully to his craft. But the world is often unkind to those who challenge its narratives. Under the pressure of society, Drona asked for Ekalavya’s thumb as a price for what he had learned. A cruel request. A demand meant to break him, to remind him of his place. And yet, Ekalavya gave it willingly. He sacrificed his thumb, but not his spirit. Even without his thumb, he remained a master. No one could take away what he had become.

This story holds a mirror up to our world today. We chase institutions, rankings, credentials. We obsess over what is best, but forget what truly matters. The hunger to learn, the ability to teach oneself, the drive to practice until mastery is reached. Today, we have the resources Ekalavya never had. Access to all the knowledge in the universe at our finger tips! The greatest teachers and their lectures all recorded for posterity. Open courseware from MIT, Yale, Berkeley, and countless others. The greatest teachers are available at the click of a button, but none of it matters if the fire within is not there.

Become autodidactic. Learn because you must. Because it is part of who you are. Not for a degree, not for a title, but for the sheer pursuit of knowledge. In the end, the best self-learners will surpass even the most pedigreed PhDs. It is not about the institution. It is about you. Your practice. Your dedication.

Remember that Hindu mythologies were extremely metaphorical and used characters and stories to drive a message.

So who or what is Ekalavya? Ekalavya is an inferno that rages within those who refuse to be defined by limits. It is the fire that devours obstacles and forges them into weapons, the unrelenting force that drives you to not just learn, but to shatter boundaries, to transcend, and to become a force of nature.

Let not your village, your society, your age, the echo chambers, the inhibitions, or your lack of resources be your hurdle. Let them be the soil from which your roots draw strength.

Do you feel it in the marrows of your bones? Free yourself then.

~ Freedom

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