Two Penniless Boys in Brindaban

Dadi: "Guddu, have you heard of Parashurama - the warrior brahmin?"

Guddu: "The one with the axe?"

Dadi: "Yes! But do you know he circled the earth twenty-one times, fighting battles?"

Guddu: "Twenty-one times? Why so many?"

Dadi: "When Parashurama's father was murdered by Kartavirya's sons, his mother Renuka was devastated. She beat her chest in grief - twenty-one times."

Guddu: "That's so sad."

Dadi: "Seeing her sorrow, Parashurama made a terrible vow: he would exterminate all corrupt warriors from the earth. Not once, but twenty-one times - matching his mother's grief."

Guddu: "All warriors? Even good ones?"

Dadi: "He targeted those who had forgotten their duty. Warriors are meant to protect people, not exploit them. Many kings had become tyrants - taxing the poor into starvation, oppressing brahmins, abusing their power."

Guddu: "So he was like a superhero cleaning up bad guys?"

Dadi: "In a way, yes. He marched across kingdoms with his divine axe. No corrupt king could stand against him. He was unstoppable."

Guddu: "What happened after each time?"

Dadi: "Warriors would regenerate. Sons were born, new dynasties arose, and eventually some became corrupt again. So Parashurama would return."

Guddu: "Like weeding a garden?"

Dadi: "Exactly! Weeds keep growing back. But after twenty-one rounds, his vow was complete. His father's spirit was at peace."

Guddu: "What did he do then?"

Dadi: "Here's the beautiful part. He gave away ALL the land he had conquered to the sage Kashyapa. Every kingdom, every territory - everything."

Guddu: "But where would he live?"

Dadi: "Someone asked him exactly that! Having given away the entire earth, where would Parashurama himself stay?"

Guddu: "What did he say?"

Dadi: "He threw his axe into the sea. Where it landed, the ocean retreated, creating new land. That land is now the western coast of India - Kerala! It's called Parashurama Kshetra - Parashurama's land."

Guddu: "He made the ocean move!"

Dadi: "And on that peaceful land, he finally rested and meditated. No more fighting, no more vengeance. Just peace."

Guddu: "So even a warrior needs to stop fighting eventually?"

Dadi: "That's the deep lesson, beta. Parashurama was the fiercest warrior - but his story ends not with battle, but with giving. He gave away all he had won and created a place for peace."

Guddu: "Fighting has to end sometime."

Dadi: "Always. Revenge has to stop. Anger has to be released. Otherwise, it consumes you. Parashurama was consumed by rage for twenty-one rounds - but finally, he let it go."

Guddu: "Is that why Kerala is so green and peaceful?"

Dadi: "Maybe! The land was born from a warrior's final act of release. Perhaps that peace soaked into the soil itself."

Guddu: "I like that idea, Dadi."

Dadi: "Me too, beta. Remember - it's not how fiercely you fight, but how peacefully you can finally put down your weapons."