Reading Notes: Mahabharata Part A

I was quite shocked by what happened to Ekalavya.
He wanted to be a great warrior but was told he could not because of his lineage, thus he worships and image or Drona and learns a great skill on the bow.
He showcases his skill and when asked who he is he replies "I am a pupil of Drona."
They send for Drona, who eventually arrives at the place.
Instead of praising the kid and making him a great warrior or something he requests that he must ask of something from him.
Ekalavya gladly agrees.
He requests his right thumb, and then and there he chops it off and hands it to him.
Of course, it messes up his great skill and he is no longer as great of a bowman.
I'm shocked by the lack of "you tricked me," and think it needs that element.
Though, it does give an explanation for why a culture would all pull their bowstrings with their forefingers as Ekalavya began to do after that incident.

Story Source: Indian Myth and Legend by Donald A. Mackenzie

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