The Great Race

The longer I thought about how I would surpass my brother, the more I began to realize that it would be impossible. In regards to our physical abilities, Kartikeya bested me in every way. I guess that is to be expected. After all, he is a god of war. As I sat there thinking, I realized that I did not need to circle the whole world, but rather the part that mattered to me. While my brother was halfway through with his third and final lap around the world, I gathered my parents in the room and I had them sit next to each other. From there I quickly, well as fast as I could, ran around them three times. My father, Shiva, asked me for the meaning of such a trivial display, so I told him, "The challenge only required us to go around the world three times. It did not specify which world. Since you are both the world to me, I have completed the challenge first."

Shiva erupted into laughter at my response, and there was no way that he was going to accept my solution alone. However, my display of affection for my parents had won over the heart of my mother Parvati. She began an argument with Shiva that seemed to go on forever. My brother soon returned, and we both observed the rest of the argument from a distance. We knew better than to interrupt our parents during an argument. Eventually, they came to an agreement, and I received the mango as a reward for the wit and cunning I displayed during the competition. My brother was quite upset. I would be too if I had been the one to circle the Earth three times without reason. He eventually got over his defeat, and I would like to think that my actions taught him a valuable lesson!