Nothing is in our hands. Nothing at all. Neither our achievements nor our fall. Everything is predetermined. We merely function on the dictates or forces much beyond the orbit of our comprehension. We all are perennial puppets on the stage of life. Shikhandini was a puppet too. So was Amba, in her previous birth. With invisible strings attached Bhishma, her abductor did not want her for himself; he robbed her for his impotent brother Vichitravirya. She dared to challenge Bhishma and earned her freedom but a betrothed rejected her on her return. The mightly Bhisma who had brought disgrace to her slighted heart on being proposed to on the pretext of his celibacy. Shikhandini’s parents misunderstood her and forced her the life with an unnatural gender. Her bride demanded manhood from her. Her ally Arjuna exploited her as a mere shield and robbed her of the glory of desired retribution. Shikhandini, nee Amba, was the woman who got pulled in six different directions, eternally, and yet was not given her due. She, the ultimate symbol of thankless exploitation, continues to represent and be ridiculed as the abandoned gender