He sat down on the bank of the Sarayu
with a heavy heart. The palace of
Ayodhya stood silhouetted against the setting sun. He could hear a cry rising beyond the scarlet
horizon like the subdued rumble of a reluctant thunder.
He wanted her, to be with him till
the end of his life, to be his life’s ultimate meaning. But she had refused to undergo yet another
fire test.
“How many fire tests will be required
before my husband can trust my fidelity?”
There was fire in her eyes as she asked that question. But it was a subdued fire. Like the fire inside a volcano.
“It’s not I who suspect your
fidelity,” he explained. “You know the
people of Ayodhya. They think any woman
who has spent even a single night in the abode of another man is sullied. And you know how many nights you spent in the
abode of a rakshas.”
He was torn between conflicting
desires. He wanted her, body and
soul. His subjects loved him, no
doubt. Some of them even adored
him. Such love is impersonal,
however. There is nothing like the love
of one’s beloved. Had Ravana indeed not
touched her? Can a rakshas be so good at
heart? Are the people making unnecessary
allegations and demands? Hadn’t she
already proved her innocence by jumping into the fire that Lakshmana had
ignited at her insistence?
People don’t like to see others
living in love, he thought. They like
strife and violence. The excitements of
love are too frail for the rank and file.
They want war when they are bored with the mundane affairs.
And I? What do I want? He asked himself. Whose love do I value more? My beloved’s love that is as pure as the snow
in the Himalayas or the love of my people that melts away when the sun shines?
He found it difficult to make a
choice.
Commitment makes certain inhuman
demands, he thought. You have to give up
something if you want to gain something.
Which shall I give up? Do I dare?
The sky grew darker than usual. The clouds came rolling like black rakshasas. They began to rumble. Like a tiger that was waking up from its
slumber. Lightning flashed. One after the other. They set the sky on fire. They roared.
The roar was far from being subdued.
It terrified him. It terrified
the earth. And the earth split into
two. He felt the tremor beneath his
feet.
The night passed giving him
nightmares.
Valmiki visited him the next
morning. Bhumi has received his daughter
back, he said. Your sons are with
me. They should be growing up in the
palace. What sin have they committed? Or do you wish to bestow on them your guilt?
From his palace he could see the
Sarayu flowing. Her waters were sullied because
of the previous night’s rain.
What can I bestow on anyone? He asked himself. Except guilt, maybe.
wow you have a way with words Mr.Matheikal! I actually started sympathizing with Mr.Ram !
ReplyDeleteAs I passed the Chattarpur Temple (Delhi) this morning, all decked for Ram Navami but with countless police people all around, this story began to generate in my imagination. Glad you liked it.
DeleteYou've seen the story from a different perspective..a much human one ..rather than his God-like stature . In Bengali literature we have an ancient poet named Krittibas Ojha who translated Ramayana is Bengali verse. He portrayed the character of Ramchandra in this way....like a normal human being..vulnerable and full of emotions...
ReplyDeleteThat vulnerable and emotional Rama must have been the real Rama, don't you think? People create gods. That's my view.
DeleteYes, I fully agree with you on this point..human beings create Gods and a God's credibility always depends on his devotees.
ReplyDeleteSir ...... i am speechless.... you have seriously potryed rama's real image and amazing one.....even ater beinng relegious hindu... i always wanted to analyse that why he left his loving wife... u made it easier for me.. thanks
ReplyDeleteMost welcome, Manish. Religion becomes more meaningful when we understand it deeper. Of course, rituals and mysteries may have their relevance for some. But for me, the rational-emotional approach works.
DeleteThe story in Ramayana says that it wasn't the real Sita who was kidnapped by the demon king. See, how the stories and perspectives vary. Ram is known as 'Maryada purushottam', one who acts with the utmost decorum. So, he did what a king had to do and along with it he didn't allow Ravana to even touch Sita (a husband's duty). This is how I look at the story. I prefer the godly figure of Shree Ram. :)
ReplyDeleteThere are many versions of Ramayana. There is a Buddhist version in which Sita is Rama's sister.
DeleteThe concept of "Maryada purushottam" has to be reexamined. During the days of Ram, it was a man's (as opposed to woman's) world. The man made all the rules and those rules determined the meaning of maryada. Are those rules and notions applicable now?
Secondly, the moment you attribute perfection to gods you place them above and beyond you. Such gods are only fit for worship and miracles. The real gods should be within ourselves, with all their (our) imperfections and vulnerabilities. Only then they become meaningful to us, helping us in our search for meaning.
A nice and human account. I agree with views expressed by Maniparna...
ReplyDeleteI too accept Maniparna's view. It's a very rational approach.
DeleteWonderfully written !
ReplyDeleteCompliment accepted in humility.
DeleteWonderful human perspective and a non-judgemental that leaves the reader thoughtful
ReplyDeleteLiterature is never judgmental. Glad you found my account non-judgmental and thought-provoking.
DeleteBeautifully written. The noted Novelist Narendra Kohli has written Ram Katha in a series of his novels depicting Ram as a human creature.
ReplyDeleteRam, Krishna, Jesus, Muhammed... weren't they all human beings first? Thank you for the compliments.
DeleteLovely Writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Hope to be good enough in future too :)
DeleteAmazing...in a way this is the best version from Ramayana :)
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