Copyright 2005 VikramAdith

FOREWORD TO THE FIRST EDITION Dear reader, I first read the Ramayana in the wonderful comic version created by the Amar Chitra Katha publishing house. This is an attempt by me to write down the Ramayana, as I see it, in the version of a rhyme. The original Ramayana, by Valmiki was indeed a poetic version, but the ancient scholars were never overtly interested in making things rhyme and, as far as I know, not many people have tried to do so since. It is still version alpha, a little crude, a little blunt. Ill get down to attempting to perfect it once all the Kandams have been put down. There are 6 Kandams and they are: Bala Kandam: from Ramas birth to his marriage. Ayodhya Kandam: Till Ramas exile from Ayodhya. Aranya Kandam: The kidnapping of Sita. Kishkinda Kandam: The meeting with the Vanaras and the search for Sita. Sundara Kandam: Hanumans sea long leap and antics in Lanka. Yuddha Kandam: The End!

So here is ma lil Ramayana, which stays true to the original most of the time, with the occasional deviation. But, still it remains, the Ramayana, eternal, in itself. As the Creator, Brahma, said: as long as the mountains stand and the rivers flow, so long will the Ramayana be read by Man. May you all enjoy! Ekamevadvitiyam. And perhaps write your own version! [?] Cheerio!

Raman VikramAdith Deepavali, 4th November 2002

BALA KANDAM
Many millennia in the past, In the Yuga called Treta, The Kingdom of Kosala, Was ruled by Dasharatha. He lived in Ayodhya city, The capital of the nation. Where he ruled the land, With love and devotion. Dasharatha had three wives. Kausalya and Kaikeyi and Sumitra were their names. They lived in a palace grand. Dasharatha had everything, That was desired by men. Except the thrones heir, For he had no children. Man wanted to be father, And King needed heir. And yet, for several years, No children he could sire. So his Guru Vasishta, Gave him some advice, You must hold a great And glorious sacrifice. So the sacrifice was held, To bless the royal family, With the children it wanted. Everyone worked fervently. After several long hours, A divine being appeared, Out of the fire that blazed, And Dasharatha, it neared. King, you have pleased us. That for which you wish, Shall come if your wives, Eat from this golden dish.

The divine being vanished. And all prayed gratefully. Finally, children Ill have, Dasharatha said hopefully. Payasa from the gold dish, Was given to his wives, And Lo! Soon the palace, Was blessed with new lives! Kausalya gave birth to Rama, And all rejoiced at the first. Soon, in Kaikeyis hands, Bharatha was being nursed. Lakshmana and Shatrughna, Were born Sumithras twins. There was great rejoicing, From the palace to the inns. The four boys grew soon, Learning sciences and arts. They were clever and kindly And won everyones hearts. Sixteen years passed on. One day, a visitor came. It was Sage Vishwamitra. With power of great fame. The King received the sage, In a very respectful fashion Vishwamitra was pleased, At Dasharathas devotion. He said: O King of Kosala! I come to ask you a favour. To help me achieve peace, While doing daily prayer. The King replied instantly: Name anything, my Lord And Ill do my very best. Ill give you my word.

So Vishwamitra told him: We are being disturbed, By a gang of rakshasas. They must be curbed! Let Rama come with me, To end our daily torture. For I hear he is a skilled, And very accurate archer. The King had told him, His wish would be done. But how could he send, To battle, his young son? So he begged the old sage, Please have mercy on me I shall come there myself, Along with the whole army. But please spare Rama, He is still far too young! The sage said: All over, Your praises are sung. However, I can see now, That none of that is true. You gave a false word. This you shall soon rue. It is Rama or none at all. Do you hold to your lie? A long, troubled silence Was the Kings only reply. The sage turned around, And was leaving in rage, When Vashista spoke up: Please, wait great sage! You will certainly leave, Our old durbar happier. And he told Dasharatha: Why is it that you fear?

With Sage Vishwamithra Rama will suffer naught. The Sage wishes to help. Rama will benefit a lot! He will learn great skills, In combat and much more. For the sage is very wise, And has a treasure of lore. Sighing, Dasharatha spoke: Rama will learn of battle, But it seems just yesterday, He was shaking a rattle! But you know far better, So Rama shall be sent. Good decision, O King. You shall not repent. The King sent for Rama, When he came, he spoke: The Sage Vishwamithra, Needs help for some folk, Under rakshasa attack. With him, will you go, And aid him with arrows From your famous bow? Rama agreed to leave. Lakshmana then said, That he would go too. To get ready, they sped. They were both blessed, By their two mothers, And wished the best, By their two brothers. They travelled for long, Stopping for little rest. After a few days travel, They were in the forest.

Vishwamitra warned them, Sharpen both eye and ear, This is the home of Tataka, An abode of heavy fear. Tataka is a giant rakshasi, Our tormentors mother. We must put an end to her. Before we move further. So Rama lifted his bow, And plucked the string, So through the forest, a Mighty note would ring. Far away, Tataka heard, The loud, fearsome sound. She walked in its direction. Soon, the three, she found. Tataka charged at them, In a furious, blind rage. Shoot her or we die! Shouted the old sage. She attacked intensly. With rocks, she fired. They nimbly evaded, Soon, she was tired. The princes noticed this, And quickly shot back. Though young, accuracy, They surely did not lack. But where was the target? Tataka became invisible. But to see her vague shape, Vishwamithra was able. He pointed her out to them, Dealing her plans a blow. They rained deadly arrows, On their evil, invisible foe.

Rashly, she charged down, To crush them into paste. Rama steadied himself, Little time, could he waste. He fired a perfect shot, Which pierced her chest, And her reign of terror, Had been brought to rest. Vishwamitra praised them, And taught them new skills, From slicing a wood branch, To blowing up whole hills. They then set off again, So that the princes could Protect the sages ashram, Holding off bad from good. The ashramas dwellers, Welcomed them gladly, Recounting their torment They spoke very sadly. Rama pepped them up. Continue thy holy activity, For, my brother and I shall, Provide you strong security. The rituals recommenced, With the ascetics assured, That the rakshasa problem, Had now been finally cured. No sooner had they begun, When the rakshasas came. Led by Maricha and Subahu, Villains of dubious fame. They appeared howling, Many a foul, loud word. By their powers of maya, Each could fly like a bird.

They rained down rocks, Trees and even rotten meat. Soon a nauseous stench, Went up in the fires heat. But, for the first time ever, A reply came from under. To the music of bowstrings, Singing songs of thunder. An arrow hit Maricha, With such great force, He was flung out to sea, Far beyond the shores. All the other rakshasas, Refused to surrender, And soon were shot, Six feet down under. That ended their terror. The sages were grateful. The princes humbly said: We were only dutiful. The sages then asked them, Would you want to join Our journey to Mithila? A kingdom great and fine. The princes replied, Sirs, With you, we gladly go. On the way, they heard, Of Lord Shivas great bow. It was a massive weapon, And if it could be wielded, To that man, the Kingdoms Princess would be wedded. So had declared Janaka, The King of the Land. Many had sought to win, The Princess Sitas hand.

Sitas birth was a miracle, She was found underground. The Earths daughter grew, Into the delight of all around. Soon, they reached Mithila, And were taken to the King. Welcome O Sage, he said, Who are these lads you bring? Rama and Lakshmana, Vishwamithra answered. To rid me of rakshasas, They have both served. The princes bowed to him. The King gave blessings. You both are truly worthy Of a great line of Kings! Thank you Your Majesty, Rama replied. We would, Like to see the great bow, To see if use it, we could. Certainly you may see it, But handle it you can not, Just like many great Kings, Even the strongest of the lot. The bow was brought in. In a huge, heavy platform. The bow was massive, Not light, as was the norm. Rama did not hesitate, Right up to it, he went, And lifted it with ease. Astonishing all present. Then, he tried to string it, But Shivas bow snapped! It was as if, in the room, A thunderbolt had clapped.

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A feat worthy of praise, Unlike praise ever sung, Had been accomplished, By one who was so young. Janaka called his daughter, And she agreed to marry. Messengers were called, And given news to carry. That Sita would wed Rama. A special message was sent, To Ramas family in Kosala. Speedily, all messages went. When Dasharatha received, The sudden and great news, He was elated and set off, Instantly, with his retinues. People felt this marriage, Was truly made in heaven. And that great blessings, Would befall their union. The big day finally came, And Rama and Sita wedded. With gifts and blessings The couple were flooded. Everywhere, there were, Dances and celebrations. Poor people were given, Food and clothe donations. Rama and his family stayed Awhile, before they returned. But for Sita, away from home, Her life was being turned. So, as they left the palace, It was a bittersweet day. They left in the early morn. As Kosala was far away.

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After their caravan had, Travelled some distance, They were blocked by a, Man standing in defiance. Dasharatha disembarked, To investigate the delay. Who is it, he asked. Who stands in our way? It is I, Parashurama! Was his fearsome answer. If Royalty is the scum, Then I am the cleanser! Rama had stepped out. Parashurama shouted: I heard of your heroics, Some bow, you lifted. But respect Ill give if You lift Vishnus bow. Now, your true worth Will definitely show. Rama walked up to him, Took the bow nonchalantly, Strung it easily, and pointed, An arrow at him defiantly. Worthy enough for you? He asked acting innocent. Or are any more bows That need to be bent? Parashurama smiled back, Indeed you are worthy. You may now go home, Where awaits a great party! Rama laughed and said: That, I was expecting. Now please give us, Your sacred blessing.

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Sita came to join Rama, And Parashurama blessed The newly wedded couple, Looking a bit embarrassed. The caravan proceeded, Kosala, it took a path to. Where the foretold party, Awaited the wedded two. The people celebrated, Near, far, long and wide. For adored Rama, and, Sita, his newly wed bride.

|| END OF THE BALA KANDAM ||

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AYODHYA KANDAM
Dasharatha was immersed, Thinking about his death, And how he could prepare, For the day that must be met. He knew that in Rama, He had a worthy heir. In whose hands he could, Entrust the nations care. He consulted his court, And all agreed instantly, None seemed to do it, Even slightly hesitantly. So he sent a messenger, To call Rama to court. Rama walked in saluting. Son Rama, come forth. We have decided now, To give you the title. Of the Crown Prince! As you have the mettle. Surprised, Rama asked, But Father, why so early? Because, was the reply, We all want this dearly. All know your virtues, And believe you will, Rule this great nation, With wisdom and skill. All wish, said a courtier, That you be Crown Prince. Being rich in good deeds, And devoid of any sins. With a bow, Rama said: To your wish, I agree. After a loud cheer for Rama, The court passed a decree:

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That Rama would become, Crown Prince of the land. As Rama left, he heard, His coronation being planned. He set off for his rooms, All the time wondering, What change to his life, This new turn would bring. Sita greeted him with her, Usual cheery, bright smile. Rama told her the news, They fell silent for a while. Why this sudden decision? Surely, it is too early for this. Duty will completely rule us, Our freedom, well soon miss. But well meet the challenge, Of leading the whole nation. So saying, they forgot awhile, Of the upcoming coronation. Meanwhile, the news spread, Throughout the Kosalan land. On hearing of the appointment, A wide smile would expand. Not so for a maid of Kaikeyi. Manthara was the ladys name. Creating gossip and malice, Was her most favourite game. She told Kaikeyi of the news, In the hope of creating discord. But, Kaikeyi was delighted, and Presented a necklace in reward. You are happy? she shrieked. When you should be in tears? I should cry? asked Kaikeyi. For this, Ive waited for years!

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Happy? cried out Manthara. Do you not know a thing? Soon, you will suffer greatly, At the hands of the new King! Soon, you last right might be and pay heed to my word To choose whether you two, Die by hanging or by sword! Kaikeyi replied, horrified : Ramas been like a son to me! Manthara scoffed: You even, Feel motherly to your enemy! Once he comes into power, He will execute all who may, Want to challenge the throne, If not soon, but surely someday! My Bharatha has no such Ideas to take over any power. Manthara retorted: Will you, Be so silly and nave forever? Rama will take no chances. You think he has no wit, To wait for a challenge? Early on, hell be rid of it! You will be dealt with once, Bharatha has been done in. In prison you will die alone. Perhaps you will agree then. Whispering lies and half-truths, She poisoned Kaikeyis mind. Until against Ramas virtues, Kaikeyi was completely blind. Already, she had been convinced: She and her son were doomed, Soon after Ramas coronation, Which around the corner loomed.

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Manthara was very pleased. Now, she could just enjoy. The ensuing mayhem would, Give her many days of sick joy. Kaikeyi, hysterically asked, How to stop the coronation? Dasharatha will not agree, To any deal of persuasion. Use the two promised boons! Kaikeyis memory took wing, Back to a time, quite long ago, When a fierce war was raging. Dasharatha had been fighting Back then, in a furious war. Kaikeyi did not fear battle In bravery, with him she was par. So she went with him to war, In the role of his charioteer. In their beloveds company, Neither could feel any fear. So they fought for many days, As the war ceaselessly ensued. Once, Dasharatha was hit by, An arrow that left him injured. Kaikeyi showed great bravery, Steering them off the battlefield. To a place where he could rest, Until his wounds had healed. Dasharatha gratefully said, In return for saving my life, I shall grant you two boons O my saviour and my wife. Thank you, Kaikeyi replied, My boons I shall not choose, Until some time in the future, When they will be of use.

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Use them! said Manthara, To make your son as heir! Get rid of Rama as well, And you can be free of fear. So it was, Manthara made, Kaikeyis decision for her. Often, those behind the scenes, May be the greatest danger. Kaikeyi went to Dasharatha, With a highly lengthened face. Concerned, the King spoke, To her, using flowery grace. What is it, love? he asked. You look sad and distressed, And, hence, as beautiful as, The sun setting in the West. Do not try and pacify me! Kaikeyi venomously replied. I shall listen to no words Until I am fully satisfied. Dasharatha was taken aback, By Kaikeyis fiery outburst. Before, she would playfully Sulk and avoid him at worst. But what now angered her? Why treat me as an enemy? Ill do all within my power Just speak the matter to me. So you say! said Kaikeyi. But obey me, you have to! For two boons, you owe I now ask them both of you! Dasharatha was left shocked. What had come over his wife? What merited invoking boons? With doubts, his mind was rife.

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What do you wish granted? Anxiously asked Dasharatha. Firstly, the Yuva Raja, Shall be my son, Bharatha. Secondly, Rama shall be, Exiled for fourteen years. Dasharatha was stunned, Could he believe his ears? Love, why are your words Soaked in so much malice? You always loved Rama. What has now gone amiss? Kaikeyi turned in wrath, And the King could see, Her mind, had been fed, With a malignant fallacy, That Rama was an enemy. But she had now invoked, The two promised boons. Which couldnt be revoked. If he refused the two boons, Great sin, he would commit. No solution, the King found, Even searching, all his wit. Finally, he spoke slowly, Send for Rama, my son. A guard went immediately, To give Rama the summon. Rama came and saluted both His step-mother and father. Dasharatha, in his long life, Had done nothing harder. He tried to speak to Rama, But he choked on his sadness. Overcome, his mind slipped, Into an ice cold darkness.

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Father! cried Rama, rushing, To catch the swooning King. What has brought this sadness, And caused you this suffering? Rama, I know, spoke Kaikeyi, That the King is sad to choose. Either he must cause you pain, Or all his honour he must loose. Rama looked up and said: No matter what my cost, I shall always make sure, That his honour is not lost. Then listen! said Kaikeyi. On the day of the coronation, Bharatha shall be named, As Yuva Raja of the nation. And exiled for fourteen years, You shall live in the forest. She looked at Ramas face, Great wonder, it expressed. These you are bound to do. Or your father would break, A promise that he has given. You must do it for his sake. Good blackmail, said Rama. Now I have to do thy bidding. I hope that by fourteen years, Your delusion finishes fading. Saying so, he walked away, To take leave of all he knew. When his told his mother, Kausalya turned a deathly hue. How can this be possible? How! O Lord! she wailed. Rama finally left after his Efforts to pacify her failed.

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Lakshmana was pure anger. The lady must be totally mad! Do not speak, said Rama, Of your step-mother, so bad. After much talk, he managed, To calm Lakshmana down All right, but I am coming, With you, out of this town. Despite Ramas arguments, Lakshmanas mind was made. I will go see my mother now, For farewell, I must bade. Rama went to see his wife, To whom he had been wed, Hardly a few short weeks. Sorrow began filling his head. He went to Sita, who saw, That something was wrong. He told her of the matter. Sita, you must be strong. I have no choice in this. Sita replied: What a pity, Life will be hard, if in the, Jungle, we will be staying. We? asked Rama, surprised. Of course! came the retort. What would you do alone, Without me, I know not. Rama put up a weak protest, But Sita was being adamant. So, they joined Lakshmana, And to the King, they went. Dasharatha had just woken, Rama spoke to him: Father, We shall now leave on exile, According to Kaikeyis order.

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No Rama, Dasharatha said. She has lost all her mind. Either that, or all these years, Sanity she perfectly feigned. Speak not! spat Kaikeyi, To me, the boons you gave, It is my right to choose, Anything for which I crave. Rama spoke: I shall not Start my life by breaking, A promise of my fathers. Just so I may become King. Forget my promise and I! You must seize the throne, I cannot bear to see you, Exiled from all your own. Why would I desire anything? I will be living in the forest, Surrounded by the beauty, Cradled in natures breast. Kaikeyi fetched them robes, That were made from bark. You shall dress as ascetics, Before, on exile, you embark. They voiced no complaint, But wore them in a hurry. But Sita knew not how to, Being used to only finery. Let me help, offered Rama, But Vashista spoke up saying: Do not deny her jewellery Or a princess fair clothing. She has no boon to fulfil, And comes by choice only. She need not suffer the way Fate has twisted cruelly.

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Saying so, he blessed them, And they felt fear vanishing. Dasharatha was dismayed, But gave them his blessing. Finally, with a last breath, They left Dasharathas room. Trying hard to not entertain, Bubbling thoughts of doom. They were going to be taken By chariot into the forest, By the Minister Sumatra, Despite their every protest. But Sumatra insisted on it. Finally agreeing, they left, Trying to forget the luxuries, Of which they were bereft. Sita turned for a last look. From surprise she cried. For the whole of Ayodhya, Followed like a great tide! We heard of what happened, People said. And decided, That we shall follow you, On all paths that you tread. Despite Ramas repeated, Pleas for them to return, They stubbornly refused, Towards the city, to turn. So, having no alternative, The journey was restarted. They reached river Tamasa, And all the party decided, To stay there overnight. But as everyone slept, The exiles and Sumatra Woke, & away they crept.

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As they left Kosalan borders, Rama turned back, sorrowful. May we return after exile, To a land no less beautiful. They reached the banks, Of Ganga, the sacred river, They met a local hunter tribe, And Guha the Chief Hunter. How can we aid you, Asked the hunters boss. Please provide a boat, The river, we must cross. Definitely, said Guha. For the boat, they waited, Meanwhile, the brothers, Both had their hair matted, By using Bhurja tree sap. To Sumatra, Rama said: We must take your leave. Sumatra shook his head. How can I return home, With my chariot empty? Rama said: This is like A vacation too lengthy. Though it seems long, Homecoming is certain. Saying thus, they coaxed, Sumatra to sadly return. On the boat given by Guha, They crossed sacred waters. All praying that their fates, Would be made no worse. After they thanked Guha, They entered the forest, Keeping the darkness from, Making them depressed.

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Where Ganga and Yamuna, The two great rivers, meet, Lived the sage Bharadwaja, In an ashram, small and sweet. They requested him for, Directions to a pleasant, Location to live, where Danger was not constant. Mt. Chirakutha. he said. With fruit trees it is filled, And is calm and peaceful. The news made them thrilled. With the sages blessings, They went to the mountain. A beautiful place, tucked In folds of the forest curtain. There, the three stayed, Revelling in the calmness. Their days, they spent, Lounging in their bliss. One day, they saw afar, A towering dust cloud, Rama said, Be ready, To welcome a crowd. Lakshmana scaled a tree, To investigate the source. Its Bharatha! he shouted, Coming with an armed force! Having used his mother, To secure the throne, He comes to finish you, So he may rule alone! Rama said: Do not be, Hasty in judging people. Bharatha is a wise man, His moral is not so feeble.

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It was indeed Bharatha, With him was Shatrugna. They were robed in bark, Like Rama and Lakshmana. They leapt of their chariot, And ran towards the hut. The brothers embraced, Not weeping, with effort. Rama said: Tell me, What news, brother? How are our mothers, And our beloved father? Bharata replied grievously, His sorrow at your plight, Proved too much for him. He died in sleep, last night. The trio were devastated When the news, they heard. When the tears had dried, Prayers, the brothers offered. After the last rites, Bharatha Spoke with a sombre face: Shatrughna and I were at My grandfathers place. When we returned home, We heard the terrible news. Of fathers promised boons. And their nefarious use. Now you must return home, And take over the throne. Then maybe, for mothers Sins, partly, I may atone. No, Bharatha, said Rama, I promised, your Mother. We must protect the word, Given by our late Father.

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Please return to Kosala, To be crowned the King, In fourteen years we shall, Return with perfect timing. Bharatha said: So be it. I shall return as ruler, But only in your name, Shall everything occur. He gave Rama two sandals, And asked him to wear them. These shall be my sceptre, My authority, my anthem. They then said farewells. To Kosala, they returned. And to their ascetic lives, The trio stoically turned. They lived at Chitrakuta, Blissfully, though exiled. But news was spreading, Speedily, far and wide, About Rama's location. People came to see him, All the roads to the forest, Were filled to the brim. All expected him to perform, Miracles and bring fortune. They came to his hut, where, His praises they would croon. To escape the fanatic legion, Leave Chirtakuta, they had to, They slipped away quietly Without making much ado. To the Dandaka forest, They decided to leave. But the forests they left, Oft sang a song to grieve.

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Left, have those who lived, Contented, and ever-sweet Rama, Sita and Lakshmana, Who blessed us with their feet. || END OF THE AYODHYA KANDAM ||

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ARANYA KANDAM
Rama, Sita and Lakshmana, Walked to the Dandaka forest. They were invited by sages, To their ashrams for some rest. All the sages begged the trio, To stay in some place near. As rakshasas kept the sages, Victims of a constant fear. Rama said: Give us a place, And we will stay right there. And then, you shall be safely, Allowed to work without care. It was the great sage Agastya, Who suggested that they stay, In Panchavati, an ideal place, For their life, work and play. They trekked to Panchavati, and Built a cottage in a beautiful spot, With this home, they were content, Despite, them being a royal lot. So it is, that even those cursed, With bad luck or wretched fate, Must learn to build contentment, And not view destiny with hate. One day, there appeared, a woman, Of mesmerising and exotic beauty. She approached Rama and spoke, In a voice so lovely, yet haughty. O handsome one, I am Shoorpanaka. You are a great man, in every sense. I am overcome with desire for you. Wed me and lead a life of indulgence. Rama was taken aback at first, As if his brain had been spun. I am married, and would not dream, Of touching any other woman.

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However, my brother is still single, Go speak to him, the same words. Shoorpanaka gave a huff and turned, And Lakshmana, she went towards. But Lakshmana had no interest, In leading a life of indulgence. Which might not last very long, According to his common sense. He had to wriggle out, so he said: I have come only to serve my brother, You do not wish to marry a servant? He hoped he had made himself clear. Shoorpanaka turned upon Rama, And angrily yelled: I have decided, That you must become my husband, So by tonight, we must be wedded! My mighty brothers, always ensure, That what I want, shall be mine. Besides, why would you not take, A woman who looks so divine? Rama then tried some preaching: Look lady, it is wrong to lust Quiet! she screamed, and saw Sita. You deny me, for that ugly pest? The illusion of beauty was lifted, And a rakshashi stood in her place. She charged madly, straight at Sita, Covering ground at a great pace. But Lashmana leapt after her, With an arrow, he slashed at her. Sans ears and nose, she ran away, Howling, back to her accursed lair. Well done brother, said Rama. But we should keep up our guard, The brothers she was mentioning, Might want to try and hit us hard.

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Sure enough, they spotted an army, Approaching them with loud cries. Lakshmana, take Sita into the caves, I dont think they come to be nice. Once the rakshasas spotted Rama, They charged at him ferociously, Boots thudding, and swords clanging, And shouting curses viciously. An army numbering mere hundreds, Was not going to trouble Rama. He decided that getting rid of them, Would require just a bit of drama. Fitting an arrow to his mighty bow, Mantras he chanted, and fired it high. The rakshasas were shocked to see, Fire raining upon them, from the sky. The army ran helter-skelter, routed. Shoorpanakas brothers were aghast, They tried to shoot arrows at Rama. But in archery, they were outclassed. Rama replied with deadly accuracy, And the leaders fell down in a heap. Their soldiers ran away afraid that, They too would be put six feet deep. One of the lieutenants, Akampana Felling lucky not to be in shreds. Flew to Lanka, to see its King, A mighty rakshasa, with ten heads. The name of the King was Ravana. So powerful, that even the Devas, Were too fearful to challenge him. So terrible, Ravanas reputation was. Here Akampana came, for Ravana, Was Shoorpanakas eldest brother. He narrated the entire story to him. Ravana roared angrily, like thunder.

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On cue, Shoorpanaka arrived there. She wailed the entire tale once more, And fuelled Ravanas rage further. His blood boiled, like melted ore. Thoughts of revenge filled his mind. The Pushpaka Vimana, or flying palace, He used to fly down to Panchavati And spied on the trio from a dark place. He saw the formidable brothers, Princes of the kingdom of Kosala. But he was also smitten with lust, For Sita, the Princess of Mithila. Ravana then decided that he would Kill two birds with just one stone. The brothers would be destroyed, And Sita would sit next to his throne. He started making his nefarious plans. He sought Maricha, whom he had to see. Maricha was one of Tatakas two sons. Ramas arrow had hurled him out to sea. That incident had depressed him so much, That he decided to give up his bad ways He stayed on the same island where he fell Meditating, on Rama, till the end of his days. Ravana found him and asked for his help I have to take my revenge on the two princes By kidnapping Sita and making her my Queen This will make them suffer in all excess. "You, my friend, have more queens than, "You can count," Maricha said wryly. "You will experience naught but misery "If you continue to act so greedily." Ravana was not going to listen to this. "I am not some lowly commoner. "I am the great Ravana, Lord of Lanka! "If I want a woman, I shall have her!"

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SPEAK NOT SUCH WORDS, YOU FOOL! Dont you know I am a changed person? Anyway, do not try out your evil plans. You will be burnt like Icarus near the Sun. Ravana did not know who Icarus was. Icarus is Greek to me, he said angrily. But I dont care for your moral lectures. If you are wise, you will help me willingly. Maricha replied: I believe that we differ, On our definition of the word wisdom. Ravanas blood was boiling with rage. I am the Lord of the Lanka Kingdom! You dare not defy me, the Great Ravana! You shall help me or I shall kill you! Maricha considered. If he disagreed, Ravana would kill him, quite painfully too. But if he agreed to Ravanas evil plan, He would be killed by Rama himself. What a predicament, O God! he said. At your feet, I surrender myself! For a while, he dwelt on Ravana and Rama I will die at the hands of the latter. He decided this because, obviously, Death without torture would be better. All right you old villain, Ill join you. But mark my words, they may be my last. Hostility with Rama will bring you doom. I say so with experience from the past. Ravana replied outraged: Silence! Dont compare Ravana to you, Weakling! HA HA! Hostility with Rama, indeed! If he is wise, he will treat me like his King! One look at my majesty and grandeur, And only a fool would stand in my way. For none stand a chance against me! So I hope Rama is as wise as they say!

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If that is your idea of wisdom, said Maricha. Then Rama, is the Worlds biggest fool. So after you easily defeat him in battle, I hope you will not treat him too cruel. Ravana failed to notice the sarcasm. Right you are, O Maricha, my old friend. You are the Royal Adviser I never had You shall receive my grace till the end. Im flattered, my Lord, said Maricha, In half disgust at the ease of sycophancy. So what is your plan, Maharaja Ravana? A simple assault, or something fancy? Ah, let me see. I have a brilliant plan. Make use of your famous maya power. And distract the princes away from Sita Then, Ill just sneak in and grab her. But Maharaj, I thought you just told me, That you would use your majesty and grandeur, And frighten off the two Kosalan princes. So why do you need poor me to be a lure? Maricha smirked to himself and was pleased. While Ravana tried to put up a high air. Ravana said: Do not question my plan. They wouldnt oppose me, who would dare? But Im afraid, that in their stupidity, Sita might come to some sort of harm. That is why, Im being extra cautious, Until such time, Sita is under my arm. A wise plan, Maharaj, said Maricha. Maricha wanted everything to be over with. You had better start making preparations And meanwhile, Ill practice my bit. Brilliant! What enthusiasm you show. You clearly see the power of MY greatness. I shall make you a member of my court. Maricha replied: Thank you, your Highness.

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But he was laughing inside himself. For he knew that Ravana would die soon, And Maricha would be sharing his fate. We will start, by tomorrow, at noon. So the next day, they left the island, And flew towards Panchavati speedily. Hiding amongst the shrubs they peered, And Ravana started eyeing Sita greedily. Feeling disgusted, Maricha stood up. He stood not on two, but four legs. For he had turned into a golden deer. Ravana stared with eyes as wide as eggs. But before Ravana could utter a word, Maricha was off, prancing in the open. He did his best to catch the trios attention Even he wasnt sure what would happen. Maricha the deer, caught Sitas eye. She gazed at the scintillating deer. She was amazed by its golden skin. Look at yonder animal, Rama dear. I wonder what that creature could be? Deers dont usually have golden skin. Could you please capture it for me? Try tempting it with grass and lure it in. All right, said a confused Rama. Ill go after it. Brother, stay here. Saying that, he stalked the creature, He tried offering grass to the deer. But the deer turned and bounded off. Rama leapt to his feet and ran after it. Maricha remembered Lakshmana. He had to get him away using his wit. So, he let his maya fade slowly, Rama, seeing a rakshasa, took aim. He let fly an arrow, which hit Maricha. Maricha shouted Lashmanas name.

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SAVE ME, O LAKSHMANA!!! He screamed it with his last breath. Making it sound like Ramas voice. Then he prayed, and welcomed death. Sita heard the scream and was dismayed. Lakshmana, Rama is in danger. Why dont you rush to his aid? Why, is it that you still linger! Sister, Rama must be unhurt. I doubt a deer could harm him. It must be some evil illusion, It is loaded with deceit to the brim. But Sita was too worried by now. Please go and find you brother. What is there to lose by caution? I cannot take it any further! Lakshmana was put in a dilemma. With a shrug, he picked up his bow. He said a quick prayer to God. Please protect this home, when I go. Saying that, he went off to search. He came upon Rama, far away. Rama said: Why did you come! A trick, that rakshasa has tried to play. With his dying breath, he cried out, Trying to imitate me being in pain. I fear it was a lure to draw us out. But why, since he was already slain? Unless he was only a subordinate, And the real villain is at our house, Attacking Sita! We must rush back! Fearing the worst for Ramas spouse, They ran back as fast as they could. Rama ran in calling for Sita loudly. He ran hither and thither in worry, Unlike the Prince who strode proudly.

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It was clear that Sita was not there. On the ground, were strange prints, Of the feet of a giant, heavy person. Of a struggle, there were several hints. Oh no, said Rama. Sita is gone! A mighty rakshasa has abducted her. I shall not rest until she is safe again. Pick up your bow, fill you quiver! We have to find and rescue Sita. Rama and Lakshmana left in no time. They started scouting the forest, Looking for any signs of the crime. Soon, they came upon a huge form. Look Lakshmana, is this the monster? Having devoured Sita, my wife, He lies down, slowly digesting her! They went closer to have a look. It wasnt a rakshsasa, it was an eagle. A holy eagle, the size of a bison. It looked majestic, from any angle. With wings that could span the Ganga. But the majestic beast was dying. Who are you, O Enigmatic Eagle? Slowly, the Eagles eyes were opening. Who do I spy, with my Eagle Eye? Could it really be the exiled princes? Ah, I am blessed by thy visit, Lords. I am killed, trying to save the Princess. Sita? asked Rama. My wife, Sita? Yes, it was her. Your only wife. A rakshasa was carrying her away. Standing in his way, cost my life. Dont worry, I have no regrets at all. Better die selflessly, I always say! The brothers were drowned in sorrow. A sudden ally, would not last a day.

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I smashed his vehicle to smithereens. But his sword hacked up my wings. Rama was touched with utmost sorrow. You, are the greatest of all bird Kings! Thank you Lord, for your praise. Nothing makes old Jatayu happier, Than the blessings of a wise man. Now if youll honour me with a pyre. The brothers solemnly set up a fire. On it they placed Jatayu, finest of birds. They stood by the side in prayers. Just weeping, being lost for words. Finally, they set off once again. Not far off, they were halted. By a giant, cyclops rakshasa. Do I smell bird being roasted? I came in to join the feast! The brothers shouted at him: Stay away, this is a funeral! Not a party to join at your whim! The rakshasa replied haughtily: Funeral, eh? So the bird is dead? Good, I dont eat my food alive. Furious, Rama started seeing red. All right, you monstrous villain, Face your doom at our hands! The monster tried to attack them. Next to him, they were like ants. But their weapon mastery was not. So, in no time, the rakshasa was killed. When he died, a miracle happened. Through the forest, a strange light filled. And out emerged a celestial being. He bowed humbly to the brothers. Greetings, O Lords, you are sad. But believe me, it could be worse.

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I am a gandharva called Kabandha. Once, my arrogance got me cursed. So it was that I became a cyclops. Finally, from that form I have burst. I have you to thank, O Lords. Let me help you in your quest, Follow this route to Shabaris. She will take you in as her guest. She should help you find Sita. Saying that, Kabandha disappeared. The brothers followed the route. Soon, Shabaris house, they neared. Shabari was an old, ascetic lady. She lived in the middle of the forest, All the time meditating on the Lord. The woods around her, felt blessed. The princes were spotted by her. You search for your wife, my son? Yes, mother. I am dying without her. And news of her safety, I have none. She served them bowls of berries. These berries, are the sweetest. I have tasted the berries myself. And have given you only the best. Lakshmana was a bit sceptical, These fruits have been bitten, He whispered discreetly to Rama. She serves food, partially eaten! Rama whispered back, Eat them. This is the pain she has taken, Of personally tasting all berries, Her hospitalitys great token. Seeing the berries in that light, The fruits, the brothers gratefully ate. Subsequently, Shabari, spoke about, The quest given to them by fate.

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You wife has been taken by Ravana. The tyrannical rakshasa King of Lanka. Youll need help to rescue Sita. This you will find at Rishyamooka. There, look for Sugreeva the Vanara. He will prove to be a strong friend. Thanking Shabari, they set off again. Wondering when it would all end. Soon after they left, it has been said, That Shabari went into a sacred trance, And achieved moksha, the ultimate goal. That eludes even the best laid plans. || END OF THE ARANYA KANDAM ||

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The two brothers said a last prayer, For Shabaris old and holy spirit, And left towards the Lake Pampa, For Mount Rishyamooka was near it. The lakes beauty lifted their hearts, Even though for Sita they pined. The Pampa sparkled like a diamond, And was clear as a good mans mind. They walked up Mount Rishyamooka, Marvelling at the beauty of nature. On top of the mountain sat Sugreeva, Who was making plans for the future. He spotted the two princes climbing, Behold! He said to his advisor. Here come two mighty warriors. They may be spies of Vali, the cur! The advisor replied: Worry not! My Lord, I shall investigate them. They may or may not be of harm. They do not carry Valis emblem. So said Sugreevas loyal advisor, A wise being, of proverbial might. Hanuman, was the stalwarts name. Among hallowed stars, he shines bright. He walked quickly down the slope, Until he was near the strange pair. He saw that they wore tree bark, And that they had matted their hair. He had heard of the exiled Rama, And knew that it was him he saw, Along with Lakshmana, his brother. Two men who were without flaw. Hanuman used his powers of Maya, And wore an old hermits guise. He then approached the princes, And spoke, sounding polite and nice.

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Who may you wanderers be? And why do wander over here? Do you come to fell hard timber? Or do you come to shoot deer? In a flash, arrows were drawn out. And pointed at Hanumans head. Hanuman was surprised to no end. Woah! Was it something I said? After all, he did not know the story, Of the magical, malicious creature That led them both away from Sita, And caused this whole misadventure. State thy name and purpose now! They shouted at the old hermit. I am Hanuman, advisor to Sugreeva. Me walking this forest, he will permit. But strangers such as yourself, Should be more polite if abroad. The princes nerves were on the edge, After all the miles that they had trod. They cooled down their tempers, And slowly lowered their weapons. Be wary brother, said Rama, Be ready for whatever happens. Hanuman smiled at them and said: Worry not, princes. I am harmless. So you may appear, said Rama. You may also be an agent of malice. Now, now, dont be too hasty! Said Hanuman. Hear my mind. Then speak it! snapped Rama. We havent time for talk of idle kind. My King, Sugreeva lives here. He is in exile from his throne. For, his evil brother usurped him. And out of his land, he was thrown.

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The Kosala princes felt dj vu. I too am exiled from my lands, said Rama, feeling a touch sad. I was exiled at my aunts hands. tis a small world, said Hanuman. So both our plights are the same. Except in our case, theres more. For the villain has the heros dame. A dj vu overload followed. Even we have lost a damsel! My wife Sita, jewel of Mithila! Without her, I feel I am in Hell. Ramas grip on his bow loosened, But doubt clouded Lakshmanas face. If Sugreeva is a King of a land, Then where is the blasted place? Look around you, said Hanuman. The land for miles around here Should be under Sugreevas rule The capital, in fact, is very near. Ridiculous! Lakshmana bellowed. We have spent weeks in this forest, And we saw not a single building. In green trees, the lands are dressed. Very observant, replied Hanuman. In these trees, we spend our lives. Where we feed, work and play, With children, husbands and wives. You live in trees? Come now, It is only monkeys who live such. Right again, Prince Lakshmana. Now, the truth, thy mind can touch. Lakshmana wracked all his logic But could not think of an answer. Rama, who was quiet for long, Seemed to have the truth closer.

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You are a monkey, he said. Lakshmana nodded furiously. I agree! And a sly one at that! Rama laughed and said: Seriously. Brother, I mean a REAL monkey. Now youve gone mad as well! Actually he has not, said Hanuman. Lakshmana turned, and his jaw fell. Where the old hermit had stood, Now stood a tall, strong monkey! Now, Ive REALLY seen it all. Open your mind, thats the key. That is easier said than done. Why should we trust a stranger? We may be able to help you Get Princess Sita out of danger. We are called the Vanaras. We live in this green forest. We try to be a peaceful lot, Merry making, we do best. Two days ago, in the trees, There we found, shiny gold. It was a womans necklace Made for one from royal fold. Can we see it? Rama blurted. Follow me, Ill take you to it. We shall, but you be warned! Open be our eyes and our wit. Hanuman shrugged and walked, But the princes were both tired, Yet they plodded on resolutely. News of evidence had them fired. Hanuman saw this, so he slowed. Still, he felt sad for the humans. Climb on to my shoulders, He said, with kindness, immense.

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The base is a long trek away. Thanks, but we are not so weak. Retorted Lakshmana, proudly. I could go on walking for a week. But he was clearly exhausted, So Hanuman changed his tact, We live in a secret location. For we fear being attacked. So to keep our location secret, We must take the utmost care. Hence, I must blindfold you, If you really wish to go there. So he took two pieces of cloth, And covered the princes eyes. Now you cant see your feet To be carried would be wise. For the path is treacherous. But I can make it in a run. Then it struck the two princes: Hanuman had pulled a fast one. But in truth, they were tired, So they said and did naught, But let Hanuman carry them, He was no danger, they thought. In this fashion, Hanuman ran, Until they reached the hideout, Who are they, friend or foe? They heard a distant voice shout. Friends! replied Hanuman. Your palms are dry, I hope. The brothers did not understand, Until they faced a dangling rope. From a tall tree, it was hung. Climb up the rope ladder! To climb or not to climb? Which option was badder?

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They took long, deep breaths, And Rama caught it in his grip He could hardly climb a head Before downward, he would slip. This will not do! he said, The fourth time he fell flipping. Ill tie the rope around me. That will stop the slipping! So using the ingenious device, He rose to the top of the tree. Some struggle with the knots, And of the rope, he was free. Lakshmana soon joined him. They took a look around. Wherever they looked at, Monkeys were to be found! This was clearly the lands, Where Hanumans folk stayed. They were all quiet monkeys. Living in fear of Valis raid. Like Hanuman, they stood, Three heads above a human, With powerfully built bodies, They looked like many he-men. To the surprise of the princes, They also found Hanuman there. Standing in a relaxed manner. We climbed as fast as we dare. And here you are so speedily! How did you climb so soon? Me monkey. Me climb fast. He replied, chuckling like a goon. I nearly forgot, Rama said. Now: take us to your leader! Before any more bad clichs, Their King was brought there.

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Sugreeva was a grave old King. Who had seen far better times. Hail! Why do you come now, When I am hit by Valis crimes? If you assist us, said Rama, I shall help you end this plight. And will re-throne you, even if, An entire army, I have to fight. Sugreeva was totally delighted. So it shall be, Sugreeva said. He sent for the jewels that fell, Onto some poor monkeys head. Rama looked at the jewels, And he broke down in tears. For they had belonged to Sita And they heightened his fears. These were Sitas jewels, He sobbed on top of the tree. She tried to leave a clue, So she let these drop free. Sugreeva felt deeply for Rama, For his wife too was a captive. To defeat their foes, they needed To be strong, united and creative. So with Fire as a Holy witness, The exiled Kings formed a pact, They swore an eternal alliance, Forever, to one plan, theyd act. Then, they sat and planned, First, Vali would be removed. They had to rid him, before Other obstacles could be moved. So Sugreeva went to the capital. And roared in front of the palace:
Vali! COME OUT NOW AND MEET ME!

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What do you want, you loser? Do you wish to be bashed again? Go and hide far away, or else I shall make you writhe in pain.
Peace brother! said Sugreeva. Ive come to broker a final peace.

Peace! You dare to talk any more, And you shall not be in one piece.
Fool! Your time has come at last. I challenge you to single combat!

HAHA! I accept the challenge! Now, I can crush you like a rat. In no time, they picked weapons, And strode out into an open field. They had worn full body armour, And both chose the mace to wield. They attacked with furious rage. In vicious battle they were locked. Unknown, Vali was being targeted. And at him, an arrow was nocked. Rama took aim and shot once. His arrow hit the intended mark. Vali fell, the shaft in his heart, The world around turning dark. Rama and Sugreeva appeared. Fie on you cheats, he shouted. You shot me like a sneaky rat! A string of profanities he mouthed. No Vali, we have cheated you not. Youve wrongly taken the throne. You reap the fruits of your deeds And your fruits of sins have grown. Vali realised all his wrong doings, And using the last of his breath, He begged mercy for and from all, And lay in calmness till his death. The Vanaras gathered in the capital, Kishkinda, for Sugreevas coronation. And they began a great simian party

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With supplies to feed a whole nation. Soon, Hanuman became impatient. What is the point of this? he said. We have a commitment to Rama. To help him save the lady he wed! Sugreeva realised his early fallacy, And sent for the Vanaras warriors.
Go forth and find Princess Sita! Halt for neither foe nor barriers!

So the great monkey search began. Droves went a-searching in earnest. They headed speedily to the South. Fired up, they walked without rest. This great gang was of high profile. For, there were three of great name. Hanuman, Vanara Prince Angada, and Bear Lord Jambhavan, of great fame. They journeyed till came the shore. Land gave way to sea. First barrier. Vanaras were daredevils on land, But sea? Naught but Narga was scarier. So we reach the Sea, they said. And how to continue the search? We know not what lies beyond Our sight ends at the sunsets perch. So we have no idea what to do? But we cannot stop just here. We owe service to Prince Rama For, his help, we must hold dear. We should not return failures, Having done a lot of nothing, We either successfully find Sita, Or we shall all die trying! Then, from behind some boulders, Slowly appeared a gigantic creature. Die trying? it asked. Good idea. Then Ill eat you. Twas a vulture.

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The Vanaras stared at the monster. If were eaten, aloud they thought. Will Sita-Rama be never united? Will Great Jetayu be avenged not? The monstrous vulture stood still,
Did you mention Jetayu the Eagle?

Yes, he died a hero defending Sita. They saw the hugest tear drop dangle. I am Sampati, said the vulture.
Jetayu was my younger brother. I feel devastated that hes dead. Please go into the story further.

So the Vanaras told Sampati the tale. When it was finally over, he prayed.
So he comes to a heroic, brave end. But did he die in vain? Be not afraid! Lanka, the isle is 100 yojanas South. I am sure you warriors will win. I am too old to aid you any further. But in the end, good shall crush sin.

The Vanaras were filled with pep. They saluted the great, old raptor, Who had been glorious in his time. So weve taken care of one factor, But our target lies across the sea, said Angada. How to get there? One of us shall have to leap, If any of us can, and will dare. But who among us is so strong? I can leap the length of the Sea, But I shall have not the strength, To return to tell what I did see. The wise Lord Jambhavan spoke: Why wonder and ponder so hard? You know who we have among us. It is time now to play the Ace card. The Bear Lord walked up the shore, To Hanuman who was seated alone. He was holding a ring in his hand.

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But the royal ring was not his own. It was Ramas to be given to Sita, As proof, should the need ever arise. I know what you want of me, Lord, He said, slowly, like one who cries. You are the only gifted among us. Fear nothing O Son of the Wind! Go and bring glory to the Vanaras, And punish those who have sinned! These words hit Hanumans soul. He got up to his full and tall height. An Lo! He kept getting taller still, It was, for all, a magnificent sight. That was the power he had hidden, And unleashing it, he became great. Such is the potential hidden within us. That needs some inspiration to create. So Hanuman was poised to fly. Not another monkey, but divine. Like we all can, and all should, Rise to fly above our egos ravine. || END OF THE KISHKINDA KANDAM ||

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Looking out to the deep blue sea, Hanuman stood tall as a mountain. That his quest would be successful Everyone there believed for certain. Hanuman said a prayer for Good, And bowed to all those present. Then, he steadied his huge self. And with a leap, began his ascent. With great speed, he flew south. He flew high above the blue Sea, Just below the great, white clouds, Where the best view he could see. High up in their heavenly abode, All the Devas watched, astonished, A monkey breaking the sound barrier. To test his true strength, they wished. So Indra told the Serpent Queen, Behold this super-sonic simian! He is accomplishing a great feat, That cant be done by any avian. He is on a great mission for Rama. But I wonder if he has the strength, To actually complete his epic quest. After traversing all the seas length. I shall test him now, My Lord, So said Surasa, The Serpent Queen! Hanuman looked down and said, Thats funny. The sea looks green. AHHH! Something has got me! He felt himself pulled downwards, By an unseen force from below him. The sea, it was pulling him towards. What had happened was simple. Surasa had risen from the depth, And grabbed Hanumans shadow. Aye, a thoroughly illogical concept.

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But Hey! This is a myth after all. So Hanuman was firmly gripped. Stop struggling you silly monkey! Or your filthy tail will be ripped! No! Spare me my precious tail. What are you going to do to me? Im going to feast on you, primate! Then I really do not quite see, How it matters if you rip my tail! So saying, Hanuman struggled hard, And managed to get free of her grip. Now move aside you tub of lard! I have a quest to be completed! But you have to let me eat you! It says so in a heavenly decree! A heavenly decree by who? Surasa handed a note to Hanuman. It read: TO ALL EARTH FOLK. PLEASE NOTE THIS DECREE. BY NONE SHALL IT BE BROKE! SHRI HANUMAN, THE VANARA, SHALL ENTER SURASAS MOUTH, IF HE FLIES ABOVE THE OCEAN , TO BHARAT MAINLANDS SOUTH. THIS DECREE HAS BEEN PASSED, AT THE DEVALOKA HIGH COURT, BY INDRA, LORD OF THE DEVAS, AND IS EFFECTIVE HENCEFORTH. See? You do not have a choice. You shall be my lunch for today. Unless you wish for Indras wrath. Not a very lenient Lord, they say. Hanuman was incensed by now. Well, the order, I have to follow. But it really is hard to believe, How men in power, stoop so low.

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All right you hungry monster, Are you ready? he asked her. Of course I am, I cannot wait! Ill eat all but your smelly fur! Then say Ah, you foul monster! Surasa opened her mouth wide. But Lo! Hanuman grew wider. She lengthened the mouths side. Then quickly, Hanuman shrank, To the size of the most tiny fly, And flew into her mouth, and out. And gave her a smile that was sly. Well, there you go, Surasa, With the decree, I complied. Lucky it came from Heaven, So my wit, not anger, replied. Then, to Hanumans surprise, Surasa turned into a goddess, Decked in Heavenly fineries, Jewellery, and a regal dress. Dear Hanuman, God bless you. You have passed my given test, And learn! For, using your wit, And not anger, is always best! Hanuman bowed low and said, O Surasa, Queen of Serpents! A great truth you have revealed, He, who angers, always repents. Now go forth noble Vanara, And may you be victorious! A divine voice then resonated,
Hanuman, may Narayana bless!

Hanuman bowed with finality, And rose up above to the sky. Soon, he had resumed his flight, Flying speedily, and very high.

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Hail to you great Vanara! From my slumber I woke,

To the voice of the sea God, Sagara. And he requested, That I provide you lodgings So you may continue rested.

But Hanuman replied with a bow, I am sorry, O Noble Mountain, For I shall not rest until success, Of my quest becomes certain.
Why not rest on Mt. Maneka? You must be out of strength.

That is not so, great Mt. Maneka, I can easily cover the seas length. Maneka was as amazed as stone. O mighty monkey! he said.
I wish that the best luck, May come upon thy head!

With that, the mountain sunk down, Disappearing underneath the water. Hanuman bowed his head in thanks, And flew on, this time, much faster. Soon, he was within sight of land. And he dived to a lower altitude. He approached the shore very low, So his approach could not be viewed. From behind a rock, he scanned, The shore as far as he could see. His eyes came to a woman warrior, Whose eyes looked out to the sea. She was Sri Lanka, a fiery spirit, Who guarded all of Lankas walls. All knew, Lanka could be attacked, Only if the spirit of Sri Lanka falls. 55

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Hanuman homed in on the sound, And saw a woman asleep on a bed. Is this Sitadevi? he asked himself. No, she would rather be dead. Than sleep so very comfortably, In the house of her violent captor. This has to be Ravanas Queen. An afterthought: Or a daughter! The aerial reconnaissance continued. He was surprised by what he found. There were several lavish bedrooms. Each with a woman sleeping sound. He has so many wives, he thought, And now, he wants yet another one. This mans stupidity, greed, and lust, Make him think women exist for fun. I must save Sita from such a life! Saying so, he flew on in his search. He arrived at an extra large bedroom. On the window sill, he went to perch. Inside, he saw Ravana lying sprawled, On what was the largest of the beds. In a moment of horror and amusement, Hanuman saw that he had ten heads! Shaking off the shock, he flew away. Sita could not be inside the palace. He was now in a lovely tree grove. But that hardly gave him any solace. He quietly leapt from tree to tree, Hoping that he would find her soon. He could see in the light of the stars, And he was also aided by the moon. And then, something caught his eye. He swung to a branch that was low. And looked closer. There he saw, A woman, her head lowered in a bow.

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He was about to climb to the ground, When he heard some approaching feet. It was Ravana and a few of his guards! Hanuman froze in his precarious seat. Ravana went right up to the woman. She stood and backed away quickly. Why do you spurn me lovely Sita? Maybe because you make me sickly. So it WAS Sita! She must be saved! But Ravana had to leave her alone first. He could not risk facing him right now. Upon his ten heads, Hanuman cursed. I have everything a woman wants! Sita laughed and replied sarcastically: Despite your charms, your courtship, Has to involve kidnapping women? Ravana looked outrageously angry. Hanuman only just stifled himself. How dare you spew such impunity! You better keep check of yourself! Mighty words from a kidnapper! You wont get respect from even a rat! Ravana looked like he would hit her. Hanuman was not going to allow that. But Ravana just controlled himself. He obviously did not want her hurt. After all the trouble he had taken, Why ruin her with an angry spurt? No, he would preserve her beauty. And ravish it when he deemed fit. I shall be back, he said and left. In his face, a red light seemed lit. Hanuman waited for him to leave. He had almost jumped down when, Several rakshasis appeared below, They had been in some unseen den.

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They sauntered right up to poor Sita, Who stood up her ground defiantly.
Why do you resist his prompts? You have no escape, definitely. Not while we are guarding you! Why do you cause her such pain?

Asked the oldest of the rakshasis. But her words were all said in vain.

The other rakshasis just ignored her, And continued their bitter taunting. They cursed her, swearing and spitting. Soon, they got bored and left her, Hanuman did not waste any time. He leapt on to the tree above Sita, And he softly sang out this rhyme: There once was a great Prince. He was Rama, the peoples hero, But he was exiled from his land, From the thrones heir, to zero. That was someone singing of Rama! Sita looked around her for the voice, But could it be just a trick of Ravana? Sita was cautious not to hastily rejoice. He was ordered into the forest. Along went his brother and wife. Together, they tried to make do, With what they were given in life. Sitas was being greatly troubled, Was captivity driving her insane? Come out so I may see, she said, The singers form, clear and plain. But Hanuman wanted to be sure, That in him, she would trust fully. He was aware that his simian looks, Might make her think him a bully. So it was, that he made his mind, To keep singing in the same vein, By trickery, a villain stole Sita, Rama searched for her in vain. 59
Do you think you are a Goddess?

Please show yourself, cried Sita, You speak so well of my husband, That you must be dear to him! Come, and my misery shall end. Hanuman felt that it was the time, So he leapt onto the ground below. With palms together he approached, And in front of her, he bowed low. Greetings O Sita, I am Hanuman. I was sent by Sugreeva, my King, Who has allied himself with Rama. And Rama, has sent you this ring. Hanuman took out Ramas gold ring, And held it out for Sita to receive. I am still fit and full of strength, If you wish, we can instantly leave. Sita smiled, but shook her head, Lanka, I shall not leave so soon. You had better return to Rama, If you fly as well as you croon. Hannuman was shocked wordless. How could she not want to return? Why do you say so, O Princess? Your reason to stay, I must learn. Ravana has used some magic, So I may be touched by none. There is no way out of the spell, Only if he dies, it may be done. Hanuman, knew Ravanas power, Granted by Gods he had appeased. After that, he had practiced until, His divine powers had increased Worry not, O Princess Sita, For if Ravana has to be killed, Then Rama shall see it done, To slay any foe, he is skilled.

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Sita smiled, thinking sadly The smile brought memories, And hope was kindled in her, By Ramas mighty victories This land is ruled by a great evil, Sita said. The people are suffering. For their King cares not for them, An end to all this, Rama may bring! Rama himself must come to Lanka, And my own freedom he must claim, Ravana shall refuse, due to his ego, And so, his force, Rama shall maim. I hear you, O Brave Princess! I shall inform Rama instantly May you be safe and dignified, And rebuke him so defiantly. With one last bow, he leapt high. Before returning, he had a wish, To give the villain a little taste, Of what would be a large dish. He flew down and landed heavily, Right in front of Ravanas abode. O ye of great sins! Come out, And behold what fate will bode. Ravanas soldiers came out rushing, And saw a monkey, tall and proud. They charged at him, but halted soon. For he spoke, commanding and loud: Bring me him whom you call leader, Meanwhile, I shall rest and relax. Saying so, he flew off into the trees, While they froze like statues of wax. Finally, they regained their sense, Or at least, the small part of it that, Enabled them all to run screaming, Right into the palace like many a rat.

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Their racquet woke many wives, As well as the King and his son. Called Inderjit, he played a part in, All atrocities his father had done. Truly a chip of the foul, old block, He was power hungry since young. By many a family, and many a soul, His villainy is often fearfully sung. Father told Son, Go forth now, And find the root of this noise.
Yes, father, I shall do as you bid.

He said, as if excited by new toys. He gleefully took his weapons, And ran down to the lower level. There, he met the stunned guards.
What happened? Answer well!

There is a mighty monkey outside. My Lord, it has magical powers! Inderjit was angry and distraught. He shouted loud with many a curse.
I had come to enjoy a good fight, And you little fools were delirious. You saw a magical monkey indeed! Now learn the meaning of serious.

Enraged, he decapitated two guards, And had almost chopped a third head, When a voice glided in from outside, Have you all run back to bed?!? Inderjit walked out to find out who, Would dare to talk to royalty, such. When he saw what was a monkey! His guards had told him as much. Hanuman was sitting on a statue, Busily eating a huge pile of fruits, That he had cradled in his long arms. Plucked fresh, alongside some roots. Now, wait a minute! Ugly am I? Said Hanuman, looking very outraged. Or maybe you have a cock eye?
Guards! Arrest this ugly monkey!

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Inderjit was enraged, swearing aloud. Im going to break your every bone! You and what army, may I ask? Then Inderjit realised he was all alone.
Filthy guards! They have run away! All because I made some minor cuts!

You are rich, why cut their wages?

Their wages? Theyre all paid peanuts. But when workers are unsatisfactory, My sword just takes their heads off. It easily solves all problems I know.

Hanuman knew not, to cry or to laugh. He flung hard a rotten fruit at Inderjit, Splatting his face with smelly seeds. Inderjit raised his bow and delared:
Now you shall pay for your deeds!

Inderjit lined up an arrow and shot. Hanuman flew aside, avoiding it. He flung the rest of the fruit down, And they all splashed on Inderjit. Angry, he let fly another arrow, but Hanuman easily evaded once more. Ive had it with you! said Inderjit.
Behold, it is the Bhramastra of lore.

Hanuman once earned a great boon, So he had no cause at all for alarm. It was decreed by Brahma, that he, By no astra would ever come to harm. But Hanuman was bored of playing, He wished to meet Ravana in person. And what better way of introduction, Than by being prey hunted by his son. So when Inderjit shot the astra, He fell dramatically to ground. Within no time, he was captive, His hands and feet tightly bound. Straight to the Kings presence, He was taken by reluctant guards,
Look father, the present I bring! Bound tightly within these cords!

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Ravana stared for long and hard. It is a monkey he said slowly. But he can talk! said Inderjit. And Hanuman hatched a plot slyly. His ears told him where he was: A court that was full of people, Who he presumed were ministers. He had to look small and feeble. With his Maya, he reduced his size, To that of a common little chimp. He tried to fight me! said Inderjit.
But I made him look like a wimp.

Inderjit, you fought with a monkey?

Im telling you father, it can talk! And it was a lot bigger, a while ago. And it can fly as easily as walk!

Why does it not say something? Asked one of the ministers present.
I have shot him with a Bhramastra. Straight to Yama, he has been sent.

Ravana then lost all his patience. You used a Brahmastra on that! Is this your idea of a little prank? Or do you talk through your hat? Monkeys cannot talk, you fool! You must be totally intoxicated. Your brain appears to be a void, That your senses have vacated. Hanuman was chuckling silently. Deciding to get on with his plan, He sat up and faced King Ravana. The vilest of all the rakshasa clan.
What? It is alive! said Inderjit. Why not kill tigers for my coats. Shouted Ravana, Instead of this, An ugly monkey wearing clothes!

Clearly, bad taste is in the family. Hanuman said, and made all jump. Even your father thinks me ugly Despite himself being a fat lump.

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Ah! What an impudent monkey! I am a Vanara, to be precise. He stood up, stretched his limbs, And grew back to his original size. Hear my words, and hear well. Prince Rama sends a message. Princess Sita, shall be released, If his wrath you wish to assuage. How dare you say such words! Ravana retorted, as Sita predicted. You shall pay for thy insolence. Kill him! he angrily instructed. Do no such thing, spoke a voice. It was Vibeeshana, a wise person. He was Ravanas brother by birth, But opposite in wisdom and vision.
This Vanara came a messenger, So it is wrong for him to be killed Agreed, Ravana said shockingly,

Agreeing to what another willed! The amazement soon died off, And familiarity took its place. The monkey shall be taught One or two respectful ways. Ravanas intent became clear. Hanuman, he would humiliate. Now, all were waiting to see, Just what scheme hed create. Set his tail on fire, he said. And parade him on the streets. Then he can tell all about us, When Rama, he next greets. A few guards did the necessary, By tying a cloth around the tail, Soaking it in oil, for it to burn. Before leading him on the trail.

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They had not enough cloth, So they brought some more, The tail was still not covered, So additional fabric, they tore. But the more cloth they used, The less they seemed to cover. Hanuman was up to his tricks, Elongating it with Maya power. Hanuman chuckled with glee, Until he finally tired of the trick, They finally finished tying him, And set his tail to a burning wick. But once they led him outside, Hanuman soon sprang to life, Leaping up and roaring loud, He made sure, chaos was rife. He first made himself miniature, And out of his chains he leapt. Bringing himself back to full size, In a circle though the air, he swept. His elongated tail up in flames, He flew around the palace walls, Making everything burn as well, To turn them into ruins and spoils. People who lived in the city, Came and saw the fiery sight, Of the tyrants palace burning, Lighting the sky with red light. Then he flew away to the sea, Before Ravana came to attack. The rakshasa could be lethal, Especially in a mood so black. Ravana and his cohorts ran out, To save their own fat behinds, They were running helter-skelter, A deep fear had set in their minds.

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The people started asking aloud, Have those gundas got their dues? Was this accident a punishment, For years of their power abuse? Little did they know of Hanuman, Who had flown speedily to water, Where he doused his tails flames, And turned North, flying even faster. At this great speed, he reached, The land where he had begun. The Vanaras waiting, saw him, Returning, in the morning Sun. He crashed landed in his joy, And told everyone his stories. When they learnt about Sita, It was the end of all worries. So the bounty had been found, And they could all return back. They went back singing aloud, Self-praise, all along the track. Before they reached Kishkinda, They reached Madhu, a forest, That was maintained beautifully, For the Vanaras holiday rest. There, some Vanaras pleaded, O Lord Angada, be graceful, Weve suffered long and hard Our mission became fruitful. So we should enjoy this forest, Which is filled with juicy fruit, Lovely, sparkling, cool water Honey, and lots of quality root. Angada laughed and declared aloud, If youre a monkey, then PARTY! A riot of fun followed those words, Shouting, Hail Angada the Sporty!

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The old caretaker of the forest, Dandimukha as he was known, Shouted at them to halt at once, But none heeded the old drone. Angered at the forest rampage, He went to Sugreeva, and said,
A bunch of impudent monkeys, Have danced, drank, sung and fed. All on the precious Dandimukha! Angada, no less, is their leader. Angada? asked King Sugreeva. Only one explanation can be there! The mission has been a success. Yes, let them celebrate all day, They have found news about Sita! Let them all do what they may!

Rama just walked into the room, Did someone mention my wife?
Yes, news of her has been found.

Finally, some light in my life!

The Vanara party was called in, Hanuman told all, the whole tale. From his sea crossing, right to The burning of (and by) his tail. Rama wept silently throughout. Finally he spoke, Thank you. You have fought great foes, And flown over the deep blue. And yet come back victorious! For you, no praise will suffice. God save Sita, my captive wife, And curse Ravana, Lord of vice. Rama fell silently into his thoughts, Far away Lanka, was just as silent. Ravana and company were shocked At the aftermath of the recent event. For long, they had lived in sin, Fearing nothing, respecting none. But justice had eventually come, And what a way, it had been done. 68

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The meeting had fallen silent, Rama was sunk deep in thought. What should be his next action? A brilliant idea, his mind sought. I shall have to rescue my wife, By negotiation or by my sword. But even though we are allied, I will not hold you to your word. For it would be wrong for me, To expect you to join in a war, And endanger all your subjects, Though they may follow you far. Sugreeva gathered his minsters, And spoke to them with pride:

We are indebted to Prince Rama, Now, to war he wishes to ride. What action shall we take now? Should we abandon him to fate?

There was a huge cry saying Nay! It appeared, the end of the debate. So, Sugreeva spoke out to Rama,
Do you hear all that they say? We have sworn to be your ally, Alone, you shall not go away.

Vanaras, we leave for the coast!

Rama was totally lost for words. He bowed low to the Vanara host. Sugreeva turned and faced them,

The entire gathering cheered, Each then left to his own home, To say farewell and gather arms, Before leaving for sand and foam. In a few hours, all were ready. All strong, fit he-Vanaras came, Farmers, warriors and craftsmen, The rich and the poor, all same.

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They marched towards the South Singing loud songs of all kinds, Of great battles and love tales, Villains, and those of wise minds. At long last, they had reached, The southern shore and the sea. Their spirits immediately sank, Even in the Vanaras most gutsy. Hanuman had leapt long over The entire ocean and returned, But what could all of them do? In their minds, the doubt burned. Rama stepped forth, and prayed, O Sagara, Lord of the Oceans! Please allow us to cross water, To punish Ravanas evil actions. The waves rose high and crashed, They heard a deep gurgling voice, I shall support all that you build! The Vanaras cheered to rejoice. Thank You, Lord, said Rama. A Vanara said, That is funny, Something is at the horizon, Careful! Weve got company! Looking out to sea, they saw, Four figures flying beach-wards. The Vanaras drew all weapons, Bows, maces, spears and swords. The four flew with saluted palms, Rama said loud: Hold your fire. They are coming to us in peace. Let them speak what they desire. The flying quartet flew down, And they landed on the beach. I know you! said Hanuman. Wisdom you tried to teach!

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To your blockhead brother, When he wanted to kill me. I bow to you, though you are The brother of our enemy. If you are Hanumans friend, Said Rama. You are welcome. But do not plan to negotiate. Is that why you have come?
Indeed, no, came the reply. Vibeeshana, I am known as. I defect from Ravanas side. Gone too far, now he has. You may be weaker than he, But better suffer noble defeat. Than guilty victory, we feel. We will join your every feat.

Rama said, I am honoured, That you consider me worthy, Are they welcome? he asked. All cheered, their tones, hearty. So Vibeeshana joined them, Along with three colleagues. Now they needed a bridge, To cross the many leagues. Among the Vanaras was Nala, A great builder and engineer. He had built many a treehouse, His skills, they all did revere. He was entrusted with duty, To oversee the construction, They made the plans quickly, And they got down to action. They brought large stones And placed them on water, Where they stood, as on soil. Sagaras boon, did not falter. The bridge was extended, Until it reached the shore, Of Lanka, Ravanas land. They knocked on the door,

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By blowing great conches, And striking a deep fear, In Ravana and his cohorts. The arrival was made clear. They quickly set up base, And laid out their defence, As the enemys fear grew, Making all deathly tense. Meanwhile, Sita was visited, By Ravana, acting victorious. He said: Now there is none, Who can come between us. Sita replied: Except that, I do not wish to join you, And besides, Rama will Ravana clapped, on cue, A slave appeared carrying, A tray, with a ghastly load. For on it was Ramas head, Which to Sita, was showed. Sita fell down unconscious, Ravana gave a dark laugh, And walked away hastily, To join his military staff. Sita came to and stared, The head was nowhere. The kind rakshasi spoke: Please do not despair. I saw all that happened, Rama has not been killed, It was all done by magic, In which Ravana is skilled. In fact, Rama is camped, On the Lankan seaside! Sita thanked her profusely, In exultant relief she cried.

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Ravana went to his fort, And climbed a tall tower Where he best could see, His oppositions power. Hanuman spotted Ravana. At us, Ravana is looking. Are you sure it is him? It is surely Lankas King. Very few men I know, Have more than a head. Yet each one of his ten, Is ego stuffed, he said. I shall go greet the ass, Angada said and jumped. He landed next to Ravana, And the guards, he thumped. From each of his heads, He knocked off a crown, And as fast as he came, Away, he jumped down. The Vanaras cried out: Good job, young prince! While Ravana seethed, Seeing his enemies grins. Destroy them! he shouted. The armies had assembled, Now, out of the Lankan wall, The death machine rumbled. The order to attack was given. Furiously the soldiers charged. Straight into the Lankan army, The cheering Vanaras barged. They met the first offence line, When Inderjit emerged to fight, Rama had to counter his moves, For them to avoid a sad plight.

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Inderjit was firing missiles, Loaded with deadly magic, And Rama kept countering, But wars are always tragic. The two armies fought hard, Many fell injured, even dead. That day, Heaven and Hell, Found themselves well fed. Then, Inderjit pulled a trick, And launched, well disguised, Snakes at the Kosalan princes, Leaving them very surprised. They faltered in their defence, And were hit by the venom. Inderjit tried to kill them off, But the Vanaras shielded them. Showing resolve and strength, The Vanaras fought back. Inderjits magic was spent, So he pulled out of the attack. This left the rakshasa army, Quite toothless and tame, And they hastily retreated, Until reinforcements came. The brothers had not stirred, And all the Vanaras feared, That the deadly snake venom, Might never be fully cleared. As they all lay mourning, Suddenly, loud and high, Came the majestic sound, Of a great Eagles cry. The Eagles are coming! In fact, there was only one The greatest one of them all, Whose wings eclipse the Sun.

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Garuda, vehicle of Vishnu, Had come himself, no less. He soared down and landed. A great sight to witness. Garuda talon-walked over, And brushed his feathers, Gently across and around, The faces of the brothers. As the Vanaras watched, The two of them arose, As if from a late sleep, Long after the cock crows.
This is divine intervention, And has come because of, Your groups noble intention. It is not your prayers that, Are heard up in Gods abode, For even your Ravana prays, Much worship he has showed. But his deeds and desires, Are Unholy all the time, Great sins he likes to commit, And a large variety of crime. Then he prays to wash off sin. Such is his false worship. So it is that God aids you, Who endure great hardship, And achieve true spirituality, Hence, to God, you are dear. Now, go on with your heroics Your only enemy is your fear!

He spoke to the whole army,

Saying thus, he soared up, To the sky, blue and bright. Away from the battlefield, And soon was out of sight. As they slowly came out, Of all their divine stupors, They realised what bliss,

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Had come out of a curse. An almighty cheer went up, But was drowned out soon, By the Lankan war horns. It was to be a late high noon. This time, Ravana himself Was at the formations head. Inderjit had gleefully told him, The princes were both dead. But to his bewilderment, They were both very alive, And very much kicking! Ravanas spirit took a dive. The Vanaras routed them, Lakshmana fired furiously, Leaving Ravana exposed, And he retreated speedily. Rama cut off his return, You are now defenceless Leave, and return later, I shall not be merciless. Ravana returned angrily. Rama had not killed him, He did not know mercy. He felt it was Ramas whim, The next day, he declared: Kumbhakarna shall wake! Do so using any means, For our victorys sake!

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After catching up on some, Neglected body functions, He ambled over to Ravana. Thinking about his cushions. Welcome, Ravana said. You are needed in battle. Shake that monkey army

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It must be just an illusion, Nothing to worry about! Hes right, said Sugreeva. Inderjit has made a mistake! There isnt any dead body, It is most certainly a fake!

Lakshmana then spoke up: No dead body, you say? I shall correct that now! Today is Inderjits last day. Saying so, Lakshmana fired, A magical arrow that sped, Far to the gloating Inderjit. Who instantly fell dead. He should keep his guard, Was all that Rama spoke. Ravana heard of this news, And his entire heart broke. Enraged, he headed out, And attacked furiously. Vibeeshana, thy treachery 80

Shall prove to be costly! He shot straight at Vibeeshana, But Lakshmana fired as well With an intercepting arrow. Making Ravanas anger swell. Ravana now shot Lakshmana, Who fell down, his body limp. That should serve you right, You foul, pathetic little imp! Distraught, Rama stood up, And fired a shower of arrows, To put an end to Ravana. But Ravana escaped all those. As Rama wept with grief, Sushena consolingly said: Lakshmana can be cured, Some herbs are needed. Afar in Mount Mahadoya, Is the only place they grow. Hanuman declared aloud: Then thats where I will go! Rama thanked him greatly. Hanuman once again flew, Across the Indian Ocean, A brown speck in the blue. He flew North all the way, To the Himalayan range. Where he reached the place, With plants looking strange.

Oops, I have a problem! Sushena the absent mind! He forgot to properly say Which herbs I should find. Hanuman thought a while, A decision he did make, To take the minimum risk,

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The mountain he would take. He was, after all, Hanuman, Son of Vayu the Wind God. So he lifted the mountain, Over his shoulders, broad. The Vanara army saw him, After he had flown South. Well, talk about overkill! Aloud they laughed out. Yes, he is in peak form. Punned Rama, cheerfully. The mountain was lowered, And put down carefully. Sushena picked the herbs, And made a concoction, That revived Lakshmana, All ready for more action. Which came quite fast, Ravana made a comeback, After getting more troops. His mood was very black. To his utmost surprise, Lakshmana wasnt dead, And attacked his troops. Rama appeared and said: This shall be the end! One of us shall now die! Ravana charged, shouting, A loud, angry battle cry.

Bows twanged deeply. Arrows flew like hail. The focus was intense, Neither would ever fail. Magical missiles flew, And slowly, they tired, Their magic was drained,

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My main concern now, Is to find Sita my wife. Without her by my side, I live naught but a half-life. Hanuman carried Rama, To the great, tall tree. Where Rama found Sita,

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Who realised she was free. They embraced each other, They cried out sans cease, There were enough tears, To fill many rivers and seas. Vibeeshana was crowned, As the new Lankan King. Many years of prosperity, His rule would soon bring. The Kosalans and Vanaras, Had to again cross the seas. So the Lankans gave the, Pushpaka Vimanas keys. The great flying palace, Was luxury moving fast, The war had long since, Been forgotten in the past. The entire crowd flew, To Ayodhya, non-stop. They flew over everyone, Skimming the citys top. They landed in the palace, Kaikeyi they met first, You have finally returned! I am no longer cursed! Rama, I take back all, That you had promised, And end your foul exile, You, we dearly missed.

Bharatha and Shatrugna, The other two brothers, Kausalya and Sumithra, The other two mothers, All came to welcome, The returning heroes, For the tale had spread,

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As fast as flying crows, Of the battle with Ravana, And Sitas daring rescue. Outside the palace, a crowd, Was forming a long queue. Vashista announced to all, Rama shall be crowned! First, there was a shockwave, Then great cheering all round. So a coronation was held, On the throne, Rama was, He spoke aloud to everyone: This I achieved because, Only my wife integrity, My brothers bravery, And my friends loyalty, Saved me from misery. With such a great group, It was impossible to fail. But due to Ravanas greed, His might was of no avail. Let this tale be a lesson, To all in Ages to follow, When Kali rises high, And Good sinks below. || END OF THE YUDDHA KANDAM ||

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ENDNOTE Thank you for reading this my Rhyming Ramayana. I shall slowly refine my version of this great epic of Valmikis, and I look forward to receiving any suggestions that might help my task. Thanks to all those who have contributed to this creation. To be precise, thanks Sharan. May we all be blessed. : ) as long as the mountains stand and the rivers flow, so long will the Ramayana be read by Man. JAI SHRI RAMA Raman VikramAdith vikramadith@gmail.com

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