This book presents Asia’s most beloved tale, the Ramayana,

free of speculation, interpolation or fan-fiction,

in abridged drama-script format

Compiled of translations from

Goswami Tulsidas, C.Rajagopalachari,
A.C.Bhaktivedanta Swami Srila Prabhupada,
Amala Bhakta Swami, Gita Press & Purnaprajna Dasa

Compiled by
Saie S Surendra
Contents
Disclaimer & Obeisances 4
For Short Dramas 5
About the Monkey God 6
1 - The Birth of Rama 7
2 - Rama’s first task 10
3 - Rama slays the first evil 14
4 - Sita’s Appearance 18
5 - Rama frees Ahalya 20
6 - Rama and Sita meet 22
7 - The Bow Ceremony 25
8 - Parasurama 30
9 - Rama shall be King 36
10 - Raghupati Raghava 38
11 - The Evil Hunchback Maid 40
12 - The Wicked Stepmother 44
13 - Rama’s exile 52
14 - Sita’s Decision 59
15 - Farewell to Dasaratha 63
15A - Rama, Please don’t go 70
16 - Guha and the Tribals 73
17 - Great Poet Valmiki 78
18 - Meadows of Chitrakut 80
19 - Ayodhya’s New King 82
20 - Bharata follows Rama 84
21 - Bharata Suspected 91
22 - Bharata finds Rama 93
23 - Please Return, O Rama 97
24 - Cleansing of evil begins 101
25 - Surpanakha’s nose 109
26 - Khara and Dushana 113
27 - The Manipulative Sister 117
27B - Maricha 119
28 - Ravana’s Past Life 122
29 - The Golden Deer 123
30 - The Abduction 128
31 - Sita lands in Lanka 132
32 - Ravana’s Curse 135
33 - Rama and Sita’s separation 137
33 - Journey Onwards 141
34 - The Sweet Old Lady 142
35 - Kingdom of Monkeys 146

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36 - The Monkey King 150
37 - Monkey Twins 153
38 - The Rain seasons 158
39 - The Search Begins 162
40 - The Hungry Vulture 165
41 - Hanuman’s Glory 168
42 - Hanuman’s Flight 170
43 - Monkey Enters Lanka 172
44 - Hanuman watches Ravana 175
45 - The Monkey in the Tree 181
46 - Havoc in Asoka Gardens 189
47 - Monkey of Fury 195
48 - Hanuman’s Return 201
48A - Rama hears of Sita 203
49 - Monkey Armies march South 206
50 - Ravana’s Messenger 208
51 - The Bridge of Love 209
51A - Greatest Love Symbol of all Time 211
52 - The Moon in the eyes of Lovers 212
53 - Lanka prepares for War 213
54 - Vibishan and the Vanaras 218
55 - Ravana sees Rama’s Army 221
56 - The Battle Begins 225
57 - Mountain of Herbs 230
58 - War of Monkeys and Cannibals 232
59 - The Giant Cannibal 234
60 - Ravana’s Son Indrajit 236
61 - Ten Headed Ravana 240
62 - Lover’s Reunite 244
63 - Return Home 252
64 - Valmiki closes his Epic 255
65 - The Controversial Chapter 256
A1 - Summarised Drama 259
A2 - Summary of Exile 260
A3 - Summary of Forest Life 261
A4 - Summary of Rama’s search 262
A5 - Summary of Meeting Hanuman 263
A6 - Summary of Battle 267
A7 - Summary of Diwali 269

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 Disclaimer & Obeisances
The text you are about to read is beheld as the heart and soul of Asia. You may
enjoy it thinking it to be just a great folktale or fictional mythology, but it is
regarded as a piece of true history and a major spiritual text.

The Ramayana is regularly read or performed throughout Asia with unflinching

devotion for the purpose of purification, attracting positivity and connecting
with the divine. This tale is revered for breaking one free from the suffering of
the repetitive cycle of reincarnation into the material world.

It is also commonly read by those making a romantic wish, such as for a wife or
husband and a relationship like that of Rama and Sita and by those who want a
son like Rama or daughter like Sita.

As repeated by many great saints:

In the Kali Yuga (Age of Darkness), almost every path of spiritual elevation
from meditation, charity and philosophical study is met with intense difficulty,
but the easiest way to enlightenment is by simply chanting holy names.

The names ‘Rama’ and ‘Sita’ are sung through the Ramayana, which also
embodies the essence of complicated philosophical scriptures and the reading of
this scripture is a meditation in itself.

I take great pleasure in sharing Asia’s most celebrated and timeless holy text
which I reformatted as a drama script for use as a director.

We seek the blessings of Lord Ganesha,

Please remove any obstacles in the deliverance of this story.

We seek the blessings of Lord Shiva and Parvati,

Known for narrating Lord Rama’s tale, please guide us with this adaptation just
like you did for Tulsidasji to write this story in his local language.

We seek the blessings of Lord Hanuman,

who is known for attending and enjoying all retellings of the Ramayana,
and we hope you enjoy this one too.

The Ramayana, despite its age, still holds strong relevance today. Lord Rama,
Princess Sita, Hanuman and many other characters demonstrate by example
how to be the perfect person in every situation. Even the villainous characters
of this tale, the Rakshasas (Cannibals) and Human Traffickers are heard of

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regularly in today’s news and documentaries. This tale is timeless and has
something for everyone.

This script was compiled from bonafide translators avoiding speculation and
fan fiction. For those who wish to perform it, be mindful not to interpolate what
is not in the original. Even with the best artistic intentions, we do not want to
bring any offence to this story and its characters by presenting something that
did not happen.

We are also aware of the controversies regarding the last Uttarakanda chapter
from Valmiki’s Ramayana where scholars have stated as inauthentic and has
been contaminated with inserts and interpolations over time. We have therefore
carefully researched and provided this chapter in summary.

For Short Dramas

For those telling this story as a drama on stage, I personally suggest not trying
to do the entire tale in one go. It usually becomes rushed and important key
points and feelings can be lost. Try to pick and focus on some select chapters.

I am sharing below my personal chapter order of how I would tell this story
under two hours on stage. All the description parts are intended to be narrated
by a narrator.

Chapter Order for Short Dramas:

A1 - Intro
6-8 - Sri Rama & Sita meet & marry
10 - Raghupati Raghava song
A2 - Summary of Exile
14 - Sita’s Decision
A3 - Summary of Forest Life
25, 27, 29, 30 - Surpanakha, Ravana & Abduction
A4, 34 - Sri Rama Searching for Sita
A5 - Sri Hanuman Introduction
44, 45, 47 - Hanuman finds Sita
48A, 49, 51 - Sri Rama’s army head to Lanka
A6, 57, 61 - Sri Rama vs Ravana
A7, 64 - Diwali

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 About the Monkey God
If you have ever travelled South East Asia, especially India, Indonesia and
Thailand, there is no way you have not heard of Hanuman. Amongst the
Chinese, there is not one that doesn’t know the Monkey God, Sun Wukong.

These two names have become big cultural icons. It is lesser known to many
Chinese that Sun Wukong already existed in Taoist folklore well before being
written into the fictional story ‘Journey to the West’ about the Buddhist monk
Xuan Zhang. He was already a Taoist God.

Many of the tales about Sun Wukong and Hanuman bear similarities and have
been a hot topic of comparison amongst scholars. There are already several
books about this, but this book is more focused on the original tale of Hanuman.

Many researchers have also concluded that most of the Ramayana describes
places and events that really exist with otherwise unexplainable landmarks
today and therefore is not mere fantasy. Even the creatures such as the ancient
talking monkey race seem to align with scientific findings of now-extinct
creatures and tribes.

It is laughable that some narrow minded folk accept an extinct race of talking
monkeys from Darwin’s theory of evolution but hypocritically are quick to
dismiss them from an ancient tale.

No matter how you take it, this romantic tale will surely bring you pleasure.
Just be mindful, when you read this epic tale, you may find yourself visited by
monkeys, for there is an age-old saying,

“Whenever, wherever this tale is read, Hanuman comes there to listen”

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 1 - The Birth of Rama
LOCATION: CITY OF AYODHYA

To the north of the Ganga was the great kingdom Kosala, made fertile
by the river Sarayu. Its capital was Ayodhya, ruled by King Dasaratha.
King Dasaratha had fought on the side of demigods, and his fame
spread in the three worlds. He was the equal of the Emperor of the Gods
Indra and Kubera, the god of wealth.

The people of Kosala were happy, content and virtuous. The land was
protected by a mighty army, and no enemy could come close.

Dasaratha had eight wise ministers, ever ready to advise him and
execute his orders. Taxes were light and punishment of crime was just
and inflicted according to the capacity of the wrong-doer. Surrounded
by the best counsellors and statesmen, the king's splendour shone as the
rising sun.

Many years went smoothly. But, In the midst of all this prosperity
Dasaratha had one regret.

DASARATH:
I have everything I could possibly wish for but who do I have to carry
on my royal lineage? Who will carry on ruling this kingdom rightfully?
I still have no child, no heir to this throne.

He consulted his ministers for their advice and came to the agreement
that he would get the famed sage Rishyasringa to perform a ceremony
for him to appease the heavens.

The ceremony was a grand affair and was no easy task. Tens of
thousands of folk were invited including many great kings, princes and
sages of the land. All were provided hospitality and entertainment.

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LOCATION: HEAVEN

Whilst the ceremony took place in Ayodhya, there was a conference

amongst the demigods in heaven who came to complain about another
problem to the creator God, Brahma.

DEMIGOD:
O Creator, O Brahma, We are in panic and devastation because of the
tyrant Ravana.

He has become a demon king and torments Earth causing untold misery
and hardship. It is beyond our capacity to subdue, conquer or kill him.

DEMIGOD 2:
Because of a boon you gave him, He has grown wicked and ill-treats
all, especially women. He abducts women from all corners of Earth and
other planets including the heavens.
His desire is to now de-throne Indra, our heavenly emperor. You are the
only one who can advise us now on a method by which Ravana can be
slain and his rule ended.

Brahma replied shortly after.

BRAHMA:
The boon granted to Ravana is that he would be invulnerable and
invincible against Demigods, Demons and all types of other creatures
including animals. But in his arrogance, Ravana did not care to ask for
security against man or monkey.

As Brahma revealed this fateful omission all the demigods rejoiced and
seeked out Vishnu, the preserver and protector of creation and all
begged him.

DEMIGOD:
Please, O Vishnu, please take birth as a human on Earth, and this way
put an end to Ravana and his atrocities.

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 VISHNU:
Be reassured, *Whenever there is a decline of righteousness, and rise of
unrighteousness, I take birth once again, to protect the righteous, to
annihilate the wicked, and to reestablish the principles of dharma I
appear on this earth, age after age.*

I will be born as one of four sons of King Dasaratha who is currently

performing a ceremony for progeny.

LOCATION: CITY OF AYODHYA

Meanwhile, as Dasarath's ceremony was being performed, ghee was

poured into the fire and suddenly flames shot up to meet it.

From out of the flames came a beautiful majestic figure, holding a bowl
of gold calling King Dasaratha by his name.

MAJESTIC FIGURE:
King Dasaratha, The Demigods are pleased with you and have decided
to answer your prayer. Here is some sweet milk rice sent by them for
your wives. If they have this, your wives will all be blessed with sons.

With joy unbounded, Dasaratha received the bowl as he would receive a

child and distributed the sweet milk rice to his three wives, Kausalya,
Sumitra and Kaikeyi.

He asked Kausalya to eat half of it and he gave half of what remained to

Sumitra. Half of what was then left was eaten by Kaikeyi, and what
remained was given to Sumitra again.

Dasaratha's wives were happy, as a beggar suddenly came upon buried

treasure. And in due course all of them were expectant mothers.

In course of time, Dasaratha's sons were born. Rama of Kausalya and

Bharata of Kaikeyi. Sumitra gave birth to twins, Lakshmana and
Shatrughna as she had drunk the divine sweet milk rice twice.

Dasaratha's four sons were given all the training prescribed for princes.
Rama and Lakshmana were specially devoted to each other and so were
Bharata and Satrughna.
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Dasaratha was happy to see his four sons grow up strong, virtuous,
brave and lovable and with all other princely qualities.

One day as the King was contemplating his sons' matrimony, ushers
rushed in to announce that the great Sage Viswamitra had arrived to see
him. Viswamitra was one of the most powerful among sages.

Viswamitra's arrival at Ayodhya was unexpected; and King Dasaratha

stepped down from his throne and advanced a few paces respectfully to
receive the sage. Viswamitra was once a king who had attained
sainthood through many austerities.

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 2 - Rama’s first task
King Dasaratha received Viswamitra and touched his feet,

DASARATHA:
I am indeed blessed among men. Your coming can only be due to the
merit of my ancestors. Like the morning sun that dispels the darkness of
night, your face brings joy to my sight. My heart is full.

I have heard about how you were born a king, but through years of
austerities became the greatest of sages.

You yourself have come seeking my dwelling. Is there anything in my

power that I can do for you? If so, command and I shall obey.

Viswamitra was rejoiced to hear these words of Dasaratha, and his face
brightened.

VISWAMITRA:
O King, your words are worthy of you. Born in the Ikshvaku line, with
Vasishtha for your guru, what else could you say?
You have said 'yes' before I asked. This fills my heart with joy.

And he straightaway explained the purpose of his visit.

VISWAMITRA:
I am engaged in performing spiritual ceremonies, whenever close to
completion, two powerful Rakshasas, Maricha and Subahu, defile it.
They shower unclean blood and flesh on the sacred fire.

Our troubles will end however, if I take with me, Rama, the eldest of
your war like sons. Under my care, he will grow in princely stature. He
will surely defeat these Rakshasas and his name will gather fame.

Entrust Rama to my care only for a few days. Fulfil the promise you
gave me.

Of Rama's safety you need have no anxiety.

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But Dasaratha now trembled with fear and anxiety. He had a hard
choice to make; either to risk his well-beloved son to be killed by the
Rakshasas or himself incur the terrible anger of Viswamitra after
breaking his word. Dasaratha was a man of his word.

For a few moments, Dasaratha stood speechless, for he was stunned and
bewildered. But recovering from the shock, he begged the sage not to
press his demand.

DASARATHA:
Rama is only just a teenager. How can a mere lad fight with Rakshasas?
Of what use is it to send him with you? It is not right that I should send
a mere lad to fight them.

I am available, and my entire army is ready to march. Tell me all about

your enemies.

Viswamitra described Maricha and Subahu and their master, Ravana.

He demanded again that Rama should be sent along with him.

Dasaratha persisted in refusal.

DASARATHA:
It seems to me the task proposed is pretty hard even for me.

How then can my son cope with it? Indeed, I cannot send him. If you
please, I am ready with my army. Parting from Rama will be death to
me.

I shall go with you, I and my army.

Dasaratha's attempt to go back on his hasty word, enraged Viswamitra.

The King's pleas and reasons were like oil poured on the fire of his
anger.

VISWAMITRA:
This conduct is unworthy of your lineage.

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 Tell me if this is your final word. I shall go back the way I came. Long
may you live with your kith and kin, having swerved from the path of
Truth!

The earth quaked and all were afraid of the possible consequences of
the sage's wrath. The King’s guru Vasishta now turned to Dasaratha and
spoke gently.

SAGE VASISHTA:
Dear King, to refuse having promised once. Born in the Ikshvaku line,
you cannot do it. Having once said, 'I will do', you have no option but
to do it.

Failing, you will lose the merit of all your great deeds. Send Rama with
the sage, and send Lakshmana too. You need not fear for their safety.
When they are protected by Viswamitra, no Rakshasa can hurt them.

Bravest of the brave and wisest of the wise, when he was king he
obtained from the demigods mastery of all weapons and is unequalled
in martial or spiritual prowess.

You may wonder why he still wants the prince then, but it is for the good
of your sons that he has come here and appears to seek your help.

Do not hesitate. Send your sons with him.

Listening to the wise Vasishtha, Dasaratha saw things clearly and made
up his mind to send Rama and Lakshmana. The two princes were then
brought to the presence of the sage.

The King, the Queen-Mothers and Vasishta blessed them and sent them
with Viswamitra.

With swords of victory hanging from their waists, Bows and quivers in
their hands and mounted on their shoulders, the two lads strode proudly
on either side of the Sage, Rama handsomely dark, Lakshmana
handsomely fair.

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 3 - Rama slays the first evil
LOCATION: FOREST HUTS

Viswamitra and the two princes spent the night on the bank of the river
Sarayu. Rising at dawn proceeded on their journey to Viswamitra’s
ashram.

VISWAMITRA:
This place is called Kamashrama. It is the place where Lord Shiva was
long engaged in meditation.

Cupid foolishly aimed his arrow at Shiva and was turned to ashes by
Shiva’s wrath.

Rama and Lakshmana were the guests of the sages that night, and the
following morning, they crossed the Ganga river into the difficult path
of a dense forest which reverberated with the roar of wild beasts.

VISWAMITRA:
This is the Dandaka forest. What is now a terrible forest was once a
well-peopled country. For long, people lived here happily until Tataka
and her son Maricha wrought havoc and changed this into the dreadful
wilderness it now is.

They are still in this forest. And none dare enter it for fear of Tataka.
She is equal in strength to a score of elephants. I have brought you here
to rid the forest of this great enemy. There is no doubt that this monster
will be destroyed by you.

Rama, who listened to this, asked the sage

RAMA:
You say she is a demon. How did she come to possess so much strength?

VISWAMITRA:
Her strength comes from a boon granted by Brahma to her father to
have a beautiful daughter with great strength. Later she was married
but her husband was cursed to death by a sage. Provoked by this,

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 Tataka and her son Maricha attacked the sage but he cursed them to
become Rakshasas that live by eating the carcasses of humans.

Do not hesitate to destroy her by your warrior code to not harm a

woman. It is righteous to kill her, as to kill a wild animal for the sake of
human safety. This is the duty of rulers.

RAMA:
Our father's command is that we should obey you without question.
Ordered by you and for the general welfare, we shall end Tataka.

So saying, he strung and twang his bow till the forest echoed to its shrill
note and the wild animals scattered in all directions in terror. It reached
Tataka who was shocked at the audacious intruder who dared enter her
domain. Raging with anger, she ran in the direction whence the sound
came.

The battle began. At first, the prince only wanted the demon to no
longer have the ability to harm others and spare her life. But Tataka
attacked fiercely raining stones on Rama and Lakshmana. The two
princes defended themselves against the attack. Finally, Rama shot a
deadly arrow which pierced her chest and the huge, ugly monster fell
down, lifeless.

Viswamitra, filled with joy, embraced Rama. With Tataka's end, the
forest was freed from the curse and became beautiful to see.

The princes spent the night there and the next morning they proceeded
to Viswamitra's ashram.

VISHWAMITRA:
I am very happy indeed. What is it that I can do in return for all that
you have done? I shall teach you the use of all divine weapons.

So saying, Viswamitra gave Rama divine weapons and trained him on

the knowledge of how to use them.

Later Viswamitra and the two princes arrived at an ashram, the sages
offered water and fruits according to custom. Rama told Viswamitra

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that he may prepare their ceremonies immediately and Viswamitra
started that very night.

The princes asked when the Rakshasas were expected so that they
would be ready to receive them. Viswamitra’s juniors told the princes
that they should be vigilant for six nights and days to safeguard the
ceremony.

The princes, fully armed, kept vigil for six days and nights. On the
morning of the sixth day Rama cautioned Lakshmana.

RAMA:
Brother, now is the time for the enemies to come. Let us be wary.

Even as he was saying this, flames shot up from the fire, for the Fire
God knew that the demons had arrived. As the ceremonies were being
performed, there was a great roar heard from the skies. Rama looked up
and saw Maricha and Subahu and their followers preparing to shower
filthy things on the ceremony.

The army of Rakshasas covered the sky like a great black cloud. Rama
let go an arrow at Maricha. As was intended, it did not kill Maricha, but
wrapped him up and hurled him nine hundred miles across the sea.

With a fire arrow Rama killed Subahu; and then the two princes
destroyed the entire army of demons with ease.

The sky was bright again.Viswamitra was supremely happy at the

completion of his ceremony.

VISWAMITRA:
I am grateful to King Dasaratha, you have fulfilled the promise,
princes. This ashrama has through you become again a scene of
success.

The next day, Rama and Lakshmana went to Viswamitra and asked for
further orders. The purpose of Rama's birth was not unknown to Sage
Viswamitra. He also knew the powers of the weapons he had given to
Rama. Sage Viswamitra was happy beyond words, and his face glowed
like a flame.
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The sages assembled there and said to Rama.

SAGES:
We intend on proceeding to the city of Mithila in the kingdom of Videha,
where Janaka, the philosopher king intends to perform a ceremony.

It will be good if you and your brother accompany us. The Prince of
Ayodhya should see the marvellous bow in the court of Janaka.

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 4 - Sita’s Appearance
LOCATION: CITY OF MITHILA

Janaka, King of Mithila, was an ideal ruler. He was a much revered

friend of Dasaratha.

Many years ago, desirous of performing a ceremony to appease the

demigods, Janaka at one time ploughed, with his own hands. As the
field was being cleared Janaka found among the soil, a baby that looked
divinely beautiful.

Janaka was childless and accepted the infant as Mother Earth's gift to
him. Taking the child in his arms he went to his beloved wife.

JANAKA:
Here. Here is treasure for us… I found this child on the ceremonial site.
We shall make it our own.

Janaka’s wife joyfully agreed. This child was actually an incarnation of

Lakshmi, the Goddess of prosperity, and eternal consort of Vishnu. The
child was named Sita.

When Sita reached the age of marriage Janaka was sad that he would
have to part with her. Though he tried hard, he was for long unable to
choose a prince worthy of Sita.

Many kings came to Mithila, seeking Sita's hand, but in Janaka's view
none of them were good enough. The King anxiously thought over the
matter and came to a decision.

Long ago, pleased with a ceremony performed by Janaka, the demigod

of the ocean, Varuna, gifted him with Shiva's bow and two
quivers. That was an ancient heavenly bow, which no ordinary man
could even move. This was kept by him as an honoured gift.

Since only a very exceptional man could be considered worthy of Sita,

Janaka issued a proclamation.

JANAKA:
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 Sita, my daughter, will be given in marriage to the prince who can lift,
bend and string the bow of Shiva

Many princes who had heard of Sita's beauty, went to Mithila only to
return disappointed. None could fulfil the condition.

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 5 - Rama frees Ahalya
LOCATION: AHALYA’S ASHRAM

Led by sage Viswamitra, the two princes and other sages proceeded to
Mithila, with bullock-carts transporting their luggage. The animals and
the birds in the ashrama set out to follow Viswamitra, but he gently
made them stay behind.

Not far from Mithila, they saw a beautiful ashrama which seemed
untenanted. Rama turned to Viswamitra.

RAMA:
Whose is this ashrama with ancient trees? Why does such a beautiful
home stand deserted?

VISWAMITRA:
This ashrama is subject to a curse. A Sage, Gautama lived here with his
wife Ahalya, spending his days in peace and meditation.

One day during the sage's absence from the ashrama, the heaven
emperor Indra, filled with unholy desire for the beautiful Ahalya,
entered the ashrama disguised as Gautama.

She did not fall for Indra’s impersonation, but became proud of her
beauty that had won her the love of such an imposter. She gave in to his
desire.

When the sin had been sinned, realising its wickedness and the fierce
energy of her betrayed husband she begged Indra to be gone instantly.
Indra fled in a guilty panic but unfortunately for them, Sage Gautama
returned.

Pretence was hopeless before the all-seeing wisdom of Sage Gautama

and Indra bowed and threw himself on the mercy of him. But the sage
looked at him with wrath and loathing and cursed him.

GAUTAMA:
Lustful beast as you are, dead to all truth and righteousness, may your
manhood fall away from you
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 VISWAMITRA:
Indra at once became castrated and went back to the heavens in
shame. Then the sage turned to his guilty wife and shouted.

GAUTAMA:
Living on mere air, you shall be stuck here, like a stone unseen by
anyone! You will only be freed from this curse and recover your lost
virtue if touched by the feet of the supreme personality of Godhead
alone.

VISWAMITRA:
The sage then angrily left his ashrama to meditate at the Himalayan
mountains.

Viswamitra after speaking then turned to Rama and invited them to

enter the ashrama.

Upon Rama setting foot in the ashrama, Ahalya, who had lain
concealed behind leaves and creepers and lived her curse for many
years as a stone, suddenly stood before them in all her beauty, shining
in Rama’s presence like the moon emerging from the clouds, like a
flame issuing from smoke and like the sun's reflection in rippling water.

Ahalya fell to the feet of Rama and tears streamed from both her eyes.
Recovering herself she began to praise Him.

AHALYA:
Glory to Lord Rama, I am an impure woman.
My husband's curse on me is actually a blessing for it is the reason I am
blessed with sight of you. Lord Rama, I have one request to make,
please grant me that my mind may ever continue to remember and love
the dust of your feet that set me free as a bee sucks honey from a lotus.

The curse had now been lifted. Ahalya, cleansed of sin, shone like a
goddess. Simultaneously the sage Gautama returned to the ashrama and
received his repentant and purified wife back to his affection.

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 6 - Rama and Sita meet
LOCATION: GARDENS OF MITHILA

All arrangements for King Janaka’s ceremony had been completed and
to Mithila had come many sages from various kingdoms. Viswamitra
and the princes were duly welcomed.

KING JANAK:
I am indeed blessed that you should attend my ceremony.

Pointing to Rama and Lakshmana, King Janaka asked Viswamitra

KING JANAK:
Who are these god-like youths who carry their weapons with the proud
ease of seasoned warriors? Who is the happy father of such sons?

Viswamitra told Janaka that they were the sons of King Dasaratha. He
narrated how they had protected his own ceremony and destroyed the
Rakshasas. King Janak gazed upon Lord Rama over and over again; the
hair on his body stood on end and his heart overflowed with joy.

VISWAMITRA:
They have come here to see if Rama may lift the great bow of Shiva
which is resting in your palace.

King Janaka understood the meaning of Viswamitra's words and

rejoiced.

KING JANAK:
The prince is welcome to see the bow. If he can string it, he will
eligible for the hand of my daughter. Many were the princes who saw
this bow and went back, unable even to move it. I shall indeed be happy
if this prince succeeds where so many have failed.

Then, after giving further homage, the king took leave of the sage and
returned to his own palace. A quarter of the day still remained.
Lakshmana longed to visit Janak’s capital. Rama understood his
younger brother’s mind and took Sage Viswamitra’s permission to take
a quick walk around the city.
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When the citizens received the news that the two princes had come to
see the town, they all left their business and ran out of their homes in
excitement. Beholding the natural grace of the two brothers, they were
glad at heart.

Sticking to the windows of their houses, young ladies lovingly admired

Rama’s beauty.

LADY:
O friend, He has surpassed in beauty millions of Cupids. Nowhere
among gods, men, demons, do we hear of such beauty. The two lads,
one dark and the other fair, are yet of tender age.

ANOTHER LADY:
These are the sons of King Dasarath. They have slain demons in the
field of battle. He who has dark-skin and lotus-like eyes is Kausalya’s
son, Rama. The fair youth closely following Rama is the younger
brother Lakshmana, born of Sumitra.

Others in the city also spoke and whispered.

CITIZEN:
Here is a bridegroom worthy of Sita. If the king sees him, I am sure he
will abandon his vow regarding the bow and insist upon their marriage.

ANOTHER CITIZEN:
The king has met them and received them with all honour. But the king,
my dear, refuses to give up his vow.

YET ANOTHER CITIZEN:

I have heard some people say that, though small in appearance, Rama
wields great power. Touched by the dust of His lotus-like feet, a frozen
statue became human again.

YET ANOTHER CITIZEN:

I have also heard that to lift the bow it is not just about physical
strength. Only someone pure of heart and divine can lift it.
I am sure Rama will definitely lift it.

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The two brothers reached the eastern quarter of the city, where the arena
for the bow-ceremony had been readied. The children of the town were
overwhelmed with love, thrill and joy on seeing the two brothers, and
politely showed Rama all the preparations. They lovingly called the two
brothers wherever they pleased and the two brothers kindly followed.

Some hours later, they saw the lovely royal garden. It was rich in fresh
leaves, fruit and flowers, choirs of cuckoos and parrots sang and
peacocks beautifully danced. In the centre of the garden a lovely lake
shone bright with flights of steps made of many-coloured gems.

On that very occasion Sita too arrived.

She was accompanied by her girl-companions and maidens, all singing

melodies in an enchanting voice. They went into a local temple where
Sita was sent regularly by her mother to pray for a handsome match
suitable for her.

One of her maidens had strayed away from Sita in order to have a look
at the garden. She happened to the two brothers and returned to Sita
overwhelmed.

MAIDEN:
Two princes have come to see the garden, both of tender age and
charming in every way, one dark of hue and the other fair.

How can I describe them?

For speech is sightless, while the eyes are mute.

All the clever maidens were delighted to hear this. Another maiden
spoke.

MAIDEN 2:
They must be the two princes, my dear, who, I was told, arrived earlier
with a sage, and who have captivated the hearts of men and women of
the city.

The words of this damsel highly pleased Sita. Her eyes were
restless for the sight of the princes. No one knew that Her’s was an old
love. She followed the kind Maiden.

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Hearing the tinkling of bangles, and anklets Rama looked in the same
direction whence the sound came and his eyes feasted themselves on
Sita just as the cakora bird gazed on the moon.

His charming eyes became motionless, and Rama was filled with
rapture to behold Sita’s beauty. He spoke to Lakshmana.

RAMA:
Brother, she is the daughter of King Janaka, for whom the bow sacrifice
is being arranged. My heart, which is naturally pure, is agitated by the
sight of Her transcendental beauty.

Meanwhile, Sita’s companions pointed out to her the two lovely

brothers, the one dark, the other fair. Her eyes became motionless at the
sight of Rama’s loveliness. Her eyelids forgot to fall. Due to excess of
love her body-consciousness began to fail.

Receiving Rama into the heart through the passage of the eyes, She
cleverly shut him up there by closing the doors of her eyelids. When her
girl-companions found Sita overpowered with love, they didn’t utter a
word.

Remembering her father’s vow she felt much perturbed. She got afraid
of Her mother; for she felt it was already late. Drooping at the thought
of the unyielding bow of Shiva, She proceeded to leave with the image
of Rama in her heart.

When Rama perceived that Janaka’s Daughter was going, He sketched

Her on the sheet of his heart with the soft ink of supreme love.

Under the pretence of looking at a deer, bird or tree Sita turned again
and again; and each time she gazed at the hero, Rama.

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 7 - The Bow Ceremony
LOCATION: KINGDOM OF MITHILA

The next day, when the inhabitants of the town got the news that the
two brothers had reached the arena, they all came forth, abandoning
their duties, men and women, young and old and even children.

When Janaka saw that a huge crowd had gathered there, he sent for all
his trusted servants to arrange proper seating.

Janaka then ordered his men to bring the bow which was kept safe and
sacred. It was brought on an eight-wheeled carriage and dragged like a
chariot.

Rama and Lakshmana arrived amongst many other competitors, but

shone like two moons amongst circles. Mighty warrior kings saw Rama
as if he were heroism personified, Wicked kings trembled at the sight of
him as if he had a most terrible form. The citizens who saw them felt
delighted; people gazed at them with unwinking eyes and their pupils
too did not move.

King Janaka himself rejoiced to behold the two brothers. Upon their
arrival he went to pay homage to sage Viswamitra. The sage told the
king that the arrangements were splendid; and the king was highly
satisfied and pleased to hear this.

All the kings were disheartened at the sight of Rama, just as stars fade
away with the rising of the full moon. For they all felt inwardly assured
that Rama would undoubtedly lift the bow; or, even if the huge bow
proved too heavy for Him, that Sita would still place the marriage
garland on his neck.

Sita’s companions now escorted her to the arena, singing songs in a

charming voice. When she appeared, men and women alike were
fascinated by her charms. In her lotus-like hands sparkled the wreath of
victory. While Sita looked for Rama with an anxious heart, all the
princes found themselves in the grip of infatuation.

King Janak then reminded all present of the vow.

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 KING JANAK:
Whoever in this royal assembly today lifts and strings the bow of Shiva
shall be unhesitatingly considered for Sita’s groom.

One by one kings strained at the bow and retired in shame for it refused
to move by even an inch. King Janaka got impatient and spoke words as
if in anger.

KING JANAK:
Hearing the vow made by me, many kings have come from diverse parts
of the globe, But none could string the bow. Let alone stringing it, none
could even move it an inch.

There is no hero left on earth. Give up all hope and go back to your
homes. It is not willed that Sita should be married. The princess must
remain a maid; what can I do?

Had I known, brothers, that there are no more heroes in the world, I
would not have made myself a laughing-stock by undertaking such a
vow.

Lakshmana became angry, his lips quivered and his eyes shot fire. He
stood up to shout.

LAKSHMANA:
In an assembly where Rama is present, no one would dare speak such
scandalous words as Janaka has spoken.

Listen, I sincerely tell You, without any vain boasting: if I but have Your
permission, I will lift the round world like a ball and smash it like an
ill-baked earthen jar. What, then, is this wretched old bow?

As Lakshmana spoke, Janaka blushed. Rama motioned Lakshamana to

make him sit back down.

Perceiving that it was time, Viswamitra turned to Rama.

VISWAMITRA:
Up, Rama, lift the bow of Shiva and relieve Janaka of his anguish.

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On hearing the Guru’s words Rama bowed His head. He then stood up
like the morning sun rising on the mountain.

Sita gazed repeatedly at Rama. Her eyes were filled with tears of love
and the hair on Her body stood on their end. But the thought of her
father’s vow agitated her mind. She spoke to herself.

SITA:
My father has made a terrible vow. The ministers are afraid; therefore
none of them gives him good counsel.
O great bow of Shiva, I wish you will grow light at the sight of Rama

Rama first looked at the crowd of spectators and feel them motionless
as the figures of a drawing. He then turned his eyes towards Sita and
perceived her deep distress and agitation. Every moment that passed for
her was like a whole life-time of the universe.

Rama stepped out to the bow platform, while all eyes were fixed on him
in wishful expectation. He lifted the bow effortlessly, as if it were a
garland of flowers, and resting one end of it against his toe, he bent and
strung it and drew the string back with such irresistible force that the
mighty bow snapped with a crash like a clap of thunder. No one knew
when He took it in His hands, strung it and drew it tight; everyone only
saw Him standing.

Flower petals of various colours seemed to rain down from above, as if

they were being showered from the heavens.

King Janaka excitedly proclaimed.

KING JANAKA:
My beloved daughter has a suitable prince.

Amongst her companions Sita shone holding with her lotus hands the
fair wreath of victory. While Her body shrank with modesty, Her heart
was full of rapture; Her hidden love could not be perceived by others.

As She drew near and beheld Rama’s beauty, Princess Sita stood
motionless as a portrait. too overwhelmed with emotion to garland Him.

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At this charming sight her companions broke into a song, while Sita
garlanded him.

Viswamitra turned to Janaka.

VISWAMITRA:
Send your swiftest messengers to Ayodhya to give the news to
Dasaratha and invite him.

Dasaratha, who had earlier sent Rama with Viswamitra with an anxious
heart, was thrilled with joy on hearing this good news. He, along with
his ministers left the very next day for Janaka's capital.

At the appointed day and hour, giving away the bride, King Janaka said
to Rama.

KING JANAKA:
Here is my daughter, Sita, who will ever tread with you the path of
righteousness. Take her hand in yours. Blessed and devoted, she will
ever walk with you like your own shadow.

Thus was Sita given by Janaka to Rama. They were Eternal Lovers
reunited and so rejoiced like lovers who came together after a long
separation.

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 8 - Parasurama
LOCATION: KINGDOM OF MITHILA

Having safely handed back to Dasaratha the princes entrusted

to him, and after attending the wedding celebrations, Viswamitra
decided to leave for the Himalayan mountains.

Dasaratha along with his sons and queens fell at his feet, speech failing
his tongue. Viswamitra gave his blessings and departed amidst a scene
of love that defied all description.

Soon, a great storm broke out, Trees were uprooted; the earth quaked
and clouds of dust went up and hid the sun. Everyone was terror-struck.
Soon they knew the reason for the strange phenomenon. There stood
before them the figure of Parasurama, sworn enemy of warriors, with a
bow on one shoulder and a battle-axe on the other.

Wise Men began to whisper amongst each other.

WISE MAN:
Once, the royal dynasty had become excessively proud because of the
material modes of passion and ignorance.

Because the warrior class men of power in government, were

performing sinful activities, Paraśurāma, on the plea of retaliating for
the murder of his father who was killed by a king, rid the warrior class
from the face of the earth twenty-one times. Nine lakes were created
filled with royal blood.

Parasurama had vowed to destroy all heirs to thrones. We hoped that

his vengeful wrath had been quenched in the blood of the innumerable
kings he has slain. Has he again started his cruel campaign?

Beholding the frightful figure of Parasurama the kings all rose and
prostrate on the ground before him.

PARASURAMA:
Tell me, what has attracted all this crowd here?

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Parasurama spotted the fragments of the bow lying on the ground. He
was filled with rage.

PARASURAMA:
Tell me, O stupid Janaka, who has broken the bow?
Show him at once.

When Sita heard Parasurama’s temper, half a moment passed to Her

like a whole life-time of the universe. Dasaratha was anxious and tried
to beg but Parasurama was unmoved as though the others did not exist.

PARASURAMA:
Whoever has broken Shiva’s bow is my enemy, let him stand apart,
leaving this assembly or else everyone of these kings shall be slain.

Hearing the words, Lakshmana smiled and insulted him.

LAKSHMANA:
I have broken many bows in my childhood; but you never grew so
angry, my lord. Why should you be so fond of this particular bow?

Parasurama burst into fury.

PARASURAMA:
Would you compare to a small bow, the mighty bow of Shiva? Young
prince, you are at the grip of death and have no control over your
speech.

Lakshmana smiled back.

LAKSHMANA:
Listen sir, to my mind all bows are alike. What gain or loss can there be
in the breaking of a worn-out bow? My brother Rama mistook it for a
new one, and at His very touch it broke in two. You cannot blame him.

Casting a glance at his axe, Parasurama replied

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 PARASURAMA:
Foolish child, have you never heard of my temper? I slay you not
because you are a child. I am known throughout the world as a sworn
enemy of the Kingly race. By the might of my arm and this axe I made
the earth kingless

LAKSHMANA:
The great sage considers himself an extraordinary warrior! He flaunts
his axe before me again and again.

Hearing these sarcastic remarks Parasurama grasped his axe angrily.

PARASURAMA:
This boy is stupid. He is in the grip of death himself and will bring
destruction on his whole family. The very next moment he shall find
himself in the jaws of death.

LAKSHMANA:
Sir, with your own lips you have glorified yourself more than once. If
you are not yet satisfied, tell us something more.

You are still threatening me with your axe; but I am sparing you only
because I notice you wear the markings of a sage also.
You have never met champions staunch in fight; You have grown
important in your own little home.

Perceiving the flames of Parasurama grow, Rama spoke words like

water.

RAMA:
Great sage, have compassion on a child; and wreak not your wrath. If
he had any idea of your might, how could he be so foolish? If children
play some pranks, their teacher and parents are in raptures at it;
therefore, take pity on him.

On hearing Rama’s words, Parasurama cooled down a little, but he saw

Lakshmana utter something and smile again. Parasurama flushed all
over with rage.

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 PARASURAMA:
Rama, your brother is too wicked, he does not take after you, nor does
he understand I am the very image of Death.

LAKSHMANA:
Listen sir, passion is the root of all sin. Anger will not mend the broken
bow. Let us devise some means to mend it by calling in some expert.

The people of the city trembled, they could see Lakshmana was really
very naughty. Parasurama turned to Rama.

PARASURAMA:
I am sparing the boy because I know he is your younger brother.

At this Lakshmana laughed again, but Rama cast an angry look on him.

Joining both His palms together and speaking in most humble, gentle
and tones Rama spoke.

RAMA:
Pay no heed to the words of a child. It is I, my lord, who have offended
you. Therefore, your reverence, deal to me as your servant whatever
you please, whether it be a favour or frown, death or captivity. Tell me
by which your anger may be appeased, I shall do accordingly.

PARASURAMA:
How can my passion be pacified, O Rama, when your younger brother
is still looking mischievously at me. So long as I do not cut his throat
with my axe, my wrath is ineffectual.

He turned to Janaka

PARASURAMA:
Janaka, this stupid boy in his perversity intends to migrate to the region
of Death. Why not put him out of my sight ?

LAKSHMANA:
Shut your eyes and the whole world will vanish out of your sight.

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Parasurama’s heart boiled with rage. He raised his voice.

PARASURAMA:
Rama, It is because of you that your brother speaks to me in this way.
Having broken Shiva’s bow, O wretch, Give battle to me else I will
despatch you and your brother.

While Parasurama raved with his axe raised on high, Rama smiled
within Himself and bowed his head to the sage.

RAMA:
Your wrath is against me, O lord of sages, the axe is in your hand, while
my head is before you. Do that which may pacify your anger my lord;
know me to be your servant. How can there be any duel between a
master and his servant?

There was a brief pause after Rama spoke and then Parasurama stared
at Rama and replied, now less aggressively.

PARASURAMA:
I am surprised that you are the one that strung the bow of Shiva till it
broke. Here, my bow, equal in all respects to the one that you broke.
This one, once belonged to Vishnu. Let me see if you can string this
bow.

Rama took the bow from Parasurama which passed into his hand
naturally. He strung the bow and set the arrow to it. He then smiled and
looked at Parasurama.

The anger on Parasurama's face faded, he gasped and took a step back,
eyes widening and he stood still, no longer the warlike conqueror, but
now a humble sage.

PARASURAMA:
I realise now.. who you really are.

Parasurama immediately went in reverent circulation around the prince

and then simply departed.

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After this sudden turn of events, there was joy and relief. The family
made their way back to Ayodhya, in the gems on her hand Sita saw the
reflection of Rama and hence dared not move her arm or eyes in fear of
losing sight of Him.

After heading back, Ayodhya's citizens were overjoyed to have prince

Rama and Lakshman back at their capital. There were parties and
festivals everyday. Rama and Sita lived happily in Ayodhya for twelve
years, their natural attachment for one another grew stronger each day,
bound by eachothers good qualities. They became completely dedicated
to one another. Rama had surrendered his heart to Sita. Sita, rejoicing in
Rama's love, shone like a Goddess in heaven.

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 9 - Rama shall be King
Dasaratha loved all his four sons and yet he had a special affection for
Rama. Rama's graceful frame and virile beauty, royal qualities and
adherence to dharma, strength, courage, purity of his heart, compassion,
sweetness of speech, deep wisdom and statesmanship were admired by
the people. Rama was pleased by even the smallest show of kindness,
forgiving and always humble about his own position. These qualities
made the citizens eagerly look forward to him becoming king.

Dasaratha knew and rejoiced in this expectation. One day he casually

looked at a mirror in his hand and was setting his crown straight. The
hair beside his ears had turned grey and seemed as if old age were
whispering into his ears to make Rama king.

He called a meeting together with his ministers and wisemen of the city.
In his deep manly voice, like the sound of a trumpet or the roar of
rain-bearing clouds, he spoke.

DASARATHA:
Like my ancestors, I have tended this kingdom as a mother cares for her
child. Now my body is old and I wish therefore to appoint my eldest son
Rama as King.

Rama is expert in administration and statecraft and unequalled in

valour. I can transfer this trust of sovereignty to him without any
anxiety and I hope that this honoured assembly will permit me to do so.

Shouts of joyous acclaim rose shook the great assembly hall and many
boasted of Rama's virtues and fitness to rule. The King's heart was
filled with joy to hear these praises of Rama.

ASSEMBLY:
Let there be no delay. Let Rama be King

Rama, who was unaware of all these happenings, was called before his
father.

DASARATHA:
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My dear Rama, I have grown old and weary and it is time I retire. You
are my eldest and favourite son, a good prince, all ministers and
citizens love you dearly, hence I have arranged that tomorrow you will
be installed as King.

RAMA:
I am in duty bound to carry out your orders, whatever they are.

Rama was not eager to assume authority, but looked on it as only a duty
to be done. If the King wanted him to take it up, he was ready to do so.
But if the King wanted him to give it up, he was equally willing.

Dasaratha was not finished, he called Rama back and spoke further.

DASARATHA:
Unfortunately, this is a very bad astrological period for me, I have seen
many bad omens and nightmares and fear something bad awaits me.
For this reason I want your coronation immediately, even though your
brothers Bharata and Shatrughna are not in Ayodhya at present.

I know Bharata is faithful to you, but after all, the minds of men are
fickle and inconsistent, especially when it comes to power and prestige.
So this may be the best time.

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 10 - Raghupati Raghava
The delightful news spread and reached the ears of the people very
quickly, the whole of Ayodhya began to resound with festal music. In
every street and every household, men, women and children looked
forward to the coronation as if it were a great occasion in their own
lives.

Wearing new clothes and bright jewels, people moved about in crowds,
engrossed in happy talk.

CITIZENS:
Is there anyone in this world so friendly and affectionate as Rama? In
whichever species we may be born from time to time as a result of our
actions, may we be granted that Sita’s husband be our Lord and we his
servants, and that this relation continues till the end.

Everyone in the city cherished the same desire. Musical instruments

played everywhere. Loud chants were heard everywhere, glorifying
Rama and Sita in their local dialects.

CROWDS CHANT:
Ragupathi Raghav Raja Ram
Patheetha Paavana Sita Ram
Sundara Vigraha Meghashyam
Ganga Thulasi Shaalighram
Bhadhra Gireeshwar Sita Ram
Bhakta Jana Priya Sita Ram
Jaanaki Ramana Sita Ram
Jaya Jaya Raghava Sita Ram

Lord of the Raghu dynasty, King Ram

Purifier of all sin is Sita’s Ram,
Handsome and dark like clouds is Sita’s Ram,
Pure as the Ganga river, Thulasi plant and the stone Shaligram,
Beloved of his citizens is Sita Ram,
The darling of princess Sita, is Sita’s Ram
Hail, Hail Sita Ram

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Note: This song gained worldwide popularity through Mahatma Gandhi, who is
celebrated for helping free India from the British colonists.

However, this song already existed as a famous song written by

Lakshmanacharya. Gandhi tweaked a few lyrics to make it appeal to wider
audiences and had it sung regularly. It soon became an anthem which people
often credit to aiding his political success and victory against the British.

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 11 - The Evil Hunchback Maid
Dasaratha’s third wife, and mother of Bharata, Kaikeyi had a miserly
hunchback maid-servant called Manthara. Manthara happened to climb
up to the terrace of the women's apartments and stood surveying the
town below.

She saw the streets full of celebrations, flags flying from house-tops.
Manthara did not know the reason for all this, so she turned to a servant
to ask.

MANTHARA:
Why are you wearing this silk dress? What is on in the City? Kausalya
seems to be distributing gifts, she would not be doing this for nothing.
What is all this about?"

The little servant girl answered dancing with joy

SERVANT:
Don’t you know, Rama is going to be crowned king tomorrow morning?

This was news! Manthara was overpowered with sudden anger. Quickly
she hobbled downstairs and burst into Kaikeyi's room.

MANTHARA:
Rise, rise, foolish woman! A flood of misfortune is rising to drown and
swallow you! You are betrayed and ruined, is this the time to sleep?

Kaikeyi suddenly startled, asked her in fear

KAIKEYI:
What is troubling you?

MANTHARA:
Destruction has come upon both you and me, my girl. Do you not know
that Dasaratha has decided to make Rama king? What greater cause
for sorrow need we have?

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Queen Kaikeyi was astonished with how her maidservant spoke but felt
Manthara may just have felt jealous in support of her.

KAIKEYI:
Manthara, you have actually brought me good news, Is our dear Rama
to be crowned tomorrow? I love Rama as my own, just as Bharata. For
being the first to deliver this wonderful news to me here is a
magnificent jewel as a gift, ask anything else you desire!

So saying, Kaikeyi took the necklace off her neck and gave it to
Manthara. It was a royal custom at once to reward with a rich gift the
bringer of any important good news.

This increased Manthara's grief, she flung away the necklace and spoke
harshly.

MANTHARA:
Stupid woman! All is lost yet you laugh with joy. How can you be blind
to the misfortune that is coming to you?

Your rival, Rama's mother, has conspired to make him King and you
jump with joy. Insane woman! Tomorrow morning Kausalya will be a
happy woman and you will bend before her as a well-dressed slave. You
will stand before her, hands clasped in obedience. From tomorrow your
son too will be a slave.

What would be your son Bharata's state when Rama reigns? Would
Rama not fear him as a dangerous enemy? Bharata alive would be a
constant threat to his power and therefore must be killed.

By tomorrow it will all be over. And you watch all this, lying in bed and
doing nothing.

KAIKEYI:
Manthara, have you not known Rama's truthfulness, right conduct and
humility? He is the elder prince and he gets the kingdom. Bharata will
get it one day after him. What is wrong with all this? Why, dear friend,
do you feel such grief? Rama holds his brothers as dear as his own life?

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 MANTHARA:
Why are you so foolish? Do you not know the rule of succession? When
Rama takes the throne, all prospects of royalty for Bharata and his line
are at an end. After Rama, Rama's son will be king, and after him that
son's son will be king. Eldest son succeeds eldest son. There is no
chance for a younger brother.

Once Rama is crowned, there is danger to Bharata's life. If you want

Bharata to live, advise him to remain away, an exile from home, for if
he returns he will be coming to his death.

Kausalya is no friend of yours. She bears you a grudge because you are
the King's favourite Queen. Now she is sure to wreak vengeance on you.
You know the wrath of a rival wife is a raging fire when it finds its
chance.

Fear now entered the heart of the Queen. Manthara had won. Kaikeyi's
face was flushed, her breath became hot. Helpless, she clung to
Manthara for comfort and safety while Manthara continued to mislead
her with lies.

MANTHARA:
Think, my Queen. Why this haste? Why does your husband rush to
hurriedly crown Rama whilst your son Bharata is absent? Isn't the
motive clear?

Rama’s mother Kaushalya is clever, she seized the opportunity, You

must know that it was by her suggestion that the king sent Bharata
away to his grandfather’s.

I have heard her saying all her co-wives serve her well, only Bharata’s
mother, you are proud. She is too crafty to disclose her mind. The king
is particularly fond of you, she is jealous.

Preparations have been going on for the last fortnight, while you have
only got the news from me today.

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Kaikeyi thought over Manthara's words. She was weak, had little
knowledge of the world and easily deceived. The same Kaikeyi who
had looked upon Rama as her own son, was now confused by
Manthara.

KAIKEYI:
I am afraid…
Tell me what we should do.
Am I to be a servant to Kausalya? Never!

She clung to Manthara. The crooked Manthara teased her.

MANTHARA:
Do you want Bharata to be King?

KAIKEYI:
Yes

MANTHARA:
Do you want him to be accepted as King?

KAIKEYI:
Yes

MANTHARA:
Do you think he will be, if Rama is still seen before the citizens?

Rama will need to be separated from the citizens, fade from their
eyesight and be forgotten. We must separate the people from their
beloved Lord, so that with his absence Bharata can establish his
popularity with the citizens.

KAIKEYI:
Bharata must be crowned. But how? Tell me. You are clever.

MANTHARA:
This is indeed strange, Kaikeyi, Have you really forgotten?

She paused and the now impatient Kaikeyi cried.

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 KAIKEYI:
Tell me, tell me. Dear Manthata, when Bharata is crowned King, I will
garland the hump on your back and reward you with exquisite dresses
and jewellery. I will make all the other hunchback women your
maidservants to massage your feet. Tell me, what to do!

Manthara was flattered but continued.

MANTHARA:
We must act quickly!
Dasaratha passionately loves you, does he not?
He would give up his life for your sake, will he not?
To please you he would jump into fire, will he not?
Now, do what I tell you. Do not be afraid. Victory will be yours.

Do you remember how your husband Dasaratha, long ago, in a war

was wounded in battle and lost consciousness? Then, it was you who
rescued him. He promised you something that day didn’t he?

You told me all this long ago yourself. You may have forgotten it, but I
have not. He promised you two boons. It is now time to ask.

Manthara continued to whisper poisonous words and a cunning plan

into Kaikeyi’s ears. Kaikeyi in her anger believed that Dasaratha had
really been treacherous to her.

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 12 - The Wicked Stepmother
Having dismissed the Assembly and given orders for the coronation
ceremony the next day, Dasaratha now wished to relax. Of all his
consorts, Kaikeyi was the one whose company he sought for joyous
relaxation from all cares of state, she usually always waited for him at
the entrance and welcomed him with a warm embrace.

He entered Kaikeyi's chamber to tell her the happy news. Her residence
was a beautiful palace with lovely gardens, birds, peacocks and flowers.
In Dasaratha's happy mood it appeared unusually beautiful that night.

The King entered Kaikeyi's dwelling with a beaming face, but, today,
she was nowhere to be found. The King was perplexed. He searched for
her everywhere but did not find her. This sort of thing had never
happened before!

A maidservant then spoke to him, folding her hands in reverence.

MAIDSERVANT:
Lord, the Queen is angry. She is in the sulking chamber.

The King was taken aback when he heard this. He made his way into
the sulking room and saw a sight which distressed him.
Kaikeyi lay on the bare floor, sprawling like a bird shot down by a
hunter with messy clothes and hair. The flowers and shining jewels,
which once adorned her person, lay scattered in the dark room like stars
in the midnight sky.

The poor King, unconscious of having given any cause for offence, sat
himself by her on the floor and stroked her hair and spoke loving
words.

DASARATHA:
Why are you angry, my queen? Are you ill? Do you feel any pain?

Kaikeyi flashed upon him a furious glance like an enraged serpent,

but would not speak.

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 DASARATHA:
Was anyone in the palace guilty of discourteous behaviour? Tell me
and I shall punish him. Did anyone slight you or was there anything you
wanted which I neglected to give you? Tell me.

Kaikeyi paid no attention to his questions and was mute. The King
begged her more impatiently.

DASARATHA:
O fair-faced, bright-eyed dame, state your wish and it shall be done. Do
you want anyone punished? I shall punish him. Do you want anyone
freed from punishment? I shall free him, even if he be a murderer. I
could slay even an immortal, let alone men and women. Ask me
whatever you wish.

Kaikeyi sat up, which pleased the King.

KAIKEYI:
No one disrespected or dishonoured me. But there is something which
you can do. Give me your word that you will fulfil my desire. Then I
shall tell you what it is.

Hearing this, the unsuspecting old man was filled with joy. He had no
doubt that he could fulfil her wishes whatever they were.

DASARATHA:
Well, Kaikeyi, tell me your wish. It shall be done. I swear it. I swear it
on all I love most. On you, the dearest to me among women, and on
Rama, dearest to me among men! I swear in the name of Rama,
Whatever you desire, I shall do, I promise, I swear.

The King's swearing in the name of Rama filled Kaikeyi with supreme
delight. She was now sure that she had won, for the King would never
break a promise coupled with that beloved name.

KAIKEYI:
Do you promise? Swear again in the name of Rama that you will do
what I wish without fail. Swear it!

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 DASARATHA:
My beloved queen, I promise. I swear it on Rama. Whatever you wish I
shall do. This is my sworn word.

Kaikeyi now stood erect and with folded hands and turned in all four
directions of the chamber.

KAIKEYI:
Heavens, Sun, Moon and Planets, you are my holy witnesses. Five
Elements! You have heard the promise. He who has never broken his
word, my husband, has sworn to do my wish. Bear witness to this.

Dasaratha looked at her with joyful eyes.

KAIKEYI:
Do you remember, King, how, when long ago in the field of battle you
were about to lose your life, I drove your chariot in the dark night, took
you out of the battlefield, removed the arrows from your body and
comforted and revived you? When you came out of your faint, you said
something, did you not?

You said: 'You have restored my life therefore I shall give you two
boons' Then I said 'I want nothing now. It is enough joy that you are
alive. I shall ask for my gifts later.' Do you remember this?

DASARATHA:
Yes, I do remember this. You kept the boons in reserve and never asked,
I forgot all about them. Ask for your two gifts, you shall have them now.

KAIKEYI:
Remember you have made a vow. You have given a pledge. You have
sworn in the name of Rama. I shall now state my wishes. Your ancestors
never broke their word. Prove yourself their worthy descendant by
being true to the word you have given.

Kaikeyi sought to release a fierce falcon in the form of words.

KAIKEYI:

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For my first wish, with the preparations now for the coronation, crown
my son Bharata as King.
The second boon that I demand is, exile your son Rama to live in the
forests for fourteen years, detached from the world.

Remember your solemn vow that you cannot break. The good fame of
your great dynasty is in your hands.

Dasaratha was thunder-struck, pale as a palm tree struck by lightning.

He put his hands to his forehead and began to mourn. When his mind
resumed its function, he doubted the reality of what had happened.

DASARATHA:
Could it be other than a hideous dream? I am certainly the victim of an
illusion. I cannot believe this to be reality.

Unable to stand, he closed his eyes and became unconscious. Opening

his eyes a little later, they fell on Kaikeyi and he trembled like a stag at
the sight of a tiger.

He sat up on the floor and moaned, swaying helplessly like a cobra held
by the spell of a potent charm. Again he fainted. After a long interval,
he recovered his senses and turned to Kaikeyi with anger.

DASARATHA:
O wicked demon! Destroyer of my dynasty! What harm has Rama done
to you? Has he not looked upon you as his own mother?

For what reason should I banish Rama, whom all the people love and
praise? I may lose Kausalya and survive. I may lose the pure-minded
Sumitra and survive. But if I lose Rama, I cannot live thereafter.
Without water, without sunlight, I may live for a while, but never
without Rama. With my head bowed at your feet, I beg of you. Have you
not said many times of how Rama is dearer to you than your own?

Kaikeyi was unmoved and spoke not a word. Manthara had instructed
her very strictly not to compromise and that it was simply not enough to
have Bharata crowned King, Rama had to be out of the sight of the
citizens and forgotten in order for Bharata to be accepted.
DASARATHA:

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 Till this day you have done nothing to cause me sorrow, never spoken
an unworthy word. Who has corrupted you now? I cannot believe that
this evil thought is your own.

How can Rama dwell in the forest? How can you even entertain the
thought of his going away into the wilderness infested by ferocious
beasts? How lovingly has Rama treated you and served you? What fault
has he committed?

Of the hundreds of women in the palace, has anyone ever uttered a

word against his honor or virtue? How did you alone among so many
find cause to dislike him? The whole world praises his truthfulness and
friendliness, wisdom, his heroism and humility.

No one has heard a harsh word from his lips. How can I, his father, say
to him 'Son, go to the forest'? This can never be. Have mercy on me, an
old man nearing the end of his days.

Kaikeyi, ask for anything else in this kingdom, ask for everything else,
and I will give. Clinging to your feet I beg you!

Ask of me my own head and I will give it to you, but do not kill me by
tearing Rama from me.

The King cried, clasping her feet, his throat dry, miserable like a fish
out of water. Yet Kaikeyi spoke cruel words

KAIKEYI:
King, if after promising the boons you regret it, what sort of king would
you be and what right would you have to speak of virtue? How can you
face other kings? All monarchs will shun you as a disgrace to their
order! And common people will laugh at their rulers and say, 'Kings
break promises even when given to their queens. Do not expect kings to
keep their word.

Do not violate your pledge. If you deny me the gifts you promised on
oath, I shall this very night drink poison and end my life. I swear it in
the name of Bharata.

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Dasaratha stood speechless. Was this really Kaikeyi or a demon? Then,
like a huge tree felled by a forester with his axe, the King shook and
toppled down and lay stretched unconscious on the floor.

Regaining his senses after a while, he spoke in a low voice

DASARATHA:
Kaikeyi, who has corrupted your mind? Do you really think that
Bharata will agree to be king after sending Rama to the forest? He
never will, and you know it.

Can I possibly bear to tell Rama to go to the forest? Will not the kings
of the world despise me? Can Kausalya or I survive his departure? Had
you thought of Janaka's daughter, Sita?

Cheated by your face I took you for my wife. Like a deluded man, I was
lured by your beauty into marrying you. Like a deer ensnared by a
hunter, I am caught in your net.

The King rolled on the ground and writhed in agony.

KAIKEYI:
You have yourself boasted that you are a truth speaker. See that you do
not break your word and drive me to keep mine, and kill myself. This
will not add greatly to the glory of your dynasty, of which you are so
proud!

DASARATHA:
What good you will gain by sending Rama to the forest, I fail to see.
The only result will be that the whole world will despise you.

Lifting his eyes to the sky, he screamed.

DASARATHA:
Oh night! Stay on. For when you pass and day dawns, what shall I do?
What shall I say to those eager crowds, who, full of love for Rama, will
be awaiting the coronation festivities? O heavens! Stay still for my sake
with your stars! No, no. Stay not, for then I must keep looking at this
sinful wife. Depart at once, O night, so that I may escape this face. The
morning will see not Rama's coronation, but my funeral.

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 KAIKEYI:
Do not waste time. Send at once for Rama. Let him come here. Tell him
the kingdom is Bharata's and he should go to the forest. Keep your
promise.

DASARATHA:
Very well, Let Rama go to the forest and let me die! Then enjoy your life
as a widow! Let me at last set eyes on Rama's face. My death is near.
Let Rama come. Let me see his face before I die.

DASARATHA:
RAMA..

DASARATHA:
RAMA..

DASARATHA:
RAMA..

Dasaratha again fell, repeating ‘Rama’ with a heavy heart.

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The King tried to console himself by imagining what if Rama
disobeyed his promise to Kaikeyi, but Rama would never think in this
manner. Dasaratha felt that death was near.

Day dawned. The great street was decorated and was crowded with
eager men and women.

Kaikeyi knew that Dasaratha had agreed but had not the strength to do
what had to be done. She would herself do what needed to be done.
Kaikeyi had Dasaratha’s minister Sumantra call for Rama.

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 13 - Rama’s exile
When Rama entered the Queen's apartment, he was shocked to see his
father lying on the bare floor in anguish. The King evidently had been
struck down with some great sorrow.

Dasaratha uttered Rama’s name in a low voice but was unable to speak
more.

DASARATHA:
Rama… Rama… Rama

Rama turned to Kaikeyi and spoke.

RAMA:
Mother, this is indeed strange. No matter how angry he was, my father
would speak sweetly to me. Have I without knowing it offended him in
any matter? Has some sudden sickness struck him down? Has someone
spoken rudely to him? Do tell me what has happened.

KAIKEYI:
The King is angry with no one. There is nothing wrong with his health.
But there is something in his mind which he is afraid to tell you. That is
all.

He is afraid to say it to you, lest you should feel hurt. Once upon a time,
pleased with me he offered the gift to two boons. Now, like an
uncultured person, the King regrets. Is this worthy of him? Is it not
unbecoming of a King to pledge his word and then regret it? You have
the power to fulfil his promise, but he fears even to tell you.

If you assure him that he need not be anxious about your attitude and
that he should keep his word at all costs, you will give him the needed
strength to behave righteously.

The thing is in your hands. I shall tell you what it is, but after you
promise me that you will help the King to fulfil his pledge.

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Rama was saddened at the thought that he should in any way be the
occasion of distress to his father.

RAMA:
Mother, am I indeed the cause of all this trouble? If my father asks me
to jump into the fire, I shall not hesitate to do it. If he asks me to drink
poison, I shall drink it without hesitation.

Here mother, I give you my solemn promise that I shall fulfil the King's
promise to you, and I will never break my word.

When Rama uttered these words, Kaikeyi knew she had conquered.

KAIKEYI:
Rama, your words are worthy of you. I shall tell you your father's
promise to me. When in the battle your father was rescued by me, he
gave me two boons to be claimed when I choose. I have claimed and
specified them now.

They are that Bharata should be the one to become King. As for you,
you should be exiled this very day to the forest for fourteen years.

You have sworn solemnly to carry out his promise to me, you may now
leave. The coronation preparations are ready to serve for Bharata's
installation.

When she uttered these cruel words the King writhed in agony, but
there was not the slightest sign of disappointment or sorrow in Rama's
face. He simply smiled.

RAMA:
Is that all, mother? Surely, the King's promise must be fulfilled.

I am not in the least annoyed. Would I not be happy to give anything to

Bharata? Even if no one asked me, I would cheerfully give him my all.
And how can I hold back a moment when my father commands it?

What pains me a little is that father should have entertained any doubt
about my willingness. Why should he have hesitated to tell me what he
wanted and left it to you to say it to me? Am I not his son, bound to do

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 his behest? What glory or what joy can I look for except to make good
his word? How did I deserve it that my father should avert his face from
me and refrain from speaking loving words to me?

My grievance, if at all, is that he did not send for me straight and give
me his command. I shall go to the forest this very day, with no regret.

Kaikeyi felt glad at her apparent success. Like a captive elephant tied
down on all sides, Dasaratha lay. With needless harshness, Kaikeyi
hurried Rama.

KAIKEYI:
Do not wait for the King to speak and prolong the affair.

Rama left the chamber and made his way to the house of his mother
Queen Kausalya to give her the news and see her one last time before
leaving for the forest. Lakshmana had been standing outside and knew
what had happened, with eyes red with anger he followed Rama.

Many visitors were assembled there, eagerly awaiting the coronation.

Rama entered Queen Kausalya’s room, she embraced him and showed
him a specially raised kingly seat prepared for him.

RAMA:
Mother, this seat is now too high for me, I am now a hermit and should
sit on grass. I have brought you news, which may sadden you.

The King wishes to give the crown to Bharata. His command is that I
should spend the next fourteen years in the forest. I must leave today,
mother, and I came to see you once before I go.

When Kausalya heard this, she fell on the ground like a tree suddenly
cut down. Lakshmana and Rama gently raised her. Lakshmana could
not bear the sight of the Queen's grief and burst into fury.

LAKSHMANA:
What sin or crime has Rama committed? Not even his worst enemy
could find any fault in Rama.

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 The old man has become perverse and overpowered by lust over his
young wife. He is not fit to be king any more.

Look here, brother, let us together throw out this King and take charge
of the kingdom. Who will dare oppose us? I shall make an end of
anyone who dares. Allow me to and I shall do this single-handed.

A young brother to become King and you to go to the forest! The world
would laugh at this absurdity. Don't consent to this. I at any rate won't
stand this. I shall put down all opposition and see that you rule the
kingdom without delay or hindrance.

Mother, now you will see the strength of my arm and so will you,
brother. I am prepared to depopulate Ayodhya for Rama.

Lakshmana's words were some solace to Kausalya, but frightened her.

KAUSALYA:
Rama, consider what Lakshmana says. Don't go to the forest. If you go
away, I too shall go with you.

Rama had listened in silence to Lakshmana's outburst, for it was wise to

let anger find outlet in words. Then, turning to Kausalya

RAMA:
Mother, let there be no talk of anyone going with me to the forest. It is
your duty to stay here and look after the King at his old age. How can
the crowned Queen of an Emperor wander with me like a widow in the
forest?

I shall return after my term of forest life. It is my duty to fulfil my

father's word. I cannot fail this primary duty.

Lakshmana, I know your great strength and I have no doubt that you
can vanquish and destroy all opponents but the way in which you
proposed is quite wrong and not worthy of the dynasty to which we
belong. Our highest duty is to fulfil our father's word.

Lakshmana's anger could not be easily put down. Rama sat him down.

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 RAMA:
Lakshmana, Listen to me. You are courageous and strong. Control your
anger and grief on my account. Consider our father's condition. Our
hearts should go out to him in sympathy, for he is stricken with great
sorrow.

Whatever be the reason, he gave a promise and if he should break it, he

would be committing a shameful sin which would blot out all his great
and glorious deeds.

He is heartbroken at the wrong he feels he has done to me. But I do not

feel it a wrong at all, for a king must keep his word and a son must obey
his father.

He gave us the life that we hold and we should give him peace of mind.
So far, we have never given him cause for sorrow or dissatisfaction.
My mind has altogether turned away from the coronation and is intent
on the journey to the forest.

We should not be angry with Kaikeyi either. Has she not been kind to us
all these years? That she should suddenly conceive this idea is surely
the working of fate. We should not blame her. Our love for her should
remain the same as ever.

If, before this, there had been evil in her thought, her conduct would
have shown it. There is no doubt that some higher force has made her
change suddenly.
This explanation calmed Lakshmana for a while. But soon his anger
boiled up again.

LAKSHMANA:
Very well, then. This is the work of fate. I am not angry with her. But are
we to sit still and do nothing? It is the warrior code to overcome evil
and establish justice. A hero does not bow down before fate. Having
announced Rama's coronation by beat of drum to the town and country,
the treacherous King invokes some old forgotten boon and orders you to
go to the forest. Is it manly to call this fate?

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 Only cowards go down under fate. I am no weakling to yield to fate. I
shall tame the mad elephant called fate and make it serve me. I shall
banish to the forest those who conspired to banish you.

If anyone questions your kingship now, I stand here to annihilate him.

Are these two shoulders merely for beauty? This bow, these arrows and
this sword hanging on my side are they mere decorations? Or do you
think they are theatrical equipment put on for a show? I await your
orders. Give me the word and test my prowess.

RAMA:
As long as our parents are alive, it is our duty to obey them. I cannot
dream of disobeying my father. It is our prime duty to do his bidding
and enable him to fulfil his pledge. What joy is there in getting a
kingship after insulting our parents?

Rama wiped with his hand the tears from Lakshmana's eyes. When
Rama did this, Lakshmana grew calm for the affectionate magic of
Rama's hand could work wonders. He then addressed Queen Kausalya.

RAMA:
Mother, Father has bestowed on me the Kingdom of the forest. Grant
me leave so that my journey will be blessed. After fourteen years, I will
come back and behold you again, do not be sad.

KAUSALYA:
How blessed is the forest and how luckless Ayodhya, that will deserted
by you, O Rama.

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 14 - Sita’s Decision
Sita was expecting Rama to return in a chariot with the royal umbrella,
followed by a great retinue. But now she saw Rama return alone,
unattended.

Rama was thinking how he could break the news to his beloved. Sita
sensed something was troubling Rama’s mind, but was sure nothing
would matter whilst their love was there.

SITA:
What is the matter my dear?

Rama replied without hesitation.

RAMA:
Dear princess, my father has ordered me to leave Ayodhya and go live
in the forest for 14 years. Bharata will now be installed on the throne.
This is to fulfil his word given to Kaikeyi a long time ago and I must
obey by going.

My love, I can well imagine your sorrow at having to part from me and
stay here. Your love for me, I trust, will not grow any less during this
absence.

Mother Kausalya in her sorrow will need your attentive care. Bharata
and Satrughna are dear to me, look upon them as your brothers. I must
go to the forest today. Keep your mind steady and calm.

When Sita heard this unexpected speech, her love for Rama manifested
itself as anger.

SITA:
A fine speech you have made, It is the duty of a wife to share her
husband’s destiny. If Rama has to go to the forest, the command
includes Sita also, who is a part of him. I shall walk in front of you in
the forest ways and tread the thorns and the hard ground to make them
smooth for your feet.

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If you must go to the forest today, then today I will go with you. There is
no room here for any discussion.

Do not think that I cannot bear forest life. With you by my side it will be
a joyous holiday. I shall not be a source of trouble to you. I shall eat
fruit and roots like you and I shall not lag behind as we walk.

I have long wished to go to the woods with you and rejoice in the sight
of great mountains and rivers. I shall spend the time most happily
among the birds and flowers, bathing in the rivers and doing the daily
rites.

Away from you, I do not care for Heaven itself. I shall surely die if you
leave me behind. I implore you to take me with you. Have pity on me.
Do not forsake me now.

Beginning in anger, her speech ended in sobs.

RAMA:
Listen to my advice, O princess, and do not misunderstand me. Please
accept my suggestion and stay at home. If you persist in your affection
for me, you will eventually come to grief. The forest is rugged and most
dreadful with its terrible heat, cold, rain and blasts.

The tracks have prickly grass, thorns and stones. Your lotus-like feet are
delicate and lovely, while the paths are most difficult and intercepted by
huge mountains, caves, streams, that are terrible to look at. Bears and
tigers, wolves, lions and elephants raise such a cry.

The ground will be your couch and bulbs, fruits and roots will be your
food. And these too will only be available according to its season.

Can a female swan who has been brought up at a nectarean lake, live in
the salt water of the ocean?

Sita's eyes filled with tears.

SITA:
Tigers, lions, bears, snakes, none can come near me. They will flee from
us at the sight of you. The sun, rain, wind and hunger and the spikes

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 and thorns you speak of, I shall endure them all cheerfully. I am not in
the least afraid.

Without you, my dear, nothing in this world is delightful to me. Without

you, heaven would be as obnoxious as hell. Parting from you is more
cruel than death.

If you do not allow me to go with you, I am better off to die by taking

poison, entering a fire or drowning myself. Please! Take me with you.

Rama now replied with a heart melted by Sita’s words of clear love.

RAMA:
Sita, how could I ever rest peacefully, knowing that you were unhappy?
My dear, go and get ready.

Rama’s love was as great as Sita’s, every passionate word she spoke
touched his heart. He was also confident of his ability to protect her.

Sita joyously departed and sent for the poor to give away all her
belongings and prepare herself for life in the forest.

Lakshmana who had been standing nearby came and caught hold of
Lord Rama’s feet and cried eyes full of tears. He gazed like a fish taken
out of water.

LAKSHMANA:
O Brother, Please let me also go with you to the forest. I am your slave
and you are my master.

RAMA:
My dear Lakshmana, you must remain here and look after our two
mothers. what if Kaikeyi mistreats them?

LAKSHMANA:
Bharata will take care of them, I am not worried.

But, O Rama, as you walk through the forest, let me stay in front with
my bow in hand. Then you and Sita can enjoy the scenery without
distraction.

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 I will gather fruit and vegetables, and when you sleep, I will stand
nearby to guard you!

Hearing the words of his noble brother, Rama embraced him close to
his heart.

RAMA:
Alright Brother, go and say goodbye to your mother. Come back with
two bows, two quivers full of arrows and a pair of the best swords.

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 15 - Farewell to Dasaratha
In the streets and on balconies crowds gathered. Through the windows,
men and women saw Rama and Lakshmana and the princess
proceeding on foot, like the poorest in the land.

CITIZENS:
This is monstrous! We shall go then to the forest too. Let us gather up
all we have and get away to the forest with these princes. The forest
where Rama dwells shall be our Ayodhya. Let Kaikeyi rule over the
ruins of Ayodhya. Wild beasts and vultures of the forest will come to
stay here. This will become a forest, and the forest will become
Ayodhya.

Rama heard people talking thus, but took no notice. At the entrance to
Kaikeyi's palace, Rama was met by Dasaratha’s closest minister
Sumantra who took them before the now depressed King.

RAMA:
Dear father, we have come to see you before we leave for the forest. Sita
and Lakshmana are going with me, I tried to stop them but did not
succeed.

DASARATHA:
Rama, I am bound by the boons I made. But you are not bound. Why do
you not seize the kingdom by force? No one would stop you

RAMA:
I have no desire to rule the Earth, or for kingdom or power, father.
When the fourteen years have passed I shall return and offer obeisance
to you.

The King had expressed his secret wish clearly in words, but it was now
clear that it must be abandoned.

DASARATHA:
My son! Atleast, do not go away today. Spend but this night here with
me. Let me fill my eyes with the sight of you. You can go away at dawn.

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 RAMA:
No, dear father. It is my duty to fulfil my father's promise and not let
dishonour blot his name. By Kaikeyi’s orders I have to leave at once
and so I shall.

Those who had gathered began to cry loudly.

DASARATHA:
Where in the world can one find a son like unto you? I swear to you, I
did not intend this great wrong.

RAMA:
Father, send for Bharata at once and fulfil the promise you have given
to mother Kaikeyi. Do not be troubled by thinking you wronged me, for
I had no desire for the throne.

My sole wish is to make good the word you gave. If I got all the wealth
of the world, but falsified your word, what joy would that be to me?

The King touched and unable to plead further, turned to his minister
Sumantra.

DASARATHA;
Sumantra, send for the commanders, order them to get ready chariots,
elephants, horses and foot soldiers, to go with Rama. Arrange luxuries
for Rama to live with in the forest.

Poor Dasaratha imagined that he could make Rama's exile to the forest
something like a royal tour. As he spoke, Kaikeyi's face paled with
anger. She glared at the King, and in a wrathful voice she exclaimed.

KAIKEYI:
You are planning to give Bharata this kingdom after squeezing out of it
all the good it holds? What pleasure or glory will my son have in ruling
a deserted state?

Dasaratha groaned helplessly. Angry words rose from the mouths of

those around, for even the courtiers found this open heartlessness and
chastised Kaikeyi without fear. Rama decided to help put an end to this.

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 RAMA:
My dear father, I have no use for the royal comfort you desire. For my
fourteen years of forest life. I only require bark garments like what
hermits wear and simple necessities of forest life.

Hardly had Rama finished speaking before Kaikeyi suddenly produced

a forest dress of bark. Rama dressed himself then and there and began
to shine like a sage. Lakshmana too changed into a bark dress, while
Dasaratha watched helplessly.

Then Kaikeyi brought a bark dress for Sita too. Sita had never worn
such garments before and did not even know how to change into them.
Kaikeyi only smiled scornfully. She was unable to be blamed as Sita
going to the forest was her own decision.

Vasistha was unable to bare this and spoke out loud.

VASISTHA:
Wretched Queen, Don’t you see everyone is willing to leave with Rama?
I am sure your son Bharata and Satrughna will also follow him, leaving
just you behind to rule the kingdom alone. Atleast allow Sita to wear
something comfortable.

Sita wanted to follow the example of Rama and kept the forest clothes
on with great difficulty. Rama’s mother Queen Kausalya came over and
hugged Sita and spoke to her.

KAUSALYA:
Dear, it is well-known in times of misfortune some women desert their
husband no matter how righteous and loving he is. They forget all the
past, nothing can bind them, even marriage.

Please Sita, I hope you will not despise my son because of his exile.

SITA:
There are no violins without strings, no chariots without wheels. Even if
a wife had a thousand sons, what is she without her Husband. I am
attached to Rama like the moonlight is to the moon, I would never
despise him.

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Lord Rama bowed one last time to his mother Kausalya and spoke to
his father.

RAMA:
Father, take good care of my mother Kausalya when I am no longer
here. She is incapable of unkindness and has never felt the sting of such
separation. When I return after my long exile in the hope of lying my
head at her feet, let me not hear that she has died of sorrow.

Thus Rama spoke, unable to bear the thought of his mother's grief and
made his way out, Dasaratha muttered half unconsciously.

DASARATHA:
Surely I must in a previous birth have inflicted hideous suffering to
loving hearts. I must have torn calves from their mothers, children from
their parents, husbands from their wives. How else could I suffer thus?

Sita got up the chariot cheerfully followed by Rama and Lakhsmana

with their shields, bows, arrows and other weapons and baskets.
Dasaratha’s minister Sumantra drove it forward through the gathered
crowd.

RAMA:
My dear citizens, take care, and please see that none of my mothers are
in sorrow.

As the chariot passed through the city the crowds in the street clung to
it and cried as they kept following and trying to catch up.

CITIZENS:
Charioteer, Go slow, go slow. Please, so that we may get one long last
look at our Lord.

Rama glanced back to see his father suddenly run through the Ayodhian
citizens helplessly like a common man calling out to the charioteer. He
then turned back to Sumantra.

RAMA:
Dear Sumantra, please drive more quickly.

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Sumantra became confused by the conflicting orders of Rama and
Dasaratha. Seeing this, Rama raised his voice and shouted.

RAMA:
Do not prolong the pain of my aged father like this! Faster!

At once Sumantra urged the horses to speed up.

Dasaratha watched on for as long as he could see the dust rising from
the chariot’s wheels and then fainted to the ground moaning.

Kaushalya and Kaikeyi rushed to his side to pick him up but Dasaratha
turned to Kaikeyi and raised his voice.

DASARATHA:
Do not touch me! I hate the sight of you!

I disown you!

From here-on I will only stay with Kaushalya.

and.. If Bharata agrees to your arrangements and accepts the kingdom,

he is not welcome to perform my funeral rights.

He then continued to think of his son and cry while Kaushalya and
Sumitra tried to comfort him.

DASARATHA:
How can Rama live in the forest? Will he sleep on the bare ground with
a stone or a log for a pillow?

Kausalya, are you there? Touch me with your hand. My sight is gone
with Rama.

Sumitra consoled both of them.

SUMITRA:
I am proud that Lakshmana has accompanied Rama. Janaki, though
knowing well the hardships she has to face, has also gone with her
husband.

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 Rama's glory will shine like an undying lamp. He is so great that the
sun rays falling on him will not burn him and the wind that blows will
only caress him with its coolness. As he sleeps at night, even the moon
will care for him like a mother.

Don’t fear for Rama, No enemy can encounter him and escape with life.
Especially with my heroic son, Lakshmana by his side no danger can
approach Rama.

Believe me, Rama will return, beautiful like the full moon, you will then
shed tears not of grief but of joy.

Dasaratha remembered something that had happened long ago and it

aggravated the anguish of his heart. The King turned to Kausalya.

DASARATHA:
Are you still here, my dear? The fruit of one's action can never be
escaped. I now endure the result of a great bad karma that I committed
in my younger days. It was before you came to me. When the time
comes, the price has to be paid.

When I was young, I had learnt the skill of shooting unseen targets
aiming by sound only. One night I went to practice this skill at the river
banks. The birds were silent. The forest seemed asleep.

I could take the aim by the ear and shoot, without seeing, a tiger or
bear or other wild beast that might come to slake its thirst in the
stream. I waited for some wild animal to come. Then I heard a gurgling
sound as if an elephant was drinking. At once I aimed an arrow in the
direction whence the sound came. I didn’t miss!

But.. I was shocked to hear a man’s voice scream and cry out piteously.

Horror-struck, I stood trembling, my bow and arrow slipped from my

hands. I approached the place from where the voice came and I found a
young man lying on the ground covered in blood. Beside him lay an
upturned bucket of water. When he saw me, he cried, 'Why did you aim
your arrow at me that was taking water from the stream? My old blind

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 parents are thirsty and are waiting for me up there. Why did you kill
me?

My parents will not know I died here and will go on waiting for me.
Please.. I see you are the King, instead of protecting me, you have killed
me, please, tell my parents.

With his eyes fixed on me, he breathed his last. It is this crime of mine
that is now pursuing me. The agony of those blind parents who were
deprived by me of their son has come now for me to endure.

As my duty, I approached this old, blind couple who were struck with
grief to hear what had happened. Tears poured from their sightless
eyes, after which they gave up their own lives cursing me ‘You too will
die of grief separated from your son'

It is the curse of that old blind couple, nothing else. Kausalya, I do not
see you. My sight is gone. Death is fast approaching.

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 15A - Rama, Please don’t go
The people of the city followed Rama's chariot in a huge crowd. They
tried to stop the chariot, shouting.

CITIZENS:
Do not go to the forest Rama. Return to the city.

RAMA:
I am going to the forest to uphold my father's word, there is no time for
sorrow here and you should not seek to hinder me.

The people would not listen to him, and kept chanting wildly.

CITIZENS:
Do not go to the forest, do not go to the forest!

Rama stopped the chariot and addressed them with his eyes full of love.

RAMA:
Citizens of Ayodhya, I know the love you bear for me. You will show it
best by transferring it to my beloved brother Bharata. Nothing else will
please me more. Bharata is good and noble, has all royal qualities and
is fully worthy of love.

He is young, wise and heroic yet tender, he has the strength to protect
you. He is your king, and you owe him loyalty and affection.

Rama spoke to them kindly but they loved him all the more because of
this and would not be consoled.

Some elderly citizens found it hard to keep up, some even approached
the chariot’s horses and wept.

OLD MEN:
Why, O horses, do you carry our Rama into the forest? Horses are
sharp please listen to us then and bring back our Rama.

There can be no happiness without Rama, Lakhsmana and Sita, without

Rama we have no business in Ayodhya.
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Hearing all the yearning, Rama felt compassion for the elderly, stopped
and stepped off the chariot. The three decided to walk instead, the
common people, leading citizens and wise elders, constantly trying to
prevent Rama from going to the forest. Still, Lord Rama would not turn
his face backwards due to wanting to perfectly keep his promise.

They reached the river Tamasa, the sun had begun to set and the horses
were allowed to graze.

RAMA:
Lakshmana, this is the first night of our forest life, the banks of this
river. Life in the forest holds no hardship, look, the birds, the animals
and even the trees seem to sympathise with us. The only pain is when
we think of the grief of our parents in Ayodhya, though I trust in
Bharata, he will care for them affectionately.

Lakshmana, I am glad to have you by my side which rids me of all

distress.

Lakshmana and others had some grass lovingly spread on the ground
for Rama and Sita to sleep on but Lakshmana himself spent the night in
vigil talking with Sumantra.

Long before dawn, Rama rose from sleep to find that the citizens of
Ayodhya were all sleeping nearby them on the ground too. He
approached Lakshman and Sumantra.

RAMA:
It seems the citizens who have followed us, fatigued by their long
journey, are fast asleep. I am deeply moved by their affection; but I
cannot permit their love to force me to go back. Let us therefore, move
on now, while they are asleep.

Dear Sumantra, drive some distance towards Ayodhya so they assume

we have returned home and so they themselves return.

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Sumantra drove off alone leading tracks back towards Ayodhya and
returned some time later, where Sita, Rama and Lakshman got on
RAMA:
Dear Sumantra, drive the chariot in such a way to mix up the tracks so
the people do not understand which path we took. There is no other
way. Unless you do this the crowd may go on following us.

Rama faced Ayodhya, bowed his head in respect.

RAMA:
Dear home, jewel among cities! I hope to finish my exile in the forest,
living to see my father and mother and you. Grant me that supreme joy.

The chariot headed in the opposite direction. Even though Rama left the
citizens behind, he took their hearts with him.

The citizens, having slept on the bank, woke up later as the morning
approached and looked round. They were surprised to see that Rama,
Sita, Lakshmana and the chariot had disappeared. They tried following
the tracks of the chariot-wheels but ultimately were led back home due
to Rama’s strategy.

Without Rama, Ayodhya was lacking in beauty and wrapt in gloom.

Houses appeared like crematories and citizens lived like ghosts. Even
cows no longer gave milk to their calves and no one bothered to eat or
engage in entertainment due to the heartbreak of separation from their
beloved Lord.

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 16 - Guha and the Tribals
The chariot travelled for some days, passing the great Ganga river.
Guha, the chief of the region, having learnt already from his men that
Rama would be coming there, came forward with his retinue to greet
Rama and Lakshmana. He had unbounded love for the royal family and
for Rama.

GUHA:
My dear Lord Rama, my kingdom is as much yours as mine. Please
make use of everything as if you were in Ayodhya. I am greatly
honoured you have come.

You may spend all the fourteen years with us here. You will not lack
anything I assure you.

Guha had brought sumptuous food, comfortable beds and lavish

entertainment. Rama was pleased by all this show of affection and
warmly embraced Guha.

RAMA:
Brother, at heart, I accept all that you have offered me, but I have taken
a vow to wear only this and eat only fruit and roots. Please take away
all you have brought, except some food which we could feed to the
horses, they are my father’s favourites.

The village warmly welcomed the three and just like everywhere they
had passed, Rama could hear the citizens speak abusive words cursing
Kaikeyi.

Rama and Sita lay under the tree for the night.

GUHA:
Dear Lakshmana, do go and rest. There is a bed made ready for you
too. My men will keep careful watch. None dare do anything in the
forest unknown to me. Have no anxiety regarding Rama.

LAKSHMANA:
How can I find sleep, Guha? Here, lying on the bare ground, is Sita,
daughter of the great Janaka and daughter-in-law of the great
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 Dasaratha. The great Lord Rama himself lies stretched on the grass.
How can I sleep?

I wonder how Ayodhya is bearing it. I even doubt if at this moment

Kausalya and my mother are alive after crying for us. My father indeed
found strength somehow to say to Rama, 'Go to the forest,' but I doubt if
he has strength enough left to survive Rama's actual departure. And if
he has passed away, our mothers too will have given up their lives. And
here we are, deprived even of performing their funeral.

Will our father and mothers even be alive to greet us, when we return to
Ayodhya after our term in the forest.

Hearing Lakshmana speak, Guha was in tears. The night was spent in
such sad conversation.

Early next morning, on Rama’s request Guha readied a boat big enough
for crossing the river. Sumantra bowed low and stood before Rama
seeking his further commands. Rama understood Sumantra's unspoken
pain and, put his hand on Sumantra's shoulders lovingly.

RAMA:
Sumantra, return to Ayodhya with all speed and be at the side of the
King. Your duty is now to look after him.

From here on we will proceed by foot.

Sumantra burst into tears. The great minister of King Dasaratha wept
like a child.

SUMANTRA:
O Rama, The three of you are going to live in the forest. And us? Please
give me permission to come with you.

Rama wiped the tears from Sumantra's eyes.

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 RAMA:
Our family has known no nobler friend than you. Do not be so sad, we
will return in fourteen years. Assure my parents of my well being, and
urge my Father to install Bharata without delay. Please also ask
Bharata to care for all mother’s equally.

But Sumantra, unable to restrain his grief, burst out.

SUMANTRA:
With what face will I return and with what words can I give comfort?
How will I drive this forsaken chariot without you?

He pointed to the empty and lonely looking chariot.

Rama pacified and comforted Sumantra and convinced him to go. Rama
then turned to Guha.

RAMA:
Dear Guha, I could of course spend fourteen years in your kingdom as
you desire. But I would not be fulfilling my vow. I must not touch dishes
daintily cooked and served. We have to live only on fruits and roots and
live like forest dwellers

Comforting Guha thus, they made their way to the boat. Helping Sita
into the boat they prepared to get on themselves but the boatman
suddenly refused them entry looking at Rama.

BOATMAN:
I know your secret.

I know about the dust of your lotus-like feet which by touch transformed
a rock into a charming woman.

Wood is not harder than stone. If my boat becomes another sage’s wife
like Ahalya, I will lose my only means of livelihood. I know no other
work to maintain my family.

If you wish to board my boat, I shall only allow you, if you have your
feet washed by me first. I do not care if Lakshmana shoots me with his
arrows. Allow me to wash your lotus-like feet

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Lord Rama looked at Sita and Lakshmana and smiled, touched by the
royal love of the boatman.

RAMA:
Well, do what you must to prevent the loss of your boat then.

The boatman brought a basin full of water and bathed Rama’s feet with
overflowing love from his heart.

The brothers then helped Sita onto the boat after which they also got on.
The boatman began to take them across the river. The villagers, men
and women alike, now became sad, tears rushed to their eyes and they
felt like treasure had been snatched from them.

VILLAGER:
Blessed is the land, forest, road and hill where you have planted your
foot, Lord Rama.

ANOTHER VILLAGER:
We pray should you return by this route, allow us to see you. Remember
us as your handmaidens lady Sita.

At midstream Sita turned to the river ganga.

SITA:
Dear Ganga, help us fulfil our vow and return safely to our homeland.

As they got off the boat, Rama felt uncomfortable at the thought that he
had given nothing to the boatman. Sita read his mind and took off her
jewelled ring with a cheerful heart and offered it to the ferryman.

The boatman fell to Rama’s feet and spoke

BOATMAN:
O Rama, I have received everything I already need. I worked for my
livelihood but now I have your grace.

The boatman would not accept anything from them and so they carried
on forth. For the first time, the three stood alone, unattended by friends.

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 RAMA:
Lakshmana, you are my sole armed guard now, You will go first, Sita
will follow. And I shall walk behind you both. We must save Sita as far
as possible from the hardships of forest life.

Hereafter there will be none to keep us company and no fun or

amusement.

Rama's thoughts went to his mother Kausalya.

RAMA:
Brother, should you not go back to Ayodhya and look after mother
Kausalya and Sumitra? I shall manage my forest stay somehow.

LAKSHMANA:
Forgive me, brother, my place is by your side

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 17 - Great Poet Valmiki
Note: Valmiki in his own writing was modest in this chapter. The below
dialogue is mostly credited to Tulsidas

The handsome princes, one dark the other fair and the beautiful
princess, young and dressed like hermits, journeyed through village
after village, enchanting the hearts of those along the way. Wherever
they went, the people were smitten with love. The delightful story as to
how Rama, Lakshmana and Sita travelled the woods was broadcast all
along the route and throughout the forest bringing joy to the people on
the roadside.

Later they arrived at another ashram amongst charming hills, a forest

and beautiful waters.

The sage of the ashrama came out and greeted them. He was a well
known sage and poet called Valmiki. He was glad to receive Rama and
arranged for them to stay and sent for delicious roots and fruits.

RAMA:
Dear great Valmiki, thank you for your hospitality. Would you
recommend a suitable place in the forests for me to take Sita and
Lakshmana, build a simple hut of leaves and grass and live.

Valmiki smiled and stroked his beard and thought. A loving look on his
face he replied.

VALMIKI:
Tell me first, O Rama, a place where you are not.
Then I will tell you a suitable place.

As the three exchanged glances, Valmiki spoke further.

VALMIKI:
Listen Rama, I will tell you where you SHOULD live with Sita and
Lakshman.

Those whose eyes are always laying for your beautiful vision disdain all
worldly comforts and always lay for a glimpse of your beauty. In their
hearts there is a comfortable spot for you to live in along

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 with Lakshman and Sita

Those who have no lust, anger, arrogance, pride or infatuation, are

without greed, excitement, attraction or aversion and who are free from
fraud, hypocrisy. It is in their heart that You should abide.

Those who are beloved of all and friendly to all, to whom joy and
sorrow, applause and abuse are alike and who scrupulously utter
truthful and polite words, who are resigned to You whether awake or
asleep and who have no support other than Yourself. It is in their mind,
O Rama, that You should dwell.

After such sweet and poetic words, the great sage ended.

VALMIKI:
I now tell You a retreat that will be delightful in the existing
circumstances. Take up Your abode on the Chitrakut, You will have all
facilities. Charming is the hill and lovely the forest.

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 18 - Meadows of Chitrakut
As they continued their journey, Sita was lost in admiration at the
many-sided beauty of forest life. They greatly enjoyed the journey.

Rama pointed out the beauty of the forest to Sita occasionally.

RAMA:
How beautiful is the forest unspoilt by human interference! Look at the
beehives hanging there! Look at the ground entirely covered with fallen
flowers! Listen to the birds! How beautifully they sing to one another
and live in joy! Life would indeed be pleasant if we could always enjoy
such sights and sounds

Then they saw at a distance the Chitrakuta hill. They were glad and
began to walk briskly towards it.

RAMA:
How beautiful this region is! The forest here has fine edible roots and
fruits. The water is clear and sweet. Other sages live not so far in the
forest from us and we may live happily in their holy company.

Beautiful trees and flowers and fruits grew everywhere, as if it were

like those which belonged to heaven, it seemed as though the plants had
abandoned heaven to come down to serve Rama and Sita.

Lakshmana was a clever workman. He soon constructed a strong hut,

which was weather-proof and made it comfortable and convenient.
Single-handed, he completed the mud hut with windows and doors all
made of bamboo and jungle material.

Rama’s eyes filled with tears.

RAMA:
Lakshmana, your hands have wrought a miracle!

Here, beside the lovely Chitrakuta hill, in that cottage the three young
people lived, free from care, performing their daily routine. They forgot
that they were in exile and spent the time happily.

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Sita lived happily with Rama and even forgot Ayodhya, family and
home. Even the bulbs, roots and fruits tasted like ambrosia. The litter of
leaves she slept on delighted her as hundreds of cupid’s own beds.

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 19 - Ayodhya’s New King
Sumantra was returning to Ayodhya with a heavy heart. His horses
would occasionally topple down and turn to look back to the south and
neigh restlessly, they would barely move along the road.

As the charioteer finally approached the city, he found it depressed and

devoid of the usual cheerful bustle of urban life.

As soon as he crossed the fortress-gate and entered the city, his chariot
was surrounded by a crowd. The horses would scream and neigh loudly
painfully at every mention of Rama and Sita’s name, distressed like a
fish when the water runs short.

CROWD:
Look at the chariot which departed with the princes and Sita, it has
come back empty.

CROWD:
Where did you leave Rama? How was he when you left him?

Sumantra drove forward covering his face with the end of his upper
garment, ashamed of himself.

He came to the King and Queens and explained in great detail what had
happened and tried his best to comfort them of Rama, Sita and
Lakshmana’s well being in the forest. But nothing could comfort the
love of the Father and the Mothers.

The King fainted again, as he had done so often, chanting Rama’s name
aloud. At dawn, the musicians and singers, whose duty it was to wake
the King from slumber, came to his bedchamber and played on
instruments and sang. But the King did not wake. The royal servants
who attended to the King's morning needs waited long and wondered
why he slept till so late. They finally decided to enter and see him.

The poor and heart-broken King Dasaratha had died.

Soon the news spread and filled the palace with grief. The widows of
the great Dasaratha cried like orphaned children, embracing one another
in unavailing lamentation.
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 KAUSHALYA:
I shall go with the King to Yama. How can I live without my son and
without my husband?

The ministers had to call together a meeting for a quick decision as no

son was present. Lawlessness was feared, for no one in those days
could imagine a people going on without a king.

MINISTER:
The crown prince had gone to the forest. Bharata too is far away with
Satrughna in Kekaya at their grandfather's house.

Someone must forthwith be asked to take up the responsibility of rule. A

land without a king cannot survive. Thieves and robbers will range at
will. There will be no mutual trust among people. Neither agriculture
nor trade can flourish. Without a king, the land must lose its prosperity.

People will no longer sleep with doors open. Culture will decline and
soon disappear. For good to prosper and evil to be restrained, a king is
essential.

Vasista called for a messenger.

VASISTA:
Start at once. Go straight and swift to Kekaya. See that you wear no
sign of sorrow on your face or show it in your behaviour. Bharata
should not know that the King is dead or that Rama and Sita are in the
forest. Tell him simply that the family wants his presence at once in
Ayodhya and bring him along with you with all the speed you may.

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 20 - Bharata follows Rama
Ever since things began to take a vicious turn in Ayodhya, Bharata saw
fearful dreams at night and was filled with anxiety as to what they
might mean.

Just then the messengers of Ayodhya arrived.

MESSENGERS:
The ministers request you to return at once to Ayodhya. They want us to
convey to you that the need for your presence there is most urgent.
Please accept these garments and jewels to be given to your uncle and
to the King as gifts from the palace of Ayodhya.

BHARATA:
Is all well in Ayodhya? And is my mother, Queen Kaikeyi in good
health?

The messengers refused a detailed answer.

MESSENGER:
O tiger among men, all are well whose welfare is dear to you. Get into
your chariot without loss of time.

Bharata and Satrughna mounted their chariots. As Bharata approached

the city, his mind was unrested. Nothing seemed to be as it was before,
and the air seemed heavy with disaster. He looked to his charioteer.

BHARATA:
Why does the city wear such a strange look? I do not see the usual
crowds of people going in and coming out in the gardens outside the
city. All bright and cheerful faces now seem sad.

Inauspicious omens were seen everywhere. Bharata concluded that

some great misfortune had overtaken the city and that was the reason
why he had been so hastily sent for. He entered Dasaratha's palace. The
King was not to be seen. His anxiety increased. He then entered
Kaikeyi's palace. When she saw her son after a long absence, she
jumped from her golden couch to embrace him.

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 KAIKEYI:
Did you have a good journey? Are your uncle and grandfather well?
Tell me all about them.

BHARATA:
The journey took seven days. All our people at Kekaya are happy and
well. Grandfather and uncle send you their love.

The envoys hurried me, saying there was urgent work demanding my
presence here. What is all this about? I went to the King's palace to pay
him my respects. He was not to be found there and here too his couch is
empty.

When Bharata, innocent of heart and unaware of what had happened,

said this, the foolish queen intoxicated with power answered.

KAIKEYI:
My child, your father lived a full and famed life. He has now entered the
higher world.

On hearing this, Bharata fell down uttering a cry, his long arms
stretched out on the ground. Rising, he looked at his father's empty bed
and sobbed like a destitute orphan.

Looking at her son, who lay on the ground like a big tree fallen to the
axe, Kaikeyi spoke.

KAIKEYI:
Arise, O King. Stand up. It is not right for a king thus to mourn and roll
on the ground. Honour and glory are waiting for your acceptance. You
are to uphold the dharma like your royal father.

Bharata's mind was immaculate, spotless. He did not see all that
Kaikeyi had manipulated for him. He continued to cry

BHARATA:
No more shall I see my father's face. What did he die of? How did he
get the illness? And I was not by his side when he lay sick! It was given
to Rama to tend him in his last moments.

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How affectionate the King was towards me! If some dust settled on my
body, he would wipe it with his hand. And how soft and pleasing was
his touch! And I was unable to serve him in his need.
What was my father's last message to me?

Mother where is Rama? Hereafter he is both father and instructor to

me.

Kaikeyi planned her words carefully. She tried to convey that the King
did not think of Bharata in his last moments.

KAIKEYI:
Your father breathed his last crying, 'Ha, Rama, Ha, Lakshmana, Ha,
Sita. It is not given me to live to see Rama, Lakshmana and Sita return.
Happy those who will see their return.

Bharata gathered that Rama and Lakshmana too were absent from the
King's side.

BHARATA:
Where. Were they?
What business took them away from our father's side during his last
moments?

KAIKEYI:
My son, Rama put on the garments of an ascetic and, taking Lakshmana
and Sita with him, went to the Dandaka forest.

Bharata was shocked.

BHARATA:
I understand nothing of what you are saying. What sin did Rama
commit that he should undertake such expiation? Did he rob any wise
man? cause bodily hurt to any innocent person or desire somebody
else's wife? Why did he have to go to the forest? Who laid on him this
punishment?

Kaikeyi answered with the truth, hoping for the best.

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 KAIKEYI:
Rama committed no crime. He neither robbed nor harmed anyone. And
it was not in Rama's nature to cast eyes of desire at other people's
wives.

What happened was that, the King planned to crown him, and for your
sake I secured the fulfillment of two boons he owed me. I asked that the
kingdom should go to you and that Rama should be exiled to the forest.

Rama has therefore gone to the forest with Sita and Lakshmana. Unable
to bear this separation, your father died of grief. Do not waste yourself
lamenting

Your duty is to accept the burden of kingship. I did all this for your sake
and you should accept the fruit of my action in the spirit in which I
acted.

Now Bharata understood that his name was the root of everything and
realised the enormity of the harm wrought by his mother. Overwhelmed
by grief and near, he could not control himself.

His grief grew wild and he hurled cruel words at her.

BHARATA:
O Wicked woman, why did you not kill me as soon as I was born?

Deprived of such a father and such a brother, am I likely to care for

power? After causing the death of the King and the banishment of
Rama, you ask me to take their place and rule the land. This is like
pouring oil into the fire of my grief.

How unfortunate was my father to have chosen you for a wife! Oh, how
could you bring yourself to do this to Rama who was so devoted to you?
Revered mother Kausalya treated you like her own blood-sister. How
could you think of plotting against her beloved son? And did you not
know how much I loved Rama?

Greed destroyed your understanding. How else could you so foolishly

plan for my happiness? Even the great King relied on Rama and
Lakshmana. How could you believe that in their absence I could rule

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the kingdom? And, even if I could, would I agree? Never will your wish
be fulfilled through my cooperation.

I can no longer regard you as my mother. I cut myself off from all
relation with you and decline to regard you as my mother. Would not the
world revile us for all time?

I shall go to the forest, fall at Rama’s feet and bring him back. I shall
set the crown on his head and become his loyal servant. Then I shall
live out the exile to keep father’s word.

It is you that ought to be banished, cruel woman, To what hell should

you go, Get your face out of my sight!

Queen Kaikeyi was shocked at Bharata’s response, her illusion had

been destroyed.

Bharata rushed towards Queen Kaushalya’s home. Upon seeing him she
spoke.

KAUSHALYA:
Bharata, your kingdom is here to enjoy. Everything worked out
perfectly for you by Kaikeyi’s plan. You need not fear any let or
hindrance from us. May all happiness be yours.

These words were like stinging poison in Bharata's ears. He fell at her
feet and clung to them.

BHARATA:
Step-Mother, I had nothing to do with Lord Rama’s exile, I had no idea
what my Mother planned. Do you not know the love I bear for Rama?
Would I ever do such a thing to him? May all the sins of the world
descend on me if I had the least notion of the evil brewing here! I had
nothing to do with it. I have no desire to reap its fruit.

He raised his hands and recited all the horrible sins that one could
commit and invoked on himself the punishments due to them if he had
any part in the plot.

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His passionate sincerity convinced Kausalya, she tenderly raised him.
She was convinced that Bharata's heart was completely free from stain.

KAUSALYA:
Many were your ancestors who attained fame. You have surpassed them
all in glory by renouncing the kingship that has come to you. You are
indeed king among kings.

Just then, the hunchback Manthara appeared, in a variety of rich

costumes, adorned with jewels. The doorman grabbed and dragged her
before Shatrughna.

DOORMAN:
Here is the wicked witch that poisoned Mother Kaikeyi with jealousy to
banish Rama. Punish her as you see fit.

Shatrughna, after hearing of Kaikeyi’s wickedness already burned with

rage, the very sight of Mantara was like butter being dropped into fire.
He sprung forward and kicked Mantara with such an aim at the hump
that she fell flat on her face and screamed aloud. Her hump smashed,
her head split and teeth broken and bleeding.

Shatrughna tried to grab her and drag her but the merciful Bharata
stopped him.

BHARATA:
Brother, please restrain yourself, Lord Rama will not forgive me if you
did this. I too would gladly kill Manthara and Kaikeyi.

The funeral rites of the dead King were duly performed.

The ministers then called an assembly and addressed Bharata.

VASISTA:
The preparations for the coronation are all complete. The citizens and
ministers are awaiting your acceptance. Life in the Kingdom is
disrupted. We know you had nothing to do with Kaikeyi’s plan.

Bharata was pained at heart to hear all this.

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 BHARATA:
I am not the ruler of Ayodhya.

Our tradition is that the eldest son must inherit the royal throne. I
would never think of usurping the Kingdom from Lord Rama.

I have decided to go to the forest and bring the real king back to
Ayodhya and have him crowned.

Sita and Rama are suffering hardship because of me. Recognising me

as his servant, I hope Rama will return.

I will persuade Lord Rama to return, but if unsuccessful, I shall also

remain in the forest and serve him like Lakshmana.

Please get ready the men and materials for this purpose. Prepare the
road for the journey.

Listening to the prince's words, tears came from the eyes of the
ministers and the assembly applauded Bharata's speech.

A big army and retinue prepared to accompany Bharata to the forest.

Many citizens became delighted by the prospect of seeing Lord Rama
and also accompanied Bharata.

The people did not see the sorrow in Bharata's heart for they had
concluded, even when Bharata set out, that Rama would surely return.
They went forward rejoicing that soon Rama would be in their midst as
crowned king and all their recent sorrows would pass like a bad dream.

Almost like a civilisation abandoning a city in search of water sources,

it seemed as if Ayodhya was being deserted in thirst of Lord Rama and
Sita.

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 21 - Bharata Suspected
Bharata’s journey into the forest may have had all the physical comforts
required, but mentally he was met with heartbreak everywhere he
turned. Many would be suspicious as to why he was seeking out Rama
and accused him of wanting to kill him so that Bharata’s acquired
position as King would be permanent.

Seeing Bharata’s great army and the citizens of Ayodhya from a

distance, Guha had even prepared his army to fight Bharata. He spoke
harsh words to his army.

GUHA:
Be alert, all of you, block all pathways and equip yourselves. Be
prepared for death. I will go and encounter Bharata in open combat
and lay down my frail body in Lord Rama’s cause.

Bharata knew about Guha’s friendship to Rama from the charioteer

Summantra. He saw Guha who was approaching with a few men and
then openly spoke

GUHA:
It appears to me that you have come with such a large army to find and
finish of your brother Rama

Bharata was deeply pained by these words and from a heart clear and
pure as the summer sky he cried

BHARATA:
What greater shame can come to me than this, men who love Rama
should fear and suspect me?
Dear Guha, Rama is my father now, for he has taken the place of my
lost father. I have come to beg him to return to Ayodhya and crown him
King. My purpose is to be his humble slave all my life.

This is the mother of Rama. Her treasure was Rama and she lost it
because of me. This is the mother of Lakshmana, a greater brother to
Rama then the wretch who is me. And this is Kaikeyi, the cause of all
our sorrows.

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Guha now understood Bharata’s real intention and the two emotionally
embraced one another. Bharata felt as if he had met Lakshmana.

GUHA:
You renounce such wealth and power coming to find Rama? Your glory
will shine forever."

BHARATA:
What food did Rama take when he was here? Where did he sit? Where
did he sleep? What did he say? And what did he do?

Guha answered every question lovingly and pointed to the spot where
Rama had slept. Seeing the grass that remained crushed by the weight
of their bodies, everyone became pained to think of how Lord Rama
and Sita used to sleep in royal comfort.

BHARATA:
For my sake, Rama, Sita you slept on the grass. I am the cause of all
three of your sufferings. How do I still live after seeing this?
They want me to wear a crown? If Rama refuses to return and wants his
vow fulfilled, I shall take his place in the forest

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 22 - Bharata finds Rama
In the forest hut at Chitrakuta, life went on fairly cheerfully for about
three months. With Lakshmana and Sita by his side, Rama lacked
nothing. The grandeur of the mountain scenery and the forest and the
sweet songs and play of the birds pleased their hearts.

RAMA:
Look, Sita, at those birds playing, Look at the swans playing among the
lotuses. The stream is as lovely as yourself, beloved.

With you and Lakshmana by me, I am so happy and content. How

pleasant it is to see the animals drinking water in the stream without
any fear!

We feared life in the forest, not knowing how pleasant it would be. I am
so happy here. And I have in addition to this pleasure the feeling that I
carry out my father's promise. We have the joy of duty done besides
leading a happy life here.

Over and above all this, I am happy that my brother Bharata is ruling
the kingdom.

Suddenly at a distance, clouds of dust rose in the sky moving towards

them. Soon they heard a great noise as if from a large crowd, the forest
animals stampeding hither and thither in fear. It looked as if an army
entered the forest.

RAMA:
Lakshmana, do you hear that noise? The elephants, bison and deer are
running. What could it be? Maybe hunters?

Lakshmana climbed up a tall tree and looked all around. He saw a large
army approaching from the north, chariots, elephants, horses and foot
soldiers. With great alarm he shouted towards Rama.

LAKSHMANA:
Put out the fire immediately and hide Sita in a cave. A great army is
approaching. Get your weapons and prepare for battle.

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 RAMA:
Look at the flags on the chariot and see if you can tell whose army it is?

After staring for a few seconds Lakshmana burst out in great anger.

LAKSHMANA:
What a wicked brother! It is Bharata! Knowing us to be alone he has
plotted to kill us so that his rule is unrivalled. The soldiers are
approaching with great enthusiasm too.

That son of Kaikeyi shall not escape with life from me today. Shall we
wait for them here, or shall we give them battle on the top of the hill?

We will make him pay for all the harm he has done us. It is surely no sin
to kill one who comes to slay us. After him I shall take pleasure in
killing Kaikeyi too. You will soon see the forest paths running with
blood. Like a tree uprooted by an elephant, Bharata will fall by me.

We shall destroy this army. We shall feed till obesity the beasts of the
forest.

Rama interrupted the furious Lakshmana with calm words.

RAMA:
I know why Bharata is coming here now. He knows the way. He is
coming here to give the kingdom to me.

If he had been in Ayodhya earlier, he would have stopped Kaikeyi, and

saved our father from the great sorrow which has befallen him.

It is wrong of you to think ill of Bharata and speak such harsh words
about him. If it is desire for the kingdom that makes you so cruel, tell
me. I will tell Bharata to pass it on to you, and I have no doubt he will
do it with pleasure.

Rama laughed as Lakshmana shrank into himself with shame.

LAKSHMANA:
Perhaps… our father, the King, is himself coming to see us. I can see
his elephant but without his white umbrella, so maybe he has not come.

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At last Bharata approached the inhabited ashrama with a few key men.
Entering, Bharata saw Rama, Sita and Lakshmana, seated by a fire
looking majestic though with matted hair and wearing bark.

All this time Bharata had wondering what to say and what to do when
he met Rama. But now he forgot all and rushed and fell at Rama’s feet
crying. Words could not make it out of his mouth, until he eventually
sobbed.

BHARATA:
O Rama, How painful it is to see you in this way. Because of me,
suffering in the forest after knowing only the comforts of royal life.

Rama saw his grief stricked brother whose body had grown lean and
fatigued from lack of food. Rama embraced him.

RAMA:
Dear Brother, why did you leave our father's side and come all this way
into the forest? And why have you grown so thin?

Bharata was speechless. Rama began to ask him formal questions about
the welfare of Ayodhya whilst reminding of the righteous ways of
rulership.

RAMA:
My dear brother, tell me about my mothers and the residents of
Ayodhya. Are all being respected? Are disputes being impartially
judged?

Are you avoiding the association and friendships of those who are
deceitful, reckless, violent, envious, gossip-mongers, foul-mouthed,
usurpers of property or unjust.

I hope you keep the company of one learned man rather than a
thousand ignorant fools.

I remind you to avoid making alliances with kings who are too young,
frail and ill, over aggressive, cowardly, greedy, sensualists, frivolous,
those defeated in battle, those overthrown, those who travel abroad too

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 much, have many enemies, those poverty-stricken or opposed to faith
and philosophy, are mentally disturbed or despised by their ministers.

Bharata gathered strength, clasped Rama’s feet and placed them upon
his head.

BHARATA:
Why do you question me about the kingdom, brother, as though I were
its ruler?

You are the rightful king, my duty is to do you humble service. The
whole of Ayodhya has come to a standstill with your absence.

Come with me to Ayodhya, wear the crown and shower your grace on
our family and people.

Whatever my Mother did, it was without my knowledge.

Rama picked him up and embraced him.

RAMA:
Dear Bharata, I know that you had no part in my banishment. Still, I
wish not for the Kingdom. Our dear Father’s wish is for you to rule,
accept it.

Bharata steadied himself and spoke, fighting back tears.

BHARATA:
O Rama, our father…

His work in the world is over. Without You, me, Lakshmana or

Shatrughna by his side, the King gave up his life, slain by the grief of
separation from you.

He is no more.

Upon hearing of his father, Rama fell like a tree chopped down by an
axe and fainted.

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 23 - Please Return, O Rama
The Mothers and all four brothers came together and cried for a great
length of time over their departed husband and dear father. Rama and
Lakshmana paid their respects at a nearby river.

Later everyone gathered around Rama, ready and excited for what
Bharata would say and how Rama would respond as they were sure he
would come back.

Rama spoke comforting words.

RAMA:
Brothers, let us not lament for our father further. He has given up an
old body to attain a higher happiness.

That which pervades the entire body you should know to be

indestructible. No one is able to destroy that imperishable soul.

For the soul there is neither birth nor death at any time. He has not
come into being, does not come into being, and will not come into
being. He is unborn, eternal, ever-existing and primeval.

As the embodied soul continuously passes, in this body, from boyhood

to youth to old age, the soul similarly passes into another body at death.

As a person puts on new garments, giving up old ones, the soul

similarly accepts new material bodies, giving up the old and useless
ones.

In this world, everything is controlled by eternal time. Everything

ultimately meets end and defeat and we should not lament for life to be
reversed.

Union always ends in seperation.

Pieces of driftwood float together on the surface of the ocean, and later
disperse. Similarly are family and society.

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Just by watching the sun rise and set happily, we fail to realise we have
died a little. A learned person should use his energy for executing pious
action and therefore attaining a higher destination after death.

BHARATA:
Our noble father became too infatuated with this woman in his old age.
He seemed to confirm the popular notion that at time of death one
becomes obsessed with something.

Undo all the evil that has been done by my mother and wipe off our
tears by agreeing to be crowned. We are all waiting on your word.
Without a rightful king, the land is like a widow, desolate and helpless.

I beg of you. Do not refuse, O, brother!

RAMA:
Do not feel sad and do not speak unkind words about your mother.
Please do not wrongly criticise our father, he was keeping his word, not
acting out of lusty attachment to Mother Kaikeyi.

Father certainly had the right to settle the manner of our lives. What
right do we have to alter or reject his plans? It is your duty to rule the
land and I too shall do my duty and fulfil our father's last command by
living fourteen years in the forest.

Do not blame yourself and think that all these things took place for your
sake. Return to Ayodhya and rule the kingdom. Let us each perform the
duties assigned to us by the father we love and revere.

Bharata turned to Sumantra.

BHARATA:
My brother has no pity for me. Please spread a bed of grass here, I
shall take the pledge of fasting unto death.

Sumantra hesitated and looked at Rama. Then Bharata himself fetched

and spread the grass and sat on it.

RAMA:
Brother, this is not right, do not neglect your duties.

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Bharata got up and as a last resort appealed to the people who had
accompanied him from Ayodhya.

BHARATA:
O, citizens of Ayodhya! Why do you stand mutely looking on?
Do you not want Rama to return? Why then are you silent?

Here I am as guiltless as Rama and a fit substitute for him. If the King's
word should be fulfilled let me stay here in the forest in place of Rama.
Let him fill my place and rule in Ayodhya.

Rama laughed.

RAMA:
My dear brother, a proxy can only be sanctioned when one is incapable
of performing some act. How does it fit on this occasion? Can any of
you say that I cannot handle forest life?

Then the wise Vasishtha found a solution for the problem.

VASISTA:
O, Bharata, how about ruling the kingdom under Rama's authority and
as his deputy. No blame would attach to you then and the pledge would
be kept.

Bharata, lost for further words, fell to Rama’s feet. Rama picked up
Bharata and embraced him tightly.

RAMA:
Brother, look on the kingdom as my gift to you. Accept it and rule it as
our father wished.

Bharata then had two wooden sandals brought forward.

BHARATA:
Rama, place your feet in these and then give them to me.

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Rama did as requested and handed them to Bharata who prostrated
himself on the ground and accepted them by putting the sandals upon
his head.

He spoke loud and clear before all present.

BHARATA:
These sandals shall reign in Ayodhya till you return. In my brother's
place I will have these sandals installed.

For fourteen years I shall stay outside the city and discharge the King's
duties in your place. I too will only eat fruit and roots while awaiting
your return.

At the end of that period, you will return and accept the kingship.

RAMA:
So be it

Bharata and his retinue turned back towards Ayodhya. With their hearts
full of Rama, Sita and Lakshmana, all the people went on their journey
as if in a trance. Even the bullocks, horses, elephants trudged on against
their will, sad at heart and depressed in spirits.

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After Bharata's departure Rama and Sita felt unhappy in Chitrakuta.
The face of Rama’s beloved brother crying and the sad form of his
widowed mother were etched into his mind.

The lonely hut was so full of sad memories that Rama made up his
mind to seek another home. So they left Chitrakuta and proceeded
south.

Along the way, they met other sages, one couple called Atri and
Anasuya were elevated souls and offered them to stay for the night.
Anasuya was delighted by Sita.

ANASUYA:
O Sita, you are a perfect embodiment of wifely virtues

She presented Sita with beautiful garments and auspicious cosmetics

that set out the charms of lovely young wives.

SITA:
My Lord, Rama, loves me with the love of a mother and a father. I am
indeed blessed.

The sage Atri warned Rama.

ATRI:
This forest is infested with fierce and malicious cannibals, Rakhsasas.
They take pleasure in eating humans who are not too careful.

Not too far from Chitrakuta was an outpost of the Rakshasas, called
Janasthana. In charge here was Khara, one of the brothers of Ravana.
From this station, fierce Rakshasas ranged through the forest attacking
sages in their home.

Walking through the great Dandaka forest, Rama, Sita and Lakshmana
were met by the radiant faces of many more sages along the way who
became ecstatic upon seeing Rama.

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 SAGES:
O, RAMA! You are our protector!
Whether we are in the town or in the forest, you are our king!

Soon, the trio entered the forests now denser than before and more
dangerous with tigers and other wild animals, as usual in the formation
of Rama in front, Sita in the middle and Lakshmana at the back. They
proceeded slowly and cautiously.

Suddenly, a gigantic form rushed at them making a blood-curdling

noise roaring like thunder. He snatched Sita and retreated at some
distance. He was covered with blood and held a spear with heads of
lions, tigers, wolves and even elephants. He roared again from the
distance.

RAKSHASA:
Who are you, little fellows? How dare you enter this forest? You have
dressed yourselves as sages yet carry bows and arrows?! The flesh of
sages is my daily food. I shall drink your blood and have this lovely
damsel for my wife.

Held in his grasp, Sita trembled with fear. Rama lost his usual
self-control.

RAMA:
Lakshmana, it is unbearable to see Sita like this

LAKSHMANA:
Rama, just look at what my bow and arrow can do. The earth will drink
this monster's blood. My wrath which was denied outlet at Ayodhya, I
shall now direct on this monster.

RAKSHASA:
Who are you? Tell me at once.

Rama's face glowed with courage and calmly he spoke.

RAMA:
We are princes of Ayodhya. We have come to live in the forest. How
dare you snatch my wife? May we know who you are?

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 RAKSHASA:
I am known as Viradha. You puny princes carrying arms, what can you
and your ridiculous weapons do to me? I have acquired the power that
no weapon can kill me.

Leave this girl here and run away, if you wish to save your lives.

Rama's eyes grew red with anger.

RAMA:
It is time for you to meet Yama (Death)

Rama strung his bow and shot a sharp arrow at the monster. It pierced
his body and made him fall. But Viradha the rakshasa did not die.

Enraged by the pain, Viradha placed Sita on the ground, and lifting his
spear rushed madly towards Rama and Lakshmana. The princes sent a
shower of arrows at him. The rakshasa however laughed and shook
them off.

Viradha threw his spear at them but Rama cut it into pieces in mid air
with his arrows. Then Rama and Lakshmana rushed with their swords
and started to hack at Viradha but Viradha lifted them in his arms and
carried them away into the forest.

Sita in despair cried out helplessly.

SITA:
Leave them alone!

Hearing her cry, Rama quickly hacked at Viradha’s right arm whilst
Lakshman the left. The arms fell off causing Viradha to fall
unconscious.

Rama quickly planted his foot on his neck to prevent him from rising.

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 RAMA:
Lakshman, this thing cannot be killed by any weapon, let us bury him
alive so he doesn’t cause any further harm. Dig a hole while I keep my
eye on him.

Meanwhile, due to the touch of Rama's foot, Viradha was suddenly

cleared of the curse that had made him this way and could remember
his previous life. He slowly regained consciousness just as he was to be
completely buried but now spoke more sweetly.

RAKSHASA:
Rama! I am now free after your feet touched me.

I was under a curse, this is not the real me. I was a celestial that
wrongfully lusted after another celestial and hence was thrown down.

I will regain my form after death, which you will grant me by burying
me here.

Accordingly Rama and Lakshmana buried him in a pit they dug in the
earth and went and found Sita who stood terrified after what had
happened earlier.

When the sages of that forest heard the news of Viradha's death they
came to Rama and surrounded him.

SAGES:
It is our good fortune, O King, that you have come to dwell in this
region. Hereafter, we shall live untroubled by rakshasas.

Look at those bones scattered all round. They are the remains of sages
killed and eaten by the rakshasas. We are being mercilessly killed.

We live in constant fear of our lives from these man-eating cannibals

and monsters. We humbly beg you, give us your protection.

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 RAMA:
O great ones, I gave up kingship and came to the forest in obedience to
my father's wish. If I can also serve you and do some good, I shall count
myself twice blessed. I shall stay in the forest and destroy the rakshasas
and free you from trouble. Shed your fear.

Rama's promise of help gave relief and joy to the sages. Great sages
such as Sutiksna gave them great blessings and gifts. Rama, Lakshmana
and Sita carried on the forest path to settle down nearby.

A fear had arisen in Sita's heart, Sita turned to Rama and argued in soft
and affectionate words.

SITA:
Why should you and Lakshmana who are living as sages in the forest
take on yourselves this task of protection? You have come here to fulfil a
promise of the late King. The duty of protecting the rishis belongs to the
ruler who is actually reigning.

To kill anyone, except in self-defence, is opposed to the vow of sage life.

But you have promised protection to the sages.

I speak out of my infinite love for you as a lady. But, men, it is said, are
driven by desire into three kinds of sin:
falsehood, lust and violence.

Falsehood is unthinkable in one who for truth's sake has renounced a

kingdom and is here in the forest. For lust, I know that you will not
allow even the thought of another woman to enter your mind.

But I am afraid of the third kind of sin. Should we kill one who does not
attack us? Whether it is a rakshasa or not?

I feel you were in a hurry when you gave your word to those sages.
Destroying the wicked is no doubt the duty of a king but can that duty
still cling to you when you live in exile?

Rama's love and admiration of Sita rose all the more for her.

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 RAMA:
Indeed, my love, you speak like a true daughter of Janaka. But, Sita, did
you not once say yourself that the weapons of warriors are for
protecting others?

When helpless people suffer persecution, how could a warrior sit still?
When we came here the sages complained of their sufferings and
begged for our protection. They could not endure the cruelties of the
Rakshasas who looked on them as meat.

Did they not show us a great heap of bones to show what had been
done? 'You are the king's son,' they said. 'Our troubles will now end as
darkness before the rising sun. You are our only refuge.' Could we
princes hear their piteous appeal and refrain from helping them?

Everyone of the warrior class, everyone has to do his duty, not the king
alone. I have given my word and I cannot go back. A pledge thus given
cannot be withdrawn.

SITA:
Dear husband, can I request you to keep your bow in hand only for the
purpose of killing the Rakhsasas that harass the sages? Please do not
kill the innocent ones. Ofcourse it is not my position to instruct you but
please consider what I thought.

RAMA:
Dear Sita, I appreciate your words, full of wisdom. I know you advise
me for my welfare because you love me. Unless one is dear, he is never
given such frank council.

Rama, Lakshmana and Sita began to live amongst the sages, spending
nights at different ashramas. The forest was indescribably beautiful,
with deer and bison, boars and elephants.

The three were very happy with the constant joy of association with
great sages and each other. Rama and Sita took care of each other well,
even when a crow dared to peck at Sita’s foot causing her to bleed, he
would chase it immediately bow and arrow in hand with such a wrath
that nothing in the whole of creation would dare give that crow
protection.

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Time happily spent seems short and needs no length in recording. Ten
years passed quickly in this way. After the ten years, the end of their
forest life was approaching.

One day they visited a renown sage called Agastya, who was actually
feared by the rakshasas for he had acquired such power that one time a
rakshasa trying to kill him had died in its process.

AGASTYA:
Dear Rama, I was looking forward to your visit. The end of your exile is
approaching. Stay here during what remains of it in peace. This place is
free from the fear of rakshasas.

RAMA:
Thank you for your gracious welcome. But I have promised protection
to the rishis in Dandaka.

The Sage then gave to Rama a bow and an inexhaustible quiver, as well
as a sword.

AGASTYA:
Rama, destroy the rakshasas with these special weapons which came
from Vishnu himself.

Take good care of Sita who for love of you cheerfully submits to
hardships to which she was not born or accustomed. The nature of
many women is to be fond of comfort and averse to hardship but Sita is
not like this at all.

Wherever you are, Rama, with Lakshmana and Sita by your side, the
place will be filled with beauty. Visit Panchavati next, Sita would love it
there.

Agastya then turned to Sita.

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 AGASTYA:
You have earned eternal glory by voluntarily undergoing great hardship
for your husband’s sake. What you have done is especially meritorious
because it has been the nature of women to love a man only as long as
he is prosperous.

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 25 - Surpanakha’s nose
The trio made their way to Panchavati, as recommended by the sage.
On the way they met a huge figure perched on a big tree. They took it to
be a Rakshasa. Rama became fierce

RAMA:
Who are you?

The figure revealed itself to be a vulture, a friendly one with the ability
to speak. It answered in an affectionate voice.

JATAYU:
My dear, I am Jatayu, and you are the sons of Dasaratha, who was a
friend of mine! Consider me to be your sincere servant. There are many
fierce Rakshasas that live here. I can keep watching. I will safeguard
you and Sita.

Due to his father, Rama was pleased by Jatayu. Jatayu followed them
keeping a watchful eye on any dangers.

Rama was thrilled by the beauty of Panchavati.

RAMA:
Lakshmana, we can build our ashrama and enjoy our stay here. Look at
those herds of deer. The trees with their flowers and the sweetly singing
birds, the river, the clean sand, everything is beautiful.

Lakshamana began to construct a home, skilled as he was in this craft in

which they settled happily for some more time.

Some evenings they sat remembering old days and tales of long ago.

RAMA:
How long yet to see Bharata again? When shall we have that pleasure,
Lakshmana? When shall we four brothers live together again?
Bharata's loving words are still sweetly ringing in my ears.

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 LAKSHMANA:
Bharata is entitled to live in ease but he has taken on himself a life of
hardship because of us. My heart is full of sorrow for him. Even in this
cold weather poor Bharata no doubt eats sparingly and sleeps on the
bare floor. How fortunate we are to have such a noble brother!

While they were thus recapturing the past in sweet companionship a

Rakshasa woman watched them. She was Surpanakha, Ravana's own
sister who was roaming the forest not too far from her brother Khar in
Janasthan.

She was not so pleasing to the eye, but had the power to assume any
lovely form at will. Filled with uncontrollable desire for Rama after
seeing him, she assumed a charming form and approached them.

She appeared slender, with lovely lips and teeth which matched her
fawn-like eyes. Her walk was that of a peacock. Her anklets made
music as she came near. Rama looked up and saw this creature who
appeared to have ravishing beauty. She respectfully spoke.

SURPANAKHA:
Who are you, dressed like an ascetic but accompanied by a woman and
carrying warlike weapons and arrows?

RAMA:
I am the eldest son of the great King Dasaratha. My name is Rama.
This is my brother Lakshmana. And this is my wife Sita.

Now please announce who you are.

SURPANAKHA:
Have you heard of Ravana? the great king of the Rakshasas? I am his
sister. My name is Surpanakha. My other brothers are also renowned
warriors, including the lords of this region, Khara and Dushana.

However, I am not subject to their control, I am a free person, free to do

what I like and please myself.

What is your purpose in coming here? Why are you here in the forest
that belongs to the Rakshasas?

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 RAMA:
We are fulfilling a vow made to our father and mother by living in the
forest.

Surpanakha then smiled shyly.

SURPANAKHA:
It is not proper for a woman to speak out about the trouble in her mind.
And yet I suppose I must speak it out. The God of Love has invaded my
heart.

The moment I set eyes on you, I fell in love with you. You are now my
husband.

There is no man like you and no woman like me. We are a suited match.
Why do you wander around with this midget of a woman?!

All this amused Rama. He smiled and replied.

RAMA:
Oh beautiful one! Your desire for me will end in trouble for you. I have
Sita and do not care to live the life of a man with two wives. But my
brother here is a bachelor and is as good-looking as myself. He is the
proper husband for you. Offer your hand to him and leave me alone.

Surpanakha took Rama's advice seriously and approached Lakshmana.

SURPANAKHA:
What do you say? Let us together wander at will in joy through this
Dandaka forest.

Lakshmana entered into the humour and sarcastically replied.

LAKSHMANA:
Do not be foolish. He is trying to cheat you. What is your status and
what is mine? I am here a slave to my brother, while you are a princess.
How could you become my wife and accept the position of a slave's
slave? Insist on Rama taking you as his second wife.

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Surpanakha turned back to Rama.

SURPANAKHA:
You are alone in this forest and the Rakshasas will attack you. Even if
you do not provoke them, they will give you trouble because you are
dressed as sages. If you marry me, you will be free from all this danger.
Not only that, my powerful people will be ready to serve you in all
ways.

Rama pointed back to Lakshmana.

RAMA:
My brother is a greater hero than I am.

LAKSHMANA:
Only a man who casts his shame to the wind would marry you.

Surpanakha now turned to Sita and became enraged by the sight of her.

SURPANAKHA:
It is this wretched little insect that stands between you and me Rama. I
shall finish her off this instant. I cannot live without you.

Saying this, she assumed her true form and sprang towards Sita.

Rama intervened just in time to save Sita shouting to his brother for
help.

RAMA:
Lakshman, stop her!

Lakshmana in a flash pulled out his sword slicing Surpanakha across

the nose, thus stopping her before she could make any further attack.

Without a nose, disgraced and mutilated, Surpanakha uttered a loud

screech and ran off into the forest mad with pain and rage.

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 26 - Khara and Dushana
Surpanakha ran into the forest station of Janastan and flung herself on
the ground before her Rakshasa brother Khara sobbing like a trampled
snake.

Khara became enraged noticing her disfigured appearance.

KHARA:
My sister! Who dared to do this? No one will escape with their life after
this, even a god. Point them to me and I will squeeze out his blood.

SURPANAKHA:
There are two brothers Rama and Lakshmana, they are staying in the
nearby Dandaka forest. Dressed like sages and accompanied by a girl. I
do not now if they are demigods or fellow rakshasas but they did this to
my face using the girl as an excuse.

I will not be pacified until I drink their blood!

Khara ordered his generals

KHARA:
Go at once, slay these men and bring their lifeless bodies. Bring that
woman also. Delay not.

Fourteen generals set out to do his bidding followed by Surpanakha

determined to avenge herself. Arriving at the ashram, she pointed to the
cottage within which the three were.

SURPANAKHA:
There are the men that mutilated me. Slay them immediately.

Rama noticed the army and understanding the situation immediately

turned to Lakshmana.

RAMA:
Protect Sita, I will go and deal with this.

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Rama took up his bow and went outside. Following the prevailing rules
of war, he announced himself to Khara's generals.

RAMA:
Tell us the reason that you come here.

I hope you know that our purpose of being here is due to the request of
the sages to protect them by destroying the likes of you.

If you value your lives, turn back now.

Surprised at being challenged so courageously, the rakshasas stared at

Rama with blood red eyes.

They rushed at Lord Rama with weapons in hand but with fourteen
arrows and perfect aim Rama shot their weapons to pieces and with
another fast fourteen arrows he pierced their hearts. The rakshasas fell
like trees bathed in their blood and Surpanakha ran off in fear.

Khara could not believe it when he saw his sister once again come back
alone sobbing.

KHARA:
I had sent fourteen warriors unconquerable, each one like Yama. They
must have by now fulfilled their mission have they not?

SURPANAKHA:
Those fourteen great warriors now lie stiff and cold in death, slain by
Rama alone. If you have a spark of pride in you, start a war at once, kill
Rama and save the Rakshasa race. If you are afraid, I shall understand.

Khara became enraged and prepared to go himself.

KHARA:
Be patient for a moment and you will have his blood to drink.

A great army, fully armed headed by Khara and Dushana marched

forward. Hearing the tumultuous noise of the approaching army, Rama
turned to Lakshman.

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 RAMA:
Arm yourself and take Sita with you to a cave in the hill. Go at once. I
do not require any help to massacre these rakshasas.

Saying this, Rama put on his blazing golden armour that had been
gifted earlier and strung his bow.

Lakshmana did as Rama commanded and took the worried Sita to a

mountain cave.

The sages were slightly worried as to how Rama, standing single,

would face such a huge army? The Rakshasa force advanced in proud
array, with drums and trumpets. Rama stood shining like the sun,
holding his bow. Like great black clouds disturbing the sun the
Rakshasa hordes surrounded him with steel clubs, spears, pikes, maces
and other weapons.

DUSHANA:
Surrender to us at once the woman you have.

Rama smiled.

RAMA:
We are warriors by birth. Though I may stand before you as a human,
my purpose here is to exterminate you demonly cannibals.

However, I will never kill an enemy who has turned his back on the
battlefield, so feel free to return home.

Khara and Dushana burned with anger.

KHARA:
Capture him!

Rama gave his bow a twang, the sound was so terrific and fearful that it
deafened the ears of the cannibals. The battle began.

Like rays from the sun, and with the speed of light, arrows shot out
from the spot where Rama stood, spread out in all directions and
brought down warriors, chariots, elephants and horses. The shafts

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pierced the bodies of the Rakshasas and came out, covered with their
blood shining like fire. The rakshasas fell like moths before a blazing
fire.

Dushana fought violently and finally rushed at Rama with a spiked

club. Rama shot two arrows which accurately sliced off both his arms
and a third arrow which took the cannibal's life. The remaining
rakshasas rushed at Rama to avenge their leader but only met with
immediate death at his rain of arrows. Bodies had now piled up in
beyond hundreds.

In this way, the whole army of Khara was destroyed. After a heavy
battle Khara’s confident pride was gone but he fought manfully. Rama
again with arrows destroyed Khara's chariot and cut his bow in two and
everything Khara threw at him.

RAMA:
You have been a terror to mankind! You dedicated your life to bringing
pain to others.

Strength of body is no protection to an evil-doer. You killed and feasted

on the flesh of pious sages. You will now receive the punishment due for
these sins as they watch from the heavens.

Now you shall die. This forest will be safe hereafter.

Even while Rama was speaking, Khara pulled out by its roots a huge
tree, and gnashing his teeth, threw it at Rama. But this too Rama split
by his arrows. Finally Rama shot a blazing arrow which pierced
Khara’s chest and made him burst into flames and fall.

Voices where then heard cheering.

CROWD:
Rama has killed the cannibals. Men can live in peace in the Dandaka
forest hereafter. Indeed he is a hero.

Sita and Lakshmana returned from the cave. Sita fixed her gaze on her
hero Rama. Lakshmana embraced him, cheering for single-handedly
fulfilling the promise of safety he had given to the sages.

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 27 - The Manipulative Sister
LOCATION: LANKA

In Lanka, Ravana was seated on his throne with his counsellors around
him. His face shone and his mighty body showed the scars of many
wounds received in victorious battles against demi-gods, demons and
others.

After getting the benediction of immunity to death from all beings

except men, his ego had become puffed up. Ravana sported by
wrecking ceremonies offered to any demi-god and killing pious sages
and by carrying away women by force, especially those married to
other men. Lanka had become the new home to many such women who
had to accept their fate.

Ravana had been told by a minister of how his brothers Khara, Dushana
and Trisiras along with their entire army had been slayed by one man.
After first being angered by this, he was advised it was better he did not
bother with this and so he decided to forget about it.

Today, the most critical turning point of his life arrived in the form of
his sister Surpanakha who burst in, bleeding and mutilated. Everyone
looked at her with horror struck eyes in stunned silence.

SURPANAKHA:
O Brother! What fool are you? Are you not awake to the deadly danger
that threatens our existence?

Did you not hear of what happened to your brothers, Khara, Dushana
and Trisiras, due to one mere man? His name was Rama!

At one moment I saw a single warrior standing proud against a huge

army of thousands and the next moment, the entire army lay dead
planted with arrows as if they had been hit by a terrible hail-storm.

And did you see me, your own sister, disgraced, mutilated and
heartbroken! Have you no thoughts of vengeance my brother?

Stung by the words she spoke, Ravana responded.

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 RAVANA:
Surpanakha, be sure you shall have vengeance.
But this Rama, who is he? What was he doing in the forest? And why
did he mutilate you, what did you do to him?

SURPANAKHA:
Rama looks like a warrior but is dressed like some sage. He had a
younger brother, lighter of skin but similar in appearance.

Surpanakha quickly skipped ahead to speak about Sita, she knew

exactly how to get Ravana’s envious jealousy and lust triggered.

SURPANAKHA:
He had a lady, Sita, I have no words to describe her perfection. She
looks like the Goddess of fortune. She has large dark eyes, smooth gold
skin, I have never seen such sublime beauty in all of creation.

On seeing this Sita, I felt that none but you deserved her. Out of my love
for you, my brother, I tried to carry her off.

Ravana, having heard about Sita and her beauty was now more
interested than before.

SURPANAKHA:
Lakshmana, who was standing by, stopped me and disfigured me in this
way. For your sake, I have suffered. Do you not wish to avenge this
insult?

If you capture the lady, it would disgrace Rama, the spirits of our
brothers and their army who were slain in Dandaka would be satisfied.
I too shall feel satisfied.

RAVANA:
My dear sister Surpanakha, what has been done to the sister of the
mighty Ravana, is unacceptable!

I shall go immediately and avenge you by bringing back this lady you
speak of.

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 27B - Maricha
Ravana took his flying chariot vehicle, on his own he flew over sea and
land and cities. He reached his relative Maricha.

After facing Rama in battle at Vishwamitra’s ashrama, Maricha now

had adopted the life of a sage. This way he could make up for bad
karma he had acquired over his life and work towards a better next life.

Maricha welcomed Ravana respectfully.

MARICHA:
How may I help? How comes you have come all this way?

RAVANA:
Maricha, I am in great trouble and request your help. Do you know my
powerful brothers Khara, Dushana and Trisiras? A man called Rama
has killed them and their whole army.

This Rama is a worthless prince banished by his father, no doubt for

some crime. He has been wandering in the forest alone with his wife,
Sita. He has now even gone as far as mutilating the face of my sister.

I have decided to take vengeance by carrying off Rama's wife and

disgrace him.

In courage, strength, skill and magic powers, none on earth can equal
you. That is why you cannot refuse me.

This is my plan. Use your shape-shifting abilities to turn yourself into a

beautiful cute creature, hypnotising Sita into wanting you. Women can’t
resist such things, she will want Rama to catch you as her pet. Then you
can lure away the men while I abduct her.

After that, he will be disgraced and heartbroken from separation. Then

he can be easily killed.

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Maricha stared at Ravana. His face became pale from fright as he
remembered Rama. It was clear that even though he spoke of
Surpanakha, his real motivation was his lustful desire to possess Sita.

MARICHA:
Whoever has given you this idea is actually your worst enemy in the
guise of a friend.

What plan is this? Carrying off the wife of Rama? Don’t you have more
than enough wives and a good home? Return to them.
If you hanker after Rama's wife, you will bring annihilation to your
whole race.

Maricha through his reformed few years of penance as a sage could see
things more clearly than before, he had acquired better mystical sight.

MARICHA:
King Ravana, it is easy to flatter pleasant words to the ears. But those
who give good counsel are few, and fewer still are those who welcome it
when given. It is my duty to speak to you the harsh truth.

Your informants have not understood or told you the truth about Rama.
Do not be deceived by what you have heard from others about him. He
is not just some criminal, weakling or coward. Do not make him your
enemy.

Do you remember how, in olden days, proud of my strength, I

occasionally disturbed the ceremonies of sages and feasted on their
flesh in the Dandaka forest. In those days Rama was but a boy. Me and
Subahu faced him in battle, and only I got away with my life, simply
because I think Rama’s arrows do not kill those who run away from the
battlefield.

Rama the boy is now a man.

From the time I escaped, I have been so terrified, I lost my love for
violence and took up yoga and sage life. Still, I am struggling for peace
as whenever my glance falls upon a tree, I that it is Rama, this whole
forest looks like Rama watching me. Sometimes I even see him in my
dreams and wake up, heart thumping in terror.

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 From what I see now, it looks as though Sita was born only to bring
your ruin. If you persist, O Ravana, I see before my eyes great ruin, I
see Lanka in flames, the streets littered with death, widows and orphans
crying painfully. You will be reduced to ashes if you approach the
blazing fire which Sita is.

Ravana was not convinced, how can good advice be heard by a victim
of lust? Like a sick man rejecting medicine, Ravana refused his counsel.

RAVANA:
I have not come for your advice. I am king and I am telling you what to
do.

On this matter, I have considered everything and reached a decision.

This insignificant creature is unworthy of the honor of battle from me.
What more is he than a human, driven out of his own country?
Disgracing him by carrying off his wife is the best punishment.

If you do not help me now, understand, your life will for sure end in my
hands, whereas it is only possible death in the hands of Rama.

Maricha thought within himself of how Ravana is already doomed

beyond saving, and for him, it is better to be killed by Rama than by
Ravana. At least then he would not be dying shamefully in the hands of
his own kind.

MARICHI:
I had given you good advice, but you will not listen.

I am sure to die from carrying out these orders, but I would rather be
killed by a foe whom I respect than by you. Very well, let us go.

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 28 - Ravana’s Past Life
Once, there lived a tyrant, his name was Hiraṇyakaśipu.
From the desire of immortality, he acquired from the creator, a boon.
Not to be killed by any of the world’s living entities,
Not to be killed in any place, indoors or outdoors from village to city,
Not to die in the daytime or at night,
Not to be killed on land or in the air, or by any weapon or might.

Hiraṇyakaśipu then conquered everyone in the three worlds

He brought all living entities under his control.
He took by force all places, with power and ego he became mad.
But his problems really started when a child Prahalad, he had.

Prahalad was pure and had full control of his senses and mind
He had become devotee of Vishnu whose stories who he would find
He loved Vishnu and his incarnations, more than anyone else.
But his tyrant father Hiraṇyakaśipu thought superior of himself.

Hiraṇyakaśipu was angry, and had Prahlada beaten and tortured.

But Prahlada would not stop singing about Lord Vishnu and his ventures.
Hiraṇyakaśipu was so furious he then decided to kill his own son
But Prahlada replied, “Vishnu is in all places and time, equal to him are none.”

Hiraṇyakaśipu angrily asked him, “O is he in the palace pillars too”

When Prahlada confirmed this, Hiraṇyakaśipu angrily shouted
“Let me see your protector come to protect you.”

Hiraṇyakaśipu took up his sword, ready to behead his son.

He angrily struck a pillar with his fist, there was a mighty thump.
But as soon as this happened, a thundering sound occurred,
out came a terrific figure, half lion half man, angrily burned.

Sure enough it was Vishnu, in the form of a brand new creature

He bullied Hiraṇyakaśipu till it was not night nor day, it was the twilight hour.
At the doorway He grabbed Hiraṇyakaśipu, with His mighty claws
threw him upon His mighty thigh, not land, air, indoor nor outdoor.

This was the only way, Hiraṇyakaśipu could be killed,

he was ripped right open, for every pious person’s thrill.

When there was no one else to fight, Vishnu, roared with his lion face
He sat upon Hiraṇyakaśipu’s throne, Narasimha became his name.

O Rama, when your devotee was in danger,

you ripped up a tyrant with your mighty claws.
Now the same one returns to take your sweetheart,
Can we even imagine what fate he has in store?

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 29 - The Golden Deer
Sita was gathering flowers in the forest, when she noticed a beautiful
deer. She stared at its wondrous beauty. The deer, too, stared back at her
and pranced here and there in front of her. Like a rainbow in the sky, it
charmed the eye of the beholder. Its skin seemed more beautiful than
gold.

Sita excitedly called upon Rama and Lakshmana.

SITA:
Come and look! Come and look! Come quick!

Rama and Lakshmana came out of the cottage and also saw the
beautiful creature. Lakshmana however, grew suspicious.

LAKSHMANA:
This cannot be an ordinary animal. This has to be a trick of the
Rakshasas who are now plotting revenge.

But Sita was too mesmerised by its hypnotic beauty.

SITA:
This is the most beautiful creature I have so far seen in this forest. Look,
look at it, look at how playful it is.

Please catch it for me, we shall bring it up as a pet.

Desiring to possess it, she pleaded to Rama.

SITA:
My dear, my dear, please somehow catch it for me.
Soon we would return to the city. How beautiful would it be to take this
exquisite creature to our palace, playing about?

We could even gift it to Bharata. Please somehow catch it for me!

Look, look again. All these long years, I never saw such a beautiful
thing in these forests. It is like a cluster of shining stars!

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Rama could no longer resist his sweetheart’s desire, he was delighted
by the chance to fulfil Sita’s wish.

RAMA:
If my sweetheart is so keen on having it, it is my duty to get it for her.

Even if you are right, Lakshmana, and the creature is a Rakshasa, I can
kill it. What is there to be afraid of?

If I cannot catch it alive, I can bring it down with an arrow.

Bring me my bow and arrows brother!

Lakshmana's heart was not in it, but he obeyed. Rama took the arrow
and set out.

RAMA:
Lakshmana, please remain by Sita's side and guard her vigilantly. I
shall come back soon with this deer alive or killed.

Do not be anxious. Even if this is a Rakshasa, what does it matter? If

this has come here to cheat me, it will be the victim of its own deceit.

But be careful and mind Sita. Anything might happen at any time.

The deer kept within sight of Rama, but beyond his reach. It would take
a few steps, then stop and turn and stare at the pursuer as though easy to
capture, but suddenly it would lift its ears and run off as if in fear. It
would disappear for a while among the trees but reappear elsewhere. In
this way, Rama was lured deeper and deeper into the forest.

Rama, finally strung his bow and sent forth an arrow which pierced the
deer. Suddenly the deer resumed its real form, as Maricha.
Maricha immediately simulated Rama's voice as he fell dieing.

MARICA:
(In Rama’s voice) Ah! Sita! Lakshmana!

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Rama could now confirm Lakshmana was right. This deer was indeed a
Rakshasa. Hearing this cry, Sita may be deceived and overwhelmed by
fear.

Sita trembled as she heard the sound of her husband, apparently in pain.

SITA:
Lakshmana! Do you not hear your brother's voice?
Run, run at once, help him!

Sita was overwhelmed by fear but could see Lakshmana was unwilling
to move. She grew more and more anxious.

SITA:
I heard my Lord's voice in distress. He is in some great danger.
Go at once! What are you waiting for? Instead of rushing to his rescue,
you stand still here!

Lakshmana knew the tricks of Rakshasas and remembered his brother's

command. He would not move. Sita grew furious in her agony of fear
and doubt and shouted in uncontrollable fury.

SITA:
Son of Sumitra! Have you turned into an enemy? Have you been an
imposter all these years?

Have you been with us waiting only for Rama to die? Were you
pretending to be his humble servant, in the hopes that when he dies you
can have me after?

Why else do you stand here refusing to go to his rescue when he cries
for help? Traitor! Imposter!

These cruel words pierced Lakshmana's heart like poisoned arrows. He

closed his ears with his hands heartbroken. He spoke gently to Sita.

LAKSHMANA:
Sita, Rama is invincible, there is no need to fear, calm yourself. None in
the universe is strong enough to touch our Rama or do him harm.

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What you have uttered is unworthy of you, mother Sita. Do not fear or
grieve. You will see Rama return with the body of the stag you wanted.
The voice we heard was not his. Since he slayed the Rakshasas in
Janasthan, their people must want revenge.

My brother has posted me here to watch over you, I cannot disobey him.
He will return soon.

Despite Lakshmana’s comforting words, Sita's fear and anxiety grew

and became bursts of anger.

SITA:
You are taking advantage of what you call your brother's command, you
stand unmoved by his cry and are prepared to let him die!

Oh, how well you have deceived Rama and me all these years!
You called yourself brother!

I, who have lived with Rama, shall never look at you or another man.
When Rama dies, I die with him. Know this for certain.

Sita’s words overwhelmed Lakshmana and broke his heart further. He

clasped his hands in prayer.

LAKSHMANA:
O Mother! How can such words issue from your mouth? Like red hot
iron they burn my ears. Cruel and unjust are these thoughts of yours.

With all the gods as a witness, I swear, your suspicion is wrong.

The innocent Lakshmana trembled but Sita raged on.

SITA:
Look here, there is plenty of dry fuel. I shall light a fire and fall into it.
Or I will drown myself in the lake. I choose death over being touched by
another man! Will you go to help Rama or shall I die?

Lakshmana could bear this no longer. He raised his hands in solemn

prayer.

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 LAKSHMANA:
Very well, sister. I shall obey you, and disobey my brother.
I pray the gods of the forest protect you!

I fear greatly, what if when I return with Rama, we no longer find you
here? yet I shall go!

There was nothing else Sita could do to help Rama but send Lakshmana
by his side. She was helpless in every other way, even if she went with
Lakshmana, she would become a burden.

Lakshmana unwillingly left in Rama’s direction, looking back

occasionally. His heart was troubled and heavy with anger and sorrow.
How could he forget the cruel words Sita had spoken? The prince who
had renounced everything to be with his brother had had his heart
wounded.

Note: Though not mentioned in Valmiki’s writing, in most retellings of this

story, Lakshmana actually draws a magical protective circle around the cottage
that would stop anyone but Rama, Sita or Lakshmana from entering and
ensuring Sita’s safety. He requests Sita that no matter what happens, not to step
out of this circle until they return.

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 30 - The Abduction
Sita was standing at the entrance of the cottage, her eyes fixed on the
forest, eagerly looking for Rama.

An old sage, dressed in saffron with wooden sandals, hair tied up in a

knot walked towards their cottage. He carried an umbrella on his
shoulder and a staff along with a water pot.

Out of fear, the wind ceased to blow, the leaves on the trees stopped
fluttering and the waters of the lake became quiet.

Ravana, in his disguise, set his eyes on Sita. The desire planted in his
heart by Surpanakha became rooted and grew. He was more determined
than ever to possess Sita. He approached her singing under his breath.

Sita saw him as a sage, and according to common courtesy to sages she
offered him a seat and placed some fruits and roots for him.

RAVANA:
Who are you lovely lady?
Why are you here alone in the forest haunted by cannibal rakshasas and
wild beasts?

SITA:
My dear sir, My name is Sita, I am the daughter of King Janaka. My
husband is Rama, son of Ayodhya’s King Dasaratha. Due to our step
mother wanting to install her own son as the king, we were exiled to the
forest for fourteen years.

Who are you sir? How have you come to travel alone in these forests?

The King of Lanka wanted to win Sita, he thought she could be

attracted by his wealth and power and she would leave poverty-stricken
Rama. He expected Sita to behave like most of the concubines he
owned.

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 RAVANA:
I am Ravana, King of Lanka, even the demigods tremble at my name.

You sit here like a Goddess, with white teeth like a row of jasmine buds,
dark eyes like two bumblebees on a lotus-like face. No mortal or
celestial could equal your beauty.

You should only live in a palace, dressed in the finest clothes and
jewellery with countless servants at your feet.

As Ravana spoke, Sita was wishing desperately that Rama and

Lakshmana would soon return.

RAVANA:
Now that I have seen you, I could never take delight in any of my
innumerable concubines.

Come back with me and become my principal queen. You will have
5000 maidservants. Leave this forest and enjoy the beautiful gardens of
Lanka with me.

Sita became fiercely angrily, whilst terrified at the same time and hissed
like an angry cobra.

SITA:
Wicked fellow! I am devoted to my husband. Rama is a lion amongst
men, and you are like a jackall. You dare to consider taking his wife.
Your destruction is near. Leave this place if you want to escape with
your life.

Ravana became furious, he threw off his disguise revealing his giant
terrifying body. With one hand he caught hold of her hair and with the
other lifted her up and carried her to his flying vehicle Pushpaka which
he had parked behind the trees. Sita shouted from the top of her voice.

SITA:
Rama! Lakshmana!

Ravana held her firmly down and drove his vehicle into the air. Sita
screamed down at the trees in hopes of someone hearing. She spotted

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the friendly vulture Jatayu, half-asleep upon a tree who became startled,
recognising her voice calling out of distress.

SITA:
Jatayu, Jatayu! Find Rama, tell him Ravana is kidnapping me!

Jatayu's blood was fired up by the sight and he quickly obstructed

Ravana’s flying vehicle and hawked at him.

JATAYU:
RAVANA, I am Jatayu, King of vultures. You dare lay your hands upon
the wife of another? I command you, give up this intention this minute
or I will throw you down like a fruit from a tree.

Ravana feeling challenged, angrily rushed at Jatayu striking the vulture

with weapons. Jatayu clawed at the rakshasa king’s flesh with his sharp
talons. He did not care about his own aged body or Ravana’s might, He
only saw a Sita in distress and his promise to Rama.

JATAYU:
How can you call yourself a king and do this shameful wrong? Is it not
the rule of kings to protect the honour of women?

You do this cowardly act behind Rama's back? If you have any
problems with him, meet him face to face.

Ravana flared up in a rage. A great battle raged in the sky above the
forest. Jatayu fought like a winged mountain, the sight of Sita made
Jatayu all the more fierce in his attacks on Ravana. Jatayu tried to rip
off the arm which held Sita so tightly but at last Ravana managed to
swing his sword in desperation cutting off Jatayu’s wings and talon
making him fall to the ground fatally wounded.

Sita screamed at the sight of Jatayu.

SITA:
Jatayu! Dear father! You have given away your life for my sake. O
devoted brave friend!

Rama, where are you? Lakshmana, where are you?

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Ravana, cruelly flew on as the petals of the flowers Sita wore, floated
down in pieces. Darkness began to fall upon the Earth.
As they crossed great mountains and rivers Sita spotted some friendly
looking Vanara (a race between monkey and human) and threw down
some of her jewels. She hoped that this may provide clues to Rama of
the direction she had been taken in.

Note: Again, though not mentioned in Valmiki’s recording of this epic,

Lakshmana draws a protective magic circle around Sita in the previous chapter.
Ravana has to trick Sita to come outside of this circle and so pretends to be a
starving sage who first begs Sita for food and then curses her for not coming
out to feed him. Sita eventually steps out of the circle to help him and he
immediately reveals himself as Ravana and abducts her.

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 31 - Sita lands in Lanka
Ravana entered the city of Lanka with the grief stricken Sita. The fool
thought that he had secured the prize, but he was taking home his own
death in a woman's form.

He ordered some female guards.

RAVANA:
Watch over Sita, Do not let anyone approach her without my permission
Give her whatever she wants, clothes or gold or jewels. Serve her and
do her honour as you would serve and honour me.

Anyone who utters a word which might offend her will be punished with
death. No one should cause her anger or grief.

Ravana then left to meet with his ministers and send some spies to
watch Rama.

Imprisoned within a fortress on the island, Sita did not know where she
was or how far from Rama. She expected that her lord would somehow
arrive, kill Ravana and redeem her.

Ravana later returned overwhelmed with desire to see Sita again, and
saw her in grief and shedding tears surrounded by his Rakshasi security
guards.

He thought to himself, “if she saw my wealth and power she would
yield to me.” and so he commanded the rakshasis.

RAVANA:
Bring Sita, we shall show her the great palace and our grandeur that no
king on earth has ever possessed.

Sita was unwillingly shown around all the luxuries of the palace,
fabulously decorated rooms with thousands of women.

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 RAVANA:
Sita, See the gold and jewels and silks. See my vehicles and towers. See
the thousands of maid servants.

All this you can count and enjoy as your own. I may have many wives
but you shall be mistress of them all. Hereafter my love shall be for you
and you alone.

For hundreds of miles the sea surrounds this island which is guarded by
thousands of mighty soldiers. No one can enter this city or match me in
might. Do not waste your youth, You see Rama again.

What pleasure is it for you to stick to a poor human banished from his
kingdom wandering in the forest? To match your beauty, you need my
wealth. Treat this kingdom as your own.

Till now, because of your sins in some previous birth, you have suffered
hardship. Hereafter you will enjoy with me the fruits of your former
merits. You will be the queen of Lanka, the wife of mighty Ravana who
conquered and took Lanka from Kubera.

As Ravana went on speaking thus, tears flowed from Sita's eyes, but she
covered her face with her cloth so her enemies did not think she was
afraid.

RAVANA:
Do not be shy. There is nothing wrong in accepting Ravana, nothing to
be ashamed of.

I bow my head at your feet and beg you for your grace. I am your slave.
Never before has Ravana bowed before a woman.

He really thought he could persuade her and gain her affection. But if
one's mind is clear, one can courageously face any situation. Therefore,
in spite of her grief, Sita spoke boldly to the Rakshasa after placing a
little grass between Ravana and herself.

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 SITA:
Know who I am.
Rama, my husband is a lion amongst men.

Khara and his entire army were massacred by him and now you dared
to make him your enemy by laying hands on me. He fought like a hero
but you stole me like a thief in his absence.

The moment Rama sets his angry eyes on you, you will meet your fate.
If necessary he would even dry up the sea or bring down the moon, to
get me back.

You ask me to accept you. How foolish! Can the craw approach the
swan? I do not value life or body. Do not dream that out of fear or for
saving my life I shall yield to you.

Ravana lost his temper.

RAVANA:
Is that so?
Very well, I give you twelve months to surrender to me.
If at the end of that period, you refuse, my cooks will make meat out of
your body which will become my breakfast.

After warning Sita thus, he gave orders to the attendant Rakshasas.

RAVANA:
Rakshasis, Break her pride!
Put her alone in the Asoka garden, use fear, temptation and whatever
you must to bring her to her senses. Tame her like we would an
elephant.

The Rakshasis took Sita to the Asoka garden, a beautiful park full of
flowers and fruits, and beautiful birds playing among them. Sita was to
be kept prisoner here. However, sustained by her faith, she was neither
able to be frightened by threats nor deceived by temptations.

Ravana stormed off to his palace. He lustfully desired Sita greatly, but
as powerful as he was, he was not able to enjoy a woman without her
consent. This was due to his past.

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 32 - Ravana’s Curse
Note: This flashback chapter may be cut for shorter dramas

Some years ago, Ravana sported by travelling, challenging other kings

and abducting women. He kidnapped the virgin daughters of many
kings, sages and even demigods.

If he saw any girl whom he found attractive, he would even kill all their
relatives in order to take her. His flying vehicle had become witness to
hundreds of girls who had cried of fear and grief.

Often, unable to control his lust, Ravana would grab a ladies hand and
try to entice them.

RAVANA:
O beautiful one, your sweet smiling face, well shaped chest, hips and
thighs, have stolen my heart. Now that I have seen you, I cannot bear to
let you go.
There is no one superior to me, so accept me as your husband.

If he was met with rejection, he would forcefully take and enjoy them.
This even included his own step-daughter-in-law, Rambha. He had
acquired many curses.

VOICE:
May you be destroyed one day because of a woman.

One woman named Vedavati, after just having her hair grabbed by him,
set herself on fire, shouting with her last words.

VEDAVATI:
After being touched by you, I no longer desire to live.

But the curse which haunted Ravana the most was from the angry son
of Kubera, the god of wealth.

NALAKUVARA:
Ravana, if you ever enjoy a woman against her will again, your head
will split into seven parts.

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From this day on, Ravana lost desire to enjoy women unless they
consented to him first.

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 33 - Rama and Sita’s separation
LOCATION: RAMA IN THE FOREST

Rama watched Marichi’s now dead body and he thought to himself,

“What if Lakshmana was deceived by this deer’s cry which sounded
perfectly like my own voice? What if he leaves Sita alone to come to
help me? It looks as though the Rakshasas have planned this to carry
off Sita and eat her.”

Rama rushed back to the ashrama but he was met by Lakshmana

running towards him and held him by the left hand.

RAMA:
Lakshmana? Why did you leave Sita alone?
Those cannibal rakshasas could have killed and eaten her.

They rushed back to the forest, Rama even tripped along the path
fearing what may have happened to Sita. Overwhelmed with anger and
unbearable anxiety, Rama cried out again.

RAMA:
If I do not see Sita in the ashrama when we return, I shall surely die,
Lakshmana.

You will be the only one returning to Ayodhya. How will mother
Kausalya bear her grief?

Those cannibals were so angry with us, they must have got their
revenge by eating her up by now.

How could you leave her alone and come away, Lakshmana?

Lakshmana had tears in his eyes as he managed to answer.

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 LAKSHMANA:
Brother, what could I do? When Sita heard the cry, she urged me to help
you. I told her again and again not to be afraid, no foe was strong
enough to do you harm, and that the cry of distress was not yours, but
she would not listen.

She even charged me with having turned traitor to you, that I would be
glad of your death out of sinful intentions towards herself!

I was half-dead with horror on hearing those words of hers and then
she announced that she would kill herself if I did not go on the instant.

I ran towards you not knowing what else to do.

RAMA:
Whatever she said in her fright, you should have stayed Lakshmana.
This was unwise of you.

The two hurried to the ashrama and upon reaching, they found it, as
they had feared, empty. Sita was not there. Rama’s face filled with grief
and he wept running around the cottage.

The leaves and flowers on the trees had faded. Sita was nowhere to be
seen.

He wandered about like one mad. He went to check if she had by

chance went to fetch water at the river. He went searching among the
trees, hoping that perhaps she was hiding and playing a practical joke.

His sorrow grew and drowned his ability to reason, he began to call out
to the forest.

RAMA:
Oh Asoka tree! Oh tall palm tree! Tigers, elephants, deer, has anyone
seen my beloved Sita.

Oh Sita, you are hiding somewhere? Stop this fooling. I can no longer
stand it.

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After wandering and weeping in vain for a long time he fell on the
ground, crying like an elephant trapped in a pit.

RAMA:
Lakshmana, Sita is nowhere.

Sita accompanied me, thinking I could protect her and I have lost her
to the cannibals forever.

I shall live no more. I surely committed grave karma to deserve this.

Rama and Lakshmana noticed some deer which seemed to look at him
with meaningful intention. Rama looked into their eyes.

RAMA:
Deers of the forest, Did you see my dear Sita?

The deer seemed to answer by lifting their head towards the southern
skies. Lakshmana could understand this to be a message from the deer.

LAKSHMAN:
Lets head south

As the two brothers searched every mountain, forest and riverbank

calling Sita's name aloud with no success, they eventually found some
flowers scattered on the way. Rama at once recognised the flowers.

RAMA:
These are the very flowers I gave her. They must have fallen from her
hair.

He then saw chunks of flesh and drops of blood everywhere and the
pieces of two different entities having fought.

RAMA:
Oh Lakhshmana, it appears two powerful cannibals fought each other
eating Sita here

But not too far, they discovered the mutilated body of a vulture. Rama
rushed towards it wild with anger, bow in hand.

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 RAMA:
Look! Here is one of them.

Jatayu, the vulture raised his head with great pain and spoke in a
delicate voice.

JATAYU:
O Rama!.. Sita.. was carried off by Ravana

I did my best to stop him, but with my old age he succeeded in cutting
off my wings and legs.

He flew to the South.

I clung to the last breaths of my life so I could tell you this.

Tears flowed from Rama's eyes as he listened to Jatayu. He flung aside

his bow and embraced the bird. The princes' sorrow knew no bounds.

JATAYU:
Be not afraid, Rama. You will regain Sita again, no harm will come to
her.

With these words, he spat out blood and gave up life.

RAMA:
Lakshmana, gather dry wood and churn a fire. We failed to perform our
father's funeral, let us do it for the eagle-father who gave up his life for
us

May you enjoy all the bliss of your virtuous acts, O King of birds!

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 33 - Journey Onwards
Note: This chapter may be cut for dramas

In face of the unexpected difficulties that overtook them one after

another, Rama and Lakshmana often lost heart. But they managed to
encourage each other and proceeded on their way.

They faced great cannibals on the way, including one hideous one,
Kabandha whose mouth was in his belly and had two enormous arms
which grabbed to eat anything that moved. Rama and Lakshmana fell in
its clutches and Lakshmana even prepared to sacrifice his own life.

LAKSHMANA:
My dear brother, offer me as a sacrifice and go and save Sita.

RAMA:
Let us not be confused. You cut off one arm, I shall cut off the other.

They did this and set the demon on fire.

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 34 - The Sweet Old Lady
Eventually Rama and Lakshmana arrived at a lake called Pampa.

Shabari, a sweet, elderly lady who belonged to a forest tribe lived

nearby. An outcast in the eyes of most, she lived the life of a sage, a
faithful disciple of one called Matanga.

As soon as she saw the two princes approaching, one dark the other fair,
she immediately prostrated and embraced their feet as though she knew
them and had been expecting them. She seemed so overwhelmed with
emotion, she kept bowing again and again.

SHABARI:
Rama, Rama, Please come, take a seat.
Please accept my offerings, I already have fruits, roots and bulbs
arranged for you.

Rama followed the sweet lady along with Lakshmana to her little home
where she produced varieties of vegetables she had gathered that day as
if ready for their arrival. Shabari looked at Rama full of love.

SHABARI:
Dear Rama, I am the lowest of the low but have had the highest
blessing by your visit.

I am Shabari, accept me as your servant.

When my master Matanga was going to leave this world, I wanted to

leave too, but he told me that I should wait as he could foresee that one
day I would have a chance to welcome Lord Rama himself to my home.

I waited all this time and prepared for your arrival every day without
doubt, and finally you came, dear Rama.

and.. I know who you really are!

Shabari’s love and daily penance in hopes of seeing Rama just once
really touched Rama’s heart.

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 RAMA:
Dear Shabari, you are a lady of great quality. Those who live in the
fellowship of saints, or are fond of divine stories, chant mantras, have
self control, see the world as divine expansion, are always content with
whatever they get and never speak of others' faults are all dear to me.
You are a lady full of these great qualities and are indeed dear to me.

Rama accepted her hospitality and all the sweet food she had lovingly
offered.

Note: In popular retellings, Shabari has the additional conversations below.

Most of what she describes are summarised accounts of details from other
chapters or characters such as sages and demons. In Valmiki’s original records,
she is finally content after feeding Rama and tells him she will now die
peacefully having met him, and quits her body.

SHABARI:
O Rama, I know who you really are!

You are Vishnu, the protector himself,

You appeared throughout the ages in various forms
You came as Matsya, amongst the fish,
as Kurma the tortoise, Varaha the boar,
the ferocious Man-Lion Narasimha, the dwarf Vamana,
the slayer Parasurama and countless other forms we know and do not
know throughout the worlds in this universe.

You now stand before me as a human king.

Rama simply smiled at her glorifications.

SHABARI:
My Lord, sometimes the berries in this forest are sweet, but some sour,
so I have selected only the sweet berries for you. This I have done by
tasting every berry to make sure I have only brought the sweetest
berries for you. My Lord, please accept these berries.

Shabari took a berry and tasted it in her mouth but immediately threw it
away as not being worthy enough. She then picked another, tasted its
sweetness again and then immediately reached out her frail delicate
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arms to Rama lovingly to feed him the same berry she had just tasted in
her mouth. All the while she kept chanting “Rama, Rama, Rama”
sweetly.

Rama was touched by her simple mind and deep love for him and went
to accept the berries, not seeming to care that she had tasted them first.
Lakshman, shocked and in disgust, tried to stop them.

LAKSHMAN:
Rama, what are you doing?! These berries are contaminated with her
saliva.

But Rama simply calmed him and ate the offered berries and smiled.

RAMA:
My dear brother, Laksman, I’ve never tasted berries as sweet as those
Shabari has given to Me. When one offers something to me in love, I
accept it with great joy.

Shabari then looked around as if suddenly alert by something.

SHABARI:
Dear Rama, where is your wife? Sita? I wanted to meet her too.
How are you alone? I sense from your face, there is some distress.

RAMA:
O, dear Shabari, this is the reason for which I have travelled this far.

Rama explained everything that happened to Shabari over some time as

they walked around the Pampa lake.

SHABARI:
Dear Rama, you will surely find Sita. Nearby is Kishkinda, the home of
Vanaras, a monkey-like race that have animal-like characteristics but
are more evolved and intelligent like humans.

You should look for the exiled monkey chief Sugriva. He is in a similar
condition to yours without his wife. He would be blessed to have your
friendship Rama, and he can arrange help for you too!

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Rama and Lakshmana thanked the warm hearted lady and prepared to
leave, Shabari again touched Rama’s feet for the final time.

SHABARI:
O, and amongst the vanara monkeys, find Hanuman.

When he was a mere child, he was a great prankster who was bursting
with energy. He seemed to possess powers none others had, some saw
him shapeshifting in various disguises, some saw him travel at
unimaginable speeds. They say even Indra himself struck Hanuman
with lightning out of the sky once after he became a threat to the sun
god.

Hanuman would often come and play pranks on sages. None, even his
own father could discipline him. Finally the sages came to a solution.
They cursed him to forget his powers, until he found his true master.
Since then, he has become calm and less mischievous.

RAMA:
Thank you dear Shabari, I will bear that in mind. We shall make our
way now. Thank you so much for your hospitality.

As Rama and Lakshman thanked the warm hearted lady and left,
Shabari peacefully smiled and lit a fire.

SHABARI:
Dear God of Fire, having finally met my beloved Rama, I am now ready
to quit my material body and join my master and the other sages.
Please accept me.

A flash of lightning ascended from Shabari’s house towards the skies.

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 35 - Kingdom of Monkeys
LOCATION: KISHKINDA

The two brothers crossed the Pampa lake, a place so lovely with
animals, and trees which made Rama miss Sita dearly.

RAMA:
Oh Lakshmana, how much would Sita have enjoyed this beautiful
scenery? The deep blue water, the fruit and flowers are blossoming.

Without Sita, life seems meaningless. That which pleased me when she
was present, now gives me pain. When the Cuckoo bird calls, I think of
Sita’s sweet voice. When the lotus flowers sway, I think of her eyes. The
breeze makes me think of her breath.

LAKSHMANA:
Don’t despair brother. Wherever Ravana is, he will get our wrath!
Sometimes too much love brings grief, and grief weakens effort. Our
efforts should be on finding Sita, and not letting grief brought by love
get a hold of us.

As they were speaking a mysterious young boy approached them.

YOUNG BOY:
O great heroes! Who are you? Your built bodies and weapons indicate
you are great royal warriors, yet you are dressed like great sages, and
your aura feels as if you were gods in disguise.

How have you wandered here on the hard ground on your tender feet,
through the scorching sun and stormy wind into these wild regions?

Rama felt quite pleased by the boy's presence and whispered to

Lakshmana.

RAMA:
See how pleasingly he behaves and how poetically he speaks. Even an
enemy would be charmed by his words.

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 YOUNG BOY:
Do you know of the Vanara King, Sugreeva? Who was exiled from his
kingdom by his brother Vali?

Rama and Lakshman exchanged glances as that's who they were

looking for. With a bit more trust, the young boy spoke more.

YOUNG BOY:
I was actually sent by Sugriva himself to offer his friendship to you. I
am his minister, in this human disguise.

RAMA:
Fortunate is the king who has such a messenger. The Sugriva whom we
are searching for, himself has sent this messenger to us.

Lakshmana built some affection towards the boy.

LAKSHMANA:
Young boy, We are the sons of Dasaratha, King of Ayodhya. We came to
live in the forests honouring our father’s vow made to our step mother
who had us banished in order to put her own son on the throne.

My brother’s wife was with us, dearer to him than life. In our absence,
she was abducted by a king called Ravana. We came to seek Sugriva's
help to find her.

I am Lakshmana, and my brother is Lord Rama.

Upon hearing about Rama, the young boy froze for a second speechless.
A thrill ran through his body and he then fell to Rama’s feet and
prostrated. His form changed into that of a gigantic monkey, Hanuman!

HANUMAN:
Rama? RAMA?! O How did I fail to recognise you?
I am Hanuman! Consider me your servant! You are my master!

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Hanuman bowed emotionally and excited at his feet with tears in his
eyes and Rama then lifted him and gave him a hug. Hanuman was
actually incarnate of Shiva, the dear friend of Vishnu who had followed
him to aid his avatar as Rama. This was the great moment, the two met
once again.

RAMA:
O Hanuman! You are indeed dear to me!

HANUMAN:
Come come, come with me immediately, I will introduce you to Sugriva.
He is also exiled and without his wife, we will be able to help you find
Sita.

Sugriva was anxious to know who you were, he thought you may have
been assassins sent by his brother to kill him. That’s why he sent me.

Hop on my shoulders and I will carry you across!

Hanuman carried them across the mountain and announced.

HANUMAN:
Dear Sugriva, with me is Rama and Lakshmana, they are the good sons
of Dasaratha. They were in the forest fulfilling their father’s word to
their step mother who exiled them. They were with Rama’s wife, who in
their absence was carried away by a tyrant called Ravana.

They came here seeking your help. We should be their friends.

Sugriva came out stretching forth his hand to Rama.

SUGRIVA:
You want the friendship of a Vanara, accept my hand. I trust what
Hanuman tells me.

Rama clasped his hand and embraced him.

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 SUGRIVA:
Let us swear our friendship before the fire as our witness.
Hanuman, light a fire.

Hanuman lit a fire and Rama and Sugriva circulated it.

SUGRIVA:
Let us share our joys and sorrows. Let our friendship be eternal.
From this day forth, we share each other's happiness and sorrow, my
friend.

It is my vow to help you recover your wife, Rama.

Though I do not know who Ravana is, I remember some time ago we
saw a weeping woman being carried through the air by someone who
looked like a Rakshasa. She saw us and threw down some jewellery. Let
me bring them forth. See if you recognise them, if they are Sita’s.

Rama became excited. Some vanaras brought forth the cloth and jewels.
Rama recognised the jewels. He then imagined her suffering and cried
tears from his eyes and pressed the jewels to his heart.

RAMA:
O darling beloved! O dear brother, these were hers, remember them?

LAKSHMANA:
Indeed, those anklets are Sita’s. But the rest of the jewels I do not know
as I have never really gazed above her feet.

Slowly, Rama spoke up with an enraged voice.

RAMA:
Ravana! The god of death, Yama's gates are wide open to receive you!

SUGRIVA:
Though I do not know where or who Ravana is, I promise you, wherever
Sita may be, we shall find her.

Rama wiped the tears off his eyes and embraced Sugriva.

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SUGRIVA:
Now let me tell you about my story.
My elder brother, Vali, was a mighty monkey who ruled Kishkinda. We
both got along well, but through no fault of my own, he saw me as his
enemy.

This is how it happened, once a Rakshasa named Mayavi came to the

gate of our kingdom of Kishkindha. He shouted “Vali I challenge you,
to a fight” Vali, never refused a fight and rushed forth followed by me.

We chased the cannibal and saw it disappear into a great cave where
Vali instructed me “wait at the entrance, do not let it escape,” and he
went in to fight it. I waited a long time only to hear shouts and groans
that sounded like my brother followed by gushes of blood.

I thought my poor brother had been killed in battle, and in order to

protect Kishkinda from the cannibal I blocked the entrance with a huge
rock.

I was later persuaded by the ministers to take the throne, which I did.
But Vali, still alive, returned months later. Seeing me on the throne, he
became enraged and shouted “Sugriva you filthy traitor, you purposely
tried to kill me in order to enjoy the throne, I would crush you to death
right now if you weren’t my brother.”

Even though I placed the crown at his feet, he could not think clearly
due to being clouded by anger. One who is clouded with anger cannot
see the truth.

He beat me severely and then called the monkeys of Kishkinda,

announcing “I fought and killed the demon Mayavi in a cave, when I
tried to leave, I found myself locked in by a giant boulder by Sugriva,
when I finally became free, I come here to find my brother has taken the
throne, I hereby banish this traitor.” Vali then even took my wife from
me, as his own.

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 Vali often continues to torment me, even though exiled, and this is the
only spot he does not come, as he was cursed by a sage with death if he
were to enter here.

O Rama, would you help me gain back my wife, Ruma? He took her,
made her his own.

RAMA:
Listen dear Sugriva, grieve no more. To a good friend, the distress and
troubles of a friend appears greater than his own.

It is my duty to help you, my dear friend. I will punish Vali with a single
arrow.

As Sugriva and Rama were talking thus, in the Asoka grove far away,
the left eyelids of Sita throbbed, indicating a good omen for women. At
the same time, the left eyelids of Ravana throbbed, indicating a bad
omen.

SUGRIVA:
My Lord Rama! Your words have banished sorrow from my heart. But I
have to tell you, Vali is really powerful, he is so strong he can toss a
heavy rock as if it were a ball and uproot a mighty forest tree like a
blade of grass.

Lakshmana understood that Sugriva needed a demonstration of Rama's

prowess to give him confidence.

LAKSHMANA:
Sugriva, would you like Rama to show you a demonstration of how he
can conquer Vali?

Rama bent his bow and aimed an arrow. Sugriva pointed out a tree.
Rama shot his arrow which not only pierced one tree but went through
it and shot through six other trees behind it. Sugriva was now confident.

SUGRIVA:
Amazing! with my own eyes I have seen the power of Rama, shooting 7
trees with just one shot of an arrow.

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Sugriva bowed to Rama, Rama embraced him.

RAMA:
Let us go now to Kishkinda immediately. You go forth and challenge
Vali. Me and Lakshmana will wait here outside the gate.

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The two brothers proceeded to Kishkindha with Sugriva ahead who
mustered up his courage and challenged Vali.

SUGRIVA:
Vali! Come out and fight me like a real Vanara! Else, return my wife
Ruma to me!

Vali heard the shout and in great rage and excitement came rushing out.

VALI:
So you have returned? you blade of grass!

Vali beat Sugriva with his fists and roared. The two brothers fought
fiercely but Rama was unable to tell the brothers apart as they looked
identical to each other.

Sugriva with his body battered and soaked in blood began to run away
being chased by Vali.

VALI:
Coward! Run for your life, this time I spare you!

Sugriva managed to get away and got back to Rama. He looked down
in disappointment and anger.

SUGRIVA:
If you did not want to kill Vali, why did you send me to get beaten

RAMA:
Do not be angry, Sugriva, you and Vali were so alike, once the fight
began, I could not tell you apart from him. What if I shot you instead of
Vali?

Go and challenge Vali again, but this time…

Rama looked around and turned to Lakshmana.

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 RAMA:
Lakshmana, fetch that vine and tie it around Sugriva's neck. This way I
will be able to tell each of them apart.

Sugriva mustered up his spirit as Lakshmana tied the garland around his
neck. Once again, Sugriva proceeded to the gates of Kishkindha, Rama
and Lakshmana watching as before.

Vali who was resting in the ladies’ apartments happily was startled to
hear his brother call once again.

SUGRIV:
Vali! I’m back! Finish me if you dare!

Vali was puzzled and with rage he sprung up stamping the earth. His
queen Tara pulled him by the arm affectionately.

TARA:
Dear Vali, I am afraid. Your brother was defeated and disgraced and
ran for dear life. Now he has returned confidently. He is not such a fool
as to challenge you again so soon unless he has now got a powerful
ally.

Our son Angada, said our forest scouts saw two princes with Sugriva,
they are Rama and Lakshmana from Ayodhya. I think it is time you
forget the past and forgive Sugriva.

Vali disliked this good advice. Anger clouded his intellect. Caught and
dragged by the noose of death, he could not see reason and only became
more fixed in his resolve.

VALI:
When a foe calls to battle is a warrior to hang back? Death would be
better than such cowardice.

As for Rama, I have no quarrel with him personally. He has no reason

to harm me.

Leaving Tara and the ladies behind, Vali rushed to Sugriva hissing like
an angry cobra.
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 VALI:
If you love your life, run away. Do not fall victim to this fist of mine!

Sugriva roared and the battle began again between the two mighty
monkeys. Rama now placed an arrow to his bow and in a flash it sped
through the air like lightning and pierced Vali deeply in the chest.

Vali fell with a crash, blood gushing out. He looked around in shock
and surprise and saw Rama and Lakshmana approaching him.

With tears of anger he raised his voice whilst dieing.

VALI:
Rama! You of all people did this deed?

I was engaged in battle with another and you shot me. What harm have
I ever done to you? Are you the noble Rama the world praises as
virtuous and the symbol of Dharma?

I challenge you to justify this shameful act. You killed me like a hunter
killing a wild beast.

RAMA:
Vali, you have forcefully taken your brother’s wife Ruma for your own
sexual lust and greed. For the act of rape, the punishment by law is
death!

A younger brother’s wife, a sister, a daughter-in-law and one’s own

daughter should all be seen alike, hence it is you who violated the code
of dharma.

I gave my word to my friend Sugriva to recover his wife for him. I

hereby fulfil my word.

Vali now understood his error.

VALI:
Rama, I admit, you are correct. I was overly proud and ignorant of my
own sins.

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Vali’s wife Tara rushed out of Kishkinda’s gates followed by Angada,
she began to cry seeing her husband. Sugriva was filled with remorse at
the thought that it was all for him that all this had happened.

TARA:
O my husband, leaving Angada an orphan and myself a widow, you are
now departing.

Vali turned to Rama and Sugriva once more.

VALI:
Please Rama, I beg that you give protection to my only son Angada.
Please excuse the harsh words I spoke to you earlier.

Sugriva, my son is a warrior equal to you, be a father to him and please

be kind to Tara who is blameless.

Here is my necklace, it once belonged to Indra, it has a secret power

which made anyone unable to face me in battle.

My life is over and so is my resentment. May you be happy!

He then turned to his son Angada.

VALI:
Angada, Sugriva is now your king. Be loyal to him and give him patient,
affectionate service.

Tara lay on the ground clinging to Vali and crying loudly as his life left
his body. Anger had betrayed Vali, brought him to sin. Indeed, lust,
greed and anger are the roots of suffering.

Sugriva became overwhelmed with emotion

SUGRIVA:
O how big a sinner am I? My brother beat me but never killed me. But
I brought him to his death. Even at his last breath he gave me the
kingdom and the necklace of Indra.

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Finally, the other wives of Vali and women came and raised Tara.
Sugriva and Angad prepared the cremation and everyone bid farewell to
the departed soul of the once heroic monkey king.

After some time, Hanuman, Rama and Sugriva spoke.

HANUMAN:
Rama, Rama, why don’t you accompany Sugriva to Kishkinda and
perform his coronation.

RAMA:
I am sorry dear Hanuman, due to my exile, I cannot enter any town.
However, I suggest you perform his coronation and install Angada as
his successor.

The rainy season is beginning and it is going to be difficult to search

Sita. I think you and the vanaras should stay in Kishkinda while me and
Lakshman wait in the mountain cave. We shall join up again in four
months.

Sugriva was heartily welcomed by the citizens of Kishkinda and was

reunited with his long separated wife Ruma.

Sugriva was crowned the new Monkey king and Vali’s son Angada his
successor.

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 38 - The Rain seasons
LOCATION: RAMA’S CAVE

For four months, the forest paths became flooded and impossible to
walk on. From the time he came to the mountain cave, it grew beautiful
flowers and nature around it but due to the separation of Sita, Rama
could not find any pleasure in the scenic beauty.

RAMA:
Lakshmana, Bees are humming, frogs are croaking, without Sita, I am
like an eroding riverbank.

How she walked cheerfully through the Dandaka forest, as if it were a

palace-park. She did not mind the stony ground and the thorns in the
path. What must be her suffering now?

Sleep would not visit Rama at night either, hearing his cries at night
whilst thinking of Sita. As the rain seasons passed, Sugriva had still not
shown up.

RAMA:
The world is full of life and joy, But Sita is in agony somewhere. I sit
still here, awaiting the favour of this ungrateful Vanara king who has
forgotten his promise.

Lakshmana, please go to Kishkindha and remind Sugriva that the four

months of the rainy season are over. Maybe to him, in pleasure, they
sped like minutes, but to myself, in pain, it has felt like several years. By
delaying he incurs my wrath and seeks his destruction!

Lakshmana became excited with rage, he picked up his bow and got
ready to depart.

LAKSHMANA:
If Sugriva does not execute your command immediately I will kill him
today!

As he was leaving Rama thought about Lakshmana's nature and feared

danger.

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 RAMA:
Actually, Lakshmana, when complaining to Sugriva, do not be harsh.
Whatever his faults, he is our friend.

LAKSHMANA:
Yes Brother

Though he agreed, Lakshmana found it hard to control his anger as he

made his way to Kishkindha.

LOCATION: KISHKINDA

In contrast to Rama’s four months in the cave, Kishkindha mourned

Vali for some time, and then celebrated Sugriva. Sugriva enjoyed his
position to its fullest and the royal palace of Kishkindha was full of joy
and drinking through the gloomy months of rain. Only Hanuman felt
anxious.

At last, the rains ceased and the sky was cleared of cloud and lightning.
The virtuous minister Hanuman, now approached Sugriva seeing that
he had become a slave to sense enjoyment.

HANUMAN:
Sugriva, you have regained the kingdom of your ancestors.
But you are yet to fulfil your promise to your allies which will increase
your fame, reputation and strengthen your power. For this reason, it
will be best to fulfil one's promise before the due date.

One should not wait to be reminded by one's friends of what had been
promised to them.

The rainy season is over. There is no ground for further delay. Rama
helped you promptly, we should fulfil our promise with equal
promptness.

Sugriva became alert.

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 SUGRIVA:
Thanks for reminding me Hanuman, let us put together a Vanara army
to search the world for Sita. Order therefore the most powerful Vanaras
to come and join at once. Those who fail will be summarily punished.

Sugriva then went back into private apartments.

Some time passed and the guards of Kishkinda became alert when they
saw the enraged Lakshmana approaching its gates like a maddened
elephant. The trees that stood in his way were knocked down. They got
into defence mode which made Lakshmana even more angry.
Some Vanaras ran to the inner apartments to Sugriva.

MONKEY GUARD:
King Sugriva, Lakshmana has arrived, furious with anger.

But the Vanara king was tipsy and surrounded by women and he took
no notice.

Lakshmana forced his way into the city. Angada took responsibility,
along with Hanuman he went to Sugriva and managed to sober him up.

SUGRIVA:
Why should my friends Rama and Lakshmana be angry with me? Some
enemy must have carried tales and set them up against me.

HANUMAN:
Do not be angry with me King Sugriva, but we have delayed in carrying
out our promise to Rama. We have forgotten Rama's grief.

It is late, but not too late. Let us seek forgiveness from Lakshmana.

Passing through beautiful streets, Lakshmana stood outside the king's

palace. Hearing the sounds of music, dance and ladies inside he could
not control his anger. He restrained from entering seeing the ladies

Standing in a corner, outside, he twanged his bowstring. The sound

thundered through Kishkindha and created fear. Sugriva became very
afraid understanding how angry Lakshmana was. As he was still tipsy
and terrified of how Lakshmana will treat him, he turned to Tara.

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 SUGRIVA:
Tara, please go and pacify Lakshmana. An honourable man like him
won’t let his anger slip before a lady.

Tara advanced towards Lakshmana.

TARA:
Lakshmana, please forgive Sugriva. As he was in poverty and
persecution for a long time, he got carried away in the sense enjoyment
he finally begot. He acted by common nature.
But I can assure you, he has never lost sight of his duty to you. He has
already issued orders for mobilising the Vanara warriors from all
quarters. Today or tomorrow they will all be here. Then the search for
Sita and the war against Ravana will begin.

Lakshmana, now no longer angry, entered the apartment. Sugriva,

descending from his seat, welcomed Lakshmana.

LAKSHMANA:
Forgive my faults, Only with Rama's friendship and help I am King
today. How can I ever forget what I owe to Rama? Do forgive the delay
of which I am guilty.

Lakshmana was pleased.

LAKSHMANA:
Then let us go and give Rama these words of comfort.

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 39 - The Search Begins
LOCATION: RAMA’S CAVE

As they approached Rama great numbers of Vanaras arrived and

assembled from distant forests, mountains and coasts. The dust they
raised darkened the sky and veiled the sun. Millions of monkeys and
bears in a variety of shapes and colours were there. They bowed their
head at Rama’s feet.

SUGRIVA:
Look Rama, at this Vanara army!
All these warriors of great strength are at your command.

Rama joyfully embraced Sugriva.

RAMA:
Sugriva, blessed am I to have a friend like you and a brother like
Lakshmana!

You are the Vanara King, you know best how to command your army,
but first we should find out whether my dear Sita is alive, and if so
where, and then where Ravana is.

Sugriva then turned to his enormous army.

SUGRIVA:
Mighty Vanaras!
I want you to divide into eight armies and go out in all directions to the
four quarters of the earth to thoroughly search for Sita.

Sita must be found. Within a month you must return with news of her

Sugriva took Hanuman aside.

SUGRIVA:
Hanuman, I trust in your abilities the most, hence I am relying on you
most for discovering Sita.

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Rama too trusted Hanuman the most, whatever obstacles turned up, he
felt that Hanuman would find a way of overcoming them. Rama took
off his signet ring.

RAMA:
Hanuman, I would like you to take this ring.
I am full of hope that you will be the one to discover Sita. This ring with
my name will tell her that you are my messenger.

Please comfort her and tell her of my heart, aching from separation of
her.

The monkey army swarmed out like ants from an anthill and spread in
the four directions. All were equally enthusiastic and equally eager to
catch and kill Ravana and redeem Sita. Each group was anxious to be
first to return with success. The hordes that went north, east and west
however, returned in a month unable to find Sita.

Hanuman, Angada and the bear Jambhavan travelled southwards,

carefully searching caves, forests and deserts, through hunger and thirst.
Often they would sit down in blank despair but keep. They finally
reached the southern seashore.

ANGADA:
The time set has nearly expired. If we return to Kishkindha without any
clue about Sita, the Sugriva will surely punish us with death. He hates
me. It was only because of Rama that he allowed me to be prince, not
because of love for me. To break a promise is nothing to him. Did he not
forget his solemn pledge to Rama. We better die here than go back to
him.

Many of his companions agreed with Angada. Another Vanara minister

spoke.

VANARA MINISTER:
Prince, why don’t we go and hide in that beautiful cave we saw along
the way, we will never be found and can live happily.

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 HANUMAN:
Angada, you are wise and of great character. To hide is a foolish plan,
the other monkeys will not be faithful and imagine if Lakshmana finds
out, he would destroy the entire cave. It is better for you to go back to
Kishkinda, Sugriva will forgive you.

ANGADA:
You overestimate Sugriva, anyone who wants to go, can go, I will fast
here to death.

Weeping, Angada lay down flat on the grass, giving up will to live.
Other monkeys joined him,

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 40 - The Hungry Vulture
From a neighbouring hill, a vulture spotted this crowd of Vanaras. It
was Sampati, the vulture King, who had lost his wings and had been
starving for a long time. He excitedly spoke to himself.

SAMPATI:
Seems like so many monkeys are going to die here together. I shall have
enough food for a long while without effort.

As Sampati moved closer he heard the Vanaras speaking, recapping the

past.

VANARAS:
Because of Kaikeyi, Dasaratha died. Because of Dasaratha, Rama had
to dwell in the forest. Ravana carried off Sita. The heroic Jatayu lost his
life in the attempt to save Sita.

Sampati became shocked by the mention of Jatayu, his brother. He cried

startling the Vanaras.

SAMPATI:
Oh Vanaras, is it really true, is my beloved Jatayu dead?
Was Jatayu killed by Ravana? Please help me down from here and tell
me what happened.

The Vanaras were slightly afraid of this vulture, but as most had
prepared to die already, they went to help Sampati down.

SAMPATI:
Jatayu is my own brother. When we were younger we competed with
each other for who could fly the highest. As we approached the sun, the
heat became intolerable and Jatayu nearly burnt up. I spread my wings
and protected my brother but my wings were burnt off. Since then I fell
here and have remained here.

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 ANGADA:
Sampati, your brother Jatayu was a great hero. The sons of King
Dasaratha of Ayodhya, Rama and Lakshman were living an exile in the
forest due to their step mother who wanted her own son on the throne.
They were accompanied by Rama’s wife Sita. While they were out,
Ravana kidnapped her. Jatayu fought him to save her but was killed by
Ravana.

We have come this far in search of Sita but we have no hope left.

Sampati wept as he heard this story.

SAMPATI:
I am old and weak, but my eyes are still far-seeing. I see towards the
southern island of Lanka, a lady sitting captive in a garden, fitting the
description of Sita. She is surrounded by Rakshasis.

The Vanaras were wild with joy. They jumped about.

VANARAS:
Sita has been found! There is no need for us to die.

Sampati's wings suddenly began to spring and grow on his sides with
beautiful feathers.

SAMPATI:
Oh, oh! my wings, they grow again!
The old sage was right! Once a sage had told me my wings would
regrow if I had aided in the love of the goddess of wealth. For many
years I doubted his words but his predictions came true.

Sampati flew up happily testing out his new wings.

SAMPATI:
Vanaras, continue towards Sita, I want to help you but my body is still
old, sadly there is no other way for me to serve.

Now the Vanaras had another problem, they went to the edge of the
water.

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 A VANARA:
How can we cross the sea, enter Lanka, see Sita and return? We cannot
return without seeing it is Sita for ourselves.

ANGADA:
Oh Vanara warriors! No matter how hard the task, one should never
lose courage. Courage is the key to success. We cannot return to
Kishkindha without seeing Sita. Therefore, tell me, one by one, the
longest jump you have the strength and courage to attempt.

GAJA:
I can jump ten yojanas

GAVAKSHA:
I can do twenty

JAMBHAVAN:
I am now old and infirm. I think I can manage ninety yojanas, but this is
not enough to cross the sea and reach Lanka. I can only regret my lost
youth, back then I could cross the earth twenty-one times.

ANGADA:
I can do a hundred yojanas and reach Lanka, I have no doubt. But I
wonder whether I shall have the strength for another jump of equal
length for the return journey

JAMBHAVAN:
O prince, Your prowess is as great as Vali's but it is not proper for the
crown prince himself to undertake this task.

Then Jambavan cast an eye at Hanuman, who had sat apart, listening to
the talk, but saying nothing.

JAMBHAVAN:
Hanuman, sitting there in silence is the one best fitted by strength and
skill to do this deed.

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 41 - Hanuman’s Glory
Jambhavan walked up to Hanuman, it was time Hanuman’s curse as a
child was lifted.

JAMBHAVAN:
O warrior, you sit here silently due to having forgotten your abilities. It
is time to remember! There are some secrets I must now share!

Victory to Lord Hanuman, the ocean of wisdom and virtue.

Victory to the son of Anjana

Your mother, was actually a celestial being,
She was born on Earth as a Vanara due to a curse.
The wind god Vayu fell in love with her beauty and impregnated her.
Anjana was angry but he pacified her saying you would be born
mightiest and most intelligent amongst the Vanaras.

Hence, you are the most supreme monkey, the ‘Son of the Wind’ with all
the powers of the wind.

When you were a little child, Hanuman, you thought the sun to be a
fruit and leapt several miles into the air to try to catch it. Indra hurled
his thunderbolt at you seeing your audacity as a threat. When you fell
lifeless, your father, the Wind-God became enraged and stopped the air,
and made creatures breathless.

The demi-gods begged Vayu for forgiveness and showered abilities on

you. No weapon can slay you. Death can only come to you at your will,
you are immortal.

No ghosts or evil spirits can come near one who simply says your name.
All diseases and all kinds of pain get eradicated when one recites your
name. Crossing the sea is no hard task to you.

You will be the destroyer of the grief of Sita and crush the pride of
Ravana. You were born for the very purpose of serving Lord Rama.

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As soon as Hanuman heard his purpose to serve Rama, his body grew
in size. Hanuman was determined to fulfil Rama's purpose and he raised
his voice confidently.

HANUMAN:
May your words come true. I have no doubt I shall return and bring you
good news. I will even uproot the entire city of Lanka if required.

I will jump from the peak of Mount Mahendra

Hanuman climbed up the Mahendra hill. He pressed the hill with his
feet with great force and stiffened his muscles. The hair of Hanuman's
body stood on end and he lashed his tail on the ground and he let out a
roar.

HANUMAN:
For Rama and Sita!

The monkeys were thrilled and cheered for him

MONKEYS:
For Rama and Sita!

With a roar of triumph Hanuman leapt into the sky like the speed of
Rama's arrow. With the momentum of his speed, many trees were
uprooted. Like friends following a parting guest, the trees accompanied
him through the air a short distance, dropping their leaves and flowers
along the way and eventually fell into the sea one by one.

The wind god aided his son’s flight through the air. The clouds and
ocean waves were pulled to him by suction and Hanuman looked like
the wind passing through clouds. His eyes glistened like mountain
forests on fire. The air roared as he sped fast. Beneath him his shadow
travelled like a ship on the sea.

Note: The ‘Hanuman Chalisa’ written by Goswami Tulsidas is a very popular

and celebrated song and in fact regarded as a powerful mantra which is similar
in flavour to the dialogue delivered by Jambhavan above. Some dramas can
play the Chalisa in this section since audience members can’t help singing
along to the lyrics.

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 42 - Hanuman’s Flight
After some time, a mighty mountain arose from the sea as Hanuman
was approaching and it echoed a voice.

MOUNTAIN:
Son of the wind god, I recognise you.
I am mount Mainaka, I am indebted to your father
In the ancient ages mountains had wings and could fly. One day Indra
decided to rid us of our wings and shot us with thunderbolts. Your
father, the wind god cast me into the ocean and spared me.

Hence, accept my hospitality as my service to your father

HANUMAN:
I cannot stop, my friend. I have no time to lose. I must reunite Rama
and Sita!

He stroked the mountain affectionately with his hand and carried on.

Later, a huge form rose out of the water, opening its mouth like a cave
and blocking Hanuman’s path.

SURSA:
Enter my mouth. I have been without food for a long time

HANUMAN:
Do not stop me! I must reunite Lord Rama and Sita! Let me locate Sita
and then tell Rama of where she is, after that I shall return here. Let me
pass.

SURSA:
No, the demigods gave me a boon, those who cross me must enter my
mouth.

Hanuman thought quickly and grew his body to a greater size.

HANUMAN:
You will have to make your mouth greater if you want me to enter it.

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But the monster opened its mouth even wider and wider as Hanuman
grew wider. When the mouth was enormously wide, Hanuman shrunk
to the size of a speck and darted into the monster's mouth and then
came out resuming his former normal shape and laughing.

HANUMAN:
There. I entered your mouth and fulfilled your boon

Sursa was impressed with him and she made way as he continued his
flight.

SURSA:
May you be successful! I was actually just sent by the demi-gods to test
you.

As Hanuman flew on he suddenly felt yet again a force dragging him

down. He looked around and saw below a demoness in the sea holding
him by his shadow. The demoness opened its mouth and dragged
Hanuman into it. Hanuman entered, but within seconds he expanded
himself and ripped the insides and came out. The demon died and sank
down in the water.

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 43 - Monkey Enters Lanka
On the shore of the island Hanuman could see the wealth and beauty of
Lanka. A high golden fortress enclosed by the ocean on all sides. He
thought to himself whilst noticing the host of guards.

HANUMAN:
I need to move undetected by the Rakshasas and find out where Sita is
kept. I will assume a minute form and enter the city at night.

He reduced his huge form to the size close to a cat and alighted on a
hilltop in Lanka.

He carefully studied the groves, buildings, defences with admiration

and concern. He thought of how to cross the ocean, attack Ravana, and
bring down the fortress. The messenger of Rama was filled with
wonder and anxiety about how to overcome the master of such wealth
and military power.

Hanuman climbed over the wall and jumped into the city, touching
down with his left foot first.

The city was beautiful, filled with music. Lovely women moved about
to the accompaniment of tinkling anklets. In houses, songs celebrating
the heroic exploits of Ravana were being sung.

Guards were everywhere in armour, holding bows, swords amd other

weapons. The warriors had varied complexions and sizes, Hanuman
understood that they had been recruited from many nations.

He examined mansion after mansion and saw women of exquisite

beauty, some of them in the company of husbands and others by
themselves. Innumerable beautiful women but not a Sita pining for
Rama. Hanuman's heart was growing disappointed and sad.

After passing through many mansions and gardens he found a great

palace transcending all the magnificent buildings around. Looking at
the elephants, horses and foot-soldiers in front, he concluded that this
was Ravana's own palace.

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He entered this palace and after passing through many mansions, he
entered the innermost private apartment of Ravana. The luxury
resembled a home of the gods.

Countless women lay sleeping in a spacious chamber, barely dressed.

Hanuman had to do his duty, he looked at each of them to see if any of
them could be Sita.

HANUMAN:
It is certain that Sita is not in this crowd. What a fool am I to search for
her in this company! This is no place for her.

Then he went elsewhere. In another chamber he saw many beds.

Covered with gold and diamonds, Ravana stretched on it. His form
made even Hanuman tremble for a moment. He looked at the women in
the beds around, some, who had fallen asleep while singing, were still
hugging their musical instruments.

His eyes finally fell on a figure of an extraordinary lady. Thinking this

to be Sita he first leapt with joy but then cursed himself.

HANUMAN:
How could I sinfully think this was Sita, so carelessly sleeping with a
stranger.

Hanuman was overwhelmed with shame and sorrow at his error.

HANUMAN:
What if Ravana really killed Sita because she would not accept him?
What use is there in continuing the search?

I have seen all of Lanka, every room, palace and corner, what do I do?
I would rather die here then return with the heartbreaking news of no
Sita.

If Rama loses all hopes of recovering Sita, what would happen to him?
He would surely die.

Just then his eyes lighted on what he had so far left unexplored, a park
attached to a shrine and surrounded by high walls.

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 HANUMAN:
Oh! there is a park I have not yet searched.
O Rama! I do hope Sita is there.

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 44 - Hanuman watches Ravana
After much searching, Hanuman, with a heart full of hope that he may
finally find her in this region of Lanka jumped onto a wall and then into
a cluster of trees which disturbed the birds that rested there and they
flew out with sweet noises. Hiding from the trees he saw below a
female figure seated on that platform.

She was blindingly beautiful and divinely pure. Her distress due to
separation from her husband Rama was clear, she had become thin from
starvation and pale from crying, yet she shone like the moon. Though
she wore no jewels, she shone as if all the gold of a queen were adorned
on her. Her soiled upper garment made her look like a lotus, the flower
which is known to remain beautiful although growing in mud.

There were only female cannibals all around her. Hanuman’s heart leapt
back across the ocean and sought Rama's feet.

HANUMAN:
This is the Sita, for whom Rama is in grief and suffering.

This is the divine Sita, for whom thousands of fierce cannibals and
demons were massacred by Rama.

This is the Sita for whom Vali was replaced with Sugriva.

It is to do her service that I crossed the sea

For this Sita, even if Rama destroyed the universe, I would support him!
She is worth it all and more!

The Rakshasis who guarded her were hideous, some with just one eye,
another only one ear, some without noses. Amongst them, the
pale-faced princess sat.

It had barely dawned, it was early hours. Hanuman could hear the
tinkling of several women’s anklets, he turned.

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An entourage entered the park, Ravana at the head accompanied by
scented torches and the royal umbrella, surrounded by maidens.
Hanuman made sure to stay well hidden.

As Ravana came towards Sita, Sita shrank and trembled.

RAVANA:
O beautiful Sita! Why do you shrink from me? Do you not see how
much I care for you? I am a beggar for your love.

There is no need to fear me. I shall never touch you till your heart turns
towards me. Do not be afraid.

O beautiful one! It is not right for you to reject beautiful jewels, and
clothes, to sleep on the ground and leave your hair like this.

Wherever on your body I set my eyes, there they remain fixed and
immovable. Why should one with so much beauty suffer so much
sorrow?

In my apartments are innumerable lovely women. You will be Queen

over all of them and receive their humble service. My wealth, my
kingdom, all shall be yours to enjoy.

After seeing you, I cannot find pleasure in any of my queens, even

Mandodari.

Why do you waste your thoughts on a man wandering in the forest?

How can you love one who has nothing? The Goddess of Wealth herself
has abandoned him. It is even doubtful whether he is alive today.

When Ravana had finished speaking, Sita plucked a little blade of grass
and laughed.

SITA:
Can a lotus flower grow in the light of a firefly? You have no idea of
Lord Rama’s arrows as you have never faced him in battle.

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You behaved like a brave warrior haven’t you? Are you not ashamed of
yourself? Abducting me when no one was around? You couldn’t face
Rama straight in battle.

Very soon Rama's arrows will seek you out and end your life. Know
that the moment Rama sets eyes on you, you are dead.

I have no use for the wealth and the pleasures that you promise. My
heart is forever Lord Rama’s. I, who held his hand, can never touch
another, never.

I will never be yours. I would rather die.

Turn your heart to your wives. Those who seek the wives of others are
doomed.

The arrows of Rama and Lakshmana will soon be here in Lanka and
your city will be in flames!

But Rama is generous and will surely forgive you if you seek his mercy.

Ravana controlled his anger.

RAVANA:
Foolish woman, you repay my loving words with insults. Because of my
love for you, I have refrained, else you would be dead by now.

Of the time I had allowed you, two months more remain. Either become
my wife and come to my bed or go to the kitchen and become my meal.
Don’t assume that I am exaggerating, Rakshasas enjoy human flesh.

SITA:
Do you have no friend to give you good advice? You cannot escape
Rama's punishment. You stole me in his absence, are you not ashamed?

Ravana's eyes became bloodshot in anger and he looked fiercely at Sita

and hissed like a snake.

RAVANA:
I will kill you this very day with my relentless sword!
Obey me or lose your head!

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Seeing his mounting anger and fearing violence, one of his young
concubines came to his side and embraced him.

CONCUBINE:
King! Don’t be angry, Come back to the palace and enjoy yourself with
us. Forget this pale Sita

She drew him away affectionately and Ravana went with her, warning
them.

RAVANA:
Rakshasis listen, Do whatever you can, make Sita submit to me by any
means! If she does not accept me in a month’s time, I will draw my
sword and behead her.

Ravana left with his concubines. Sita, who had been bold up till now,
trembled when she looked at these ugly creatures that began speaking to
her.

RAKSHASI:
How can you refuse him, O foolish girl? Who do you think Ravana is?

ANOTHER RAKSHASI:
Let not pride ruin you, Accept him and be happy. He who defeated
demigods in battle, invites you to be his wife

ANOTHER RAKSHASI:
Ravana promises to make you the chief queen. None in all the world
can equal Lord Ravana, why do you reject?

Even the boldest and most strong-minded, if kept in captivity for a long
period may lose heart. Sita clung to life only from faith in the love of
Rama.

ANOTHER RAKSHASI:
This place has every kind of pleasure. But you are forever thinking of
your worthless husband. Why are you still fond of this luckless wretch
driven out of his kingdom?

Sita, hearing these words, could only shed tears.

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 SITA:
You can tell me that Rama is poor, wretched, and homeless but I shall
never turn away from him.

RAKSHASI:
I have a great longing for human flesh. I can’t wait to eat her. Why don’t
we kill her now and report to Ravana that she killed herself.

Sita sobbed like a child, but even as she did her mind was clear and
thought only of Rama.

SITA:
O Rama, You are capable of destroying thousands of Rakshasas. Why
have you not yet come for me?

Could it be that you gave up your life, unable to bear my loss?

Or could it be that you lost your love for me?

No! Not my Rama.

Amongst the Rakshasis, one was wise and good hearted, her name was
Trijata. She cared for Sita and tried to reduce her suffering.

TRIJATA:
Rakshasis, stop, listen to me, I shall tell you of a horrific dream I had.
I dreamt that Lanka was on fire and Ravana was sitting naked on a
donkey. I sense this is some bad omen. We should be a bit more
respectful to Sita.

Hanuman, hidden above, was watching and listening to all that

happened in the grove, wondering what he should do next. As the
Rakshasis fell asleep he thought to himself.

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 HANUMAN:
I must speak with Sita and put joy and hope in her heart.

In what form should I appear before Sita? If suddenly a monkey came

and spoke to her she would think it is Ravana’s trick.

If I appeared suddenly before her, she might cry out in fear, awakening
the sleeping Rakshasis and preventing me from talking.

I must approach her in such a way that she can never doubt me.

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Sita whilst sitting, could suddenly hear a sweet and gentle voice singing
to her in a familiar way.

HANUMAN:
Raghu dynasty’s jewel is Sita’s Ram
Heroic King Dasaratha’s son is Sita’s Ram
One of Dasaratha’s four sons was Sita’s Ram
Darling of the citizens is Sita’s Ram

Queen Kaikeyi, step mother of Sita’s Ram

Wanted her son to be king, not Sita’s Ram
Using a boon she banished Sita’s Ram
Into the forest, Lakshmana and Sita followed Sita’s Ram

Evil Rakshasas were killed by Sita’s Ram

Protector of the sages and all is Sita’s Ram
But a mystical deer lured out Sita’s Ram
So Ravana could abduct Sita, angering Sita’s Ram

Searching heartbroken for her was Sita’s Ram

Made friends with the monkey king did Sita’s Ram
All the monkeys came together to aid Sita’s Ram
Sent me, Hanuman as his messenger did Sita’s Ram

Crossed the oceans did I for Sita’s Ram

Found her did I… She who delights Sita’s Ram

These sweet words, uttered by someone from somewhere, filled Sita

with wonder and delight.

She stood up and looked around to see who spoke but only saw a cute
little monkey seated on the branch above her. She thought she was
dreaming as the face could not fit the words she had heard.

She told herself as she was constantly thinking of Rama, it was quite
normal to dream about hearing someone glorify him. But then she
thought again, this was no dream, she looked up and saw the monkey
again.
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 SITA:
Are you really Rama’s messenger?

Hanuman joyfully yet carefully jumped to the ground and stood before
her, palms joined and head bent in salutation. He had kept the size of a
cute little monkey, no bigger than a cat in order to not frighten her.

HANUMAN:
O princess Sita! Rama, the noblest of men and the mightiest of warriors
has sent me to you with good news. He is anxious about your welfare.

SITA:
My dear Rama still remembers me? How is he?
Will my eyes ever be gladdened again by seeing him?

Choked in emotion, Sita began to cry.

HANUMAN:
Divine Mother, Rama is in a deep ocean of sorrow due to separation
from you, really, Rama loves you twice as much as you love him.

Sita was consoled but also pained by the thought that Rama had not
forgotten her, but was thinking of her, grieving and searching for her.

SITA:
Dear Vanara friend, I do not know whether to rejoice or grieve at the
news you have brought. Your words are like nectar mixed with poison.
My lord's love for me is the sweetest nectar, and his grief over my plight
is the bitterest poison.

Ravana carried me off by force in Rama’s absence. He has kept me a

prisoner here in this Asoka garden. He gave me twelve months as a time
limit to live and consider his marriage proposal.
Of that.. only two more months remain.

As the friendship between the two strangers grew, Hanuman took a step
closer. Sita then questioned herself once again whether this was real.
She stepped back.

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 SITA:
I have been deceived, You are no other than Ravana. Once you came
disguised as a sage and imposed on me. Now you have come again in
another disguise and speak sweet words. Why do you torture me, O
Ravana?

But Sita thought again, “This could not be Ravan, in his presence I only
feel trust and friendship”

SITA:
O Vanara! Are you indeed a messenger sent by Rama?
Or am I dreaming or in delusion.
Tell me more about him, let my ears hear and my heart rejoice.

Hanuman understood her doubts and fears. He could tell Sita was
between trust and fear, understandable for someone who had been
deceived in the way she had been all this time.

HANUMAN:
Divine Mother, Rama, the pleasant and praiseworthy prince is indeed
the one who sent me!

Let me deliver you Rama’s message, this is what he said:

“Sita, ever since I have been separated from you,

everything has become its’ reverse.
Fresh and tender leaves on trees look like tongues of fire,
the moon scorches like the sun,
lotuses look like spears.
Fragrant breezes sound like hissing serpents.
My agony is known to me alone, my soul is with you.”

Divine Mother, I also present you with his ring.

Hanuman handed Sita, Rama’s ring and she pressed it to her eyes with
joy. Now she had complete faith in Hanuman and infinite affection for
him. Sita's heart melted in loving sorrow, she forgot her own suffering
thinking of Rama's grief.

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 SITA:
Forgive my suspicion, my Vanara friend,
I am always being deceived by the Rakshasas

How foolish was my error! How could I suspect one like you?

HANUMAN:
Divine Mother!
Soon the shafts of Rama and Lakshmana will strike Lanka along with
the monkey army and destroy Ravana and all the cannibals.

The demons here are like moths while the arrows of Rama are like
flames.

SITA:
When will he come here? Dear Vanara friend, when will he destroy
Lanka and Ravana and the other Rakshasas? All this must take place
within the two months' time still left. Please explain this to Rama. Only
two months remain for me.

Sita went on speaking with tears in her eyes. Hanuman could not bear
the sight of her suffering.

HANUMAN:
Divine Mother! I shall go at once and bring back Rama.

But why should you suffer any longer? If you agree, sit on my back. I
shall carry you across the ocean back to Rama. Don’t doubt my ability
to do this.

Sita wondered how such a cute and tiny little monkey could hope to
carry her across the ocean. She also wondered how a whole army of
such monkeys could help fight Rakshasas.

SITA:
Hanuman, have you seen the size of the Rakshasas of Lanka? Are the
monkeys of your army like you? How would you be able to fight?
And how can someone so small hope to carry me across the ocean?

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As she spoke Hanuman began to demonstrate his powers, he jumped off
from the platform and began to grow big in size and stood before her
like a great mountain.

HANUMAN:
Divine Mother!
I would even uproot the entire city of Lanka from its foundations and
throw it along with Ravana at Rama's feet!

Sita was awestruck.

SITA:
O Hanuman! I now realise.

She thought some more.

SITA:
I am grateful for your offer of carrying me back but I think it is still not
practical.

On your way the Rakshasas will intercept and challenge you. They will
hurl their weapons at you. Your care will be to guard me. You will not
be able to fight back, what if you fall?

Hanuman stood before her dedicated, confident and selfless as ever. He

would clearly take any pain for her and Rama to be reunited. Sita
provided him further reasons for why this was not a good idea.

SITA:
I also won’t be able to maintain my position on your back, I may slip
and fall into the sea.

And furthermore I do not wish to be taken out of Lanka the same way I
was brought in, stolen away in the arms of another man.
This will bring further dishonour to Rama.

I think it is best if Lord Rama comes here himself and sends Ravana to
Yama’s abode, the honour of redeeming me from Ravana should be his.
Rama wouldn’t steal me away the same way Ravana did.

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 HANUMAN:
You are right, I shall return alone.
But what shall I tell Rama? What sign shall I carry of having met you
and talked with you?

Hearing these words, all her happy life with Rama came like a flood to
her memory and her eyes were filled with tears. If she told Hanuman
and Hanuman told Rama some intimate happenings known only to
herself and her lord, it would be proof of Hanuman having seen her.

SITA:
Hanuman, I will tell you some intimate moments only known to me and
Rama.

Once in Chitrakuta, Rama had laid his head upon my lap and fell
asleep, a crow came down and hungrily pecked at me, I drove it off, but
again and again it returned and troubled me. I then flung a pebble at it.
But even that had no effect. Rama was roused from slumber and saw me
thus troubled and weeping in pain.

At first he laughed at my situation but then he saw the bruise the crow
had made and the crow’s claws dripping with blood. Rama chased the
bird angrily and it flew for its life.

Tell him of this incident.

O Hanuman, I cannot wait for many more days. Tell him to come
quickly and save me.

Again she was in tears as she shared this pastime. As she went on
recalling happy memories of the past the weight of her present sorrow
overwhelmed her and she wept.

SITA:
Hanuman, here is also a jewel. It is from Dasaratha. Rama will know it
is mine.

So saying she took out a jewel and handed it to Hanuman who received
it with humble reverence. When Hanuman had the jewel in his hand,

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joy filled his mind. His mind went to Rama to mentally convey the glad
message of his discovery. Only his body now stayed in Lanka.

Hanuman prepared to leave.

HANUMAN:
Lay aside your sorrow, dear princess. Rama, Lakshmana and the
Vanara army will descend on Lanka, destroy the Rakshasas and redeem
you. Have no doubt.

SITA:
Hanuman, Your visit has given me such great consolation and made me
forget my grief for a while. When you leave, I shall sink again in my sea
of sorrow. You came here crossing the great ocean. How will Rama and
the big army cross it? Have you thought of that?

HANUMAN:
Have no doubt, queen!
There are Vanaras in our army greater than me!
Do you think they would send the best among them as a mere
messenger?

Soon you will see Rama and Lakshmana here with bow in hand,
standing on my shoulder raining down arrows.

As Hanuman was walking out he began to think to himself

HANUMAN:
I must do something to put courage into Sita and some fear into Ravana
and his army.

It would be good to leave them a souvenir of my visit, some indication

of what the future has in store for them.

Fear is the only argument they understand. I should therefore do

something terrible to frighten them, and warn them, not to ill-treat Sita.

He then turned to Sita once more.

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 HANUMAN:
Divine Mother, I must tell you, I am feeling frightfully hungry, do you
mind if I stop briefly and help myself to some fruits in this garden first?

SITA:
Enjoy as you wish! Just be careful, the grove is guarded by mighty
demons.

HANUMAN:
I’m not afraid of them at all, I just wanted your approval, divine mother.

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Taking leave of Sita, Hanuman leapt into the grove and helped himself
to some fruit first and then began to break down the trees. Trees fell
cracking to the ground and ornaments were disfigured and destroyed.
The beautiful Asoka Park became a mass of ruin from which the deer
and the birds fled in fear.

The slumbering Rakshasis woke up and saw the menacing monkey

sitting on the top of the wall of the garden waiting for their retaliation.

Some Rakshasis approached Sita:

RAKSHASI:
Who is this creature? Was it talking to you?!

SITA:
Why are you asking me? I thought he was a Rakshasa like you. I am
terrified by his very appearance.

The Rakshasis fled from the park to report to Ravana.

Location: Ravana’s palace

RAKSHASI:
O king! A huge monkey terrible to look at has wrecked the royal
garden. The beautiful grove is completely devastated except for the tree
under which Sita is seated. It seems to have secretly talked with Sita.

ANOTHER RAKSHASI:
We suspect that this is not an ordinary wild animal. It must have been
sent by some enemy of yours, either Indra or Kubera. Or could it have
anything to do with Rama? Do send your warriors to capture this
terrible beast.

Ravana was furious on hearing that his favourite park had been
destroyed. His eyes glowed like twin torches. He turned to the
bodyguards standing beside him.

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 RAVANA:
Go and catch this Monkey!

A strong force headed out armed with maces and spears and other
weapons, and saw a mighty monkey.

HANUMAN:
Oh! Hello!

He jumped down striking the ground with his tail and roared till all
corners shook. He snatched the huge iron bar from the gate and, armed
with this weapon, began to attack them all. He sprang and leaped in all
directions and, whirling the iron rod, struck the Rakshasas down, one
by one. After finishing them thus, he resumed his seat on the top of the
entrance and roared once again.

HANUMAN:
I am the servant of Sita’s Rama!
Hanuman is my name!
O fools who dare torment Sita,
I shall send you to Yama today!

All Lanka heard his thunderous roar. Ravana hearing of his dead
warriors opened wide his fierce eyes in amazement.

RAVANA:
What?! All the warriors I sent died?
Jambumali, come forth! Go at once and punish this monkey o matchless
warrior!

Jambumali took some time to put on armour and to take up weapons

and get ready to meet his foe. Meanwhile, Hanuman was not sitting
still. He climbed on top of buildings and repeatedly roared thundering
through Lanka.
HANUMAN:
I am Hanuman, Hear me roar!
Servant of Sita and Rama.
Here to send you to Yama’s door!

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The sentries took up various weapons and attacked him. Hanuman
jumped down and plucked up a big pillar. Whirling his massive weapon
easily as though it was a wand, Hanuman struck down and slew the
sentries. The building from which the pillar had been removed,
collapsed.

HANUMAN:
Lanka is nearing its end. Destruction awaits the Rakshasas.
Ravana prepare to meet Yama.

I am the servant of Sita’s Rama!

Hanuman is my name!
O fools who dare torment Sita,
I shall send you to Yama today!

Jambumali arrived at last in a chariot rattling like thunder. Hanuman set

eyes on the chariot dragged by enormous mules and he got ready.
Seated in his chariot, Jambumali bent his bow and aimed a few arrows
at Hanuman which wounded and enraged Hanuman.

Hanuman once again picked up a huge iron rod and whirled it around
and around with great force and crushed the chariot and the huge body
of Jambumali into a shapeless mass with splinters, no body part could
be distinguished.

Back at Ravana’s palace, the King was furious and in wonder.

RAVANA:
This brute is no animal and certainly not a mere monkey. Take armies
and capture it, bring it before me!

A great army set out in an array of chariots. In full force they attacked
Hanuman, who was as before casually sitting on top of the entrance and
laughed out loud as they approached.

HANUMAN:
O Sita O Rama!

Arrows and spears flew at him, even hit him but it only added to his
beauty. He came back with rocks and trees he uprooted and threw it in

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all directions crushing and slaying rakshasas. As many fell, Hanuman
roared in triumph once again making Lanka tremble.

HANUMAN:
I am Hanuman, Hear me roar!
Servant of Sita and Rama.
Here to send you to Yama’s door!

He resumed his seat on top of the garden gate. Hearing of the defeat of
the force sent to capture Hanuman and the slaughter of five of his best
commanders, fear for the first time entered Ravana's heart.

RAVANA:
Akshaya! My heroic Son! Where are you?

Go and catch this monkey!

Akshaya, eager for battle, set out in his shining chariot at his father’s
command, confident of victory.

When he saw Hanuman, seated on the stone above the gateway, he was
dazzled by the majestic look of this warrior who was worth his battle.

The young warrior struck Hanuman with three sharp arrows. Fierce
battle grew between the two. Hanuman dodged several other arrows
that came his way and admired Akshaya skills.

Hanuman was sorry but at last he had to harden his heart and kill this
relentless youth. He rushed against Akshaya's chariot and broke it to
pieces. Akshaya picked up his sword and ran at him.

Hanuman swooped up Akshaya by the legs and span him around and
around and plunged him into the ground crushing his bones into one big
mass which died vomiting blood.

Ravana shook with rage hearing about the death of his son. After
controlling himself he called upon his more powerful son Indrajit,
formerly called Meghanada, but after conquering Indra was referred to
by his title.

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 RAVANA:
Indrajit! My son! Master of all weapons! Conquerer of Indra himself!
There is no one in this world who can oppose you!

Your dear brother Akshaya along with Jambumali and many warriors
have all been slain by an enemy who has come in the form of a monkey.
It seems this monkey cannot be beaten by weapons or wrestling.

Use your skills!

Avenge them!

Indrajit now approached Hanuman fiercely on his chariot. As Hanuman

saw the chariot coming towards him, he was filled with joy and gnashed
his teeth. The battle raged with increasing fury and filled all beholders
with amazement. In skill and strength the two warriors were perfect
equals. No matter how often he was wounded, Hanuman's strength
showed no signs of lessening.

He uprooted a tree and smashed Indrajit’s chariot leaving the crown

prince of Lanka on foot.

HANUMAN:
I am the servant of Sita’s Rama!
Hanuman is my name!
O fools who dare torment Sita,
I shall send you to Yama today!

INDRAJIT:
Monkey! If my regular arrows do not do the job, here, taste the
Brahmastra.

Indrajit shot his celestial weapon, the Brahmastra. At its touch the
monkey warrior was bound.

Hanuman laughed to himself, the powers he had gained as a child made

him immortal and even the Brahmastra would only be effective on him
for four-fifths of an hour. He lay down on the ground playing helpless.

The Rakshasas who till then stood at a distance in fear, then surrounded
him and laughed with joy and mocked him.

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 RAKSHASAS:
Stupid monkey, We shall cut you to pieces!
Let us first drag you to our Ravana.

A few among them were still in fear.

RAKSHASA:
This monkey is only pretending. He may get up suddenly and attack us.
Lets bind him in rope.

When Indrajit celebrated his victory and turned away the other
Rakshasas brought ropes and bound Hanuman hard. Indrajit finally
noticed and became frustrated, thinking “Stupid Rakshasas! You have
undone all my hard work, the Brahmastra withdraws its effects if
physical bonds are added. Hanuman is now only held by ropes that he
can burst free from at any moment, and I cannot use the Brahmastra on
him a second time”

Hanuman knew this, but he welcomed the opportunity to meet and talk
to Ravana, hence he pretended to be a helpless monkey and bore all the
insults and cruelties from the rakshasas who dragged him through the
streets. Locals came out to look at him and jeer.

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 47 - Monkey of Fury
LOCATION: RAVANA’S COURT

Hanuman was dragged before the King of Lanka. Forgetting the pain
and insults he had borne, Hanuman gazed with wrathful curiosity at the
giant monarch which then became pity.

He thought to himself, “Such a great personality, If only he had not

swerved from the path of dharma, he would be as great as Indra.”

RAVANA:
Ministers, find out who he is, where he came from, who has sent him
and why he entered Lanka.

Does he not know of Ravana? King of Lanka!

PRAHASTA:
Do not be afraid, monkey! If you speak the truth, you will escape
punishment. Did Indra send you here? Or are you Kubera's servant?
Whose orders are you carrying out?

Hanuman faced Ravana and addressed him directly, loud and clear.

HANUMAN:
Neither Indra, nor Kubera has sent me here.
I am a Vanara, here as the messenger of Rama, of Ayodhya.
The one who killed mighty warriors like Khara, Dushana and Vali

Whilst he was fulfilling his father’s word in the forests of Dandaka his
wife had been missing.

Several monkeys under the rule of Sugriva of Lanka went in her search.
Amongst them, I came to find the princess here in Lanka.

Hence, I wanted to get a good look at the Rakshasa king who did this
cowardly act of carrying her away.

That was why I wrecked the Asoka garden. So I could be brought to

you. I never wanted to harm anyone but your men tried to kill me so I
attacked in self-defence.
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 I purposefully allowed myself to be captured by your men, this
Brahmastra is useless against me.

Now, I advise you to restore Sita to Rama and seek his forgiveness. He
is an ocean of compassion.

Know that she is your death in the form of a lady. Do not make Rama
your enemy, no one can escape his arrows!
Please turn to the path of righteousness.

Whilst listening, Ravana’s eyes only grew red with anger and raised his
voice half laughing.

RAVANA:
This monkey thinks he comes here to teach the mighty Ravana?!

Kill this creature immediately!

Rakshasas moved forth but just then Vibishana, brother of Ravana

called out.

VIBISHANA:
Stop, brother! It is improper and against the law of kings to kill a mere
messenger.

RAVANA:
Vibishana, what is wrong with killing someone who has killed so many
of my own?

VIBISHANA:
The laws only permit a messenger to be mutilated, whipped or branded,
but not killed.

Let us seek ways of punishing those that sent him here. If we send him
back alive, we have a better chance of them coming here and being
punished in our hands.

Ravana thought for some time.

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 RAVANA:
Very well!
Monkeys are proud of their tails are they not?
Hence, flog him soundly, bind rags to his tail, set it on fire and drag him
through the streets of Lanka so the people can laugh at him.

After that kick him out so he can go suffer the humiliation of a burnt
tale in front of other monkeys!

Hanuman only smiled to himself on hearing these words as Ravana was

now arranging for the destruction of Lanka, all at his own expense.

The servants of Ravana dragged Hanuman out. Hanuman’s bounds

were easy for him to break but he followed them pretending to be
helpless. As the servants began to wrap his tail in rags in order to burn,
he began to grow his tail. The rakshasas brought more and more old
rags and wrapped them round.

Hanuman was dragged through the streets where people remarked and
jeered at him.

CROWDS:
Here goes the thief that entered our city!

The rakshasas then publicly set his tail on fire as crowds laughed and
jeered.

LOCATION: ASHOKA GROVE

In the Asoka gardens the Rakshasis came to Sita laughing.

RAKSHASIS:
Sita! That monkey with whom you had a secret meeting. Do you know
what has happened to him? They have set his tail on fire and are
dragging him through the streets.

Sita was heartbroken to hear of her dear new friend who had just
delivered her from sorrow being tormented in this way. She closed her
eyes.

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 SITA:
God of fire, I call upon thee
Please be cool to Hanuman. Do not hurt him.

LOCATION: STREETS OF LANKA

The Rakshasas, to amuse their women and children, dragged him

through all the streets. Hanuman endured the blows and the insults
heaped upon him, quietly observing the secrets of the fortified city for
future use. He thought to himself.

HANUMAN:
What is this miracle?
I see the fire burns on my tail but I do not feel it at all,
It feels as cool as ice.
Does nature bend in the service of Rama and Sita’s love?

He eventually decided it was time, and simply shook off the ropes that
had bound him, bringing dismay to those watching. He then jumped
assuming a larger form with his blazing tail to the top of a tall building.
He pulled out a pillar there and whirled it round, striking terror in all
beholders.

Then he sprang from mansion to mansion, setting fire to them. In a little

while a strong breeze began to blow, spreading the terrifying flames
throughout the whole city as if the wind god was cheering for
Hanuman.

HANUMAN:
I am Hanuman, Hear me roar!
Servant of Sita and Rama.
Here to send you to Yama’s door!

The Rakshasa families shouted in terror and ran hither and thither.
Upper stories of palaces crumbled and crashed to the ground, the
intense heat melted the gold and silver which now flowed out into the
streets like lava.

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 CITIZEN:
This monkey is no other than Yama

CITIZEN:
No, he must be the fire god himself.

Hanuman sat on the summit of the Trikuta hill and watched with
satisfaction the burning city. Then he went to the sea and, plunging in,
put out the fire in his tail before coming back to the shore.

LOCATION: ASHOKA GROVE

Sita watched the violent flames of Lanka around her, everywhere but
the Asoka gardens burning. She saw Hanuman approach her amongst
the flames.

HANUMAN:
Divine mother! Be assured, Rama will be here soon
along with Lakshmana and an army of monkeys.
Ravana will perish and you will return happily to Ayodhya.
I am leaving now

SITA:
Please, do remind Rama of my love for him,
and please come back quickly.

Hanuman then went to the shore of the sea, climbed Arishta hill and
leapt into the air back towards the other side like an arrow.

Note: When Hanuman and Sita meet, in Valmiki’s writing we actually hear the
entire story up to that point told by both characters from their own angles which
is also sweet. However we have summarised this for the drama script.

Note: The famous Javanese song heard in Indonesia ‘Anoman Obong’, is

actually about this chapter and literally means ‘Hanuman burns’, This chapter,
also known as the ‘Sunder kand’ or “beautiful chapter” (starting from Hanuman
stepping into Lanka through to his comforting dialogue with Sita, threat to
Ravana and burning of Lanka) is given special importance during recitals or
dramas. Sometimes this chapter alone is told as a religious service.

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Note: In Tulsidas’ recording of this epic, Hanuman actually drops the ring of
Rama on Sita’s lap from above first before trying to approach her and she sees
the engravings on the ring and becomes overwhelmed thinking of how she
suddenly received Rama’s ring. The jewel given by Sita also happens later
during their second meeting and is actually her hairpiece.

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 48 - Hanuman’s Return
LOCATION: BEACH

The Vanaras on the beach had been waiting with wet eyes and suddenly
saw Hanuman flying towards them like a great eagle across the sky and
began to cheer with joy.

VANARAS:
He has returned, He has returned.

JAMBHAVAN:
It is certain he was successful!

They climbed up trees and hills and stood watching with joy, Hanuman
rejoiced to see his friends waiting for him.

JAMBHAVAN:
Hanuman! Tell us, did you find her? how is she now? What did you find
out about Ravana?

Hanuman, with tears in his eyes, spoke of Sita and her suffering.

HANUMAN:
I shall tell you in full detail everything that happened. Sita appears as a
goddess, yet she suffers there. I wonder how the Rakshasa could seize
and carry her away and yet escape being burnt to ashes by the
brightness of her purity.

ANGADA:
We should not return to Rama empty-handed after all these days. Let us
go to Lanka, destroy Ravana and the Rakshasa army and return to
Kishkindha with Sita

JAMBHAVAN:
No, it is not right, dear prince, We should report everything to Rama
and Lakshmana and then do what they desire.

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LOCATION: KISHKINDA

The monkeys returned to Kishkinda and many of them made a mess of

the royal parks in celebration of Hanuman’s victory. Dadhimukha, the
gatekeeper of the royal park reported to Sugriva.

DADHIMUKHA:
Sugriva! The Vanaras that went south have returned and are now
behaving outrageously in your royal gardens. They drank up and ruined
all the honeycombs and plucked and ate fruit as they liked and are now
lying senseless. The trees and plants are all in ruins.

They even tried to attack me. The king should punish them.

Sugriva understood at once and turned to Lakshman.

SUGRIVA:
Lakshmana, it is clear, they are celebrating because Hanuman,
Jambavan and Angada must have found Sita!

This was nectar to Rama’s ears. Hanuman and Angada, followed by

several vanaras finally reached their King Sugriva, Rama and
Lakshman.

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 48A - Rama hears of Sita
The monkeys excitedly repeated whatever they had heard from
Hanuman about Sita to Rama as he listened eagerly.

MONKEYS
Sita is found! Sita is found!

RAMA:
Tell me please, How is she? How did you manage to see her? Tell me
everything in detail.

The monkeys then fell silent and pushed Hanuman forward for the
authoritative reply. Hanuman bowed.

HANUMAN:
Seen have I the Goddess of purity, your queen. She is safe and well in
Lanka.

Crossing the hundred yojanas of water, I reached the city of the wicked
Ravana on the southern shore.

There, in a park attached to the palace, I saw Sita held prisoner and
closely guarded by ferocious rakshasis. She maintained life only in the
thought of you Rama, and by constantly repeating your name.

She lies on the floor there and Ravana comes to torment her, asking her
to consent to him.

I began uttering praises of your glory in a low voice. Unknown to her,

and a mere monkey, I had to secure her confidence first. Then I told her
of your great grief and unchanging love and our search parties. This
filled her with sweet sorrow and made her desire to live.

As proof of having met her, she gave me this token jewel to be given to
you.

Hanuman handed Rama the crest-jewel from Sita. Rama received the
jewel and pressed it to his chest and cried.

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 RAMA:
This jewel was presented to Sita by her father at the time of our
marriage.

HANUMAN:
She also told me two stories only known to you and her, the crow that
had troubled her while you were asleep.

She begged me to tell you that Ravana has only given her one more
month to live. Each single moment Rama, passes like an age for her.

Now, let us make preparations at once for proceeding to Lanka!

Rama became very emotional listening to Hanuman

RAMA:
Dear, heroic Hanuman, what you have done, none else in the world
could even dream of attempting.

Blessed are you! You have really brought Sita to me.

I am just really saddened to think that I have nothing in my power to

reward you for the supreme joy you have brought.

O Hanuman, accept this embrace from all of my heart as gratitude for

your great service to me.

Lord Rama, while his whole body being thrilled with grateful love, took
Hanuman into his arms and clasped him to his breast.

RAMA:
Heroic Hanuman! Tell me everything again in full. Tell me once again
what Sita said. Let me hear her words which are sweet like water to
parched lips.

HANUMAN:
O Rama ofcourse I shall, she told me also several times to remind you
of her love and that you should come personally to rescue her.

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I did suggest to carry her back, but of course that would be impractical
and she did not want to be taken out of Lanka the same way she was
brought in, in the hands of another man.

Hanuman narrated the whole story to the eager listeners, Rama wept
whilst Hanuman repeated the words spoken by Sita and hearing of her
anguish.

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 49 - Monkey Armies march South
Hanuman described in full the details of Lanka, the town, the defences
and the type of rakshasas.

Rama turned to Sugriva.

RAMA:
Sugriva, by consoling Sita, Hanuman saved her life. Bringing back
good news of her, he has saved my life also.

But now, how are we going to cross the sea? How can our huge army
reach the other shore?

SUGRIVA:
Worry not Lord Rama. The vanara warriors will find a way.

As they marched south, Rama, Sugriva and Lakshmana went

conversing with one another. With speed the army crossed mountains
and forests. The Vanaras sometimes carried Rama and Lakshmana on
their shoulders so that the march might be speedy. Every moment the
enthusiasm of the Vanaras increased. They jumped and roared and
sported. Rama could hear them chanting with enthusiasm.

VANARAS:
We shall kill Ravana! Reunite Rama and Sita!
We shall kill Ravana! Reunite Rama and Sita!

Rama gave strict orders that the army should inflict no hardship on the
towns and villages on the way. The noise of the marching army was like
the roar of the sea. The dust they raised covered the sky.

When they came to the Mahendra Mountain, Rama climbed the peak
and surveyed the sea.

RAMA:
Sugriva, tell the Vanaras to camp in the forest by the seashore.
We still have no solution of how this army will cross the sea.

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Sugriva went on to instruct the Vanaras. Rama was left with
Lakshmana.

RAMA:
O Lakshmana, If a person loses a dear thing, people say that time will
enable him to forget about it and he will cease to grieve. But
Lakshmana, this is not what I find.

Rama broke down with grief again.

RAMA:
When Ravana seized Sita and carried her off, she must have cried aloud
for us, but neither of us came, we failed to go to her help. Every time I
think of the suffering she then must have gone through, my grief swells
up afresh. My whole body burns with pain.

The Princess from Janaka, the bride who entered the home of great
Dasaratha, now lies on the bare ground, a prisoner surrounded by
Rakshasis!

LAKSHMANA:
Rama! Cease from sorrow. Soon we shall destroy Ravana and rescue
Sita and take her home to Ayodhya. She will enter the city like a
goddess.

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 50 - Ravana’s Messenger
A bird flew towards Sugriva and perched itself in secret.

SUKA:
Sugriva, The king of Lanka has sent me, to greet you and give you this
message.
You are a king, as is Ravana, why do you join this powerless prince
against an all powerful king?
Why does Rama’s wife and Lord Ravana concern you?
You are advised to return to Kishkindha with your army.

Sugriva's response was scornful.

SUGRIVA:
Go and tell your king, O Ravana, you are like the stool of your dynasty,
wishing to enjoy the wife of another. Being an enemy of my friend
Rama, you are my enemy too. We are out to rid the world of you.

Just then some monkeys jumped and grabbed the bird Suka to the
ground, beating him and tearing at his wings. Suka screamed in pain.

SUKA:
Don’t kill the messenger! Rama Rama!

Rama, seeing this, came over and intervened. Suka then flew off.

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 51 - The Bridge of Love
Rama stood staring at the sea for some time. There was no real way to
cross. He began to glow with anger and with wrath he took out arrows,
fixed them to his bow and fired it as an outlet of anger into the sea that
heartlessly stood in the way of his Sita.

The emotion fueled arrows, like powerful missiles disturbed the sea to
its depths and it looked as though Rama would dry up the waters into a
desert bereft of all life.

The sea-god Varuna could no longer stand it. Taking the shape of a
human-like form the waters rose and bowed with folded hands to Rama.

VARUNA:
O Rama! I am subject to the laws of nature like the earth, the air, space,
light. How can I depart from my nature?

But I can help you in the following way, ask the Vanaras to bring
boulders and trees and build a pathway. I shall help you by receiving
and keeping them in place.

Rama, graciously accepted the sea god's apology and offer of help as it
returned.

With great enthusiasm, thousands of Vanaras headed by the expert

builders Nala and Nila went to the mountains and forests and, plucking
rocks and trees, dragged them to the shore. The bigger Vanaras brought
big boulders and threw them into the sea. As they fell down, the water
splashed up sky-high.

Note: The below details of the bridge building episode are not recorded in
Valmiki or Tulsidas’s writing but are believed to be true from storytelling over
time and other authoritative texts.

The Vanaras scratched Rama’s name on the rocks and trees and found
that as promised they floated on the ocean. They were driven by the
love of Rama and Sita and were not prepared to rest until they were
reunited, they constantly chanted like great warriors.

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 VANARAS:
Victory to Sita’s Rama!
Victory to Sita’s Rama!
Rama Rama, Jaya Raja Rama!
Rama Rama, Jaya Sita Rama!

The chanting and marching could be heard from miles away and even
the natural elements and creatures around them felt the urge to want to
serve Sita and Rama, bringing this couple together again.

The army majestically increased in size, not just with Vanaras but other
creatures too. One such soul was a sweet little squirrel that ran between
the legs of the Vanaras and carried little pebbles in the hopes of helping
Rama and Sita. But due to its size, the Vanaras lightly stomped on it
while going about their business. Rama, seeing this poor squirrel,
picked it up himself and stroked it.

Within five days, the constructed bridge shone across the sea like the
milky way in the sky.

Note: The inscription of the name “Rama” on the rocks has several beautiful
stories associated with it which you can find in other texts.

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 51A - Greatest Love Symbol of all Time

NASA satellite photo:

India on top, Sri Lanka at the bottom, Rama Setu Bridge in between

Across the world there are many places that have become hailed as symbols of
love. One such place is the Taj Mahal in India which is one of the most
popularly visited tourist attractions.

However, if you ask many Indian natives about the biggest mark of love in the
world, they would point lovingly south to “Rama Setu”, the bridge of Rama.

After India’s colonisation and Mughal rule, this bridge has been claimed as
‘Adam’s bridge’, on most world maps. But the story associated with this has
been debated and seen as an attempt by foreigners to replace Indian history with
their own.

A lot of scientific research conducted on this bridge has also proven that this
bridge was not a natural formation and it must have been man-made (or in this
case, monkey-made).

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 52 - The Moon in the eyes of Lovers
During late hours, Rama stood watching the moon which had risen. He
turned to those with him.

RAMA:
Look at the moon, how glowing and glorious it looks with the stars like
pearls in the sky.

Tell me, what do you think about when you see the dark parch on the
moon?

SUGRIVA:
It is just the shadow of the earth on the moon.

ANOTHER VANARA:
A demon struck the moon, and that’s a scar left behind.

Each Vanara tried to give an answer until Rama finally gave his own
artistic interpretation.

RAMA:
It is the poison that torments separated lovers that we see

After a moment of silence, Hanuman spoke up.

HANUMAN:
Rama, the moon is actually your beloved servant. It has your image in
its heart and you see, you are dark, hence the dark patch.

Rama smiled at the sweet words uttered by Hanuman.

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 53 - Lanka prepares for War
Ravana was somewhat ashamed and afraid at the thought of what
Hanuman had achieved in Lanka just a few days ago.

Ever since Hanuman had left after burning down Lanka, the common
folk lived in constant terror. Spies overheard these and reported back to
Ravana’s wife Mandodari.

CITIZENS:
There is no hope for our race now, if the messenger was this mighty,
imagine the master himself.

Ravana called a council with his ministers and addressed them

apologetically.

RAVANA:
I have summoned this Council for what to do next. Rama has become a
serious enemy. Sita has not yielded and I can never agree to sending
her back.

What has happened is unexpected. No one has till now been known to
enter our city, but this monkey of Rama has not only entered Lanka, he
has met and talked with the imprisoned Sita. He has destroyed buildings
and killed some of our best warriors.

This will not stop here, they will find a way to cross the sea.

After listening to the king, the members of the Assembly spoke one
after the other.

RAVANA’S MINISTERS:
Great king! Our army and our weapons are the strongest in the world,
why need you be anxious? Human beings, monkeys and bears are our
food.

ANOTHER MINISTER:
If that monkey comes again, I know how to manage him. He caught us
while we were sleeping. I alone can destroy the whole Vanara race.

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 ANOTHER MINISTER:
Why don’t we send some Rakshasas as if they were Bharata’s soldiers
coming to aid Rama, and then we backstab him

The ministers rose and spoke brave words to please Ravana and raised
their weapons roaring loud.

Ravana’s brother Vibhishan then arose with folded palms and addressed
him respectfully.

VIBHISHAN:
Brother, what these people say is sweet to hear but not true or good to
act upon. We should consider dharma. It was not right for you, to have
seized and brought Rama's wife here.

What harm did Rama do to us? What he did in the Dandaka forest was
in pure self-defence and protection of those relying on him.

Even if we had any issue with him, we should have met in battle.
Instead of that, you took his wife in his absence.

Further, warcraft requires that we first understand Rama and his armies
strength. Look at just one monkey has done, can we take that lightly?

My dear brother, forgive me if what I say is not pleasing to your ears.

My desire is not to flatter but to save you from a great danger while
there is yet time.

Sita’s abduction is the root cause for our crises and Rama will do
anything to avenge Sita, even destroying all of Lanka. Before those
Vanaras attack Lanka, let us return Sita.

RAVANA:
Let there be no talk here of Sita being returned to her people.

Did I not attack the powerful Kubera. Did I not drive him out of this
island of Lanka and become its King?

Did not Maya in fear give me his daughter in marriage?

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 Who is this Rama? Who dare come here and oppose me? Let us see!

Ravana’s other brother then arose and spoke.

KUMBHAKARAN:
Foolish King, You should have consulted us before kidnapping Sita. You
seek our council only now.

When, driven by lust, one acts without thinking. It would have been wise
first to have slain Rama and Lakshmana and then seized her. You have
done things in the wrong order.

Anyway, brother, give up your anxiety, I shall slay Rama for you.
Victory will be yours.

ANOTHER MINISTER:
Dear King, out of curiosity, why have you not decided to taste the honey
that was procured? You can forcibly enjoy Sita to your heart’s content.

Ravana took a moment, sighing he replied.

RAVANA:
There is something in my past I kept secret. In my younger days I
grabbed a celestial. She was so beautiful, I could not control my desire
and I dragged her into my bed. I later was cursed with death if I did this
again by someone who I could not ignore.

I have also been cursed the same by several unignorable personalities.

If it was not for that damn curse, I would have already dragged Sita to
my bed by force.

Vibishana arose again.

VIBISHANA:
You have brought Sita here and with her the death of yourself and your
race.

Vibishana did not mind the wrath of his royal brother. He felt it was his
duty to warn him of the danger and the error of his ways.

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 INDRAJEET:
My uncle Vibishana’s words fill me with shame. What race are we? Are
we to be afraid of two petty humans? Did my son Indrajeet himself not
imprison Indra once? Vibhishana's counsel is an insult to our race!

VIBISHANA:
Boy, you lack experience.
Lord of Lanka! Do not reject what I say. Return Sita honourably to
Rama and seek his forgiveness. This is the only way. There is no other.

Ravana shot up in rage,

RAVANA:
Vibishana, If any one else should have spoken as you have done, I
would have slain him here and now. Seems to me you are only with me
while I am successful.

O fool! You lived here on my generosity but you favour the enemy.

Ravana kicked Vibishana, who tried to clasp his brother’s foot. He then
spoke his final words.

VIBISHANA:
My brother, you may speak as you please. It is easy to speak sweet,
flattering words like your ministers. But one who speaks for one’s
benefit no matter how bitter, is hard to find.

Perversity has obviously taken your heart, your friends appear as foes
and enemies as appear as your friends.

I spoke for your good.

I am going. May you be happy!

Vibhishana renounced all his possessions and decided to proceed to

where Rama and Lakshmana were encamped followed by four of his
own loyal ministers.

Vibhishana was not afraid of being a traitor, he wanted nothing to do

with the path against dharma.

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Suka, the Rakshasa scout, flew back to Ravana. Shaking with fear he
spoke to Ravana.

SUKA:
I did my job according to your instructions. But my efforts were
fruitless. They were rough with me and made me feel thankful to be
allowed to come back.

Rama, to whom it was sport to slay Viradha, Kabandha, Khara and

others, has arrived with the army of Sugriva. They have somehow come
to know of the place where Sita is held captive. The bears and monkeys
have crossed the sea and are standing ready for battle before Lanka.
Every direction I turn is covered with his army of monkeys.

We may yet escape if Sita is restored.

Ravana was enraged and shouted.

RAVANA:
What did you say?!
Because you were thrashed by the enemy, you give me this cowardly
advice.

I can slay the gods, even Indra and Yama too. Wait and see how I
destroy Rama and his army

Even if the whole world turns against me, I shall not return Sita.

Ravana believed what he said. He had dwelt long on his previous

achievements and, filled with pride, had become foolishly obstinate.

He decided to try one more trick to get Sita to accept him before
Rama’s arrival. He arranged for an imitation head that looked just like
Rama’s and had it presented to Sita as if Ravana had defeated her
husband and she had no other choice but to accept him. Even though
Sita was heart broken upon first seeing this, she was soon made aware
by some of the kind Rakshasis that it was just one of Ravana’s tricks.

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 54 - Vibishan and the Vanaras
The Vanara warriors saw five rakshasas headed by Vibishana approach
them and they immediately armed themselves with trees and boulders
ready to fight.

VIBISHANA:
I am Vibhishana, Ravana’s own brother, the Ravana who killed Jatayu
and carried off Sita by force and is keeping her a prisoner in Lanka.

I tried my best to make my brother follow dharma and restore Sita but I
was only publicly humiliated. Hence I am standing here before you,
renouncing kingdom, wife and children and I fall at Rama's feet.

Sugriva did not trust Vibishana and reported this to Rama.

SUGRIVA:
Dear Rama,Vibhishana, the brother of Ravana, has come here with four
Rakshasa friends seeking your mercy.

Rakshasas are experts in tricks. I believe that these Rakshasas have

been sent by Ravana himself.

It is best to kill Vibhishana and his companions right now. If we admit

him into our camp, he will betray us at the first opportunity and return
to his own people.

Sugriva stood in silence, awaiting Rama's reply. Rama turned to

Hanuman.

ANGADA:
It would be dangerous to accept him without testing him. If they are
friendly and show good faith, we shall accept him.

JAMBHAVAN:
Nothing can be discovered by testing such persons. If he comes here
hiding treacherous intentions, no test can discover the truth. They are a
deceitful race. I think we should not admit him.

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 RAMA:
Hanuman, What is your opinion on this matter?

HANUMAN:
There is no time or opportunity for a test. Vibhishana has not
approached us stealthily. We won’t achieve anything by testing him as
one who knows that he is suspected would cease to speak or behave
naturally.

It is not shocking that Vibhishana became disgusted with Ravana and

foresaw his defeat.
To me his carefree looks disclose a guiltless heart. I think that
Vibhishana has come here honestly to seek sanctuary at your feet.

He knows too that you have slain Vali and given his kingdom to
Sugriva. He may feel he can secure Lanka for himself, hence he will be
loyal to us. I feel that we should admit him.

Rama found satisfaction in Hanuman's utterance.

RAMA:
If a man comes as a friend, how can I reject him? It is against the law
of my life. All of you, my friends and helpers, should know this. Once a
man surrenders himself, one should overlook all his faults.

SUGRIVA:
He deserted his brother whose cause he considers lost. How can one
put faith in a person who forsakes his own brother in his need?

RAMA:
I see what you mean. But listen. It is natural for kings to suspect
brothers and neighbour kings. Most kings imagine that brothers envy
them. What wonder then if Ravana suspected and insulted Vibhishana?

We do not want Lanka, and if, as is natural, he wants it, he can get it
only through our victory.

But there is a stronger reason for why I will not reject him. When one
comes to me for refuge, I cannot reject him. This is my dharma. It does
not matter if as a result of this I suffer. Never can I deviate from it. Even

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 if Ravana himself came to me, I would accept him without hesitation.
Go and receive Vibhishana

SUGRIVA:
My Lord Rama! I see things clearly now. I shall go and bring
Vibhishana. May he too become a loving friend of yours like us!

The march ahead now began along the now complete bridge. Hanuman
carried Rama on his shoulders and Angada carried Lakshmana on his.
The Vanara army crossed the sea.

Ravana carefully stationed his great warriors including his son Injrajit
at various posts. He himself stood guard at the northern entrance. The
ministers raised shouts of victory to please the King and then dispersed.

Rama, Sugriva, Vibhishana and others held a council of war.

Vibhishana shared information on Ravana's arrangements. Rama
distributed his forces to meet Ravana's.

RAMA:
Nila go to the eastern gate. Angada go to the southern entrance.
Hanuman western gate, Lakshmana and I shall meet Ravana at the
north. Sugriva, Jambavan and Vibhishana stay behind with our main
army.

There will be much confusion in the course of the battle. The Rakshasas
will try to deceive us with many disguises. Be alert.

Observing the great and beautiful buildings in Lanka, Rama was moved
to pity.

RAMA:
Because one person who has committed a sin, all this wealth and the
whole Rakshasa race must now be destroyed. He pulls death and
destruction on himself and his people

Rama thought to himself whether Sita knew he had touched foot on

Lanka now, but he spoke nothing and engaged himself in the
arrangements for the army.

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 55 - Ravana sees Rama’s Army
Ravana went to his high tower and himself surveyed the enemy's
strength. His ministers and officers were with him. His officers pointed
out Rama.

OFFICER:
Look, that majestic and graceful youth with matted locks and bow in
hand is Rama. See how he looks round him with eyes of love and
command and how his glances seem to brighten all around him with
confidence.

The mighty armed warrior near him is his brother Lakshmana, a great
bowman and Rama's second soul. And look! Next to him is Sugriva,
wearing Vali's garland. He is the equal of Vali himself.

There, next to him you see Vibhishana, your brother. It is not easy to
vanquish such warriors.

As the ministers extolled the strength of the enemy, Ravana's rage grew
more and more furious.
RAVANA:
You are supposed to be on my side yet you keep praising the enemy! You
are eager to glorify him. Watch as he dies at my hands!

On every side Ravana saw Vanara warriors, animals of the jungle that
had joined force against him armed with trees and boulders. For a long
time he stood motionless staring at Rama, Rama could have married
any woman in her place but he had gathered these creatures, fought
through hardship and approached him on foot, crossing the vast sea
faithfully for his wife.

Ravana wondered what to do about this invading force.

Ravana’s grandfather Malyavan tried once more.

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 MALYAVAN:
Ravana, bear in mind the curses you received from several sages that
you tormented. Do not forget that the benedictions given to you by
Brahma do not give you immunity from death by monkeys or humans.
Please consider the dangerous position you are in now.

RAVANA:
Get out of my face! If it was not for your age I would have finished you
now!

A wise king is never angry with those who bring him true information
or with ministers who give him good advice but not for a tyrant like
Ravana.

Suddenly, and without any noise or warning to any one, Sugriva sprang
up into the sky and alighted on the terrace on top of tower in Lanka,
where Ravana stood, the scar caused by the tusk of Indra's elephant,
shone like a crescent moon on his chest.

SUGRIVA:
Ravana! I am a friend and servant of Rama. This is your last day!

He sprang on him knocking off his crown and gave him a mighty blow.
The two wrestled together for a long time. But before Ravana resorted
to deceitful tricks Sugriva leapt away back to the Vanaras who cheered
for him.

VANARAS:
Sugriva! Sugriva!
For Rama and Sita!
For Rama and Sita!

Rama was glad Sugriva had returned safe seeing the bleeding wounds
on his body.

RAMA:
Sugriva! I am filled with wonder and joy. But what you did was not
right. It is not for a king to rush into risks. How could you suddenly and
without consulting anyone take such a dangerous course?

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If you had been killed I would have given up my life for allowing you to
be killed.

SUGRIVA:
I apologise Rama, it was improper to rush into battle without consulting
you. But when I saw the villain who had insulted Sita I was
overwhelmed by anger and forgot my duty.

Rama turned to Angada.

RAMA:
Prince! Take this message from me to Ravana.
Angada approached the palace as a messenger and was taken before
Ravana.
RAVANA:
Monkey! Who are you?

ANGADA:
I am an ambassador of Lord Rama, the son of Vali who you have heard
off. I bring you this message:

Ravana, The time has now come for the world to be cleansed of you.
Rama waits at your fortress gate, ready for battle. You have troubled the
world too long and committed too many heinous sins.

You have two options. Either come out into the open and fight and die a
hero. Or, if you love your life, restore Sita to me and beg for
forgiveness. Then you can escape with life.

Whatever happens, you are fit to be king no longer. The kingdom of

Lanka now belongs to Vibhishana.

Ravana's rage flared up like a flame.

RAVANA:
Son of Vali? Why have you, from such a powerful background come as
a mere human sage’s envoy?

I only put up with your rudeness because I know righteousness.

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 ANGADA:
I have heard of your righteousness, evident from how you stole away
another’s wife and how you treated an envoy.

O Ravana, is it true that a puny monkey burnt down your capital? Do

you still think him to be an ordinary monkey and Rama to be ordinary
mortal, you arrogant fool?

Ravana angrily burst out furiously at his men.

RAVANA:
Seize him and kill him!

At once, two Rakshasas caught hold of Angada. He rose in the sky

carrying these two Rakshasas on either side of him and then flung them
down. He rose higher up and, coming down, kicked and broke off the
tower of the king's palace. Then with a single leap he returned to where
Rama was.

Dazed by Angada's exploit, the Rakshasas were filled with fear, but
they did not disclose it. Rama saw the City of Lanka guarded by the
Rakshasas. He could see with his mind's eye the sad figure of Sita held
captive within those walls. As soon as Angada returned, he called for an
immediate attack.

From the forests around Lanka the Vanaras had assembled and together
they let out a mighty roar.

VANARAS:
FOR SITA AND RAMA!

The Vanara army burst in like a flood frightening the beasts and birds in
the forest into all directions armed with boulders and great uprooted
trees.

The drums and trumpets sounded by the Vanara army reached Sita's
ears and filled her with joy. She knew that Ravana's end was near. The
Rakshasas in Lanka heard the same noise and trembled in fear seeing
the unlimited number of monkey soldiers approaching them like an
ocean wave.

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 56 - The Battle Begins
RAVANA:
Rakshasas! Slay every Vanara!

The Rakshasas beat their drums and blew their trumpets till the sky
resounded and rushed towards the Vanaras. The Vanaras fought
violently with their trees, boulders, and their own nails and fists.

Thousands fell dead on either side. The field was covered with blood
and mangled bodies. Just by Rama’s glances, the Vanara’s regrew their
strength to fight. Thousands of Rakshasas fell at Rama’s arrows.

The chariot and horses of Indrajit were destroyed and Angada received
a blow from the mace of Indrajit. Indrajit swooped down on the Vanara
forces and killed and wounded thousands of them. When Hanuman saw
his army in distress he flew into a rage and hurled mighty rocks at him.

Indrajit used mystical tricks to sometimes appear and disappear on the

battlefield, confusing everyone. They were helpless against his fury.
In this way he found an opportunity to hit Rama and Lakshmana with
serpent darts. The two princes began to get bound by the weapon and
fall unconscious.

Quickly, he roared like a lion and hurled another spear which soared
through the air and plunged directly into Laksmana’s chest.

The Vanara warriors gathered around the two princes dismayed and in
shock.

The Rakshasa prince Indrajit went straight to his anxious father Ravana
with the glad news of this achievement.

INDRAJIT:
Father! I was victorious! Your enemy Rama is no more!

Ravana was overjoyed and embraced him.

RAVANA:
Indrajit! Well done my son!
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Let us proclaim to Lanka that Rama and Lakshmana have been slain by
Indrajit.

Ravana quickly celebrated and had some Rakshsasis called on.

RAVANA:
Rakshshasis come here!
Go at once and inform Sita that Rama is no more. Take her in the
Pushpaka Vimana and show her the battlefield from above.
Seeing that she has now no one to look to besides myself, she will turn
to me.

Within moments, the Pushpaka Vimana flew into the sky above the
battlefield with an anxious Sita and Trijata as her companion. She saw
Rama and Lakshmana lying motionless on the ground with their
weapons scattered by their side and she began to cry.

SITA:
My dear.. for my sake alone you crossed the dangerous jungles and sea.
And now you lie here lifeless.

Trijata, being of good heart, studied the bodies carefully and turned to
Sita.

TRIJATA:
Sita, they are not dead. They are just unconscious, look I can see life in
Rama. Be not frightened.

The vehicle then returned back to the Asoka gardens leaving Sita with
just a little more hope but not seeing if her husband would rise again.

The Vanara warriors wounded and downcast, seeing Rama and

Lakshmana laid low, concluded that all was over. Sugriva did his best to
stop there being panic.

The Vanara army seeing Rama and Lakshmana down, decided that all
must be over and were losing hope. As they were speaking, the sea and
air were suddenly churned up by a mighty wind.

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A magnificent radiant bird approached, filling the skies. It flew down
towards Rama and Lakshaman making the serpent darts loosen and
disappear in fear of this bird.

The magnificent bird gently stroked the bodies of Rama and

Lakshmana. Though sorely wounded before, Rama recovered his
strength and sat up, as the bird was about to fly off Rama called out.

RAMA:
Dear benefactor, at least tell us who you are before you go?

The bird was Garuda.

GARUDA:
I am your old friend, and eternal servant, Garuda. Those snakes that
Indrajit used were afraid of me, hence I came.
I must go now, we shall meet again later!

Garuda flew off.

Note: Garuda is actually the vehicle of Vishnu and is loved throughout Asia
with airlines being named after him too. One should not confuse him with how
video games have adapted him as a fighting character.

Eventually Rama turned to look over to his brother Lakshman for

whom the injury caused by Indrajit was more fatal. In despair, he cried
aloud.

RAMA:
Lakshmana! Oh! Lakshmana Please! No!

What use is victory now for me?

Why, Oh why did I bring you, dear brother, with me to the forest and get
you killed like this? How can I return without you to Ayodhya? You used
to console me in my sorrow. Why are you silent now when I face the
greatest sorrow? How can I survive you?

Rama’s cries became more and more pitiful.

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 RAMA:
One can replace anything lost, but I cannot find anyone to fill your
place? How could death come to you?

I confess defeat. The word I gave to Vibhishana cannot be fulfilled. Oh

Vanara king! Return to Kishkindha with all your warriors. You have
worked hard for me. You have fulfilled all the duties of friendship. But I
do not wish more of you to die. Go back to your city. Let me perish here.

Vibhishana arrived there, mace in hand. Seeing his huge form, some
Vanaras mistook him for Indrajit returning and ran for cover. He looked
at Rama and Lakshmana and was brought to tears.

Night had fallen, many Vanaras and Rakshasas lay dead everywhere,
Jambhavan, who was more dead than alive moved slowly among the
Vanaras, Vibishana found him while looking around with a torch.

JAMBHAVAN:
Is Hanuman alive?

Vibishan was a bit annoyed.

VIBISHANA:
Why have you inquired about Hanuman first? you show no regard for
Rama, Lakshman, Sugriva or even Angada?

JAMBHAVAN:
If Hanuman lives, the army lives,
If he is dead, we are all dead!

Hanuman who heard this came and clasped Jambhavan’s feet.

HANUMAN:
Dear friend, you can rest assured that I am fine

Shortly after, Vibishan brought a medic to check on Lakshmana and see

if he had hope.

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 JAMBHAVAN:
Listen Hanuman.
Proceed quickly to the North to the Himalaya range.
There is a Hill of Herbs. In that hilltop there is a medicinal plant called
Sanjeevani. If you bring it back quickly, Lakshmana and even the
Vanara army can recover consciousness.

We need this before sunrise to save Lakshman.

Only you can do this.

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 57 - Mountain of Herbs
Thinking hard about Lord Rama, Hanuman immediately went to the
peak of the Trikuta mountain and leapt. Due to the pressure, the
mountain peak crumbled and the falling trees burst into flames.

After some time Hanuman reached the hill described by Jambhavan but
after some time he could not identify the plants. Hanuman frantically
searched all over the mountain but at last he became frustrated and let
out a roar. There was no time, he tore up the entire hill peak and lifted it
onto his shoulder and returned with it to Lanka.

LOCATION: LANKA

Back in Lanka, Rama became more and more anxious. He raised and
clasped Lakshmana more tightly to his heart.

RAMA:
Dear brother, Hanuman has not yet returned.
You could never bear to see me in distress, you left father, mother,
exposed yourself to cold, heat and the forests. Had I known I would lose
you I would never have obeyed father’s command.

A real brother cannot be had again in this world like any other
relationship.

With what face would I return to Ayodhya after sacrificing my beloved

brother for the sake of my wife?

Please arise!

Like a great hero, Hanuman arrived thundering through the skies as if a

mountain had flew through the air. Even with the approach of the
Sanjivi hill, Rama and the Vanaras felt their bodies revive. Their
wounds healed and they became strong.

HANUMAN:
I could not recognize the proper herbs and so I was left no choice but to
bring back the whole mountain.

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Rama with great joy embraced Hanuman. The physician Sushena then
prepared the remedy immediately and brought Lakshmana back to full
health. Rama clasped his brother to his heart and all the Vanaras
cheered.

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 58 - War of Monkeys and Cannibals
The great battle commenced. Blood flowed in streams. Dust rose and
cut off the sun plunging the earth in portentous gloom. The slaughter on
both sides was enormous.

On either side, their heroes were cheered for.

VANARAS:
Victory to Sita’s Rama!
Victory to Sita’s Rama!

RAKSHASAS:
Ravana! Ravana!

Akampana sent forth a shower of arrows at him but Hanuman took no

notice and lifting a huge boulder and swinging it above his head hurled
it at Akampana. The Rakshasa's darts intercepted the stone and reduced
it to powder. Then Hanuman grew in size and shone with blinding
brightness like the sun and uprooting a big tree attacked the Rakshasa
with it and slew him.

The Vanaras surrounded Hanuman and uproariously expressed their

admiration. Ravana's spirits fell when he received the news of
Akampana's death but he found strength in anger and desperation and
began thinking of new plans.

RAVANA:
Are we afraid of monkeys? Why! They used to flee in terror on merely
hearing the roar of a Rakshasa. They do not know the science of war.
They are unskilled brutes.

Ravana now got into his chariot and went forward. Ravana beheld the
Vanara army and heard their uproar which resounded like the ocean.
Seeing a new Rakshasa army issuing out, the Vanaras stood ready to
receive them with stones and trees in hand.

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Vibhishana pointed out the Rakshasa warriors one by one to Rama.

VIBISHANA:
Rama, it is quite unfair this battle. They attack with celestial weapons
on chariots but you have no chariot nor any real protection for your
body or even feet.

RAMA:
Dear friend, the chariot which leads one to victory is different.
Courage makes the wheels of that chariot, Honesty are its flags.
Strength make the horses attached by the string of forgiveness.
Dispassion is the shield, contentment is the sword. A pure steady mind
is the bow. One who owns such a chariot shall have no enemy to
conquer anywhere.

Ravana attacked innumerable Vanaras and laid them low.

Ravana came face to face with Hanuman.

RAVANA:
Hit me once as you like monkey! Then I shall strike you dead.

HANUMAN:
Are you that foolish? Have you forgotten how I killed your son
Akshaya?

Ravana raging darted and smacked Hanuman on the chest, Hanuman

violently slapped Ravana in the face with a palm of his hand followed
by a punch to the chest which made him cough up blood.

Ravana’s chariot was smashed and Rama shot several arrows at Ravana.
Ravana retreated with humiliation back to his city.

RAVANA:
Ministers! Go and awake my brother Kumbhakarna, spare no effort.
Get him ready for battle.

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 59 - The Giant Cannibal
As the result of a curse, Kumbhakarna had to sleep for months in order
to stay awake just one day. After speaking in the council earlier, he had
went to sleep.

RAVANA:
My brother sleeps blissfully, unaware of my anxiety. He will not wake
up for months together if left alone. If he wakes up and goes to the
battle, the enemy will be surely scattered. Who can stand before my
Kumbhakarna?

As soon as he opens his eyes he would be hungry. So prepare him

mountains of meat and pots of blood.

The Rakshasas worked hard at rousing him and finally Kumbhakarna

was disturbed from his sleep which otherwise would have been months
long.

Kumbhakarna immediately feasted on the heaps of food.The ministers

waited for him to fill himself before approaching him.

MINISTER:
We have been defeated in battle and stand in grave danger.
Our armies have been slaughtered and defeated. Lanka is surrounded
by the monkeys like an ocean. Ravana himself went to battle but he
retired from the field having had the worst of it.

Hearing this Kumbhakarna was enraged

KUMBHAKARNA:
I shall kill them all and drink their blood.

In this mood he rushed out to the field of battle. The sudden waking
from deep slumber had completely upset his temper. Kumbhakarna
armed with his great spear was about to go to battle alone, but Ravana
sent an army to aid him.

RAVANA:
Go, my hero! Destroy the enemies and return victorious.
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The Vanaras were frightened and first started fleeing in all directions.
But with courage given by Angada they hurled rocks and trees at
Kumbhakarna, He disregarded them all and with a smile on his face
Angada and Sugriva were struck down and Kumbhakarna carried
Sugriva with joy towards Lanka.

As Kumbhakarna went through the royal highway carrying in triumph

the unconscious Vanara king, the smell of flowers awoke Sugriva. He
opened his eyes and wondered where he was and what had happened.
After remembering, he began to bite with his teeth and tear the flesh off
Kumbhakarna who in pain released him.

Kumbhakarna then returned to kill and devour the Vanaras. They tried
to climb his mountain-like body and tear his skin with their nails and
teeth. He lost his ears this way but managed to shake off the monkeys
like flies, some who he grabbed and stuffed into his mouth.

For a long time Rama kept aiming powerful arrows at Kumbhakarana

which only agitated him. Then Rama invoked a powerful celestial
weapon which severed off Kumbhakarna’s right arm. The rakshasa
screamed in pain and with rage it rushed towards Rama.

Rama with another arrow took off his left arm and another two arrows
his too legs. Kumbhakaran crashed down still leaping towards Rama
mouth open like a desperate shark. Rama filled his open mouth with so
many arrows that Kumbhakaran could no longer breathe.

Kumbhakaran was finished. When the news reached Ravana, he felt

that his own life had left him.

RAVANA:
Ah my mighty warrior brother! My right hand is cut off!

How did Rama kill you, you whom in the whole world no enemy dared
approach?

Of what use is this kingdom to me? Why should I cling to life when my
dear brother has left me? Why did I refuse to listen to Vibhishana?

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Indrajit now had to avenge his uncle and make his father pleased. He
came out onto the battlefield on a chariot, this time without
disappearing. The Vanaras headed by Hanuman rushed to attack him
but were shocked to see Sita was in the chariot with him this time. They
were unable to attack and watched helplessly.

Grinning, Indrajit drew his sword and grabbed Sita by the hair who
screamed in pain.

SITA:
Rama! Help me

Indrajit struck her violently with his fist. Hanuman was unable to bare
this.

HANUMAN:
Indrajit! You are the worst! I am sending you to hell

Hanuman rushed towards Indrajit followed by many other monkeys but

Indrajit shot several arrows keeping them back.

INDRAJIT:
Watch as I now take her life!

Indrajit violently slashed Sita and she fell down dieing. He then taunted
Hanuman.

INDRAJIT:
Sita is dead, don’t waste any more time monkeys

Indrajit rushed off leaving the Vanaras horrified. Rama and Lakshmana
were lost in grief. Rama fell crying.

After some moments, Rama rose and thundered.

RAMA:
Ravana, I vow to bring you and all of the Rakshasas to the ground!

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Vibishana arrived and hearing what had happened he immediately knew
that what had happened was a trick.

VIBISHANA:
Rama, you have been deceived. Never would Ravana allow Sita to be
killed. This is only a trick of sorcery. Indrajit has used his magical
abilities to create an illusionary Sita.

He would be going to regain some of his powers. Now is a good time to

kill him, else he will be using his disappearing tricks again.

Lakshamana and Hanuman, come with me, let’s go get him!

It took Rama a minute to digest this hopeful news.

Lakshmana and Hanuman pursued Indrajit with Vibishana. When they

found him recharging his sorcery they interrupted him and started a
battle. Indrajit addressed Vibishana angrily

INDRAJIT:
Vibishana! Do you not have any feelings for your family members?
Traitor! You side with the enemy and lick a stranger’s feet.

VIBISHANA:
It is your father and not I who has damaged our entire family. He has
broken righteousness by abducting Sita and countless other women.

One who mistreats a lady, steals other’s property or has relations with
another’s wife are destined to destruction.

Lakshmana who was mounted upon Hanuman’s shoulder shot several

arrows at Indrajit.

After a length of fighting Lakshmana used a celestial spell he

remembered and finishing by remembering Rama’s name he discharged
the fatal arrow. The head of Indrajit was severed and fell to the ground
shining like fire.

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Lakshmana then went to Rama, wounded all over and bleeding,
supported by Jambhavan and Hanuman. Rama had already heard the
news of the death of Indrajit.

RAMA:
Lakshmana! This is the end of the Rakshasa race.
You have performed a mighty deed, impossible for anyone else. You
have deprived Ravana of his right hand. You have vanquished the
conqueror of Indra.

The Vanaras tore up more rocks and trees jumped about everywhere and
worked havoc among the remaining Rakshasas, their chariots and
animals. Each of the Rakshasas was surrounded by many Vanaras and
slain.

The news reached Ravana that Indrajit had been slain by Lakshmana.
When he heard that Vibhishana helped Lakshmana in slaying Indrajit,
his grief and anger swelled and the tears he shed burnt where they fell.

RAVANA:
My son! O peerless warrior! Vanquisher of the great Indra! Has Death
won after all?

The world is now empty for me. Oh son, you have left your mother
Mandodari and your dear wife and myself heart-broken and
disconsolate.

Nothing remains to us now but revenge and despair. It is best to kill

Sita, the cause of all this tragedy. My son killed an illusionary Sita.
Now I shall kill the real Sita herself.

Ravana rushed out, sword in hand, intending to kill Sita in the Asoka
gardens. Sita saw him approaching and wondered whether Ravana was
now desperate unable to fight her husband and would rather end her life
before she could reunite with him.

Some Rakshasas, seeing Ravana applauded him with joy, but a minister
appealed to Ravana.

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 MINISTER:
O King, Are you stooping this low, to kill a woman?
Who is equal to you? Let us direct our anger against Rama.

Ravana thought for a minute and lost taste for his plan and decided to
listen to his minister.

The monkeys now began to march directly into the city of Lanka, the
Rakshasa guards at the gates fled in fear, so they entered without a
fight. With torches in hand, the monkeys ran through the streets setting
all the palaces ablaze.

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 61 - Ten Headed Ravana
In Ravana's heart, grief, shame and anger seethed like a raging sea, he
had lost several of his best men including his own sons, he finally
resolved to fight himself.

Ravana drove out to battle accompanied by Virupaksha, Mahodara and

Mahaparsva.

RAVANA:
Beat the drums of war!
Listen puny human sage, I am not like the warriors you vanquished.
I am Ravana! King of Rakshasas!

The mighty Rakshasa warriors who followed Ravana were mowed

down by a deadly flight of arrows and chunks of rocks.

RAMA:
Ravana, you are the most repulsive of all man-eaters.
You are like their stool. In my absence you shamelessly took my wife
Sita. Therefore like Yama, I carry out your punishment!

Pent-up with fury of hatred and revenge, Ravana assumed his hideous
form with ten heads and forced his way towards Rama shooting several
arrows. Rama easily countered these arrows with his own and struck
Ravana repeatedly, without however being able to penetrate his armour.
Neither hero had met such an opponent before.

Then Lakshmana and Vibhishana together attacked Ravana. Furious

with his brother and determined to kill him, Ravana roared and flung at
him a powerful spear. But Rama instantly pushed Vibishana behind him
and was struck by it.

Rama recovered quickly and Vibishan rushed towards Ravana with

mace in hand.

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 VIBISHANA:
Ravana, you perverted wretch!

Vibishan struck Ravana with his mace as Hanuman rushed forward and
crushed the chariot and gave Ravana a kick.
From a distance another chariot now entered the scene, it was golden
and was drawn by several horses but it had no warrior. It approached
Rama, just with a charioteer.

CHARIOTEER MATALI:
Rama! I have been sent to your service by Indra.
I could not approach earlier due to fear of Indrajit and the Rakshasas.

You have been fighting from the ground on foot while the Rakshasas
have been fighting on chariots with advanced weapons.

On this chariot you will find Indra’s Brahmastra arrow which you may
use.

Rama mounted the chariot. Meanwhile, Ravana mounted another

chariot and rushed out again. The monkeys all hurled rocks and trees at
him.

Matali drove Rama as he fired arrows. Sometimes Ravana appeared

with his ten headed form, and other times he appeared normal. Each
time Rama’s arrow managed to sever off a head, it fell to the ground,
but another one immediately manifested as a replacement. The bears
and monkeys grew furious at Ravana’s heads being renewed.

CHARIOTEER MATALI:
Rama! we are in good range for you to use the Brahmastra

Rama thought about the knowledge given to him by Agasthya earlier.

He uttered the spell and raised the bow once more to his ear with the
Brahmastra now fixed. As he twanged his bow this time the sound was
so terrifying the man-eating cannibals filled with terror. Mandodari’s
heart quaked.

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The Brahmastra, emitting flames sped through the air and went towards
Ravana and pierced his heart, taking his life. Then the bow slipped from
the Rakshasa's hand and he fell down from the chariot and lay stretched
on the battlefield.

Loud trumpeting was heard and flowers showered from the skies as
though from heaven. Rama and his chariot were covered by a heap of
flowers.

Lakshmana, Vibhishana, Jambavan and other warriors surrounded

Rama, lost in joy and adoration. Vibhishana looked at his brother's body
and was naturally moved to tears.

The women of Ravana's palace came to the field to mourn. Queen

Mandodari, cried loud.

MANDODARI:
Ravana! The one who was feared by even the celestials, you lay slain by
a mere man, a wanderer in the forest!

Did I not tell you that this Rama is no mere human being!
Even when we heard that he stood on the ground riding no car and slew
your brother Khara in Janasthana, did I not say this? When Hanuman
penetrated Lanka the impenetrable fortress, and laid it waste, I knew
the truth

Why did you cast lustful eyes on chaste Sita? Death in the form of Sita
drew you to your end! Sita and Rama are now reunited and happy after
their brief separation, but I, and all these women are now widows.

Rama turned to Vibishana.

RAMA:
Vibishana, Your brother fought like a true warrior and fell fighting like
a hero! It is for you now, to do the funeral rites.

VIBISHANA:
I do not want to perform the funeral of a man who kidnapped the wives
of others and killed many.

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 RAMA:
With the death of his body, all hostilities have ended.
Only after his cremation can his widows be comforted.

Note: The battlefield scenes are very vividly described by Valmiki and are
impossible to translate with the same colour. Most translators can only
summarise the battles. Many subplots take place with many new characters
being introduced. We apologise as for the purpose of this drama script we
focused on just one aspect of this epic tale, being the romance of Rama and
Sita, hence the battles are summarised. Below are some key moments not
included in this script.

Subplot 1: During Indrajit’s first attack when he hits Rama and Lakshamana
with serpent darts. Garuda actually revives both Rama and Lakshmana. After
more fighting, Lakshmana is brought down again by Indrajit which is when
Hanuman went for the Sanjeevani mountains. Hanuman actually made several
trips during the battle to collect medicines, which is why he has become a
household image today and worshipped for good health.

Subplot 2: In the first battlefield fight with Ravana, Rama actually has him
cornered, without weapon, chariot or protection and is able to kill him. But he
gives Ravana his mercy and a chance to go back and rethink. However Ravana
is humiliated by this and eventually decides to bring out Kumbhakaran.

Subplot 3: In Tulsidas’ version, the fighting goes on for a while and Sita is told
by a friend the reason why Ravana is still not dead is because Rama is
hesitating to shoot him directly in the heart as he imagines Sita resides in it and
cannot bear to harm her even in this way. Later Vibishana advises him to shoot
Ravana in the belly where most of his energy comes from.

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Vibishana was crowned King of Lanka in a magnificent ceremony. The
new Lord of Lanka came out to the Vanara camp and bowed low before
Rama.

RAMA:
Dear Hanuman, I am still honouring my father’s vow of not entering a
town.
With the new King of Lanka's permission, please enter Lanka and
inform Sita of all that has happened and bring her.

Hanuman accordingly took permission from Vibhishana and rushed to

Asoka Vana to convey the news to Sita.

HANUMAN:
Mother Sita, Mother Sita, All is well, the ten headed cannibal has been
conquered by Lord Rama!

Sita's joy was beyond words, her heart was filled with joy, but she was
silent.

HANUMAN:
Why, mother, why do you not speak?

SITA:
I can hardly speak due to happiness.
What you have told me is beyond all value.
How can I repay my debt to you? Your wisdom, your valour, your
patience, your humility. None in the world can equal you.

As she said this, her eyes filled with tears of gratitude and affection.
Hanuman looked at the Rakshasi women who had guarded Sita and
turning to Sita said

HANUMAN:
I wish to slay these cruel women who troubled you. Do give me leave!"

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 SITA:
No, my son, Who in the world is blameless?
It is the part of noble souls to be compassionate towards all sinners as
well as good people.

These Rakshasis, only carried out their master's orders. How are they
to blame? Their king is dead and has paid for his crime. It is unjust to
punish these Rakshasis now.

All that Hanuman could find to say in reverent admiration was that
what she said was only what was worthy of Rama's wife.

HANUMAN:
O divine mother, what you say are the worthy words of Rama’s wife.

Sita went to bathe and dress herself nicely and made her way back.

Vibishana announced her arrival to Rama and the Vanaras.

VIBISHANA:
Rama’s beloved Sita now arrives.

Rama became alert. Hordes of monkeys gathered in curiosity to get a

glimpse of Sita. Vibishana and his ministers tried to push them back so
that Sita could approach Rama privately.

Rama became annoyed due to his affection towards those who had
selflessly served him.

RAMA:
Let no one be kept away, These dear Vanaras have stood and suffered
for me. Sita will be pleased to see me surrounded by such friends. Let
no one be pushed away.

Sita now approached, seeing the face of her beloved husband, which
had not been seen for a long time and which charmed her like the rising
full moon. She proceeded towards Rama with teary eyes. Everyone
noticed that there was something now different about Rama, some form
of unhappiness or discontent. He finally spoke his heart.

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 RAMA:
My dear lady, I have slain the enemy, I have done my duty as a king. My
vow is now fulfilled. Everyone’s hard work Hanuman, Sugreeva,
Vibishan has all beared fruit.

He appeared to speak coldly, Sita’s eyes widened like a female-deer and

filled with tears. In the midst of all present he continued to speak
clearly.

RAMA:
You are under no obligation to me for fighting this war. It can be
assumed I did it for my honour and not for your sake.

Dear Sita, hence, I am permitting you now, you are now free to go
wherever you like.

Even though you are as pure as the light of fire, now in the diseased
eyes of the public, you have become unacceptable for me. This is
because you have lived so long in a stranger's house.

How can we still live together?

Ravana was obsessed by lust for you, surely, no woman has remained
with Ravana for so long without being forcefully enjoyed by him or
developing feelings for him.

Sita looked at Rama in disbelief. Having only heard loving words from
Rama before, these words sounded like arrows to her heart and she
began to weep.

Rama’s words were understandable, he had no doubt in his beloved

Sita, nor did he really want to part with her. However, if he did not
speak this way, Sita would have no voice or freedom in the eyes of the
public. She now had a perfect excuse to leave him if she wished or
display her unbreakable love for Rama even after all this time had
passed.

Wiping her tears, Sita spoke slowly, stammering.

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 SITA:
O Rama! Why are you speaking such harsh painful words, like a
common man speaking to a common woman?

I was helplessly abducted against my will.

I never gave you up for even a moment by body, mind or word.

If you planned on rejecting me, why did you not inform me through your
messenger Hanuman, I would have died immediately in front of him and
saved days of unbearable suffering and the lives of so many vanaras
who died in your service?

Was it all for nothing? Just to reject me?

Sita then noticed all the spectators around her. There was no question
about Rama’s trust to her at all, he didn’t fight his way through lands
over months just to abandon the one he was fighting for, all just for
personal honour. He would have had honour as a king even if he had
found another wife to replace her.

This show was for the public, to clear her name. It was time for Sita to
reveal her true self. She turned to Lakshman.

SITA:
Fetch some logs, Lakshmana, and kindle a fire.
There is only one remedy for this disaster of false blames.

Lakshmana, like the other spectators, had been watching the shocking
discussion in dismay and turned to look at Rama's face seeking his
orders, but Rama did not refuse.

Obeying Sita, Lakshmana kindled a big fire. Rama looked like death
personified, people were unable to look upon him.

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Sita then spoke loudly.

SITA:
God of fire and great sages, I bow before you.
I request you to become a witness to my purity.
If in thought, word or deed, I have never set my heart on anyone other
than Rama, do not burn me.

With these words she leapt right into the flames. Everyone all around
began screaming in horror but to everyone’s surprise, within the flames
Sita became adorned with dazzling gold ornaments and the fire carried
her out without a single burn mark. She now was shining with a golden
radiance revealing herself to be more than human.

The loud crackling noise of the fire now vibrated a voice addressing
Rama.

FIRE:
Rama, here is your Sita, No sin exists in her. She has never been
unfaithful to you in word or mind, nor by her glances.

Rama filled with tears of joy then approached Sita and drew her to his
side with warmth.

RAMA:
My dear, did you think that I did not know your purity? You deserved
this approval before the people.

This was to satisfy them. Without it, they would have questioned your
chastity and would say that Rama, blinded by love, was weak.

There was never a possibility for me rejecting you, just like the sunlight
being non-different from the sun, you are to me.

The skies then suddenly opened up to reveal Rama’s father Dasarath

looking majestically amongst the demi-gods. Rama and Lakshmana
bowed before him.

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 DASARATHA:
My dear son, life in heaven does not give me any real pleasure. Only
now after seeing you I am happy. I came to know that you were Vishnu
all along and Sita is your eternal consort Lakshmi who came together
on Earth to vanquish Ravana and the cannibal rakshasas.

Now that your exile has come to an end Rama, I feel relieved and hope
to see you on Ayodhya’s throne.

Sita, you will earn a place in history as the most glorious woman the
world has ever seen. Please do not bear any grudge for the test of
purity, especially towards Rama.

INDRA:
You are now free to return to your permanent home after ruling Earth
as long as you wish.

Lord Rama looked to Indra.

RAMA:
O king of celestials, kindly bring back the lives of all the monkey
warriors who died in my service.

INDRA:
Although this is difficult for even me to grant, I shall happily do so.

Immediately, all the monkeys that had died on the battlefield rose up
with wounds healed.

Vibishan came with many maid servants carrying luxurious items for
Rama, Sita and Lakshman to celebrate. But Rama refused.

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 RAMA:
Dear Vibishan, give this royal luxury to the monkeys that have served. I
appreciate it but when I think of my brother Bharata’s condition, every
moment seems like an age to me.

He lives like a sage and repeats my name constantly. As long as I am

separated from Bharata, such opulence does not appeal to me. I only
request that you arrange a way for us to speedily return to Ayodhya.

BHARATA:
I can enable the Puspaka chariot which can fly you there within a day!
Rama, Sita and Lakshman mounted the Puspaka chariot.

RAMA:
Listen all, there is no way I can repay all you warriors for your service.
Your glories forever will shine brightly and inspire people of the future.
Please monkeys, return to Kishkinda and live happily under Sugriva.
Dear Vibishan, rule Lanka, the citizens need their king.

Sugriva and Vibishan came forward with folded hands and pleaded.

SUGRIVA:
Lord, please allow us to accompany you to Ayodhya, we will return
home after seeing your coronation ceremony.

Rama smiled.

RAMA:
There is nothing that will make me happier than to take my dear friends
home with me.

Several monkeys joined them on the chariot and it took off as crowds
roared loudly.

CROWDS:
Glory to Rama

As they travelled in the sky Rama pointed out to Sita all the places that
were significant to them.

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 RAMA:
Look there, that’s where we finished Ravan, and that Kumbhakaran.
Look, that’s the bridge we built to come for you.
That’s where I met Hanuman and Sugriva.
That’s where Bharat came and met us, remember?

In reverse order they retraced their entire forest life the way back home
to Ayodhya.

Note: Srimad Bhagavatam and Tulsidas’s Ramayana states that the Sita that
entered the fire was actually Sita’s shadow. Before Ravana had abducted Sita,
the real Sita had entered a fire knowing his arrival and left behind a Shadow
puppet version of herself, ‘Maya Sita.’ Lord Rama wanted her to perform this
fire ceremony and become the real complete Sita before everyone’s eyes.

This chapter is also the subject of controversy. It is important to understand the

context and tone of any dialogue, even in our everyday lives. When you take a
sentence out of its context and read it in a different tone, of course it can sound
wrong, and this has been used against the Ramayana too.

Several translations of this chapter have failed to understand the original

Sanskrit breakdown and cultural context of Rama’s words here and filled in the
gaps with their poor understanding of the culture and Sanskrit poetry and
metaphors. Sadly, it is usually English translations that fall victim to this.

For this reason, it is very important to get your information from bonafide
sources, or read multiple translations by various writers rather than rely on just
one writer. The same logic applies for all things. For example, when multiple
news channels describe the same event, you can easily distinguish the truth
from the possible exaggerations, opinions and bias. So when you only rely on
one source, it is easy to be blind and misled by writer bias or opinion.

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 63 - Return Home
The city of Ayodhya had been a dead city for all these years but
suddenly blossomed to life. Once again banners flew, and musicians
played on their streets and people wore new clothes and cleaned and
decorated the streets all due to the anticipation of Rama’s exile coming
to an end.

His path was lit with several candles by the citizens to welcome him
home even if the sun sets.

Note: This return from exile has now become celebrated as the famous festival
of lights ‘Diwali’, across Asia where lamps are also lit in the same style and this
story is retold and re-enacted as part of the celebrations.

As he finally approached, all the citizens welcomed him with folded

hands. Men,women, elderly and children gazed upon Rama as if they
were getting back their long-lost lives.

CROWDS:
Our Beloved prince has returned!
Hail Sita and Rama! Hail Sita and Rama!

Rama had been willing to let Bharata rule the kingdom incase he had
changed his mind. But for the last fourteen years, Rama’s sandals had
been installed on the throne, Bharata's penance was at an end and his
heart was filled with joy.

Bharata approached Lord Rama, carrying the sandals from the throne.

BHARATA:
King, Here is the kingdom that I was overseeing in your absence. My
duty is now over

He lovingly embraced his brother and fell at the feet of his mothers.

Lord Rama approached his father’s palace which he had last seen with
his father in place as king.

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The sages, ministers and monkeys had him seated with Sita on the royal
throne, golden and decked with valuable jewels. Sage Vasishta came
and placed the royal crown that had been worn by all the kings of
Iksvaku dynasty. His near and dear held umbrellas and fanned him.

Rama addressed his beloved Ayodhya.

RAMA:
Dear Ayodhya! If I say anything wrong, be not afraid to correct me!
I will share with you some knowledge that is repeatedly told by great
sages, whom I came to live with during my exile.

The immortal soul goes around eight million, four hundred thousand
species of life encompassed by time, destiny and nature.
It is by good fortune that you have secured a human body which is very
difficult to obtain. It gives us the best opportunity to earn a good
destiny hereafter.

Sense enjoyment is not all that human existence is about. Even in

heaven this enjoyment is short-lived. The fools who devote their mind to
pleasure senses after attaining human birth take poison in exchange for
nectar.

The man who is equipped with the human body’s resources but fails to
cross the ocean of the material world and break out of the cycle of
birth, death and rebirth is really a time waster.

Know that there are three evils most formidable of all, lust, anger and
greed. In an instant they distract the mind of even sages. The weapons
of greed are desire and hypocrisy, of lust is the opposite gender, while
anger’s weapon is harsh speech. These facts are told by the great sages.

Is there any sage, hero or learned man in this world who greed has not
betrayed or pride has not perverted? Whose mind has not been polluted
by the three desires of prodigy, wealth and fame?

Seek the association and fellowship of great sages.

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Lord Rama then handed out gifts and charity to all around from gold
coins, cows, precious jewels with diamonds especially to his dear
Sugriva and Angada.

RAMA:
You are all as dear as my brothers

Sita had a strong wish to give Hanuman a token of her appreciation of

all he had done for her. She took out a necklace Lord Rama had given
her and looked at Rama. Rama understood her intention.

RAMA:
Dear Sita, you wish to gift Hanuman. Give him that necklace, but
indeed there is nothing valuable enough for his service.

Sita then placed the necklace on Hanuman’s neck.

Note: In most retellings of the touching moment between Sita and Hanuman’s
necklace, Hanuman actually becomes confused by this gift.

He inspects it very carefully and even tries to bite the necklace to see its worth
causing it to break and fall. The citizens watching find this to be rude and
chastise Hanuman for why he behaved this way.

He replied, “I was just trying to find Sita and Rama inside it, if it does not have
Rama and Sita, then it has no value”. The other subjects mocked Hanuman “so
do you have any value, is Rama and Sita inside of you?”.

Whilst everyone laughed, Hanuman claws at his chest to tear it open, revealing
inside his heart the image of Rama and Sita.

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 64 - Valmiki closes his Epic
Thereafter, Lord Rama ruled for several years caring for the citizens
exactly like a father does his children, and the citizens, being obliged to
the good government of Lord Rama, accepted Rama as their father.

Lord Rama had taken a vow to accept only one wife and have no
connection with any other women. He taught good behaviour for
everyone, especially for householders, by setting the perfect example.
Rama showed them how to be a perfect person.

Valmiki sang the last words of his epic about his beloved King to his
students.

VALMIKI:
Under His reign, now known as ‘Ramarajya’
There were no thieves, as everyone had everything they needed,
there was no danger from beasts or fear of diseases,
there were no untimely deaths or widows,
people lived till a ripe old age without suffering,
the word “beat” had no meaning except to denote music,
Men kept their vows to their wives and didn’t gaze upon others,
Wives too were devoted to their husbands in thought, word and deed.

Those who regularly listen with love to the story of Rama and Sita
will be rid of heartbreak and blessed with the highest love,
If a single lady hears, may she find a husband as loving as Rama,
If a single man hears, may he find a wife as dear as Sita,
If a couple hears, may they receive childs like Rama and Sita,
If a King hears this tale, he will conquer the earth,
If a traveller hears this tale, he will reach his destination.
If a sinful person hears this tale, he will be cleansed of karma.

Each time this tale is heard, the self is purified.

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 65 - The Controversial Chapter
The great poet Valmiki originally recorded this epic in six books which
ended with the coronation mentioned in the previous chapter. But over
time a seventh book came into place called the ‘Uttara Kanda’
(Epilogue)

Many scholars have accused with a lot of evidence that the seventh
book is not entirely Valmiki’s work but a handful of inserted
interpolated stories over time. They have pointed out that the seventh
book doesn’t carry the same writing style of Valmiki, and Rama is
suddenly inconsistent with how he was presented before.

Scholars have stated that these additions likely came from rulers who
wanted to push their views such as casteism or misogyny, or divide and
rule by planting seeds of hatred in different regions. So they tried to
rewrite history and the beloved heroes.

To understand why some chapters of the 7th book appeared, we only

need to understand the culture of a male dominated and classist society.
(Note how well Rama previously treated characters like Guha,
Vibishan, Shabari, Ahalya regardless of caste, gender or even past). The
7th book seems to provide ‘corrections’, conveniently for those who
wish to chastise and oppress women or people of lower caste by using
Rama as their example.

One of the most controversial stories is about the separation of Sita and
Rama. Note that several others who recorded this epic including
Goswami Tulsidas and Kamban also have a ‘Uttarakanda’ chapter but
the contents are not the same, Sita and Rama’s separation is not even
mentioned.

However, the story in summary is that under Lord Rama’s rule, some of
his spies occasionally went out to listen for how the citizens felt and
pick up on any issues.

One spy saw an incident where a washerman kicked his wife shouting

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“You keep going to another man’s house, unchaste woman! I no longer
accept you! I am not Rama,” other disturbing conversations were also
heard such as “Whatever a king does, the citizens must follow, and so
now we have to tolerate unfaithfulness from our wives.”

Lord Rama felt shocked at these words when they were reported back
to him. Lord Rama knew perfectly well of Sita’s purity but could not
tolerate shame in her name. Sita was also now pregnant.

If he were to ignore this situation, Sita would have to face these insults
sooner or later from the public. If he left the kingdom with her, leaving
it to one of his brothers, he would be breaking his vow, neglecting his
duty as King, and still bring a bad name to his dynasty. Hence it was
decided that Sita would live in the safety of sage Valmiki’s ashram.

Some years passed, Sita brought up Rama’s two sons, one was named
Lava, the other Kusa, both growing up under the care of Valmiki but not
knowing the identity of their father.

Valmiki had composed the Ramayana as a song which he taught to

Lava and Kusa and then instructed them to sing everywhere, especially
near Ayodhya and to try to gain an audience before Rama.

As they did this, people were enchanted by this beautiful song and were
shocked that these two boys resembled Lord Rama in appearance.

Rama too, came to hear this song from these kids and was touched. He
felt he could finally bring Sita back and have society allow them to live
together again.

However, when Sita came back before the public who were the ones
guilty for how things had become, she decided her fate differently.

She addresses Mother Earth “O Goddess of the earth. Please hear me.
If, since the time of my marriage, I have never thought of anyone but
Rama, and if I have never loved any man but Rama, then…

please receive me so I no longer need to experience the shame of these

slanderous people.”

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To everyone’s surprise, as she spoke the earth beneath her suddenly
opened and a majestical throne received her. She slowly began to
descend down into the earth.

Sita’s earthly duties and her purpose for appearing on Earth had all been
accomplished. She no longer had to live in this mortal incarnation. Sita
took in Rama once more with her mortal eyes, capturing his handsome
mortal guise as the King of Ayodhya one last time.

After Sita left, Lord Rama is described to have found life barren. He
was celibate and had a golden deity of Sita made which was present at
all events and festivals alongside him. After ruling for another number
of years, he was finally able to retire from his duties and return to his
original world.

When Sita had assumed her eternal form as Lakshmi, she made a wish
to Rama as Vishnu “My dear, the next time I descend on this planet,
grant me the boon that I would not have to see anything of this world
until I first see you.”

The wish that Lakshmi had made was fulfilled when Rama and Sita
returned next. When She was next born as Radha, there is an entire
episode about how she refused to open her eyes as a baby, everyone
was afraid but soon after she was visited by Rama in his next avatar as
Krishna, that’s when she first opened Her eyes, seeing nothing else but
Him.

Many of Rama’s followers are described to have followed him to his

next life too, preparing to aid him and befriend him once again. Many
were also in hopes of acquiring him as their husband this time and took
female bodies. This story is told in the sequel, the ‘Mahabharata.’

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 A1 - Summarised Drama
Note: For stage adaptations intended for shorter lengths of under 2 hours, you
may follow the suggested formula below by using a Narrator to read the story.

NARRATOR:
Everytime this tale is told, adaptations may have been made for its
specific audience and allocated duration. So forgive these poor souls
for making any offence in delivering this great epic to you.

Some things may have been lost in translation… Some in cultural

misunderstanding… and some due to our lack of intelligence in this age
of darkness.

It is said, whenever and wherever goodness declines and evil rises,

Lord Vishnu takes birth to uplift righteousness once again.

One such time our world forgot the meaning of love, and was tormented
by a demon king… Ravana.

Ravana conquered and took Lanka and led an army of cannibals who
feasted on humans. He would also abduct women from all around the
world and higher planets to add to his collection of concubines.

That’s when they both came… Rama and Sita

If you want to know true love, hear their story and you will know love.

If you forgot how to love, hear their story and fall in love again.

Hear about the Rama and Sita that empowered an entire army of
monkeys by their very names.

Hear about the Rama and Sita that purified evil and freed slaves.

Hear about the Rama and Sita that restored love in the world.

Note: Now go to Chapter 6, 7, 8 (Rama and Sita’s meeting and marriage) and
the song in Chapter 10 and then return back here for the next chapter A2.

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 A2 - Summary of Exile
NARRATOR:
Rama and Sita returned to Ayodhya and were celebrated by all the
citizens including his father King Dasaratha.

As some time passed King Dasaratha decided it was time to retire and
pass on the crown. Amongst his four sons, Rama was the prince that he
knew was perfect for the throne. This was also the wish of all the
citizens.

However, amongst Dasaratha’s three wives, Kaikeyi was poisoned with

jealousy by her maidservant. She wished for her own son Bharata to be
on the throne.

Kaikeyi was once promised by King Dasaratha two wishes that he

would fulfil, whatever they were to be. The King was a man of his word.

Kaikeyi used these wishes in her favour. She not only asked for her son
to be crowned on the throne but also had Rama exiled for 14 years only
to live in the forests so that Ayodhya would forget about him and he had
no chance of coming back as any sort of King.

The crooked queen had her wishes fulfilled,

bringing King Dasaratha heartbreak and death.
All of Ayodhya was plunged in anger towards her, including her own
son Bharata who rejected the throne.

However, Rama honoured his father’s vow to Kaikeyi. Without any

anger or sorrow he accepted his exile.

Note: Now go to Chapter 14 Sita's Decision and return back to A3

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 A3 - Summary of Forest Life
NARRATOR:
Rama and Sita, followed by Lakshmana set off into the forests leaving
Ayodhya weeping and heartbroken.

The citizens even abandoned their homes and followed the trio out of
Ayodhya and slept on the forest floors at night along the way.
Eventually Lord Rama decided this was not right and had to secretly
leave while all were asleep with Lakshmana and Sita.

They made false tracks on the roads just so the citizens would not be
able to find them.

When the citizens awoke again, they were disheartened to find their
Rama and Sita had left without telling them and had no other option but
to return to their homes in Ayodhya and live their lives without Rama.

Moving through the forests, the trio Rama, Lakshmana and Sita set up
camp in different places where Lakshmana constructed hermitages.

Lakshmana would carefully guard Lord Rama and Sita along the way
and even sat up at night without sleep to insure their safety.

The sages that lived in the forests became their friends and many of
them seemed to know that Rama and Sita were not just any mere
mortals. Rama fought off the cannibals that often tormented the sages.

Note: Now go to Chapter 25, 27, 29, 30 (Introducing Ravana’s sister

Surpanakha, the golden deer and the abduction of Sita) then return here for
Chapter A4

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 A4 - Summary of Rama’s search
NARRATOR:
When Rama and Lakshmana returned to find Sita missing, the two were
in shock. Rama was heartbroken thinking some cannibal enemy surely
took Sita and ate her by now.

They searched endlessly through the forest for Sita until they came upon
the vulture Jatayu.

Jatayu held his last breath to tell Lord Rama of what had happened
before dying in Rama’s arms. Rama was touched by what this bird had
done for him and performed its funeral rights.

Rama and Lakshmana then headed south in search of this Ravana who
had taken Sita.

Note: Now go to Chapter 34 (Meeting Shabari) then return here for Chapter A5

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 A5 - Summary of Meeting Hanuman
NARRATOR:
The two brothers crossed the Pampa lake, a place so lovely with
animals, and trees which made Rama miss Sita dearly.

RAMA:
Oh Lakshmana, how much would Sita have enjoyed this beautiful
scenery? The deep blue water, the fruit and flowers are blossoming.

Without Sita, life seems meaningless. That which pleased me when she
was present, now gives me pain. When the Cuckoo bird calls, I think of
Sita’s sweet voice. When the lotus flowers sway, I think of her eyes. The
breeze makes me think of her breath.

LAKSHMANA:
Don’t despair brother. Wherever Ravana is, he will get our wrath!
Sometimes too much love brings grief, and grief weakens effort. Our
efforts should be on finding Sita, and not letting grief brought by love
get a hold of us.

As they were speaking a mysterious young boy approached them.

YOUNG BOY:
O great heroes! Who are you? Your built bodies and weapons indicate
you are great royal warriors, yet you are dressed like great sages, and
your aura feels as if you were gods in disguise.

How have you wandered here on the hard ground on your tender feet,
through the scorching sun and stormy wind into these wild regions?

Rama felt quite pleased by the boy's presence and whispered to

Lakshmana.

RAMA:
See how pleasingly he behaves and how poetically he speaks. Even an
enemy would be charmed by his words.

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 LAKSHMANA:
Young boy, We are the sons of Dasaratha, King of Ayodhya. We came to
live in the forests honouring our father’s vow made to our step mother
who had us banished in order to put her own son on the throne.

My brother’s wife was with us, dearer to him than life. In our absence,
she was abducted by a king called Ravana.

We came here to find the monkey king.

I am Lakshmana, and my brother is Lord Rama.

NARRATOR:
Upon hearing about Rama, the young boy froze for a second
speechless. A thrill ran through his body and he then fell to Rama’s feet
and prostrated. His form changed into that of a gigantic monkey,
Hanuman!

HANUMAN:
Rama? RAMA?! O How did I fail to recognise you?
I am Hanuman! Consider me your servant! You are my master!

Hanuman bowed emotionally and excited at his feet with tears in his
eyes and Rama then lifted him and gave him a hug.

NARRATOR:
Hanuman was actually incarnate of Shiva, the dear friend of Vishnu
who had followed him to aid his avatar as Rama. This was the great
moment, the two met once again.

Hanuman introduced Lord Rama to the monkey chief Sugriva and the
other monkeys and told them of the situation at hand.

SUGRIVA:
Dear Rama, we vow to help you recover your wife.

Though I do not know who Ravana is, I remember some time ago we
saw a weeping woman being carried through the air by someone who
looked like a Rakshasa. She saw us and threw down some jewellery. Let
me bring them forth. See if you recognise them, if they are Sita’s.

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Rama became excited. Some vanaras brought forth the cloth and jewels.
Rama recognised the jewels. He then imagined her suffering and cried
tears from his eyes and pressed the jewels to his heart.

RAMA:
O darling beloved! O dear brother, these were hers, remember them?

LAKSHMANA:
Indeed, those anklets are Sita’s. But the rest of the jewels I do not know
as I have never really gazed above her feet.

Slowly, Rama spoke up with an enraged voice.

RAMA:
Ravana! The god of death, Yama's gates are wide open to receive you!

After some time, great numbers of Vanaras had assembled from distant
forests, mountains and coasts. The dust they raised darkened the sky
and veiled the sun. Millions of monkeys and bears in a variety of shapes
and colours were there. They bowed their head at Rama’s feet.

Sugriva then turned to the enormous army that had come together to
serve Rama.

SUGRIVA:
Mighty Vanaras!
I want you to divide into eight armies and go out in all directions to the
four quarters of the earth to thoroughly search for Sita.

The monkey army swarmed out like ants from an anthill and spread in
the four directions. All were equally enthusiastic and equally eager to
catch and kill Ravana and redeem Sita.

Lord Rama approached Hanuman taking off his signet ring.

RAMA:
Hanuman, I would like you to take this ring.
I am full of hope that you will be the one to discover Sita. This ring with
my name will tell her that you are my messenger.

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 Please comfort her and tell her of my heart, aching from separation.

Hanuman headed further South with a few close friends. Soon they
came to the southern ocean without any success but soon came to find
out that across the ocean in the island of Lanka, there was a lady held
captive fitting the description of Sita. Hanuman was the only one
capable of making it across this ocean and back and he proceeded to do
so fighting off demons along the way. He assumed the size of a small
cat and discreetly searched all around Lanka for Sita.

Note: Now go to Chapter 44, 45, 47, 48A, 49, 51 (Finding Sita, Burning Lanka
and coming back with Lord Rama) and return for Chapter A6

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 A6 - Summary of Battle
NARRATOR:
The Vanara army burst into Lanka like a flood frightening the beasts
and birds in the forest into all directions armed with boulders and great
uprooted trees.

The drums and trumpets sounded by the Vanara army reached Sita's
ears and filled her with joy. She knew that Ravana's end was near. The
Rakshasas in Lanka heard the same noise and trembled in fear seeing
the unlimited number of monkey soldiers approaching them like an
ocean wave.

RAVANA:
Rakshasas! Slay every Vanara!

NARRATOR:
The Vanaras fought violently with their trees, boulders, and their own
nails and fists. Thousands fell dead on either side.

Ravana’s son Inrajit fought using his mystical powers and seeing an
opportunity to strike Lakshmana he roared like a lion and hurled a
spear plunged directly into Laksmana’s chest knocking him down.

Eventually Rama noticed his brother, close to death and in despair, he

cried aloud.

RAMA:
Lakshmana! Oh! Lakshmana Please! No!

What use is victory now for me?

Why, Oh why did I bring you, dear brother, with me to the forest and get
you killed like this? How can I return without you to Ayodhya? You used
to console me in my sorrow. Why are you silent now when I face the
greatest sorrow? How can I survive you?

NARRATOR:
A medic checked on Lakshmana to see if he had hope.

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 JAMBHAVAN:
Listen Hanuman.
Proceed quickly to the North to the Himalaya range.
There is a Hill of Herbs. In that hilltop there is a medicinal plant called
Sanjeevani. If you bring it back quickly, Lakshmana and even the
Vanara army can recover consciousness.

We need this before sunrise to save Lakshman.

Only you can do this.

Note: Now go to Chapter 57, 61 (Hanuman fetching the medicinal mountain

and then the fight with Ravana) and return for A7

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 A7 - Summary of Diwali
Rama and Sita finally reunited and together with the monkeys they
made their way back to Ayodhya.

The city of Ayodhya had been depressed for all these years but
suddenly blossomed to life. Once again banners flew, and musicians
played on their streets and people wore new clothes and cleaned and
decorated the streets all due to the anticipation of Rama’s exile coming
to an end.

His path was lit with several candles by the citizens to welcome him
home even if it were during the sun set. This day would come to be
known as Diwali, the festival of lights.

As Rama, Sita and Lakshmana finally approached, all the citizens

welcomed them with folded hands. Men, women, elderly and children
gazed upon Rama as if they were getting back their long-lost lives.

CROWDS:
Our Beloved prince has returned!
Hail Sita and Rama! Hail Sita and Rama!

Note: Now complete the drama with Chapter 64 (finishing words from Valmiki)

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