Tag: Ravan

  • WARS AND FESTIVALS

    WARS AND FESTIVALS

    Battles have been an integral part of human history. Bulky mythological and historical texts are reflective of it. Massive, brutal wars have been fought to bring down the demons, the invaders, the evil and the devil to restore peace, and for conquests. Whether it was Mahabharata, the Greek wars or the wars of independence, the documented scriptures and texts speak of fights, fight as the path to attain the desired.

    The word ‘War’ immediately evokes an image of bloodshed and dead bodies in the conscious mind, but that’s not exactly the truth about all wars. With the evolution of mankind, new types of war methods have emerged. For example, Mahatma Gandhi’s path of Ahimsa, introduced the world to the non-violent means to win back the conquered territory. He used self-imposed austerity, boycott and guilt as his weapons, and he was acclaimed worldwide for it. Nuclear wars, Cold Wars etc. are yet again different forms with different methods and strategies. Although the warfare techniques are ever-evolving, one thing remains unchanged. There is always a relative good and bad involved in wars. And at the end of the battle, there emerges a hero and a villain, followed by journals being filled with analysis and epics written on the newly born superhero or even God. Numerous festivals are announced to celebrate the victory of the good over the evil, and they eventually become traditions to keep us reminded of the heroism, the heroic acts. Dusshera and Navratri are examples, where the victory of good over evil marks the festivity.

    Having spoken of the battles that were fought on fields with huge armies, superpowers and lethal weapons, what about the wars that an individual fights within? We all undergo some form of war inside us, at least once in our lifetime. A war between Me versus Me. The conflict of thoughts, the struggle to decide, the dilemma of choices. Aren’t they also a form of war? There isn’t so much noise created, and not any soldiers to join. But yes, they are also fights, short, and sometimes maybe prolonged over a period of time. So what are the weapons used when one is fighting an internal war? Will power? Yes! One resorts to this while fighting against the behavioral demons. To overcome laziness, to give up substance abuse, food habit, break a thought pattern etc. One’s latent will power is evoked for the victory. Knowledge also serves a potent weapon while facing the dilemma over choices or confusion. Research and study followed by expert advice or a mentor to guide wades away the ignorance to allow the light of enlightenment to seep in and to see the victory of clarity against chaos. After facing the tribulations of internal war, where habits, thoughts and options are killed, emerges a newer self, a godly super-self, flurrying the flag of victory. Each dawn then becomes a festival to rejoice.

    This Dusshera and Navratri, let’s share sweets and radiant smile to celebrate the victory over vice.

  • SITA SPEAKS TO HER SAKHI (FRIEND)

    Standing before the mirror, Sita ran her fingers through her cascading hair.

    “Look at that lovely hair! I have always envied you for them.” Joked Sita’s Sakhi as she walked into her chamber in Swarg loak.

    Surprised by the unannounced arrival, Sita reached out to hug her beloved Sakhi. Seating with her on the couch she bemused,

    “What a pleasant surprise! How have you been Sakhi?”

    “What can possibly be wrong with me, who has a friend like you?” Sakhi replied with pride.

    Having met after a long time, they both exchanged pleasantries, enquiring about each other’s well-being. Sakhi then stood up and walked around the chamber thoughtfully. Sita’s gaze followed her. Comprehending that her Sakhi had something to say but was hesitant to do so, Sita touched her Sakhi’s shoulder.

    “Sakhi, please speak your heart. You can share anything with me, dear. Isn’t that how friends are?” Eased by her words, Sakhi placed her hand on Sita’s.

    “Sita, we all know that during your exile years with Lord Ram, you were abducted by Asura Ravana. We all know about the atrocities inflicted on you. The trauma you went through. But there has been a thought that has always made me wonder. Was it really an abduction or your will in disguise?”

    Stirred by the question, Sita began fidgeting with her dress. She countered it with another question.

    “What makes you see my abduction as a disguised Will Sakhi?”

    “At the tender age of 9 years, Sita you could lift the supreme Pinaka (the bow of Shiva). The same bow, at your Swayambar, Mahabali Ravana, in his prime and powerful youth, couldn’t even move, forget about lifting it. Isn’t this evidence enough of your Shakti?… Of your supremacy over him?….. And when he came to kidnap you, all you did was push him?…. You were obviously more powerful. Then why did you allow it to happen? You could have easily reduced him to dust there and then. Even after having read all the scriptures on Ramayana, written by great sages, this mystery remains unresolved. Only you can open your heart and answer this. I am here to hear it from you.” Smiling as her Sakhi’s smartness, Sita replied,

    “Yes! It was a disguised will. For my Dharma then, was not to fight but to be the Shakti of Lord Ram….  For it was not my purpose of descending on Earth…. That purpose was Ram’s, Vishnu’s avatar to abolish the asuras, and lay the foundation of a cultivated form of society…. To kindle the new Dharma of righteousness….. My purpose was to be the reason behind the action, not the action itself Sakhi. If I had not been abducted, 

    How would the legendary Jatayu prove his devotion to me and Lord Ram? 

    How would the Vanaras (The animal community) rise above their animal instinct and fight for justice? 

    How would Vibhishana practice the choice between right and evil? 

    And above all, how would Lord Ram, born as a Kshatriya find a rightful reason to annihilate demon Ravana? 

    For according to Kshatriya Dharma, without an evil deed, a weapon can’t be raised against an enemy. So my dear friend, though I was a Shakti, the manifestation of my power lay, in supporting my Lord Shri Ram. To amalgamate my powers with him and fulfill our purpose of incarnation.”

    Having received a satisfactory answer to her burning curiosity, the Sakhi happily hugged Sita. Her eyes glistened with tears of undying love and pride more than ever.