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Sundara Kānda: Hanuman's Odyssey

Whereas Mahabharata's Bhagvad-Gita is taken as a philosophical guide, Ramayana's Sundara Kãnda is sought for spiritual solace; many believe that reading it or hearing it recited would remove all hurdles and usher in good tidings! Miracles apart, it's in the nature of this great epic to inculcate fortitude and generate hope in man for it’s a depiction of how Hanuman goes about his errand against all odds. Besides, it portrays how Seetha, on the verge of self-immolation, overcomes despair to see life in a new light? With rhythm of its verse and the flow of the narrative this sloka to sloka transcreation of the canto beautiful of Valmiki's adi kavya - the foremost poetical composition in the world, Hanuman's Odyssey that paves the way for Rama to rescue his kidnapped wife is bound to charm the readers and listeners alike. Interestingly, as the following verse illustrates, this epic was the forerunner of the magic realism of our times – “Gripped she then him by shadow / Cast which Hanuman coast to coast, Recalled he in dismay then / What Sugreev said at outset / That one fiend had aptitude / To grip its prey by mere shadow.” On a personal note, my paternal grandfather, Bulusu Thimmaiah-garu, like many in his time, was a life-long practitioner of Sundara Kãnda parayana (the epic’s daily recital in part or full), whose spirituality could have providentially guided me in this, rather an effortless, trans-creative endeavour.

BS_Murthy · Fantasy
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70 Chs

Hapless Soul

Guards as gave her no respite

Broke down Seetha in despair.

Seetha in time pulled herself

And thus explained her position.

It's no custom for humans

To get wed to the demonic folk.

Stick I would to our tradition

Leave the rest to thy decision.

Having stated her position

Sulked then Seetha in distress.

Cornered as would deer hunted

Crouched there Seetha in dismay.

Like a withered leaf on floor

Lovelorn Seetha thus there lay.

Tears those profuse as she shed

Passed her valley in thick streams.

In her fright then her frail frame

Looked like banana plant in storm.

In her fear as shivered Seetha

Snake like shrivelled then her black plait.

Ceased as Seetha not to sigh

Blouse her wet then turned all dry.

In her pain then Seetha wailed

'Oh my Rama where art thou'!

Why not thou me give consent

Now to die though love to live

To spend the rest of life with thee.

Won't it prove the words of wise

One can't time his death himself?

Takes as leaking boat its time

To sink down to the ocean bed

What if my grief kills me slow?

Seems my sorrow cuts my heart

Erode as floods the banks there all.

What else it's but misfortune

To lose such a good husband.

Suffer I like the one who took

Arsenic on one's way to death.

Looks like I am paying price

For the misdeeds of last birth.

See none escape route to Ram

Better I draw the curtains now

On the accursed life of mine.

How I forgot as his wife

Until he doth give his nod

Right none have I to take life!