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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

On the Verge

Stunned as guards all kept silent

Had then Seetha yet second thought.

Recalled as she Ravan's threat

Thought she fit to end her life.

Wonder didn't I drop dead now

Ravan though scared me to death!

If it were not made of stone

Why wouldn't sorrow break my heart?

Better on my own end my life

Fiends all here sure skin me live.

Fails to turn up if my Lord

Bound to cruel Ravan then

Like a surgeon at his work

Turn his scalpel on my frame.

Since the outer limit he gave

Me to lean my mind on him

Would be at hand in two months

Feel I like one on death row

To be led for her hanging

One fine morning to gallows.

How can ever I tell my folk

Fate mine is like boat that caught

In the storm of high seas now.

It's by craving golden deer

Brought I ruin on all of us.

Looks like ill-fate was at work

To make me lose my common sense.

Thou all-knowing O my Lord

How thou fail to come to know

Me that Ravan vowed to kill?

My heart though is set on thee

It's as though thou forsook me.

O my Lord, how come thou

Thought it fit to ignore me!

When thou regain crown thine soon

Won't thou regale with new queens?

But thy Seetha likes to end

Life hers as thy faithful one.

Loyal here all to Ravan

Who would poison me procure?

Wavered as her hapless mind

So she wandered for low branch.

In her bid to hang herself

Coiled she her hair that long.

Thought she dearly of her man

And her beloved brother-in-law.

As she was to take the plunge

Paused she finding omens some good.