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Among Hermitages Thus, Rama entered the hermitage of Bharadwaja taking Sita with him and accompanied by Lakshmana and Guha. The sage appeared at the doorway and walked forward to welcome him, as if he was waiting since long to be blessed by the Darsan; seeing him, Rama prostrated before him, and when Bharadwaja lovingly embraced him and invited him to enter the hermitage, he was very happy to comply. The sage made them sit on the seats he had spread on the floor, for each according to his status. He inquired after the welfare of every one of them and declared that his heart's desire was fulfilled that day. He asked his pupils to bring fruits and roots, and placing them before his guests, he pleaded that they might partake of them. They spent the night in that hermitage, accepting the sage's hospitality and service. When the day dawned, Rama proceeded to the confluence of the three rivers at Prayag, and requested the sage too to give him company. Bharadwaja said, 'Listen, O Lord! I chose this holy spot for my hermitage and austerities, since I knew I could get here the darsan I longed for many years. To get the thrill of your Darsan, I undertook vows and performed Vedic Yajnas and Yagas. I immersed myself in the chanting of Divine Names and in meditation on the Divine Form, so that I might be rewarded with the chance to converse with you. I was awarded darsan of all three of you. I have no more wants. I am no more concerned with bath or with food. I do not want to be reckoned as a fool who continued consuming drugs, even after he was cured of illness. I am free now from the fell disease of birth-and-death. I have seen God.' Seeing him filled with ecstasy, with tears flowing, Guha was overwhelmed with surprise. He said to himself, "O! What great good fortune is mine!" He was overcome by supreme joy. Meanwhile Rama suppressed His Divinity and acted as if he was just a man with common human attributes. While Sage Bharadwaja was dilating delightedly on the Rama Principle, Rama listened, as if it all related to another person called Rama and not to himself! He replied, "O! Foremost among sages! All those who are recipients of your hospitality are, for that very reason, adorable. All such are full of virtue and wisdom." The pupils, ascetics, sages and monks of the hermitage who heard the words of Bharadwaja and those of Rama were struck with wonder and filled with joy. After the holy bath at Prayag, Rama left the hermitage with Sita, Lakshmana
and Guha, and entered the deeper recesses of the forest. Bharadwaja followed
them as far as the river bank, and there he clasped Rama in loving embrace,
wishing for them a happy journey. Rama prayed for the blessings of the
Sage and said, "Master! Tell us which direction is best." The
sage replied, with a laugh: "Lord! There is no path unknown to you
in all the worlds, is there? You are playing the role of a mere man, in
this habiliment. Well, since I have been asked, it is my duty to reply
to the best of my knowledge." Thus saying, he beckoned to four of
his pupils, and sent them with Rama to show him the track that led to
the next hermitage complex. Those boys were delighted at the chance they
secured to journey with Rama for some little distance. They felt that
it was a gift earned in previous lives. They walked in front showing them
the track. Behind them, Rama went with Sita, Lakshmana and Guha. They
went as far as the bank of the Yamuna river, and there, they took leave
of Rama and turned back, without the least will to do so. Sita, Rama and
Lakshmana were very pleased with the pupils for the help they rendered;
they blessed them with all their hearts and allowed them to leave. Then,
they got ready to have the holy bath in the sacred Yamuna. Meanwhile,
the inhabitants of the villages on the bank noticed these visitors of
extraordinary charm and splendour, and gathered around them, wondering
who they were and whence they came and what their names were. They were
too shy and too afraid to ask. They were talking in whispers among themselves. Listening to their prayers and watching their eagerness and joy, Rama
and Lakshmana were very much amused. Just then, Sita turned towards the
women and spoke to them thus: "Sisters! This simple, sincere person
with the golden complexion is Lakshmana. He is my Lord's brother, a younger
brother. Then about the dark-blue person: he with the Lotus-petal-eyes
that enrapture the worlds, with the long, strong bow-arms, (here, she
turned towards Rama), this is my Lord, the very breath of my life."
Saying this, she bent her head and looked at the ground. Just then, a
young maiden interjected, "Ma! You haven't told us your name!"
Sita immediately said, "My name is Sita. I am known as Janaki, the
daughter of Janaka." The women looked at each other in wonder and
appreciation and then, with one voice, they blessed Sita profusely, saying,
"May you both be as happy a couple as God Siva and Goddess Parvathi
and may you live together, as long as the Sun and Moon, as long as the
Earth rests upon the hood of the snake Adisesha, in harmony and unbroken
joy." At dawn they awoke, and finishing the morning ablutions, they started
off on the next lap of their journey. Soon, they entered the fearsome
recesses of the forest. The towering peaks, dark dreadful tangle of trees,
and the deafening roar of flooded streams, produced a queer feeling of
awe and mystery. With utmost humility, Rama addressed the great sage thus: "Most venerable Sage! You are conversant with the past, the present and the future of all; so, the reason why I have entered this forest must be as clear to you as the berry in one's palm. Nevertheless, I feel it right that I should discharge my duty of informing you why I am here, with my wife and brother." Then Rama described how Queen Kaikeyi sent him into exile in the forest, and how brother Bharatha was crowned as ruler of the realm, according to the promise made by the father. The sage listened to the story, and communicated his joy with a face
lit with smiles. He said, "Rama! As you fulfilled their desires then,
you have satisfied my desire now. My austerities, vows and yearning have
at last yielded fruit today. I must confer on Kaikeyi my heartfelt gratitude
and a share of the bliss I am now enjoying." These words from a pure sincere heart moved the sage; he said, in reply,
"O Rama! I am indeed blessed. You are as the Flag that proclaims
the glory of the Raghu Dynasty. For what reason are you voicing thus?
You are the force that fosters the path laid down in the Vedas; you are
the power that safeguards it from harm. Sita is 'the deluding half of
your personality, your Maya'. She creates, maintains and destroys (as
you 'will') worlds beyond worlds. And, Lakshmana is the very bases of
the movable and the immovable, the 'thousand-hooded serpent', the Primal
Sesha-Nag, which upholds the Universe. You have assumed forms, in order
to carry out the wishes of the Gods, that you re-establish righteousness
in the world. You will, I am sure, destroy all demonic hearts, pretty
soon. You will protect the good and the compassionate. Rama! You are the
eternal Witness of the play named 'The World'. The Universe is the 'seen';
you are the Witness. Even the gods fail to gauge your Reality and your
Glory. How then can ordinary mortals understands your Mystery? Only those
who have received your Grace, namely, Wisdom, can claim to have known
something of your Truth and your Majesty. You have taken this human form
in order to promote the peace and security of good men and the gods; as
a consequence, you are conversing and behaving like one of us. Only fools
are misled into behaving that you are a man among men! We are all puppets
who play about as you direct, as you pull the strings. Who are we to direct
you to act thuswise or to stay at a certain place? Rama! Are you planing
to delude us, ascetics, by your words? O, how wonderful is your play!
How realistic is your acting! Don't I know that you are the Director of
this cosmic drama? I cannot understand why you are asking me to select
a spot where you can stay for some time in this forest. Which spot can
I choose and recommend? For, is there any spot in the whole Universe where
you are not, already? Answer me this question, and thereafter, I shall
point out the place to which you can go and where you can stay,"
Valmiki said, looking at the charming face of Rama; in the extremity of
his delight, words melted away on his tongue. "Rama! If you wish that I elaborate further, listen: Stay in the heart of the person who discards the evil in others and loves them for the good they have, who trudges along the journey of life in the path of morality and integrity, who observes approved limits of conduct and behaviour, and who has the faith in thought, word and deed, that the Universe is your creation and that the entire objective world is your body." "Nevertheless, since you have assumed now this human body and come here in order to carry out the commands of your mother and father, and questioned me in that role, I am venturing to answer, as if that role is real. You can reside on the Chitrakuta Hill. It has all facilities for comfortable stay. It is a holy place, and a charming beauty spot. The atmosphere is saturated with love and peace. Lions and elephants roam together there, with no trace of rivalry. The river Mandakini, extolled in the Vedas, flows round the hill. Sages like Athri live there in hermitages, which you can visit and render more sacred. Confer your blessing on that sublime spot and on that dear divine river." As soon as Valmiki gave this direction, Rama agreed and receiving his permission to leave, he resumed his journey with Sita and Lakshmana. Within a short time, they saw the Mandakini, and were happy to bathe in its sacred waters, and perform the prescribed ceremonial rites. They rested awhile under a shady tree, and ate some fruits, before walking over the grass for some distance, admiring the verdure and the scenery. Then, Rama spoke to Lakshmana thus: "Lakshmana! I am at a loss to decide on the exact spot where we can erect a cottage of leaf thatch and bamboo for our stay in this place; I do not find it easy to say which place is good and which is not; so, select and fix upon a spot." No sooner did these words fall on his ears than Lakshmana crumpled on
the ground right at the feet of Rama. He was in evident anguish. "What
wrong have I committed that you should speak to me thus! Is this a sentence
for any sin? Or, are you testing me, and my nature? Or, are you joking
and making fun of me?", he asked. He was in great sorrow and he stood
with his head bent with fear and anxiety. Lakshmana requested Rama and Sita to rest awhile under a tree, and set about collecting poles, leaves, creepers and fibre from tree-barks to spin ropes from. In order to raise a hut spacious enough for three, he dug pits, planted poles, and laboured quickly to complete the construction. When Sita and Rama rose from the shade after some rest, they found the cottage rising before their eyes, a thing of beauty, certain to be a lovely home by all counts. Rama felt that he too should give Lakshmana some help in his work, and so, seeing his brother on the roof, giving the finishing touches, he handed him from the ground bits of string to tie the bundles of dry grass to the crosspoles in order to thicken the thatch. Sita too desired to give a helping hand; she plucked long leaves from the tree branches Lakshmana had brought, and gave sheaves of them into Rama's hands to be passed on to Lakshmana. The house was ready for occupation, even before sunset. Rama looked often and long at the neat little cottage, and he praised the devotion and skill of his brother to Sita, in high terms. Sita too appreciated the house and said that she had at no time seen a dwelling place of such charm; she had for a long time yearned to live in just such a habitation. She told Rama that her long-cherished desire was fulfilled that day. Meanwhile, Lakshmana came down from the roof; he went round the cottage to examine whether anything was wanting. Then, he asked permission from Rama to proceed to the Mandakini for a bath. A short while after, Sita and Rama both went to the river and had their bath; they returned to the cottage and partook of the fruits that Lakshmana had gathered in the morning, and slept soundly on the floor of their new home. Before another day passed, the news that Sita, Rama and Lakshmana had taken residence on the Chitrakuta Hill spread among the hermits of the forest and groups of them, bringing their pupils and comrades, approached the sacred cottage, and after taking Darsan, left for their hermitages. Rama asked them about their health and progress and also enquired about the difficulties they encountered. Rama assured them that whenever they required his service, he was ready, with his brother, to go to their rescue. But they mentioned no difficulties and referred to no troubles. They
said, "Rama! The fact that we have been able to see you is enough
to make our lives trouble-free. We have no difficulties, nor can any difficulty
come into our lives. Your Grace is enough protection for us." They
sat petrified with wonder at the charming personality of Rama. Rama welcomed
the ascetics and treated them with affectionate regard. Seeing him and
being in his presence cooled the pining heart of the ascetics and gave
them immense consolation and confidence. A deep calm descended on their
consciousness. Lakshmana had the unique chance of feasting his eyes upon the Lotus Feet of Sita and Rama, and imbibing the affection they bestowed on Him; so, he forgot everything else, and immersed himself in supreme spiritual ecstasy, Sath-chith-ananda. His mother, Sumithra Devi, or his wife Urmila, or his other kinsmen did not appear before his vision, even in dreams. So austere was his refusal to remember them. Sita too never recalled, even for the fraction of a second, her relatives or parents, or the Cities of Mithila and Ayodhya. She was fixing her eyes and attention on the Lotus Feet of Sri Ramachandra. That was the veritable festival for her eyes; she watched the stream of sages and their consorts who came to Rama for instruction and guidance. Time flowed by her without her noticing the passage of night and day. The chakora bird delights to the point of self-forgetfulness when the moon shines in the sky; so too, Sita reaped delight, fixing her eyes intently on the Face of Rama. For Sita, the lovely little grass-thatched bamboo cottage was so attractive that she forgot the palace of Mithila, where she grew up into maidenhood, and the palace of Ayodhya where she spent years as the Princely Daughter-in-law. That cottage was to her more pleasing and palatial than all the mansions she knew. Off and on, Rama used to relate stories of ancient heroes famed in Puranic lore and describe the varied achievements of persons who had mastered the mysteries of austerity. These were heard by Sita and Lakshmana eagerly and with enthusiasm. In the midst of these narrations, Rama used to remember his parents, and remind them of their grief at being separated from them; on these occasions, Sita had her eyes filled with tears at the thought of her father-in-law and mother-in-law. Drops rolled down her cheeks when she pictured the plight of Queen Kausalya. Suddenly, she pulled herself up, with the thought that she was with Rama, the Lion among Men, that it was not proper to give in to sadness or anxiety in the forest while she was in his presence and that whatever happens must be welcomed as the leela (cosmic play) of her Lord. Thus, Sita spent her days in undiluted happiness in that cottage, with Rama and Lakshmana. They too were guarding her like the lids of the eye against the slightest disturbance or noise that might affect her equanimity, and raise fears in her mind. No worry affected them; no grief or pain or shade of sadness marred their happiness at Chitrakuta. |