RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 58

                                    RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 58

The reply given by the Sons of Vasishtha to the request of Trisanku was wrathful. They called him an evil-minded man. “You have been rejected by our Lord, Vasishtha. He only speaks the truth. How dare you seek any other help? Can you pass by so lightly the son of Brahma? The Ikshvakus know no other High-priest. Once he says no they dare not question his wisdom! Can we dream of the sacrifice pronounced impossible by him?  You act like a child. Blind fortune has made you king. You go back home. Vasishtha alone has the right to conduct any sacrifice. And who are we to dare insult his majesty?”

But the king would not say it quit. “I have been denied by my master. No better treatment have I got from his holy sons. Nothing remains for me now than to seek another protector. You have driven me to it. Goodby!”

The sons of Vasishtha could not believe it. What! A member of Ikshvaku cutting himself away the spiritual ties that bound him! He is seeking the feet of another. What madness to lay the axe at the root of his House! He is a monster. And his heart should be horribly black. They cursed him in a fit of anger. “Wretch! You quite that form of kshatriya. And you take the degraded shape of a Chandala”. They spoke and enter their abode as if to avoid the foul sight of the traitor.

When the morning dawned Trisanku found himself turned into a vile Chandala. Each grade of society is based on the rigid discharge of the duties. Once a member fails in it he becomes what he has made himself. His bright robes flashing with gold and gems became dirty black rags. The stately form of a golden complex now took on a hideous tint. He became dark and more repulsive. He once had shining locks. Now they turned into to a tangled mass of wool. They were short and coarse. Garlands of flowers that had lain on the corpses in the crematorium now graced his shoulders. The ashes of the dead covered his limbs. An unsightly strip of leather lay on his chest. There once gleamed the Sacred Thread of Gold, the badge of the Twice-born. Ornaments of black iron added to the horror of the degradation. His ministers and counselors fled away in fear. And the loyal citizens followed them. but he wended his way all alone. Shame and anger filled his heart. But he stood like Titan. He was unconquerable in spirit. Visvamitra was the man he approached.

Visvamitra looked at the proud scion of the royal race of Ikshvaku. When Trisanku approached him, Visvamitra’s heart was filled with pity. Out of pity, he addressed the Lord of Ayodhya. “Hail to you. And all good! What brings you here? You are a son of a king. Have you fallen on evil days? You are a ruler of the stately Ayodhya. How have you come to be cursed to become a Chandala?”

“I have been spurned by my guru Vasishtha and his sons. I have not got what I sought them for.  What I do not deserve I have received at their hands. I wish to ascend to the world of the Shining ones with my mortal frame. I have performed innumerous sacrifices. But I am not near my goal. I have never lied in my life. So I cannot remember any breach of truth that has nullified the effect of my sacrifices. I am now in adverse conditions. But I swear to you that I speak the truth. I have never failed in my daily discharge of my duties. I have performed sacrifices to the Gods, to the Fathers. I rule my people in a just and wise manner. I have done humble service to my spiritual guides. I always walk the straight path of Right and Duty. But my teachers have not looked upon me with favour. I prayed them to conduct me a rite to gain me a seat among the Gods. I think Fate has played its trick. Fate rules supreme over everything. Fate is the sole Arbitrator of joy and sorrow. I request you to help me. May your glory never grow less! Cruel fate has pierced my shield. It has shattered my spear. It has beaten me down to my knees. I have reached the end of my resources. I throw myself on your limitless compassion. I shall not seek any other protector. For I have no protector. I cling to your holy feet. I will not leave your feet even if Vasishtha aske me to go back to him. I have utmost confidence in your power to make my Fate powerless.”  

                                                                         

                                         RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 57

                                                                           TRISANKU

Visvamitra took his defeat badly. He went with his wife to the South. He performed stern Tapas there. Wild roots and fruits were his only food. His rebellious senses were well under restraint. Several sons were born to him. Havishyanda, Madhushyanda and Dridhanetra were among the sons. They were righteous and of straight speech.

A thousand years passed. And at the end of it, Brahma stood before him. He said, “O son of Gadhi! Your Tapas has won for you the bright regions of Rajarshi.” Then he went back to his world.

But Visvamitra was not satisfied. He was not satisfied with being a Rajarishi. So he resumed his Tapas. It was at about this time Trisanku ruled Ayodhya. He was a man of truthful speech. He wished to perform a sacrifice and win a place in the mansions of the Blessed. He wanted to go there in the very body he had on earth. He called Vasishtha. Vasishtha was the high-priest of the Ikshvakus. Trisanku humbly submitted his prayer to him.

Vasishtha said that though such a thing was possible, he would not perform the rite. For, he had looked into the three records of Trisanku’s past. It was not conducive to perform the rite. So desist from such rash resolve.” Vasishtha was stern in his resolve.

Trisanku was foiled in his dearest wish. So he went to the South. There numerous sons of Vasishtha were engaged in Tapas. They were shining with radiant but latent energy. Thus a glorious sight they presented. Trisanku approached them in humble guise. He laid his head at their holy feet. He stood up and bent low over his joined palms. “I take refuge in you. You are the last refuge of the hopeless. I prayed humbly to Vasishtha. But he has refused me what I asked for. I long for going to the world of the Blessed with my body. I pray you to perform for me a sacrifice. Bless me out of your noble hearts. And please assist in this sacrifice. Since my Master has refused me, I come to his radiant sons. I know that for the Ikshvakus the High-priest is their God. The High-priest is the Fountain of Power and Wisdom. And as such he is the shield and spear of the Kings. And after them you stand, the holy Brahmanas. You are my Guardian Angels.”              

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 56

                                              RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 56

                                                          BRAHMANA VERSUS KSHATRIYA

It only required a small spark to kindle the fire. And Visvamitra madly rushed toward Vasishtha. “Stay, stay, you braggart!” Visvamitra cried. “Do you hope to beard the lion in his den? Do you hope to flee from here unscathed?” And Visvamitra hurled at him the flaming weapon. It was a weapon of the God of fire.

But Vasishtha raised his staff. “You vile wretch of a Kshatriya! I won’t flee. And I would give you a chance to parade your strength. You parade your brand of new weapons. Mark my words, your spirit will be destroyed. Your conceit in the magical weapons will also be destroyed. Pah! Your warrior energy! It is like the morning mist before the burning rays. Shame on you! You are a standing disgrace to your noble ancestors! You want to show off your child’s toys before me? Well, you will have a taste of my Brahmana might. It is divine in nature, mind you”.

The rushing of Weapons of the Fire God was quenched out of existence. It was like streaming cold water putting out a blazing fire.

Vesvamitra was speechless with rage and grief. He sped against Vasishtha. He sent forth a stream of magic weapons. They are: the darts of Varuna, Rudra, Indra and Pasupati; and Aishika, the Manava, the Mohana, the Gandharva, the Svapana, the Jrimbhana, the Madana, the Santapana, the Vilpana, the Soshana, Darana; the Vajra; the noose of Brahma, of Yama and of Varuna; the Pinakastra, dear to Siva; two bolts, the wet and dry; the Dandastra, the Paisachastra, and the Kraunchastra; the Dharmachakra, Kalachakra, Vishnuchakara; Vayavyastra, Mathanastra, Hayasiras; two Saktis; Kankala, Musala, Vidyadharastra, Kalastra, Trisula, Kapala, and Kankana. All these and many more Visvamitra sent against a serene Vasishtha. And indeed it was wonderful to behold or watch. The saintly son of Brahma was swallowing one after another with his Rod.

Thereafter Visvamitra held aloft the Brahmastra. And he hurled it at his enemy. The three worlds trembled in fear. The Brahmastra was speeding towards Vasishtha. The sage of stern wows did not stir. He did not even lift a finger to ward of the Brahmastra. His mighty Brahmana staff was charged with immeasurable energy. Vasishtha got the staff after ages of meditation on the Supreme. It absorbed the Brahmastra and nothing was left of it. The supernatural form of Vasishtha was fearful to think. And his staff was enveloped in sheets of flame. It was like the smokeless Fire of Destruction. It was also like the Rod of Time.

Then the sages prayed humbly, “O, Master of Enchantments! Your might is inconceivable. Your might is invincible. Visvamitra of mighty Tapas has been humbled by you. O, Master of Magic Potent, be gracious. And give peace and rest to the trembling worlds.”

But Visvamitra sighed in impotent rage. He felt his heart would break. “Shame upon the puny or little warrior might!” he said. “The Brahmana energy, now that is something to pray for. All my arms were baffled by that single staff in the hand of a Brahmana! I shall calm myself and become serene. I will set myself on the path that leads to the coveted eminence of a Brahmana.”                                              

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 55

                                              RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 55

                                                          VASHISHTHA AND VISVAMITRA

Sabala’s warriors were hard pressed by the Astras of Visvamitra. Vasishtha cried to the cow, “your power is infinite. Bring forth fresh troops through your Yogic power.” At his word, Sabala gave forth a mighty grunt. Immediately there stood before her many armies. The Kambhojas were radiant like the sun. From her udders sprang forth Paplavas. They were fully armed. Yavanas came forth from her organs of generation. Sakas from her organs of excretion. Countless Mlechchas, Haritas and Kiratas came from every pore of her body. Soon nothing remained of the vast armies of Visvamitra. There were neither horses, nor chariots, nor elephants nor soldiers.

The ruler had a hundred sons. They were in a fury. They fell upon Vasishtha. He was a master of dread spells. He cried “Hum”. And they lay there in a heap of ashes. Their father became very angry. Shame gnawed him. He was also grief-stricken. Visvamitra was a miserable man. The king’s pride was broken. His energy was lost. His dear sons and proud army were destroyed. He became powerless even to lift a finger in defending them. But he resolved to live. He wanted to take revenge on his foe. He made a son king in his place. Visvamitra advised him to rule wisely. Then he went to the Himalayas. By terrible austerities he propitiated Mahadeva. Long years passed thus. At last Mahadeva appeared before him on his Bull.

“Why are these severe penances? What is your wish and you will have them? For, I am the Giver of Boons. And you have found favour with me. Speak and don’t hesitate.” Visvamitra bowed low in front of the Lord Mahadeva. He said to the Lord, “I wish to be initiated in the science of war. I want to be initiated in all its branches. Reveal to me its innermost secret. I want to know its potent spells unknown to others. I want perfect mastery over magic weapons of the Devas, the Asuras, the Gandharvas, the Yakshas, and the Rakshasas, sages and brave heroes.” “So be it” assented Mahadeva and vanished from view. And the proud Visvamitra became prouder still. He thought the feeble Vasishtha was already a dead man.

Visvamitra went straight to the peaceful hermitage of Vasishtha. He let loose the fires of his vengeance. The lovely spot became a lonely waste. The Saints fled away. Hundreds of thousands of them were scattered. After them, the disciples fled. The beasts and birds of the forest followed them. A moment ago it was a scene of peace and calm meditation. But now it was turned into a lonely waste.

Vasishtha was at last shaken out of his philosophical indifference. But he cried out in time, “Don’t be afraid, my friends. I will annihilate this son of Gadhi. He turned to Visvamitra and hissed, “Wretched fool! You have destroyed the shelter of many an innocent thing. your cup of iniquity is full. Your hour has come.”

He held aloft his magic wand. It was terrible as the smokeless Fire of Dissolution or as the fearful Rod of Death.                 

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 54

                                    RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 54

                                                                SABALA FIGHTS

Visvamitra found the sage, Vasishtha unwilling to part with “the cow of plenty.” So he used force and began to drag it away. Sabala was sad at heart and burning with grief. She said to herself, “Has the sage forsaken me? Has he delivered me to the king? I have never offended the sage. Why then did he cast me off?”

All at once she made up her mind to fight her way out. She shook the king’s menial crowd off as though they were feathers. And then she went back to stand beside her master. She appealed to Vasishtha with sobs and moans. She spoke to the sage. “O, child of Brahma? The king’s servants drag me away by force. Is it that you have cast me off?”

“Don’t you know, Sabala that you are like a sister to me? That I will not be ready to part with you? But it is the king who takes you away by force. It is against my will. He is a mighty monarch. He is immensely proud of his might. He is a great warrior. He is lord and master of wide lands. He has millions to do his biddings. They stand there like sands of the ocean in number. There are chariots, horses, elephants and infantry. Now, don’t you see he is mightier than me?

Salaba heard him out. And then gave the answer in humility. “Lord! The warrior’s strength and might is nothing before the radiant energy of a Brahmana. Because it is not of earth! It is divine in nature. A kshatria is as chaff before a gale. He cannot pit himself against a Brahmana. I know your potent might. It is utterly immeasurable. Visvamitra is a bold warrior. Yes, but what is he before your awful might?  The terrible Brahmic energy is stored in me. Say one word, Lord. I will reduce the king’s armies in a moment.

“Be it so. Bring forth your mighty armies. Let them scatter to the wind the proud armies of the King.”

No sooner had the sage said the words than Sabala uttered “Hump”. There came into view vast hordes of Paplavas. Hundreds and thousands of them came forth. They spread ruin and confusion among the ranks of the enemy. All this happened right before the eyes of Visvamitra.

But soon he recovered himself. His splendid army was cruelly wrecked. He was roused to fury. He rushed forth in his chariot. He was red in his eyes. He rained arrows and small weapons upon the Paplavas. They were laid low, every one of them.

Sabala was sad at what happened. She brought forth the fierce Sakas, Yavanas and Kambhojas. They marched forth against the enemy. So numerous they were that they hid the earth from view. Visvamitra hurled magical weapons upon them. And the Yavanas, the Kambhoojas, the Paplavas and the Sakas were scattered to the wind.       

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 53

                                                  RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 53

                                                             “GIVE ME THE COW OF PLENTY”

Sabala was the cow of plenty. As directed by Vasishtha, Sabala supplied everyone with his heart’s needs. It supplied juice of sugar cane, honey, fried rice, Maireya and such like costly liquor. It also supplied delicious drinks, various kinds of cakes, heaps of hot cooked rice, curious varieties of deliciously prepared food, soups, Dadhikulyas (rice prepared with milk) and countless plates of silver heaped up with various sweet extracts and pies of six different tastes.

The well-fed troops of Visvamitra were rendered happier than before. Such was the grand repast. The royal sage Visvamitra was mightily pleased. He thanked Vasishtha for the kingly repast. “Reverend Sir, right royally have I been entertained by you. I would like to make a humble request. Will you please give me this Sabala of yours and get a hundred thousand cows in exchange? She is a gem, the best of her kind. I need not say she should be with me. And that would be her lawful place. You know best that the best and the rarest product belongs to the king. So give her to me”.

“Hunreds of crores of such cows will not induce me to part with Sabal,” said Vasishtha. “Sabala can’t be removed from me. My offerings to the Gods and the Fathers, to the sacred Fires, visible and invisible, my oblations and my daily sustenance depend on her. It endows me with perfect health and serenity. And she is all in all to me. So I am not in a position to give it to you.”

This certain refusal only heightened the desire of the King. He offered now fourteen thousands of lordly elephants with golden chains. He also offered eight hundred chariots of gold. A thousand and ten high-bred steeds from Kambhoja and Bahlika which trace their pedigree to Uchchaisravas and Gandharvas. One crore of young and healthy kine. Will you take this and give me Sabala?”

But Vasishtha spoke sternly. “You are of matchless wisdom. Sabala shall never be thine. She is my gems. She is my wealth. She is everything to me. She is my very life. You have my last word upon this subject. Everything you offer me I can have by a simple wish. I am not insane to part with her to you.”                  

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 52

                                                  RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 52

                                                        VASISHTHA WELCOMES VISVAMITRA

Visvamitra was glad to see the best of saints. Vasishtha welcomed him. He gave his seat to him.  He entertained his royal guest cheerfully.  He gave Visvamitra roots and fruits. The pleased monarch made respectful inquiries. All was well with himself. He had his sacred fires and disciples and his hermitage. He asked Visvamitra, “How are you? Do you rule over your subjects as becomes a noble king? Do you see that your servants want for nothing? Do they give ready obedience to your commands? Do your enemies acknowledge your might? Is it all right with your armies, your revenues, your friends, kith and kin?”

“Yes, Holy One. Fortune favourse me still,” replied the royal guest. Time passed swiftly. They were discussing on things high and holy. The mutual delight was increasing with the passing of time. At length, Vasishtha said, “My desire is great to offer my hospitality to your armies and you. Please accept my hospitality. You are my king and I cannot honour you enough.

“That you have already done” replied Visvamitra. “You have given roots and sweet fruits. You have given crystal water to wash and drink. And last not the least you have given your presence, which is all purifying. And now give me leave to touch your feet and leave to depart.”

But the noble Vasistha pressed him again and again to stay. And the king could not deny. He said, “I obey. I bow to your sweet pleasure.”

Then Vasishtha called the spotted calf, Nandini and said, “I want to treat the armies and the king right royally. You see that they have princely fare. Give them everything they desire. Give them whether it is meat or drink, food of every kind imaginable. Whether it is bitter, sweet, or acrid give everyone according to his taste. Let them sip, quaff or eat. Give them abundantly, mind you? You will do all this for my sake. And don’t tarry!”

                                                                         

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN, CHAPTER 51, VISVAMITRA'S VISIT TO VASISHTHA

                                             RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 51

                                                   VISVAMITRA’S VISIT TO VASISHTHA

The words of Visvamitra filled Satananda’s heart with delight. For he was the eldest son of Gautama! He gazed at Rama with wonder. He turned to address Visvamitra.

“Mighty One! You have my thanks for having brought Rama in front of my mother. I have no doubt she offered due hospitality. It is a pity she had nothing better to offer than meagre products of the woods. I am sure Rama was told the story of my mother’s fate. Now she has been restored to her lord, my father. Thanks to the all-purifying presence of Rama she has been cleansed of the sin. I hope Rama was fitly entertained by my father.”

“Nothing was slack” said an enthusiastic Visvamitra. It was my care that everything went smoothly. You may set your heart at rest, sir. Like Renuka was restored to her lord Jamadagni your mother was restored to your father.”

Satananda addressed Rama, “Hail to you, you Lord of men. And I welcome you gladly. It was fortunate that you have accompanied the Holy Visvamitra. He has done wonderous deeds through his Tapas. He is matcheless in glory. Among Brahma Rishi he occupies no mean place. You are fortunate to have been guarded by him. Listen to me while I tell you about his royal race of Kausika.

The Four-faced One had a son, Kusa. And from him descended father and son, Kusnabha and Gadhi and Visvamitra. He was a great king. For thousands of years, he ruled over his empire. He was steadfast in virtue. He was a master of all the knowledge of his time.

One day he toured his vast dominions and the lands around. He marched at the head of his army. He passed through kingdoms and stately towns. He crossed noble rivers and over high mountains. He halted at every holy spot and hermitage. He at last came to the house of Vasishtha.

It was a lovely spot. It was Brahma’s own Celestial seat. There were tall trees. They spread their shade around. Under the shades gazed or reposed many a forest beast. Siddhas and Charanas, Devas and Danvas, Gandharvas and kinnaras came often to the spot. While Brahma Rishis and Devarishis made it their home. There were many hermits of fiery lustre. But all of them were of restrained senses and sweet manners. Valakhilyas thronged the place. Vaikhanasas made the holy place holier.

Such was the hermitage of Vasishtha. And such a sight made the king filled with wonder.

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 50, AT MITHILA

                                   RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 50

                                                                  AT MITHILA

They proceeded north-east. Presently they found the sacrificial grounds of Janaka. “Reverend Sir,” Rama said to Visvamitra, “Janaka has made splendid arrangements for his sacrifice. Lovely cottages for the sages dot the whole country. I think Brahmins who are masters of the Vedas stay here by the hundreds. Point out to us some convenient spot where we may encamp.” Accordingly, Visvamitra pitched their quarters away from the noise and bustle.

Janaka was at once informed of their arrival. He came out to welcome them. The Holy Satananda led the way. The priests followed the Royal Chaplain. They offered high reverence. Visvamitra accepted the honour. He enquired the king of his health and progress of his sacrificial rite. Janaka replied properly. He asked about their welfare and journey. Then he offered seats to Visvamitra and other sages.

Janaka turned to Visvamitra and said, “This day has crowned the preparation I have been making for the sacrifice. I have realised the object of my holy toil. I am thrice blessed. You have agreed to grace my sacrificial ground. These ascetics of pure vows have also accompanied you. The Gods will come down here to accept their shares of offerings.”

He resumed with joy, “Who are these youths. They are God-like in might. They are of lordly gait like the elephant or the tiger or the bull. They have large and lustrous eyes. They are like the rosy petals of the blown lotus. How they shine in the martial attire. They have bow in hand, sword by their sides and the well-filled quivers peeping from behind. More like the Aswins, the heavenly twins. Are they Gods themselves? How could they have come all the way on foot? What do they seek? Who are they here for? Face, features, gestures, gait, speech, the keenest eye cannot distinguish the one from the other.  Whose sons they are? They are Lords of men. Why have they trod this wild and dreadful path? May I know the truth that lies behind this?

And Visvamitra  related the visit of the royal sons of Dasaratha to Siddhasrama. How they utterly destructed the Rakshasas and their stay at Visala on the way. How Ahalya was released from her curse. How they met the holy Gautama. And last, how they are eager to see the mighty bow he has. Thus he recounted their remarkable journey to Janaka and paused.    

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RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 49, AHALYA AND RAMA

                                                     RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 49

                                                                   AHALYA AND RAMA

Indra was deprived of his vital organs. Indra sought out the gods and sages. He cried to them in fear. “It was for you I seduced Ahalya. You were afraid of Gautama’s Tapas. And you wanted me to somehow spoil the same. And now you see the consequences. I am deprived of the vital power. And my partner in crime is put away from her husband in anger. But I have caused him to utter a curse. Which has considerably lessened his might and energy. So it is your duty to restore me my power I lost because of you.”

Then the Devas, the Sages, and the Charanas approached the Fathers. Agni was their spokesman. He said, “Our Lord and Master has ravished the wife of Gautama. He has cursed him. The curse has rendered him an object of pity and scorn. Because he has lost his virile power. We set him on the task. Now he blames us. You may transfer the scrota of the goat to him.” The Fathers approved the suggestion of Agni. They transferred to Indra the scrota of the goat.

Then the Fathers gladly accepted the offering of the goat without its scrota. From that day Indra goes about with the scrota of the goat. Let us now, Rama dear, approach the precincts of Gautama’s hermitage. It is given to you to release Ahalya from the curse of her husband.”

Rama followed Visvamitra into the hermitage. Lakshmana followed Rama. They saw the dame there. The denizens of the worlds above and below could not see her fiery radiance. The penance of thousands of years had given her such brilliance. She looked like some creation of a divine artist. She was more radient than the Queen of Night. Ahalya looked more like the blinding effulgence of the noon-day sun. There she stood invisible to the mortals and immortals. But now her hour has struck for her release. She burst upon the wondering eyes of her visitors like some sweet vision.

The royal youths hastened to touch her feet in reverence. She offered to them the highest rites of hospitality. They accepted her hospitality with a pleased heart. Flowers showered from the high heavens. Gandharvas and the Apsarasas scored music. “Bravo” cried the Celestial hosts, “well and nobly done” They paid high worship to Gautama’s spouse.

Then there came Gautama from the far-off Himalayas. The happy pair offered worship to Rama. Thereafter Gautama resumed his life of calm meditation and holy vows in the company of his wife, Ahalya. Rama took up his march to Mithila following the Holy One.

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 48, AHALYA

                                          RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 48

                                                                                 AHALYA

Visvamitra and Sumati mutually enquired of each other’s welfare. Then Sumati said, “Hail to You! Who are these youths? They are like the monarch of the forests. They are majestic in gait like an elephant or a bull. They have eyes like blown lotus. How they shine in their martial attire! They are more like the heavenly twins, the Asvins! Have these gods come from their heavenly abode to this dull earth? Have they walked on foot all the way? What do they seek? Who are they here for? Face, features, gestures, gait, speech, the keenest eye cannot distinguish the one from the other. Why have they trod this wild path? May I know the truth?”

And to this the sage related their stay at the Siddhasrama, and the destruction of the Rakshasas. Sumati was very much pleased. He was pleased to entertain the sons of the ruler of Ayodhya. They spent there a night and at day-break left for Mithila.

The charming capital of Janaka delighted the sages.

On their way, Rama noticed a lonely hermitage. It was at the outskirts of the city. It was old and untenanted. Rama said, “This place remains me your hemitage, sir. Master, who did dwell here last?”

“Listen to me while I narrate to you the story of the story that includes the curse of this hermitage by the sage, Gautama. This was one of the farest spots on earth. He lived here with his wife, Ahalya. He was engaged in a long course of Tapas.

The Lord of the celestials loved Ahalya. He was ever on his watch to accomplish his wishes. One day the sage was away from the cottage. He approached Ahalya in the guise of Gautama. He extolled Ahalya in flowery words. “Love is a merciless tyrant. Man has no power on to stay his will. I am not master of myself. It is not your season. Fold me in your soft arms!”

Ahalya knew it was the Ruler of the Celestials. That he was not her husband. But in her heart she had a soft spot for Indra. She lent an ear to the tempter and –was lost.

She spoke to him later, “I am pleased with you, sir. But leave here before it is too late.”

When Indra was leaving the hermitage, Gautama himself came towards him.   

Gods and Asuras stood in hushed awe of him. He was fresh from his bath. The sacred grass were in his hand. He also held a bundle of firesticks. Indra quailed in terror. The calm glance of Gautama pierced into his very soul. His face grew ghastly pale. “Impious wretch! You dared to soil my pure abode. You have come in my name and in my form! I turn you into a pitiful eunuch.” No sooner the words were out of Gautama’s lips than the scrota of Indra fell away from his body!

Next he turned to Ahalya, “You lie here for thousands of years. You would be weary and hungry. No mortal eye shall see you. At a future age, one Rama, son of Dasaratha will come this way. Then only shall the fate shall fall away from you. Then your heart will know peace and joy. Then alone you shall take your place beside me.”

He took his bright presence away from the ill-fated One. He left this holy place for the pleasant peaks of Himalaya.  

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 47 THE BIRTH OF THE MARUTS

                                                      RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 47

                                                                 THE BIRTH OF THE MARUTS

Diti was overwhelmed with sorrow. She said to Indra, “Oh You, the destroyer of the Asura Vala! It is certainly through my fault that my embryo has been cut to pieces. It is no blame of you. You did your duty. And the hand of Fate directed you. However, I would be happy if you would grant me a request of mine. These seven pieces shall be gifted with the form of Light. They shall rule over various air currents. They shall be their Informing Deities. Gagana would be in the world of Brahma. Sparsa in your world. Vayu in Bhuvar Loka. And Anila, Prana, Pranesvara and Jiva in the four quarters of the world of mortals. These shall range the various regions in peace and take the name of Maruts. If behoves you to do them this favour at least.”

Indra bowed and replied, “Mother, I grant you this favour. My brothers shall course through all the regions. Thus Indra and his mother, Diti made an agreement. He faithfully observed the request ever after. Then they departed to the world of immortals. And, Rama! This is the very spot where Diti was waited upon by Indra.

The royal Ikshvaku begot a son from Alambusa. The son’s name was Visala. He founded the city that goes by his name. Hemachandra, Suchandra, Dhumrasava, Srinjaya, Sahadeva, Kusasva, Somadatta and Kakutstha, succeeded one another. And Sumati is the present ruler of Visala. Ikshvaku gifted them the length of years, steadfastness in virtue and prowess. We shall rest here for the night. And tomorrow you will have the pleasure of being welcomed by Janaka, the King.

Meanwhile, Sumati heard of the approach of Visvamitra. He hastened to offer him a royal welcome. He extended to his guests similar hospitality.

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 46, THE BIRTH OF THE MARUTS.

                                                         RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN

                                                                               CHAPTER 46

                                                                     THE BIRTH OF THE MARUTS

Diti’s heart was heavy with grief. Because her numerous sons, the Asuras, were destroyed by the Devas. She approached her husband, Kasyapa. She prayed to him, “My children have been killed. They were killed by the Devas sprung of you. I pray for your grace so I could go into austerities. I want to beget a son who would bring about the death of Indra.”

Kasyapa’s heart was moved by the grief of the mother. “Be it as you desire,” he said. “Observe for a thousand years a strict vow. And you will have a son. He would be the Lord of the three worlds.” He gave her his blessings. And then he departed to resume his Tapas.

Diti went to Kusaplavana and observe the long vow. Indra waited upon her. He supplied her with the sacred grass, firesticks, water, fruits, roots and fire. He pressed her limbs when she was tired. He fanned her when she was hot. He was her right hand.

990 years passed this way. One day Diti turned to Indra and said, “My dear, your father Kasyapa was kind enough to accord me a boon. Only ten short years and then you will see your brother. It is true I wanted to have a son to kill you. But you have won over my heart by your service. I will bring a perfect harmony between you. And thus the three worlds will rest in peace.”

But presently she fell asleep in the heat of the noon. The hair of her head fell upon her feet. Thus she became impure. Indra laughed with joy. “You are a fool,” he cried. “You thought you are about to attain the fruits of your Tapas!”

Then he entered her body with his Vajra and hacked the embryo into seven pieces. They pitifully cried. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry!” Indra replied. But they continued to cry. Diti awoke. She cried, “Don’t slay, don’t slay!”

Indra stopped at her command. He came out of her and stood with pressed palms. “My mother! You happened to fall asleep and your hair touched your feet. You thus became impure. I took advantage of the situation and hacked the embryo. Thus I wanted to get rid of my rival. Please forgive me,” Indra beseeched. 

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 45, THE CHURNING OF THE OCEAN

                                                   RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 45

                                                              THE CHURNING OF THE OCEAN

When Visvamitra ended the narration, there was deep silence. In awestruck silence, Rama spoke, “Reverend Master! The descent of Ganga and the digging of the ocean by the sons of Sagara are quite strange!”

The audience took leave of the master to take rest. The princes lay awake. They were thinking over the marvellous recital. The next day dawned. They rose and went through the morning observances. Then they approached Visvamitra and said, “Holy one! The night passed away all too soon. A boat designed for an ascetic like you awaits you. Shall we cross this stream?”

“So be it” replied Visvamitra. And soon they were on the other side of the stream. They rested there for a while. From where they sat the towers of the famous visala rose into view. Soon they resumed their journey. They were on the way toward the capital. Rama asked the master about the city. “May I request to know which royal race rules the race here at present?”

Visvamitra started to tell the past history of Visala. “In the last Krita Yuga the sons of Diti were very powerful. While the sons of Aditi were mighty and good. “How shall we escape the aging and the horrors of death?” so they thought the Devas and the Asuras. At last, they hit upon a plan. They resolved to churn the Milky Ocean. It was to have the Ambrosia that would spring from there. That would ensure them immortality. Well, they set to work. The Milky Ocean was the churning pot. The Mount Mandara was the churn. Vasuki was the king of serpents. It was the rope. And they churned continuously for thousands of years. Then the rope, Vasuki vomited deadly poison.

First rose the fiery venom Halahala. It began to consume the worlds and everything therein. It consumed men and gods, birds and beasts. The Lords of Light sought the presence of Mahadeva. In His home of Ice and Snow, they prayed Him. “Lord of Beings! Rudra of terrible energy! Giver of all Good! We take our refuge in You. And we seek the shadow of Your feet. Save us, O Lord! Save us from the cruel Fate.”

And there came the Lord Vishnu. His broad shoulders were graced with the Conch and Disc. He spoke to the Wielder of the Trident. “These gods here churned the Milky Ocean. And they have come here to offer you the first fruits of their labor.” He smiled charmingly at Mahadeva. “For you are the first-born among them. and it behoves you to accept this Halahala. Take this as your portion and save the gods from destruction.”

He disappeared then and there. And the Mahadeva was moved by the fear of the gods. He came to the Ocean of Milk and swallowed the dread Halahala. He drank it even as though it were the sweet Ambrosia. After that, he returned to his mountain home. The gods resumed their arduous work.

But a fresh misfortune was in store for them. The Mount Mandara, their churn, sank from view. It sank deep into the regions of Patala. Once again the gods raised their supplication to the Lord Vishnu. “All creation lives and moves in You. Lead us out of this mishap. And find a way to keep the mountain firm, while we churn the Ocean.”

And Hari went into the deep waters as a mighty Tortoise. And he bore the mountain on his back. And his extended hands grasped it at the top. Thus he studied the whirling mass. It was a wonderful sight. He stood among the gods and churned the Ocean.

A thousand years passed. And there arose Dhanvantari, the God of Health. He appeared with staff and water-pot. Next, the lovely Apsarasas came. They were sixty thousand in number. Their attendants were past count. They were called Apsarasas since the Charming Ones formed the essence that sprang from the churning. The essence is Rasa ad the waters is apas. The gods would have none of them. the Asuras too did not want them. So they became common women.

Next came forth Varuni. She was the daughter of Varuna. Varuna was the Lord of Waters. And Varuni looked around in the hope that someone would take her as a wife. But the sons of Diti turned away from her in pride. The gods took her to themselves. Hence the name ‘Asuras’. That the sons of Diti went by(those that did not accept Sura or Varuni). While the gods rejoiced in the appellation of Suras(the Lords of Sura).

Next came Uchchaisravas, the Prince of horses. Then came Kaustubha, the Gem of divine lustre. At last came Amrita, the Waters of Immortality.

The celestials fought for it fiercely. There followed a terrible battle between the sons of Aditi and the Asuras and the Rakshasas. All beings were afraid of the battle. Fearful was the carnage among the Asuras. And they were about to be destroyed. When the ungodly sons of Diti were laid low, Lord Vishnu appeared. He appeared among the fighters as a charming siren (a dream of beauty). He thus lured away the hearts of the unrighteous ones. It was an illusion cast by the Master of Illusions. And he bore away the hard-won Amrita. And they who tried to bar his way fell. They were the unfortunate Asuras. He was the ruler of the Universe, the Supreme One. Thus the impious brood of Diti were defeated by the angels. The angels of the Peace were the servants of the Lord. And Indra, their king, regained his empire over the worlds. He was the ruler of gods and mortals, saints and sages and ruled wisely and well.    

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 44, THE END OF THE QUEST

                                                RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 44

                                                                    THE END OF THE QUEST

Accompanied by Ganga, the king reached the ocean. And they came to the place below the earth. There his ancestors lay reduced to ashes.

They were washed by the holy waters.  Brahma came to the place. He said, “The 60,000 sons of Sagara have been freed from their evil fate. And there have been raised to the heaven. They will for long enjoy the bliss of Svarga. This Gana shall be a first-born daughter to you. She shall be known in the names you gave her: Ganga, Tripathaga, Divya, and Bhagirathi. Offer libations of water to the manes of your grandfathers. Your immediate forefathers were unable to accomplish their object. Amsuman tried but failed to bring Ganga down to earth. Dilipa tried in vain to bring Ganga down to earth. But you have been able to accomplish your vow. You are best of men. You have won highest glory ever given to mortals. Bathe in the sacred waters and rise pure. Don’t forget to offer libation of waters to your manes. I shall go back to my abode while you do the same.” Thus spoke Brahma and departed to his seat in Heaven.

Thereupon discharged his duties as the holy books lay down. He returned to his capital with enhanced lustre. He ruled his kingdom well and wisely. The world rejoiced when the king came back again.

Thus I have narrated to you, Rama, the episode of Ganga. All hail to you! Let us disperse. For the time of the evening prayers is close at hand. This narrative is of extraordinary virtue. It realises for you all your wishes—fame, length of years, offspring, and the highest heavens. You can recite this before the regenerate ones, Pitris and Devas. He who listens to this with attention will experience his sins falling away.  His days increase on earth and his glory.” 

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN,--CHAPTER 43, DESCENT OF GANGA

                                RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 43

                                                 DESCENT OF GANGA

After Brahma went away, Bhagiratha spent another year in hard austerities. He raised his arms above his head. They were held straight. He stood on his toes. Air was his only food. His self was controlled and calm.

After one year, Maheshwara stood before him. Maheshwara was the Spouse of Uma. You have won my favour. And I shall do your pleasure. I shall even bear upon my head the Daughter of the Mountain.”

Thereupon the river Ganga increased her size and force. She fell with great force from lofty heavens, fell upon the peaceful head of Siva. She thought, “I will carry Sankara along with me and enter the nether region. The three-eyed Hara was angry with Ganga for her pride. He resolved to hide her from all sight. So when Ganga fell on the sacred head of Siva, she could not come down on earth. Ganga tried her level best. But she could not come down on earth. She was entangled in Mahadeva’a coils of matted hair. For countless years she was wandering through the pathless labyrinths. So she felt giddy. Seeing this, Bhagiratha again started with his austerities to please Siva.

Siva’s heart grew soft towards him. And he let Ganga down gently to the earth. Ganga came down from His coils in seven streams. Of which Hladini, Plavini and Nalini carried the waters to the east. Suchakshu, Sita and Sindhu flowed through the kingdoms of the west. And the last followed in the wake of Bhagiratha. He went forth in his beautiful car. Ganga’s waters rushed fast and furiously. Countless fish, tortoises, porpoises and other aquatic creatures continuously fell from the hight. And the Celestials came there to see that wonderful Descent of Ganga to the earth. Now swift, now slow, now straight like an arrow, now crooked, now with a sudden fall, now shooting upwards Ganga fell upon the earth with a sound of thunder. Descending upon Siva’s head and from there to earth, the waters became purer and holier. In the sacred water, everyone washed pure of his/her sins.

The royal sage Bhagiratha went before on his car. And Ganga followed in his footsteps. Gods and other beings like Danavas followed joyfully the Holy River. On its way, she decided to flow through the sacrificial ground of the sage, Jahnu. She swept away everything. Such pride and audacity angered the holy sage. So he drew into himself the waters of Ganga. The gods and sages were amazed at this wonderful sight. They soothed the wounded dignity of the great sage. “This Ganga,” they said, “shall be known as the daughter of Jahnu”. Mollified at this the sage let out Ganga through his ear. Hence she earned the names, “The daughter of Jahnu and Jahnavi.” Again she resumed her course behind the car of Bhagiratha. She proceeded onward until she reached the vast ocean. And then proceeded towards the Rastala for the accomplishment of Bhagiratha’s purpose.

The royal sage took Ganga to the nether regions upon his ancestors reduced to a heap of ashes. The holy waters of the Ganga bathed the ash pile and the owners thereof. They were all purified of their sins. Thus, through Bhagiratha’s austerities, they ascended to the High Heavens.  

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 42

                                              RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 42

                                                                BHAGIRATHA’S PENANCE

When Sagara died, the subjects decided his grandson Amsuman should rule over them. Amsuman was a great king. His son’s name was Dilipa. Amsuman resigned the kingdom in favour of his son. He himself retired to the mountains to perform fearful austerities. 32,000 years had passed. And then the call came for him from Heaven. And Dilipa came to know of the destruction of his grandfathers. He was overwhelmed with grief. But he did not know what to do. “How shall I bring down Ganga? How shall I offer the grandfathers libations of holy water? How shall relieve them of their fate?” This sorrow ate into his heart. And to him was born a son, Bhagiratha. He excelled his father in saintliness. Dilipa performed many a sacrifice. People rejoiced under his rule which lasted 32,000 years. He did not know how to raise his departed grandfathers to Heaven. He died of a broken heart.

Bhagiratha was a royal sage. He had everything he could wish for. But he yearned in vain for a son. He entrusted his rule to his able ministers. He resolved to bring down Ganga. He went to the sacred Gokarna. There he spent long years. He performed terrible austerities. He placed himself in the midst of five fires. And he withdrew his senses into his heart. He raised his arms above his head and did perform fearful penance. He only took a meal once in a month. Then appreciating his penance, Brama came to him. He spoke to him, “Bhagiratha, the Lord of men! I am pleased with your Tapas. Ask me whatever you want and it shall be given to you!” Bhagiratha asked for the sons of Sagara to receive libations of water at his hands. He also wanted for the Ganga water to flow over their ashes. Let them rejoice in Heaven. And let me have a son. And may the race of ikshvaku ever remain upon Earth.”

“You are a mighty hero,” said Brahma. You shall get what you ask for. The royal race of Ikshavku shall owe to you for the undying glory. Ganga shall come down to earth. But the earth cannot stand the force of the Ganga flowing from Heaven. I cannot see anyone who could bear it safely. Except Mahadeva, no one could bear Ganga. So you seek His help.” Having said those word, Brahma went back to his radiant world.    

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN, CHAPTER 41, AMSUMAN'S QUEST

                                                             RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN

                                                                             CHAPTER 41

                                                                      AMSUMAN’S QUEST

Sagara waited for his 60000 sons to return for a long time. Then he decided to send his grandson. “You are very brave and well-educated. You are like your forefathers in power and energy. Bring me news of your parents. And also bring news of who had gone away with the horse. The beings inhabiting the interior of the earth are very powerful. Arm yourself with bow and sword. Offer reverence to those who deserve it. And don’t spare anyone who might prevent you. I must complete this sacrifice. Come back to me with good news.” Thus Sagara sent his grandson on his quest.

Amsuman set out on his quest. He was armed with his sword and bow. He soon came upon the path dug into the bowels of the earth. He took that way and soon came upon the Dig-gaja. Daityas, Danavas, Rakshasas, Pisachas, Pannagas, and Uragas honoured Dig-gaja. He went around it. He respectfully asked for news about his fathers. And he also asked news of the horse-thief. The Elephant answered that he would soon return back with success. The other Elephants who he came upon confirmed the news. They all said, “You shall soon come back with the horse.” He hastened to where his ill-starred fathers lay. His heart burst with grief at the sight of the heap of ashes. In a loud voice, he cried the fate of his uncles. The sacrificial horse was grazing innocently.

He desired to offer libations of water to the manes. But he could not find water anywhere. He cast his eyes. He found the uncle of his uncles, the Garuda. Garuda spoke to him, “Do not grieve, noble son. They deserved their death. They perished because of their pride. They were burnt to ashes by the glances of Kapila. For your forefathers, the earthly water would not do as libations. Ganga is the eldest daughter of Himavan. Ganga is the all-purifying stream. Only it could wash the sins of these who lie as a heap of ashes. And it would also lift them to the Abode of the Blessed. Take the horse back with you. And enable your grandfather to complete the sacrifice.

And Ansuman obeyed him. Soon he stood before his grandfather. And he told what had happened to his sons. He told him about the advice of Garuda. Sagara listened to the terrible news. With a breaking heart, he hastened to complete the rites. He returned to his capital. But he could not decide as to how to bring the Celestial Ganga to the earth. In remorse, he passed away to the Regions of the Immortals. And his reign on earth was 32,000 years.  

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 40

                                         RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 40

                                                            THE WRATH OF KAPILA

The Father of all beings listened to these words of the Celestials. They were out of their wits. “This earth,” said the Father of all beings, “belongs to the Lord Vasudeva. He, like Kapila, supports it for all time. These wicked princes shall be destroyed by his wrath. The destruction of the princes is foreordained.”

The Celestials departed to their abodes. They were happy. And the sons of Sagara created a great uproar. They thus sought above and below. Then they returned back to their father. They said, “Sir, we have searched the entire earth through and through. And we have put to death powerful and mighty beings. They include Gods, Danavas, Rakshasas, Pisachas, Uragas and Kinnaras. But we have not been successful in finding the horse or the thief. We await the further orders.”

At this, Sagara was exceedingly angry. Delve further and yet further. Delve to the innermost limits. Find me out the robber or come back with the thief at any cost!”

Thus they delved the earth further. They delved to the Rasatala. Then they came upon a huge elephant. Its name was Virupaksha. It was supporting the earth on its head. When the mighty elephant shook its head to ease the pain, an earthquake happened. They went round Virupaksha and paid him due worship. Then they pursued their undeviating course. They pierced through Rasatala in the east. Then they turned to the south. There they found another elephant. Its name was Mahapadma. It was supporting the earth on its head. It filled the princes with reverence and amazement. They went around it and pierce through the west. They saw another elephant supporting the earth. Its name was Saumanasa. Him too they reverenced and made kind enquiries. After that, they went to the north. There they found the snow white Bhadra. It was of immense proportions. It bore the earth in that quarter easily. They reverenced the huge animal. Then they pierced yet deeper into the earth. Coming to the northeast they dug deeper yet. They were furious with disappointment. That endowed them superhuman strength and fierce speed.

When, lo! there appeared Kapila. He was the incarnation of the eternal Vasudeva. And hard by was the horse grazing quietly. They were almost beside themselves with joy. They approached the animal with eager hearts. But the sight of the holy Kapila roused them to insensate fury. Because they mistook him for the robber. They flew at the sage, armed with spades and swords. They shouted, “Stop thief! Stop thief! You are the wicked wretch that spirited away the sacrificial horse. The sons of Sagara have come in search of you! The mighty sage flew into a rage. ‘Hum’ he cried. Within a wink of the eye, all the 60000 sons of Sagara vanished. A heap of ashes marked the place where they had stood a moment ago. 

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 39

                                                 RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 39

                                                              SAGARA’S HORSE-SACRIFICE

When the narrative ended, Rama asked, “My Master, I wish to hear fully how my ancestor celebrated his sacrifice!” Visvamitra was greatly amused at the eagerness shown by Rama. He said, “Nothing would give me greater pleasure. You see there the abode of Snow and Ice. It is the sky topped Himalaya. He is the father-in-law of the Black Throated One and faces proudly the far-famed Vindhya; and between them lies a broad land. Regard it as one of the holiest spots of the earth. For, countless sacrifices have been performed there. And your ancestor, Sagara, performed his Asvamedha there. Amsuman was the favourite grandson of the monarch. He was directed to go along with the consecrated horse and guard it. King Sagara was a mighty warrior and a famous general. And while he was duly conducting the sacrifice, Indra assumed the shape of a Rakshasa and spirited away the consecrated horse. At this, the sacrificial priests cried out to the King, “The consecrated horse has been taken away. This is an important day. Slay the robber and bring back the horse. Such a defeat as this is fraught with danger.  So see to it that the sacrifice comes to a safe end.”

Thereupon the monarch turned to his sons. There were 60000 of them. And he addressed them, “There is no room for any Rakshasa to interfere with this sacrifice. This sacrifice is conducted by honourable priests who have been purified by high learning and powerful Mantras. So here my words. So go and search the whole earth. Search the earth through and through. Do it with my grandson and the priests, till the horse come back.

Sagara’s sons went forward with cheerful hearts. They searched the surface of the earth from end to end. But they found neither the horse nor the thief. Then they delved into the earth. Every one of them delved a yojana. They were armed with adamantine nails, with tridents and with terrible ploughshares. The patient earth was pierced in her vitals. The earth began to emit loud cries of distress. Nagas, Asuras, Rakshasas and other mighty beings cried and died. They all were slaughtered by thousands by the infuriated sons of Sagara. Yet they dug into the bowels of the earth. Thereupon, the gods and the Gandharvas, the Asuras and Pannagas sought out the Great Ancient. They said, “Lord, behold see the sons of Sagara piercing into the bowels of the earth. They have slayed the creatures there by hundreds of thousands. They shout, “There goes the thief! There is the daring wretch who has laid his impious sacrifice! And countless myriads go down before their blind fury.” 

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 38

                                          RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 38

                                                                      SAGARA

Here ended his tale. And Visvamitra took up another narrative. “Rama there lived an ancestor of yours. His name was Sagara. He was a righteous ruler and a great hero. And Ayodhya was his capital. His heart yearned for a son but in vain. Kesini was his wife. She was the eldest daughter of the ruler of Vidarbha. Kesini was his first wife. She was very truthful and righteous. Sumati was his second wife. She was very fair. She was the daughter of Arishtanemi. He retired to the Bhrigu Prasaravana among the Himalayas. He went there along with his wives. He performed stern Tapas. A hundred years passed. Bhrigu was pleased with his Tapas. He conferred on him a boon. “A mighty race shall be born to you. And your glory shall be unparalleled. You shall have one son. Through him, your race shall continue on earth. Your other wife shall give you 60000 sons.” Thereupon the queens approached him reverently. “Your words shall ever come to pass. But which of us shall have one son and which many?” “It is for you to choose,” said Bhrigu. One son who will continue your race. Or many sons, famous, valiant and energetic. Suit yourself.”

Then Kesini chose before the king to continue the earth. And Sumati chose 60000sons. Thus the kings purpose was served. He and the queens returned to their kingdom.

In course of time, Kesini brought forth a son. He was named Asamanjas. While Sumati conceived a lump of flesh. They broke it and 60000 sons came out. The nurses brought them up in cases of clarified butter.

Asamanjas amused himself with throwing the children of the townsmen into the dark waters of Sarayu. And he laughed at their dying agonies. So Sagara banished that wicked son of his. But Amsuman, his valiant son endeared himself to all.

Long years after that, Sagara decided to celebrate a sacrifice. He consulted his priests and chaplains. They were well-versed in Vedas. The king set about the holy rite.”

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                                               RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 36

                                                                            UMA’S CURSE

The brothers listened to the story with pleasure. When the Master had ended, Rama asked, “Now, will you tell us, sir, the story of the elder daughter of the Monarch of Mountains. Tell us in detail. For you know best her birth in Heaven and Earth. How did she come to take three courses? And thus she purified the three worlds? And tell us how she came to bear her name Tripathaga.”

Visvamitra started to tell the story: “In those times, Mahadeva took Uma as His wife. His throat was black and he was of boundless energy. He was overpowered with desire. He began to disport himself with her. Hundreds of years passed away. Mahadeva did not know it. But there was no issue born of them. At which Brahma and the Devas trembled with fear. If a son should be born to them who could bear him? So they approached the Divine One. “Supreme Lord!” they spoke, “you are always intent upon the welfare of the worlds. Please heed our prayers. The worlds are unable to bear the energy of yours. Restrain your energy in your own body. Engage with the Great Mother in Brahma Tapas. Have pity on the worlds. Protect all beings. It behoves you not to annihilate them.”

“Be it so” replied Mahadeva. “I and Uma shall retain our respective energies within our own bodies. Let the worlds rest in peace. But my energy has moved out of its receptacle. And it must break out. Who among you shall receive it?”

“The earth, O Lord, will take to her your energy.”

Then Mahadeva let out His energy on the earth. And he enveloped her entirely with her mountains and forests. Thereafter the Gods spoke to Agni, “You enter the energy of Siva. It is terrible to approach and so let Vayu assist you.”

The energy of Shiva was permeated by Agni. It was transformed into a white mountain. And in course of time, a clump of holy reeds sprang thereupon. And from it was born Karthikeya. He was of great energy. He was the son of Agni.

At which Gods and sages praised Siva and Uma. Their hearts were filled with joy at the great danger being averted. But Uma spoke bitter words to the assembled Gods. “You reap the fruit of your crooked ways. You have caused me grief and disappointment. And for your pains take my curse upon you.”  Suddenly she took up water and her whole frame started to glow. Her eyes became red with the fire of wrath. “You have interfered with my pleasures. You who have come between me and my son shall never have sons born to you of your own wives. From this moment, your wifes will be childless.”

Next, she returned to the frightened earth. “Vile creatures, many shall be your forms and many your Lords. Evil-minded one, you envied me a son. And succeeded in depriving me one. But my wrath has the power to deny you any comfort from a child.”

Rudra glanced an eye of pity a the Devas. They hung their heads in shame. And He proceeded to the North-west. There he engaged in stern Tapas in the dark woods.

Thus you have heard from me the narrative of Uma. Now I shall relate to you the origin of Ganga, the elder sister.”  

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 37

                                           RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN—CHAPTER 37

                                                             THE BIRTH OF KARTIKEYA

Meanwhile, the Devas wanted a general to lead them against the Asuras. They went to the Lord and prayed to him. “Lord, he whom you gave to us to lead our armies is always engaged in Tapas. He does so along with his consort, Uma. Advice us what to do next. The welfare of the worlds is dearer to you. Please point out the best course of action.”

The four-faced One calmed the fears of the Devas. He encouraged them. “The words of the Great Mother that you would not have son of your own loin will prove good forever. Now Agni shall bring forth a son of Ganga. She is even now purifying the three worlds. He shall be the General of the Gods. He shall be the terror of His foes. Uma, her sister, shall take the child to her heart. And he shall be to her as the child of her womb.

These words rejoiced the hearts of the Gods. They took leave of their leader. They proceeded to Kailasa. It was rich in metals, gold and gems. They directed Agni to bring forth a son to accomplish their ends. “Oh, thou. The leader of the Gods and the Light of the World! Help us in our need. Pleas direct your energy towards Ganga. She is the daughter of the Monarch of mountains.”

“It shall be even as you desire” replied the Lord of Fire. He approached Ganga. And he said, “The gods desire that you bear in your womb my energy. And you are to bring forth a son to serve their purpose. “With great pleasure, she replied. And she assumed a divine form. At the form he marvelled greatly. He discharged his fiery energy. He permeated her in all her limbs. And Ganga was penetrated through and through. But it was too much even for her. And she cried out to the Priest of the Gods in utter helplessness. Lord I feel powerless to bear within me thy terrible energy.”

Thereupon, Agni, out of great ity said, “If so, Ganga, let out that which is in your womb at the foot of Himavan. May be it will relieve your pain. The holy river hastened to do so. And the refulgent Embryo was directed through the various streams. They all had their origin in her. And what came out of her womb was like molten gold. From the pungent element thereof were produced copper and black iron. The impure parts of it were converted into brass and lead. Thus were the diverse metals were brought forth into existence. The mighty mountain turned of the colour of gold. The forest around it were filled with the unbearably bright energy. All these proceeded from the womb of Ganga. The gold was, from that day, called by human beings as Jatarupa. It was radient even as fire. The trees, the grass, the creepers and everything therein was converted into gold, Kanchana.

Indra and the other gods arranged that Krittikas should nurse the boy. They took him as their child. And upon a promise they suckled him. This boy brought up by your breast milk shall be called after you name. He shall be called Kartikeya. His fame in this world shall be unparalleled. The Krittikas washed him free of faetal impurities. The impurities adheared to him when he was dropped from the womb of Ganga at the foot of the Himalaya! Since he was dropped from the womb, he shall be called Skanda. And Kartikeya was known by that name also.

The Divine boy shone in his supreme radiance even as the smokless flame. Milk streamed forth from the breasts f the Krittikas. The child put forth six heads. He had six mouths to draw milk from his foster mothers. In the short space of a day he grew up into his full strength and height. He was of matchless beauty and grace. It was child’s play for him to destroy the Daityas. The Celestial hosts assembled around him with pure joy. And they crowned Him as their Lord. They installed him inhis proud post.   

Visvamitra said to Rama, “Thus I have narrated the wonderful story of Kartikeya and Ganga. Whoever worship him with faith and admiration he shall live a long life. And when he leaves the body, he will be taken to the Heavens where Kartikeya resides.”

RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN--CHAPTER 35

                                                           RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN

                                                                         CHAPTER 35

Visvamitra and Sages rested for the night on the banks of Sona. At the day-break, Visvamitra roused the princes. He said, “The morning twilight comes on speedily. Give up your slumber, Rama and prepare to start.”

They went through the morning prayers. Then Rama asked Visvamitra, “Sir, this Sona runs shallow. Her clear waters are dotted with small hillocks. Which way shall we cross it?”

To which the sage replied, “Our friends are taking the route I advised them to.” They crossed to the further bank. And proceeded on their journey. They were feasting their eyes on the beautiful scenery. At noon, they broke their journey because they had covered a long way since morning. The resting place was the banks of the sacred Ganga. The river was the delightful resort of for countless ascetics. The sight filled the brothers with joy. The broad waters formed the home for swans and other aquatic birds. They were sporting in the river. There they pitched their quarters. They bathed in the holy river. Then they offered libations of water for the departed manes. Then devout worship of the Holy Fire took place. And then they had a hearty sweet food. Once again they sat around Visvamitra. And Rama started the conversation.

“Master mine, I want to know how Ganga came down to the earth from her heavenly abode.”

Visvamitra proceeded to tell the story of Ganga, the heavenly river. “Himavan was the monarch of the mountains. His wife was Manorama. She was the daughter of Meru. Through Manorama he had two charming daughters. Of them, Ganga was the elder and Uma the younger. The Devas prayed Himavan to grant them the presence of Ganga. It was to accomplish certain ends of theirs. With a philanthropic heart, he allowed the Devas to take her away. The Devas were glad at the hospitality of Himavan. They took Ganga to their world. But the younger daughter, Uma entered upon a difficult course of Tapas. At the end of which her parents gave her to Rudra as wife. He was the right bridegroom for the maiden of mighty spiritual energy. Now, Rama, I have related to you the origin of Ganga and Uma. The holy stream before you is none other than Ganga.   

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RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN --CHAPTER 34

                                             RAMAYANA FOR CHILDREN –CHAPTER 34

                                                                  VISVMITRA’S ANCESTRY

His daughters were gone away with Brahmadatta. The childless father decided to perform a sacrifice for a son. It was to continue his line on Earth. Kusa was his father. He was the mind-born son of Brahma. He came down to him. And he said, “Son! You will be blessed with a boy. He will be a righteous one after your heart. You should call him Gadhi. He will hold up your name in all the worlds.” After this, he went back to the world of Brahma.

And in good time Kusanabha had a son. The son was named Gadhi. Gadhi was a marvel of virtue and holiness. I am proud of Gadhi. I am a kausika. I am a descendant of the godlike Kusa. I have a sister too. Her name is Satyavati. She was born before me. She is given in marriage to Richika. She is ever devoted to her husband. She followed him to Svarga in her mortal body. But soon she came down on earth. She came down as the holy steam Kausiki. She was heavenly in her origin. The water was pure and crystal-like. My sister has devoted herself for the good of humanity. Out of great love, I abide at her side on the slopes of the Himalaya. She flows from there. In pursuance of the vow, I have come down to Siddhasrama. It is far from my sister.

Well, it is past midnight. And I have kept you all from sweet sleep. And now you all go to sleep. Else our journey tomorrow will be delayed. Not a breath of air stirs the leaf of those trees. Beasts and birds have sought their silent abodes. And night has spread her black pall over the earth. The shades of twilight are gradually fading away. And dark Night keeps watch over the sleeping earth. And here comes the Queen of Night. She infuses joy and gladness into the hearts of all beings. See the Rangers of the night. They are the hosts of Yakshas, Rakshsas, and terrible monsters. They eat human flesh.”

When he ended the audience said, “You have spoken well, Holy One” And they praised him. “Noble is the race of the Kausikas. And they are always intent upon Right and Virtue. The kings that adorn that line is like the Father Himself. Your holy self has attained everlasting fame. Your sister, Kausiki also is not left behind. She is the best of streams. She is a bright gem in the crown of Kusa.”

To the sound of their sweet praise, Visvamitra sank into sleep. The Royal brother also praised Viswamitra. Their eyes were filled with awe and wonder. They also went to sleep.