the chariots enter Ayodhya

This is Janakapuri in the kingdom of Mithila. Janaka,the lionized king of our times presides upon his empire from here. The cool,dry,fertile city was bustling with Brahmins and soothsayers and chariots from other countries. The wedding of the king’s daughters were being planned and the lobbyists and priests from other kingdoms had pounced upon Janakapuri to win the girls’ hand. There were demonstrations of chivalry everywhere with hundreds of kings praising themselves on the streets,in the palaces and in front of the two princesses. The elder princess had hidden herself in an earthen jar as the uncertainity of the whole exercise was too much for her. I met her on Vishwamitra’s advice. I talked to her from outside the earthen jar and she talked from inside. She had a uneasy yet uncaring tone. Finally she came out of the earthen jar with a curious smile on her face. Sita was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen,not that I had seen many,but she was different. Her careless yet intimate tone, her what may come sense of wit. Sita wasn’t fair or foolish like the other princesses, Vishwamitra explained that saying Sita was the adopted daughter of Janaka. I had heard Vishwamitra’s aides joking that she was originally from the Pulastya dynasty of down south and they would one day claim her. I had overheard soothsayers saying, she had bad luck in her horoscope and Janaka was rushing her into a marriage to get the bad luck off him. But these stories of lesser, cowardly, gold-seekers did not matter to me anymore. My soul was filled with her careless voice and I wished she cared for no one but me.

Janaka and my father, who had rushed from Ayodhya were all too happy with the turn of events. We the four Raghava princes married the four princesses of Janakapuri. Janaka embraced me and told that he understood who I really was and my purpose in life. I didnt understand a word of what he said but was too busy winking at the girls to think more about that. Sadly Vishwamitra bid farewell at Janakapuri. I had learnt so much from him,he was my Guru and I liked him a lot despite his angry hand. Before continuing his journey into the Himalayas,he whispered to me that he understood the lakshya -the aim – of my being born and he was happy to have played a part in that. He told me, as his part in my life was done, we would never see each other again. I was sad about that, but Vishwamitra always talks in circles and I did not think much about it after that.

Our trip back to Ayodhya with the girls was easy with the chariots and aides except for this strange angry person we met on the way. He had the same name as mine but the similarity ended there. Everything about him was angry, he seethed anger from every pore of his body. The birds clamoured and storms hit whenever he spoke, I felt the earth itself shaking a few times. This huge man walked in circles around the chariots shouting at Vasistha the sage and my father, threatening to repeat some fearful thing he had done before. The bow he had in his hand was untied, I lifted it and tied it properly. The man calmed down and came towards me. Father thought he was about to kill me and started crying like he did before Vishwamitra. The man looked at me in the eye and said he was waiting for this moment for a long time and now his purpose in life was over, he added that he understood who I really was and was giving all his blessings and powers to me. He said he was going to the Mahendra hills and thanked me for taking up the burden of preserving Dharma off his shoulders. As I think more about it, the last few days had been very confusing indeed. But with Sita around, nothing else really matters.

The chariots entered Ayodhya to celebrations and fanfare. Twelve years of peace and love descended on Ayodhya,the unassailable city.

5 Responses to the chariots enter Ayodhya

  1. Anonymous November 6, 2006 at 2:56 pm #

    btw, I remember reading somewhere that Sita was 5 and Rama was 14 when they got married. I think I read it in Puranic Encyclopedia

    ~NJ

  2. Anonymous November 6, 2006 at 4:27 pm #

    The last para is excellent !!!!!!!!! And I feel the ones above don’t match it.

    Certain sentences –
    The cool,dry,fertile ????
    She had a uneasy yet uncaring tone ?? (Uncaring or caring)

    But those I count as the freedom of the author.

    I am begining to get a crush on you ;)))))

    ~NJ

  3. b v n November 6, 2006 at 5:56 pm #

    that was a good one *smiling*… mithila was a cool,dry but a very fertile place and sita was uneasy abt all the fuss but was quite her-what-the-heck-self *hmm*

    btw weekends is for my gay friends here :)*thats another post*

    crush huh :))…wait till i mess up this whole thing…i have no idea where this is heading…i have no clue here lady !

  4. Anonymous November 7, 2006 at 5:23 am #

    gay fnds ?!!!!!!! Ohhhh nooooo. you broke my heart.. ;))))

    It’s good that u have no clue. u can come back to the 21st century if u want. all i hope is that u continue with this.

    ~NJ

  5. b v n November 7, 2006 at 5:59 am #

    why would I stop if you put such interesting comments :))…21st century is boring…6K BC is better 🙂

    btw gay was in like funny,cheery yu know *some of them occasionally read this space :)*

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