Kaikeyi felt nothing but unmitigated hatred for Dasaratha, who had collapsed on the ground in agony over his son. She screamed ferociously, “Not only have you disgraced my boons, but you have also broken a vow,” oblivious to his agony. She brought to mind Dasaratha’s ancestor Sibi, who gave his life to protect a dove from a hawk. Of the magnificent Sagara who, loyal to his pledge, never flowed over any region outside of his bounds, as well as of Alarka, another Ikshvaku who had cut off his eyes in order to uphold his promise to a Brahmin scholar.
“You are the essence of truth, therefore respect that truth because truth is Brahman and truth is the basis of dharma.
I’ll say it again: You exile Rama and enthrone Bharata. You are free to breach your pledge, but I will uphold mine and take my own life in front of you.” Dasaratha rose valiantly to his feet after being violently prodded, crying and fumbling like a man who had lost his sight “I am caught in the crossfire of duty and dharma, and I am unsure of what to do. I want to see Rama but my mind is not working. I regret the day I accepted your hand in holy matrimony, Kaikeyi, and now I disavow both you and the son you gave me “.
Vasishta arrived in the city after finishing coronation preparations. Sumantra was tasked with informing the king about the merchants, elders, academics, and powerful rulers from other regions who would be there to attend Rama’s coronation. Sumantra informed the king of this and then bowed respectfully before addressing him with the words, “Sire, greet all those who await you in reverence to begin the installation ceremony at your order.” Dasaratha’s agony increased after saying these words. His face was sallow, his eyes were crimson from crying, and there was an inexplicable melancholy in them as he reluctantly lifted his head. The monarch, who ought to have been beaming like the Sun and filled with delight, exclaimed, “You rent my heart, Sumantra.” The clever queen Kaikeyi saw Sumantra bending away from the monarch and seized the opportunity to urge him to bring Rama, claiming that the king was tired from having a rough night. Sumantra hesitated since he had not received these instructions from the monarch, who after awakening from his coma stated “Bring Rama, my beloved son. I want to go visit him.”
Sumantra, who was unaware of what was happening, assumed everything was OK and hurried out in good spirits.
He entered the palace through the gates, which were thronged with people carrying presents in anticipation of the important event.
The Sun, who was pure and beautiful, emerged, robbing the night of its gloom.
On the day Rama was born, the Pushya star was ascending and the governing planet, Karkata, was in its proper position. The aristocracy of Ayodhya, headed by Vasishta, the ministers, the army leaders, and the Vedic brahmins gathered at the palace to take part in and watch the momentous occasion. The consecration rite, which served as a formal introduction to the coronation, was ready to go. To increase the magnificence of the event, no expense had been spared. While the throne waited for its celestial ruler, a canopy that radiated the brightness of a new moon was constructed. Tiger skin-covered chariots seemed magnificent. For the rites, waters were obtained from all sacred rivers, lakes, and oceans. An aura of throbbing beauty and joy was generated by courtesans dressed up in all their finery and jewels.
Sumantra then appeared and assured the anticipating crowd that he was on his way to accompany Rama. Sumantra continued to Dasaratha’s quarters and politely told him that everyone in Ayodhya was anxiously awaiting his arrival. Rama must now be delivered to Dasaratha as soon as possible notwithstanding Dasaratha’s promise to arrive. In order to get to Rama’s magnificent homes, which were illuminated like Mount Kailash, Sumantra rode fast through the crowded streets of Ayodhya. Coral and diamonds adorned the arched doors of the building. The courtyard was littered with golden sculptures, and proud peacocks paraded around competing with other birds of superb plumage while sandal and incense filled the air. Sumantra was overwhelmed by joy at such grandeur. Sumantra entered Rama’s palace, which resembled a chariot of the gods, by passing across a wide concourse packed with tourists. There, equipped with bows and spears, he saw ardent young men who were watchful and loyal to their leader. Older red-robed males stood watch over the women’s apartments. Rama was instructed to be made aware of Sumantra’s arrival by the guards.
Sumantra was properly accepted by Rama and Sita. Sumantra informed Rama that Kaikeyi and the king both wanted to visit him as a sign of respect to the most gracious of princes. When Rama turned to face Sita after hearing this, he replied, “The queen must have sent me this letter to inform me of my enthronement, ever watchful of my interests like a mother.” Sita replied as she followed her master to the entrance and surrendered to wishes for prosperity, “I pray that the four directions’ gods will guard you. I’ll be watching for your installation so I can honour you.” Rama climbed onto his chariot and raced through Ayodhya’s magnificently decked streets. Lakshmana remained obediently in behind of Rama as the chariot’s wheels rumbled and the horses gallopped like the wind.
The waiting wave of humanity erupted in hundreds of thousands from all directions as they saw their lord go. They too followed Rama while mounted on horses and elephants. The sound of the trumpets, the bards’ singing, and the soldiers’ yelling increased in volume. As Rama passed, women on balconies showered him with flowers and compliments. They declared, “Sita, that admirably virtuous woman, lovely and cherished companion of Rama, must have done many austerities, to justify being joined with Rama. They praised Kausalya for having a boy named Rama and praised her good fortune. Rama’s authority would prevent any sorrow or calamity, therefore the joyful crowd’s joyous movements heralded universal happiness. Rama reached his sire’s palace after hearing the remarks and saw the massive displays of diamonds and valuable stones put up by merchants amid the neighing of horses and trumpeting of elephants.
Rama made his way quickly to the royal residence in accordance with the king’s instructions. He travelled along highways lined with imposant homes, some of which roofs nearly touched the skies, accompanied by his friends and well-wishers. Rama saw Ayodhya, the pride of the world, in all its splendour, and the air was thick with the perfume of fragrant resins and sandal. Rich silks, jewels, perfumes, and an unending array of other goods were on exhibit by traders. Everything and everything may be had by asking. Blessings were poured on Rama from all sides as he went through this grandeur. Every mouth prayed for him, and every heart longed for him happiness, serenity, and success.
The Ikshvaku prince’s allure was mesmerising. Both locals and visitors from afar and close were astounded by such beauty and brilliance. They gazed in awe and adoration at Rama, who had such a kind, calm, and heavenly countenance. They stood caught in his radiance, like people in a trance, their eyes riveted on his face and refusing to budge. Others who caught his kind gaze were overjoyed, while those who missed him completely were devastated. They felt abandoned and were treated disrespectfully by their own conscience. Noble Rama, however, observed everything with unbiased grace, kindness, and pity. The general consensus was that seeing Rama’s coronation was the greatest fortune that could possibly have happened to us. Rama arrived at the first gate leading to his father’s palace after paying respects to all the temples, statues, and groves along the road. He rode his chariot through the first three gates, walked through the next two, and then left his retinue behind to go meet his father.
Rama entered and saw Kaikeyi standing at Dasaratha’s side as he sat on his majestic throne. He failed to see his father’s gloom or the grief-ravaged look on his face. He bowed deeply and reverently before Kaikeyi and Dasaratha. When Dasaratha tried to talk to Rama, he could only get as far as the word “Rama” before breaking down. Rama, who could resist the onslaught of any disaster and who was unflappable in the face of a thousand sufferings, was devastated because he had never seen this terrifying form of Dasaratha. He reacted as though he had walked on a poisonous snake as a result of the shock’s nearly bodily force. The decision Dasaratha had to make between his pledge to his kid and his vow to himself caused him immense internal pain. This gave him the impression of an ocean being pounded by a storm. Rama felt sorry for his father, who appeared to be the epitome of suffering. He even asked himself whether he may be to blame for his father’s sadness. Rama reflected, “If so, I won’t survive to see tomorrow.”
Rama pleaded with Kaikeyi as he regarded her “Why won’t the king, who is always so kind, talk to me? Is he unwell? My dear Sire, what ails you? Are Satrughna and Bharata secure? Have I not obediently served my living gods, my parents? Mother! Did you communicate with him out of rage or conceit, causing his soul to suffer so greatly?” The response from Kaikeyi was really abrupt! She spoke brazenly, without any sign of remorse or embarrassment “Rama, the king is in good health and not angry. He is unable to tell you the terrible things because of his unending love for you. Your father, being the ignoramus that he is, disregards the favours he had bestowed upon me. Make sure that because of you, the king won’t break his promises.” Rama was greatly offended by Kaikeyi’s despicable remarks, which broke all moral boundaries “Mother, your remarks are inappropriate. My father is under my direction at all times. He can give me orders to jump into the flames or the ocean, and I will do either. Whether the king, my preceptor, a friend, or anybody else requests it of me, I will die for them all. Dasaratha’s wishes will be fulfilled. Rama never says anything untrue, I vouch for that.”
Then Kaikeyi had the gall to say to that most upright of men, “Rama, pay attention to me if you want to be regarded as a man of honour in this world together with your father.
You will be banished, as the king promised.
Bharata will be crowned using all that was purchased for your coronation. You must abdicate the throne of Kosala and spend fourteen years in the Dandaka jungle wearing bark robes. From the capital city of Ayodhya, which is awash with diamonds, jewellery, horses, chariots, and elephants, Bharata will dominate the kingdom of Kosala. The king is upset because of this. Save your father from making a major mistake like breaking a vow, as well as from lying under oath.”
Dasaratha’s soul writhed in misery as he was horrified by the calamity that had befallen his cherished son.
His voice clogged with emotion, his eyes unable to see through the curtain of tears, and he was struck silent. However, Rama, the most honourable and morally upright man, showed no signs of sadness.
Kaikeyi’s ruthless outburst had no effect on Rama. Knowing that her dishonest wishes will only lead to terrible outcomes did not make him feel sorry. He answered with the utmost humility and grace: “I would have happily given all I own to my brother Bharata if he had asked for it, so why did my father himself not inform me about Bharata’s coronation? For my king, who is also my father, my “Guru,” and my deity, how much more will I not give up? I’m going into exile in remembrance of his promises. Allow swift-moving horses to carry messengers who will accompany Bharata back to Ayodhya.”
Kaikeyi was ecstatic at Rama’s remarks. She wished Rama away right then, pleading with him to leave immediately so as not to spoil her triumphant moment. She even made an attempt to persuade him that it didn’t matter if the embarrassed and bewildered monarch chose not to talk to Rama, his cherished son. She then delivered the death blow by telling Rama that the king was not even allowed to eat or take a bath until he had fled. Dasaratha’s waning fortitude and patience broke down in disgust at the blatant untruth. The mighty monarch passed out on his golden couch as a result of Kaikeyi’s tricks wrecking havoc on his shattered head.
Rama, the honourable son of an honourable father, was unaffected by the queen’s startling comments and maintained both his poise and calm. He lovingly took his father out of the realm of all emotions as Kaikeyi continued to push him to begin the voyage. Rama, calm as ever, informed Kaikeyi with the utmost civility despite her frantic attempts “I have no aspirations, mother. Consider me to be a rishi’s equal. I find my only shelter in the dharma. If carrying out my father’s desires results in my demise, so be it! I am not aware of any virtues that are superior to serving my father. I will still exile myself to follow your desires, even if my father does not say so. Did you question my character and my devotion to you so much that you felt the need to present your wish as a royal order? I’ll say goodbye now. You may be confident that I would go as soon as it was time to say goodbye to my mother Kausalya and as soon as it was time to placate Sita.”
Dasaratha wept uncontrollably while seeing this. A shattered and defeated monarch tormented his son in hopeless agony. His consciousness betrayed him once more as he waged a lost struggle with it. Rama touched his father’s feet in reverence as he took solemn departure from his asleep father. Rama’s aristocracy sent Kaikeyi a similarly solemn farewell despite her depravity. Then Lakshmana, whose eyes were streaming with rage, joined him with his comrades.
Rama’s calmness was unaffected by giving up the throne, nor did it lessen his renown. Rama began his journey like a wise man whose heart was never troubled. He was unaffected by abdicating the monarchy and being exiled from the nation. He bid everyone a kind farewell and then left without showing any emotion, heading to meet Kausalya. Whereas absolute delight had previously prevailed, his main worry was the agony that the impending changes would bring about. Rama gave up all the pomp and circumstance that came with the kingdom when he ceded it. He left the chariot, the magnificently detailed fans, and the regal canopy and strolled to his mother’s chambers while sporting a wonderful glow on his face.
As Rama departed the palace, raising his hands as a sign of goodbye, a gloomy hush came over it. The wailing of the ladies inside drowned out the joyful noises of the celebration. They condemned Dasaratha harshly for leaving Rama, saying “Being the fool that he is, the king rejects his noble son, who is everyone’s shelter, in an effort to consume all life on earth. Patient and loving Rama has been like a mother to us, unwavering in the face of the worst conditions “Ayodhya mourned. Even the once-mighty queens of the king, who was now a bundle of anguish, chastised him for his nefarious deed. They held the helpless king responsible, whose condition begged for compassion rather than contempt. Dasaratha, who was devastated and confused, heard the bereaved voices and the lonesome wailing sounds. In the meantime, Rama visited his mother’s home without any pomp or circumstance associated with the royal family. After a night of reflection and prayer, Kausalya was in the temple of Visnu, asking for his blessings on her kid. As his mother rushed to meet him and gently caressed his forehead with her lips while saying, “I love you,” Rama saw her dressed in silky silks and glowing like a heavenly “My son! May you grow to be a Rajarshi, distinguished and well-known in accordance with your race. Visit your honoured father, the king, who is prepared to install you as king of Kosala “. Rama readied himself to inform Kausalya that he would not be king while bowing his head in reverence. Rama calmly replied, “Mother, Bharata will be anointed ruler of Ayodhya and I am to reside in the jungle for fourteen years, leading a life of a mendicant,” as he mustered the fortitude to go and dreaded the suffering it would give her.
In shock, Kausalya turned to face Rama. She received an almost physical blow from those words, which sent her flying to the ground where she remained motionless. Slowly recovering, she added, “My son, I would have been spared this sorrow if I hadn’t given birth to you. I will follow you like a cow because without you, my existence has no purpose. I never had the advantages that should have been mine, not even during the height of the king’s grandeur. I have led a life of insignificance because I felt betrayed by him and ruled by Kaikeyi, who is vindictive and enraged. Why does not my heart ache while I am in such pain? I raised you while practising self-discipline through prayer and meditation. I can’t let my efforts go to waste like this “Kausalya lamented. The noble queen’s anguish was out of control as a result of the situation’s pathos and she began to cry uncontrollably.