Ram Lakshman Maa-Sita Met Rishi Agastya Part 9

Even if he disagreed with her because of the circumstances in Dandaka, Rama appreciated Sita’s compassion for him. He stated: “The ascetics in this forest, Sita, who were once the world’s haven, are now looking to me for protection. These men of God are now food for the flesh-eating demons because they are being troubled by the demons, there is wickedness present, and there is no peace. They seek my protection since they are in danger and are unable to defend themselves or curse the rakshasas because doing so would negate the benefits of their penance. Not only is it my moral obligation to assist these poor hermits, but it is also against the law not to provide refuge to those who want it. I now bring to your attention what you previously said, that a Kshatriya should always carry weapons to protect the helpless and the afflicted. I’ve promised to keep them safe, and as long as I’m alive, I won’t break my word. The truth is very important to me, and I would never deviate from it. I would rather leave Lakshmana and you behind than those Brahmins. I would have protected them without their request. How much more should I defend them now that I’ve vowed to do so? However, I am appreciative of your loving advice because only those who care take such liberties. Your statements reflect well on you and your race. I value you more than my own life, Sita, since you walk the road of dharma alongside me.”

Sita and Lakshmana followed Rama as he continued. They passed through stunning waterscapes and landscapes on their journey. As they travelled, incredible views opened out in front of them. The lakes were dotted with jewel-like lotuses of various hues, the towering mountains shrouded in mists seemed blue, and undulating sand dunes added elegance to the sinuously running rivers. Its waterways were alive with duck, crane, and waterfowl. Elephants, deer, and buffalo frequented the forests. One day they arrived at a lake, its clear waters shimmering and home to elegant ducks and swans gliding over its surface. The melody of music radiated from its serene and clear waters. Nothing was visible to the eyes, but the song’s melody could be heard, accompanied by musical instruments. They enquired about it to the ascetic Dharmabhrit out of curiosity and fascination. In response, he told a tale. “Panchapsara is the name of the lake, which was produced by the penance of the sage Mandakarni, he said. The sage practised strict penance for ten thousand years while living on air and standing on water. The devas, who were alarmed and worried, said to one another that Mandakarni “aspires to our status.” The Gods dispatched five of the most beautiful apsaras to put a stop to this looming danger. They descended to land, dazzling and sparkling like lightning streaks, to divert attention away from and obliterate his tapas. He married them after being seduced by them and falling for their allure, giving up the austerities that had kept him alive for countless years. On the lakebed, where they reside in bliss with their lord who has become younger as a result of his extreme austerities, are the apsaras. They spend the time by singing and dancing as their decorations jingle. What you hear is that “, the ascetic declared. Rama saw a group of holy ashrams in front of them that had been sanctified by the rishis’ spiritual force as he said goodbye to Dharmabhrit. The god-like Ikshvaku warrior was welcomed by them with joy and worshipfully venerated as he explored the silent woods and spent time with the several sages in the Dandaka forest. Rama would stay in certain hermitages for a few weeks to a few months and a little over a year, enjoying their hospitality. Ten years of his exile ended in this way. Rama spent some time there before returning to Sutikshna’s hermitage. He remarked in all humility one day while seated at the sage’s feet “Where in the forest, sir, does the wise Agastya live? I’ve always wanted to honour him in some manner. With your permission, may I?” remarked Sutikshna “I also want you to meet him, so do that. South of here is where his hermitage located. Break up your travel to Sudersana’s ashram, Agastya’s brother “.

While passing through a stunning area one day, Rama observed, “Demons that were cruel and pitiless formerly resided here. The two asura brothers who had devised a plan to exterminate all Brahmins were among them. They were Ilvala and Vatapi, who lured their prey by having Vatapi assume the appearance of a goat and Ilvala approach naïve Brahmins while disguising himself as a holy man. Ilvala would wow his victims with his flawless Sanskrit and extend an invitation to a dinner by announcing that it was his father’s “Shraddha” day. The visitor admitted feeling seduced. Later, Vatapi, who had transformed into a goat, would be slain, roasted, and eaten by the unwary visitor. The goal was for Ilvala to then exclaim, “Vatapi!” Get outside. Vatapi would spring out, bleating and ripping at the visitor’s internal organs. Then, their victim would serve as the day’s main course!” This evil scheme was carried out even as the devas watched helplessly till they eventually asked for Agastya’s assistance. One day, the sage passed by the area where Ilvala was known to lurk in wait for potential prey after hearing their request. He was indeed invited. The asura brothers performed their host and goat act once more. The rishi was enthusiastically fed. After the fictitious “Shraddha” ritual, Ilvala cried out for Vatapi as usual, but Vatapi did not respond. Agastya mocked the demon, saying, “He no longer has the ability to obey your command, digested by me, he has already arrived in the house of death.” The stupid demon assaulted Agastya in a fury. The demon was burnt to ashes when the sage threw himself upon him due to the sage’s burning gaze.” Rama visited Sudersana’s hermitage with the others after recounting the incident, where he was welcomed with affection and honour. After a restful night, they bid their host farewell and began their final leg of the adventure. Rama saw as he turned to look: “Lord Krishna! Here, terrible monsters appear to be soaking in the tranquilly of the environment as leaves shimmer and birds are unruffled. These indications of tranquilly and tranquillity point to Agastya’s hermitage’s close vicinity. This sacred area has been designated as a shelter for the world by the rishi who overcame death.” His superior powers, attained via his strict Sadhana, are unrivalled and strong, and he is renowned for conquering the Vindhya Mountain. Because of their fear of him, the local ascetics are no longer subject to rakshasa attacks. The southern direction is called the direction of Agastya in his honour. The realm of devils is terrified by the man whose abilities ordered and stopped Vindhya’s unchecked expansion to the point that it threatened to block out even the Sun’s light. We will continue to be exiled here. Lakshmana! Please let the guru know that Sita and I are here and ready for a meeting with him “.

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Lakshmana encountered an Agastya disciple at the hermitage and addressed him as such: “Rama, the king Dasaratha’s son, is present with his consort Sita and seeks a meeting. I am his devoted brother, Lakshmana. Maybe you’ve heard of us “? The strong ascetic was informed of Rama’s arrival and was ecstatic at the excellent news. “Rama comes to me by good fortune since I’ve wanted to meet him for a long time. Why didn’t you bring them in right away? Why the wait? “In his eagerness to see Rama, questioned Agastya. Rama sensed the calm and tranquillity at the hermitage, where animals roamed free and birds sang wildly, while he waited to be called. The numerous altars to Brahma, Visnu, Maheswara, Indra, Kubera, Dhatru, Vidhatru, Gayatri, the Sun, Moon, the snake god Sesha, and the Vasus were visible to him. The sage emerged to greet his distinguished visitors as they entered. Rama told Lakshmana, “This brightness can belong to none other than Agastya,” after feeling as though a convergence of grandeur and divinity was approaching him as he looked at the guru. The trio of Rama, Sita, and Lakshmana bowed to the guru. Agastya greeted Rama with a lot of love and devotion, stating, “Rama, you are the unwaveringly dharmic and revered ruler of all worlds. You have come to be my adored guest, noble and respected as you are. I’m about to give you the Visnu bow. Visvakarma has created this gold heavenly bow that is covered with diamonds. The amazing arrows that sparkle like the Sun and light like blazing fires were a gift from Brahma. Indra has given me the quivers that hold them, which have an endless supply. He also gave me a sword with a polished gold scabbard and grip. This is the powerful sword that Lord Visnu used to battle and defeat the rakshasas. Rama! Accept all of these, which can defeat adversaries like Indra’s unstoppable weapon Vajra.”

Agastya stated, “After giving Rama the most potent weapons of Visnu, “Rama! I am very happy that you are here. You must be exhausted from the lengthy travel. Sita, the supreme personification of goodness, who is unable to survive the harsh forests, follows you because she adores you so much. At this hermitage, let her enjoy herself. Women have always kept their husbands happy in times of wealth but abandoned them in times of difficulty because that is just how they are. Additionally, they are accused of being as erratic as lightning, ruthless as a blade, and fast as the winds. Your partner, however, is pure and possesses wonderful attributes that are comparable to those of Arundhati. This place will become holy and famous because of your presence.” Then, in utmost humility, Rama begged Agastya to inform them about a location where there was plenty of water and greenery and where they might dwell in peace and harmony. Says Agastya “Panchavati, which is near the Godavari River, is located a short distance away. Live there, in the middle of those verdant woods, keeping your word and passing the time till the exile is ended. Your bravery will serve you well as a resident of Panchavati in defending the austere forest dwellers “. Agastya Rama was left in awe and left to go to Panchavati.

Rama saw a bird with a huge body as they travelled to Panchavati. Rama and Lakshmana believed it to be a rakshasa in disguise and confronted it. A soft, comforting voice responded to the challenge, “little ones! Consider me to be your father’s buddy “. They showed him respect and inquired about his name and ancestry after being overcome with delight at running into a familiar face in the desert. The bird then began to explain his birth tale, “If you pay attention, I’ll list all of the Prajapathis who formerly controlled this ocean-bound planet. Kardama was the first of them. The others that followed him were Vikreeta, Sesha, Samsraya, Sthanu, Marichi, Atri, Kratu, Paulatsya, Angirasa, Prachetasa, Pulaha, Daksha, Vivaswata, and Arishtineni. The final of these great heroes was Kasyapa. Eight of Daksha Prajapathi’s sixty daughters were married by Kasyapa Prajapathi. One of them was referred to as Syeni, and she wed Aruna, the Sun’s charioteer. Aruna was Vinata’s son and Garuda’s sibling. Two eagle-born boys were born to Syeni and Aruna. The younger of the two, my name is Jatayu, and my brother’s name is Sampathi. These jungles are filled with danger, and calamities are always lurking. I would live with you if you choose, serving as Sita’s protector and your companion.” Rama greeted Jatayu and happily accepted his offer, wrapping his arms around him.

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When Rama arrived at Panchavati, he requested Lakshmana to pick a location for their hermitage. Yet Lakshmana remarked “Since I am your servant, I lack that freedom. You will always have the last say.” Rama picked a location next to a lake where soft-petaled lotuses filled the air with aroma, pleased at his brother’s trust in him. Rama stated “Agastya must have had this location in mind for us, where the Godavari flows gracefully and the rainbow’s colours appear to be encased in the mineral-rich mountains. The trees that beautify this region of the earth and the creatures that live there are numerous. Asoka, Mango, Ketaka, Champa Kharjura, Sala, and numerous more trees combine to create a gorgeous green canopy that serves as a haven for countless bird flocks. The mountains are majestic, and the herds of elephants that graze them appear inscribed in their beauty! The air is alive with bird singing, and deer play and frolic in the forested glades while peacocks ecstatically dance, making this sacred spot ravishingly lovely. Let’s stay here along with Jatayu.” Soon, a cabin began to take shape, constructed tenderly by one devoted brother for another. Lakshmana’s affectionate embraces of those he claimed to love and the cottage itself were both beloved by Rama “You are like a father to me, a devoted dharmic who is always conscious of my needs. Because of you, Dasaratha continues to exist.”

As time went on, Rama, his loyal brother, and their devoted consort lived in harmony in Panchavati. Winter soon replaced autumn as it bowed out. On a lovely morning, as they made their way to the Godavari River, Lakshmana said, “Rama! You hold this time of year in the highest regard. The woodlands on earth are stunningly dressed in russet magnificence. Men seek the comfort of fire when the wind whistles through them and the air is chilly. Harvest season is a time to give thanks to the gods for their abundance. To expand their sphere of influence and capture new territories, kings dream of wars and battlefields. Under the cover of the biting frost, forests repose. Mist-hazed riverbanks conceal their feathery pals, whose existence is only made known by their screams. The Himalayan peaks stand valiantly guarding the northern borders despite being blasted by freezing cold winds and heavy snow showers. The Sun’s beams now cast gentle light rather than stinging ones. Men stay inside their homes out of fear while the cold ravages the trees. The ducks wait on riverbanks, daring not to venture into the chilly water like cowardly warriors. As glacial gusts sweep down in cold wrath from their northern limits, the lotuses tremble and shrivel. Only their stalks remain as quiet witnesses to their formerly splendid existence as they stand alone, their gentle petals having shed. The cold magnificence of the season is enjoyed by fields and groves. Observe how elephants struggling to drink from frigid streams pull out their trunks in desperation. Rama! Consider Bharata, the best example of sibling love. Renouncing kingdom, pomp, pleasure and plenty, he lives the life of a mendicant, practising austerities and sleeping on the cold floor. He may be travelling to the Sarayu River even as I write this. At this hour of the night, how can he subject himself to the pain of its chilly waters? That great son of Dasaratha has sacrificed all luxury to imitate your life here. He is long-armed, radiant, and has eyes that rival the splendour of lotus petals. Because Bharata has nothing of Kaikeyi in him, he refutes the idea that males take on the characteristics of their mothers. How could she be so evil since her husband is the magnificent king Dasaratha and her son is the most upright Bharata?” Lakshmana was chastised by Rama, who has always followed dharma “Lakshmana shouldn’t denigrate Kaikeyi; now, tell me more about Bharata. Despite being in exile, my heart longs for the man whose words are so heavenly and wonderful. When shall I rejoin those kind-hearted brothers of mine?”

Rama and his spouse lived contentedly in the hermitage that Lakshmana had so carefully constructed. Surpanakha, the sister of the rakshasa ruler Ravana, strayed into this joy one day. She witnessed Rama, who was radiant and godlike. She caught a glimpse of his magnificently glowing face and lion-like powerful chest. He was a true feast for the eyes, with long arms and limpid eyes. He was young, brave, and regal, walking with the magnificent pace of an elephant. He was as alluring as the god of love himself with his delicate skin that shone like a blue lotus. Surpanakha was enchanted by the sight of that majestic form, which was comparable to Indra. She was taken in by Rama’s alluring charisma! The difference between the good and the evil was stark and enormous. Surpanakha was old and revolting, but Rama was youthful and lovely. She was coarse and hefty, whereas he had a narrow waist. The demon’s obnoxious tones stood in stark contrast to Rama’s dulcet tones, just as his righteousness put the demon’s cunning and evil tactics to shame. Rama’s stunning black hair stood in stark contrast to her coppery knots. The disgusting rakshasa lady, however, was driven by an uncontrollable yearning for Rama, the personification of virtue. She replied to him, “You pose as an ascetic while carrying weapons like a Kshatriya while being accompanied by your wife, who has matted hair. What brings you to this Rakshasa area, I ask. Rama said, “There once was a king named Dasaratha, whose reputation matched that of the gods. This is Lakshmana, my brother, who always and in any situation adheres to me. I am Rama, the first born of his sons. The daughter of the monarch of Videha, Sita, is my consort. My mother and father Kaikeyi asked me to come here. I lead an austere lifestyle because I must obey my parents’ rules. Now, explain me your family tree and who your relations are.”

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Added Surpanakha: “I am Surpanakha, a demonic being with unlimited form-changing abilities. All creatures fear me, and I wander these woodlands alone. My brother is Visravas’s son, Ravana, who rules over all rakshasas. My second brother, Kumbhakarna, is strong and robust and is constantly dozing off. Although he is not a rakshasa, Vibhishana is also one of my brothers. The bravery of my other two brothers, Khara and Dooshana, is well known. I have come to accept you as my husband, leaving them all behind for you. Why are you seeking Sita? She doesn’t fit you since she is ugly and malformed. Become my wife. To get rid of your brother and this woman, I’ll eat them both. Then, while we explore this enchanted Dandaka’s woodlands and mountain summits.”

Rama smiled and remarked to Surpanakha, who was much in love with him, “I have a wife, and I love her, mom. A competitor wife would be annoying and upsetting for people like you. My brother Lakshmana is brave, charming, and honourable. He no longer has a wife. He deserves to be your spouse because of your beauty, and you will serve him in the same way as the Sun’s beams serve Mount Meru’s peaks. ” Surpanakha quickly abandoned Rama and turned her ardour onto the younger Ikshvaku prince, to whom she made a marriage proposal “I claim your heart with my unmatched beauty and devotion. Come joyously explore these forests with me.” When confronted in this manner, Lakshmana demonstrated his unparalleled talent for wordplay “Gorgeous, Lady! Your skin has a lotus-like radiance! Only a slave, I am! You will inherit the same position if you marry me. My venerable brother is the only one who is my master; I am only his servant. Rama should make you his second wife because of how lovely you are. How can he not quickly get weary of his mortal lady and leave her for you if he is enchanted by your charms and mesmerised by your beauty?” Surpanakha, who was crude and callous, failed to see the subtle jab. She marched up to where Rama and his consort were seated after believing Lakshmana. She said angrily, “Do you treat me unfairly because of this unattractive woman? I’m going to eat her right now, get rid of my competition, and live happily ever after with you “. Then, when Sita cowered in fear, she charged at her with a menace. What had once been a bothersome diversion was now posing a serious threat. “Lakshmana, making fun of the uneducated is bad form. Punish this hideous incarnation of evil who has gone insane, and see Sita’s dread “Rama remarked as he made an effort to halt Surpanakha. She stormed around in ferocious pursuit, ignoring his attempts to fend her off. The stubborn and misinformed woman made her decision, sealing both her and her race’s fate as she was prodded by an unstoppable fate. As retribution for her error, Lakshmana severed Surpanakha’s ears and nose. She fled into the forest while howling in pain and was covered in blood. She hurried to her brother Khara in Jansthana, causing a commotion with her thunderous voice that sounded like a descending tempest. Like a meteor thrown to earth, she collapsed at his feet. She collapsed, angry, ashamed, and afraid, but she quickly got to her feet to tell her story.

Complete Ramayan is Listed Below (Major Incidents)

Ramayan Part 1 Ramayan Part 14
Ramayan Part 2 Ramayan Part 15
Ramayan Part 3 Ramayan Part 16
Ramayan Part 4 Ramayan Part 17
Ramayan Part 5 Ramayan Part 18
Ramayan Part 6 Ramayan Part 19
Ramayan Part 7 Ramayan Part 20
Ramayan Part 8 Ramayan Part 21
Ramayan Part 9 Ramayan Part 22
Ramayan Part 10 Ramayan Part 23
Ramayan Part 11 Ramayan Part 24
Ramayan Part 12 Ramayan Part 25
Ramayan Part 13

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