Chapter
6(a)
Lanka on Fire
Hanuman
knew that it was wrong to spend any more time in Lanka.
He felt that the sooner he communicated to Rama the
welcome news about Sita the better for all concerned. He
prayed for permission to leave. She said, "Go. Go safe
and soon. Tell Rama to come soon and take me with Him".
She shed tears of hope and sorrow. Hanuman was moved by
the pathos of the scene. Sadness overwhelmed his brave
heart. He consoled her and said, "Very soon, Mother, Rama
will lay siege to this Lanka, with his Vanara hordes, he
will destroy these Rakshasa forces, rescue you and
restore you to Ayodhya."
But, Sita was
inconsolable. She had her doubts. "Hanuman! What is it
that you say! Can monkey hordes fight against and destroy
these
Rakshasas who
have mastered many a mysterious stratagem and subterfuge,
and who are themselves much stronger? How can the two
brothers, Rama and Lakshmana, stand up against these
demons and win? Victory over the demons is an impossible
dream. This can end only in my death. Rather than causing
the death of so many of you on the battlefield, I would
fain breathe my last and save all your lives." Sita was
lamenting thus, while Hanuman interrupted her and said,
"Mother! Do not weep. We of the monkey horde are the bond
slaves of Rama. All of us believe that Rama is our
strength and our courage. We take in as our very breath
the name, Rama. We have no other source of life.
Therefore, even if each of these Rakshasas increases a
thousand fold in devilry, we monkeys can easily destroy
them. We can win victory over them in spite of their
wiles and wickedness. You are doubting the extent of our
strength and skills, since we appear in our wonted forms.
Let me show the Form I can assume in battle." Hanuman
rose sky-high, and stood before Sita - a mountain-peak of
shining Gold. Sita was astonished at this; she said,
"Hanuman! Stop. Stop. Enough. Limit yourself. If the eyes
of the Rakshasas fall on you, you may not be able to
return soon to Rama." Sita protested and pleaded with him
to assume his old form. Hanuman gave up the terrible form
he had converted himself into, and became a quiet little
monkey in no time. Hanuman fell at the feet of Sita and
turned his steps away. But, the plight of Sita and her
anguished face were so deeply imprinted on his heart that
his feet would not move away.
While returning from
the place where Sita was, he saw an orchard and plucking
some tasty fruits, he ate his fill. He cast aside those
that were unripe and the extra one he had plucked.
Sighting this, a Rakshasa guard wanted to frighten him
away but Hanuman gave him a blow which felled him to the
ground. He ran to the head of the gang of guards; he fled
in terror to his superior in office and he in turn
approached his master; thus, the news of a monkey rioting
in the garden reached the Imperial ears of Ravana
himself. It struck Ravana as an evil omen. He could not
restrain his anger at the mischief and the insult. The
flames of his ire rose to the skies. He ordered a few
hundred Rakshasas to overwhelm and catch the audacious
animal. Since they could not succeed in their mission, he
sent a few thousand trained and heavily armed
Soldier-Rakshasas into the garden where Hanuman was
awaiting their onslaught. Even that formidable force
could not harm the monkey or persuade him to move off!
Hanuman broke a dry twig from the tree on which he sat
and with that tiny weapon which he waved around to the
recital of Ram, Ram, he warded off every missile that was
directed at him. Seeing this, the Rakshasas wondered who
he was. Was he an emissary of the Gods? Or, was he the
harbinger of the destruction of Lanka? The defeated
heroes returned to camp, burdened with premonitions of
disaster. They had no courage left to report their
discomfiture to their ruler, Ravana. "You sent on this
expedition countless Rakshasas selected for this special
assignment; but, we could not achieve the object. When
the monkey roared once, hundreds of our men died for
sheer fear. The earth shook under our feet. That roar
echoed and re-echoed from every mansion in the city.
Seeing our plight, our leaders decided to come to you and
report that this is no ordinary foe, and that this
presages some evil calamity." This was the statement they
made before Ravana. He was told the plain fact, without
any reservation; if the monkey was allowed to roam about,
danger was certain to envelope the land.
At this, Ravana sent
his own dear son, Akshayakumara, at the head of thousands
of seasoned Warrior-Rakshasas. But Hanuman slaughtered
this host in a trice, and Ravana had to mourn the death
of his beloved son. The entire land shivered in fear at
the news of the death of the Prince and the decimation of
his army. People whispered in fear, that this was no
ordinary monkey, that it must be a Divine Phenomenon, and
that it was the terrible avenger for the sin of bringing
Sita over to Lanka. Many prayed to Sita in their heart of
hearts to deliver Lanka from the monkey, for they feared
it was her vengeance that had taken shape as that strange
beast. Ravana sent word for Meghanada, and commissioned
him to destroy this new invader. He placed at his
disposal a huge army of several thousands. Meghanada
ascended his chariot and led the heroic army in great
pomp. As they marched along, earth and sky were astounded
at their might and their angry tread. Their war cry rent
the heavens. All who witnessed that pageantry and panoply
were struck with wonder and admiration.
Hanuman watched their
march and heard their trumpetings with absolute
unconcern; he sat unmoved, on a little branch of the
spreading tree, and enjoyed the antics of the Rakshasas
until they drew near. The soldiers rained arrows on
Hanuman from all sides. With one ear-splitting roar,
Hanuman jumped down and plucking a giant tree by its
roots, he waved it round, beating off the rain of arrows
that tried to reach him. The arrows were swept off so
fast that when they hit back the Rakshasas who shot them,
the impact killed them in such larger numbers that very
few were left to carry on the fight. Meghanada was felled
by a blow; he rolled, spouting blood. So, he resolved to
resort to the sacred arrow of Brahma that he had with
him. He knew that Brahma, the first of the Trinity, had
told Ravana that he would meet his death at the hands of
man and monkey. He decided to prevent that calamity. The
Brahmaastra was released with appropriate ritual
formulae. Hanuman had great reverence for the weapon that
is sanctified by such
manthras and
dedicated to Brahma. So, he did not counteract it; he
reverentially prostrated before it. So, it was easy for
Meghanada to bind him with the Serpent Rope.
The happy news was
immediately carried to Ravana by the exultant Rakshasas.
Lakhs of eager
faces crowded the streets to see the monkey that had been
bound. Hanuman was unaffected by fear or anxiety; he
moved calm and collected watching the crowds with an
amused smile. At last, he reached the Audience Hall of
Ravana. The courtiers and ministers assembled there were
aghast at the insulting indifference shown by Hanuman to
the display of power and luxury that the Hall contained.
Ravana laughed aloud at the absurd figure of the monkey;
but the next moment, he was overcome by fear of impending
death. However, anger was the over-riding emotion at that
time in him. He asked, "Hey, you monkey! Who are you
really? Whose is the might that you have been exhibiting
and using? Why did you destroy this orchard and this
park? Though bound, you have no sense of shame; you look
around with your head high up. Come. Give me the right
answers".
Hanuman had a hearty
laugh at his interrogator. He used for his replies a
style of speech and a vocabulary which were beyond the
understanding of the people who stood around him. But,
Ravana, who was an expert in Rhetoric and Grammar,
understood him quite well and the dialogue between them
appeared to the listeners like a disputation between two
intellectual giants. Ravana demonstrated before
Hanuman several magic feats in order to impress him with
his invincibility. He manifested many powers and feats.
But, Hanuman remained unmoved. He said, "Ravana! I know
your prowess. I have heard that you fight with a thousand
arms. I am aware also of your famous fight with
Vali.
But, what wrong have I done? I was hungry; I plucked a
few trees by their roots; it is my nature. I was in my
element, my natural habitat, the tree top. Of course,
each one has the desire and the determination to
safeguard his own life, to protect his own body. Your
soldiers are awfully wicked. They hurt me; so, I hurt
them, and unable to bear the hurt, they died. I fought
with them in order to save myself. The arrow of your son
forced me to enter into his bondage. But I am not trying
to deceive you in return. My only desire is to carry out
the orders of my Master. Listen to me carefully. Give up
all sense of personal pride and reputation. Reflect on
the grandeur of your clan, the family to which you
belong. Remember, you are the great-grandson of Brahma.
You are the grandson of the great Pulastya. You are the
son of Visravas. Give up this delusion of accumulating
pomp and power; adore in your heart the Destroyer of Fear
from the hearts of those devoted to Him, the Crown Jewel
of the Ikshvaku Dynasty, the precious Gem of the Raghu
Dynasty, Rama! Surrender to Him, take refuge in Him. Even
Time shivers in fear before Him. It is not good for you
to harbour enmity towards Him. Listen to me: Place Sita
at the Lotus Feet of Rama, and meditate on the Grace that
flows from those Feet. Strengthened by that Grace, rule
over the state of Lanka for ever and ever. Make the glory
of your grandfather, Pulastya, reach the far corners of
the world, without blemish, so long as the sun and moon
illumine the sky. The fair name of your line should not
be tarnished by you in the least. Give up your pride and
your delusion. O, Emperor! Rivers taking birth on
mountain ranges get flooded in the rainy season and roll
furiously along; but within weeks, they run dry with just
a trickle of water. Your power and wealth will soon dry
up and vanish. Adore Rama as the source of power and
wealth; then, they would never get dry; for, He is the
inexhaustible spring of peace and prosperity. He is ever
full. He won't lose, but you will benefit from Him. 0
Ravana! I am telling you with nothing held back, with an
open mind. No one can rescue the unfortunate person who
is blinded by hatred towards Him. Accept my
advice."
These words of Hanuman
were soft and salutary; they were full of wisdom and
morality. But, Ravana was not prepared to benefit by the
counsel. He said, "Fool! Dare you advise me what to do?
Fie on you, fie! Death has drawn near you; or else, you
would not have the courage to lecture long thus in my
presence. Enough of your prating, keep your mouth shut!"
Hanuman did not obey. He retorted "Ravana! These words or
yours spell your doom. Alas! You have become insane. You
will know the truth of my diagnosis as time passes. In a
few days, you can know to whom Death is drawing near, to
you or to me!"
When Hanuman spoke
thus, in utter fearlessness, with no bounds or limits,
Ravana was enraged beyond control. He rose, spouting fire
and slapping his thighs in challenge he roared an order
to his henchmen to kill the impertinent monkey. And,
everyone rushed to where Hanuman sat bound in snake
ropes. Just at that moment, Vibhishana,
Ravana's brother, entered the Hall, followed by his
retinue. He prostrated before his elder brother and said,
protestingly, "Master! It is not right to kill an
emissary. Rajadharma will not approve the deed. Punish
him in any other manner, but do not pronounce the
sentence of death". The ministers of Ravana supported
this stand and declared that what he had suggested was
the noblest truth. Ravana laughed in scorn at their
absurd ideas of right and wrong; still, he climbed down
and said, "Well. Mutilate him and send him off." The
ministers gathered in a group to decide on the
mutilation. They came to the conclusion that monkeys are
proud of their tails and would fain keep them intact long
and strong. Some one suggested that the best punishment
would be to wind sheets of cloth on the tail, pour oil
until it soaks and drips and then set fire to the tail.
This plan got unanimous acceptance! They exulted among
themselves at the brilliance of the idea. "The tail-less
monkey will proceed to its master and bring him here for
avenging the loss. Then, we can witness the manliness of
his master and his might." There was a spate of whispers
in the Hall.
Hanuman was watching
their movements, listening to their confabulations, and
laughing within himself all the while. When they had
finished, he burst into a thunderbolt of laughter! The
Rakshasas were enraged at this display of insulting
behaviour. They procured cloth and oil and started the
process of winding and soaking. But, the more they wound
and soaked, the longer grew the tail! Miles of cloth and
tanks of oil had to be ordered. News of the wonder spread
all over the City and crowds of men, women and children
ran towards the Hall to witness the miracle. Meanwhile,
bands of musicians led the procession. Crowds began
clapping hands. Hanuman was led along the streets with
oil-soaked cloth wound along the whole length of his
tail. At last, the Central Square of the City of Lanka
was reached. There, before a huge crowd of eager
citizens, a burning flame was applied to the tip of
Hanuman's tail. Suddenly, Hanuman assumed his subtle
form, and so the ropes that had bound him became too
loose and fell off. He could now assume his natural size
and jump about. He rose in one jump on to the top of a
golden mansion; he shouted Rama, Rama, and made the
Rakshasas shudder in fear, for, a strong wind rose from
nowhere and blew with great speed. Hanuman somersaulted
in the air and was beside himself with joy. He jumped
from one mansion to another, with the burning tail
trailing behind him. And, the tail grew longer and
longer. The conflagration swelled in size as he moved
from street to street. The mansions all over the City of
Lanka were caught in the conflagration, and changed into
heaps of ashes. The Rakshasas fled desperately with their
wives and children, forsaking their burning homes, eager
to save their lives. To add to the confusion, cattle,
horses, mules and elephants broke away from their sheds
and ran helter skelter in panic and pain. The entire City
was enveloped in a shroud of wails, cries, roars and
trumpetings. "O! Save us", "O! Take us to a safe place"
... agonizing appeals like these rose from the throats of
women and children and echoed from the sky.
Queen Mandodari heard
that wail. She summoned the soldiers guarding the Palace,
and ordered them to give refuge therein to women and
children. She confessed her fears and poured out the
grief she suffered. "Alas! The foolish obstinacy of
Ravana is causing the extinction of the Rakshasa clan;
this blow will end only with the holocaust. I and
brother-in-law Vibhishana advised him a great deal. We
prayed with folded arms. He refused to pay heed. We
lamented that it will end in the destruction of every
single Rakshasa. But as they say, 'When extermination is
near, discrimination flees far'. Bad times are
approaching him, and so, he is behaving in these
nefarious ways". Wherever she turned her eyes, ferocious
tongues of flame glared at her. And Hanuman too was very
much before her eyes, jumping about in the midst of the
flames. From every household there rose the cry,
"Hanuman! Save us". "Spare this house". With folded
palms, they prayed, "Take pity on our children". The wife
of Kumbhakarna, the younger brother of Ravana, ran
forward with her prayer, "O, Messenger of Rama! My
husband is submerged in deep sleep. Do not set fire to
our home. Save my husband from being burnt to
death".
Lanka was caught in the
throes of total destruction. Ravana himself came to know
of the calamity pretty soon. He ordered that the monkey
be surrounded by soldiers with weapons and mortars. Those
who proceeded towards Hanuman scattered in panic when the
burning tail of Hanuman flailed them mercilessly. Many
were killed by that flaming tail. Women clamoured and
called on the clouds to shower rain and stop the fire
from spreading. Malyavantha saw their plight and said
within himself, "No, this is not fire that can be put out
by rain! This is the unbearable grief of Sita". Others
said, "This is the flame of anger against Ravana; it is
the fiery form of the curse he has to go through. It will
burn this city to ashes". The huge flame hopped from
roof-top, without any sign of exhaustion. Sometimes,
Hanuman made himself small, sometimes, gigantic, but, the
pace of destruction was the same, whatever size he
assumed. The crackle of the flames and the incessant thud
of falling walls could be heard from all
sides.
Sita heard the news;
she raised her head and had one long look at the smoke
and sparkle surrounding the garden. The sky was darkened
by smoke! The garden too had become uncomfortably hot.
Sita called upon the God of Fire without delay and prayed
that He should save Hanuman, the genuine
Bhaktha of
Rama. Since she prayed out of a compassionate heart, it
became suddenly cool and comfortable for Hanuman. Ravana
suffered loss and dishonour for discarding the advice
given by elders and for indulging in vulgar talk, when he
was shown the proper road. In just under a wink, the
capital city of his empire was wiped out by fire. The
house where Kumbhakarna was asleep, and the house of that
supremest among devotees, Vibhishana, were the only two
that were not erased by the fire. Hanuman leaped into the
sea and dipped his tail in the waters to put out the
flame. Then, he assumed the form of a miniature monkey
and reached the place where Sita was; he prostrated
before her, and said, "Mother! I shall relate to Rama all
that you have asked me to. Give me something so that I
could prove that I have met you".
Sita thought for a
while, and taking from her head a gemset jewel, she
placed it in Hanuman's hand. Hanuman pressed it over his
eye reverently and fell at Sita's feet again, overcome
with joy. Sita blessed him, and said, "Hanuman! You saw
with your own eyes the torture Ravana is inflicting on
me, and therefore there is no need for me to dilate on
that. Tell the Lord that he must grant me the fortune of
his darsan:
tell him that I prayed for it again and again. Tell him
that, with Lakshmana, he must lay siege to Lanka, within
a month. Hanuman! These three days I spent happily,
speaking to you of Rama. My heart has become calm and
cool. I cannot imagine how I will spend both night and
day, hereafter, when you are gone. I shall be a fish in a
dry pond. Of course, the omniscient Lord is ever watching
over me; but, when, O, when shall I feast my eyes on
those lotus eyes of His?". Hanuman tried to infuse faith
and courage in her mind by his assurances and assertions;
he prayed, pleaded, and prostrated again and again; at
last he turned towards his path.
Before leaving the
Ashoka Park, Hanuman bellowed a farewell roar, which
shook the earth, and made the men, women and children of
the island shiver in terror. Without any more delay
Hanuman reached the shore of the sea; he filled his mind
with the thought of Rama and his eyes with His charm; and
even while meditating on that Name and Form, he leaped
over the sea and reached the other shore in a trice. That
day was the Full Moon of the month Karthik. The cool
moon-light was as balm to the heart; the name of Rama
implanted strength and joy; Hanuman had won. The monkey
groups who had espied Hanuman from the distance coming
through the horizon were elated beyond words. They were
filled with joy; their faces blossomed. They shone with a
new splendour as they saw him come nearer and nearer.
They exulted that they had fulfilled the mission on which
they were sent by Rama.
Three full days they
had waited for his return, and their hearts had gone dry
with despair; now, they clothed themselves in leaves and
flowers. They ranged themselves along the shore, pressing
forward to clasp Hanuman to their bosoms as he landed. As
soon as Hanuman touched ground, they asked him about what
happened in Lanka, about Sita and her welfare, and
circumstances and conditions of Lanka. Hanuman told them
all they wanted, with high enthusiasm, and left for where
Rama was.
In a short while, they
entered the Madhuvana and gorged themselves with the
fruits that grew thereon, for Sugriva had promised them
all a free run of the garden, as soon as they had
discovered the whereabouts of Sita. The guards posted
there prevented the entry of the horde but, they streamed
in, nevertheless. So, they ran to their master and
reported that they were helpless to prevent the loot.
When Sugriva heard them, he exclaimed, "O, they have won;
they have fulfilled the task set for them by Rama!"; he
was exceedingly happy. Sugriva told the guards, "This is
a celebration; this is a Festival of Ananda.
Go, do not worry!" Meanwhile, groups of monkeys arrived
and fell at the feet of their King and Master. Sugriva
smiled at them and said, "Well, I came to know that you
have attained the fruit of your expedition." They
replied, "Lord! Through your Grace and good wishes we
succeeded in our endeavour. It was a great hero who won
the victory. He gave us new life. If we are standing
before you alive and talking to you, he alone is the
cause". Then they gave him details of the situation in
Lanka and the plight of Sita there. At this, Sugriva rose
suddenly, declaring, "We shall not delay a minute
longer", and hastened to where Rama was. Realizing that
the monkeys were proceeding towards him with the news of
a successful mission, Rama and Lakshmana seated
themselves on a huge boulder watching the group hurrying
forward. They advanced in leaps and bounds, quite
excited, and fell at Rama's feet.
First, Rama inquired
about their health and welfare. Meanwhile, Jambavan, the
senior most among them rose and said, "Those who have
earned your compassion are indeed blessed. That endows
them with all virtues. Such a one's renown will encompass
the three worlds". He praised Hanuman in various ways.
Hanuman rose and prostrated before Rama. He described in
detail the island of Lanka; he told Him of the plight of
Sita with tears of joy and commiseration flowing from his
eyes, and placed in Rama's hands the crest-jewel that he
had brought with extreme care and caution. Rama clasped
Hanuman to his bosom. He said, "O Son of the Wind-god!
Tell me more of Sita, her plight and her
feelings."

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