RAVANA AND RAMA

Situation Of Ramayana : The Prince of Lanka, is beheaded by the valiant prince, Lakshmana in the epic battle for Sita. Ravana’s army is left shell shocked and faces certain defeat as they retreat for the day. Ravana, their mighty emperor watches them crumble under fear for their life and steps out of his golden palace to talk to them……

“…You have lost your prince. He fought bravely, and you hold testimony to his courage. But his head rolls on the bloodied ground. He therefore will no longer win you this war. You my brothers, will. I hear your heart mumble a question. Question that holds in itself power to destroy every one of us.  What am I asking of you? And who am I to ask you for anything?  I’m your aging Emperor, yes. But then life is more glorious and death more devastating. So why do I matter for either. I have brought to this kingdom another man’s wife. A king without a throne they say. In that moment of immoral agony, I committed a sin. Am I a wounded mortal as a result. Maybe, I am. The invincible warrior in me, can thus be defeated. That woman, the one who was born out of the earthly womb, brought ages of doom and death. I will not, even for a moment, deny that. But tell me , my brothers, what would you have done?. How would you look at your own self every moment and be reminded of an image of your princess, with her face mutilated, her lips eaten off, and she barely left alive. How would you respond to the agony of killing her off with your own sword, out of love. She was my sister. And maybe therefore this is my war and mine alone. But tell me my brothers, was she nothing to you? You are all brave men, my comrades, and let no God question that. What good is courage then? If we cannot clear our conscience of this stain. That is what I am. An answer to your wordless  question. A man fighting to be brave and not wounded. To be alive and not dead. To kill and not be killed. To stand for what is true, even if it is not fair. To be a story that would resonate through the ages, a hateful one as it may, but still a great one. Even if one strand of your existence heeds fair to what I did or am about to do, walk with me. Beyond the gates and towards the horde of barbarians. Let the swords that you have, stand for something. Brothers, fight for justice. For our lives. Not for me. Not for any thing else. There shall be a moment in your heart which will tell you what you are. My  Brothers, fight to protect that moment. For that moment will defy destiny. And it will define you. Draw your swords.
Open the gates..!!!” 

 

Situation Of Ramayana : ( By Abhishek Sagar ) The Prince of Lanka, is beheaded by the valiant prince, Lakshmana in the epic battle for Sita. Ravana’s army is left shell shocked and faces certain defeat as they retreat for the day. Ravana, their mighty emperor watches them crumble under fear for their life and steps out of his golden palace to talk to them. However their souls are taken in the grief and they now listen to their own fears and impending doom. They turn away from their Emperor and start questioning his deeds….

“This Lord, beckons us, at the death of his son. This Lord who brought us to war for the want of his pride, hurt by his failure to win the princess born to earth. This Lord donned the guise of a beggar to take a woman against her wishes. With this deed, this Lord has lost claim to be the leader of our clan. His appeal to the rage in our hearts is a curtain over his weakness as a man. With Nine heads that he could have lost in glory, he calls up on us to draw our words against the prince of conscience. This Lord who burnt the tail of the messenger sent for peace, now wants us to avenge the death of the woman who didn’t think twice before discarding the protection of our land by trespassing into a neighbour’s land to entice their prince. Ask yourselves, why should we pay the price for the folly of the Lord or the woman who had forsaken our land. What more land and wealth can this war bring when the cause itself is the pride of the Lord. We will remain nameless casualties in history while the Lord gets the glory of being burnt every year. Let not his words lull your judgement. You, who have wronged none must not be the fuel for the Lord’s folly which he so royally terms as immoral agony. This Lord who had the nerve to mock at the offer of peace, does not mean to win the war. Depose the Lord and destroy the laws which pledge our lives for the greed of the ones in power. Fight not for the glory of the King, fight for the Freedom from the Kings. Fight not for the vanity of war, fight for the prosperity in peace. Fight not for the cause that is already lost, fight for the idea that deserves to win. Brothers. It is for us to decide.To be alive and not dead. To end the victories of the killers and the defeats of the killed’. To be fair to the enemies and kind to the weak. To be a race that allows no tyrant to rise even in their dreams. Declare a truce. Rest your swords. Return the princess to her land. Deport the Lord and end his Lordship, once and for all. Tell the enemies, that justice is served and should they attack you after this token of justice, they will meet people who know exactly what they’re fighting for..”

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