How we fall!

As Rām was provoked by anger, the mountains with lions, tigers & swaying trees trembled & ocean agitated. Dense clouds emitting harsh sounds roamed the sky & all living beings frightened. Fear seized Rāvan too, but he seized a great weapon to strike Rām. He held a spear powerful as thunderbolt and with a roar said-Rām, this spear will surely take your life & of your brother too. In fury he then hurled it towards Rām

The spear wreathed as it was in a circle of lightning, with 8 bells ringing & making a loud noise, splashed as it went into sky. Seeing blazing spear, Rām stretched his bow & released streams of arrows. But the spear consumed all arrows as fire consumes moths. Seeing arrows smashed coming in contact with spear & reduced to ashes, Rām took hold of Indra’s spear brought by Matali, which shone like a meteor & hurled it. It hit Rāvan’s spear, tore it and fell with its luster extinguished

With terrific arrows, Rām then hit horses of Rāvan’s chariot. He launched sharp arrows that pierced the chest & then struck forehead of Rāvan with 3 arrows. With all his limbs hit, blood oozed out & Rāvan was severely injured & felt exhausted

Tormented by furious Rām, Rāvan gathering strength shot 1000’s of arrows like torrents from sky. Facing it Rām did not wince like a huge unshakable mountain & interrupted them with his arrows. Rām said to Rāvan-O the worst of demons! Since you took away my helpless wife without my notice from Janasthan, you’re not a person of prowess Taking Sitā away by force, while she was staying at forest, you think you’re a champion?

Having done an act of a coward, you laid your hands on another’s wife, posing as a hero to woman without a protector. O shameless one! You’ve broken bounds of morality & are unstable of customs. You’ve laid hands thro’ vanity of death, in the form of Sitā

What a praiseworthy, great & glorious act has been performed by a valiant brother of Kubera, the god of wealth & rich in strength? Reap now the stupendous fruit of that noxious & contemptible act, perpetrated with sheer vanity. You think of yourself as valiant but were you not ashamed when you took Sitā away as a thief in my absence

Rāvan was the son of a brahmin & also a great scholar, but lust, anger & greed deformed his personality. When someone’s heart gets filled with lust, his heart becomes filled with fraud too. Bhagvad Gita tells us etymology of such a fall

dhyāyato viṣayān puṁsaḥsaṅgas teṣūpajāyate

saṅgāt sañjāyate kāmaḥ kāmāt krodho ’bhijāyate

While contemplating the objects of the senses, a person develops attachment for them, and from such attachment lust develops, and from lust anger arises

krodhād bhavati sammohaḥ sammohāt smṛti-vibhramaḥ

smṛti-bhraṁśād buddhi-nāśo buddhi-nāśāt praṇaśyati

From anger, complete delusion arises, and from delusion bewilderment of memory. When memory is bewildered, intelligence is lost, and when intelligence is lost one falls down again into the material pool.

Thoughts? #gameoflife