text
stringlengths
0
182
Vyasa and Valmiki's time. Even the poets
who wrote these epics in the original did
not create but built out of the inherited
bricks of national memory prior to their
own time. Reading the Ramayana and
Mahabharata even in the form I have
given them, we go back to live with our
ancient forbears and listen to their grand
voice.
Mythology
is
an
integral
part
of
religion. It is as necessary for religion and
national culture as the skin and the
skeleton that preserve a fruit with its juice
and its taste. Form is no less essential than
substance. Mythology and holy figures are
necessary for any great culture to rest on
its stable spiritual foundation and function
as a life-giving inspiration and guide.
Let us keep ever in our minds the fact
that
it
is
the
Ramayana
and
the
Mahabharata that bind our vast numbers
together as one people, despite caste,
space and language that seemingly divide
them.
1. THE CONCEPTION
To the north of the Ganga was the great
kingdom Kosala, made fertile by the river
Sarayu. Its capital was Ayodhya, built by
Manu, the famous ruler of the Solar
dynasty. From Valmiki's description of
the capital Kosala, it is clear that ancient
Ayodhya was not inferior to our modern
cities.
Even
in
ancient
India
city
civilisation had reached a high level.
King Dasaratha ruled the kingdom
from the capital city of Ayodhya. He had
fought on the side of the Devas, and his
fame spread in the three worlds. He was
the equal of Indra and Kubera. The people
of Kosala were happy, contented and
virtuous. The land was protected by a
mighty army, and no enemy could come
anywhere near
It contained forts with moats around
them
as
well
as
many
defensive
intallations, and true to its name, Ayodhya
defied all enemies. (Ayodhya means that
which
cannot
be
subdued
by
war).
Dasaratha had eight wise ministers, ever
ready to advise him and execute his
orders. Great sages like Vasishtha and
Vamadeva and other Brahmanas taught
the dharma and performed rituals and
sacrifices.
Taxes were light and punishment of
crime was just and inflicted according to
the
capacity
of
the
wrong-doer.
Surrounded by the best counsellors and
statesmen, the king's splendor shone as the
rising sun. Many years rolled smoothly
by. In the midst of all this prosperity
Dasaratha had one regret; he had no son.
One day in early summer he thought of
performing a horse sacrifice for progeny.
He consulted his religious masters and on
their advice, got sage Rishyasringa to
perform the Yaga. The Yaga was a grand
affair and the invitees included many of
the kings of the day. It was no easy thing
to