Lakshman had a bad feeling about this. He looked grimly at Vibhishan. If he were ever to be vocal about the way things were being done, he told himself, now was the time.
“So we throw rocks into the sea?” he asked in as measured a tone as he could manage.
“Yes my dear brother,” said Rama. He could see Sita already. “The mighty sea god Varun has assured me they will float.”
Float indeed, thought Lakshman. He could imagine his brother, himself, and bits and pieces of the vaanar sena crying out for help to each other as they floated away in different directions in the sea, all sitting on separate rocks.
“If I remember correctly, throwing rocks into the sea is exactly what we were doing a week ago,” Lakshman couldn’t help being louder than usual. Vibhishan shifted on his feet. There was no way of getting out of the tent without brushing against either of the brothers.
“I sense a lack of faith in you Lakshman,” said Rama. “Trust the devas and all will be well.”
“The devas couldn’t protect themselves when Ravana attacked them. We are to trust them to help us against Ravana? You sit hungry by the sea for seven days and seven nights and a deva tells you to throw rocks into water!”
Rama was silent. There was little one could do against the onslaught of reason. Faith fought in silence.
“Hanuman tells me they have siege weapons. Some of Lanka’s senapatis ride on giant lizard-like monsters that breathe fire. I have heard of those. Ravana must have brought them in from faraway China. The king of Lanka himself rides a flying chariot he took from his brother Kuber,” said Lakshman. “All we have is trained monkeys and rocks!”
Young Angad, nephew to the vaanar king Sugreev stopped short in his tracks just outside the tent. Lakshman saw him and froze. Angad looked into his eyes and smiled. Lakshman smiled back. Rama caught his stare and turned to look at Angad. Angad bowed to both of them, turned back and left.
Lakshman hung his head. Rama sighed. This was not the first time Lakshman had thrown political correctness to the wind. But he was just a boy. Rama smiled, ‘always a boy’.
He put a hand on Lakshman’s shoulder. “I am starving. Seven days and seven nights. Get me something to eat, will you?”
Lakshman walked out of the tent, his eyes still boring the ground.
Some distance away, he found Angad sitting on a rock with his face in his hands and couldn’t help grinning.
“What?” said the young vaanar, who had turned to notice Lakshman.
“You won’t believe what he is planning,” Lakshman said.
“Ya? What? Tell me.”
“We are SO dead,” said Lakshman and started walking towards the trees.
“Tell me what he is planning. Please tell me,” said Angad urgently and bounded behind Lakshman.
Ram was only a King.He was not a God because he tortured his own loving wife
whole life.Sita was never happy with Ram.
1.Ram suspected on his loving wife sita cause she lived in the palace of other man Ravan.
2.The Reality was that Ravan never touched Sita without her permission.
3.Ram leaved his wife Sita in jungle.she was pregnant and wandered here and there.
4.If Ram loved his wife then why he took purity test to sita.
5.Ram was weaker than Baali so,he killed him from behind the tree.This proved that Ram was
not a brave king.
6.Sita was pure so she did not suffer that his husband Ram suspected on her character.
7.So,Sita decided for suicide and she entered into the earth and took herself for burial.
8.Ram should also took purity test.He was also the husband of sita.
9.This prove that there was no respect for women in those days.
10.Ram was also called the embodiment of Vishnu.If Ram was a real embodiment then Ravan had not
dared to kidnap his wife.
11.If a Normal Saint was could know about future then why was it not possible for incarnation to know
about future.How he could not know what will happened in his life in future.
12.If Ram was incarnation then normal saint had not dare to burn Ram into ash.
my brother, you yourself know the answer.
यदि त्वं न क्षमो राजन्गमिष्यामि यथागतम् ।
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