Mangalmandir - Maruti Edition (PDF) - Sai Kirtan Group

Lord Sri Raamji‘s command had been settled, but now it was Mother Sitaa‘s command.
What to do now? Hanumaanji was trapped in confusion. Clasping his hands, he said:
―Mother! Your command is an issue of breaking my lifelong vow. So I will think it over
and give you my reply tomorrow.‖
―Very well‖, said Sitaaji, ―You are free to think it over.‖
All night Hanumaanji spent thinking over, but could not come to any decision which he
could put into action immediately. He had realised there was no meaning to the worldy
things, but then why was Mother Janaki insisting on the issue? He could not comprehend
this.
It was just before breaking of dawn. In his relentless thinking over, his eyes now became
drowsy and fell asleed. And he had a dream. He had, as if taking on board the command
of Mother and the Lord, set out in search of a bride.
In the dream, he felt he was walking through a forest and arrived in Dandak-Aranya. It
was evening time.He was looking to rest. So he turned towards a hut in the distance.
Entering the hut Hanumaanji began to look around.The home had been decorated
beautifully. Upon tender leaves was set a deer skin. In one corner there were forest fruit,
in another corner was bench of sandalwood with throne for a king. On the thone was
place a crown, beautiful clothes. On the wall was hung a Vinaa.
Taking each item in his hand, Hanumaanji checked them out. Such beautiful house and
no householder in sight! ―Who could be the residet of this hut? If it is a Rushi or Muni,
then would benefit from religious rendering.. Anf if not, then spend the night in
relaxation and proceed forward tomorrow.‖ Hanumaanji thus made a decision.
Per chance, Hanumaanji wore the clothes on the throne.And in wonderment, he put on his
head the crown that was on the throne. And sitting on the throne he began to think: ―The
food is ready, but there is time before eating. Also without the owner of the hut present it
is disrespectful to eat alone. So let me play the Vinaa.
Mahaavirji very carefully took off the Vinaa fromm th wall and began to play.
But how long would a tender Vinaa last in the strong hands of Mahaavirji? Just about
with the first sound, the Vinaa strings went pieces!
Becoming renounced, Hanumaanji let out: ―Such tender instruments are of no use to me.‖
And thereafter he laid relaxing for a long time on the deerskin. His mind began to
wonder: ―What would be the purpose of the command of Mother? Should I carry out her
command? If I have to carry out her command, then what sort of bride should I be
looking for? Fat or thin? Tender or quarrelsome?
Suddenly, his thaoughts took a turn, and his mind bvegan to wonder: ―What! How come I
have involved in such thoughts? This is all illusion of Maaya. How can the Hanumaan
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