Mangalmandir - Maruti Edition (PDF) - Sai Kirtan Group

―As you wish‖, saying so the great warrior Hanumaanji jumped from the high peak of the
mountain. Coming down to the valley below, he changed his form. He already had the
accomplishment of changing his form, so he took the form of a Brahmin and walked
forward.
Despite Sugriv‘s assumption that they were both spies of Vaali, he had no such doubt, but
obeying the master‘s command, he felt appropriate to comply by remaining a decoy.
In the form of a Brahmin he approached the two princes. The two with dark and light
complexion, their beautiful faces, delightful forms and charisma – seeing thus
Hanumaanji became ecstatic. Reaching them he bowed to the feet of Raam and Laxman.
A Brahmin bowing to the feet of a kshtriya was against the principles of the shaashtras.
So Bhagwaan Raam bending down lifted up the Brahmin form Hanumaanji, and clasping
both his hands Sri Raam questioned: ―Fellow vopra, we are kshatriya sons. Due to the
circumstances we have had to take on the robes of mendicants. Still by your birth we are
obliged to worship to you. Pray tell us, who are you? Pray tell us what can we do for
you?‖
―Bhagwan,‖ said Hanumaanji, ―I will give my introduction later. If it is not too much
trouble, then with such delicate child bodies why have you come to these lands afar? In
these dense forests, thorns, sharp stones and difficult paths, your bodies have withered. In
these forests abide terrible demons. Such wonderful kshatriya children like you, why do
you take on so much pain?‖
―Pray tell me who are you? I am very impressed by your wonderful forms. You feel like
the great divine Brahmaa, Vishnu or Mahaadev. Or the very Indra, Varun, Agni or Nar-
Naaraayan who have come to sanctify this earth. I am very eager to know.‖
With a mild smile, Bhagwaan Raam said: ―Dear brother Vipra, we are not Indra, Varun
or Kuber. We ae just ordinary princes. My name is Raam. And this is my younger brother
Laxman. We are both sons of the Lord of Ayodhyaa the great king Dashrath and come to
the forest with daughter of Janak Sitaa. Due to adverse fate, some wicked demon has
abducted Sitaadevi. We brothers are roaming in search of her everywhere. You seem like
a Brahmin roaming in the forest. If you have any news on the whereabouts of Sitaadevi,
then pray tell us. Or if it is possible then help us to search for her.‖
Listening to such courteous sayings, great warrior Hanumaanji was elated with joy, How
can the pen of no feeling write?. From his eyes began to flow tears of joy. What he had
heard in the Raamaayan from mother Anjanaadevi, he felt that story was taking real form
here. The feet of Sri Raam that Bhagwaan Shankar had given vision of, that very Raam in
child form was standing in front of him – that very thought made him lose him his senses.
By the first saying of Sri Raam, he was convinced that he was his chosen deity, but
knowing all the subsequent details he could not stop himself. ―Glory to Bhagwaan
Raam!‖ saying thus he reeled at the feet of Sri Raam. With the flow of his tears, he as if
washed the feet of Sri Raam. He took the dust of the feet of Sri Raam to his head.
He now did not fancy at all the pretence any more. Once the feet of of the Lord‘s feet are
reached, how can pretence ever last? Hanumaanji abandoning the form Brahmin, took to
his real form. Lifting his child friend unparalleled devotee Hanumaanji by both his hands
he took him in his embrace heart to heart.
Where the thousand faced Shesh fails to fully describe the meeting of devotee and the
Lord, then how can this lifeless pen approach the subject? The devotee rarely gets direct
vision of the Lord. The joy of the hearts of both had gone into long swings here.
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