Sundara Kãnda: Hanuman's Odyssey
By BS Murthy
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While Mahabharata's Bhagvad-Gita is taken as a philosophical guide, Ramayana's Sundara Kãnda is sought for spiritual solace; many believe that reading it or hearing it recited would remove all hurdles and usher in good tidings!
Miracles apart, it's in the nature of this great epic to inculcate fortitude and generate hope in man for it’s a depiction of how Hanuman goes about his errand against all odds. Besides, it portrays how Seetha, on the verge of self-immolation, overcomes despair to see life in a new light?
With rhythm of its verse and the flow of the narrative this sloka to sloka transcreation of the canto beautiful of Valmiki's adi kavya - the foremost poetical composition in the world, Hanuman's Odyssey that paves the way for Rama to rescue his kidnapped wife is bound to charm the readers and listeners alike.
Interestingly, as the following verse illustrates, it was the forerunner of the magic realism of our times – “Gripped she then him by shadow / Cast which Hanuman coast to coast, Recalled he in dismay then / What Sugreev said at outset / That one fiend had aptitude / To grip its prey by mere shadow.”
On a personal note, my paternal grandfather, Bulusu Thimmaiah-garu, like many in his time, was a life-long practitioner of Sundara Kãnda parayana (the epic’s daily recital in part or full), whose spirituality could have providentially guided me in this, rather an effortless, trans-creative endeavour.
BS Murthy
BS Murthy is an Indian novelist, playwright, short story, non-fiction 'n articles writer, translator, a 'little' thinker and a budding philosopher in ‘Addendum to Evolution: Origins of the World by Eastern Speculative Philosophy’ that was originally published in The Examined Life On-Line Philosophy Journal, Vol. 05 Issue 18, Summer 2004.Born on 27 Aug 1948 and schooled in letter-writing, by 1983, he started articulating his managerial ideas, in thirty-odd published articles. However, in Oct 1994, he began penning Benign Flame: Saga of Love with the ‘novel art' and continued his fictional endeavors in ‘plot and character’ driven novels, Jewel-less Crown: Saga of Life and Crossing the Mirage: Passing through youth.Then entering the arena of non-fiction with a ‘novel’ narrative in Puppets of Faith: Theory of Communal Strife, possibly a new genre, he ventured into the zone of translations for versifying the Sanskrit epics, Vyasa’s Bhagvad-Gita (Treatise of self-help) and Valmiki’s Sundara Kãnda (Hanuman’s Odyssey) in contemporary English idiom.Later, ascending Onto the Stage with Slight Souls and other stage and radio plays, he returned to fictional form with Glaring Shadow - A stream of consciousness novel and Prey on the Prowl - A Crime Novel to finally reach the short story horizon with Stories Varied - A Book of Short Stories.Then, as a prodigal son, he returned to his mother tongue, Telugu, the Italian of the East, to craft the short story తప్పటడుగులు (Missteps) only to step into the arena of Indian English Writing with Of No Avail: Web of Wedlock.While his fiction had emanated from his conviction that for it to impact readers, it should be the soulful rendering of characters rooted in their native soil but not the hotchpotch of local and alien caricatures sketched on a hybrid canvas, all his body of work was borne out of his passion for writing, matched only by his love for language, which is in the public domain in umpteen ebook sites.Some of his published articles on management issues, general insurance topics, literary matters, and political affairs in The Hindu, The Economic Times, The Financial Express. The Purchase, The Insurance Times, Triveni , Boloji.com at https://independent.academia.edu/BulusuSMurthyHe, a graduate mechanical engineer from Birla Institute of Technology, Mesra, Ranchi, India, is a Hyderabad-based Insurance Surveyor and Loss Assessor since 1986.He takes keen interest in politics of the day, has an ear for Carnatic and Hindustani classical music and had been a passionate Bridge player.He's is married, to a housewife, with two sons, the elder one a PhD in Finance and the younger a Master in Engineering.-----------------------------------------My ‘Novel’ Account of Human PossibilityWhenever I look at my body of multi-genre work in English, the underlying human possibility intrigues me no end, and why not for my mother tongue Telugu, touted as the Italian of the East, has no linguistic connection with it whatsoever.To start with, I was born into a land-owning family in Kothalanka, a remote Indian village, of Andhra Pradesh to be precise that is after the British had folded their colonial tents from the sub-continent, but much before the rural education mechanism was geared up therein. It was thus the circumstances of my birth enabled me to escape from the tiresome chores of primary schooling till I had a nine-year fill of an unbridled childhood, embellished by village plays and enriched by grandma’s tales, made all the more appealing by her uncanny storytelling ability. Added to that, as my great great maternal grandfather happened to be a poet laureate at the court of a princeling of yore, maybe their genes together strived to infuse their muses in me their progeny.However, as the English plants that Lord Macaulay planted in the Hindustani soil hadn’t taken roots in the hinterland till then, it’s the native tongues that held the sway in the best part of that ancient land. No wonder then, well into my secondary schooling, leave alone constructing an English sentence, whenever I had to read one, I used to be afflicted by an unceasing stammer. Maybe, it was at the behest of the unseen hand of human possibility, or owing to his foresight, and /or both that, in time, my father had shifted our family base to the cosmopolitan town of Kakinada to admit me into Class X at the McLaren High School. And with that began my affair with the English language, facilitated by Chinnababu, my classmate, which, courtesy Abbimavayya, my maternal uncle, found fruition in the continental fiction, in translation, however to the detriment of my mechanical engineering education to the chagrin of my vexed father.Nevertheless, even as the Penguin classics imbibed in me the love for language that is besides broadening my outlook of life, my nature enabled me to explore the possibilities of youth. That’s not all, all through; it was as if destiny tended to afford my life to examine its intrigues while fiction enabled me to handle its vicissitudes with fortitude that stood me in good stead throughout. Besides, in those days of yore, as letter-writing was in vogue, I was wont to embellish my missives to friends and the loved-ones with the insights the former induced and the emotions the latter stirred in me. So to say, all those letters that my latter-day novels carry owe more to my ingrained habit than to the narrative need of my muse.Providentially, when I was thirty-three, my eyes and mind seemed to have combined to explore the effect of the led on the leader, and when the resultant ‘Organizational ethos and good Leadership’ was published in The Hindu; I experienced the inexplicable thrill of seeing one’s name in print. Enthused thus by the fortuitous development, I began to articulate my views on general, and materials management, general insurance, politics, and, not to speak of, life and literature in over a score of published articles. But fiction writing was nowhere near my pen and the thought of becoming a novelist was beyond my horizon for Leo Tolstoy, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Ivan Turgenev, Emily Zola, Gustav Flaubert et al (I hadn’t read Marcel Proust and Robert Musil by then) were, and are, my literary deities, and how dare I, their devotee, to envision myself in the sanctum sanctorum of the novel.All the same, when I was forty-four, having been fascinated by the manuscript of a satirical novella penned by one Bhibhas Sen, an Adman, with whom I had been on the same intellectual page for the past four years then, it occurred to me, ‘when he could, I can for sure’. It was as if Sen had driven away the ghosts of those literary greats that came to shadow my muse but as life would have it, it was another matter that not wanting to foul his work, as he hadn’t obliged the willing publisher to pad it up to a ‘publishable size’, that manuscript remained in the literary limbo.So, with my muse thus unshackled, I set to work on the skeletal idea of Pardonables, the working title of Benign Flame, with the conviction that for fiction to impact readers, it should be the soulful rendering of characters rooted in their native soil, not the hotchpotch of the local and foreign caricatures sketched on a hybrid canvas, the then norm of the Indian Writing in English. Yet, it took me a full fortnight to make the narrative flowing with the opening – ‘That winter night in the mid-seventies, the Janata Express was racing rhythmically on its tracks towards the coast of Andhra Pradesh. As its headlight pierced the darkness of the fertile plains, the driver honked the horn as though to awake the sleepy environs to the spectacle of the speeding train.’However, from then on, it was as though a ‘novel’ chemistry had developed between my muse and the mood of its characters that shaped its fictional course, and soon I came to believe that I had something exceptional to offer to the world of letters, nay the world itself. So, not wanting to die till I gave it to it, I tended to go to lengths to preserve my life that was till I delivered it in nine months with a ‘top of the world’ feeling at that. Then, when one Spencer Critchley, an American critic, thought that – “It’s a refreshing surprise to discover that the story will not trace a fall into disaster for Roopa, given that many writers might have habitually followed that course with a wife who strays into extramarital affairs” – I felt vindicated about my unique contribution. Just the same, as there were no takers to it among the Indian publishers and the Western agents, I was left with no heart to bring my pen to any more paper (those were the pre-keyboard days) though my head was swirling with many a novel idea, triggered by my examined life lived in an eventful manner.Nevertheless, sometime later, that was after I happened to browse through a published book; I had resumed writing, owing altogether to a holistic reason: while it was the quality of Sen’s unpublished work that set me on a fictional course from which I was derailed by the publishers’ apathy, strangely, it was the paucity of any literary worth in that published book that spurred me back onto the novel track to pursue the pleasure of writing for its own sake. It’s thus; I could reach the literary stations of - Crossing the Mirage and Jewel-less Crown that was before my pen, in the wake of the hotly debated but poorly analyzed post-Godhra communal riots, took a non-fictional turn with the Puppets of Faith.Thereafter, as if wanting me to lend my literary hand to other genres, my muse heralded me into the arena of translation, ushered me onto the unknown stage, put me on a stream of consciousness, took me to crime scenes, dragged me into the by-lanes of short stories, and driven me into the novella fold. However, as a prodigal son, I took to my first steps into the Telugu short story field with my ‘Missteps’ తప్పటడుగులు.Whatever, it was Michael Hart, the founder of the Project Gutenberg, who first lent his e-hand to my books ever in search of readers. But who would have thought that life held such literary possibilities in the English language for a rustic Telugu lad reared in the rural Andhra, even in the post-colonial India? So, the possibilities of life are indeed novel and seemingly my life has crystallized itself in my body of work before death could dissipate it.My body of work of ten free eBooks, in varied genres, is in the public domain: https://g.co/kgs/iA9zkd
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Sundara Kãnda - BS Murthy
Sundara Kānda - Hanuman’s Odyssey
BS Murthy
ISBN 81-901911-7-9
Copyright © 2005 BS Murthy
Originally published by Self Imprint in 2005
This improved E-book edition is of 2013
Cover designed with Madhubani painting
F-9, 1-10-234, Ashok Nagar
Hyderabad – 500 020
Other books by BS Murthy
Benign Flame- Saga of Love
Jewel-less Crown – Saga of Life
Crossing the Mirage – Passing through youth
Glaring Shadow - A stream of consciousness novel
Prey on the Prowl – A Crime Novel
Stories Varied – A Book of Short Stories
Onto the Stage – Slighted Souls and other stage and radio plays
Puppets of Faith: Theory of Communal Strife (Non-fiction)
Bhagvad-Gita: Treatise of self-help ( A trans-creative work in verse)
Dedicated to -
Childhood friends, Nittala Rama Rao, who envisaged that I transcreate in English this momentous episode of the adi kavya and Erramilli Rohini Kumar, who, besides encouraging me to undertake the challenge, came up with the book jacket besides Katlin Darnall of the World Public Library for the enriching editing."
Cantos of the Kanda
Canto 1 - Hurdles in Skies
Canto 2 - City in Clouds
Canto 3 - Prelude to Entry
Canto 4 - Foray into Fort
Canto 5 - Life in Lanka
Canto 6 - Precincts to Beat
Canto 7 - Palace in the Plane
Canto 8 - Pushpak’s Prowess
Canto 9 - Harem at Night
Canto 10 - Women in Want
Canto 11 - Qualms of Celibate
Canto 12 - At Wits End
Canto 13 - Errand in the Bend
Canto 14 - Garden of Grief
Canto 15 - Withered Flower
Canto 16 - She is Seetha
Canto 17 - Guards all Hideous
Canto 18 - Ravan on Heat
Canto 19 - Dame in Despair
Canto 20 - Womanizer at Work
Canto 21 - Steadfast in Love
Canto 22 - Deadline to Death
Canto 23 - Guards that Pander
Canto 24 - Carrot and Stick
Canto 25 - Hapless Soul
Canto 26 - Wandering Thoughts
Canto 27 - Dream of a Nightmare
Canto 28 - On the Verge
Canto 29 - Good Tidings
Canto 30 - Hanuman’s Dilemma
Canto 31 - Rama’s Ballad
Canto 32 - Is it True?
Canto 33 - Genesis of Exile
Canto 34 - Swings in Mood
Canto 35 - Winning the Trust
Canto 36 - More of the Same
Canto 37 - Aborted Move
Canto 38 - Story to Tell
Canto 39 - Doubts to the Fore
Canto 40 - Repeats the Dose
Canto 41 - Rampage in the Park
Canto 42 - Panic in the Town
Canto 43 -Itching for Fight
Canto 44 -Takes on Prahastha’s Son
Canto 45 - Marshals in the Mire
Canto 46 - Generals in the Dumps
Canto 47 - Akshay’s Life on Line
Canto 48 - It takes Indrajit
Canto 49 - Ravan’s Darbar
Canto 50 - Cause of Loss
Canto 51 - Advice to Deliver
Canto 52 - Placates the Sibling
Canto 53 - Tail on Fire
Canto 54 - Arson to Hurt
Canto 55 - What of Seetha?
Canto 56 - Havoc of a Take-off
Canto 57 - Flight sans Hassles
Canto 58 - Odyssey in a Nutshell
Canto 59 - Pep Talk to Peers
Canto 60 - Angad on Rebound
Canto 61 - Eying the Madhuvan
Canto 62 - Orgy in the Garden
Canto 63 - Sugreev’s Reading
Canto 64 - Return of the Platoon
Canto 65 - News in Brief
Canto 66 - Tears in Torrents
Canto 67 - Hanuman’s Replay
Canto 68 - Times of Hope
Yuddha Kanda
(War on Ravan)
Canto 01 - Embrace of a Gift
Canto 128 - Coronation and After
Canto 1
Hurdles in Skies
Egged on by peers Vayu’s son
Enshrined by man as Hanuman
Enthused himself to shoulder
Search of Seetha, Rama’s spouse
Snared whom Ravan to Lanka
Sea across that hundred leagues.
With his head then held so high
Gained he size for task on hand.
On that Mahendra mountain then
Colossus like he sauntered there.
Uprooted were trees all those
Brushed as with his chest that strong.
Varied hues of elements there
Made that mountain resplendent.
Grace angels those hill ranges
For their honeymoon so near moon.
At length he reached that hilltop
Lay where elephants in their scores.
Besides Brahma ’n Surya
Prayed he Indra and Vayu.
Facing east he sought blessings
Of Vayu then his Wind God dad
And grew more by turning south.
Grew as Hanuman more and more
To cross that sea vast as it roared
With full tides of full-moon night
Came he face to face with clouds.
As though to test that mountain
Whether it’s right for his take-off
Tapped it Hanuman with his feet.
Shook that mountain his impinge
Shed trees flowers of hues varied.
Flowers all fell then covered it full
Spread they fragrance far and wide.
Welled out water in thick springs
Such was pressure of Hanuman’s feel.
From the cracks it developed thus
Creaked out molten metals varied.
While huge boulders slid in scores
Out came smoke in thick columns.
With that squeeze it came under
Cried all creatures in their caves.
Frightened was no less wildlife
Heard were their howls world over.
In their state of confusion
Serpents with all fiery fangs
Marks of swastik on their hoods
Spewed then venom in profusion.
Venom they spit was fireball like
Turned to tiny stones there rocks.
Herbs of anti-venom were there
Turned though antidote none of them.
Felt all yogis spirit at play
Took to their heels demigods then.
Not to speak of vessels of gold
In their fright gods left all goods.
In panic they left mid-meal
Thought they none of gold armour.
In their sodden demeanours then
Reached they all their heavenly homes.
Amorous angels in their scores
Built their love-nests in those skies.
Ascetics of earth ascended
For bird’s eye view of Hanuman’s feat.
Heard all averments of siddhas
As well seers all stationed there.
Hill like Hanuman is all set
Agile as ether to cross seas.
It was vanar Lord Sugreev
That sent him on Ram’s errand.
Angels there who heard those words
Looked at Hanuman then wide-eyed.
Raring to go then Hanuman
Slapped his thighs and roared like clouds.
Stretched he full then his long tail
Jerked it like would eagle its prey.
Circled Hanuman his tail then
Looked that eagle-clawed serpent.
Set to take off on that flight
Stance he took for task that tough.
In that as he shrugged himself
Seemed he eager and vigorous.
Stared he long at his flight route
Deep breathed he for take-off then.
All set to go Hanuman then
Thought it fit to them address
Folks his who were so anxious.
Spoke he thus to assure them:
Won’t I dart like Ram’s arrow
To Ravan’s land there lay yonder?
No sooner than I set foot
Find I Rama’s spouse Seetha.
Were I to happen to fail there
Won’t I rush to heaven itself?
Were I to land in blind alley
Won’t I go back to Lanka?
Prevail I over Ravan then
And fetch Seetha unfettered
With him in tow but in chains.
As he took-off he declared
Comes it ever if to the brink
Uproot he would all Lanka
And bring it as gift to Lord Ram.
By the thrust of his take-off
Sucked in were trees into flight.
As he flew at jet speed then
Tailed him trees with birds on them
And buds that flowered in between.
In truck with him all of them
Seemed they relatives at send off.
Sal trees then too followed suit
Seemed he spearhead of large force.
With the flowers and birds in tow
Made then Hanuman wondrous sight.
In time weakened as the pull
Dropped all trees in those waters.
Covered as he by flowers and all
Hanuman flew then glowworm like.
As he shrugged off in mid-air
Fell some flowers on salt waters.
Turned as flower-bed sea that vast
Seemed it then like star filled sky.
Flowers of varied hues on him
Rainbow on move made him seem.
Sonic boom of Hanuman’s flight
Scattered flowers on those waters
Seemed then that sea sky at dawn.
Arms his outstretched in his flight
Looked like serpents with five hoods.
Filled his shadow shore to shore
Though he picked up Mach two speed.
Sparkled his eyes as in flight
Seemed some lava there in flow.
Wide open were his bright eyes
Seemed they sun ’n moon in skies.
With his rosy nose-tip then
Looked he like the setting sun.
In flight his tail that was long
Banner then of Indra seemed.
With the sparkling teeth of his
And the tail thus well coiled
Sun like aura Hanuman had.
Blood red as those Hanuman’s hinds
Seemed they red hills well sundered.
Wind as passed through his armpits
Roared it then like lightning clouds.
Mistook him then sky watchers
For some meteor that was rare.
In flight he looked like elephant
With its tail spread round its waist.
Shadow that he cast on seas
Seemed to all a speeding boat.
Concord like he moved in skies
Caused he whirlpools in the seas.
With his broad chest Hanuman did
Ward off sea tides that reached him.
As he speeded in his flight
Formed a cyclone in the skies
Caused that storm then in the seas.
Mean sea level as rose to skies
Made he light of all those tides.
As he sped he seemed to count
Mountain tides that so neared him.
Splash from tides as foamed the skies
Gave that silver coat to space.
Torn as thus the water sheet
Felt all fish as turned naked.
Water snakes as sighted skies
Feared they eagle was on prowl.
Thick and wide was his shadow
Seemed so symmetric to one’s eyes.
Sped as he past in high skies
Seemed his shadow like a cloud.
Looked then Hanuman in motion
Like a mountain with huge wings.
Split as that sea in columns
Cruisers they seemed in his chase.
Coursed as he thus Garuda like
In those skies that filled with birds
Wind like then he scattered clouds.
Clouds as all then went askance
Shone they well in colours varied.
In and out of clouds Hanuman
Seemed he like the moon on course.
In awe celestial beings then
Myriad flowers they showered on him.
Filtered Surya his heat then
While made easy breeze Vayu.
Sang his praises seers all there
Awestruck angels his prowess.
Wondered at his endurance
Angels all who watched him then.
Felt thus Sagar, Lord of Seas
For whom Rama’s cause came first.
Were I to fail to help Hanuman
Make I myself blameworthy.
Won’t I owe my reign and all
To Ram’s forebear, my namesake?
For he exerts for Ram’s cause
Bound am I to help Hanuman.
Spoke then Sagar to Mainak
Prince of hills with golden peaks
Made who ocean bed his home.
Confined were thou by Indra
On my bed for ever so long
Barrier though as to netherworld.
Demons all for that lay therein
Block thou approach to this world.
Prowess such is unique thine
Expand thou the way thy wish.
Behold Hanuman as he flies
Head over mine for Ram’s sake.
Owe that I his ancestor
Seek I now thy helping hand
To let our Hanuma serve Rama.
Fail if we to help him out
Enrage we might angels all.
Shoot up forthwith in his path
To let him rest on peak thy high.
Hanuman is so long in flight
Feel I time he rests a while.
Lighten if thou his burden
Brings it end to Rama’s plight
Agony as well of his spouse.
Shoot up now O golden hill
Graced by varied vegetation.
Came out then as Mainaka
Depths of sea from that so deep
Scene it made like mid-day sun
Came out as it from thick clouds.
In the midst of sea that vast
Shone then Mainak like Surya.
Lovers all there as lay languid
Skimmed its peaks the rim of skies.
With his golden peak Mainak
Shone he then like rising sun.
In time as he showed up full
Dazzled he like suns in scores.
Mistook Hanuman