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Continued from yesterday’s instalment
 After a long period of around thirteen years of peace, serenity and quietude, events seemed to be a bit too impatient that day that they ceaseless rushed one over the other, one intensifying the effect of the previous event and paving way for another to follow very quickly. While Rama was worried about the way Sita would read the cries of Märïca, which he well mimicked in the voice of Rama, he was convinced of one thing. He knew very clearly that Lakshmana would remain unperturbed even when facing this turbulence.
'maatram innadhu maarIchan endru Etra kaalayin mun uNarndhaan.'
He inferred that this deer was nothing but the illusory form of Märïca, very correctly.
'enadhu aatral thErum aRivinaan.' It is not difficult for him to reason out that since my skills are greater, no harm would occur to me.
'aadhalaal thEtrumaal iLayOn.' 'Therefore, there is nothing much to worry. Lakshmana would console Sita suitably,' he thought.
He had a valid reason for the intellect. The process of arguing, reasoning and concluding logically needs a very clam and clear mind stoically refusing to get disturbed by whatever happens around. Only such a state of mind can allow the intellect to function properly and do its job. But when emotions run high, the intellect - however sharp it may otherwise be - gets blunted, blurred and bloodshot. It becomes subservient to emotions and finds out funny reasons to substantiate unnecessary and unfounded fears. It keeps on building up arguments until it achieves its perceived object - the object in reality may be another 'golden deer.' The perception may say something while the actuality may have something so diametrically opposite, in store.
 Sita was in such an agitated state of mind. She has seen her husband fighting forces of ogres, countless millions of them headed by Khara and D-üsana in Janasthana, single handed and razing them and obliterating them from the face of the earth in a trice. Her admiration for Rama was so high that day that the Poet paints a very beautiful picture of unbounded love. "Seeing her husband who had made short work of his enemies and brought happiness to the great sages, Sita (a princess of Videha territory) felt rejoiced and embraced him. Nay, transported with supreme felicity to see the hordes of ogres killed, the daughter of Janaka felt gratified to find Sri Rama whole. Then closely embracing once more that destroyer of the ogre hordes who was being highly extolled by exalted souls full of delight, the daughter of Janaka felt rejoiced, her countenance lit with joy." (Valmiki Ramayana, Aranya Kanda, Canto XXX, Sloka 38-41)
'It is not usual for women to come forward and embrace their husband of their own,' observes Srinivasa Sastriyar. But Sita was so overjoyed and felt elated at the glorious deed of Rama that day. And, Sita, this very same princess of Videha could not remain calm that day, even after having seen her husband's valour with her own eyes. She was worried. She was confused and she allowed her emotions to run high and wild that day and poured molten lead into the ears of Lakshmana.
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Published on 15th March 2002
Hari Krishnan
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