Each year, this day, we celebrate the triumph of good over evil
I am sitting inside and listening to the fireworks. The build up before the final act. Dussehra marks the end of Ravana, the king of Lanka, by our very own Lord Rama, the ideal king.
I remember what my grandfather used to say, “I won’t go out to watch this cruel act you commit! He was a learned Bhrahmin!”. He had resolved. He never stepped out to see.
His words made me question, and he explained how King Ravana was half a Bhrahmin, how learned he was, and how his act of abducting Sita can be interpreted as his karma to achieve Moksha (final abode) at the hands of the ideal king, the Lord himself.
I don’t go out to see the Ravana effigy being burnt every year anymore. I can hear it all, I see friends going live on Facebook. My father is sending videos and photos as well.
I don’t go out to see this because despite burning evil at such a grand scale, we’re still very evil ourselves. We house jealousy, negativity, hatred and so many unwanted emotions inside us.
Why burn the mythological king when we can’t burn the bad inside us.
Whenever I do hear Ravana’s demise, the ultimate, loud, crackling fireworks, a cry escapes my heart, it did just now.
Jai Shree Ram
May you find peace wherever you are.
May, your example, someday rule our hearts for more than one day.
May, someday in future, Ravana be an example of burning in fire to light our lives with wisdom.
We burn him every year
Remind the world of his sins
Teach lessons of victory over evil
And how the good always wins
Maybe if we held mirrors instead
And looked inside us, for a change
Perhaps the triumph would be more meaningful
And the defeat would be less strange
~ God hasn’t claimed me as his own yet, but I do learn from his stories