GRANT ME LEAVE TO GO TO WHERE THE RAMA IS

 Jai Sri Ram, 

The king was blessed in every way, no use in mourning for him, Redeem the words of your Father, cherish your subject, and cease to grieve, so many ancient stories support this truth, 

Ministers submitted that you must obey the Guru's command, it should be respected and obeyed is conducive to good in all ways,

Bharat grew restless when he heard the words of Kaushalya, a strong-minded perfectly realized soul in the form of Bharat took courage and proceed to give a reply, 

My preceptor has given me excellent advice, forgive me to return it with an answer that Father is in heaven, Rama and Sita in the woods, not compatible for me to be sworn in as king of the kingdom, GRANT ME LEAVE TO GO TO WHERE THE RAMA IS, Handsome body of no use without life so is my truth without Rama, 

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Pitiable is the anchorite

 Jai Sri Ram,

Pitiable is the anchorite who has given up penance and developed a liking for worldly affairs in truth with a luxurious life,

Pitiable is a backbiter who is angry without cause and a dangerous enemy to his own self, 

Pitiable in all respect is one who harms others, cherishes his own body, and is exceedingly heartless, 

King Dasratha is not worth grieving for, his truth is glorified in all the fourteen regions, tell me dear child, who can glorify him who begot such pious sons, 

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FORMIDABLE IS THE FATE

 Jai Sri Ram,

Whatever rites Bharata performed for the benefit of his father in that world, were beyond words, thereafter those sanctifying oblations Sage Vashista called on Bharta and sat him beside and relates the requisite on the occasion, 

Sage overwhelmed with grief and emotion said, Listen Bharata, FORMIDABLE IS THE FATE, 

Loss and Gain, life and death, glory and infamy lie in the hands of providence, 

Arguing thus, whom should be blamed, whom should we anger, ponder in your heart, my son, King Dasaratha not worth grieving for, Pitiable is the Brahman that ignores Vedas,,,, pitiable is the king that abandoned his duty towards citizens,,,, pitiable are all those who willfully ignore their duties prescribed by the social cult in society,,,,, most pitiable is that recluse who is attached to the world  excessively and failed himself in truth with discretion and dispassion,

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water in palms with sesame seeds

 Jai Sri Ram,

Hearing Bharata's truthful, artless, and sincere words Kaushalya Said, you, my dear child, have always loved Rama, Rama is dearer to you than your own life, likewise, you are dearer to Rama, 

Moon may defuse poison and snow may emit fire, the aquatic creature may shun water and the spiritual soul may fail to eradicate errors, but in no case will you turn hostile to Rama, 

Sage Vashista then came and admonished Bharata in ways more than one, speaking in words of wisdom to extinguish the fire of his agony, 

Said the sage, have courage in your heart, do what occasion demands, ask Bharat for the most splendid funeral of the body of the king, washed the body with eternal verses, the body laid on the logs of sandalwood with aromatic herbs, cremation goes through, water in palms with sesame seeds offered to facilitate the departed soul, other rites of purification is performed sanctity with truth and submission, Brahmans have their desire fulfilled, 

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Do not blame anyone

 Jai Sri Ram,

Do not blame anyone, my son, it is providence that has turned hostile to me, and makes me survive even under these circumstances, 

At his father's command, Rama discarded princely apparel and put on a hermit dress, without any anger or joy, 

Bowed his head and departed with Sita and Laxman, all happened before me, wretched soul did not take leave of the body, 

Bharata wailed in distress, the palace turned into an abode of sorrow, and his eyes spoke more than words to prove his innocence that he was in no way involved in this plot, 

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Sri Somvati Amavasya

 Jai Sri Ram,

Sri Somvati Amavasya is celebrated to chasten and subdue, to reach the light of self, to equip the truth of self with morals, to temper individuality with a sanctified mind to access a greater and deeper outlook of mature values to intercept self, 

Philosophy of the day speaks aloud unto the truth of customs which helps men for meaningful evolution of self to customize the truth of journey hereafter with requisite fairness of self,

The day depicts a cult indulging in the truth of submission with an earnest approach, praying and praising the gods of its pantheon is a fair discipline of the day apart from oblations to sanctify self, Brahman puja could be an auspicious aspect to enjoin this truth, 

The day itself is a comprehensive truth of Yajna to re-module the eternity of self through the mild application of self with respective discipline, indeed a day that may shower prosperity of self with requisite truth of material gains to sustain in the journey on the planet with true meaningful pride,  

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course of time and fate is unalterable

 Jai Sri Rama, 

A boat filled with oil to preserve the body till Bharat and Shatrughan turned back from her mother's native place, a messenger reached Bharat to recall but did not reveal the truth, he called for, Bharata to experience infinite evil omens both ways, and anxious time arrived, silence of the citizens alarm him,

Meet his mother at its First furry of eternal unrest, said the mother, accomplished all for you, my son, god has marred my plan, just at the threshold king departed to paradise, hard for Bharat to bear it, fell on the ground in dismay, O father, you left for heavenly before handing me over to Rama, ask the cause, as he comes to know, was just a living dead, 

Rama's exile to the forest and father's death, more than that he himself was the sole cause, cursed self and realized the hard truth of destiny, claiming my descent from the sun god, father a king caliber of Dasratha, brothers the beacon of disinterested truth, but I HAD, FOR MY MOTHER  SHATRUGHAN was in dismay of the time and occasion, his silence was crying like anything,

Kaushalya rose with renewed effort and lifting Bharata clasped to her bosom, her tears try to pacify the agony of Bharata, pressed him to her bosom with utmost affection as though Rama himself as come back, said,  my child compose yourself, take not to heart, remembering the course of time and fate is unalterable, Who knows what in the garb of the time, 

May Lord bless all,

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