Chithira RaamaayaNam

An imaginary conversation between Lord Raamaa & Hanumaan

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Bridge Too Far

The Lord surveyed the Raama Setu and said: “Hanuman,
how diligently and strenuously you and your vaanara
sena had built this bridge several centuries back. It
is remarkable that it has withstood the ravages of the
climatic and geographical changes over centuries. It
is indeed an amazing feat especially considering the
fact that a bridge at Hyderabad built by Gammon using
latest technology collapsed the other day even before
they could stick the posters on its pillars.”

Hanuman with all humility spoke: “Jai Sri Raam, it is
all because of your grace. We just scribbled your name
on the bricks and threw them in the sea and they held.
No steel from TISCO or cement from Ambuja or ACC was
ever used. But Lord, why rake up the old issue now.”

Raama spoke: “Well, Hanuman, some people down there
want to demolish the bridge and construct a canal. The
contract involves lot of money and lot of money will
be made. They will make money on demolition and make
more money on construction.”

Hanuman humbly bowed down and said: “Why not we go
down and present our case?”

Raama said: “Times have changed since we were down
there. They will ask us to submit age proof and we
don’t have either a birth certificate or
school-leaving certificate. We traveled mainly on foot
and some times in bullock carts and so we don’t have a
driving license either. As far as the address proof is
concerned the fact that I was born at Ayodhya is
itself under litigation for over half a century, If I
go in a traditional attire with bow and arrow, the
ordinary folks may recognize me but Arjun Singh may
take me to be some tribal and, at the most, offer a
seat at IIT under the reserved category for learning
how to construct a bridge. Also, a God cannot walk in
dressed in a three-piece suit and announce his
arrival. It would make even the devotees suspicious.
So it is dilemma so to say.”

“I can vouch for you by saying that I personally built
the bridge.” “My dear, Anjani putra, it will not work.
They will ask you to produce the Layout plan, The
Project details, Approved Plans, Municipal Building
Permit, Excavation Permit, the contractor who built it
including financial outlay and how the project cost
was met and the completion certificate. And who
inaugurated it? Nothing is accepted by these people
without documentary evidence in India. You may cough
but unless a doctor certifies it, you have no cough. A
pensioner may present himself personally but the
authorities do not take it as proof. He has to produce
a life-certificate to prove that he is alive. It is
that complicated.”

“Lord I can’t understand these historians. Over the
years you have given darsan once every hundred years
to saints like Soordas, Tulsidas, Saint Tyaagaraaja,
Jayadeva, Bhadraachala Raamdas and even Sant Tukaaram
and still they disbelieve your existence and say
Raamaayana is a myth. The only option, I see, is to
re-enact Raamaayana on earth and set the government
records straight once for all.”

Lord Raamaa smiled “It is not that easy today. Raavana is
apprehensive that he may look like a saint in front of
Karunaanidhi. I also spoke to his Maama (uncle)
Maareecha, who appeared as a golden deer to tempt Sita
when I was in the forest and he said that he won’t
take a chance of stepping on earth as long as Salmaan
Khaan is around.”