Shriman Arun Yogiraj, the Mysorean sculptor who created the RAL LALLA statue now installed at RAM MANDIR, Ayodhya upon its correct and proper PRANPRATISHTHHA investiture, himself was taken aback by what came on upon his work within seconds of the ceremony completion. The visage had miraculously taken on divine demeanour which the artist admitted was hard for him to explain. It was not his work/doing, he emphasized.
Meantime entire world has seen the pictures emerging from RAM MANDIR.
How then shall we understand the wonder?
The sculptor himself could not. What chance have we laymen?
But the mind is curious. It wants to know. That is quite natural, a human habit propensity actually. Once stirred, and spurred, it won’t stop until it has tried out every way to get to the truth. Hard work pays in the end.
I was curious too.
What might have happened in those momentous moments of historical transition underway that left the artist himself amazed, and at his wit’s end, leave alone the stirred up nation’s awe at the turn of events?
What then?
Restless, I searched here and there, in books, in my own mind and among folks’ sayings freely available these days at Social Media. I tried and tried, in vain.
But I wouldn’t give up.
The search went on until, lo and behold! I came to RAMCHARITMANAS.
Call it epiphany, call it serendipity, or plain chance, or good luck, or what have you. I read the following
JADPI KABIT RS EKAYOO NAHIN
RAM PARTAP PRGAT EHI MAHIN
The reader knows both the greatness of Tulsidas and the profoundness of his magnum opus RAMCHARITMANAS.
The work is in our age the most and the best that a litterateur could bring to fruition. RAMCHARITMANAS. A multilayered complex writing telling of Ramcharit. It is unparalleled creation of epical proportions carried in a local Indian dialect. It has no rival worldwide as regards the wealth of the art of poetry. No, none, in no other language. The Valmiki original is another matter, and it is not of our age.
So states Tulsidas ‘even though he enjoys not one bit of poetry RAS, Ramcharit telling on its own bloomed in the mega poem.’
Now it became clear as daylight what might have transpired at Ayodhya Ram Mandir by the PRANPATISHTHHA matter.
RAM PARTAP PRGAT EHI MAHIN
Done!
My search over, I heaved a sigh of relief.
As well, I thought, I should share it with the RAMMAY gone Indian nation.
Bitte schoen!
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