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A Purushottam...

Sitting by the lake, plucking flowers for his daily austerities… His face brightest like the light from the millions of suns… wrapped in a saffron cloth over his body with a bow and a quiver… bare foot…

Is the Lord of the universe… not just one only he knows how many… when this question comes to me that why lord created this world… another question that came is why God came into this world…

To kill the Ravana… may be Lord Rama won’t even have to lift his little finger to kill him but then he picked up the bow and arrows and also formed an army… why?

No matter which ever form Lord took there are two important lessons which he taught us, one that of the Dharma and another that of the Karma…

A man being a king… went to exile for fourteen years… living in the wildest of the forest… when they were trying to tackle their life in the forest…

His wife was abducted by the Ravana, this was enough for a human being to leave that forest and come back to the Kingdom… “Saying I am not doing this anymore”

But he did not take a step back, he could have also thought “oh I am a king I can have a sayembar again why take such trouble…?” “Oh, that Ravana has got city of Gold and here I am not even sure what will be my next meal in this forest…”

Rather he was calm, even though he was the Lord of everything he literally had nothing apart from a devoted brother and a monkey… willing to do anything for him…

With this they won over Ravana… Lord Rama was just like us a body of flesh and blood… he did not use a single superpower being a God… Rather showed us the real power of a human being whose mind is under his control…

He was not scared, never ran away, never complained, never cursed just did what needs to be done… He never fought as a God rather a man of virtues and discipline…   

 

 

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