TWO PROMISED REVIVED (2)

Grown old, my physical body is ready for dissolution...." He had said these things before and was now repeating himself. Rama understood that there must be some deep agitation within him. But out of respect and graciousness, he listened to it all again as if for the first time. "My stars, Mars and Jupiter, are aspecting the same house, so say my astrologers, which means death or near death or some catastrophe. And so I want to impress on you the urgency of the matter. Tomorrow's star will be Pushya, and the ceremony must be gone through, without doubts or impediments. Do not think for a moment that anything is postponable. Nothing should be put off, for we cannot say how fickle the human mind is, and what changes will occur therein.... And so what is important is that we should go through the ceremonies without hesitation. I want you to be very careful tonight, until the ceremony is over. Do not come out without your bodyguard, and observe all the austerities and vows to the last letter. Sita and yourself should have ritual baths and avoid your bed and sleep lightly on a mat of dharbha grass.... The ceremonies will begin at dawn. Be ready, and see that your robes are ready. You must fast tonight. Caution Sita not to delay. In a ceremonial, the wife's presence and timely participation are of the utmost importance...." Rama listened, promising to carry out every word of his instructions faithfully. Finally Dasaratha explained, "It is best. to complete all this while Bharatha is away at his grandfather's place. It is good that he is away. I know his devotion to you, but the human mind, you know, can be fickle.... He may question why he should not have been the king... after all. But if he learns of it as an accomplished fact, I do not doubt that he will be extremely happy." His father's deviousness was rather startling, but if he noticed it, Rama did not show it. This worry at the back of Dasaratha's mind about Bharatha's claim turned out to be a valid one. Though Bharatha was away, his cause and claim were espoused by his mother Kaikeyi so energetically that it brought on disaster and changed the whole course of events in Rama's life. It came about thus. Kooni, a freak and hunchback (and nicknamed thus on account of her deformity), was the favourite of the King's favourite wife, Kaikeyi. On this particular day she climbed to the top terrace of Kaikeyi's mansion to view the city, and noticed the festoons and lights, and asked herself, "What are they celebrating today?" When she went down, inquired, and found out the cause of the celebrations, she became excited, bit her lips, and muttered, "I will stop it." She hurried to Kaikeyi's chamber and shouted at her mistress, who was resting, "Is this the tires to clean? Wake up before you you are ruined." Kaikeyi opened her eyes and cried, "You! Where have you been? What is troubling you?" "Your impending fate," replied Kooni. Kaikeyi was curious, but still without rising she said, "Kooni, something seems to be the matter with your health. Won't you call the physician and see that he sets you right?" She laughed and said, "Now calm down, sit near me, and sing me a song." Kooni said sharply, "Do you know that beauty and youth are your only source of strength? And you owe your position as the queen of a world conqueror to your beauty?" "Do I?" asked Kaikeyi, still in a playful mood. "But both beauty and youth are like a wild stream, which, while rushing down the mountainside, crushing flowers and leaves, holds you in a spell. But how long does it last? Very soon it passes, and in its place you have only the sandy bed.... It's only a question of time. When you are old and the cheeks sag, you will be a nobody, pushed aside with the back of your lover's hand. You will be at other people's mercy." "Bring that mirror, let me see why you speak thus. Have I grown old today?" And she laughed. "Not old, but smug, and running into danger. Doom hangs over your head." Now Kaikeyi felt disturbed. "If you cannot talk plainly, go away, and come later. You are somehow bent upon irritating me today." "Don't waste your youth and beauty, which hold your husband in a spell. Before that's lost, get your husband to help you and save yourself. Get up and act before it's too late." Kaikeyi now sat up anxiously. Satisfied with the effect of her remarks, Kooni declared, "The King has cheated you. Tomorrow he is crowning Rama as the King of Ayodhya and retiring." Kaikeyi got up, exclaiming, "Wonderful! Wonderful! Here is your reward for the good news you bear." She took off her necklace and threw it on Kooni's lap. Kooni received it and laid it aside. Now Kaikeyi said, "For the excellence of your news you deserve more. Tell me what you wish and you shall have it." This really provoked Kooni to cry out, "I said Rama is becoming the king of Ayodhya, and you behave as if I had said your son Bharatha ..." "I make no distinction between the two. It's all the same to me. Rama is the one who was born to it, and as a mother it makes me proud and happy...."
"You Rama's mother!" "Yes, don't you know that one in Rama's position should count five mothers: the one who has borne him, a stepmother, a father's sister, an elder brother's wife, and the wife of the guru-all these have equal rank as mother. You understand why I feel happy about Rama? I adore him. I'm his mother as well as Kausalya is. And so make no mistake that I'm a fool and do not understand things!" At which Kooni beat her brow with her palms with such force that Kaikeyi said, "You have hurt yourself-a contusion big as my thumb!" "I'd be happy if I killed myself or had not been born at all, rather than see all the treachery that goes on in this world," wailed Kooni. "My sorrow, now, is for you, the doom that overhangs you. trends my heart to see the carefree. innocence of your heart-it reminds me of the little dove flitting at the jaws of a wildcat." All this amount of talk prepared Kaikeyi's mind to be receptive to what Kooni said next: "Your husband, the Emperor, is very cunning; he is capable of great trickery, unsuspected by you, great depths of trickery indeed, unbeknown to you, such depths as you cannot suspect even in your wildest dream. You and he are unequals. He was old enough to be your father when he asked for your hand; and your father refused the proposal, of course. But the old bridegroom was intoxicated with the spectacle of your beauty and youth, and was prepared to promise anything. He vowed to your father that he'd make the son borne by you the heir to the throne. I was the only one who overheard it. No one else knows about it. Now when the time came, the old man advised Bharatha sweetly: 'Why don't you go and spend a few days with your grandfather? He has been asking you so long. And forthwith got him and his inseparable brother Sathrugna out of the way. He would have sent you away too-but for the fact that he can't survive even a single day without your caresses! Your charms are still potent. You will have to save yourself with their aid before it's too late.... Rama should not be enthroned tomorrow." "Why not? The King may have his own reasons; and I see no difference between Rama and Bharatha." "Do you know how people can change overnight? Tomorrow this time, he will be a different Rama. His only aim will be to stay long and strong in his seat, and to achieve it he will remove all hurdles. The chief hurdle will be Bharatha, who may assert his claim any time and win it by public support. Rama will banish him or break him down or behead him. You will no longer be a queen, but an ex-queen, of an ex-king, and will probably be reduced to the status of being the handmaid of the queen mother Kausalya."