His son is tall and broad-chested, hardened from years under Ahi-Ravana.
His son is sweet and slightly shy, watching with star-struck eyes as Hanuman bids him goodbye.
"Where are you going?" he asks like a child, even though he is a man grown, and as powerful as twenty others.
"There is a war," Hanuman explains, because he can, because his son is his, and never in his life had Hanuman thought to receive a joy so profound and all-encompassing. "The evil Ravana, king of Lanka, has taken by force Shri Rama's wife. We must rescue her."
Makardhwaja clings to him. "When will you be back?"
Hanuman places his broad, calloused palm on his son's curly head. His heart is close to bursting. "Soon," he says, "very soon."
As they leave, the brothers from Ayodhya look at him, their eyes knowing.
.
.
.
Custom dictates the first phase of a man's life to be one of abstinence and purity. He must not look a maiden in the eye, he must not charm them, covet them, or steal them. The scriptures, which lay down laws for all aspects of life, are clear on this.
Society, riddled by humanity, is less clear. There are thousands of men from the top of the mountains to the sunlit sea, with hundreds of cultures and ways of life. Some follow the customs wholly, some by parts, and some not at all.
Hanuman, divinely gifted son, was expected to follow all of them.
And so Hanuman did.
He hardly sought what his peers did, and when the time came to do as custom bid, to carry the blood of his forefathers onwards and forwards, he gently let down the eager daughters of courtiers, and forsook life to take the name of his lord.
He has not regretted it since.
(Except that—
The younglings of Sugriva are as dear to him as his own, and yet Hanuman yearns and wants and yearns and wants, for that one joy that render even kings and queens slave to their mercy, that brought Dasaratha to the sacrificial pyre and Janak to the empty field.
The mercy of Rama is supreme. He has known what Hanuman has not said, has given unto him what he could never have himself.
Hanuman is grateful.)
"Tell me about your mother," he asks his son.
Makardhwaja frowns thoughtfully. "I don't know where she is," he says, which is not what Hanuman asked, but wanted to ask anyway. "Ahi-Ravana came to take me when I was very young. Mother says, uh, a drop of sweat from you gave her me."
Hanuman worries for this poor woman. Crocodile. Whatever. His son's memory of his childhood is woefully patchy, muddled further by Ahi-Ravana's influence. Hanuman has no doubt this is some foolish story concocted by the poor mother to sate her babe's curiosity.
Then again, Hanuman has no memory of any woman whatsoever. He does not think he could do that, even if he imbibed like Sugriva, which he never did. And yet the son is most certainly his, by all known laws of men and gods, and if that weren't enough proof, the curve of Makardhwaja's face, so similar to Mother Anjana's, would be.
(He has also very recently borne witness to an actual crocodile turning into an apsara, so his threshold of disbelief is higher than it should be.)
"What will you do now?" he asks Makardhwaja. "I will go to Ayodhya, and it would please me if you come too."
Makardhwaja does not reply at once. His eyes are sightlessly set on the distance. "Do you think I should look for mother?"
"Yes," says Hanuman at once. He is his mother's son, and so is Makardhwaja, and Hanuman will not have him be dismayed. "I will help you."
"Do you remember her?"
"...no."
Makardhwaja does not get angry. He only smiles, slightly lost. Hanuman takes his hand in both of his own, and pulls them together in a hug.
His son wraps his great arms around him, and Hanuman is, once again, grateful.
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#Kesari was blessed by sages and sages to be extremely powerful and serviceable children. That is why #Hanuman's body was as hard as iron.That is why he came to be called #Vajrang.
Being extremely powerful, his name became Vajrangbali by Associating the word Bali with Vajrang, which was colloquially #Bajrangbali.
He is also called the son of #Marut, the god of wind, so he has a name called #Maruti i.e. Vegwan like #Vayu.
In today’s blog we will consider animated movies on Mythological hero Hanuman. Lord Hanuman is one of the central characters in the ancient epic Ramayana.
In today’s blog we will consider animated movies on Mythological hero Hanuman.
Lord Hanuman is one of the central characters in the ancient epic Ramayana.
Hanuman is the son of wind-god Vayu and an ardent devotee of Lord Rama.
Apart from being a popular deity in Hinduism, Hanuman is also found in Jainism and Buddhism.
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