In ancient lore, the sage Ruru, descended from the venerable line of Bhrigu, was consumed with anger against the serpent race, for it was by a snake’s bite that his beloved, Pramadvara, had fallen. Though by divine grace she was restored to life, the memory of that sorrow haunted him, and his heart grew fierce….
The sages of Naimisa, seated in quiet reverence, turned to Souti and said: “O noble Souti, you who walk upon the clear path of truth, tell us how it came to be that the serpents, possessed of fiery venom and fearful might, were cast into the flames of the great sacrifice performed by King Janamejaya….
During the reign of King Janamejaya, there lived a sage of great austerity and unusual powers, Udanka by name, disciple of the noble Paila, who himself belonged to the line of Vyasa’s hermitage. Once, at the behest of his preceptor, Udanka set forth to the court of King Poushya to obtain from the queen a…
Honouring the appeal of the sage Śaunaka, Sauti, known as Ugraśrava, rose with reverence and said: “I shall recite the sacred events of the great Bhārata, which is the total of Vedic wisdom and the very essence of the Upanishadic guidance. The sage Vedavyāsa, in his compassion for mankind, composed this mighty epic to serve…
Dear Readers, At the outset, we extend our heartfelt thanks for your enthusiastic support and faith in our effort to present a balanced and insightful narration of the great epic, Ramayana. This timeless scripture, so deeply cherished by every Sanatana practitioner, was brought to you through the erudition of journalist and Vedic scholar U. Lakshman…
The Ramayana stands not merely as an epic, but as the very root of our culture and the eternal beacon of virtue. At its heart shines Rama, the ideal of humanity, a sovereign of principles whose life is a living scripture. In every age, his presence has been a source of inspiration, shaping the minds…
Bharata, the son of Kaikeyi, with head bowed low and hands joined in reverence, thus spoke unto Rama: “O Prince of immeasurable glory! Thou hast bestowed on me the kingdom, honouring the word of my mother—but I cannot bear the weight of that crown, even as a calf falters beneath the yoke meant for a…
The noble Bharatha, that scion of the Raghu race, felt his soul throb with the thought: “Today I shall behold mine elder, my sovereign, my Rama, after the long tide of fourteen years.” The tidings of Rama’s victories stirred in him a bliss beyond earthly bounds, fulfilling the ancient wisdom of the sages—that whoso liveth…
When the sacred Panchami dawned upon the land, Rama, having fulfilled the span of fourteen years in exile, approached the venerable hermitage of sage Bharadwaja, a seer whose spiritual prowess spanned the three times—past, present, and future—and whose words bore the clarity and precision of truth itself, for his penance had refined him into a…
Then soared Pushpaka, the divine chariot of aerial grace, at the command of Rama, cutting the winds and climbing into the heavens, gliding over the blood-soaked grounds of Lanka, where war had thundered and destinies had been unmade. Rama, seated beside Sita with care and reverence in his voice, said—Behold, O wide-eyed Mythili, the island…
