Where did Ayodhya go? I’m not referring to the current Ayodhya in Uttar Pradesh, India, but rather the one that is yet to be discovered. How can I prove this? Well, the current one would have Sita’s golden statue, the one that Rama made to honor Sita after she was deserted in the forest. You are about to read information that is completely confidential. In no way should this ever be disclosed to anyone. Consider yourself extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to read about Hanuman's and my discovery.
After conducting extensive research about trying to find out as much as I could about Ayodhya to see if I could find any clues of its whereabouts, I decided to visit the current Ayodhya. But first, you're probably wondering why I didn't simply ask Hanuman where Ayodhya was. I did, and this is what happened:
-Hanuman,
where is the real Ayodhya
located? I
know you’ve been there hundreds of times.
-Ayo-whata?
I never even heard of it…Oh, wait, you’re
talking about Rama’s kingdom, right?
-What
other kingdom would I be talking about?
-Well,
you know, there are lots and lots of kingdoms I’ve seen over the years,
and Ayo-…What
did you say it was called again?
-Ayodhya! Let’s go, Hanuman.
Just tell me where it is already.
-He-he. Don’t get too upset. Let me see…Nope, I don’t
remember. Sorry.
-You
mean to tell me that you can’t remember where Ayodhya is even after visiting
many times?
-He-he.
Yep, that’s what I mean. It’s funny how
Time plays with your mind, right?
-Forget
it. I’ll just have to do a bit of
research and then we can go see some locations.
Thanks for…your help.
-You’re
welcome--anytime, partner.
With
all of his abilities, Hanuman is one
of the most impressive creations I’ve ever
seen. Sometimes, however, a regular
monkey’s IQ can be more impressive than all of Hanuman's abilities
combined. I knew he didn't want to reveal the location; he
probably wanted to make me suffer for it a bit.
Before we began our journey to Ayodhya, India (the current one), Hanuman and I became invisible to disguise ourselves from being seen. Can you imagine the commotion we’d get if Hanuman were to be noticed in India? I didn’t want to think about it either. Upon arrival, we began our investigation by searching for any traces of Sita’s statue, because if we could locate the golden tribute, we’d find the city. After searching for days and not locating any sign of the lost statue, Hanuman decided to show how happy he was about the failure of our investigation thus far. “So, are you getting tired yet, Stupid? He-he. I can’t believe we spent the entire day searching for this statue and have found nothing! Isn’t that funny?” Hanuman asked in a sarcastic manner.
I yelled, “No! Why do you think this is a joke? We would have found it already if you could remember where the stupid statue was!”
“You stupid human. Who do you think you’re raising your voice at!?” shouted Hanuman.
“A dumb monkey that can’t remember something simple! All the legends about you are probably false, anyways. I don’t even think you jumped over any body of water to find Sita. It was probably someone else…”
“Are you calling me a…Oh! I just remembered! You’re a genius. It was next to a body of water, the Sarayu river! Get on my back; let's go!"
"But we're next to the Sarayu river already. What are you talking about?"
"We're on the wrong side of the river, Stupid. Just get on," insisted Hanuman. Without further delay, I jumped on his back and we jumped over the grand Sarayu river. When we got to the other side, he lead us toward something that probably no one had ever noticed since the real Ayodhya city went missing--a secret lever that seemed to control a disguised entrance. Without hesitating, he instinctively pulled it toward him, and the earth next to the river opened to reveal an underground passage. We walked in and down the steps of the passage. Once inside, it was so dark, that I couldn't even see my hand when I waved it right in front of my eyes. We kept going, hoping to reach the end of this maze. It seemed like Hanuman knew what he was doing, however, while I was lost in my own confusion. We neared the end where I could see a small light that seemed to illuminate a giant cave. Once we were in this cave, I could tell it was no ordinary one. The source of the light was Sita's glowing golden statue. The real Ayodhya had been found. The mystery was solved, and the rush from the euphoric sensation piercing my very soul was more than satisfying from this discovery. I'll never forget how beautiful Ayodhya was. There was a tall castle at the center that seemed to have bred smaller castles in its vicinity so that it appeared as if the tall castle was guarded by its children ones. The sharpness and condition of each castle was phenomenal and well-preserved. I pictured how the great Rama lived and prospered in this kingdom. "What an incredible sight," I thought to myself. No words or sighs of amazement came out of my mouth, though. Only I knew how I really felt inside, and after viewing it for several minutes and as the sensation was subsiding, I told Hanuman to lead us out. We left Rama's city just the way we entered it--undisturbed and lost forever.
