Introduction

It is not uncommon for someone to be misunderstood.  It is not uncommon for someone to be disliked.  It is not uncommon for someone to feel that the whole world is against them.  Add all these common elements together and you have a somewhat interesting story.  I am not here to give you an interesting story.  I am here to give you an incredible story.  

This is the story of a man who is entirely misunderstood, vehemently disliked, and truly hated by the whole world.  He does not care.  He will not attempt to change the world.  He has only one concern in his life; just one person that really matters to him – Sita.  The only thing he cares about is being reunited with her; unfortunately, Fate had other plans.  His story is untold and unknown in the universe he lives in.  It is only now, in the last few moments of his life that we have the chance to view his true life and intentions through his eyes.  This is the Story of Ravana…

The Battle had been raging on for what seemed like years now, and Ravana could feel that the end was near.  He had known it was the final stretch when he had woken up from having passed out in his chariot.  He knew his only chance of making it out of this alive was if the gods suddenly decided to come to his rescue.  The way things were going though, it didn’t look like there was any chance of that happening.

Ravana knew that he was unpopular with the gods and more than likely they were all sitting up in the heavens thoroughly enjoying watching him struggle for life, as though it were a cheesy circus show.  Ravana didn’t hate the gods, they simply did not understand.  They never would, which is why he chose not to ask for their help.  This was his fight. It was something that had to happen and he had to do it alone.

Rama was glowing with strength and dharma when Ravana whirled around and saw him from across the sky.  As Rama let fly an arrow from his bow, Ravana knew that there was no one better he could have asked to be in this situation with.  There was no one he would rather be fighting over Sita with.  No one else he would accept defeat from. 

 

The Arrow was sharp and painful as it tore through Ravana’s heart in what he could only think was an appropriately ironic way.  It was the perfect place for Rama to land his final blow; Ending everything in the place that had been the catalyst for it all. He felt as though his whole body centered in on the hole in his chest, contracting and shrinking down and filling every crevice in his heart, as though Rama’s arrow had opened some kind of black hole that was sucking and compressing every feeling in his body into one tiny spot.  Then, without any warning, it all exploded back upon him.  Emotions rushed over him in an overwhelming way.  It seemed that he was feeling all the emotions of his life at one time.  As he tried to get a grip on his body, memories of his life rushed through his mind.

Childhood Memories, long forgotten, came back with unusual clarity, as if he were reliving them over again.  He could see again his father, mother, siblings, teachers, servants and peers.  All the places and people he hadn’t thought about in so many years.  He could again feel the sadness, fear, desperation, and hope.

Sita, his one and only, the sole drive and purpose of his life, came rushing though his mind as well.  His treasured memory, his painful secret, the moment that changed his life.  He could again feel the love, loss, joy and grief.

The Search he had conducted desperately and covertly across the years.  It was another memory that the world did not know and would never know.  It was long and tedious and he had known there was little hope for success, but he had carried on none the less.  He could again feel the loneliness, torture, frustration, and faith.

The End of his memories came appropriately with reminders of the past few days.  His joy at finally discovering Sita, his struggle to get her to understand his true intentions, and finally, the destruction of his world by this man who had put the arrow in his chest and made him relive so many years in just a few seconds.

Coverpage

A Childhood Vision

A Vision of the Future

A Vision of War