The
Bikshu who had suddenly appeared looked around here as if he was searching for
someone. When he found the Prince standing near the fountain, he climbed the
stairs to join them. He looked at the Prince’s face for a while and said, “Devapriya! Welcome. Vaithulya Bikshu
Sangam awaits your presence eagerly. Our leader, Maha Thero Guru has come for
this meeting. I am happy that you were able to come here at the appointed
time,”
Prince at Maha Sangam |
“Adigaley! I am but a mere boy with many
faults but I have never gone back on my word,”
“We
were worried when we learned that you had not arrived in the city even after
the sun had set,”
“If
I had come early to the city, we might not have come here on time,”
“We
know that there are those who would seek to harm you. With the blessings of
Lord Buddha, your enemies will disappear like dust in the storm,” he said and
continued, “Who are these people? Do you know them well? Are they completely
trustworthy? Will they keep their word and their silence?”
“Adigaley! I trust them as completely as
I would trust my own hands. Nonetheless, if you wish, I am prepared to leave
them here and come with you,”
“No!
No! We are not prepared to shoulder such a big responsibility. Though the place
that I would be taking you, is safe, one can never tell where danger might
lurk. God knows what is hidden behind the dark corners and pillars. Let them
come with you,”
Vandiya
Devan’s heart raced with excitement when he heard this. He felt gratified when
he learned that the Prince said that he trusted him completely despite the fact
that he had known him for a short time. He had intuitively known that the
Prince had set out that night on a very important mission. He knew that something very important is about to happen today!
The
Bikshu strode forward with his lamp held high while the others followed him
towards the fountain’s stone seat. Within the alcove, the Bikshu opened the
secret entrance that lay within the walls. An underground path opened up for
them and they entered it. After they were inside the cavernous dungeon, the
Bikshu closed the walls using a lever hidden cleverly within the walls. They
were now beneath a dungeon that was right under the fountain and possibly even
the lake.
The
underground path wound its way almost endlessly. The echoes of their footsteps
were heard magnified hundred times in the hollow cavern that lay ahead. Vandiya Devan, despite his excitement
couldn’t help wondering whether the Prince was walking into a trap.
Soon
enough the rocky path of the dungeon ended to make way for a marble mandapam that is built underneath the
ground. There were many statues of Lord Buddha in his many forms. Some were
lying, some meditating while some were standing. After walking past the marble
mandapam, the path became rough again until they entered a mandapam made of some exotic wood. The pillars of this mandapam were carved exquisitely with
beautiful art while the roof was painted with some beautiful murals. Soon after
they passed this, they came upon a mandapam
that was made from ivory. Walking past them Vandiya Devan looked around and
tried to touch the pillars that were embellished with precious stones but the
Prince didn’t look around.
After
crossing across mandapams made of
different metals, they entered a stone mandapam. While the rest of the madapams that they had passed were
empty, save for Buddha statues, this mandapam was filled with Buddha Bikshus.
Calm and serene many of them looked like men of wisdom and piety. At the center
of the mandapam sat their leader, Maha Thero Guru and opposite to them there
was a golden throne and on it lay a golden crown and the royal sceptre. The
mandapam was well-lit from all directions making the throne glow with an
ethereal light.
When
the Prince and his companions entered the mandapam, the Bikshus stood up to
welcome him with chants, “Long Live Buddha!” “Long Live Dharma!” “Long Live
Sangam!”
The
Prince moved towards the Guru and bowed low in respect. The Guru acknowledged
his salutations and motioned him to sit on a stone seat near him.
“Guruvey!
You are older and wiser than I am. I cannot sit with you standing. I beg of you
to seat yourself” said the Prince and sat in his seat only after the old Guru
had taken his seat.
“Beloved
Prince! This Maha Bodhi Sangam is delighted by your arrival. You accepted all
our conditions and have graced us with your presence despite various hardships
that lay in your path. This proves that you have the complete grace of Lord
Buddha’s blessings.” Said the Guru in Pali while the Bikshu who had escorted
them translated it in ‘Tamizh’ for them. The monks added their voice to the
Guru’s welcome and shouted ‘Sadhu!’ ‘Sadhu!’
Maha
Guru continued, “We are indebted to Bharathakandam
(ancient India) for bringing the faith of Lord Buddha. But sadly, hoards of
invaders too came to our Island Kingdom; Cholas, Pandyas, Cheras, Kalingas
brought death and destruction in their wake to our people. They razed our
monasteries to the ground, put our monks to the sword and brought grief upon
our people and incurred a deathly curse upon their race. I do not hold only the
invaders responsible for our loss. Even our own Kings have mercilessly killed
countless innocents and have burned our holy monasteries to the ground. They
hunted the monks who dared to raise their voice against such injustice and
killed them without any remorse. There was a time, when our sacred monasteries
occupied this vast stretch of land from end to end but now they lay as
dilapidated ruins. None of our kings took an effort to rebuild and repair them
for us. That honour lay reserved for Prince Arul Mozhi Varmar. Beloved Prince!
Our Maha Sangam is forever in your debt!“
The Prince bowed his head low and acknowledged
Maha Guru’s praise. The Guru continued, “It has been many years since we
celebrated the holy Perahara Festival. Hundred years ago, this city was under
the control of Pandyas and the royal family of Elangai was in Pulathiya and
since then this festival was not celebrated here. It was written by the Gods
that this festival should be held on this sacred year and by your royal
commands. Despite many challenges you allowed our people to celebrate this holy
festival and lent us all manner of help to conduct it. The Maha Sangam is very
delighted by this action of yours,”
The
Prince reverentially bowed his head and said, “Maha Guruvey! I am at your
disposal. If you need anything else, you just need to command me,”
The
Maha Guru smiled at Prince’s words and said, “Yes Beloved Prince! We have many
great expectations from you and we hope that you fulfill them. Before I talk
about that, allow me to say few a words.
You
must have heard that Lord Buddha was born as many other avatars before he was
reborn in this world. We believe that he was born as Sibi Chakravarthy in this
world to teach us the value of each and every living being. He sought to save
the life of a small pigeon by carving out a piece of his own flesh. You Cholas
venerate this great Chakravarthy as your ancestor and name yourself ‘Sembian’
to honour his memory. But the Buddha Sangams never believed these stories. We
thought that it was merely a story that poets and bards loved to repeat. But
after seeing your great deeds in this war-torn Elangai, we concede defeat and agree
wholeheartedly that you are a worthy scion of Sibi’s illustrious race. We
believe that everything happens for a reason and that’s why Lord Buddha has
showered you with his grace and mercy. We have received divine orders from him…
Look here!” he said and pointed towards another Bikshu who sat reclining on a pillar.
Other Bikshus, lifted him along with his seat and brought him near them.
The
Bikshu’s body was shivering uncontrollably and his head lolled from one side to
another. The Maha Guru said, “The Gods have come upon this Bikshu. They have
brought a message for you,”
The
shivering Bikshu spoke many words in an unknown language while his bloodshot
eyes looked hither and thither.
“Beloved
Prince! The Gods have deigned to shower their bountiful blessings upon you.
Hundreds of years ago, King Ashoka brought the entire Bharatakandan under his rule with the blessings of Lord Buddha. The
Gods say that you too will do that same. You will follow on Ashoka’s steps and
bring glory and peace to Elangai. You too should spread the faith of Buddha all
over the world just as Ashoka did. Ashoka made Pataliputra as one of the
greatest cities in this world. The Gods say that you too will do the same with
Anuradhapuram. Beloved Prince! Do you accept the order of the Gods?”
The
Prince bowed his head again and said, “Maha Guru! I am ready to fulfil the
command of the Gods but I do not understand what they want of me?”
“I
will tell you about it,” said the Maha Guru and signalled his disciples to
remove the possessed Bikshu.
“Beloved
Prince! Please look at this throne here, this crown and sceptre. They belong to
the royal family of Elangai. The kings of Elangai have donned this crown and
with the royal sceptre in hand, they have ascended the throne to rule over this
Kingdom and have been recognized by this Maha Sangam. This is the very throne
where Kings like Dushtagamnu, Devampiya Tissa and Mahasenar sat and reigned
this Kingdom. This is the crown that they wore and the royal sceptre that they
wielded. We offer you this ancient throne and this kingdom, will you accept
it?”
Prince Arul Mozhi and the Throne of Elangai |
Vandiya
Devan who had been listening to the Maha Guru intently was thrilled with
anticipation. If he had not reined in his eagerness, he might have bodily
lifted the Prince and placed him on the throne. But there was no eagerness or
shock in the Prince’s face. With a calm voice he replied, “Athiyatchika! How is this possible? The King of Elangai, King
Mahindan is still alive, even though he is in hiding…”
“Prince!
The Gods have willed the royal dynasty of Elangai to change and it will happen.
This royal dynasty that was established by King Vijayarajan from Vanga Nadu has
seen many Kings. Some followed the strict code of Dharma and reigned the
Kingdom righteously, while many others invited the curse of the Gods through
their heinous crimes. This kingdom has seen kings where a father killed his own
son, the son killed his own father, a brother killed his brother, a mother
killed her own daughter while the daughter-in-law killed her mother-in-law.
This dynasty has committed many such grievous sins and is rightly cursed by the
Gods. They can no longer uphold the divine teachings of Lord Buddha therefore
they have lost the right to the throne. Our Maha Sangam holds the right to
select the next King and we have chosen you. If you accept this honour, we can
crown you the King of Elangai, right away and hold the coronation ceremony,”
The
mandapam fell silent after Maha Guru’s said this. It was a silence that could
only be compared to the stillness that one might feel at the core of the earth.
Not even a draw of breath was heard as the Bikshus waited with bated breath to
hear the Prince’s response. Vandiya Devan’s eagerness became a fevered
anticipation when the Prince rose to bow down to the assembly. His heart sang
over a hundred songs and he was ready to crown the Prince himself.
The
Prince said, “Wise men of Maha Sangam! Please accept my salutations. I humbly
bow my head for the honour that you want to bestow upon me. You offer this
ancient throne and the kingdom of Elangai to this mere boy but sadly I cannot
accept it. I was born in the Chola Kingdom and the waters of Cauvery and the
food of Ponni have made this body of mine. I came here at the behest of my
father, Chakravarthy Sundara Chola and I cannot accept this kingdom that you
offer without learning his wishes,”
Maha
Guru interjected here and said, “Beloved Prince! Do you know that your father lies
imprisoned in his palace?”
Sundara Chola in Prison |
“My
father is paralyzed in both his legs and is incapacitated from moving. Despite
that, I am bound to follow the commands of the Lords who govern the realm in
his name. If I accept this Kingdom without their consent, I will be known a
traitor and would be guilty of conspiracy,”
“If
you feel thus, then we are ready to send a party of envoys to Thanjavur with
our request. Your father has great regard for the faith of Buddha and his
patronage to our God is well known. He will not refuse us,”
“What
about the people of this Kingdom? Isn’t their consent important?”
“The
people of this Kingdom will consider it an honour to have you as their king,”
“Everyone
might accept this and might even be happy. But you must know that more than
anybody else, I respect the wishes of my sister, Elaya Piratti Kundavai Devi.
My mother gave birth to me, river Ponni saved my life but it was my sister who
gave me knowledge and opened my eyes to this world. I might even ignore her
words but I cannot ignore the voice of my heart. Maha Guru! Sadly, my heart
asks me not to accept this great honour that you wish upon me. Please forgive
me…”
There
was impenetrable silence in the chambers for a while. Vandiya Devan’s heart and
veins were throbbing silently as he sought to hold his silence.
After
a while, Maha Guru said, “Beloved Prince, I am not surprised by your answer. It
wouldn’t be amiss to say that I had expected it. This decision of yours makes
you more worthy of this ancient throne than anybody else. We who have lived our
lives in Dharma and possess the knowledge of the same can vouch for this. But
we do not wish to force this decision upon you. Do consider our request and
reflect upon it. After a year, we will meet again and you can give your final
decision then…. However do remember one thing. Hundreds of monasteries have
been destroyed in many foolish wars. But this Maha Bodhi Viharam has survived
them all because it is built under the ground. Without the guidance of the
Bikshus convened here, none can enter this place. Kings of Elangai are invited
to this monastery only once during their lifetime; for their coronation
ceremony. This is a sacred monastery and you shall not talk about what happened
within its precincts and neither shall your friends. If you do, the curse of
the Gods will descend upon you,”
“Maha Guru! There is no need for a curse. My
friends will not talk about what they saw here. You have my word.” Said
Ponniyin Selvar.
After
half hour, they were once again on the streets of Anuradhapuram. Vandiya Devan
who had until then held his emotions in check, gave it a free rein.
“I
agree that the Chola Kingdom is very beautiful indeed but it is incomparable
with this island kingdom. How did your heart permit to refuse the throne of
such a beautiful land? They offered you this lovely island in a platter and you
kick it away as if it is distasteful. And these Bikshus are so witless, they
offered it to someone who would refuse it, while I was standing right there.
Couldn’t they have offered it to me?”
The
Prince tried to pacify him saying, “I told you about Saali who renounced his
right to the throne for the love of Asokamala. Didn’t you hear it?”
“I
heard it but who is this woman that you love so much that you wish to renounce
this beautiful island.”
“Not
one woman but two. Truth and Dharma are the two women that I am in love with. I
refused the crown of Elangai for them,”
“Prince!
Your speech belies your age. You look so young and yet you speak like an old
man,” said Vandiya Devan
The
Prince replied walking under the shadows of an old dilapidated palace, “Young
and old is a matter of introspection. How do we know who is young and whose
time is about to end in this world?”
Just
then, they heard the sound of someone clapping their hands in the street and a
woman stood waiting for them at the opposite end. The Prince immediately turned
in the direction and said, “Come this way,”
The
others followed the Prince and crossed the street after him. And even as they
were crossing, they heard the rumbling of the stone behind and to their horror
saw that the palace that they were walking by shortly had collapsed. If they
had tarried for few more seconds they would have been buried under the rubble. The
Prince’s words, “How do we know who is young and whose time is about to end in
this world?” seemed more meaningful now that they escaped within an inch of
being buried alive. Vandiya Devan shocked and astonished by the sudden events
stood for a while looking at the rubble and then turned towards the Prince.
With
the moonlight streaming almost peacefully on the streets, Vandiya Devan’s heart
missed a beat when he saw the woman who was standing in the street. “What is
this foolishness? Why do my eyes betray me thus? How is this possible? How
could Nandini Devi who lives under the watchful eyes of the Pazhuvur Lord come
here? Why should she stand on the streets of Anuradhapuram?”
Even before his astonishment of finding her there could dissipate, she had vanished leaving the Prince and the Vaishnavan on the streets.
Even before his astonishment of finding her there could dissipate, she had vanished leaving the Prince and the Vaishnavan on the streets.
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