Frantically they searched the forest, looking for
any sign that may lead them to Sita's captor. They began to find pieces of
armor, larger than any man could wear yet sliced clean through like warm
butter. Next came an axle shooting straight out of the ground and erupting
through the canopy, greatly taller than any tree. Then there it was - through
the trees Rama could make out the shape of what he thought to be a bird but
like none he had ever seen before. Unaware of whether this beast would be
friend or foe, Rama and Lakshamana slowly crept through the tree line in an
effort to conceal their movement. As they broke through the final branches,
towering above them laid Jatayu, the bird king. He was the most magnificent
thing either of the men had ever seen, pure white with a feathering that looked
like silk. He had a sort of sheen about him that illuminated the leaves all
around almost like a beacon in the middle of a churning sea. However, as they
moved closer, they began to realize that Jatayu was badly injured. They began to piece together the clues, assuming that this great beast must have been the one responsible for the shredded armor and wagon pieces scattered throughout the forest. Jatayu turned to Rama with an unbreakable
gaze and said, "I am Jatayu, king of the heavens and all those who fly
within it. I tried to save your wife from the demon king but my old age has
weakened me. We fought one another across the heavens but just as victory was
in sight, I was fooled by my own doing; it looked as though I had removed Rama's arms but they grew back as I was focused on his ten heads. This is when he struck his final blow, parting my wings from my body, watching me plummet to this very spot. Will
you help me to pass onto the next world and if granted, return to you one day
in your debt?"
Rama was saddened to see this great hero pass, but
knew that it was his duty to fulfill the wishes of Jatayu and give him a proper
funeral. Rama and Lakshamana began to cut down nearby trees and build a pyre
around the dying king. Rama took off his meager robes and draped them over the
king to represent their newly created bond and Jatayu's sacrifice. The pyre was
so great in size that it took the two men the remainder of the day to finish
it, completing it just as the golden sun began to sink beneath the western
shore.
Just as Rama was to light the pyre, Jatayu once
again caught his gaze and forced out his final words, "You will find her; never lose hope."
Rama dropped the torch after hearing this and the pyre caught ablaze. It
glowed with a beauty that only further reminded him of Sita and her golden
brown skin. As he looked away, holding back tears, something strange began to
happen. The fire began to engulf Jatayu and beat almost as that of a bird’s
wing. It then began to change colors, first a subtle orange, then a vibrant
yellow, and finally a blistering red. Out of the flames rose the spirit of
Jatayu, reborn once again. As he took flight out of the flames, Rama knew that
this would not be his last encounter with Jatayu; when needed, he would appear
to fulfill his promise.
Ravana and Jatayu in Battle
Author's note: This is my take on the funeral of Jatayu and a more in-depth look at the events that may have occurred during this time. The stories
of Jatayu and his brother Sampati are some of my favorites within the epics but
I feel that they are often skimmed through and not given the amount of detail
that they deserve. The battle that occurs between Ravana and Jatayu is another
example of a lacking portion and I especially felt the shortage during the
funeral of Jatayu. This character represents everything that is good in the
world and lives only to benefit the lives of those around him. He is then
murdered by the ruthless demon king, Ravana, trying to prevent the capture of
Sita and return her to her lover, Rama. Such acts of selfless bravery deserve
to be spoken of and the funeral of such a being ought to be adequately
represented. This is why I chose to rewrite this story and embellish it in the
ways in which I felt appropriate. I focused primarily on the use of colors in
order to add visual detail and hopefully help the readers to better picture the
scene for themselves. I also wanted to show the magnificence that comes to mind
when I read about the bird king, Jatayu, by better describing his features and
the general presence that he has.
Buck, William. "The Golden Deer." Ramayana. Los Angeles: U of California, 1976. 173-175. Print.