Indian mythology and the two epics The Ramayana and The Mahabharata, are full of stories about Hindu Gods, demi-Gods, Sages, kings and their prurient nature. While we worship many of them, I really wonder whether such behaviour would be ever tolerated if done by mere mortal beings even in modern times. They had a penchant for eloping someone else’s wife, abducting beautiful princesses and even they got engaged in incest relationships. The stories have striking similarities with Greek mythology in many cases.
However, one thing was similar to today’s world; that is, even then, most of the times, women were considered guilty while men were more into hedonistic pleasures and used the ladies to fulfil their carnal desires.
The stories, some say, are symbolic and allegorical and have much more in them spiritually than we understand at the first glance.
Still, I feel for those women of ancient times who tried to live life in their own ways and had to pay dearly for that.
Almost all of us are familiar with the story of Ahalya, Rishi Gautama and Indra. It’s, perhaps, one of the most famous (or, infamous) stories of Hindu mythology. One of the ‘panchakanyas‘, Ahalya, was an independent woman. While most of the versions say that she was raped by the King of the Gods, Devaraj Indra, it is also said, that she herself indeed desired Indra. And, what’s wrong in that? If men can have the desire and can shamelessly exhibit that, why the same is termed as adultery for women? Norms of patriarchal society, eh?
Here, I’ve depicted her story in my own way in the form of a poem.
in case, you are not well aware of the story or want to know more, you can follow the links given below.
She stood there, bodacious beauty,
Looked thin; more attractive (bound by duty).
Her husband, the sagacious sage
Loved her, but she was reared in a cage.
She wished to get touched by a real man
Of strength and valour, of the godly clan.
And, He was the King, the Almighty
Worshipped by humans, angels and deity.
He knew her darkest wish, the lady with grace
He dreamt of her, in his embrace.
But the Maharishi, the great sage
He couldn’t afford to burn in his rage.
So, one day, in the disguise of the sage
He, the Indra, the king of Gods, appeared onstage.
She stood there. Her mind, masked by desire
“Husband?” enquired Ahalya, “answer my prayer”!
They drank the elixir of love, to the lees
Together they felt, prurient bliss.
Gautama, the Maharishi, his wrath knew no bounds
Ahalya brought his reputation to grounds.
He Cursed his lady and didn’t spare the Lord
A thousand vagina he got, later, a thousand-eyed God
Ahalya, the invisible, had a miserable life.
Her independent attitude was the root of her strife.
The patriarchs of the society are still the same
Woman, you don’t dare to desire! It’s a shame!