HANUMAN!

    He was born from the divine breath, emerging from the heavens and the earth, Hanuman, the fruit of celestial powers, bearer of strength and purity like the swift and untamed wind.

One day, while still a child, his gaze fell upon a golden fruit hanging in the sky. Enchanted by the blazing light of this radiant orb, he leapt forward, his muscles taut like a vigorous bow. But alas! This fruit was not something that mere mortals could pluck. It was the Sun itself, the blazing star reigning over the celestial vault. Indra, king of the gods, seeing such reckless audacity, struck him down with a thunderbolt, his fury righteous and swift. The blow hit Hanuman’s jaw with a resounding crack, casting him to the ground. His jaw bore the mark of lightning, his strength momentarily subdued. From that day forth, he was named "Hanuman," the one with the broken jaw.

Yet, moved by his valor and the purity of his heart, the gods, their wrath appeased, bestowed upon him numerous blessings: immeasurable strength, invulnerability to weapons, and infinite wisdom. Still, to temper the wild spirit of his youthful heart, the sages cast a spell of forgetfulness, ensuring that his powers would remain dormant until destiny called them forth.

The time came when Rama, avatar of Vishnu, noble and fearless, embarked on a quest to rescue Sita, his beloved wife, abducted by the demon Ravana. Hanuman, discovering in Rama the master of his soul and the embodiment of righteousness, vowed to serve him, dedicating his body and spirit entirely to the cause.

Gathering the army of monkeys, he led his kin through perilous lands, crossing seas with colossal leaps, defying winds and tides, scaling the highest mountain peaks. No infernal creature nor dark force could stop him, for his heart burned with pure love and unwavering devotion to Rama.

When at last he reached Lanka, the domain of the tyrant Ravana, he saw Sita captive—frail, yet dignified despite her chains. To instill terror in the demon’s heart, he set his divine fiery tail alight and engulfed the city in righteous flames. Hanuman’s wrath poured forth like a blazing torrent, purging the land from the shadow of evil.

But he was not just a warrior. When Rama’s soldiers fell, wounded by the enemy’s weapons, Hanuman soared through the skies, traversing mountains and valleys to pluck the sacred herb-bearing mountain from the Himalayan heights. Bearing the entire mountain of life, he brought hope to the afflicted hearts, healing the brave warriors and restoring the army’s strength.

Thus, Hanuman remains the perfect example of purity of soul, invincible power, and selfless service. Neither iron, nor sorcery, nor fear could ever break his valiant heart, for he embodies the spirit of perfect devotion and the sacred union between the earth and the divine.

May men sing his glory and remember the strength of his love, for Hanuman is far more than a hero—he is the very breath of living faith and the voice of unwavering dedication. Namaste.