"It all started with a leaf; odd, but there are few better ways to begin. The Valakhilyas, miniature saints of great repute, wished only to aid in the creation of a sacrificial fire; and yet they were mocked by the prideful Indra when they could scarcely bear a single leaf. Thus they lit that leaf afire and sang for a better Indra--if not for the interjections of Kashyapa, perhaps we would have another Indra. Instead, the Valas granted Kashyapa with seeds which would bear his wives sons. And so it was.”
"So Garuda was born from a seed?
A seed formed by miniature saints who could not bring a leaf to a
sacrificial fire but could create from that same leaf a sacrificial fire with a
purpose similar to that originally planned? And then that seed was
consumed by the wives of Kashyapa, who then had children? Did I get that
right?"
The elder man chuckled deeply, his grooved
face crinkling even further as he smiled at his inquisitive young grandson.
"Yes, pota. It is not so strange a tale, is it? But
there is much more. . .
"You see, Kashyapa's wife Vinata gave
birth to only two eggs, while Kadru gave birth to a thousand. And when
Kadru's eggs hatched into Nagas--half-human, half-serpentine beings--Vinata
became too impatient to wait for her own young to hatch. And so she
cracked the fragile shell of one of her eggs, only to find her son Aruna but
partially formed. Similarly to a serpent, he too lacked legs; but Aruna's
most striking feature was his translucence--his entire form was diaphanous and
supple.
"Aruna told his mother that she was
to be patient and not disturb the sleep of her other son for another five
hundred years, as she had disturbed him. He then lithely launched himself
into the sky, turning dawn's light a fiery red as it passed through his sheer
flesh--"
"Hold on, Dadaji! You want me
to believe that the seeds from the fire from the leaf of the Valas when
consumed by the wives of Kashyapa became eggs? And that these eggs gave
rise to Nagas? Aren't they the guardians of treasure who live in a
kingdom underground? Why would the Valas create them instead of another
version of Indra?"
"Well, you see--"
"And how could Aruna be alive if he
wasn't supposed to be born for another five hundred years? Wouldn't he
just die? Why couldn't Vinata just wait? I can't believe that's why
the dawn sky looks red! So does that mean I have x-ray vision? But
I thought you were going to tell me about Garuda--I want to hear about the King
of the Birds!!"
The old man laughed a second time.
He shook his head at the boy’s enthusiasm, and tried to begin again.
"If you would be patient, I will tell you of the magnificent Garuda;
perhaps you could learn a lesson from Vinata if you listened. Shall I
continue, or will you interrupt me again?"
The boy shook his head quickly, his dark
hair flopping about his face. He mimed zipping his mouth shut, then
gestured for his grandfather to continue.
"At Aruna's behest, Vinata did indeed
wait another five hundred years, anxiously anticipating the birth of her second
son. In that time, however, Kadru--arrogant with her innumerable
offspring--tricked Vinata into a bet. Thus Vinata lost her freedom to
Kadru and the Naga's cheating ways.
"It was into the midst of this
drudgery that Garuda was born. He emerged from his shell, only to be
immediately saturated by sunshine. His form amplified until he grew
massive enough to block out the sun. Garuda was a massive eagle; the
feathers on his body gilded as if composed of gold, while his wings gleamed a
brilliant red as if they were ablaze. But where his head, wings, and
talons resembled the figure of an eagle, Garuda also possessed a man’s arms and
hands, and his torso was similar to a man's, yet covered with aurelian
feathers."
"Woah!! So does that mean that he was basically a
person who could fly? Can I have shiny red wings, Dadaji--can I fly?! Why would the Valas
create a version of Indra who was half-eagle, half-man? And I thought
that Garuda was the enemy of the Nagas and ate serpents--but his brother was
practically a snake, and the Nagas were kind of like his brothers, too, weren't
they? So why would he eat them? And does Garuda ever free his mom,
or does he just leave her with Kadru? And--"
A young woman clapped her hand over the
mouth of the voluble boy, stifling laughter. Helping her son stand, she
smiled warmly at the seated elderly man. "I hope he hasn't been too
much trouble, Sasur. He can't seem to get enough of your stories."
The man chortled, his grin lighting up his
eyes as he looked over his energetic grandson. "Your boy is curious
about his religion and I am only too happy to share with him my knowledge.
Perhaps next time he will even manage to stay quiet enough to reach the
end of a story."
Beaming brightly, the boy glanced up at
his mother with excitement. "Does this mean I can come over again
tomorrow? Please!! I promise I'll listen better this time!
Oh, please, Amma, please!"
Looking over at her father-in-law, who
nodded his head with a sly smile, the woman turned back to her son.
"Of course, putr. Now thank Dadaji before we go."
The little boy ran over to his grandfather
and hugged him goodbye.
"Tomorrow?" he whispered in his
grandfather's ear.
His grandfather smiled and whispered his
reply. "Tomorrow."
Author's Note.
I enjoyed this story; it provided some missing background on this regal and
courageous eagle who appears in The
Ramayana. But because it was so convoluted, it raised as many
questions for me as it answered. Therefore I wondered what a child would
think when told this story; I mean, they always have numerous questions, so
what would they ask if they heard this? Probably not what I wrote, but I
was never a little boy, so I did my best, haha.
Bibliography. Buck, William (1976).
Ramayana: King Rama's Way.
Image Information. Photograph of a single leaf. Pixabay. Sculpture of Garua by Hyougushi. Photograph by Hideyuki KAMON. Flickr.
