Princess Rajapatni

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 24

Princess Rajapatni - Gayatri - 24

As long as Empu Ragarunting was not in place, Curadharma and his comrades were cast as excellent hosts. Curadharma introduced us to the other disciples of Empu Ragarunting. The disciples of Empu Ragarunting came from among the knights and vaisya. Each family sent their children to study here.

“I am the oldest student here.” Curadharma explained at the time. He explained that his teacher was the son of a famous master. Empu Ragarunting and his four brothers became highly normed rishis. However, instead of choosing to be a hat-taker or weapons expert, Empu Ragarunting chose to make a paddle to educate students.

Arguably, life in Empu Raga-runting is the most crowded time. Rules here len-tour. I can still speak freely and walk as I please.

Back then, me and Ratih lived in a female dormitory. They were mentored by Ni Ambarareka, the youngest daughter of Em-pu Ragarunting. After her mother died, Ni Ambarareka was single for life. Although his brothers chose to move, Ni Ambarareka chose to accompany his father. Here, Ni Ambarareka teaches the students. Ni Ambarareka is good at worship. Him

it also teaches manners, weaving skills, cooking, and other domestic tasks.

Of course, I was reluctant to join their activities. I also felt too big to whine to be taught to fight. Sometimes, when bored, I would accidentally cross on the male part. It is only un-tuk to listen to religious and literary teachings that are not taught to women.

I met Empu Ragarunting a few days after we set foot in the padepokan. Attitude arranged. Calmness radiated from his face. Face's wrinkled. Beard's whitening. However, he still looked strong and healthy.

Empu Ragarunting was a little surprised to see me passing by. Then I asked about King Daksha Prajapati—the son of Lord Brahma.

“Where did you hear that, son?” She said softly. Somewhat embarrassed, I admitted to eavesdropping on the pembi

the man's students. The name eavesdropping certainly can only hear half-and-half.

“At that time, your disciples were arguing about the brahmins surrounding King Daksha,” I said. “It was the first time I heard the name of King Daksha.”

Instead of being angry, Empu Ragarunting even fretted. “Rather than hearing about the haughty King Daksha, you better hear one story about his daughter.”

I knit my eyebrows, confused.

“Princess, do you know about sati tradition?”

“The sacrifices of the wives plunged into the fire? Yes, Mpu. I knew. Some kingdoms including Singasari obligated the king's wives to do so. Can Empu explain, why do women practice the tradition?” my lot is long.

Empu Ragarunting nodded. “Then, I will tell you a story from the land of Jambudwipa. In ancient times, there lived a princess ”

While looking at the students who were berla-tih kanuragan, Empu Ragarunting began to tell the legitimate ki-ki Princess Sati. Sati is the daughter of King Dhaksa. Her marriage to Lord Shiva was not approved by King Daksha. King Dhaksa's insults to Sati's husband made Princess Sati willingly throw herself into the fire. Princess Sati's loyalty then abadi. What a glorious love capable of crashing death and time.

“Princess Sati then reincarnated as Goddess Parvati. She was reunited with her husband, Lord Shiva, in another life. They're reunited. Although the soul of Princess Sati has existed in a different body.”

I was so fascinated I couldn't talk.

“Princess Sati is a good example of a wife. Be-Liau carries out its obligations. The universe blesses his love. Such is the nature of a woman.”

I open and close my mouth. The hard nature of nutmeg made me then ask another question.

“Can Empu explain, is it love?”

My question was settled because it was late afternoon. Empu Ragarunting resumed the story of Parwati the next day. After he told me, I asked again. And he continued the next day, the next day again....

For a long time, the practice session of kanuragan became a place to talk between us. The story of Goddess Parvati and Lord Shiva still continues. The ambiguity of love is pictured in those stories. How love can give birth or grow. On the contrary, love is also something that can melt and destroy.

***

Empu Ragarunting seems impressed with my wishes. After the story of Lord Shiva was finished, he often glanced at me during his lesson hours. The disciples of the Empu prepared a special bulkhead for me. An empty su-dut covered in thin curtains. Here, I can listen and see Empu Ragarunting teaching. But I was separated from his male students.

Today, Empu Ragarunting explains one of the Bhagawad Gita22 sections. There is an out-of-the-box understanding of the powers of the gods. Until the kebi-dungan on the ways they regulate the keseim-bangan dharma and adharma. This is what is being discussed now.

“And then, Arjuna was so amazed.” Empu Ragarunting's voice sounded powerful, “What can anyone say who heard this sentence: ‘I am time, The Destroyer of the Universe’?”

The disciples looked down, trying to ponder. Curadharma raised his hand. He was about to ask, but was arrested by Mpu Ragarunting.

22 One of the Hindu scriptures, tells of Krishna's advice to Arjuna about war and life

“Actually, what is meant by time? Why can he conquer the universe, even destroy it?”

All speechless. Empu Ragarunting continued with a very serious face. “At that time, Lord Krishna showed his great form. Permli-hatan ‘Au’ esa. ‘I am time. The universe's cur. The Time that destroys. The time has come now, and it is ripe for the destruction of this army. Even if you run, all this will still perish’.”

I have heard and read the Mahabharata story several times. But for some reason, at this time, keti-ka Empu Ragarunting told me another part Maha-bharata, my whole body was trembling. A cold chill ran through my spine until I hugged myself.

Those lesson hours became very su-nyi moments. All were busy with his own reflection and understanding. Still studying what the meaning behind the amazing story of Krishna.

Empu Ragarunting himself approached me after his students one by one left. He flinched at me. I was still in a room that was almost empty.

“Daughter, is there anything you want to ask?”

I'm down. Shame will be my sass. But my attitude did not affect Empu Ragarunting. He's stroking his beard. Empu Ragarunting looked at me for a moment with a sympathetic look.

“Baratayudha is a terrible event.” I can't hold my mouth. “When the brothers sa-ling attacked for the throne. They took so many lives of the knights. Just for the sake of fulfilling personal ambitions.”

Empu Ragarunting smiled wisely. “Then, what pen-get Putri about Arjuna's doubts pulling his bu-sur rope?”

“That's ” I squeezed a finger. Seeking words to answer. All the words flew from my head. I can only imagine a knight whose chariot wheel is being mired. Then the other men were wondering whether to kill the knight or not.

“Since long ago, I felt everything that happened to Adipati Karna was unfair.” I finally said helplessly.

“Many people say that the world is unfair. Who actually determines justice? Why can what is fair to one be unfair to another?”

I scrunched my eyebrows, not understanding.

“Daughter, everyone does not expect war and natural disasters. But that's what happened. When truth is degenerated and evil needs to be destroyed. As the universe searches for its balance.”

“Should all of it be paid with lives manu-usa?”

“Princess, whom I heard, Princess studied Buddhism.” Empu Ragarunting said with full kesa-baran. “Don't the Buddha himself say: it is natural for humans to experience 4 conditions: birth, old, sick, and death?”

Empu Ragarunting let me think for a moment. Then he continued, “All humans will die. That's the reality. For the knights, dead—gugur on the battlefield is an honor. They died as heroes. Then abadi in history.”

I'm nodding. Begin to understand the explanation-an Empu Ragarunting.

“Who did Arjuna see then? He saw his oldest brother. But he also sees people who choose to be friends of evil. A choice was once given. Even Yudishthira gave up the throne to Kar-na, and Karna rejected him. He chose to defend his position with Duryodhana.”

Empu Ragarunting moved his head. One of his eyebrows went up. “So, does the Princess still consider that a ti-dak fair?”

Suddenly the story reminded me of a sutra:

“Tak get along with unwise people. Be

slang with the wise. Respecting them

which deserves respect. That's the main blessing.”23

“That's right, Princess.”

I just realized that my tears starting to drip tan-pa can be stopped. Maybe this is presumptuous. Comparing the War of Barathayudha with the war that will be fought. However, I cannot help myself. Inundations

23 Taken from the Mangala Sutta (Pali Language)

blood and body figures were still in my nightmare.

“That's lucky if a king has a damping pen like you.”

“What?” I rubbed my eyes with my back. It's hard to describe my upset feelings. Understanding and sympathy for the knights gave a new perspective. All this time, I've only seen war from one point of view. The point of view of the people.

Empu Ragarunting stepped to the side of ru-angan. He took a few puffs from the closet. A smile appeared on his lips as he cuddled a few puffs.

“Good leader, is a wise fair leader.” He said slowly, “He was happy when the people rejoiced. If the people suffer, he shed tears. That is the leader who will be adored and remembered.”

Empu Ragarunting sighed, then poked it at me.

“This... for me?”

Empu Ragarunting smiled. Presumably, he remembered something. Longing filled his eyes as Empu Ragarunting looked back at the thrower.

“Lontar was written and left by one of my friends. He is a monk who embara from Sinhala.24”

“Sinhala? Country near Jambudwipa it?”

24 Sri Lanka

Empu Ragarunting nodded. “He only stayed a few months here. I exchanged a few stories. He heard the story of the gods, while I was watching him tell me about the life of Buddha.”

The longing is again seen in the view of ma-a-pa Empu Ragarunting. He sighed a few times and looked back at me.

“My friend said: someday there will be someone who is a match with this thrower.”

Confused, I flipped through the thump. “Maybe the Princess can reread how

the Buddha's Advice to Patih King Ajatashatru.” Empu Ragarunting smiled wisely. “Princess can reconsider the opinions of the Princess about Raden Wijaya and the kingdom.”