“Narayana! Narayana!”
Hearing the words and recognizing the speaker, Lord Vishnu’s faint smile broke into a grin as he lay rested in Vaikunth. Narad Muni walked in and paid his reverence. Knowing of Narad muni’s notorious nature, Vishnu used his divine power to peep into his mind to know of the purpose behind his visit. After having received an insight, Vishnu placated and pampered him with his words,
“You look restless and disturbed, Narad. Who has dared to bother my most favourite devotee?”
Hearing the phrase, ‘most favourite’ brought a spark in Narada’s eyes.
“You are calling me your favourite devotee! Look below, all over the Earth, humans are building Hanuman’s temples. Every temple of yours is complete when his statue is placed near your feet. They are calling him, “The Parm Bhakta”. No one remembers me! They don’t see that I recite your name, Narayana, with every breath. They are calling Hanuman your most loving Bhakta!” He shrugged his head in dismissal.
Lord Vishnu was moved by his words. He could sense his baseless insecurities. He was used to such instances when his devotees got into similar comparisons among themselves. He loved them all equally and knew the art to tackle their temporarily affected state of mind.
Lord Vishnu eased him,
“Yes! You certainly are my loving, favourite devotee Narada. But so is Hanuman. Isn’t this comparison like cheese and chalk? Tell me, the wise one. Everyone who recites my name with reverence shares the same place in my heart, there aren’t any pedestals there, my dear.”
“Yes! It may be, my Lord. But why aren’t I so glorified as Hanuman on Earth?” sulked Narada.
Laughing at the childlike behaviour of Narada, Vishnu reasoned,
“This is because while I incarnated as Ram with a purpose to establish the new Dharma, I needed people to support me in that cause. I was born as a human, hence I wasn’t self-sufficient. When I was roaming like a nomadic in the forest in search of Sita, Hanuman came forth and guided me. He utilized his superpowers to support a worthy cause. He used his network of Vanar community to build an army to bring down the mighty Asura, Ravana. His courageous choice
of actions had to be glorified, to exemplify the strength in unity, and how one must use his talents and power for a higher cause. Also, the new Yug had to be presented with new personality traits for the formation of a wholesome society.”
Forgetting his insecurities for a while, Narada prompted,
“And what were they?”
Vishnu continued,
“Hanuman was a personification of the extraordinary quality of inner-self-restrain. It reflected in his practice of Bal Brahmachari, attained with the practice of meditation. Despite being a supreme power himself, Hanuman was the most humble and modest person. His selflessness had to be showcased. He never expected any returns or glorifications for his favours and work. He simply chose to be with me forever, to be my backbone, to be the land underneath my feet. That’s humbleness and selflessness. These traits of his had to be exemplified so that humans would imbibe them.”
Vishnu’s words evoked feelings of respect for Hanuman in Narada’s heart.
“Hanuman is indeed godly in doing so and being so!” Praised Narada.
“And so are you my dear!” added Vishnu.
“Hanuman guided me while I was on Earth. And you when I was in Vaikunth, as a Trimurthi, as the sustainer of life. You roamed around in the Triloaks (three worlds) repeating my name, “Narayana, Narayana”. If not that, how would my popularity become a reality among Devas, Asuras, Manav (human) and every other living entity. You travelled along with my stories everywhere, sang songs of me, and repeated my name before all. Thus making me famous and establishing me as the Palanhaar of the universe. If not by you, who would know Narayana, the Vishnu, the Preserver, my dear? Coming to temples, they are structures built to keep humanity reminded of its human duties and follow the right path to perform their Karma. You reside in my heart Narada, that’s your temple. Everyone who bows before me, bows before you as well, Munivar.”
Vishnu’s words assured Narada of his position and glory. He clicked on his Khartal (musical instrument) and struck the strings of his Tanpura and resumed on his journey merrily singing and reciting, “Narayana! Narayana!”
