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Reading Notes: Narayan's Ramayana, Section C

Vali: This has been the easiest chapter for me to read so far. Rather than stopping every few lines because I got stuck on a word I could not pronounce or forgot what I just read, I was able to fully comprehend this chapter. What stuck out to me the most was the long monologues from Vali and Rama after Vali was shot. It was very endearing and emotional to hear both sides of the story. Vali trying to stay strong and defend himself at first. He did not want to seem like he was defeated fairly, rather he was shot out of nowhere. His anger for this was present in his speech.

Rama came back and defended himself, for Rama does not do anything without good reason. He knew exactly what he was doing and had even thought about it during a conversation with Lakshmana. One thing that I noticed is that Rama did not mention his wife even after Vali brought her up a few times. Even though Rama is a god, I think that some of the reason Rama helped Sugreeva was for his wife. You can feel the emotion in these long speeches each of them give.

In the end Vali sees that he is wrong. At first it came of very sarcastic but then I had to realize that how the characters of the Ramayana speak can come across fake when it is genuine. It just took a 180 degree turn with Vali real quick. I m happy that Vali recognized his mistake though because he was making me mad. He did not even give his brother a chance to speak. Having two brothers myself I know how Sugreeva felt for sure. It is frustrating when your brother does not give you the chance to speak.

For my own story, I think writing a monologue for Sugreeva would be a great choice. I can elaborate on the emotion between siblings. Maybe a speech at Vali's funueral, even speaking to Vali's son to tell him why he did what he did.

(The Killing of Vali. Source: WikimediaCommons)


Bibliography: The Ramayana, R.K. Narayan. Book

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