In Search Of Rama’s Setu At Dhanushkodi

The sea seemed to have receded somewhere near the horizon….the rattling mini-bus ran along the deeply entrenched tyre marks on what seemed like an almost dry sea-bed. Sun had begun its westward journey and the skies were clothed in orange hues even as I traveled towards Dhanushkodi.

Mythology says, that it is at Dhanushkodi which literally means ‘end of the bow’ that Lord Rama marked the spot with his bow-end to make a bridge to Lanka. Located at the tip of Pamban Island, it was a bustling town once, complete with a railway station, a church, customs office, telegraph office, medical institution and boat express service to Lanka.

But what greeted me was a ghost of a town…abandoned, forlorn…in ruins. A devastating cyclone in 1964 devoured the villagers, the train passengers and a life they had cultivated there. Dhanushkodi stays uninhabited since then….

Church in ruins

Church in ruins

The ruinous church and railway station tell a story of what must have been. Another barrack like structure further down the beach had breathed its last with crumbling walls and caved in roof. The few fishermen huts seemed to sob in memory of the town’s healthier past.

I walked along the somber beach  under the gradually graying evening. There at Dhanushkodi the calmer waters of Bay of Bengal meet the turbulent ones of Indian Ocean but the sea seemed docile that evening….a facade people said… “Do not venture alone or deeper in sea; it is treacherous”

Deceptively calm...

Deceptively calm…

I wondered how it must have been when Rama decided to build the bridge… Was the sea tamer then? Did the stones really float on sea? Were corals used to make the bridge?

Though neither the historians nor the geologists believe the theory of a manmade bridge connecting Indian soil to Sri Lankan  shores but there exists an array of coral rocks between the two land masses and the sea is shallower along the rock ridge.

But Science can never compete with the faith or belief in God. And with Dhanushkodi being so close to Rameshwaram, where it is believed that Rama prayed to Lord Shiva before going on war with Lanka King Ravana, the story of Ramayana takes deeper roots in hearts of devotees.

And hence it is for this faith and belief in existence of God that people throng to this desolate town to touch the waters of sea, to pray where their God prayed for guidance and to have a glimpse of the mythical Ram Setu.

However, as evening darkened, the bus driver forbade us to linger far off on the beach and I could not search for any tell-tale signs of Ram Setu. The myth is that the new king of Lanka, Ravana’s younger brother Vibhishana, requested Rama to break the bridge after returning and that is what Rama did. I had to make peace with the thought that the said bridge was no more…swallowed up by the tempestuous ocean…

Mystery remains unsolved…if Ramayana was just a story, then the author must have traveled to all such places mentioned in the epic…he must have traveled upon a rock structure that took him to Lanka…he must have seen the sea swallow the rocky pathway…Or there really could have existed a superhuman like Rama who took an expedition to Lanka.

Somewhere there was the Ram Setu

Somewhere there was the Ram Setu

Whatever the truth may be…I felt a calm watching the blue water swish gently near my feet and ebbing away in the gray horizon. I returned as the night fell…my faith in God still firm and belief in story of Ramayana unshaken!

Good to know facts:

  1. Nearest railway station is Rameshwaram. Regular bus service and taxis are available from Rameshwaram to Dhanushkodi.
  2. At Dhanushkodi, a new road has been completed which is approachable by private vehicle and on foot.
  3. Mini-buses ply from the private vehicle parking till Dhanushkodi charging anywhere from 100 Rs to 150 Rs per head.
  4. It is inadvisable to be alone on the beach late in evening as sea is unpredictably rough.

About shoma abhyankar

I like to believe that I am a creative person. I read, write, paint, sketch, rustle up some quick and some elaborate meals for friends and family, love chess, su-doku and scrabble, can hum an old Hindi song tentatively, always stand up for women rights, hate fake people, bugs, roaches, spiders and cigarette smokers!! I graduated with a degree of Bachelor of Architecture in 1998. Soon after, I married an officer in Indian Air Force and have been on move since then. For a brief time of two years when we were posted in Pune, I worked as a junior architect in a firm. Being aware of frequent movement that we would have to live with, I chose to be a homemaker and concentrated on creating a warm and welcoming home for my family. But sitting at home without any creative activity was not my cup of tea. I learnt candle making and soon put up an exhibition at Poona Club when my daughter was barely a year old. I also enjoyed a short stint as a home-based entrepreneur, supplying chocolates and cakes on demand, while we were posted in Bareilly. With an inclination towards writing, I completed a diploma in ‘Creative Writing in English’ from Symbiosis College of Distance Learning, Pune. Then I discovered the blogosphere. Now I hope to not only travel and share my experiences with the world but also to pen a book someday....
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3 Responses to In Search Of Rama’s Setu At Dhanushkodi

  1. Very beautiful description of the place and the analysis part is awesome.
    its true that if Ramayan is just an epic then how these places exists? means the writer traveled all these place.


  2. Pingback: The Temple Town of Rama’s Ishwar: Rameshwaram | Astonishing India

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