Sita: “My name is Sita, some people know me as the wife of the great Rama and some people would know me as the person that defied him. The rebel, the protector and the brave. I will tell you I’m none of those things. I’m simply a woman, a woman who deserved my own version of a happy ending. A happy ending, I created myself”.
“Sita, you get back here this instant! Sita, do not defy me!” Rama screamed sounding like a thousand horns.
Turning around quickly Sita looked straight into the eyes of the great Rama. Standing her guard, her pride insurmountable.
“Rama…I dare never to defy a word you say. I just choose not to listen to your foolishness.”
“Foolishness! Ha! Defeating Ravana was not foolish! Saving you from a thousand deaths, protecting your virtue is not foolish!”, now he began to walk around his arms flailing about like a bird ready to take off.
“He always did look like a great hawk to most, then again his personality made him a black crow to me. Flailing his arms about, ruling with his virtue instead of his heart”.
“You are a foolish man Rama. You let other rule and dictate your heart. How can you ever be a good and proper king if you do not follow your intuition. Follow what not only makes you great, but good. In a lot of ways, you are worse than Ravana, because you are selfish.”, calm and collected Sita looked at King Rama poised and ready to defend her words.
“Get out! I do not want a queen who speaks her mind, because surely a woman speaking her mind is a sign of my downfall. I would rather hang myself from a tree, than to be ridiculed or dethroned. May the goods spare your life Sita and may the forest be kind to your damned soul.”, waving her off as if she was just a lowley commoner and not a reincarnated God, Sita looked at him a mix of disbelieve and shame.
“I feel sorry for you Rama, because it will not be a woman who will be your downfall, it will be the stinging of your words and the actions you take. I will pray to the Gods that your soul is not damned like Ravana”.
Sita turns around to leave, no place to go except to the place that she found solace, a place where her once beloved Rama showered her with love and care. Where things were simpler, and where her heart was full of love given to her by her husband.
Having been escorted out of her beloved home, once again. Sita vowed never to return, if she was to be banished she would do it with grace and she would become something great. She traveled deep in the heart of the forest, she passed by shabby homes and teachers. These teachers taught her great things, how to live off the forest land, how to build and how to talk to mother nature.
It is her growing friendship with mother nature, that caused her to really tap into her ability to get over Rama, and to move on with her life as a force of good for the forest.
Sita was on her knees in prayer, gazing up at a large figure having formed out of the sky, she was a plush woman who held the Earth within her body. She was not visible to all, only the few that let nature in the hearts. Mother nature was force, dangerous but beautiful and she loved Sita as the child she was never allowed to have.
“Mother Nature, I think you for all you have to done for me. You have listened advised me in the matters of the heart. You have taught me how to commune with the laws of nature, how to beckon the animals and grow plants with a prayer. You also taught me how to talk to the heavens to give rain, snow and the Sun. Whatever should I do to repay you?”
“I’m getting old Sita…. My ability to hold the Earth within my heart is dwindling. I was but a human, given a gift so great that I find my time has come, to leave my duties and finally live among the Gods and Goddesses. I want to give you this noble cause, you have shown yourself worthy of great strength of mind, body and soul. You have the independence of a man, therefore, you have the strength of a thousand of them. I want you to be the new Mother Nature, the protector of Earth.”
“It would give great honor”, Sita said proud and happy.
Sita: “It was greatness as Mother Nature that gave me the ability to see beyond my forest. My heart had quit beating for Rama, but my curiosity and longing for the love another, caused me to look down on the man that ruled my heart. I was saddened by what I saw, fore my prophecy was true. He was his own downfall. It is not only his pride that destroyed him, but it is with his compromised moral compass, that gave the reincarnation of the very person he defeated, Ravana (born unbeknownst to anyone as the son of his new wife Vishkana) a chance to dethroned the once great king. Tossing him in a wooden boat to sea. It was sad to see him banished and overtaken by the very thing that made me powerful. I had not known that the sea storm I conjured a few hours before would be his downfall, all I knew is that the Sea Gods were restless and I need to appease them, and there was no time to reverse what I had done with the sea. I pray he has found solace in the afterlife, but I will not know till my duties are done. Until my nature is exhausted and I move on.”
I really hated how Sita was treated in Sita Sings the Blues. I also wasn’t a big fan of how Sita still loves Rama even though he has done many cold things toward her (she even sacrifices herself!). So, I really wanted to twist the story and give Sita her own version of a happy ending, while also focusing on how Sita became a part of mother nature in the movie (because I thought that was pretty cool). In the process of doing so, I wanted her to become this very powerful, fair, and kind ruler of the land, so to speak. I only wanted her love of nature to really shine through and dictate what she does. Even if it means sacrificing her heart and body. I just wanted to do it in a way that was her choice. The reason why I wanted Sita to take a central role is because throughout the story I found that Sita had no real voice and just went along with whatever Rama and the others said, so in a way I modernized Sita, but not so much she becomes unrecognizable. I say this, because I think if given the opportunity Sita would have been more vocal and more independent.
Bibliography: “Sita Sings the Blues” by Nina Paley. Website: Youtube.com