# Vibe Blogs - Honoring the Monkey Man

By [Ram](https://paragraph.com/@ram008) · 2025-06-23

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This vibe blog is about a story that I heard from very early in my childhood. Let us call it the story of the Monkey Man. I know the first image of what comes to mind is that of Hanuman, the ultimate Monkey God. But this one is about a child that was born as an advanced ape, but not quite human. It is the story of the Monkey Man.

Mr and Mrs N prayed long and hard to the gods to give them strength to be able to wait patiently until God decided it was time for them to bear a child and bring them to this world. Their prayers were answered as Mrs. N was pregnant with a child and was keenly expecting to deliver a healthy child and raise it to continue their lineage. The day finally arrived and the child was born. Except, the child was not entirely human, he resembled an ape from a period of evolution prior to the human race. He was fully formed with partial human features but for most part, he resembled an advanced ape more than a human child. The jury is out whether he had a tail but he was built to stand not crawl, much like a standing homo-erectus.

The parents, Mr and Mrs. N were horrified at first, but began to embrace their fate, even thinking that Lord Hanuman answered their prayers by being born to them in this iteration of fate and turn of time. They accepted their responsibility to take care of this child. But soon, things turned or should we say leapt, as the child began crawling and clinging to the walls and climbing up to dance on the ceiling fan. This horrified the medical staff and the parents alike. The Monkey child, let us call him JG, began to create a ruckus of every room he was in and showed much more penchant to seek the outdoors than be inside a crib or cling to his parents.

As the months rolled by, it became adequately clear that JG is not going to grow up as a human in homes, but rather as a monkey in the forests, so the parents had to give him up to his natural desires and let him go into the wild amongst the monkeys at Monkey Hill between two famous cities. He was joyous and embraced his natural habitat. It is said that every year on his birthday, his parents, Mr. and Mrs. N would come to Monkey Hill to celebrate with him. Whether he knew anything about birthdays or celebrations, he would come to spend time with his parents, perhaps drawn to their scent or from prior memory of their presence.

Mr and Mrs. N came back for 12 years and on the 13th, they searched frantically for JG but he did not come, they came back on the 14th and the 15th and several times in between, but there was no sign of JG. He was gone, whether from this world having finished his purpose or to a different forest, no one could tell. But his time with the Ns was over. A few months later, Mrs. N gave birth to a perfect human child, a girl, let us call her KA. They had several years of joy watching KA grow and even more pride as she became a decorated scholar in the Sanskrit language. Every time, she accomplished anything, JG was remembered, and fondly celebrated on each of his birthdays as KA’s “dada'“ or elder brother. Appearance did not matter, whether he was fully evolved did not matter, what mattered was JG was the first son of the Ns and he left a bit of his grace, a bit of his blessings and much of his presence with the family. His framed picture stands on the walls of the Ns but he lives larger than just an image.

JG’s memory is ever lasting, perhaps like the life of Chiranjeevi Hanuman.

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*Originally published on [Ram](https://paragraph.com/@ram008/vibe-blogs-honoring-the-monkey-man)*