He had 10 heads and was a great devotee of Lord Shiva. He was considered to be supremely knowledgeable and was well-versed in the Vedas and Shastras – in fact his 10 heads indicate the six shastras and the four vedas that he mastered. Even his arch enemy, and eventual destroyer, spent several days in penance after killing him. Obviously, there is more about him, than what meets the eye when you see his burnt effigies as marking the triumph of good over evil.
At one point, your own conciousness begins to wonder if the death of Raavan deserves celebration at all.
Neither is one entirely good or bad nor can there be an end to all good or bad. We all have strains of good and bad. Light and shadow will always co-exist. Then why make Raavan the demon god, representative of all things bad? Why give him a lease of life every year and then burn him? Why keep the Raavan alive inside us every year and then “pretend” to kill it?
We burn him every year, because he never dies. He is alive within each of us. We are his immortality.
According to old folklore, if one cups one’s hand over one’s ears the sound one hears is that of Raavan’s funeral pyre still burning.