Chapter 16 How Bakasura was Killed
The Pandavas remained in the city of Ekachakra under the guise of brahmanas, begging for food in the brahmana streets and returning what they obtained to their mother, who awaited their return with bated breath. She would be concerned if they did not return in time since she feared the worst may have happened to them.
The meal they brought would be split into two equal halves by Kunti. Bhima would receive half of it. The mother and the other brothers would split the remaining half. Bhima was extremely strong and had a voracious appetite because he was a Wind god’s child.
One of Bhima’s names, Vrikodara, means “wolf-bellied,” because as we all know, wolves always appear to be starving. And no matter how much it consumes, its hunger never truly subsides.
Bhima’s ravenous appetite and the meagre nourishment he used to receive at Ekachakra both became sick. He also continued to lose weight, which greatly upset his mother and brothers. Later on, Bhima met a potter whom he assisted and supported by fetching clay. In exchange, the potter gave him a sizable clay pot that the children on the street found amusing.
Bhimasena and his mother were left behind one day when their other brothers left to solicit alms, and they overheard raucous lamentations coming from their brahmana landBhagwan’s home. Kunti entered the house to find out what the terrible disaster was that had undoubtedly befallen the unhappy family.
The brahmana and his wife struggled to talk since they were both crying, but eventually he spoke to her: “O unfortunate and foolish lady, even though I frequently hoped we should permanently leave this city, you would not concur. You continued in claiming that you were born and raised in this location and that you intended to remain where your ancestors had lived and passed away. How can I consider losing you when you have been my life’s partner, loving mother, the wife who gave birth to my children, nay, my everything, all at once? You cannot be executed while I am still alive. God has placed this little lady in our care as a trust to be presented to a deserving man in due course. To sacrifice her, who is a gift from God, in order to keep the race going, is wrong. It is also impossible to permit the death of this other person, our son. How can we continue to live after putting our sole source of comfort and our only hope for the afterlife to death?”
“Who would pour libations for us and our forefathers if he were lost? Alas! You disregarded my advice, and this is the lethal result of your perversity. If I give up my life, this girl and kid would undoubtedly pass away quickly since they have no protection. So what do I do? It’s preferable if we all die together ” And the brahmana broke into tears.
The spouse retorted: “I have been a nice wife to you, and I have carried you a son and a daughter as is my responsibility. You can raise and protect your kids, however I can’t. A poor widowed woman is an easy target for evil and dishonest individuals, much as abandoned offal is pounced upon and grabbed by voracious birds. Dogs struggle over a fabric that has been dipped in ghee, tearing it into filthy rags as they drag it around in their dirty gluttony. I should be given to the Rakshasa, that would be finest. The woman who moves on to the afterlife while her husband is still living is really blessed. As you are aware, the Bible says this. Bid me adieu. Take good care of my kids. I have enjoyed working with you. I’ve done a lot of honourable things. I am certain of paradise because of my steadfast commitment to you. For someone who has been a good wife, death is not terrifying. Take another wife once I’m gone. Give me your blessing, cheer me with a courageous grin, and send me to the Rakshasa.”
When his wife spoke these things, the brahmana gently hugged her and sobbed like a child, completely moved by her love and bravery. When he could speak, he responded: “What do these words mean, O dear and honourable one? Could I handle living without you? Protecting his wife is a married man’s primary responsibility. If I were to continue to exist after surrendering both love and duty by handing you over to the Rakshasa, I would undoubtedly be a miserable sinner.”
As she overheard this pitiful talk, the daughter intervened in tears: “Even though I am a youngster, please pay attention to me and follow my advice. You may give the Rakshasa nothing except me. You may save the other souls by sacrificing one, namely mine, which is me. Allow me to be the little boat that carries you through this river of disaster. Similar to this, malevolent individuals may drag a woman from one place to another as entertainment. Two fatherless orphans cannot be protected by me, and they will suffer a miserable death like fish in a dry pond. I shall soon expire in this harsh world alone if both of you die, as will my small baby brother. What a good death mine would be if it prevented this family of ours from being destroyed! You ought to deliver me to the Rakshasa even if you just have my wellbeing in mind.”
The parents sobbed as they warmly hugged the young girl in response to her bold comments. The youngster, who was just a newborn, began to speak when he noticed that they were all in tears and lisped “Father, stop crying. Mother, try not to cry. Sister, try not to cry.”
And then he went to each person and alternately sat on their lap. Then he sprang up, grabbed a piece of firewood, and declared in his lovely, childlike voice, “I’m going to slay the Rakshasa with this stick.” They smiled through their tears at the child’s behaviour and remarks, but it just made them feel more deeply sad.
Kuntidevi came, sensing that now was the right time to step in and ask what was wrong and if there was anything she could do to assist.
The brahmana remarked: “Mother, you can do nothing to ease this sadness. In a cave close to the city, a ruthless and extraordinarily powerful Rakshasa by the name of Bakasura resides. Thirteen years ago, he took this city and kingdom by force. Since then, he has cruelly enslaved us. Because he fled to the city of Vetrakiya, this nation’s kshatriya monarch is unable to defend us. In the past, this Rakshasa would occasionally emerge from his cave and, driven by hunger, would indiscriminately slaughter and devour men, women, and children in this city. The residents pleaded to the Rakshasa for some form of agreement in place of this promiscuous killing. Do not murder us indiscriminately at your whim and pleasure, they pleaded. We’ll send you enough meat, rice, curds, intoxicating liquors, and other goodies once a week. These will be brought to you in a carriage carried by two bullocks and driven by a person selected randomly from each residence. Make a meal out of the rice, together with the bullocks and the man, but avoid this insane ritualistic massacre. The Rakshasa approved of the suggestion. This powerful Rakshasa has been defending this kingdom against invading attacks and wild animals ever since that day. This agreement has been in place for a very long time.”
“No hero has ever been discovered to rid our nation of this scourge since every valiant man who has attempted has been murdered and vanquished by the Rakshasa.”
“Mother, even our rightful king cannot defend us. A weak king’s nation’s citizenry shouldn’t get married or have kids. Only under the authority of a decent, powerful monarch is it possible to have a meaningful family life with culture and domestic bliss. If we don’t have an appropriate monarch governing over us, our wives, riches, and other possessions are not safe. And now that we have endured a prolonged period of suffering due to seeing other people’s suffering, it is our turn to make a victim of the Rakshasa. I don’t have the money to buy a replacement. I’ll go to him with my entire family since none of us can stand to live after sending one of us to a torturous death. Let the evil glutton stuff himself with us all. These things have hurt you, yet you wanted to know. Only God can assist us, but even in that, we have given up hope.”
This Ekachakra narrative has some interesting and perceptive political facts. After discussing the situation with Bhimasena, Kunti went back to the brahmana. She uttered: “Good fellow, don’t give up. God is awesome. I’ve got five boys. The meal will be delivered to the Rakshasa by one of them.”
The brahmana gasped in awe and amazement, but he quickly shrugged his shoulders and refused to hear about the substitution sacrifice. Says Kunti: “Brahmana, don’t be frightened. I have personally witnessed my son kill several other Rakshasas, and he is blessed with superhuman abilities that come from mantras. He will undoubtedly slay this Rakshasa as well. But don’t tell anyone about this since doing so will negate his influence.”
Kunti feared that if the tale spread around, Duryodhana’s warriors would see the Pandavas’ hand and learn where they were.
With Kunti’s arrangement, Bhima was ecstatic and enthusiastic beyond measure.
With alms, the other brothers went back to the house. Dharmaputra saw Bhimasena’s face was glowing with excitement, something he had not before seen, and assumed that he was determined to embark on some perilous journey. He asked Kunti, who was honest with him, and she informed him of everything.
Says Yudhishthira “This is what? Isn’t this impulsive and careless? Our reliance in Bhima’s power allows us to sleep worry- and fear-free. We want to retake the kingdom that our treacherous enemy have taken, but is it not through Bhima’s strength and bravery that we have any chance? Were we not able to leave the wax castle thanks to Bhima’s skill? And you’re endangering Bhima, who serves as both our current shield and our best chance for the future. I worry that all of your trials have distorted your judgement.”
Kuntidevi answered: “We have contentedly resided in this brahmana’s home for a number of years, dear boys. Man’s ultimate virtue, if not duty, is to conduct good deeds in return for the favour he has received. I am fearless because I am aware of Bhima’s bravery. Consider who killed the demon Hidimba and who carried us away from Varanavata. It is our obligation to help this brahmana family.”
After a bloody struggle, Bhima, who appeared to be bringing Bakasura a cartful of food, killed the Rakshasa.
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