BrahmaRaakshas, a benign tumour
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I was struggling to find a way to describe the ‘functionality’ of a shrine allowed to be placed ‘inside’ the compound walls of a kerala tempal/temple. In the rest_of_India temples, this guy(brahmarakshas, a deity, ofcourse) is kept at ‘a safe distance, a little away from the templeπ. This ‘oddity’ around my curiosity to learn a little more about this guy π
I have a deep sense of gratitude towards medical science for having given me the phrase called ‘benign tumor’.
I can explain the reason for my gratitude: any ‘flash’ of a new idea and the strange one to me might evaporate before I know it if I do not manage to give it a shape not necessarily a verbal form always but a shape which I can recognise later if & when I recall later.
A tumour is a parasite, waiting to feast on its host, when the defence mechanism inbuilt in the host is inadequate! A malignant tumor eventually devours the host itself. π€£π. Being a lesser intelligent organism it fails to realise that it ends up its own life eventually.
A benign tumor on the other hand is patient enough to ensure its own well being while feasting on its host very conservatively and harmlessly π. Normal rakshasa is like a malignant tumor, where as a brahmarakshas looks similar to a benign-tumorπ. Basic nature is similar in both rakshas and brahmarakshas, when they both are intrusive. The whole difference is about their personal agenda π. The benign fellow is Keen to part with what he has learnt but failed to impart to anybody else, when he was a normal human being π. Now that very memory keep him hunting for a skape goat, to teach ( look at the story of “Vikramaditya and the vetal”, the Vetal hangs on the king's shoulder till the syllabus is completed ππ. “ΰ€ΰ€²े ΰ€ͺΰ€‘़ΰ€¨ा” ΰ€ा ΰ€ΰ€¦ाΰ€Ήΰ€°ΰ€£ π)
I leave it to the imagination of the reader to figure out why inside a Kerala temple and outside the rest of India temples(the shrine of that benign_tumour called brahmarakshas? πππππ
Benignly yours,
psn(28 May, 2026)
Post script
When a kid of 6, i imitated other visitors in our Village temple, and threw a pinch of mud from the raised platform of a brahmarakshas π…( for whatever it is worth let me imitate π).
But my grandma chided me, saying “hey, we don't pray to it!”. I understood the hint. She was reminding me of my lineage, “Traditional beggars”ππ€£, ΰ€ͺाΰ€°ंΰ€ͺΰ€°िΰ€ ΰ€िΰ€ाΰ€°ी।
In doing so, she inadvertently planted a seed of curiosity to delve deeper into the “why's” of it, when I become adept at the use of ‘sense of Discrimination' as a grownup later π