
The fire blazed, the mantras soared, and Takshaka — serpent king, killer of kings — was now mid-air, dragged from the palace of Indra himself by the force of the Vedic yajna. The Sarpa-yajna had reached its fiercest moment.
Indra, invoked by mantra, appeared high in the sky in full divine radiance. But Janamejaya’s command was clear:
‘If Indra protects Takshaka, then let Indra too be offered into the Agni!’
Startled, the king of devas — who thought the invitation was to honor him — abandoned Takshaka in panic and fled. The heavens rumbled as Takshaka fell, screaming, twisted in horror, into the blazing homa-kunda, his fate sealed.
And then… it happened.
Astika, the boy-sage, the one born for this moment, raised his hand.
‘तिष्ठ तिष्ठ तिष्ठ — Stop there. Stop there. Stop there.’
And just like that, the mantras were overpowered.
Takshaka froze, suspended mid-air. Neither flying, nor falling. The mantra-shakti of the purohitas, powered by countless ahutis, was silenced by the sheer authority of a young boy’s tapobalam.
The yajna stalled. The fire paused. Silence ruled.
Janamejaya, stunned, furious, shaken, turned to Astika once again:
‘O great one… ask now. I had promised. I shall grant you anything — gold, gems, elephants, horses, lands, palaces — anything! But don’t ask for this! Don’t ask to stop the yajna!’
But Astika stood unmoved, like a pillar of dharma clad in brahmatejas.
‘I seek none of that. I ask only this — stop this yajna. Let no more serpents die. Let my mother’s vamsha live. This is the reason I was born. I have no other desire.’
The yajna had nearly achieved its purpose.
Takshaka was on the brink.
But dharma, not vengeance, must decide the end.
The purohitas and scholars rose together.
‘O King, you have given your word. You must not step back now.
To promise and not fulfill — this will taint the yajna.
Dharma is not just fire and ritual. It is vow and honor too.’
And so, Janamejaya, torn between rage and righteousness, did what few kings in his place would have done.
He bowed to truth.
He called off the Sarpa-yajna.
This is where the king’s character truly shone.
Though the yajna failed to kill Takshaka — its primary target — Janamejaya did not sulk or rage.
He honored every purohita and scholar present.
He gave abundant dakshina.
He even rewarded the vastu expert who had predicted that the yajna would be interrupted!
And what of Astika?
Janamejaya, with full heart, turned to him:
‘You are a true scholar. I hold no grudge.
I shall soon conduct an Ashwamedha yajna. You must attend it.
You are always welcome.’
Such was the king’s maturity — not ruled by mind, but guided by intelligence.
This was not emotion. This was refined dharma in action.
And what of the serpents?
They rejoiced.
They owed their survival to Astika — the one who stood between them and extinction.
They came forward and said:
‘Ask, O Astika. What can we do to honor you?’
Astika asked for something timeless:
‘Let no one who remembers this story — the Astika Upakhyana — ever be harmed by a serpent. Let them be protected.’
And the serpents agreed.
They gave a protective mantra, a promise encoded in verse:
असितं चार्तिमन्तं च सुनीथं चापि यः स्मरेत्।
दिवा वा यदि वा रात्रौ नास्य सर्पभयं भवेत्॥
Whoever remembers the names Asita, Artiman, and Suneetha — by day or by night — shall never fear serpents.
But as those mantras are not known now, they gave three verses of equal power, which anyone can chant daily:
१.
यो जरत्कारुणा जातो जरत्कारौ महायशाः ।
आस्तीकः सर्पसत्रे वः पन्नगान् योऽभ्यरक्षत ।
तं स्मरन्तं महाभागा न मां हिंसितुमर्हथ ॥
O Nagas, I remember Astika — son of Jaratkaru and the savior of your vamsha.
Because I remember him, you should not harm me.
२.
सर्पापसर्प भद्रं ते गच्छा सर्प महाविष ।
जनमेजयस्य यज्ञान्ते आस्तिकस्य वचनं स्मर ॥
O venomous serpent, depart peacefully.
Remember what Astika said at the end of Janamejaya’s yajna —
Those who remember him shall not be harmed by you.
३.
आस्तिकस्य वचः श्रुत्वा यः सर्पो न निवर्तते।
शतधा भिद्यते मूर्ध्नि शिंशवृक्षफलं यथा॥
The serpent who disobeys Astika’s command —
his head shall shatter into a hundred pieces, like the bursting fruit of the Shimsapa tree.
These three verses can be chanted daily for protection from serpents.
Their power is not symbolic — it is rooted in an ancient pact between man and Naga, sealed in the fire of dharma.
And what happened to Astika?
He lived a complete life — married, had children, fulfilled his grihastha dharma, and eventually attained moksha.
And thus, the Astika Parva ends — not in fire, but in peace.
Remember where it all began.
Shaunaka Maharshi’s guru, who used to kill every snake he saw, was stopped by a serpent who spoke of Ahimsa and Astika. That led to Ruru asking his father Pramati, and this divine tale flowed from there.
To know Astika is to know restraint.
To remember Astika is to be protected.
To tell his story is to bathe in punya.
Astika Parva — Complete.
Next begins the Aṃshāvatāra Parva, where the avatars of divinity descend to shape the Mahabharata war.
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