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At Daiñthlen,
the river spreads out and plunges into a narrow, jungly gorge. 'Thlen'
a gigantic serpent, perhaps a python, lived in a cave nearby. The thlen
used to ambush people on their way to market. It had a strange habit of
devouring half the number of people passing by and leaving the rest untouched.
If two persons were passing by, it would attack one and let go off the
other. If there were ten people, five fell prey to its voracious appetite.
All one can to do to pass safely through the place was to walk alone.
This caused great fear and panic among the people of the area and they
were desperate for putting an end to its tyranny, but were clueless.
U Suidnoh a fearless person of Laitryngew, a village you pass through
10 km before reaching Cherrapunjee came forward to tackle the thlen. The
place he lived is even now called Law Suidnoh (pronounced Lao Suid-noh)
and is protected as a sacred grove. He took along with him a herd of goats.
He developed friendship with the thlen by feeding it with goat meat. Over
a period of time, the serpent became friendly to U Suidnoh and on a call
from him the thlen would slide up the cave with its mouth gaping wide
open for a feast of meat.
Once U Suidnoh was confident that the thlen would come out with its mouth
wide open for a feed whenever he called out to it, he heated a lump of
iron in a furnace till it became red hot like meat. He then approached
the cave and called out to the thlen. The thlen as usual came up with
its mouth wide open. U Suidnoh dropped the glowing red hot iron lump down
the serpent's mouth into its throat.
The thlen swallowed the red hot iron lump which burnt its inside making
it to writh in pain inside the cave. The earth shook as if shaken by an
earthquake. When the serpent died after that, the people came from Sohra
and nearby, pulled it out of the cave to the dry river bed and cut the
thlen into pieces. The rocky bed of the river now also looks like pieces
of chopped meat. The place since then is known as Daiñthlen, meaning
- the place where - 'Thlen was cut'. The hollows were used to pound the
spices and masala. It was believed that every bit of the flesh of thlen
was to be eaten up, else the thlen will be able to recreate itself.
So there was great feasting in which everyone partook. The people were
delighted that at last they were freed from the tyranny of the thlen by
eating up the entire meat of the thlen; but they were mistaken. An old
woman wanted to give a portion of the meat to her son who could not join
the feast and took it to Sohra but forgot to give it to her son. The piece
of meat of the thlen that was forgotten reincarnated as the thlen and
demanded 'Khasi blood'. Since it was killed with the help of iron it demanded
the victim should not be killed with any iron weapon. The thlen thus started
residing in the old woman's house and had to be satiated with human blood.
It could change forms to become a cat, fish, leech or snake. The woman
thus unwittingly became the first of the 'Thlen keepers', who are feared
throughout the region. The thlen keepers are required by the thlen to
provide 'Khasi human blood' whenever it craves for it or be struck with
some misfortune or other by way of illness, accident or sudden poverty.
When properly looked after the thlen was supposed to confer great riches
and wealth on its host.
When the thlen is seeking satiation, the thlen keeper looks for a 'nongshohnoh'
meaning the beater, because the murderer has to kill his victim with a
club and can not kill him with any iron weapon. The nongshohnoh, who need
not be a Khasi, fortifies himself with strong liquor, ritually mixes some
turmeric with rice, then goes in search of his victim, who has to be a
Khasi. People fear to traverse deserted paths alone because nongshohnohs
prefer to stalk their victim in such locations and spring a surprise on
the victim and confuse him by throwing the ritually prepared rice on him.
The victim is then clubbed to death. With a pair of silver scissors, the
nongshohnoh cuts off the victim's eyebrows, earlobes, finger nails, toe
nails and lips; he uses a silver lancet to pierce the man's nostrils and
collects into a bamboo tube Khasi blood. It is told that some use bamboo
lancets to do the job.
Meanwhile, back at the Thlen keeper's house, often at the dead of night,
preparations are made to receive the propitiatory offerings. All doors
are opened, clothes are spread on the floor of the house and a brass plate
is laid on the ground. On this plate, when the nongshohnoh arrives, is
placed the murderer's bloody haul, then a drum is beaten to call the Thlen
from its lair. As the demon expands devouring the spirit of its victim,
its keepers implore its blessings and a restoration of their health and
prosperity.
A family member of the Thlen keepers wanting to get rid oneself of the
influence of the thlen, is required to leave the house stark naked and
should not partake in any of the wealth or property from the house of
the thlen keepers. This only would free the person from the curse of the
thlen. Though thlen keeping is considered a thing of the dark past, occasionally
one hears of death in the hands of nongshohnoh.
Excerpt from the article "Notes on the Kasia Hills, and People"
by Lt. Henry Yule, the Bengal Engineers (Sir Henry Yule, the Geographer):
Published in the Journal of the Asiatic Society of Bengal Vol. XIV Part
II - July to December, 1844
A very curious superstition regards the boa, or some other large snake.
It is believed, that, if he takes up his abode with any man, great wealth
will accrue to the household; and that there are evil minded men who go
about in search of whom they may slay, cutting off the nose, lips, ears
and hair of their victims, with these propitiate the serpent, and prevail
on him to be their guest. And it is difficult to persuade a Kasia to go
into the jungle alone, generally for fear of meeting with one of these
villains, who are supposed to hide in all solitary spots looking out for
prey. The way in which the serpent is believed to bring wealth to his
votary, is after the manner of the prophet's blessing on the widow. Whatever
he may sell from "basket to store, kail or potatoes," his stock
diminishes not. One would hope to find his ill-gotten treasure turning
to "slate stones", as wizard's gold wont but we hear nothing
of this.
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