
Kanda 11
The killing of Kamsa
An uncle invited his nephews to watch a wrestling match — knowing the invitation would be his death
An invitation that was a trap
Kamsa had lived with the prophecy for years. The boy who had come through Putana, through Kaliya, through Indra's deluge, was the one destined to bring about his death. The astrologers said so, his fear said so.
Instead of retreating, Kamsa decided to strike first.
"Make the bow-sacrifice the excuse," he told Akrura. "Call them to Mathura. The elephant at the gate will do the work the moment they enter. If they get past that, Chanura and Mushtika are in the arena. And if all of that fails, there is me." Akrura bowed his head in assent, but his mind was elsewhere.
What he saw on the road changed his mind
Crossing the Yamuna, Akrura looked down into the water, and caught the glimpse of an endless form lying on the serpent Shesha — that same boy, and at the same time something that was not a boy.
His hands shook. Whatever confidence Akrura had in Kamsa's plan disappeared — How could anyone lead such a being into a trap?
The moment they entered the streets of Mathura a hunchbacked servant woman came forward with a bowl of sandal paste. "Master, put this on." Krishna lifted her chin lightly, and she stood up straight, and her bent body straightened. Akrura stood and stared.
The bow that broke, the challenge that rang out
In the sacrificial hall the bow was kept under heavy guard. It was said that no ordinary man could even lift it.
Krishna lifted it with one hand, bent it to string it — and it broke through the middle. The sound was so loud that the whole city heard it, and Kamsa, hearing it in his palace, jumped up.
By the next morning the arena was full — drums, a screaming crowd, dust, and Kamsa on the platform with his fists clenched. When the two brothers came in, he shouted — "Chanura! Mushtika! Begin."
The last move on the platform
Chanura took on Krishna, Mushtika took on Balarama. Dust flew, the crowd watched holding its breath. Within moments, both wrestlers lay motionless on the ground.
Kamsa stood up. He ordered more wrestlers sent in, then elephants, then soldiers — and when none of it worked, he drew his own sword and screamed from the platform for the two to be seized.
But it was too late. Krishna climbed the platform in one leap, Kamsa's crown fell, his hair came into Krishna's fist — and with one pull the tyrant went down into the sand of the arena. The arena Kamsa had prepared as Krishna's death trap became the place of his own death. Then Krishna brought his aged father Ugrasena out of prison and set him back on the throne.
Note: The killing of Kamsa is firmly located at chapter level in the Bhagavata Purana (tenth skandha, chapters 43–44), and in the Harivamsha (vulgate edition) the whole chain from Akrura's arrival to the killing of Kamsa is found in named chapters. But the precise chapter numbers in P. L. Vaidya's critical edition, and the fine differences of staging between the two texts, could not be firmly checked in this session — so all that is said here is that the episode exists in both of the great texts.
Source: from several texts, The killing of Kamsa