The Cult
Tvaṣṭṛ's temple was the workshop. In the Vedic rite several Ṛgvedic hymns invoke him — fashioner of forms, shaper of wombs, maker of Indra's bolt — and the soma was pressed in the cup he fashioned; the priests' invocation was the smith's warranty. But no sanctuary, no image, and no priestly line ever belonged to him: an artisan god without a guildhall. His cult survived by translation. As the centuries merged him into Viśvakarman, 'All-Maker,' his worship migrated to the workbench itself: on Viśvakarman Pūjā, in September, artisans, engineers, mechanics, and factory hands across India garland and anoint the tools of their trade — lathes, hammers, trowels — offer them sweets and flowers, and take the day's rest. Votive evidence thus lies wherever work is done: the decorated lathe in a Punjab mill, the blessed trowel on a construction site. It is among the oldest artisan cults on earth still operating, and its god answers, if he answers anywhere, to his successor's name.


