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incorrectmahabharatquotes · 3 months

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History denial (yes we were definitely colonized by the Muslim invaders who broke and looted our temples and forcefully converted and massacred many of our people, taking our temples back is a decolonization movement as pointed out by that other anon). Then Kashmir is an integral part of India denial... how can you even say that.

I'm myself a Hindu and a queer, and reading your views came as an unpleasant surprise. Please go do some reading, and educate yourself about how reclaiming temples isn't about hating other communities. Muslims and other minorities can and have been living in peace with Hindus for centuries. What the invaders did was wrong, and acknowledging that doesn't make Hindus Muslim haters.

You answered that other anon with no reasoning, just that whatever happened, happened before your time. All vibes no research or learning.

Unfollowing. I can make Mahabharat quotes myself.

Tipu Sultan famously destroyed temples as well as donated heavily to temples.

You tell me what to think of that.

Temples have been the site of politics since time immemorial. They were the storehouses of public engagement. And that's why they were attacked. And if we draw this logic to today: Religion is in itself politics. You cannot seperate your celebration of the Ram temple from what it really signifies: The destruction of what is presumed to be a mark of colonization.

Agreed, Muslim rulers did demolish temples. But you take one look at the bulldozer politics of today and tell me: Who is being held accountable here? Are the poor Pasmanda and lower caste muslims, who barely have enough space for themselves to live the descendants of Mahmud of Ghazni? Did they inherit the wealth of whatever was looted from the Somnath temple?

Also tell me one thing: why did the Supreme court not conclude on whether there was a temple structure under the mosque, and still give the go signal? Why was the government assigned priest murdered for stating that the Ram Mandir was purely political? Why were there many 'Ram Janmabhoomi' sites before the Babri Masjid issue? And this is not ancient history, dear anon, this was hardly a generation back.

All I ask of you is to engage critically with the world around you. Yes, celebrate Ram within your house, Mod S and I will not break into your house and laugh at you. But take one look around you as to how your celebrations are actually built on others' misery.

Oh, and by the way: if we as a nation were really decolonising.......why are massive corporations kicking Adivasis of their lands in Aarey, Hasdeo (where our dear Adani is trying to 'develop' coal mines), Gadchiroli, and many many many many places where displacement happens through casteist Panchayat meetings which are held under the supervision of the State (which are not done in the presence of the people actually affected by such projects).

In my head it means one thing: The Ram Mandir is only a carrot waved in front of us to distract us from the real State Violence that goes on. And personally, I think that's a very disrespectful way of using a god. Its actually.....saddening.

Thank you for protecting your peace and unfollowing us, though! I wish you farewell on your internet journey

-Mod G

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Hello, Anon-Who-Is Unfollowing-And-Have-Decided-to-Announce-Your-Departure-Because-You-Wanted-Our-Attention,

Well, you have my attention. But it seems like I don't have yours because you have somehow managed to only read one paragraph selectively and completely gloss over everything else.

If you had read what I said clearly, you would have clearly seen the part where I said that the political majority CANNOT claim reclamation because YOU ARE NOT OPPRESSED. YOU HAVE ALL THE POWER. Do you understand this? Or has any hint of nuance completely managed to escape you? YOU, AS A SELF-PROFESSED HINDU, ARE NOT BEING OPPRESSED FOR YOUR HINDU IDENTITY IN THIS COUNTRY. YOU IN NO WAY ARE EVEN A LITTLE BIT HARMED BY A TEMPLE BEING DESTROYED CENTURIES AGO.

You want to talk about decolonisation? Let's talk about how the term "Hindu" that you're so proud of is actually a very recent term and is actually only a thing because the European colonisers just wanted an easy religious box to put us all in. If you're really so gung-ho about decolonisation, please decolonize yourself fully and throw away this term too. While we're at it, let's also examine why your decolonisation efforts are so selective?

"I'm myself a Hindu and a queer". I notice you conveniently skipped over the "dalit" part of my identity that actually might have led to a massive difference in lived experience in this country. I also talked about reparation to the "lower" castes. You skipped that too.

What the invaders did was wrong, and what you're doing is wrong too. Their wrongs don't mean that you are automatically right.

I gave you all my reasoning, told you everything. You skimmed through them and paid attention to the only part that you wanted to focus on.

Thank you for unfollowing, I hope you have a good day.

-Mod S

#mod replies #ask reply #asks #mod: g #mod: s

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shut-up-rabert · 1 year

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I read the recent post and I hope no hate anon is approaching you because I will bring my steel tupperware bottle

Anyway I am really glad that people like you and @lil-stark didi exist. I do not have much knowledge about the political power and parties and especially about the kashmiri pandit issue who was ruling who belonged to which party so I don't speak about this but people who downplay the atrocities that happenes with those pandits deserve a special place in hell. Like think you are moved away from your land by force, by brutal killing and rapes only after some years to hear a random person on the internet say yaar utna bhayankar bhi nahi hua tha and it's a propaganda

The amount of misinformation these so called modern radical folks have is hilarious. Ghanta ramayan mahabharat padhi kahin koyi translation chipka. Not so sweet61 posted that ss of ram following manu, if they really did Vashishtha wouldn't have asked for sita to be the commander of ayodhya instead of leaving with ram.

And Manusmriti itself contradicts the vedas and upanishads. We have had a culture that promoted women scholars, encouraged debate and questioning, and lol as if one could be a brahmin just because they were born in a family. You had to have those qualities to be that and then can you be one. It's as similar to a person being a warrior. Not everybody can be one. You need to train and practice for it. It's good that if you are born in one that way you have an exposure to the respective field just like today if I am born in a house full of doctors, I would have much knowledge about the study, expenses and related stuff to medicine.

Just like every culture every community has good and bad things, sees its rise and fall, we Hindus have seen too. From an era where it was encouraged for a woman to be a brahmavadini, we became resentful at the thought of sending girls to school. We forgot how the texts told to respect each and every person irrespective of their social status to discriminating them on basis of caste and there are all so many issues that we need to address too.

But majal hai that I will sit quietly and see these random people on the internet speak about my culture and insult it. From North to south east to west, Rama and Krishna have been worshipped and always will be. We will always look upto them and learn from them.

In the recent years, the youth of today apart from some dumb idiots who have bhagwan rama in their pfp and comment women tea on every post, I am happy to see that teens are taking interest to read and learn our own Indian history and scriptures. I am not seeing them blindly accept everything. I have seen them ask questions which might be considered 'blasphemous' by the elders but the vedas themselves promote curiousity, questioning and debate as the best way to gain knowledge. And I hope the younger gen keeps going in this path.

(You can respond to this ask in private varna tere piche hate anons aa skte hai)

Seriously, why did Ram, who supposedly followed Manusmriti marry a woman who was a scholar, a warrior, capable of lifting Shiva’s Dhanush and encouraged her to remain her brave, outspoken self because that’s who she was? Why request her to stay in the palace when Manu says that a woman should always be observed? Why give in to all her requests and respect her decisions when Manu says that a woman is mentally incapable of making sound decisions? Why be happy and praise her when she slays Sahastra Raavan?

If Manusmriti was truly being followed, why did the biggest scholar in that entire story, Janak, have his daughters educated, that too by a scholar woman like mata Gargi? Why train them in warfare? Why Did Dashrath bring Kekayi to war with him? Why did Dashrath request the hands of women, who impressed him by thier knowledge, for his sons? And like you pointed out, why offer a woman the position of commander??

If caste was the way Manusmriti says, why was Shabri, a lower caste woman, visited by the lord and sent to heaven? Why did he make a big show of letting the arrogant priests who looked at Shabri with scorn know that she is purer than them by making her touch clean the pond?

Why did Shri Krishna say that a true pandit (knowledgeable person) would see a Brahmin and a Chandala equally? Why did he say he resides in everyone equally, women and Shudras included? Why did the Vedas that are supposedly off limit for Shudras say this?

Manusmriti is not a scripture, it condradicts the Vedas themselves, when it comes to women’s education, the position of women (there is an exceprt where a warrior queen is mentioned), and being for everyone. Apparently women cannot read Vedas even though the Vedas speak to them directly in multiple excerpts? (Oh men and women, oh women etc,) Shudras Cannot read Vedas even though the Vedas say they are for everyone, Shudras included?

Even if you look at other works of the time, like Kamasutra, which technically is somewhat of a scripture in some parts where it discusses philosophy, because its prologue says it was first written by lord Nandi. Manusmriti thorughly contradicts that aswell.

Oh, and Kamasutra was written after Manusmiriti, And Ramayan and Vedas before it, and all of these except Manusmriti are now engraved on temple walls, so you can clearly see which ones of the restrictive and liberating philosophy was preffered by Hindus at large throughout.

If Casteism was so prominent and rigid, how did a shudra become the partriarch of the biggest empire in mainland India?

Chandragupta Maurya was either clanless or a Shudra, and the current existence of Maurya tribe in Bihar enforces the second one. How did he make it to the top, that too with the help of a Brahmin, if things were as dire? Same can be said for

How was Queen Durgavati’s Father in Law able to change himself into a Rajput despite being a tribal?

How was Vishwamitra, a born Kshatriya able to be a Rishi? How was Lord Parshuram, a born Brahmin revered on a higher level than most Kshatriyas in warfare and was able to put the fear of lord in their hearts?

How was rishi Matang able to be a brahmin despite being born a Shudra?

How was Mātang blessed with goddess Saraswati as a daughter?

How did Lord Gorakhnath become such a prominent saint?

How was VedVyas, son of a Fisherwoman, able to be a sage? How were children of Satyavati able to be kings?

How did the founder of Raghukul become a Kshatriya after becoming a king when he was born a Brahmin?

How was Lord Krishna happily doing the physical labour of a cowkeeper, like a shudra, while living in a vaishya community, despite being born a kshatriya?

I honestly have no more questions to ask that I can think of right now, and I honestly cannot agree more with everything you say. Slay girl💅🏻

I think its better if I make the answer public, simply because I ranted in public so the follow up doesn’t change much, and this is something people should see. But girl, thankyou so much for being worried <3

#💅🏻#asks #sukh samriddhi ghar aave #desi asks #desiblr #hindublr

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blackknight-100 · 10 months

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Mahabharat AU: Draupadi does not accompany the Pandavas to the exile + Bonus Subhadra

This is a complementary piece to this Ramayan AU.

Warnings for mentions of harassment, and violence. Major character deaths. Possibly going to make you cry, but +1 should revive you.

Yudhisthir may have lost everything – his kingdom, crown and coins – but he has not yet lost his thirst for justice. It is his folly that has brought this upon them, and he will not let Draupadi take the fall for it. Already once his royal wife has walked barefoot on rough paths, forsaking the joys of her father’s house for her husbands’ sake, and he will be damned before he allows that again. When Draupadi declares her intention to accompany them – and it shames him in a way no taunts or mockery of the Kaurava courtiers might – he turns to her and says, “No, you must stay.”

Yagyaseni, bless whoever named her so, flares up like the fires she was born from, and bares her teeth at him – a flash of lighting across midnight sky. “You would leave me here then, husband, at the mercy of your noble cousins?”

Krishna speaks before he can answer, “Take her, cousin, who knows what is on the way?” Then he smirks daringly and adds, “She is more than five of you put together, are you sure you want to court her wrath?”

Draupadi whacks him across the head. Yudhisthir wishes he had done that. But he will not be moved, and to his surprise, his mother touches his wife’s hand and murmurs, “Stay, little flame, do not leave me alone. Think of your children, of your sister-wives, and stay.”

Subhadra, only too happy at this turn of events, starts chattering about going to Dwarka, and Draupadi, never able to deny her best friend’s sister, reluctantly gives in. Yudhisthir is only glad he has won at least one match today.

It occurs to them that Draupadi would have been the best keeper of the Akshaya Patra – for she had ever diligently managed the Finances and Kitchens of Indraprastha, but she is not with them, so their eldest brother gives Bheema the vessel to keep. It is only meet, for when it comes to food, he is the most knowledgeable of them all. Every day, he takes care to serve his brothers and their companions and feeds himself last. Every day he wipes the dish clean, for hygiene is as important as the food itself, and Bheema will not have anyone ill under his charge.

Rishi Durvasa arrives with his proteges after he has finished his meal one afternoon, and Yudhisthir – after sending them for a bath – wrings his hands in dismay. “Oh, what shall we do now? How do we feed them?”

“The Akshaya Patra will give no more food, Jyestha,” he tells him, and Yudhisthir moans.

There is a knock on their window, and a peacock feather flashes outside.

“Madhav!” Arjuna exclaims, “Madhav is here. He has come to help us. Have faith yet, Jyestha.”

But the faith is for naught, for Krishna listens to their tale, leans over the empty pot, and shakes his head sorrowfully. “If only Krishnaa were here,” he laments, and Bheema heeds his words no more.

Durvasa returns from his bath and erupts in wrathful tirade, and flings at them a furious curse, “One day, you too shall be given hope, and have it snatched away.”

They bend their heads and listen, for what else is there to be done?

Draupadi feels safest in her city in the hills, in her brothers’ arms, but her father has taught her of duty so she accompanies her twin to check on her mother-in-law. Not for the first time she wonders what keeps her there, in the shadows of the Kaurava’s might, cowering in her brother-in-law's house.

“This is my home,” Kunti says, when she asks her, “and they shall not drive me out of what my husband has left for me.” Draupadi supposes she can respect that.

Outside, Dhristadyumna stops to admire the flowers in the Prime Minister’s garden, ever flourishing under the ministrations of his gentle wife, and Draupadi leans against a tree to rest. A hand snatches at her waist, and before she can react, Jayadratha’s husky laugh tickles her hair. Draupadi does the only thing she can think of then – she screams.

Dhristadyumna barrels around the corner and throws himself at them. He is no match for most of the warriors who attend this court, but with Jayadratha he is equal.

Vidura comes running out of his house, and Jayadratha curses and flees, but not without leaving one last gift – a diagonal cut across her brother’s chest. Draupadi watches, and weeps.

Sahadeva has known premonitions all his life. Experience taught him to believe what they say, and this day, he knows, something ill befalls Panchali, miles away in the elephant city. But they are far away, and their hands are tied, and he must keep his silence, as he did all his life.

Arjuna, now Brinnhala, loathes his- no, her new body, the strange vulnerability, the crawling sensation of lustful eyes trailing across her person as she walks. Nakula – now Granthika – teases her mercilessly, but calls himself her husband, reminds her to refer to herself as a woman, and wraps a loving arm around her when Keechak comes close.

It provides little obstacle for the burly man, for he is the King’s kin and hand, and there are few things he cannot possess. He grabs her when he comes to meet sweet Uttaraa and drags her uncomfortably close.

“Be mine,” he murmurs, hot and sultry, uncaring of his niece’s presence, and Brinnhala shudders. She suddenly has a lot more sympathy for her wife.

When she speaks of this to her brothers, Bheema bares his teeth and Sahadeva shuts his eyes in grief. But it is Nakula, sweet, dear brother that he is, who is the most furious. “I will kill him! I swear, I’ll kill him,” he seethes. “How dare he?”

Yudhisthir, however, shakes his head. “We can hardly afford to reveal ourselves now,” he says, sounding older than his years, “I am sorry, Arj- Brinnhala.”

She dips her head, and accepts that, for what else can she say?

King Virat of Matsya is quietly apologetic when he hears of their true identities but politely refuses his aid. "We are a small kingdom, and can hardly afford to engage in family matters, Your Majesty,” he tells Yudhisthir. “Hastinapur has been ever friendly to us, and already we have offended them by hosting you."

Beside him, Keechak sneers. Perhaps it is the memory of Arjuna’s torment, but the Pandavas had hoped to have this kingdom's support, as if Keechak would ever owe them anything. Arjuna almost wishes Duryodhana would have attacked Matysa, for then perhaps they would have convinced this complacent king. Yudhisthir offers kind words and his farewells, and they leave Matsya with little to their name.

Drupada is eager to avenge his daughter's humiliation. For that they need an army, so the Pandavas call their potential allies to war. They arrive at Kurukshetra with their banners and standards, and Sahadeva sees Uncle Shalya in the Kaurava camp.

"I had hoped to have you fight with us," he cannot help but say, bitter and shamed. His uncle has no answer.

Yudhisthir is not quite sure what the Aacharya is planning. It seemed to him they were planning a chakravyuha before, but it never came to pass. Krishna says it is because Jayadratha has gained no boon. Yudhisthir cannot fathom what that means, but then, no one understands anything his cousin says.

“I have thought of a way to kill Drona,” Krishna tells him.

He had never thought of killing Drona, and he hears the plot with dismay. He has never lied in his life, and yet now he must utter words of deceit to the very person who taught him all he knew.

“It is not lying,” Krishna tells him. “It is not your fault if he does not hear.”

Yudhisthir clings to those words but hopes still that his teacher be spared.

They put it to action the following day. They are close, for already Drona has forsaken his weapons. Arjuna’s hands tremble, and Yudhisthir can sympathise. Dhristadyumna rushes forward and slices his throat. Somewhere close Jayadratha’s conch blows, and a single arrow strikes their commander’s head off his shoulders. Ashwatthama bears down upon them like Rudra come to earth. Krishna turns Arjuna’s chariot away. The rest of them follow, wondering what to tell their wife.

Yudhisthir gets away but Nakula’s day is far from over. Karna joins Ashwatthama as they chase him, and the King of Anga challenges him to a duel that he loses. He hopes he will be killed (for how could he live with such humiliation!?) but Karna – bloodied and vicious – laughs and mocks him, his lineage and his brother’s dharma, and leaves him sitting in the dust.

Arjuna grows weary of listening to Karna’s taunts sometime on the fifteenth day, and they finally face each other. The battle around them pauses, and the soldiers from either side give them a wide berth. Their enmity is inflammable, waiting for a spark to burst into conflagration. Both are eager to provide that spark, and no one wants to be in the way when the inevitable comes to pass.

He has to give it to Shalya, the man spews every imaginable insult at the King of Anga, and then some. He sees his ever-loathed adversary lift a simple arrow, and for a moment does not know what it is. Then, Ashwasena’s head appears at its tip, and for a moment, Arjuna panics. Madhav leans forward, forcing his chariot to sink to the ground, and the shot aimed at his neck takes off his diadem instead. Madhav gets down to lift the wheel, when Karna nocks another arrow. Arjuna stares. Surely, for all his rage, Karna would not attack him now? He had mocked Draupadi, true, but all others spoke of his kindness and generosity, and he had already spared his brothers.

But then he thinks of Vrishasena, and all his other sons they have killed, sees Karna lift his bow, and feels foolish for hoping otherwise.

(When he falls, he looks at his adversary standing tall and still, wrath upon his fair face like the sun on earth and is somehow reminded of Kunti after the dice game. ‘They could have been mother and son,’ he thinks, and then his eyes close, and he thinks no more.)

For all that has happened, and for all they have lost, Bheema cares only for this moment, when Dussashana lies dying at his feet, and he finally has a chance to fulfil his oath. “Call Panchali,” he tells his brothers – the ones that remain – his body thrumming with bloodlust.

Panchali comes upon the battlefield dark and fierce and beautiful. ‘If this is how the goddess Kaali had looked like,’ he thinks to himself, ‘then it is no wonder that Shiva lies at her feet.’

He rips open Dussashana’s chest (it is beautiful, but it hurts, oh how it hurts!) and lifts a handful of blood to pour down her open hair. Duryodhana is screaming, and Karna and Ashwatthama can barely hold him back. Panchali walks to him, her eyes alight, and Bheema finally sees some hope in this dire end.

And then, she stumbles and falls, mouth open in soundless cry. “Panchali,” he screams, and he hears his brothers echo his call. There is an arrow – a lonely, treacherous thing out of her back, and Bheema can think of only one who would do this.

“YOU COWARDLY SUTA!!” he roars, but Karna is as stunned as he is, and his bow is slung across his shoulders, his hands still restraining a struggling Duryodhana. He turns around wildly, and a raggedy soldier, a commoner, steps out from the Kaurava ranks, bow in hand.

“You killed a woman. Have you no honour?” Krishna speaks before anyone else can.

The man spits at his feet and then turns to spit at Duryodhana’s. When he speaks, his voice drips with scorn. "This is the witch for whom we must forsake home and hearth and come to war? Shame!"

Bheema sees red. 'She is no witch,' he wants to say. 'She is the kindest of us all.’

But Draupadi lies cold and lifeless, and her hair spread like starless sky mere feet away from her tormentor's blood, so he lunges forward and wraps his hands around the man’s neck, snaps it with a crack. The man falls, dead, and Bheema stands there, quiet and lost. Panchali is gone. Arjuna is no more. The throne is now a distant dream - more of a nightmare. Bheema sinks to his knees and weeps.

Subhadra joins the exile

When Draupadi announces her intention to accompany them on their exile, Subhadra jumps up and begs to be taken along. No one wants her to come, but she will not be swayed, and never has any of the Pandavas or their Queen managed to deny her. So, with them she goes, much to Krishna’s dismay.

The two women share custody of the Akshaya Patra. When Durvasa comes to their place, it is Draupadi's day with the vessel. Already, she has eaten, and Yudhisthir frets. Subhadra pats his hand and goes out to meet the sages. There is but a small particle of food stuck to a corner, and when she places it upon Durvasa’s plate, Arjuna prepares himself to be cursed. But then Yogmaya's magic fills every plate with food, and there are singers and dancers in their forest glade, and the sages leave sated.

Things are bearable until Jayadratha comes to kidnap Draupadi one miserable morning. Subhadra stands before her sister-wife. When Dushala’s husband looks upon them, all he sees are grotesque rakshashis, and he runs all the way back to Hastinapur to tell tales of the company the Pandavas keep.

The Pandavas settle in Matsya for their year of exile in incognito, but all they need are new names, for somehow Draupadi and Subhadra are the commonest of women instead of their blue-blooded beauteous selves. It hardly stops Keechak, and when Bheema beats him to death, Subhadra runs her hands upon his bruised face and leaves it marred beyond recognition.

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ramayantika · 2 years

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Braj ki Holi [Ch-1]

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Vrindavan Cottage was a nice place to stay for young travellers like us. The entire area housed duplex buildings with two to three rooms, depending on the booking and the number of members. There were two rooms on the ground floor with two double beds, and the third room lay upstairs with a single bed. They even had a small backyard laid with a table to have evening snacks or breakfast. The rooms were neat and well-maintained. Did I mention we had free wi-fi?

It was our second day in Vrindavan. I was wide awake in my room with my alarm ringing with a melodious flute tune from my favourite TV serial, ‘Mahabharat.’ Yeah, I could have slept in till 8 am or 9, but I was in Vrindavan, so I got up early to bask in the soothing early morning of this divine place where tales of mischief and friendship, good over evil, young innocent love and duties are still sung and celebrated in the narrow lanes of this town.

I walked to the backyard and sat on the chair, and closed my eyes. Removing my rubber band, I brushed my hair with the help of my fingers and laid it on the back of my chair. Krishna’s flute composition rang in my ears, and unknowingly, I smiled at the memory. This morning would have been more perfect if he were here to play his melodious music on his flute. It would have been the two of us, the light blue six am sky with clouds lined up in a large mesh-like structure and a gentle morning breeze. Ethereal!

Krishna had texted me yesterday evening asking which hotel were we staying at. His siblings and Arjun were staying at their relative’s house in Vrindavan, which was only an hour's drive from here. My heart skipped a beat when he told me that he was planning to come here soon.

Today was Ekadashi where Phoolan Holi would be celebrated at the Banke Bihari temple in the evening. This event lasted for twenty to thirty minutes, where the temple priests would shower flower petals on the devotees assembled instead of the usual gulaal. The three of us were excited to experience this flowery Holi celebration. The temple was half an hour away from Vrindavan Cottage. Our parents had already hired a driver to take us around Vrindavan.

My cousins were sleeping soundly in their rooms, giving their bodies rest and saving their energy for today’s trip. Before attending Phoolan Holi, we had decided to visit Prem Mandir, Madan Mohan temple, Shri Gopinath Ji temple and Katyayani Peeth. We would start at 9 am after breakfast and visit the temples. Somewhere in the middle, we would have our lunch at a local eatery and then go to Banke Bihari in the evening and come back to our hotel.

After sitting in the backyard for around fifteen minutes, I decided to take a stroll around the cottage premises. It was only seven in the morning, and not a soul was in sight except some cleaners. There was a small temple nearby, and I could hear a few Hare Krishna chants which sounded soothing to my ears. More than the voice of the singers, it was the name that soothed me the most, making me feel fuzzy on the inside. Surely God Krishna would forgive me for remembering my Krishna from the train? Well, God Krishna is cool, so he won’t mind me.

The entire campus was divided by a wide road with cottages on either side. There was a small park too for kids and a pond with lilies. I went to the park and sat on a swing when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

Who is calling me so early in the morning? I wondered.

Fetching my phone from my pocket, I glanced at the screen, which instantly made me smile. It was Krishna! Instantly I smoothened my hair and patted my face before accepting his call.

‘Hi! Sorry to disturb you so early in the morning.” What the hell! How does his voice sound so melodious this early?

Ignoring my questions about his voice, I answered cheerfully, “First of all, a very good morning to you flute player. And no, you did not disturb me because I was already awake half an hour ago.”

He chuckled and paused for five seconds before saying, “Yesterday, all of us were tired, so we did not call you guys up about meeting again. Since you are staying for a week here in Vrindavan and Mathura, and this is my native place, I thought if you all would come with us and celebrate Holi.”

Well, that did sound nice. Wait a minute! Not nice, this was exciting. We wouldn’t need a guide to visit other temples, and with Krishna, we could participate with the locals in the festival. Our parents had asked us to not mingle too much in the crowd in case we got lost or worse abducted, but with Krishna, we could go safely.

“I don’t think my cousins will object to the plan. But how do we go about it?”

Even though I could not see him, I could imagine his million-dollar smile and hear his excitement as he answered, “I have it all sorted. Dau, Subhadra, Arjun and I were planning about this the entire night. Subhadra was so excited that she was about to video call you at 3 am to discuss. Anyway, leave that part, we should focus on the important task. Today is Ekadashi, so you all enjoy the Phoolan Holi. Tomorrow we all will come and pick you up at nine in the morning and go to Gokul for Chhadi Maar Holi. I am sure Ranvit would like it because he missed Barsana and Nandgaon’s Lathmaar Holi. And that’s enough information for the first part of Brajbhoomi’s grand Holi celebration. You all just be ready by nine tomorrow. Also, we asked Subhadra to not disclose anything else to you guys, so no help or hints from her side, too.” He paused again for ten seconds. “And no, we certainly aren’t plotting to murder you all.”

I couldn’t contain my laughter. “Oh, damn! I thought you wanted to kill me and dispose of my body.”

“Now, let us not talk about murder in the morning. But, yeah, we all have planned some fun stuff for you guys. So, see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, bye-bye!” I cut the call and placed my phone inside my pocket. Smiling to myself, I went inside our cottage to wake my cousins up and tell them about this plan.

Krishna had told me about his childhood in Brajbhoomi. He was born here and spent his early childhood here, after which he had to move to Gujarat. He still maintained contact with some of his childhood friends, and this was the first time he was visiting this place after seven years. He even told me about his childhood best friend, Radha, who lived nearby his house when they were young, and he often annoyed her with his pranks and mischief. He was excited to meet her in person after so many years and was keen to make me meet her too if we got a chance, which I was sure we would.

I hopped my way back to the cottage and pushed Bhumi’s room door open. She never locks her room while sleeping, fearing that she won’t be able to open the door quickly in case a ghost lands inside her room. I poked her shoulder and gently shook her.

She frowned and turned to the other side. “Sssh don’t disturb.”

“I have news from Krishna, sister.” I knew this would wake her

up in an instant.

And she did wake up. She jerked from her sleep and sat up. “Oh my God! Really? What did he say? Are you two-”

I swatted her arm and told her about our trip which Krishna had planned. After hearing the entire conversation, her sleepy face appeared all charged up with energy. “And now you both will get to talk so much. Holi is also quite romantic, isn’t it? You both can put colours on each. Nervous hands touching each other’s face and maybe-’

I closed my ears and ran out while Bhumi sat on the bed, curled up in her bedsheet, laughing, “You may run away from my thoughts but don’t forget to thank me when this turns true.”

“Shut up and get ready, Bhumi!” I yelled and ran to Ranvit’s room to wake him up.

***

We were heading towards Banke Bihari after a heavy lunch at an amazing restaurant. It would still take an hour to reach the temple and Bhumi had dozed off in the car after lunch, leaving me and Ranvit to talk about the other temples we visited during the daytime.

“Which temple did you like the most?” Ranvit asked me, adjusting his shoulder slightly as Bhumi used his shoulder as a pillow.

“Prem Mandir!” I exclaimed. “I was amazed at the construction and the beauty of the temple. It looked like a palace to me, more than a temple.”

Prem Mandir was indeed the most beautiful of all the temples we visited today. It was a new temple, not an ancient one like the others, but the area and the ambience were suffused with love and devotion just like the meaning of the name of the temple. The temple courtyard was a large area for the visitors to smoothly enter and exit or rest for a while. To the right was the temple complex, and on the left were various panels, showing various events and stories about Radha Krishna. The guide told us that evening was the best time to come here when the entire building would appear colourful accompanied by musical fountain shows. But, we had gone there during the day which had less crowd so we were still able to enjoy the beauty of the temple as well as pray to the deities.

“True! The other temples were great, but Prem Mandir was something else. Marble structures look so beautiful,” said Ranvit. “But I like how in the other temples, we saw the murtis, they had this traditional look which we see in folk art. Well, folk art was inspired by traditional imagery of the deities though. But, you see, even though Prem Mandir was exquisite with the panels and construction style and of course, the beautiful murtis but the other ones had this local touch, as if they were of our own. I don’t know how to explain that feeling — something like being closer to them, maybe?”

Ranvit loved Indian folk art and was planning to take a class once he would be done with school. He did take drawing classes and even still continues them, but Indian folk art attracts him the most. In the temples, especially at Madan Mohan and at the Radha Gopinath Mandir, he kept staring at the idol. I agreed with his point, too. And ancient temples have their own magic, timeless and enchanting.

A huge jerk interrupted our conversation and woke Bhumi from her afternoon nap in the car. There was a speed breaker which our driver uncle had missed hence the jerk. “Don’t worry! It’s all good,” he said and continued driving. “The temple is just ten minutes away now.”

“Oh, then I have ten more minutes to sleep.” Bhumi dozed off again, but this time chose my shoulders as her pillow.

Ranvit chuckled and moved his gaze towards the window. “By the way, have you informed maasi we are going with Krishna tomorrow? I haven’t informed mummy yet.”

Shit! I did not. “Should we tell them? What if they tell us no for safety reasons? They would be right, but Krishna and all aren’t fishy people but — let’s not tell our parents so soon. Tomorrow anyway they will call us so we can tell them on our way and lie that we are out with some school friends who coincidentally were at the same hotel with their families. What do you say?”

“Let’s do that only. Thankfully, none of them is on Instagram to check with whom we are going. But, do you know I am very excited about this. This is an opportunity of a lifetime and feels like a Bollywood movie you know.” Ranvit turned his head towards me and tapped on the windowpane. “Meeting new people on a train and them making travel plans with you after spending one night with them. Filmy right?”

I smiled. “Yeah, it is. When we will be old, we can boast in front of our kids that we went on a trip with people we met on a train and had a blast. We would be so cool in front of them.”

“Bacha party aagya Banke Bihari,” announced the driver. Bhumi woke up with a jerk and rubbed her eyes and squinted at the temple. It was 3.45 pm with the afternoon sun entering our windows and falling directly over our faces, especially Bhumi’s.

Bhumi wiped her face with those wet wipes she always carries with her while Ranvit and I stepped out of the car and stretched our arms. Bhumi checked her phone and said, “Ah! I have 70% battery left. I will get so many pictures now.”

Ranvit shook his head, saying, “Oh yes, you are our budding influencer. You have to get photos.”

Bhumi scoffed and walked ahead. “Whatever! You have fifty followers because I click your photos. Now come fast.”

The temple gates were already open to allow devotees to come inside. We even spotted a couple of foreigners with their cameras and tripods. The priests were standing near the idol with large baskets full of flowers. In the corridors leading to the inner veranda, many devotees and priests stood with flowers in their fists. Within five minutes, the main area of the temple had a huge crowd. Each person held their breaths in anticipation to witness the glorious flower Holi event.

The clock struck four, and loud cheers reverberated inside the temple. The priests and the temple staff began showering flowers over us and some volunteers were busy distributing fistfuls of flowers to the devotees.

Bhumi closed her eyes and smiled at the flowers falling over her and quickly grabbed her phone to click photographs. We too got some flowers to play Hol, and after throwing the petals in the air, we slowly moved towards the side where the gathering was less.

Bhumi eagerly showed some of her photographs to Ranvit and me and kept her phone inside. Soon gulaal was thrown in the air and everything appeared colourful. Pink, violet, blue red- these colours dominated our surroundings. I clicked a few photos and videos to share them on my Instagram and with my parents.

“That was splendid!” exclaimed Ranvit. Being a painter, his eyes took in the different shades of flowers and gulaal over the people and the idol. “Damn! I will paint this scene.”

“I wonder what Holi would look like here. This is just Ekadashi and look how beautiful everything appears,” I said.

A girl crossed my field of vision. She was wearing a pastel pink blouse and skirt and a matching dupatta around her neck. The crowd instantly circled her. Children were running around her skirt and throwing flowers at her. Some of the elders blessed her and gently applied a teeka over her forehead with gulaal. She smiled at them and bowed to them with a namaste and walked to the deities and bowed to them. The priests allowed her to apply some gulaal to the Krishna murti.

“Who is that girl?” asked Ranvit. Bhumi’s eyes moved towards her and looked at her curiously. “Maybe some VIP I think,” said Bhumi.

The girl looked around my age. Even though she was dressed very simply, she looked angelic. She had tied her hair in a small bun with a gajra. Silver bangles dangled on her left wrist.

“She is quite pretty though, don’t you think?” Bhumi nudged my elbow and whispered.

I nodded at her and moved my eyes away from her lest she find the three of us staring at her. I barely managed to look at her side profile, but she looked like a sculpture come alive.

After the event, we were served prasadams and some sweets. As we made to the exit, we touched the last step of the temple in reverence and folded our hands when I heard a female voice calling out, “Radhika jaldi aana kitna time lagayegi.”

And the temple beauty graced my eyes. She was Radhika and the female voice I heard was standing a little far from us and I guessed that perhaps the other girl was Radhika’s friend.

Bhumi was the first person to go and approach Radhika, being the extroverted person she was. She tapped on her shoulder, making Radhika turn back granting me full access to look at her face. And I must say, beautiful was an understatement. I didn’t know, but she reminded me of Krishna suddenly at that moment.

“You are really pretty,” said Bhumi, with a smile. I dropped my gaze down and pretended to wear my shoes by fussing with the lace. Even I wanted to tell her that, but I had no heart like Bhumi to go straight and approach her.

“Thank you so much. You are?” Radhika said in a sweet voice, and it again reminded me of Krishna.

“I am Bhumi, a tourist here to experience Holi in Brajbhoomi.”

"Oh, I see. Nice to meet you Bhumi. Hope you have a wonderful stay here and have a wonderful Holi.”

I discreetly tried to look at Radhika again. Do you know what happened next? Her eyes quickly darted towards mine, and she passed me a knowing smile as if she knew me. Since she had already acknowledged my presence, I could no longer stay there and pretend to tie my laces for the hundredth time. I waved at her.

She nodded at me and looked at Bhumi. “I need to go back home. May our paths meet again.” She turned back to the exit. Adjusting her dupatta, she looked back for a second, directly at me. I smiled at her in return as goosebumps rose on my skin.

Why was she reminding me of Krishna so much?

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Taglist: @manwalaage @itsfookingloosah @redirection04 @mrs-tomato-head @lil-stark @yourslove @reallythoughtfulwizard @riiddhhiii (I suggest you to read the previous chapters from the first part and then proceed with this one)

(I need to make a masterlist)

#Fics #krishna x reader fics #krishna x oc #btw i hope you all know that Bhaishmi is actually another name off Rukmini 👀#sooo we have radhika and radha #are they the same?#no love triangle guys here #how many of you all like Bhumi?

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desi-lgbt-fest · 2 years

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really love the blog it’s cool to see so many desi queer people, i just gotta say that from what I’ve seen on tumblr the desi queer scene (like many other things) tends to be heavily dominated by north indian hindi speaking folks. idk it just makes me really uncomfortable when all we can ever discuss is. “what if we shipped the two guys from this really misogynistic bollywood movie” “mahabharat but make it ✨gay” (as if making it #representation like some bloody anime erases a couple millennia of caste and gender based oppression) (also the fact that we’re not all hindu cough cough)

enjoying media is cool and all. great. you do you. idk this sounds whiny but it’s just really disappointing that we’re more focused on infighting and squabbling over which identity is which and which ship is valid and less on civil rights (and no i don’t mean gay marriage* for the love of fuck) (also whatever advocacy i do see is so overwhelmingly assimilationist oh my god)

*theres more nuance to this ofc but marriage still remains an overwhelmingly patriarchal and casteist institution particularly!!! in desi folks!!! and maybe we should question that a bit (ofc gay marriage should be legal but christ people are acting like that’s the be all end all of the rights we can have)

Oh god yes sometimes queer representations do get dominated by the north Indian hindu and hindi speaking people. But it's just a statistic game at this point. We do promote all kind of discussions that come our way and we see a lot of bangla and Tamil and marathi queer representation here within our community too as there are fair number of those people here. I have my own opinions on toxic movie shipping or Mahabharata shipping but i don't largely disagree with you.

Regarding queer rights... Yess, there are a lot more rights we as queer people need to fight for. The equality doesn't end, does not even begin at marriage equality. But in a society that places so much value on the patriarchal and casteist institution of marriage, having marriage equality is a far bigger win than it would ordinarily be. We do need to have amendments in existing anti discrimination acts to include queer people to prevent discrimination in employment or housing or adoption processes.

We should definitely have all these conversations. I definitely agree it's hard to have these conversations when all the other noise is way too much.

If you do come across unique or different queer media or any queer issue that needs attention, please come and share with us. Thank you for sharing what you feel with us. I hope you feel a little lighter now.

#desi lgbt fest 2022 #dlf 22: day 29 #anonymous confession #long post #asks #anonymous #og mod

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classydeandeputymonger · 2 years

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Draupadi's fortune in our society

Mahabharat have a deep impact in Indian society. The war that happened thousands of years ago being discussed till date to avoid such gruesome event. Watching through serials and many respected intellectuals have a claim I completely disagree that if Draupadi wouldn't have laughed, the war could have stopped. What I find funny is how easily we drop the whole blame to someone who was the only victim or in a figurative sense a collateral damage between the egos of Kauravas and Pandavas. Did she say Yudhishthir to play dice??? She was insulted for the crimes of her husbands for whom their words hold more precedence than her. Even after such disgraceful event she managed to take everything back from Dhritrashtra what Pandavas again lost as they again played. Pandavas had other wives too but only Draupadi went to vanvaas( exile to forest ) despite having no mistake. But it's the cowardice of our society to not accept our faults. After so many years when we claim to become morally superior, we still have denial to our real problems, when the unfortunate incidence of Rajasthan and Maharshtra despite addressing the real problem our great judiciary found a way to blame the whole scenario upon Nupur Sharma. Dhritrashtra despite being blind understood his mistake but it seems our elites are intentionally blind to this fundamentalist problem.

I have question for our intellectuals. Do you have Draupadi for 1920s decades events??

Do you have Draupadi for 1990s events of Kashmir??

Would Draupadi help you when the real problem knocks your house door.

Think.

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Exodus was cultivated specifically to interact with the Blavatsky device, a translocation field generator originally engineered by Krishna during the Mahabharat War, when he used it to raise the holy city of Dwarka from the sea. It later fell into the hands of the Angkor kings, who embedded it inside of temples to create immersive spectacles for Chinese traders eager to catch a glimpse of “Tavatsima Heaven.” It has long been rumored that a second device fell into the hands of the Maya, who used it to translocate an entire civilization.

The device, which used quantum superimposition to create multiple instances of an interior space within different dimensions of spacetime, was passed down from one devaraja to the next until the reign of King Mongkut of Siam. Mongkut, a keen follower of the Western scientific method, reverse-engineered it using a book of old Thai yantras, or black magic diagrams, to deduce its mechanical structure, resulting in the production of twelve so-called Mongkut engines in a factory outside of Lampang, Thailand.

When Victoria caught wind of his scheme, she demanded an audience with Mongkut post-haste. Unimpressed with her dour, stoat presence, Mongkut used the device to play a series of tricks on the Queen, startling her into submission. They ended up making a deal: Britain would leave Siam alone in exchange for one working prototype. This would later be used to create alter-London, but this is, again, a story for another time.

Blavatsky acquired her own device shortly thereafter through the intervention of Allan Octavian Hume, perhaps the most prominent double agent of the nineteenth century. Hume sent the device to another Hume, this one named Joseph, a wealthy pioneer and salmon fishing magnate in Berkeley, California, who installed it in a marble sarcophagus in the basement of his home, Didymus House. Also known as the Hume Mansion, Didymus House was Blavatsky’s coup de grace: a defensive ark where the coming Didymus would be hidden, sheltered from the zip zapper as it cycled through the many worlds.

As the Humes would come to learn, however, the device had an unusual side effect: its magnetic field induced psychotic experiences in potential bloodline claimants living within a certain radius, extending roughly from Channing Way to Telegraph. Investigations into the “psychotic field” led one of Blavatsky's associates, LeRoy Francis Herrick, to propose the construction of a psychiatric hospital on the site of the original safehouse.

This leads us to the peculiar cases of Phil Dick and Terence McKenna, perhaps the two must prominent residents of what later became known as Alta Bates Hospital Herrick Campus. Dick tapped into the psychotic field under the influence of a renegade satellite known as VALIS, launched in 1952 with the goal of transmitting the Didymus Story to the masses after the positive identification of the twin-child. VALIS had malfunctioned, of course, but this didn’t stop the Didymus Care Team from attempting a positive identification of his claim; Dick rejected their advances, intending to write an expose called the Owl in Daylight, which he sadly never finished

Years later, a psychonaut and ethnobotanist named Terrence McKenna harnessed the power of the field under the influence of DMT, pushing it directly into alter-Berkeley. Previously, the device had translocated interiors into purely artificial pocket dimensions; this was the first time the device had been used to translocate an entire building into a dimensionally congruent physical domain. Alter-Berkeley’s police force, the so-called “Joint Commission,” stormed the hospital, resulting in a tense standoff.

Luckily, Terence had one gram of DMT left in his rucksack, and the hospital quickly returned to its natural environment. What neither he nor the Care Team realized, however, was that a copy of the hospital had been left behind, a dumb simulacrum buried deep under the ice, in the depths of a post-historical hell.

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yogeshblogs · 7 months

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Visit Jaisalmer. A 1000 year old desert city

What is Jaisalmer? All things considered, it's not only an Indian city. A desert city has a recorded history of over 1,000 years. The city is named after Maharawal Jaisal Singh, who was a Rajput ruler in 1156 Promotion. All things considered, he is no more, yet he has conveyed a desert town which is currently a worldwide traveler objective.

Dissecting that a great deal of unfamiliar nationals are visiting Jaisalmer, we Chetram Journeys, began a blog to illuminate explorers that what are the top spots to visit in Jaisalmer. Along these lines, here is it.

Destination 1: Jaisalmer fort

Jaisalmer Stronghold, or Brilliant Post as we, local people say, is quite possibly the biggest palace in the entire world. It was implicit 1156 Promotion by a Rajput ruler (Rao Jaisal). The explanation we say this stronghold is the Brilliant Post is that at night or early morning the walls of the stronghold which is comprised of yellow sandstone, flash with brilliant variety.

Destination 2: Patwon Haveli

As Jaisalmer has an illustrious history, the city is loaded with Havelis (regal houses). The most popular and the biggest one is Patwon Haveli. Indeed, Havelis are surprising as they are regal houses, yet they are like narrators. The walls portray the incredible accounts of Hindu folklore, similar to the tale of Mahabharat and Ramayan, which are two of the best sagas of Indian culture. You can likewise see this little 2-minute video of Patwon Ki Haveli, ready by our companions WildFilmsIndia.

Destination 3: Bada Bagh

Bada Bagh is one of the most loved traveler objections in Jaisalmer and is only 6 km from Jaisalmer Post. This is really a nursery complex made to recall Maharaja Jai Singh, who requested to work on a dam that made Jaisalmer green.

Thus, simply burn through 1-2 hours and visit Bada Bagh. Watch this little slide.

Destination 4: Gadisar Lake

Gadisar Lake is a counterfeit lake and it was ready back in 1400 Promotion by the Maharaja of Jaisalmer. The best chance to visit this lake is in winter when numerous transient birds are here. Gadisar Lake is definitely not a packed place of interest, I have seen numerous voyagers accompanying their optics, and paintbrushes and partaking in the dusk and dawn. Thus, on the off chance that you want to visit Gadisar Lake, be here at night or early morning.

All things considered, I truly like Gadisar Lake, so I arranged a decent slide for certain extraordinary pictures. Do see.

Destination 5: My travel agency… No it’s my favourite – Sand Sun Dunes

Individuals don't for a moment even intend to come to Jaisalmer without considering Desert Safari. We generally recommend our clients initially go for city touring, then from 4:00 PM to 11:00 AM go for a desert safari in the biggest desert in the Indian subcontinent. : Thar Desert".

All in all, why you ought to go through a night in the desert? I present simply a solitary picture. Simply see with your own eyes.If you are looking to visit these places, I recommend a great company that provides a great taxi service in Jodhpur. Its name is Jaisalmer Taxi Service Cab. Jaisalmer Taxi Service Cab is one of India's most dependable, cost-effective, and high-quality taxi services. We offer low-cost, high-quality cab services that guarantee a pleasant journey.

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wiredlyrelatable · 8 months

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Virata Parvam movie review...

It's a 2022 tollywood movie.

I know I m late but I have just watched this movie today on Netflix. I have seen it's trailer when it released and understood that it's a very different movie.

The story is about a woman, the female lead, Vennela's who falls in love with the male lead, Comrade Ravanna who is a naxal leader. She loves him because of his ideologies written by him in various books of his without even seeing or meeting him. She keeps searching for him in different places around her village by leaving her parents, her happy life and her house away, goes through a lot of huddles and finally gets into his gang. Both of them become naxals and fight for human rights.

The songs, the emotions, the fight scenes, the story and the climax with an un expected twist was written well.

The title of the movie has a deeper meaning as Virata Parvam is refered to a chapater from Mahabharat where Pandavas prepare for their last battle when they were exiled.

I don't know why the movie is a flop as the story showed us the thin line between humanity and fighting for our rights. It talks about how love united 2 different types of people who lived differently before they met.

#most underrated

#deserves more appreciation

#unique attempt

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incorrectmahabharatquotes · 11 months

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HI! I've been reading through some old posts and i was wondering if you could explain how Arjun did raas with lord krishna? <3

Hello!

So the bit you're referring to is not actually from the Mahabharat. It's from the Padma Purana's pātāla-khanda.

This tiny story is a part of the dialogue that occurs between two people in the future as is the typical narrative style of these tales. It goes something like:

Arjun is curious to know all sorts of details about the raas-leela- where does it happen, how many gopis are there, who are they etc etc. Krishna is cryptic, as usual, and tells him that a man simply cannot perceive it even if the said man is more precious to him than life itself to him. Therefore, it's no use asking. Arjun is Disappointed™. Krishna is soft for him so he tells him it's fine and that he shouldn't worry about it because he'll see for himself. Then he instructs him to go to a goddess(Tripāsundari, to be exact) who will help him.

Arjun goes to her, prays to her and calls to her. She appears, pleased by his devotion and adoration. She also asks him a rhetorical question, that I personally find funny, which basically is along the lines of "What makes you so special that Krishna is letting you have this one thing that no other mortal, deity or ascetic can have?" She doesn't wait for an answer, because I think she already knew and then proceeds to give Arjun a list of prayer related tasks to worship her properly. After he follows her instructions, she and her friend show him Radha's house and vrindavan. Then she tells him to take dip in an auspicious lake and he does and emerges as a beautiful woman.

(At this point, I will be using she/her pronouns for Arjun/Arjuni because that's what the story says.)

Arjuni rises from the lake, having forgotten everything about her male self. There's a lot of poetic waxing about how alluring and attractive her voice, physicality and personality are. She happens upon a bunch of women(the gopis, obviously) who are equally as beautiful and charming as her. All the gopis are very lovely, actually and ask her who she is and how she happened to end up there and kind of soothe Arjuni's anxiety and then all of them introduce themselves. They say that they used to sages in their past life and are now gopis who participate in raas leela with Krishna.

They take her to lake, play with her, bathe her etc etc. It's all VERY sapphic, trust me. There's also a lot of praying involved. After the initiation is over, Arjuni meets Radha. More praying and devotion.

Pleased by all this devotion, Krishna asks Radha to bring Arjuni to him who promptly breaks out into sweaty excitement upon seeing him.

(Okay, now, I guess I'm obligated to inform you that what follows is very...sexual in nature. BUT a lot of Indian spiritual texts consider the sexual and the spiritual to be interconnected. Take from this what you will, I guess.)

The text goes on to describe Krishna's body in HEAVY detail (including equating his thighs to tree trunks?) that makes me genuinely worried that whoever wrote this was incredibly horny. He takes her hand and they um... participate in the leela.

When it's over, Arjuni is Exhausted from all the activity and Krishna tells her to go take a dip in the lake again. She does.

(Back to he/him pronouns people, keep up.)

Arjun surfaces and is dejected from the loss of something so wonderful. Krishna consoles him by saying that they are Dear Friends, as the historians say, and that only he knows something that no one else in three loka does. And if Arjun tells anyone what he has experienced he will curse Krishna. Again, hilarious because if you remember I said that this story is being told to us in a dialogue of TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE. Which means other people already know. Clownery of the highest order, really.

And then they go home. The end?

I hope this helps. I paraphrased a lot but I couldn't just paste the entire thing here. I've given you all the tools to go search for orginal text and translation yourself.

TL: DR Arjun gets instant lake-HRT for one night, participates in the raas-leela, and then goes home.

-Mod S

#ask reply #mod replies #ask #padma purana #mahabharata #krishna #arjun #krishna x arjuna #?#i guess #i'm tired #mod s is always tired #mod: s

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I want to shout this BAD.

Indian. Serials. Or Soap-Dramas. Are. Not. That. Bad.

I mean- I saw people arguing how being a Nagin makes no sense and I was like- so being turned into a shapeshifter vampire with bloody fangs makes sense? Hypocrisy smh.

I can name quite a few Indian shows (the Tv ones, Web series are already appreciated) that actually are amazing! They just fall short when creators choose quantity over quality.

Of course, classics like Sarabhai vs Sarabhai, Office Office, Byomkesh Bakshi, Malgudi days, Mahabharata and Ramayana get the praise they truly deserve! But here some relatively modern shows that get looked over due to same old Saas-Bahu genre.

Yeh unn dino ki baat hai (90s romantic drama), Har yug mein aayega ek arjun (my favourite criminal thriller), Adaalat (law-crime thriller), Beyhadh (the first season is one the best psychic-romance thrills ever), Ek Hasina thi (romantic thriller + also contains Vatshal Sheth from Tarzan the wonder car and is- chef's kiss).

Also can I say Naagin 1, no matter how much everyone bashes it today, was actually a dhasu show?

Honestly, I can add quite a few to the mix myself. Saraswatichandra? Best Romance I’ve seen till date. Ishqbaaz? Laughing out loud since episode 2. Qubool hai? The one time I like Karan Singh Grover. Laut Aao Trisha. Saubhagyavati Bhava. Bepanah. Starplus Mahabharat. Madhubala. On and on and on. Heck, even Anupama wouldn’t be so bad if it stuck to the plot and not for duniya bhar ka drama. But that’s exactly where the problem arises. All these serials start very VERY promising. They deliver well at the beginning aswell. The starting is what gets you hooked, you hope for something entertaining and they seem rather fit for that role. Sure, the overdramatism is there, but this is India, we can digest that much dhum tananananananana tere na tere na tin.

Things start going south when shows start pulling TRP. All the money hungry producers think that “hmmmm, this looks nice, I can milk it. What can possibly go wrong?” Hint: possibly everything can go wrong.

Lets look at Ishqbaaz for example. Three brother, three different perceptions of love, three distinct love stories. A shining new concept with four rather attractive leads to have the young adult population flocking, isn’t it?

It starts really great aswell. The first few episodes stick to the point very well, excessive delay like 3-4 days for like one person to turn around and shit aren’t there. It’s funny, it’s cute, it shows character arcs brilliantly. You’d expect the main leads to all fall in love, learn something and the show to end , right?

Wrong. It starts going off hinges really fast as soon as Starplus realises that the money making cow should stay. The main lead is suddenly super toxic. Shit like ghar ke bahu bete suddenly staging Agatha Christie level conspiracies and having the same intellect as Batman on shrooms becomes the norm. Drama like chhat se girkar yadaasht chale jaana, sautan ka plan samjhna, aur end m pta chlna ki bhencho sab kiya dhara heroine ki saas ka tha. Yep.

I stopped watching here but the thing is there was a look alike adla badli arc after this, so you can see how bad it went.

Next I watched, Saraswatichandra. I kid you not, it had the BEST setting one could ask for. A emotionally stinted guy coming all the way from Dubai to reject this girl, staying in her house. When everyone thinks they are getting married but they resent each other and secretly start falling in love, no? What more can one ask for? They admit their love and do actually get married while none in the families is wiser.

BUT, they had to add faltu ka natak, so add faltugiri they did. Bina baat ka action, stereotypical portrayal, heroine ki kahi aur shaadi, waha se uska talak, heroine ki sister falling in love with hero, whole family conspiring, kidnapping, yada yada yada, y’all get the jist.

The thing is, this wouldn’t be as bad if the characters still acted wisely in the bizzare situations. Or if the situations made sense. Who THE FUCK breaks their engagement a day before the wedding because they got disowned by their dad? Why did he immediately forget that he’s still entitled to his mother’s stuff? Akal kaha hai teri madarchod?

Producers butcher good storylines for paisa. People with no motivation are trying to kill bahu because they are bad. Police is not doing its job, not because its corrupt but because saas bahu ko khud detective khelna hai. Family drama mein randomly kahi se bhi chudail aa jaati hai even if the show not fantasy based. Vamp mast 16 khoon kar deti hai but still is legally allowed in the house. (Konsa law hai ye bc?) Why is everyone so out of character suddenly? WHY IS EVERYONE STUPID?

So, here’s the issue with indian serials: they don’t stick to the story, nor do they develope the story according to the characters, instead they alter the characters, premise and genre of the soap according to whatever story they think will fetch more views. This makes the whole thing bizzare.

Of course, some norms are always relaxed in dramas and a lot more in fantasy/supernatural dramas, but there’s a limit to how much there should be based on characters/ premise of what you offered in the first place.

Bhabhiji and Happu work as well as they do despite overlooking all the points I mentioned because they refresh their storyline every week and aren’t a continous saga, plus they never took themselves seriously as and always promised to be whacky. This is not true for Ganga, Saath nibhana saathiya, Sasural Simar ka, Kumkum bhagya etc., Prachi suffering by the hands of her stepsister cum co-wife even though she can easily turn the tables by making a police report for bigamy becomes frustrating to witness at one point.

Didi ye kya bakwaas likha hai, seedhey bolo na: Indian serials are indeed good and full of potential, but the producers and writers refuse to see that potential and make us flock to other dramas by diminishing our energies.

#what can i say except I’m sorry #This was asked ages ago #And I JUST found it in my drafts #god #🥹🥹🥹 🫂❤️✨#sorry suvi #asks

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anandapublishers · 11 months

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Bengali eBook Purchase, ABP Books

Badal Basu had played a key role in the revolution that Ananda Publishers had brought about in the publication of Bengali books.

‘What, Nilupishi has written a cookery book!’ He then called after his wife, whom he handed over the book once she came out. ‘Look, Nilupishi has written a recipe book. She only feeds us dry nimkis in the meetings of Sandesh.’ He was really amazed to see the book that was presented to him. The book in question was written by none other than Leela Majumder. And the speaker is none other than Satyajit Ray. The book was given to him by Badal Basu of Ananda Publishers.

Publishers hardly ever go into great detail about their trade. When they do, which is rather infrequently, the content makes for an interesting read. In his book Peon Ttheke Prakashak, published by Ananda Publishers, Dwijendranath Basu – popularly called in the publishing world as Badal Basu openly discussed his interactions and collaborations with authors and others in the industry, as well as lesser-known details from the lives of notable figures like Nirad C. Chaudhuri and Gunter grass. He also speaks rather candidly about meetings of Budh Sandhya, the Saturday addas held at the office of Desh magazine with authors like Shirshendu Mukherjee, Sunil Ganguly, Dibyendu Palit and others over bowls of quintessential puffed rice and fritters or the Frankfurt Bookfair or the chaos over Bibar, that made Samaresh Basu, a controversial name in the Bengali literary world, that paved way for court cases and the involvement of Ananda Publishers.

Originally, the family's senior male member or head used to hire a goldsmith to create jewellery, mostly for the female residents of the house. The motifs were made using common patterns popular at the time, created by competent artisans. Later, the patterns and motifs underwent alterations. The women of the Tagore family created fashion trends by donning flowing sarees and western-designed blouses embellished with gem-studded brooches. They put on matching diamond ear studs and other trendy accessories. Ananda Shatak walks you through the growth and progress of several industries- including trade, politics, and society as well, that existed and changed over the course of last 100 years.

Interested in abp books and bengali ebook purchase? Log in to www.anandapub.in to access and purchase ebooks of Pratham Alo, Amader Katha, Mahabharater Chhay Probin, Thakurbarir Bahir Mahal among others.

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yaadokapitaara · 4 years

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The Curious case of blank Billboards

Having spent the great Indian summer from the comfort of my home relishing on the juiciest Alphonso mangoes it was time for me to head to my office as we entered unlock 1.0

With a heavy heart of leaving the comfort of working from home I set out to my office this Monday morning. The office is situated about 10-12kms from my house and I have to pass by some prominent areas and more than half a dozen signal stops to reach my destination. My only respite from the long traffic snarls at signals is observing various billboards advertising real estate, gadgets, clothing, events or even educating investors on tax saving mutual fund and admire some of the real creative minds behind it. After all they get just 10-20 seconds to capture the onlookers attention, display their brand/product/service and leave a recall value in minds of prospective customers.

As a kid I was always fascinated by the world of advertisements esp TVCs.. Dairymilk, Amul, natraj pencil, Dhara, Nirma, fevicol being favourites. Btw Amul simply nailed it with all their retro ads during this lockdown as all the eyeballs were glued to their TV sets during a re-telecast of great epics Ramayan & Mahabharat.

Coming back to my journey to and from the office, my heart sank looking at all the empty billboards. This scenario is a first in my life and working in financial industry dealing with financial products everyday my thoughts quickly drifted towards a demand-supply, slowdown, recession, budget cuts and so on. Is demand really down? Are businesses trying to cut down on marketing expenses? Is this a sign of an impending slowdown or something else. Time will tell...

But here is a small lesson for all if we look at the situation positively. Maybe even we should identify our needs and wants. Cut down unnecessary spending for a few months. It's time to build cash reserves and be prepared for uncertain times. This my friends brings us to an important concept which many a times is skipped from our financial plans - contingency fund.

It is always a good idea to keep reserve funds of upto 6 -12 months of monthly expenses in an easily available asset like FD or liquid / arbitrage fund.

Simplest approach to achieve this -- recurring deposit or a systematic investment plan in these funds. If you receive inflow in the form of bonus or incentive and are not sure what to do with those funds, it would be prudent to keep them for contingency.

Also one should keep in mind to always replenish the contingency fund if there is a withdrawal from it. As our lifestyle changes due change in socio-economic reasons we should assess the sufficient amount required for this fund.

If you haven't planned so yet, this is the time to start. Although my city skyline now looks much cleaner minus all the billboards and illegal hoardings, I wish to see them glittering and enticing us to spend on some guilty pleasures soon, after all they are signs of a vibrant economy.

#lockdown

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ledxlaw · 2 years

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Everything You Need to Know about Gambling Law

Gambling is described as the act or activity of betting money, such as card games, horse racing, lotteries, sports betting, and chance-based casino games, in other words, staking or betting on something of value, with a consciousness of risk and hope of gain, and if one’s prediction is right they win but if it is wrong then they lose. Along with gambling comes gaming, in which individuals use their skills and talent, for betting which includes money, Nowadays Gaming has also become a kind of Gambling, yet there is a huge difference between them. For every law student, it is an important topic that they should know, in India with the growing trend of technology the online gaming and gambling are also increasing, so in order to regulate all these needs legal guidance, that’s why law aspirants opt for online legal certification courses based on these subjects.

Ancient Law of Gambling Law:

The history of gambling in India is very old, even in our holy book Mahabharat, we see Gambling as a means of entertainment. In ancient times, some people used to see gambling as entertainment, while some used it for earning money, but with due time it has become an addiction and was deteriorating people's life and their money. For the purpose of gambling in ancient India devices such as Dice games, betting on animals, or after a period of time there were several gambling houses, all these means were being used. To put a stoppage on this and control the situation government enacted an act and implemented it in the whole of India, the act is known as the Public Gambling Act of 1867.

Public Gambling Act of 1867:

The very first attempt to control the Gambling in India was taken by legislation in the year 1867, introducing the Public Gambling Act. An act to provide punishment for public gambling and the keeping of common gambling houses in the (central provinces) (and United Provinces, East Punjab, Delhi). These acts have several sections which provide guidance to the state regarding the gambling laws and regulations. This act has clearly clarified the different punishments for different acts such as; Power to extend the act to the whole state, the Penalty of owning, keeping or having the charge of a gaming house, Penalty for being found in a gaming house, penalty on persons arrested for giving false names and addresses, Proof for playing at stakes unnecessary, Witnesses indemnified, Gaming and setting birds and animals to fight in Public streets, Destruction of instruments of gaming found in public places, offences by whom triable and this act also mentions the games which doesn’t come under this act. Thus, this act is very important legislation which regulates the laws regarding Gaming and Gambling law that every law student needs to know.

Current Status of Gambling:

In the present time, the law regarding gambling has been liberalised. Many countries have legalised sports betting, to increase their economic structure. But still, in many countries, these remain illegal, and India is one of them. There are several strict regulations regarding sports betting in India. But despite these regulations, the investment of Indian citizens in gambling especially sports betting is increasing day by day, due to which many peoples are losing a lot of money and it is diversely affecting the country’s growth and economy. The number of Indians who bet regularly amounts to over 140 million, these people consider this as making money through their favourite sports. This shows that India needs to regulate the Gambling and gaming laws.

Legality:

The legality of Gambling and Gaming in India, the gambling is a state matter, which entitles the state to law to govern such activities and formulate laws within their state. The public gambling Act, of 1867 is adopted by many states in India. Also, all kinds of betting and gambling are illegal except the game of skills. The games which require skills have legal acceptance except for a few special cases or conditions. But the main thing here is the definition of a Skill game by the Apex Court in India; “The Competition where success depends on substantial degree of skill are not gambling and despite there being an element of chance if a game is preponderantly a game of skill it would nevertheless be a game of mere skill”. This definition also covers horse racing and dog racing with the exception of a few cases, also the Supreme Court of India also included the game of rummy in the list of Games of Skill. But is also essential to know the difference between Game of Skill and Gambling, the best online law certification courses based on Gaming and Gambling law, cover wide aspects of the subject.

Upcoming Gambling Law in 2022:

Due to the increased usage of online games for earning money by the nation, the legislation has introduced a bill regarding these subjects known as Online Gaming (Regulation) Bill, 2022. The online gaming (Regulation) Bill was introduced on 1 April 2022 in Lok Sabha, to establish a system for regulating the online game industry to prevent fraud and misuse. This Bill calls for to form of a commission to regulate the online games industry. The definition of the word “Online Gaming” mentioned in this Bill is, any games played on electronic devices such as personal computers, mobile phones, tablets, and other electronic devices. The commission that this bill is demanding is named as Online Gaming Commission (OGC), which should be constituted by the central government. The commission should have the power to oversee all the functionings of online gaming websites and stop illegal online gaming.

Penalties:

The Penalties for Gambling and Gaming in India are mentioned in the Public Gambling Act, of 1867. According to this act, the punishment for breaking the law guided in this act will result in a fine of Rs. 200/- or imprisonment for 3 months, and for visiting a gambling house the punishment will be a charge of Rs. 100/- or imprisonment of or up to one month. Also, the punishment for online gambling lies in the IT Act, 2000, according to which a person involved in such activities will have to pay a fine of Rs 100,000/- or imprisonment of 5 years.

Conclusion: The Gaming and Gambling law in India needs to be restructured in a proper way so that such illegal activities can come to a stop. This is the reason that legal students should be aware of this situation and earn practical knowledge about these subjects as as can. To make it possible for them, several legal learning platforms offer online law certification courses on Gaming and Gambling Law in India. Also, the implementation of the Online Gaming(Regulation) Bill, 2022 and its success is also an important aspect for the whole Indian legal system and law students.

#online legal courses

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