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bongboyblog · 10 months
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A walk through Bengal's architecture
Bengali architecture has a long and rich history, fusing indigenous elements from the Indian subcontinent with influences from other areas of the world. Present-day Bengal architecture includes the nation of Bangladesh as well as the Indian states of West Bengal, Tripura, and Assam's Barak Valley. West Bengal’s architecture is an amalgamation of ancient urban architecture, religious architecture, rural vernacular architecture, colonial townhouses and country houses, and modern urban styles. Bengal architecture is the architecture of Wind, Water, and Clay. The Pala Empire (750–1120), which was founded in Bengal and was the final Buddhist imperial force on the Indian subcontinent, saw the apex of ancient Bengali architecture. The majority of donations went to Buddhist stupas, temples, and viharas. Southeast Asian and Tibetan architecture was influenced by Pala architecture. The Grand Vihara of Somapura, which is now a UNESCO World Heritage Site, was the most well-known structure erected by the Pala rulers.
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The Grand Vihara of Somapura
According to historians, the builders of Angkor Wat in Cambodia may have taken inspiration from Somapura. Bengal architecture became known for its use of terracotta due to the scarcity of stone in the area. Clay from the Bengal Delta was used to make bricks.
The temple architecture has distinct features like the rich wall decoration, often known as the terracotta temples, which was one of the remarkable elements of Bengali temple architecture. The double-roofed architecture of thatched huts was replicated by Bengali temples. Square platforms were used to construct the temples. Burnt brick panels with figures in geometric patterns or substantial sculptural compositions served as the temples' adornment.
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Dochala style
These served as models for many temples that were built in undivided Bengal. Construction materials used in ancient times included wood and bamboo. Bengal has alluvial soil, so there isn't a lot of stone there. The bricks that were utilized to build the architectural components were made from stone, wood, black salt, and granite. Bengal has two different types of temples: the Rekha type, which is smooth or ridged curvilinear, and the Bhadra form, which has horizontal tiers that gradually get smaller and is made up of the amalaka sila. Mughal architecture, including forts, havelis, gardens, caravanserais, hammams, and fountains, spread throughout the area during the Mughal era in Bengal. Mosques built by the Mughals in Bengal also took on a distinctive regional look. The two major centers of Mughal architecture were Dhaka and Murshidabad. The do-chala roof custom from North India was imitated by the Mughals.
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Jorasako thakurbari
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The Rasmancha is a heritage building located at Bishnupur, Bankura district, West Bengal.
Influence of the world on Bengal architecture: Although the Indo-Saracenic architectural style predominated in the area, Neo-Classical buildings from Europe were also present, particularly in or close to trading centers. While the majority of country estates had a stately country house, Calcutta, Dacca, Panam, and Chittagong all had extensive 19th and early 20th-century urban architecture that was equivalent to that of London, Sydney, or other British Empire towns. Calcutta experienced the onset of art deco in the 1930s. Indo-Saracenic architecture can be seen in Ahsan Manzil and Curzon Hall in Dhaka, Chittagong Court Building in Chittagong, and Hazarduari Palace in Murshidabad.
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Hazarduari Palace in Murshidabad
The Victoria Memorial in Kolkata, designed by Vincent Esch also has Indo-Saracenic features, possibly inspired by the Taj Mahal. Additionally, Kolkata's bungalows, which are being demolished to make way for high-rise structures, have elements of art deco. The 1950s in Chittagong saw a continuation of Art Deco influences. The Bengali modernist movement, spearheaded by Muzharul Islam, was centered in East Pakistan. In the 1960s, many well-known international architects, such as Louis Kahn, Richard Neutra, Stanley Tigerman, Paul Rudolph, Robert Boughey, and Konstantinos Doxiadis, worked in the area.
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The Jatiyo Sangshad Bhaban
This iconic piece of contemporary Bangladeshi architecture, was created by Louis Kahn. Midsized skyscrapers dominate the cityscapes of contemporary Bengali cities, which are frequently referred to as "concrete jungles." With well-known architects like Rafiq Azam, architecture services play a key role in the urban economies of the area. Overall Bengal architecture was influenced by various contemporaries of their time and continues to evolve.
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Gothic architectural style seen in St. Paul's Cathedral in Kolkata.
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Zamindar era buildings in ruin.
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Belur Math in Howrah
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toobadwithnames · 9 months
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Dakshineswar Temple
Situated on the banks of the holy river Hooghly, West Bengal, India, is the temple of  Bhavatarini, a form of Parashakti Adya Kali, otherwise known as Adishakti Kalika- well known as Dakshineswar Kali Temple. Rani Rashmoni, a Zamindar, philanthropist, and devotee of Kali Maa, erected the temple in 1855. The temple is well-known for its connections to Bengali mystics Ramakrishna and Ma Sarada Devi from the 19th century. Profoundly affected by the visionary dream of the Goddess Kali, Rani Ma searched for and purchased a 30,000-acre tract in the Dakshineswar village from Jake Hastie, an Englishman, who sold the 20-acre site, which at the time was known as Saheban Bagicha. Between 1847 and 1855, a sizable temple complex was constructed.
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The primary temple was modeled after the Radhakanta temple in Tollygunge, designed in the Navaratna style by Babu Ramnath Mondal of the Bawali Raj family.
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Radhakanta temple in Tollygunge
In addition to the main temple at Dakshineswar with nine spires, the temple compound also has rooms along the perimeter walls of a sizable courtyard. The garbha griha, or sanctum sanctorum, has the idol of Bhavatarini perched atop Lord Shiva. Both idols are set atop a pure silver lotus blossom with a thousand petals. Along the riverfront, there are twelve shrines to Shiva, Kali's consort, a Radha-Krishna temple, a riverside bathing ghat, and a shrine to Rani Rashmoni.
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The Shiva Temples
The three-story, south-facing temple was constructed in the Bengali architectural style known as Navaratna, or "nine spires," and it has nine spires scattered throughout the upper two storeys. It is elevated on a high platform and has a flight of stairs leading up to it. It is 46 feet (14 m) square overall and rises to a height of more than 100 feet (30 m).
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Dakshineswar Temple
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kaalbela · 4 months
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Photographs from my road trip across rural Bengal.
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livesunique · 1 year
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Cooch Behar Palace, Cooch Behar city, West Bengal, India,
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‘Upstairs,’ Kolkata, West Bengal, India,
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arjuna-vallabha · 1 year
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Temple of Tilantapara, Bengal, photo by Ajoy
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travelbinge · 1 year
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By Natham2132
Kolkata, West Bengal, India
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live-and-letlive · 2 years
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Watch "Durga Puja in Kolkata" on YouTube
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Are you interested in street art and architecture? Do carnivals, bright lights, revelry and grandeur beckon you? What about an opportunity to go beyond your situation, social, economic or otherwise and simply live for the moment with the ones you hold dear?
If yes, then Kolkata in October is a sanctum for you. With its essence of tradition and divinity Bengal receives you with open arms.
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storiesbyt · 2 years
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Bishnupur, the capital of the Malla Kings, one of the most unique architectural wonder of the world.
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From top left:
1. Jorbangla Temple
2. Unknown temple made in the Odisha style
3. Radheshyam temple
4. Bhog Mancha (where holy food was distributed), Laljiu Temple
5 & 6 Laljiu temple
7. Old Fort Gate
8. Rash Mancha
The Malla kings ruled from 7th Century, until India’s independence in 1947. Being Vaishanvs, their structures were mainly dedicated to Krishna, the eight avtaar of Vishnu.
Photos taken: August 2022
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zebrainstitute2022 · 1 year
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Interior designing is a career that teaches you how to design and furnish interiors, such as homes, offices, and stores. The industry is expected to grow at a rate of 4.4% between 2016 and 2022, which means that there will be plenty of jobs available for people who have the skills. If you want to get into this industry, there are several types of courses you can take. Some focus on interior design while others teach building and construction techniques. You can also learn about architecture and planning in these courses so that you can apply your knowledge to real-world projects.
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pixelspeaks · 2 years
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Terracotta Temples of Antpur, India
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Antpur is a beautiful village located in Sreerampur subdivision in Hoogly District of Indian state West Bengal. This place is near about 54 km away from Kolkata. Antpur panchayet consists of 16 villages. These are Atpur, Bilara, Lohagachhi, Tarajol, Ranibazar, Tara, Anarbati, Rajhati, Arabindapur, Raipur, Bamnagar, Palgachha, Kumarbazar, Mirpur, Ichhabati and Gopalpur. his beautiful place is famous for ancient terracotta temples and Ramakrishna-Premananda Ashram. The iconic Radhagovindjiu temple of Antpur is stuffed with wonderful terracotta artworks, that reflects the unique traditions and history of Rural Bengal. This temple was built in the year 1786 by Krishna Ram Mitra, the Diwan of Bardhaman Raj. Chandi Mandap and Dol Mancha is also decorated with wonderful terracotta artworks, which is located in the premises of Radhagovindjiu temple. The artworks on the terracotta temples of Antpur is very much similar to famous Bishnupur Terracotta temples. Most of the carvings consist of the sculpture of Lord Radha and Krishna. Some of them also consists the sculptures of Goddess Durga, Lord Ganesha, Lord Bramha, Lord Shiva, Lord Hanuman and more Hindu God and Goddess. These terracotta artworks reflects the rich Hindu culture and tradition of 17th century’s Bengal. This place is perfect for ancient temple photography and fine art photography. As Antpur reflects the vibe of Rural Bengal, nature and travel photographers also love this place.
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loveburrowx · 3 months
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Portugal
Request - Joe goes to Portugal for a vacation and he meets Y/N.
Warnings - Smut (intercourse)
A/N - just wanted to make a fanfic with my country! Enjoy!
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Joe, quarterback for the Bengals in the NFL, had been feeling the itch to get away from it all. The constant pressure of performing on the field, the endless stream of fans and media, the never-ending demands on his time. He needed a break, a chance to recharge his batteries and just be himself. So, he decided to do something drastic: he booked a one-way ticket to Portugal.
With his trusty travel guide in hand, Joe set off to explore the cobblestone streets of Lisbon, marveling at the city's stunning architecture and vibrant culture. One afternoon, while wandering aimlessly, he stumbled upon a soccer game being played at the Estádio José Alvalade. The game featured Sporting CP, one of the most successful teams in Portugal, and the energy in the air was palpable.
As he watched the players on the field, a familiar face caught his eye. There, leading the team as captain, was Y/N, a woman with long, flowing hair and legs that seemed to go on forever. The way she moved with grace and power, the way she shouted instructions to her teammates, it was clear that she was the heart and soul of the team. And to Joe, she was absolutely irresistible.
After the game, Joe mustered up the courage to approach Y/N as she was leaving the field. He introduced himself in his broken Portuguese, complimenting her on her skills and her leadership. To his surprise, she smiled warmly and seemed genuinely flattered. They exchanged numbers, and before he knew it, they were texting each other constantly, meeting up for dinner and attending local events together.
The more time they spent together, the more Joe became infatuated with her. Not just her beauty or her skill on the field, but also her charisma and her passion for life. He found himself unable to resist her sexy Portuguese accent when she would correct her teammates or shout encouragement to her friends. And when she gave him her jersey as a gift, he felt a thrill run through him that he hadn't experienced in years.
One evening, as they were enjoying dinner at his newly purchased home in Lisbon, Joe couldn't help but ask Y/N if she'd ever like to cook for him. She hesitated for a moment, but then smiled shyly and agreed. The next day, she arrived at his house carrying a basket of fresh ingredients and a mischievous glint in her eye. As she prepared a traditional Portuguese dish for him, Joe couldn't help but wonder what else she might have in store.
When she finally presented him with the meal, Y/N stepped back and revealed that she was wearing a stunning, all-white dress that showed off her perfect figure, including her toned legs and her perky breasts. The look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. She wanted him. And tonight, she was going to make him feel wanted too.
As they sat down at the table, Joe couldn't help but wonder if this was all some kind of dream. Y/N was everything he had ever wanted in a woman, and the way she moved around the kitchen, serving him her delicious dinner, was enough to drive any man wild. They ate in silence at first, lost in their own thoughts, but eventually, they couldn't help but begin to talk. They talked about their lives, their families, their passions. And as they did, Joe felt a deep connection forming between them.
When dinner was finished, Y/N cleared the table and asked if he'd like some dessert. He nodded eagerly, his heart already racing with anticipation. She returned a moment later with a small platter bearing a decadent chocolate torte and two forks. As they sat down on the couch, she placed the platter between them and leaned in close, her breath tickling his ear. "This is my favorite dessert," she whispered. "I hope you like it."
Joe could feel the heat from her body as she sat so close to him, and the sweet aroma of the chocolate made his mouth water. He watched as she picked up her fork, the silverware clinking softly against each other, and took a small bite. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she chewed, and he found himself unable to look away.
When she finally offered him a bite, he took it greedily, their fingers brushing against each other as he brought the fork to his mouth. The chocolate melted on his tongue, releasing a rush of rich flavors that left him speechless. They ate in silence for a moment, savoring the sweetness and the intimacy of the moment.
"It's delicious," he finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "You really are an amazing cook." She smiled at him again, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Thank you for enjoying it," she replied softly, her accent sending shivers down his spine.
The air between them felt charged with desire, and Joe knew that he couldn't resist her any longer. He reached out and took her hand in his, their fingers entwining as he leaned in to kiss her. She responded eagerly, her lips parting beneath his, and he felt the familiar heat of her breath as she moaned softly against his mouth. Their tongues danced together, a slow and sensual waltz that left him breathless.
As their kiss deepened, Y/N shifted in his lap, her body pressing against his. He could feel the softness of her breast against his chest, the warmth of her skin radiating through the thin fabric of her dress. His hands moved up to cup her face, his thumbs brushing across her cheekbones as he explored the contours of her jawline. She arched her back slightly, grinding her hips against him, and he knew that she wanted more.
He broke the kiss, needing air for a moment as he gazed into her eyes. They were bright with desire, and he could see the passion burning deep within her. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me what you need." She smiled at him, her lips curving into a wicked little smile. "I need you," she breathed, her fingers trailing down his chest, "to make love to me."
The words sent a shiver through him, and he leaned in to kiss her again, more roughly this time. His hands moved down her body, unbuttoning her dress and revealing her perfect skin beneath. She moaned as he explored her curves, and he felt her hands fumbling with his belt, unbuckling it and lowering his pants. He stood up, kicking off his shoes, and she climbed up onto her knees, straddling him.
The feel of her warm, wet folds against his erection sent a wave of desire coursing through him. He grasped her hips, pulling her down so that he could feel the full weight of her body on him. She arched her back, her breasts spilling free from her dress, and he reached up to cup one in his hand, rolling the hardened peak between his thumb and forefinger. She cried out, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and he could feel her body trembling beneath him.
He thrust upward, feeling the hot, tight grip of her body as she enveloped him, and the sensation was almost too much to bear. He could feel himself on the edge, ready to release, but he wanted this to last. He slowed his movements, taking his time, savoring the feel of her body moving against his. She looked down at him, her eyes half-closed, and smiled, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh, Joe," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the sound of their passionate lovemaking. "You feel so good."
He smiled back at her, feeling a sense of connection that went beyond anything he'd ever experienced before. He wanted this night to last forever, but as the tension built within him, he knew that it was only a matter of time before he lost control. With one final thrust, he felt the release wash over him, his body tensing as he emptied himself into her. She cried out his name, her body tensing around him in a wave of ecstasy, and as they came together in their shared climax, he knew that he had found something truly special.
They lay there for a moment, their chests heaving as they caught their breath. She leaned forward, her head resting on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair, the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this content, this at peace.
As their hearts slowed and their bodies cooled, they heard the faint sound of laughter from the living room. The party was still going strong, but for a moment, it seemed as if the world outside didn't exist. It was just the two of them, lost in each other's embrace. She turned her head to look up at him, her eyes filled with love and affection. "Thank you for the most wonderful evening," she whispered.
He smiled down at her, a lopsided grin that spoke of the happiness he felt. "You're welcome," he replied. "But really, I should be thanking you." She laughed softly, her breath tickling his skin. "Why is that?" she asked, her voice teasing. "Because you made me the happiest man alive tonight." His words were simple, but they carried the weight of truth. She leaned in, pressing her lips against his once more, a gentle kiss that sealed their connection for the night.
As the minutes ticked by, they lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow of their passion. Joe couldn't help but wonder where this night would lead them, but for now, he was content to enjoy the moment and the incredible woman who had shared it with him.
He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better look at her. Her skin glowed in the soft light from the fireplace, and her hair spilled across the pillow like a waterfall of black silk. He traced his fingers along the curve of her jaw, feeling the gentle stubble against his skin. "You're beautiful," he whispered, and she blushed, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red.
She reached up, entwining her fingers with his, giving his hand a squeeze. "Thank you," she said softly. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. It's... it's a little overwhelming." He smiled, feeling the warmth of her palm against his. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "I'm not going anywhere. I want to explore this with you, get to know you better."
Her eyes met his, and in them he saw a mix of hope and uncertainty. "You're serious?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't just want this one night?" He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life," he whispered against her mouth. "I want to see where this goes. I want to see where you go."
She smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile that lit up her entire face. "Then I think," she said, taking his hand and leading it lower, "we should go to bed." Together they climbed beneath the covers, their bodies tangled and entwined. As they lay there, she traced the lines of his face with her fingertips, as if committing every detail to memory. "I feel like I've known you for a lifetime," she murmured. "And yet, I also feel like there's so much more to learn."
He pulled her closer, burying his face in her neck. "I feel the same way," he confessed. "But I promise you, tonight was just the beginning. I'm not going anywhere." She sighed contentedly, her body relaxing against his. "Good," she said, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Because I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a ride." And as they drifted off to sleep, he knew she was right. This was just the beginning, and he couldn't wait to see where the journey would take them.
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srbachchan · 8 months
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Jalsa, Mumbai Aug 27, 2023 Sun 1:11 PM
Birthday - EF - Sandeep Singh Sandhu , Monday, 28 August .. greetings and love from the Ef family .. ❤️🙏
The Hindi retort to the BBC comment on twitter was put up yesterday .. and AG Anthony did a translate as asked .. which was and is good .. but I felt one or two points needed a slight change .. so here they are ..
वो देश, जिसके संग्रहालयों का खज़ाना, केवल दुनिया से लूटे गए मूल्यवान वस्तुओं से भरा है,
that country, whose Museums are decorated and filled with the 'loot' ( a Hindi word, copied and now accepted in the English British BBC dictionary) of valued stolen artifacts and materials of the World ..
वो देश, जो मसाले की खोज में भारत आया, उसे लूटा, लोगों को मानव निर्मित अकाल में झोंका और आज भी जिसके खानों से मसाले गायब हैं,
that country, that ostensibly came to India in search of spices, and then 'looted' colonised and began ruling over us .. that created a man made famine - the dreaded Bengal famine , where they starved the locals, so England could get the food, shipped out to them .. and building a thick bush wall around the territory and borders of Bengal, so none of the famished could seek food and survival by crossing over to the rest of the Country .. that country where spices are NOT an ingredient of their food .. ( or as AG Anthony put it , do not have mines that procure spices .. though the food thought is better, because we are talking of famine and food ) ..
वो देश, जिसे अपने ही इजाद किए खेल का विश्व कप जीतने में बरसों लग गए वो देश, जिसका सूरज कभी अस्त नहीं होता था, पर आज भी अपने अंतरिक्ष संस्थान का नाम दुनिया तक नहीं पहुंचा पाया है,
that country that were the inventors of the game ( ref to Cricket ), took years themselves, to win the World Cup (in Cricket) ..
that country that prided itself by stating 'the sun never sets on its territory' .. or whose 'sun never sets' , even till today, has not been able to put their name in the World of SPACE ..
आज हमें ज्ञान दे रहा है?
that country , today imparts 'gyaan' to us .. trying to teach us knowledge and learning ..
हम भारतीयों ने दुनिया को अद्भुत संरचनाएं दीं, कला दी और भारतीय दर्शन से संस्कृतियों को प्रभावित किया और आज भी कर रहे हैं
we Indians , have given the World incredible and most unique architectural structures , art forms , and impressed the entire World with the most treasured cultures .. and still continue to do so each day ..
हम भारतीयों ने अपने मसालों और अपनी पाक शास्त्र का परचम दुनिया के कोने कोने में लहराया है
we Indians have 'flown the flag' .. an emblem of our exalted presence .. of our 'spices' and the purity of our scriptures and its divinity, to all the corners of the World ..
हमने दूसरों के इजाद किए खेल न केवल सीखे, पर उनमें महारत भी प्राप्त की और धुरंधरों को धूल चटाई है
we have not only learnt those games invented by others and created victory and success in them .. making the opposition and champions of the game 'bite the dust' in competition ..
हमने न केवल चांद और तारों पर कविताएं लिखी, न केवल उनको देखकर सपने बुने, परंतु चांद पर भारतीय तिरंगा लहराया और अंतरिक्ष पर निरंतर और सतत जीत की ओर अग्रसर हैं।
we have not just written poems on the stars and the moon, not just built dreams about them, BUT have placed our TRICOLOuR, our Country's Flag on them , flowing with glory .. and continue aggressively, to gain victory and WIN over SPACE ..
जो कभी हम पर राज किया करते थे, उन अंग्रेज़ों की ईर्ष्या को यह चेतावनी है - यह आग तुम्हें बस जलाएगी पर इसी आग से हम अंतरिक्ष के उस छोर पर पहुंचेंगे जहां से भारत का सूरज कभी अस्त नहीं होगा।
so they that once ruled over us , those jealous British or 'angrez' as locally called, they the envious .. a warning .. this fire will just burn you , but WE shall with this fire, reach that destination and goal , from where the SUN SHALL NEVER SET ON ITS TERRITORY .. INDIA ..
JAI HIND
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in love in gratitude and in the presence in a few hours at the GOJ to be with the wellwishers ..
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imagineeden · 4 months
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»ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇᴅ. ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ?«
that's a question I have asked myself a lot throughout my entire life.
»ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ʙᴇ? ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ?«
in my 25 years of existence, you may assume that I have an answer to that. Or you might know how difficult that question is. All I can say to this: No, I never found an answer. I just live. And I am who I am in that exact moment. I will never be the person again I was 2 seconds ago or the person I will be in the next 5 seconds. I'm constantly changing, evolving and growing.
If I feel like brown hair with beachwaves and flower dresses, I go for brown hair with beach waves and flower dresses. If I feel like blue short hair and a male appearance I can do that within seconds with almost no effort at all. I lost myself so many times to all the possibilities that I could be. That I am.
I never fitted in anywhere even though I could make the perfect fit everytime I wished to. But that's kind of the point. I don't want to fit in, I want to belong, be accepted and loved for who I am. But »ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ?«
»ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴏɴᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜰɪᴛꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇʙᴇʟꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴍᴀᴋᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘᴇɢꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱqᴜᴀʀᴇ ʜᴏʟᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ.«
ᴘʜᴏᴇɴɪx ᴇᴅᴇɴ ᴋᴇɴꜱɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ also better known as "ɴʏx" was born in Cambridge, UK, raised in Melbourne, Australia and later moved back to the United Kingdom. Although Nyx was assigned male at birth, they are most seen as the indie girl with dark blonde beach waves and a rather feminine appearance, sporting an edgy-boho look.
ɴʏx was the middle child among their six siblings (Gabriel, Maxine; older adopted siblings); (Nikita, Jonah, Moses & Ava; younger biological siblings). Yet, they were a special one, the first biological child of both their fathers, with the shapeshifting incubus abilities as well as vampires genes, which caused them a lot of trouble in her younger years, struggling significantly with their identity.
ɴʏx attended architecture school and graduated with honors while raising their five-year-old son Asher. Despite completing a degree in architecture, Nyx works as a freelance artist, photographer and musician with no commitments other than to their son.
random facts: two bengal cats, lives in cambridge, loves everything sweet, coffee addict, plant lover.
even if I identify as non-binary any pronouns are fine! I tend to vary with the pronouns a lot. I'm open to anything: plotting, smalltalk, roleplayers, etc. semi-selictive. 21+, mild gore, sexual themes, gender and apperance varies a lot.
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arjuna-vallabha · 2 years
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Bengali landscape with temple, photo by Halley Goswami
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travelbinge · 2 years
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By Martin Jernberg
Kolkata, West Bengal, India
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