#bhadra

[swearingcactus]

weird girl bhadra and her dumbass brother Ajay btw

#ajay ghale #bhadra #far cry 4 #far cry #i drew this tag #was supposed to draw another silly one for dani diego and jason grant riley #but the vibes didnt match so ajay goes forth alone

[sambhavami]

Krishna: a character adored for over two thousand years, revered as one of the most significant political masterminds of the ancient world with his words forming the philosophical core of the country today. Concurrently, he is the god shrouded in inimitable domesticity- as a friend, a lover, and a child. No other deity in the Hindu pantheon has probably achieved as dear a position in the hearts of people as this flute-wielding cowherd of Gokula.

For generations, he has shined as the muse of countless poetfolk, of unfinished business, of unspoken desires and of repressed lovers' qualms. In Meera's longing for her marble beloved, and in Kothai's dulcet dreams of a celestial wedding, Krishna blossoms not as a warrior, but rather as a confidante of young women- the keeper of all secrets.

Curse, o ye, this wedding of devotion, 

For I was better off unmarried,

Writes the lovestruck Nawab Sadiq Hilm,

I was well enough at my mother's; 

Oh, why did I pine for him?!

Who am I, or what: go ask Rizwan, the gatekeeper

For heaven has been rejected by my forebearers!

He says, in a nostalgic ode to the cowmaids from old tales. To the ones that massage the dust off their feet on Krishna's fevered forehead to soothe his illness, even as the apparent disrespect dooms their afterlives.

Jayadeva notes a more rugged form of Krishna, one that is almost hungry for love. His Radha smiles down upon Radharaman Dutta's kalankini. Of course, she would accept even infamy if it was in relation to her Krishna. However, in time, this epithet has been reclaimed as a celebration of the meteoric, tempestuous love that this unseemly duo had carved out for themselves of the pages of a mostly unwilling history.

Tagore's Krishna is mysterious, eagerly anticipated but rarely seen. Rather, here Radha's pining is crushing and all-encompassing, inherited from Chandidas' virahini. Radha's guttural desire to transform Krishna into herself, subjecting him to the same suffering that she undergoes as a woman in love with a furious ideology more than a man, reverberates eerily against the lighthearted cross-dressing tale of Surdas'.

As often as bards favour the songs extolling the love of the cowherd and the wedded maiden, Krishna's wives are seldom accorded any thought outside of Vasudeva's family tree. Their silence speaks to the stringent rules of a typical patriarchal household. Some of them do speak, and hence Satyabhama becomes conceited and Kalindi wayward. However, the mere few lines that they are mercifully allotted in the text are enough to speak to their resilience. The lines inadvertently hold up a window to the million unspoken words and unexchanged glances. It speaks to the long years, happy and sad. It speaks to the nights of waiting for the beloved to return. It speaks to the quiet lunches in curtained rooms and taste tests in the kitchen.

Each of Krishna's eight wives has their own life, and their own equation with Krishna. Each of their distinct personalities, coupled with their unique introductions to the prince has the potential to bring a distinct flavour to the story of Krishna, the statesman. The understanding that Krishna's heart belonged first to Vrindavana and then to his ambition, must have weighed somewhat on their hearts and yet, the choice to patch up the battle-hardened cowherd, after every blow, sans complaint, and send him out into the world as the architect of history, must have demanded restraint.

The distinct turn of events that brings each of the chief eight queens to Krishna's is quite interesting. Rukmini, the first, demonstrates heart, even if it is born out of desperation. Seizing control of her life, she sends a message, relying solely on rumours of his compassion. Her gamble yields returns manifold as Krishna not only rescues her from an unwanted marriage, but instates her as his chief consort, elevating her, alongside himself, to a divine status. Far from the impulsiveness of her youth, Pandhari's Rakhumai, astute beside her beloved, proudly bears a conch-shell, calling for harmony and community. In life as well, Rukmini brings to Krishna much needed stability, and oversees the blossoming of the city of Dwarika as well as Krishna's growing household.

Jambavati and Satyabhama are given in marriage to the prince by their respective fathers and do not seem to have much of a voice at the time. Jambavati fulfills an ancient destiny, a forgotten promise, then going on to mother the child that ultimately brings about the demise of the Yadava clan. Satyabhama, though often maligned with unfair accusations, is self-reliant. Making no attempt to hide herself from the eye of society, takes her rightful place beside Krishna, not on a throne, but by his side in battlefields. Kalindi however, is an extremely interesting character in Krishna's story. Enmeshed between mortal and divine, she exists as neither. Chancing upon the prince, she unabashedly declares her intentions to be married, and yet she is uncharacteristically silent after her marriage. Lakshmana and Mitravinda, are both won in conquest. They might have been able to sympathize with Rukmini, given their kin had turned against them, on account of their choice of a life partner. Bhadra, on the other hand, has no fancy contests to boast of, or an adventurous rescue. She marries Krishna at the behest of her brother, the only highlight being the arduous journey she undertakes from Kekaya to Dwarika.

After their marriages, these women practically disappear from the narrative until their last moments. We can assume that they were all presumably content with a life outside the spotlight. One can only hope to be privy to their lives after marriage, to know their dreams, nightmares and daily chores. They enter Krishna's life at crucial junctions, and I choose to believe they each had a unique effect on Krishna's worldview, bringing with them a fresh outlook into the mostly stagnant golden city.

#krishna #radha #original writing #mahabharata #hindu mythology #rukmini #satyabhama #kalindi #desi tumblr #ehi murare #prologue #jambavati #mitravinda #lakshmana #bhadra #nagnajiti

[harinishivaa]

Hari- the Eternal Source

śaṃkara uvāca | trayī sāṃkhyavedāṃtayogāḥ purāṇaṃ tathā pañcarātraṃ prabho dharmaśāstram | tavaivātimāhātmyamekasya nityaṃ prakārairanekairhi gāyaṃti bhaktyā || 3 ||

tvadeveśa śāstrāṇi caitāni bhūmno babhūvustvadekāśrayāṇyādikalpe | ramāsevyapādāmbujaṃ śāstrayoniṃ tamādyaṃ bhavantaṃ bhaje vāsudevam || 4 ||

Śaṅkara said:

3. O Lord! The Three Vedas, Sāṅkhya, Vedānta, Yoga, Purāṇa, Pāñcarātra as well as Dharmaśāstra—all these devoutly sing in various ways the supreme majestic glory of yours alone.

4. In the first Kalpa (Ādi-Kalpa), it is from you, the great one, alone that these Śāstras were born and they have you as their only resort, O Sovereign Lord. I betake myself to you and worship you, the Primordial One whose lotus-feet are served by Ramā, who are the source of the origin of Śāstras.

(Taken from Wisdom Library )

This is a small portion of Chapter 15 of Vaasudeva Mahatmya from Skanda Purana. The essence of these verses is to talk of how Vishnu is every little and every big thing in this Universe.

There is a constant struggle about whether the Puranas are right or not, through things I have read, that contradict with what I have learned as a child, which clash with some beliefs even- and it is actually very true that they have been interpolated heavily, over the years.

That is why, the first basis of reference and understanding comes from Itihaasa- that which has happened. There are two Itihaasas or epics in Sanatana Dharma, Valmiki Ramayana and Mahabharata. Of course, Harivamsa is included in this list, as it is a khila of the Mahabharata itself.

It sounds a bit crazy when I speak of how Itihaasas come first and yet I posted something from a Purana, does it not? Well, the reason for it is to remind people that Shastras originated from the ParaBrahman- be they Vedas, Upanishads, Itihaasas, Puranas and various other works. And every form of ParaBrahman are the origin of such, based on how one's own Ishta/Aaradhya.

Many months ago, I had asked if I should post something on Sanatana, and finally, I got the time to start. As always, I wondered where to start, and this specific tab was open. Hari, as always, gave me an indication.

I will be much more consistent with posting henceforth, so expect interpretations, rants, aesthetics, story snippets and so on to be shared.

@thelekhikawrites @celestesinsight @krsnaradhika @kaal-naagin @krishnapriyakiduniya @nirmohi-premika @chemicalmindedlotus @whippersnappersbookworm @sakhiiii @ambidextrousarcher @willkatfanfromasia @nspwriteups @dr-scribbler @rupkatha-banerjee @theramblergirl @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @moon-880 @thegleamingmoon Please let me know you thoughts, and do let me know if the rest of you want to be added to the list. 

#krishnabhakti #krishnablr #krishna #shivablr #shiva #shakti #gopiblr #rukmini #satyabhama #radharani #sitarama #ramablr #sanatanablr #mitravinda #kalindi #yamuna #lakshmanaa #bhadra #ramayana #writing sanatana #stories of sanatana #sanatana #sanatana dharma #mahabharata #pandavas #draupadi #nagnajiti #nappinnai #andal #godadevi

[broken-balance-baby]

I'll blow out the candles, happy birthday to me Got your whole life ahead of you, you're only 14 But I fear that they already got all the best parts of me

#my art #i have ONE more piece to do for this mini series of 'bhadra is now olivia rodrigo' stuff #but ill save that in a few weeks time #cuz i still have a cosplay mask to finish LMFAO #far cry 4 #bhadra #fc4 fanart

[blahaj-ch]

request from Lilith

#far cry fanart #far cry games #far cry art #far cry 4 #fc4 fanart #bhadra #sabal #amita

[krsnaradhika]

Hey guys! So there's this book of mine on wp where I publish random os on Shri Radha and the Ashtabharyas. I was planning on the changing former aesthetics and I have finally achieved this feat—

I thought you'd like seeing them—

My Shris 🛐🛐

#radha #rukmini #satyabhama #jambavati #mitravinda #kalindi #bhadra #nagnajiti #lakshmanaa #krishna #kanha #krishnablr #desiblr

[tallymenblesta]

coming back here once again, this isnt a request i just want to ask how would you feel if bhadra shaved her head LMAO

I'm back✨️

I was focusing on school so now that I'm on break I'm free!

I feel like Sabal would totally burst an artery. As for Amita, yeah she effectively screws Bhadra over if Ajay sides with her but I do get the feeling Amita would support her hair cut. I also think that Bhadra would care a little more about what Amita thinks over Sabal, because to a 14 year old girl, he's that way-to-religious uncle, and Amita is that bad-ass aunt.

(Both of those leaders suckkk as role models, duh, but they are what we know as her given "parental figures" aside from the old lady who watches after Bhadra after her parents died.)

#far cry 4 #fc4 #bhadra #buzzcut #bhadra has a buzzcut #this is so late #sorry

[cranky-kyrati]

Hello! Can you share some fic recommendations from AO3 of FC4 fics you like to read/recommend to others? Im new to the fandom so looking for tons of stuff to read while commuting :3

..i compiled a whole list of recs and was nearly done when the editor crashed FML :sob:

Trying again. I mostly read original work at the moment, but off the top of my head, here are some FC4 fics I've enjoyed:

Subjective by @chickenparm (from a request by yours truly): Pagan being a tease :3

false goddesses and their affronts to the king by solivaganteros (@broken-balance-baby): Bhadra and Noore try to survive in a Kyrat led by Ajay and Pagan

I’ll be your well-kept secret (you’ll be the death of me) by @swearingcactus: Mohan character study

man with the midas touch by patho: Pajay, one of the hottest spanking scenes I have EVER read

Cold Home, Warm Arms by BunnyMoss: Yogi & Reggie character study

Freedom by INMH: Ajay saves Bhadra from her fate

Leather by Fuzziestpuppy: Fuzzy writes a lot of good pajay! (this one actually inspired me to write something myself, though not sure if I'll ever be publishing it)

oh, i don't think i'm going home by heck_but_an_account_babeyy: Ajay/Rabi Ray, super sweet

Chinese Emperors Wear Yellow 中国皇帝穿黄色 by AlmesivaMoonshadow: Young Pagan character study

Another kind of by tahanrien: Ajay/Sharma Salsa, very dark

Be sure to check the authors' other works if you enjoy their fics! And to leave kudos ofc ;)

#far cry 4 #fic recs #pagan min #ajay ghale #bhadra #mohan ghale #yogi & reggie #rabi ray rana #noore najjar #far cry

[deputy-ajay-ghale]

Ways to survive Far Cry:

- Don’t be a brown preteen in relative close proximity to a dictator who had one kid and a protagonist of color who earnestly wants to help you

#guess who finished fc6 #far cry 4 #Bhadra #far cry 6 #diego castillo #original post

[somcarrotz]

oh hey, it's been a while, hasn't it? :-)

came back from an unnecessary break, finally finished my finals exam like two weeks ago, but I'm happy to be back

i slowly been losing interest in the far cry series, but I watched some of the far cry gameplay and I feel like liking the game again

here are some of the drawings i drew a while ago :-D

#far cry #far cry 3 #far cry 4 #far cry 6 #ajay ghale #bhadra #dani rojas #diego castillo #chorizo #amita #philly barzaga #jason brody #krita #ms paint #paint tool sai #medibang paint

[lulu2992]

I listened to the Far Cry 4 sound files!

Sadly, all of Ajay’s lines from the main campaign are missing. I don’t have Kalinag’s lines from the Shangri-La missions, either. That said, while I originally extracted 19,197 SPK files, I only got 15,445 WAV files after converting them. Apparently, it’s a known issue and I’m not sure if anyone was able to properly extract and convert the missing files... If you have information on how to fix this, your help would be greatly appreciated!

It doesn’t look like anything else is missing, but I’ll have to double-check to be sure.

I didn’t hear any new or deleted dialog. There are unreleased lines in oasisstrings (text document, available on the Wiki), but the corresponding audio files apparently don’t exist. There were some broadcasts from Pagan and his ministries I had never heard before, but it makes sense because the first thing I did in the game was liberate the Bell Towers.

I didn’t learn much except that, since several people talk about Ishwari and Pagan (or even criticize Mohan), there’s no way the Golden Path didn’t know about them, so they deliberately didn’t tell Ajay the truth. Also, I don’t know if you’ve seen that, but the Wiki says that Raju, at the Chal Jama Monastery, expresses his interest in the young Bhadra and says he would like her to give him five sons. I haven’t found this line, so either it’s one of the files I couldn’t extract/convert properly (but I apparently have the rest of Raju’s lines) or it simply doesn’t exist. Has anyone here actually heard him say that in the game… or were we once again fooled by the Wiki?

#in fact ​I did it a while ago but forgot to post this :’) #so sad I couldn’t hear my favorite ajay line #but happy to find out I hadn’t missed a single one of pagan’s radio calls in my two playthroughs! #far cry 4 #ajay ghale #bhadra #raju #maybe not such a creep after all? #pagan min #ishwari ghale #mohan ghale #yeah so a woman says she thinks he was a misogynist and another that he really wasn’t the great man people say he was #tell me more ladies I’m interested #far cry 4 spoilers

[swearingcactus]

Cleaning up pics cus I finally own an iPad now ahhhh letsfuckingoball.jpeg and gonna save these multi fandom dump here else I’d delete them

#far cry 4 #far cry #cyberpunk 2077 #ajay ghale #sabal #bhadra #dani rojas #Jason Brody #johnny silverhand #kerry eurodyne #lil guy v #I drew this tag

[sambhavami]

Ehi Murare - Bhadra (Part 7)

Bhadra stood at the gate of her royal tent that had been erected at the beach off the shore of Dwarika. As she felt the cold, salty breeze of the ocean on her face, her mind floated back to the rocky terrain of Kaikeya. The roar of the powerful waves crashing on the rocks scared her. She was used to the complacent gurgling of the river Parushni flowing along her chambers in the city of Rajagriha. She was used to the wind beating and howling against the cold mountains, but here the wind too sang a different song. She and her brothers had travelled a long way to come here. It had taken them almost half a year to reach while dodging robbers and enemy kingdoms. They had crossed dark forests and arid deserts. They had laughed and cried on the journey, learned from the people on their way, accepted their heartful gifts, and left some behind. One of her attendants had even got married and settled with her lover in the temple city of Kashi.

Bhadra had not understood why her future husband had insisted that she make this journey before their marriage until she had actually walked it. She had learnt to complain about the sweltering heat and dance in the rain. She had learnt the songs of the local people, and delighted in their delicacies. When she had stopped in Mathura, so many people had come to see her from the adjacent village that she had basically resigned to sleeping in the living room itself. An old lady called Yashoda had also come to see her, barely visible behind the mountain of gifts she had brought. Bhadra had later learnt that this was the foster mother of her future husband. She had doted on Bhadra for a week straight, showering her with love, before they had to bluntly bring up the issue of missing the auspicious date set for the marriage to continue their journey forward. Even then she had followed her chariot to the end of the city, sobbing and on foot. The same chariot, on which Bhadra could barely fit now because of the mountains of snacks Yashoda had packed her for the journey, with tearful promises exacted to save some for her husband too.

---

She stared at the bridge of rocks that led one to the city of Dwarika, an island in the middle of the ocean. The city was barely visible, partially shrouded in a veil of mist. Occasionally, when the sun shone at a particular angle, the entire city lit up, glaring and gleaming at the rest of the world. City of gold, they called it. Bhadra had seen it happen the evening before, but it had intimidated her more than inspiring. Even though her brothers kept encouraging her, she still felt apprehensive looking at the tall spires looming down on her.

She was here to marry the younger prince of the Yadavas. She had only heard stories of the man from her mother Shrutakirti, an aunt of his. Bhadra had always held that stories never could properly gauge a man’s character. This was the reason why despite having heard the multitude of stories singing his praises, she had remained anxious. What if he was as fickle as these impatient waves? What if she made a mistake and he turned out to be as harsh as this jarring ocean that so harshly created the layers of foam atop the rocks? She stared at her friends who were busy picking out seashells at the beach, unaware of the worries that troubled their princess.

Her eldest brother Santardana was standing at a distance very animatedly conversing with their aunt’s son, Arjuna. He had brought the auspicious gifts from the mist-clad island. She had also heard stories about him being very good friends with her soon-to-be husband. In fact, as far as rumours went, those two were inseparable. Only the previous evening her friends were joking, “It’s a two-for-one deal, princess!” She had seen Arjuna only once before this but had never spoken to him. She smiled politely as her brother waved at her. Arjuna came bouncing up to her, "How are you finding this side of the land princess?" He asked her kindly. She again nodded politely. Arjuna smiled, "Don't worry, everyone is a little scared of the Yadavas, myself included," He grinned, "But, I'll introduce you to Subhadra, my wife, and your husband's sister. She's the brightest person of all time, trust me, she'll have you laughing and joking in no time! She actually wanted to come meet you now only, but you know, she's expecting, so we told her not to. Totally our fault!" He laughed a little shyly. Bhadra laughed, genuinely after a long time. She had a hard time believing this young lad was about to be a father himself! Later, she was even more amused to learn that he was a father already, three times over!

---

That evening at the moment when the sun’s last strong rays hit the city of Dwarika, its doors flew open. Every rooftop of the city gleamed with a blinding golden aura and the beaming notes of a thousand conch shells simultaneously filled the air of the beach. Her brother put his arms around Bhadra as he led her out to the edge of the bridge. Bhadra could make out but a vague outline approaching them.

As the figure advanced towards them she could slowly make out more details. His tall crown was the one that gave him the golden aura against the setting sun. A garland of lotuses and tulasi leaves hung from his neck along with the glistening red kaustubha gem. From his slender waist hung a bright yellow garment. As he drew nearer, she could see the peacock feathers dangling from the sides of his crown, playing with his fish-shaped earrings which framed his bright smile along with the dark-blue locks of curly hair. His bracelets bore markings of a snake and bells jingled in his anklets when he walked.

As soon as he was close enough Santardana fell at his feet and Bhadra followed suit. So, this was Krishna! He gently lifted both brother and sister and embraced Santardana. Then he outstretched his palm. Her brother then gently placed her palm on Krishna’s and poured holy water from Parushni and Ganga over both of their palms thus completing the ritual of kanya-daana. Krishna then, retrieving from Arjuna, a garland not unlike his own, placed it around Bhadra’s neck and took her hand.

Understanding his nudge, Bhadra gingerly took one step onto the swaying rocky bridge. Immediately she felt the rocks sway beneath her feet followed by the tightening of Krishna’s grasp on her hands. “Easy now!” He whispered, “Even I didn’t like these waves at first, but eventually they will grow on you.” Bhadra looked up to a quick nod from him. She smiled. She looked into the eyes of her husband. She truly appreciated that he had taken the time to come out and personally escort her into the city. From the distance, various chants could be heard hailing both him and his new queen.

Turning around she waved goodbye to her brothers and friends. Yes, she would miss the solitude of Kaikeya but the ocean no longer frightened her.

#krishna #original writing #fanfic #mahabharata #hindu mythology #ashtabharya #Ehi Murare #bhadra

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

Yuma being a parent in my Shangri-La au in a nutshell:

Yuma, at something Bhadra shows her that she's really excited about: That's dumb.

Bhadra: :(

Noore: Yuma!

Yuma: What?!

*an hour later*

Yuma, apologizing to Bhadra: Look, kid. I'm sorry I said your dumb thing was dumb.

Noore, about to McFreakin' lose it cuz she literally just had this talk with Yuma that she can't call things Bhadra likes dumb even if she thinks it is: Yuma!!

Yuma: Oh, come on!

#far cry 4 #shangri-la au #yuma lau #noore najjar #fc bhadra #fc4 #far cry bhadra #bhadra #bhadra far cry #bhadra fc

[broken-balance-baby]

far cry fantasy au sketches (aka i need to start coloring my concept art 💔)

#my art #far cry 3 #far cry 4 #far cry 6 #s/o to lili for also letting me put in carlos LOL #lunaria custos au #vaas montenegro #jason brody #ajay ghale #dani rojas #dante lai #carlos #bhadra #noore najjar #citra and ajay as bhadra's parents im going to blow something up

[blahaj-ch]

#far cry fanart #far cry games #far cry 4 #fc4 fanart #ajay ghale #fc4 #bhadra