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orgasming-caterpillar · 28 days

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Mahabharat characaters on Social Media: pt. 1

Yudhisthir

Mostly reblogs "Am I The Asshole?" polls and somehow each with a detailed and insightfully correct answer. Most people just look for his reblog and then vote whatever answer he's deemed right. That's how he earned the nickname "Dharmaraja"

Always explains stuff to the asks he gets and does it very politely so. You could ask him about anything and as long as he knows about it, he'll tell you about it.

Women respector since before 5000BC.

Never annoyed by hate comments on himself. Calls the fuck out of them if they disrespect his brothers.

Bheem

Posts photos of foods he likes.

Always posts about what he's cooking.

Gives gym tips to beginners.

Probably has "never stop bulking 💪" in his bio

Definitely makes it his own duty to teach his mutuals how to cook.

Arjun

Crazy good archery skills. Knows it. Shows them off.

(most people just look at his arm muscles flexing though)

Arjun: Madhav! Look at how famous this post about my archery is getting. I don't understand though. All I did was hit a bull's eye.

Krishna, looking at Arjun in that video being completely shirtless and slicked with sweat, brown skin glowing under the sun: *sweats*

Doesn't understand the thirst comments. ("Madhav what does railing mean and why does this person want me to do it to them?" "Uhm, it means they want you to "train" them haha. It's a slang. Haha." "*Replies to comment* sure I'd love to rail you")

Nakul

Sexy and he knows it.

Thirst traps.

Actually works very hard and always helps people, but he's such a troll that people just think he's a unemployed gymrat pretty boy until he attends some big event and people are like "YOU HAVE A JOB??????"

Loves his fans (I just know he'll heart each and every thirst comment go argue with a wall)

Always tagging his twin in the most random posts (most of them are jumpscares)

Sahdev

Does not want to be here

Always duets the videos nakul sends him and screams at the jumpscares ("I do not like this TRICKERY!" "The ball hit the camera Sahdev it wasn't gonna jump out the phone and hit you in the face" "I am BLOCKING YOU")

The fans love his reactions. He doesn't know, he never checks the comments.

Gives in after some time and creates a no-bullshit self help account to help people manage their life and work more efficiently

Krishn

The definition of Hot Mess™

On every platform he's on, which is every platform that exists, this man is Chaos. One post will be "My wife is so beautiful" and then "I miss Arjun" and then "here's three legal ways to loophole out of a lawsuit" and then a motivation post and then a video of a cute baby cow he saw on the sidewalk.

Pranks the fuck out of everyone and everything (his favourite victim is arjun)

Professional roaster. Has online beef with Shakuni. Insults in the most insufferable way possible you canNOT find a way to insult back it's so annoying cuz then he's like 😇🦚

Cute couple reels with Rukmini

#pt 2 on the way stay tuned #mahabharat #mahabharata #star plus mahabharat #starbharat #krishna x arjun #krishna x rukmini #mahabharat memes #incorrect mahabharat quotes #mahabharat nakul #nakula #arjuna #sahdeva #yudhisthir #bheem #mahabharat bheem #hindu mythology memes #hindu memes

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stxrrynxghts · 7 months

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Music tastes

Arjun

Loves ghazals

Is also trained in how to play veena

Has a thing for sad songs

Nakul

The biggest drama queen around

Has the weirdest playlist

"Alexa, play Tip Tip Barsa Pani"

Krishna

Playlist, what playlist?

Why need songs when you have him

Bursts into random songs at random times

Accepts requests for songs

Balaram

Bathroom singer

Is depriving the world of his immense talent

Was caught singing Ami Je Tomar all alone once

Draupadi

Loves songs from old bollywood films

Likes Michael Jackson A LOT *jealous Bhima noises*

Acts like she is listening to songs, even if she isn't

Subhadra

Has THE Supreme musical taste

Spends hours arranging her playlists

Refuses to buy spotify premium at any costs

Duryodhan

Is the biggest romance smip, won't tell others

"Music? I hate music!" *nervous laugh*

Scared to show interest what if Bhima finds and shames him the way he shamed Arjun

Pradyumna

A genuine music lover

Always sings for his 8 mothers uwu

Was the one who found Balaram singing rumor is that he is still in trauma

Samba

Deletes others playlists for fun

Uses Bhima's spotify premium sneakily

Has recordings of Balaram saved for blackmail

Abhimanyu

Has a workout playlist

Hates Justin Bieber with a burning passion

Takes inspiration from Pradyumna for music because why not

Cries after listening to emotional songs

Uttara

Has classical songs saved (For practice ofc)

Has a mysterious music taste which remains unrevealed *annoying Abhimanyu noises in a corner*

Loves romantic songs but won't tell

#mahabharat #mahabharata #headcanons #modern au #music tastes #abhimanyu #arjun #uttara #subhadra #krishna #draupadi #balaram #pradyumna #nakula

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theramblergal · 10 days

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I think it's sad how there's not many books, or papers, or essays that actually discuss the relationship between Draupadi and the Pandavas.

Like. Come on.

Can people not see how interesting their dynamics can be? Why is it always that we have Draupadi pining after Arjuna alone while ignoring the rest of her husbands, and while Arjuna just goes out there and marries other women? Why is it always Bhima alone who is said to love Draupadi, ignoring everyone else?

Where is the fraught relationship of Yudhishthira-Draupadi? They were emperor and empress and it was him who ruled the empire while she was the main financial advisor. Why don't we see that? Why don't we see them trying to work together—trying to live together and heal from whatever Yudhishthira did to their relationship when he gambled her?

Where are the stories where Draupadi falls just as hard for Bhima as he does for her, and where she fulfils his every wish as he does hers? Where is the tenderness that she has for him, as he does for her?

Where is the friendship that Draupadi and Arjuna must have enjoyed with each other, a quiet kind of love between them that flowered because of and in spite of their friendship? Where are their dynamics with Satyabhama and Krishna, their tight camaraderie in their quartet?

Where is the quiet love and companionship that Nakula and Sahadeva must have had for her, and she for them? Just because it wasn't mentioned in the editions doesn't mean they couldn't have had a relationship where they trusted each other.

Were there times the brothers felt jealous that Draupadi wasn't theirs alone? Were there times a surge of awe and love overwhelmed them when they saw Draupadi navigating the complexities of their relationships?

I could go on and on about this strange little relationship, with one woman in the centre and five brothers bound to her in ties that went beyond their physical bodies.

But their dynamics are so interesting, and it perhaps really needs to be brought to life.

#mahabharata #mahabharat #draupadi #yudhishthira #bhima #arjuna #nakula #sahadeva #krishnaa's pandavas <3 #if you ever saw this before it's from my old blog #shhh you never saw this previously

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h0bg0blin-meat · 10 months

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Bheem: *throwing open the doors to Nakul and Sahdev'a chamber" Wake up! The sun has risen!

Nakul: And what do you want us to do?

Sahdev: Photosynthesis?

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krishna-premi · 11 months

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how i imagine draupadi's relationship was with her husbands

Draupadi Yudhishthir: They both would spend hours reading together. Draupadi was a curious soul and Yudhisthir was more than happy to suggest and talk about books with his beloved wife. They both would spend time next to each other in a comfortable, peaceful silence. They would sometimes meditate together too. Yudhisthir would leave books around her with small letters inside.

Draupadi Bheema: Draupadi quickly realised the easiest way to Bheema's heart was through cooking for him and that's what she did. Bheema would help her cook a lot. Bheema would often bring fruits and leave them around her as gifts. Bheema would always be around to protect her no matter what. I also believe Draupadi caressed his cheeks a lot idk why I think that but I do.

Draupadi Arjuna: We all know she was in love with him the most. She would sneak glances at him from time to time. Arjuna too looked at her when she wasn't looking. He would accompany her to the temple a lot and would put gajra in her hair. Because he was a shy soul he found it difficult to hold a conversation but you would always find them glancing when the other isn't looking and giving each small smiles across the room.

Draupadi Nakula: They both talked only sometimes, small conversations, little pranams when they saw each other. Nakula would sometimes trach her basic medicines and herbs too. One thing they did was take a stroll in the garden together. They would walk next to each other but still having distance in between and would admire the flowers around them. Nakula too would bring her gajras but he was too shy to pin them in her hair so he would just keep it next to her hoping she'd understand.

Draupadi Sahadev: Being the youngest among the five brothers, Sahadev got the most love by his brothers but also a lot of trying to be as good as them. He would joke around Draupadi a lot and they had a playful relationship with each other. Draupadi laughed most openly around Sahadev and he cherished these private moments of happiness with his wife. Draupadi would also help Sahadev to be more confident as he often felt that he lacked strength and skills as compared to his brothers.

This is my personal interpretation of their relationships. I feel like sometimes they would all hangout together and all five of them would being gifts for Draupadi. Idk this is so fulfilling to me.

#mahabharata #draupadi #yudhishthir #bheema #arjuna #nakula #sahadeva #desiblr

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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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musingsonthemahabharata · 8 months

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main characters from the Mahābhārata, part V: Nakula & Sahadeva! to me, they are the unsung Pāṇḍavas. not much is known about them mainstream-wise as opposed to the other three brothers - which is unfortunate as they are such interesting characters! i compiled my favourite (and, in my opinion, most fascinating) facts about them in this series, such as:

Sahadeva, the youngest of the brothers, has the gift of sight, which he gains at Paṇḍu's funeral by eating a piece of his corpse that was carried by ants

Nakula can communicate with animals and is especially adored by horses. Draupadī names him the most beautiful man on Earth; after her disrobing, he veils his face as they depart for exile so women do not see his beauty and do not grieve him too harshly

& many more!

artwork credit: Vamchi Vams. (sadly, not much art has been created of them either!)

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harinishivaa · 9 months

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Not me just falling in love with Keshava over and over...

His friends and officers, each separately and all together, approaching him said,--'The time hath come, O exalted one, for thy sacrifice. Let arrangements, therefore, be made without loss of time.' While they were thus talking, Hari (Krishna), that omniscient and ancient one, that soul of the Vedas, that invincible one as described by those that have knowledge, that foremost of all lasting existences in the universe, that origin of all things, as also that in which all things come to be dissolved, that lord of the past, the future, and the present Kesava--the slayer of Kesi, and the bulwark of all Vrishnis and the dispeller of all fear in times of distress and the smiter of all foes, having appointed Vasudeva to the command of the (Yadava) army, and bringing with him for the king Yudhishthira just a large mass of treasure; entered that excellent city of cities. Khandava, himself surrounded by a mighty host and filling the atmosphere with the rattle of his chariot-wheels. And Madhava, that tiger among men enhancing that limitless mass of wealth the Pandavas had by that inexhaustible ocean of gems he had brought, enhanced the sorrows of the enemies of the Pandavas. The capital of the Bharata was gladdened by Krishna's presence just as a dark region is rendered joyful by the sun or a region of still air by a gentle breeze. Approaching him joyfully and receiving him with due respect, Yudhishthira enquired of his welfare. And after Krishna had been seated at ease, that bull among men, the son of Pandu, with Dhaumya and Dwaipayana and the other sacrificial priests and with Bhima and Arjuna and the twins, addressed Krishna thus,--

'O Krishna it is for thee that the whole earth is under my sway. And, O thou of the Vrishni race, it is through thy grace that vast wealth had been got by me. And, O son of Devaki, O Madhava, I desire to devote that wealth according to the ordinance, unto superior Brahmanas and the carrier of sacrificial libations. And, O thou of the Dasarha race, it behoveth thee, O thou of mighty arms, to grant me permission to celebrate a sacrifice along with thee and my younger brothers. Therefore, O Govinda, O thou of long arms, install thyself at that sacrifice; for, O thou of the Dasarha race, if thou performed the sacrifice, I shall be cleansed of sin. Or, O exalted one, grant permission for myself being installed at the sacrifice along with these my younger brothers, for permitted by thee, O Krishna. I shall be able to enjoy the fruit of an excellent sacrifice.'

Thank you, Sabha Parva, Mahabharata, for doing this to me. This is from KMG translation of the Northern Recension of Mahabharata.

And thank you for all the analysis and citations that have now enabled me to start with Mahabharata.

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Tagging people I think will be interested, let me know if I should add you to this in the comments or in DM.

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skyred-blog · 6 months

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Yudhisthira and Bhisma have a deep conversation about dharma:

No one:

Really no one at all:

Nakula: Sword is cooler than bow, change my mind.

#mahabharata #I laugh so much at that part #and Bhisma really answered him #truly the grandfather of kurus #Sahadeva pls give ur brother a brain cell #I really want to see more about the twin #also Nakula as Saber for the Pandavas side fight me #nakula

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hum-suffer · 8 months

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Hey! I don't know if you take requests or not but can you write a short anecdote on Nakul and Karenumati?

Anywhoo, you're an AMAZING writer!

Hello!!! Thank you so much, you're so very sweet, love! And of course, I'd love to write for these two dorks.

Three clues of falling

1. Nakul never expected to fall in love with his second wife. Karenumati and he had several differences, their respective ages being the most glaringly obvious. With years and bruises of the forest dwelling ages, he had mellowed, and he had been afraid that a young wife would not understand him.

But he didn't know how wrong he had been.

The first difference he learnt by himself, is that Karenumati dog ears all the books she reads. Nakul has never, in his life, ever read for pleasure. The medical books he reads, he keeps them meticulous and as clean as a recently written book would look. She reads for pleasure and the tales often dance from romance to courage to pain to horror.

The first time he found her in their bed chambers, face down and sniffles loud, he had almost panicked himself to death. The book lying beside her was of no concern to him as he touched her for the first time in three months and held her hand, kneeling on the ground to ask her what was wrong.

She'd leant into the touch and sighed,"I wish love didn't have to be so filthily mocked." Even more questions had darted in his mind and fear gripped his body faster than an arrow— had he seen wrong? Was she unhappy with their union? Did she love someone else?

Panic that coloured him spilt on her too. She read his face and protested,"No, my lord! This story, this story I was reading, it did not have an... amenable ending and I was upset about that fact, is all!"

The sigh of relief he had let out should have clued him about something.

2. The other difference between them was more subtle and took too long to catch up but Nakul is nothing if not persistent.

She abhorred the colour red.

Her wedding outfit was the only one that was ever red in her closet and Nakul wouldn't have noticed the fact, if not for her enthusiasm when she told him of every outfit she bought. A plethora of pinks and yellows, more mellowed blues and greens, starker whites and even glittering blacks. No reds.

"I brought this for you, Renu," he'd said to her, gifting her a golden hued scarf that had her name shakily handwoven. He'd tried his best but medical needles are way better suited in his hands than sewing needles. The scarf had been stark gold enough that a bright red of her name stood out— he blamed this on Panchali, she'd mentioned that the colour scheme would look good and he, as always, followed her advice blindly.

Karenumati took the scarf from his hands gingerly and fingered her name. "Thank you, my dearest," when my lord changed to my dearest had always been a question to him but he did not need an answer to that. She'd been changed from my lady to Renu. "But it is incomplete."

Her hand, so much smaller than his, enclosed around his wrist as she pulled him to sit on their bed. "How is my name ever complete without yours beside it?"

That night, she told him why she hated red. Because it reminded her of everyone her father had executed, because she had been forced to watch those executions, because blood had never been a sight welcome.

That night, he apologized to her, hand in her scented hair. "I'm sorry, Renu," he said, all the formalities forgotten,"I'll sew our names into another cloth. With another stitch."

"No," she'd murmured, lips pressed to his shoulder,"I've started liking this red in your light."

The way he removed almost all of his red clothes from his closet, should have clued him.

3. The third and the biggest difference between the two of them was that while he had mellowed over the years, he became eccentric with her.

An excursion well onto the middle of Indraprasth should have been a good example for them. Anything that Karenumati picked up with a thoughtful look and later put down, Nakul kept a line of. Every shop they went to, every thing she called beautiful, he knew. A memory that never faded was extremely useful in his endeavours, for he intended for his wife to have everything she liked.

The gold cummerband that she'd gifted him last year on his birthday made an obvious click with his every step and he yet wore it everyday to see her laugh. He suspected she'd gifted him that mainly to let her be aware of his presence since he had developed a habit of surprising her.

He had been so engrossed in paying attention to his wife, who flitted from place to place like a butterfly, her green and blue saree marking her the queen of butterflies, that he did not pay attention to just where she'd been leading him. The sight that greeted him when the sun was about to tumble to his own abode was as beautiful as a nymph.

His wife, his young wife who he'd been worried would never understand him, took him to a field of tulips, none red. His favourite flowers danced along the breeze and the orange of the Sun looked nothing as beautiful as rows and rows of the flowers. And none of the flowers looked as beautiful as his wife.

Karenumati grinned at him,"A very happy birthday to you, my dearest."

"Thank you, my love."

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Arjuna felt a sharp pang in his heart, as he stopped to breathe. The chilly wind was taking its toll. His curly dark hair, now streaked generously with white, rode upon the current of cold air descending from the mountains farther. Having spent his early formative years in humble dwellings on a mountain just like this, Arjuna had not expected to be overwhelmed by the harsh weather. However, the long years spent on the plains, entangled in the serpentine politics of the land of the many rivers, seemed to have knocked from him the tolerance to nature's many whims developed in his youth.

Hearing a blunt noise he turned back with a jolt. His heart skipped a beat out of shock. At some distance downstream, Draupadi lay unconscious on the snowy trail. Bheema rushed past Arjuna along with their twin brothers. They had hardly reached her when Yudhishthira's voice reverberated down the stiff slope, "Leave her. This is the Lord's wish!" Arjuna wanted to run down to where she lay, and wrap her in his arms. You all go walk your death march, he wanted to say, she and I will find our own path! Every fibre of his being wished to protest against the King's order, but Arjuna felt as though his feet were frozen to the ground. Years and years of devotion, and servitude to the head of the family seemed to hold him in place.

"But why?" Bheema yelled back.

"Despite having made an oath before the sacred fire, she has not treated all five of her husbands equally. All her life she has been partial to Arjuna. Leave her there!" Yudhishthira declared as he resumed walking.

Arjuna wished to scream and deny the accusation, but no words came out of his mouth. Before his eyes, he saw a much younger version of the woman lying on the ground.

"Nothing pleases me but you, Phalguni!" She had pleaded with him to stay. He had been on his way out then, going towards Amaravati, to meet his divine father.

"This is highly improper of you Krishnaa! You are a wife of all five brothers, such a crude display of emotion towards one of us doesn't suit your status!" He had said without even looking back. Arjun tried hard to remember. Had he not wanted to turn back right that instant? Oh, how their life would have been if he had simply held her hand in his and ran away? Instead, he had steeled his heart and pushed her away. All their life, he had pushed her away, all to preserve the illusion that neither he nor she regretted having agreed to share Draupadi among all five brothers. And now, even after an entire lifetime of holding back, they stood accused of the same crime.

He looked back at the pallid face of his beloved, now lying in a dusty, snowy slurry in the middle of the road. Petite snowflakes fell gently upon her closed eyelids, like morning dew on freshly bloomed flowers at dawn. Bheema sat down on the ground, cradling her unconscious frame in his strong arms, whispering a lullaby Arjuna had heard so many times.

After their father's death, when their mother would still sit numb with grief, while Yudhishthira would talk to the many rishis that came to offer condolences, Bheema would pull the younger three to another room, singing that same tune as he lulled them to sleep. He had learnt it from some locals who lived further up the mountain. Bheema would repeat the lullaby several times, almost like a hymn, even after his brothers would be fast asleep. Even when they wandered aimlessly from forest to forest after escaping the burning house at Varnavart, this meagre tune served as their only tie to their previous life. The first time Bheema taught the lullaby, he shared it with Hidimba, his first wife, as they together lulled their son Ghatotkacha to sleep. Eventually, he went on to teach it to all the Pandava wives, and eventually the wives of their children. The last one to learn the song from him was princess Uttara, on whose shoulder now rested the very future of the Kuru dynasty. Will she remember to teach it to her son?

After a long time, Bheema finally rested Draupadi's slack head on a small boulder. He picked up some stones and set them all around her, like a protective lakshmana rekha. He selected a sharper rock, carefully placing it within her palm. "What if she wakes up and there comes a wild animal charging her way?" He said in a hoarse voice.

Then silently, the brothers followed King Yudhishthira who was already far ahead.

Only a little farther along the trail, Sahadeva crashed onto the ground. Nakul fell beside his brother, desperately running his palm through his brother's hair, trying to coax his twin to his feet. Sahadeva, however, lay quiet, like his entire life. He had never been one to cause a commotion, preferring to fade into shadows. He squeezed his brother's hand, in silence. Go! Sahadeva gestured silently. With a heavy heart, Nakula followed his brothers.

"He prided himself upon unparalleled wisdom. Come!" Yudhishthira called back.

Arjuna had never been as close to the twins as he was with his older brothers. The twins were always encompassed in a cocoon of their own, a space so private that even their older brothers were not allowed in. Arjuna's mind wandered back to the time when they had come newly to Hastinapur. He remembered how he had taught the two of them to hold a bow straight and to shoot with precision. He had been dismayed to find their interest in archery did not quite match up to Arjuna's. Eventually, he had learned to rejoice when they understood his lessons on archery and extrapolated the same into honing their swordsmanship, defeating Arjuna in that area quite easily.

After some while, Nakula found himself unable to walk any farther. He sat down under an outgrowing rock and weakly smiled back at Arjuna and Bheema, who wept silently. When did our little Nakula grow up so much, wondered Arjuna, that he welcomes death with a smile? He wanted to run to him and wrap him in his arms as he used to when Nakula would occasionally wake up with nightmares after Duryodhana had tried to poison Bheema.

"Why him? What did he ever do to anyone?!" questioned Bheema.

"He was vain on account of his beauty!" replied Yudhishthira, still stone-faced.

Wiping away his tears Arjuna forced himself along the trail once more. What was that?! Was that a flower on the side of the trail? Arjun looked down. There was! A lone flower sprouting from the snow. He bent down to examine the flower. To his surprise, he did not see it anymore. It must be here somewhere! He thought as he carefully advanced down the side of the cliff. Suddenly he lost balance and found himself falling into nothingness.

With a jerk, he found Bheema's strong arm grasping his hand.

Then the gale bore down Yudhishthira's voice, "Leave his hand, Vrikodara!"

Arjun shook his head vigorously. "Please, no!" He whispered, pleading with his brother.

"Why?!" Screamed Bheema at Yudhishthira.

"He suffers from vanity. He thinks there is no greater warrior than him in this world. Let him go, I command you!"

Arjun silently shook his head through tears as he felt Bheema's grasp weaken, and then disappear. He shut his eyes as he felt his body roll down the cliff, sharp rocks and stray branches cutting through his sides. Finally, he came to rest upon a boulder near the bottom.

His entire body ached from the wounds. He was barely conscious, yet he reached out hither and thither looking for some semblance of support. From his studies of ayurveda he knew that now, without any medicine to soothe his wounds, he would hallucinate, hanging on the very thread of life and death, until Yama-deva descended kindly to take him away. He sighed.

A smile crept through his pain, as he felt a familiar arm wrap around him. Krishna's honeyed voice emerged beside him enveloping his very soul, "What is there to fear, Partha?" Arjun tried his best to reply, but he found himself too tired. "It's alright." Krishna shushed him, "I'm right here. I never left you in life, my Partha, and I am not leaving now."

A wave of peace washed over Arjuna. He smiled. He laid his head down on his friend's shoulder as a scintillating light drowned out the entire landscape, and he fell asleep.

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