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Guyzzzzzzz! Your girlie is technically graduated! I'm so happy, I could cry.
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sunkissed nahi sun se jhapad kha rahe hain😮‍💨
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My HOD is a sad person. I have yet to see another grown ass man who is so bitter, so insecure, so bloody sick that he just can not speak decently to a student ever. He would look at us like we are the dirt stuck to the sole of his boot. And God save anyone who has to get his signature on any official document even if it is authorized by the college itself. Hell will have to create a new place just for him. I pity the Devil.
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So I have been writing something on the mahabharata and thought to go through some of the popular media versions for inspiration.
[Instant regret intensifies]
I mean sometimes versions of the same thing might inspire you to do something different, I guess. I mean that was my logic but...hoooo mannn.. these are not different interpretations of the epic, these are like the Adipurush script writers had sold whatever they were smoking to the makers of all the tv versions.
I need brain bleach for atleast ninety percent of them.
I'll tell you what my opinions are (I just need to rant, please bear with me)
The StarPlus Mahabharata:
The Good:
Everyone (almost) looks good. Like casting was top notch. Eye candies walking around. The dialogues were pretty good. Some of their creative liberties hit the spot. It was the nicest version made tbf. And also, the best damned decision, SRJ as Krishna. (Say that again with me)
The Bad:
Inaccuracies galore. Also, stop simping so much on Karna. It looks pathetic. Arjun was charming alright but they managed to cut his badass skills to less than a half. My girl...Subhadra. What the hell did they do to you!!!! I hated how they showed her. The casting, the character arc... bleahhh! Duryodhan looked like a cartoonish villain and had little to no depth and Ashwatthama....whyyyyy *cries*
The RadhaKrishna Mahabharata:
The Bad:
Fucking everything. What was the casting? And why did everyone look so miniature? Except Karna and Bheem.. those dudes looked old. The story was shit. Even with their thousand and one fictional overtures. (What the hell was Krishna doing in Matsya during Virataparvam???). Kunti was a typical sasu mom villain. Arjun was a wimp.
The Good:
Sumedh is funny. And the guy playing Arjun looked like a baby. I wanted to pull his cheeks every time he came on screen (I dunno if that is good or just sweet). The only likeable scene was prolly Drau-Arjun making heart eyes at each other in that Mandir (cute couply moment and the bgscore is likable). Subhadra had some personality.
Sony's Suryaputra Karna :
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The makers smoked weed and some combination of technicolour inducing hallucinogenic (most likely sourced from the Adipurush script writers)
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WHAT THE EVER LOVING MIND FUCK WAS THAT?
See, I liked SP's Mahabharata's Karna (Aham Sharma.. ahem ahem) because of the creative liberties taken by the makers to make him likable. I didn't mind all of the inaccuracies. But this? THIS?
[*vomit inducing everything*]
The only two good things :- Dury was handsome (eye candy purposes) and Gautam Rode met his wife (can't help being starry eyed over meet cutes).
Karnasangini
See, at this point, I didn't go there expecting any canonical accuracy but just for creative purposes.
Good:
The sets were pretty. These dudes have money and they showed it (very cleverly copying Ek Dil ek Jaan music by changing the lyrics for Karn-Uruvi bgscore, they thought we won't notice, but we did) so everything was eye pleasing. Bhanumati was again... eye candy pretty. Karna himself (Asim Gulati meri jaan), too tragically pretty. I think this Arjun (baby but with beard, lmfao) was also the same guy as Radhakrishna MB.
Bad:
Uruvi (and I swear its not because I can't tolerate Tejaswini). The girl was the most annoying mc to have ever been written. I couldn't feel anything for her. I couldn't understand jack of what she ever did or spoke. The hypocrisy was sky high.
PS:- I would have totally enjoyed watching a version of Karna's life and the Kauravas pov of the mahabharata, had they made it properly (not whitewashing everyone on their side with fucking plaster while turning the Pandavas into cartoony villains.. sigh). Also I think, this one was adapted from the Kavita Kane book.
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One liners on the book [because, why not]
Arjun Without A Doubt (Sweety Shinde) :-
Literally ArDi fanfiction straight out of wattpad (just better writing to be completely fair) and the authot hated everyone else except Krishna.
Karna's Wife, The Outcast's Queen (Kavita Kane) :-
Could have been interesting had the writing not been so bad. Cartoony antagonist and protagonists and completely amateurish plot creation.
The Fisher Queen's Dynasty (Kavita Kane):-
I actually liked this one. It was a refreshing take on characters not usually written of.
The Rise of Hastinapur, The Winds of Hastinapur, The Rise of Hastinapur (Sharath Komarraju) :-
I liked his style and his storytelling. Wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea though. The characters are very controversially written. (Also, trilogy on the women of mahabharat.. count me in)
The Palace of Illusions (Chitra Banerjee Divakurni) :-
I had high expectations from her but... it fell flat on its face. This was the worst portrayal of Draupadi I have ever come across, anywhere, across any platforms.
The Amar Chitra Katha comics :-
Some of the most authentic retellings of the epic and I truly enjoyed going through all the individual copies and also the full three set volume they had.
The Song of Draupadi (Ira Mukhoty) :-
I loved this one. Very opinionated and very open to interpretation as well. It was a good read.
PS :- I haven't read any of Devdutt Patnaik's books (tbh I dont like the guy very much, as little as I know him from interviews on the internet) and I want to read Ajaya but haven't got around to it. Any more books that I should check out?
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PPS :- All of this has been written from a creative point of view. I did not see any of them for getting to see the actual mahabharata. It was mostly for fun. But now I wish people would make more individual versions of other characters depicting their story (EXCEPT FUCKING KARNA again)
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My 'shastra uthao Parth' moment
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I have seen talking about Jensen and Jared and "myth of personal space" I do not understand? Why is it myth? Is it because of standing close or touching or ? (Sorry for my bad English)
Your English sounds fine to me!
J2 and the Myth of Personal Space is a funny tag people use because of the things you mentioned plus so much more. There is a whole field of research called proxemics that deals with how we use the space around ourselves. We all tend to keep a bubble of personal space around ourselves. We have a tendency to move away from people who invade our personal space. Unless you’re talking about these two:
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I mean, really you can just look at how they choose to stand and sit. It’s always right next to each other, usually with at least some part of them touching- their arms, shoulders, or knees. 
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And then there’s the constant touching too.“There is a primal reassurance in being touched, in knowing that someone else, someone close to you, wants to be touching you. There is a bone-deep security that goes with the brush of a human hand, a silent, reflex-level affirmation that someone is near, that someone cares.” (That’s from a book by Jim Butcher and it reminds me of them.) 
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So you can see why some people feel like they make the idea of personal space into a myth. They certainly don’t need any.
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Btw- generally speaking, personal space is anywhere from 6-24 inches around you. Anything closer than 6 inches is called intimate space. But they clearly don’t even need that little gap in between them.
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And they’re always so casual about it too. Like it’s no big deal at all or they don’t even notice the’re doing it. They should really be a case study for those proxemics researchers. 
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There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.
The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.
Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.
I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)
Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.
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An excerpt from my drabbles gathering dust in my drafts.
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Draupadi gaped at her husband, completely baffled. She just couldn't wrap her head around what he had announced to them all, rather subdued.
The next moment, Vrikodhar and the twins burst out laughing. The entire situation was so bizare that not even Yudhishtir could resist a little smile.
Arjun looked a painful shade of embarrassed and annoyed. He grimaced as his brothers continued expressing their amusement at his predicament.
It was an alien expression on this otherwise perfectly chiselled face.
"Yes, laugh it off. As if being a man, I have no autonomy over my own body. Who would have known that the apsaras of Amaravati have never been refused by anyone in their extremely immortal lives."
Arjun snapped sharply at his chortling brothers and got up fluidly from where he had been sitting on the ground to storm off towards the hut.
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"Forgive them. They didn't mean to sound ingracious or mean."
Draupadi's gentle words nearly made him jump out of his skin. It was because of years of rigorous penance and practice that he could control involuntary reactions to perfection.
One of her husband’s many talents, Krishnaa mused affectionately.
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Arjun almost scrabbled on the dusty ground with a white knuckled grip, stifling the agonized screams from just behind his gritted teeth, through sheer will.
A lesser mortal would have succumbed to the insane pain by now.
His entire body was aflame. It was like his internal structure was changing. Bones snapping and widening and narrowing, muscles tearing and reshaping, organs viscera and glands crumbling and reforming.
His eyes were shut painfully tight as he tried concentrating on a single point in his mind to focus on something else other than the blood curdling agony.
He felt Krishnaa's tear splash on his face. Her soft hands were busy caressing the slowly smoothening lines of his jaw and stroking the shiny, now speedily growing mass of his curls.
"Just a bit more, Arya. It is almost over. Oh God, why did the transformation have to be so painful?"
Her shaky words were choked with anguish and Arjun was sure her eyes were shimmering with tears still. His pain has always hurt her, irrespective of how undeserving he is of her devotion.
He gasped and groaned as waves of agony ripped into him with savagery.
Hell truly hath no fury like a woman scorned.
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His hair was overly grown now, almost as long as Draupadi. It fell in silky tumultuous waves over his sweaty face and heaving body. His fingers felt thinner, his waise narrower, almost delicate, and his hips, undeniably curved. His muscles were there still present but much reduced in sharpness and bulk.
He had always been reedy, a lean fit, but now he felt oddly swan like but also athletic. His chest, though, was the real problem.
He was breathing through his hair, Panchali's saffron saree where he lay half hidden in her lap, and his newly formed breasts, oddly round and heavy, felt crushed and suffocated.
"Breathe husband... breathe. Its over."
Her voice was slightly wobbly but also relieved.
But was he her husband anymore?
What was he? A woman? A man? A eunuch?
Draupadi lifted his strangely silken hair strands, pushing them away gently with her fingers from his face to finally take a look at him.
"My God... you look... so beautiful." she whispered in awe and something else he failed to recognize.
At least he hadn't repulsed her yet.
He felt her lips press gentle, soothing kisses on the planes of his now soft face and even softer jaw.
"Brihannala."she said in a mild whisper, her lips fluttering close to his now even longer eyelashes.
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PS: I dunno, should I write more?
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My God. So true. I'm like really sick of that plotline. Also none of the OCs is worth mentioning. Over inflated opinion about themselves, Karn lovers and Krishna is literally their bestie. I tried reading a few. All of them are same. All. Of. Them. Gahhhh
I NEED mahabharata fan fictions man
Like proper ones.
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I wanna meet all of my Tumblr mutuals 🥹
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A-Z Desi Character Aesthetics: 
A for Arjun, Mahabharata
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Monster
I have winds ripping apart my tattered wings
Like a tornado of retribution in vain
A prophecy of fruitless introspection sings
Like a banshee's howl of abandonment in pain.
For a million years and a million people I have laid claim
Almost an agony lies listless in this conception
Of weaving my fatigued stories of bitter fame
A poisoned ivy strung together in masterful deception.
Oh, do not despair, make no mistake in haste
They are no angels; there never has been
For I have only given them an addictive taste
Of how we become monsters, unmade and unseen
Still, all I am carved of is blood and bone
They scream like starving prisoners beneath my skin
They rip and tear and sob and bemoan
The world's empty platitudes in an unholy din
Once I was made of silk and light
Of sparkling sapphires and spun gold
Stars in my eyes and lips so bright
They whispered of mysteries untold
They desecrated my soul and defiled my love
They scraped me hollow till I was numb
A tragic parody of a haunted phantom from above
Wicked and vile, a monster I have become.
Now I shriek like vultures with hooked beaks
The rot in my veins crawl up like tangerine rust
Scorching like fire and iced like on glacial peaks
Mauled by their raucous cruelty; left in the dust
In the end of all that mattered
Burning in this inferno of lies they weep
For in shards of curdled glass lay scattered
Those merry promises that I couldn't keep.
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Hop in girlies! :3 >>>>>
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Yudh karna tumhara kartavya hain, shastra uthao Parth!
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শুভ নববর্ষ my bengali desiblr ❤️👑
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Uh, am I the only that thinks that "Piya tose Naina Lage re" is so Subhadra-Arjun coded?
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Arjun: *clenching his fists* Fight me!
Krishna, standing behind him, sudarshan chakra in hand: *mouthes* Do not.
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