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Meenakshi Temple

Main Gate of Meenakshi temple, Madurai

The Meenakshi Temple (Arulmigu Meenakshi Sundaraswarar Temple) is an historic Hindu temple located on the southern bank of the Vaigai River in the temple city of Madurai, Tamil Nadu, India. It is dedicated to the goddess Meenakshi, a form of Shakti, and her consort, Sundareshwarar, a form of Shiva.

An aerial view of the compound from the top of the southern gopuram, looking north.

The north tower of the temple

Meenakshi temple has 14 colourful gopura (entrance towers). These are gateways to various shrines and mandapas.

The Airakkal Mandapa (Thousand Pillars Hall) of the Great Pagoda

Carved pillar - Female Musician playing an alapini vina or Kinnari vina in the Thousand Pillars Hall

The massive temple is enclosed by high walls entered through soaring gopuras, or gateway towers. Inside are colonnades, columned mandapas (halls, some of which were used for shops, storerooms, and stables), a sacred tank, lesser shrines, and, at the centre, the two main shrines to Sundareswarar and Meenakshi. The gopuras are some of the most elaborately decorated in India. Brightly painted, they are completely covered with figures of divinities, celestial beings, monster masks, guardians, and animal mounts. The tallest of the 14, the southern gopura, rises to more than 170 feet

View of the temple from the west-side tower

Looking up at the South Tower

Meenakshi Temple

Vishnu (left) gives away his sister and bride Meenakshi's hand into the waiting hand of groom Shiva. The temple commemorates this legend every year with a festive procession.

Thousand-Pillared Hall, 16th century

Another view...

Golden tower (shikhara) of the Madurai Meenakshi temple

The Meenakshi from behind the Temple Pool

Golden Lotus in the temple pool.

Meenakshi temple decorated for the Navarathri festival.

Navaratri is an annual Hindu festival observed in honor of the goddess Durga, an aspect of Adi Parashakti, the supreme goddess. It spans over nine nights and ten days

Temple at Madura photographed in 1860 by Francis Frith

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New Discoveries at Ta Prohm Temple by ANA Team

ANA and ASI uncover 100 laterite pieces at Ta Prohm, advancing restoration and study of the temple's foundation and ancient construction techniques.

via Khmer Times, 08 February 2024: The Apsara National Authority and the Archaeological Survey of India have made significant progress in the restoration of Ta Prohm temple’s Southern Gate in Angkor Archaeological Park, uncovering nearly 100 pieces of laterite and assessing the gate’s foundation. The Apsara National Authority (ANA), the state agency in charge of managing the Angkor Archaeological…

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#Angkor Archaeological Park #APSARA National Authority #Archaeological Survey of India #gopura #laterite #restoration / reconstruction #Ta Prohm (temple)

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indiantiquest · 2 years

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. . Antique Auspicious rare Maha Lakshmi Ther Kaavadi with God etched panel featuring Godess of wealth Lakshmi Devi in seated stance on a lotus, with two attendants all shown inside the dravidian gopura structure, the adjoining base rest which features full intricate fine details carved in, the top features a dravidian temple gopura pattern meticulously carved...Its is a handmade set carved out of Ven marudhu wood stained dark . . The Kavadi Attam is the sacrificial offering performed by devotees to Lord Murugan during the auspicious festival day of Thaipusam. The Kavadi itself is a physical burden through which the devotees implore offering prayers for fulfiled or some future requirements from Lord Muruga. The kaavadi is reveared as a channel of communion with the lord & every family of kaavadi bearers treasure Kaavadi equivalent to gods display them in pooja with floral offerings . . Dimensions 18 inches tall 8 inches wide 2 inches thick . . 🛒Now on Sale 🛃Check📏 Dimensions for size 📮 DM for 🏷 Fair Price ✅Booking on full payment only 🚚Free Shipping all🇮🇳 ✈Safe Shipping 📦 Worldwide 🌎 . GST Regd, MSME Regd, Regd TM , IEC Certified . . #indiantiquest #antiquestore #lakshmi #antiquekaavadi #walldecor #antiquegods #antiquesforsale #vintagevignettes #kaavadi #gopura #gods #hinduism #kaavadiaatam #tamilnadu #walldecor #wallhanging #wallmount #decor #desi #diy #classic #rareantiques #plaque #wallmount #wallart #woodcarving #woodphotoprops #mahalakshmi (at Indian Antique Quest) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfDbb5MAETg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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todaytamilnews · 1 year

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சென்னையில் ஓட்டலில் தங்கியிருந்த 4 பேரிடம் போலி கைத்துப்பாக்கி, கோபுர கலசம் பறிமுதல் | Fake Pistol and a Gopura Casket were Seized from 4 People who were Staying at a Hotel on Chennai

சென்னை: சென்னையில் ஓட்ட��ில் தங்கியிருந்த 4 பேரிடம் போலி கைத்துப்பாக்கி, கோபுர கலசத்தை போலீஸார் பறிமுதல் செய்தனர். மேலும், அவர்களிடம் தீவிர விசாரணை மேற்கொண்டு வருகின்றனர். சென்னை கோயம்பேடு ஆம்னி பேருந்து நிலையம் அருகில் உள்ள விடுதி அறையில் சந்தேகப்படும்படியாக சிலர் தங்கி இருப்பதாக கோயம்பேடு போலீஸாருக்கு ரகசியத் தகவல் கிடைத்தது. அதன்பேரில், அந்த விடுதிக்குச் சென்ற போலீஸார், அங்கிருந்த 4 பேரைப்…

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fangirlshrewt97 · 2 years

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Tale As Old As Time... (Part 4)

Well the response to this fic continues to overwhelm. I cannot remember the last time my brain was producing this much seratonin and dopamine. I am over the moon, truly thanks to each and every one of you who has taken the time to read and comment on this story. All the love you are sending my way is being sent straight into my brain and converted into more of this story. I still do not know how long this story will be, but rest assured we are still very much at the start.

And before we go to today’s chapter, I just need everyone to please go and see @ssabriel’s absolutely insane and breathtaking masterpiece rendition of a scene from Part 1, which can be found here.

Thank you for reading all this, now onto the story...

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Bhairava dropped like a puppet with its strings cut as soon as the door slammed behind the King. He gripped at table’s edge as he tried to control his panicked breathing. What the hell had he been thinking?

He ran a hand through his hair, wincing as his scalp pulled at the harsh treatment. He could feel phantom fingers still threaded through the strands.

He felt his heart racing, and saw his hands trembling. He covered his face, closing his eyes. Only to open them when those furious onyx eyes flashed behind his eyelids.

Since he had stepped into the dining room he had been unsure whether he was walking towards his death. Those eyes had rendered his mind blank, and he had moved out of habit.

God help him, what was going to happen next? He glanced up at the feast in front of him, barely touched. At his own plate, which did not look nearly as inviting. At the King’s full plate.

Why hadn’t he just kept his mouth shut?

Those eyes. It had been those eyes. They were even darker than he had been dreaming about. He had felt stripped bare, utterly helpless and powerless against their fire. He had felt every inch the prey, but all he had wanted to do was tilt his throat in submission.

He reached his hand out blindly, finding the goblet the King had filled for him and downed it in one go. It was sweet and heavy, and made the world go woozy for a second.

His hands were still shaking when he set the cup down. He struggled to stand upright, to not let his knees buckle.

He looked to the door the King left through. He doubted the man would return.

Bhairava turned and walked through his usual entrance, keeping his head ducked as the guards silently took him up to his rooms. They switched the paths constantly, and the corridors looked just similar enough that Bhairava was not able to draw any kind of mental map about his route to or from his room.

The door shut behind him, and he stood lost in the threshold. He went to the balcony, biting his lip to keep from crying out as the cold wind bit into his skin. He was barefoot, and the stone floor was cold as ice. Still he walked to the edge. If he leaned forward he could make out part of the city. The tall gopura of the main Shiva temple. The walls that stretched between the small mountain pass which gave entry into the city.

All these days he spent waiting to see if the wolf would chase him, if the viper would strike him when he got distracted. And ultimately he poked the beast. Ultimately, he had been willing to be caught. He had practically offered himself on a platter. Was he to die tomorrow? Would the King start a war after he killed him? Would he keep him alive and make him watch?

He clawed at his face. He had taken a knife to a King! He was lucky the man hadn’t broken his neck then and there.

He paused. The King hadn’t broken his neck. He could have though. So easily. With his broad hands, each of which could easily wrap around Bhairava’s throat. Could have killed him with the strength he had displayed as he had yanked Bhairava up with barely a grunt, like he barely weighed anything.

Bhairava was a soldier, and young, and strong. He was fast and clever and confident in his skills.

But the King? Bhairava shivered for a reason entirely unrelated to the cold. In fact he felt warmth take over his chest as he recalled the way the King’s touch seemed to burn.

The King was …menacing. An aura around him akin to the most deadly predator. He was large, with shoulders that dwarfed Bhairava’s own, and a chest as wide as a tree trunk. His every move was filled with surety, and his attitude made it clear he knew he was the most powerful person in that room. There was no doubt he was also the most dangerous person in the room. In any room. He did not need a crown, or to be bedecked in gold and diamonds, wearing loud silks and heavy embroidery for anyone to recognize him for what he was.

Bhairava retreated into the room when his teeth started to chatter, his feet feeling like blocks of ice.

He wandered into the bathroom. The waters were lukewarm, but it was still blissful after the bitter cold of the balcony. He stripped out of his clothes, sinking into the waters with a groan. He inhaled a deep breath and dunked into the water.

Onyx eyes like a new moon night with no stars flashed in his mind.

He gasped as he shot out of the water, coughing as he tried to expel some water he had accidentally swallowed. He leaned over the marble stairs, staring at the distorted reflection that rippled as water dripped from his hair. For just a second, the reflection seemed to change to resemble the King’s face.

Bhairava dragged a hand down his face, ending by slapping it against the small puddle. He pulled himself out of the water, drying himself before entering the bedchamber. He pulled out one of the dhotis he had discovered in the back of the shelves, and a cotton kurta, dressing quickly. He rubbed the towel through his hair vigorously, wringing out as much water as possible.

The room was already cooling faster as a result of how long Bhairava had stayed out with the balcony doors open. He made his away across the room to crawl under the covers. Then stilled. He glanced at the silk rope that held the curtains against the posts. He untied them, breath still coming out in gasps as one by one the heavy curtains blocked out the world outside. Even the light seemed unable to penetrate the thick material.

He sat in the middle of the bed, hands curling into the soft blankets. He closed his eyes, despite not being able to see anything anyways. He shivered when he felt a palm threading itself through his hair. A finger running down his cheek.

And there, in a dark bubble of his own creation, Bhairava let himself reach between his legs, onyx eyes watching over him from inside his own head.

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When Bhairava woke the next morning, it was to a pounding headache and complete disorientation. Sweat was sticking to his skin and the bed smelled of …

Bhairava shot up, mortified as the memory of last night filtered into his sleep-hazy brain.

What the hell was wrong with him? He crawled to the edge of the bed, misjudging the length and ended up nearly sprawling on the floor as he tripped on the bed’s canopy curtains. The sudden influx of light blinded him temporarily, as he blinked rapidly to adjust.

He clutched at the bedsheets he had dragged over the side, as he fought to orient himself, taking deep breaths till the world came into focus. The room… looked the same. The lights from the high arched mosaic windows radiated heat. Just how long had Bhairava slept?

He found his customary breakfast tray had been placed on the table instead of by his bed. Just as well, with what had just happened, that tray would have likely ended up on the floor.

Vigorously rubbing his hands against his face, he slapped himself for good measure.

Last night…last night were the delusions of a madman facing down the noose. Nothing else.

Onyx eyes flashed in his mind again. He whimpered. God help him.

He somehow amassed the will to get up and bathe again, changing into the usual cotton tunic and pants he had been left. Except this time there were accompanied by a sturdy pair of slippers. Since he had come, he had only been wearing the same soft-soled black slippers. He toweled at his hair.

A knock at the door startled him. Clutching at the towel, he approached the door. No one had yet knocked before.

He tried the door handle. Gasped when he found it swinging open.

The advisor stood on the other side. A tall man in a turban stood behind him. He raised an eyebrow at Bhairava’s state of dress, making the younger man blush. “The King has said you are to be shown around the capital. It is not a task that can be accomplished in one day, nor do I have that much time to spare as a caretaker. This is Tapan, he will be your escort. You will listen to what he says. If you attempt to escape, you will not like the consequences. Are we clear?”

For the second time in as many days, Kala Bhairava felt his head spin. He had been so certain he would not get to see sunset today, but now he was to see the city? What did that even mean?

A snap focused his attention back to Kaaka who let the slightest hint of annoyance slip past his impassive mask. “Get ready quickly. Wear something appropriate of a guest of a king.”

Kaaka turned sharply and walked away. Tapan was staring curiously at him, but maintained his soldier’s pose, straight backed and arms folded behind him.

He inclined his head. “My lord.”

Bhairava choked. “I am no lord! Just, just call me Bhairava. Please.”

Tapan looked confused for a minute, before nodding hesitantly. “As you wish my- Bhairava garu.”

Bhairava made a helpless sound and left the door cracked open as he stumbled to the wardrobe. What was going on right now? He stopped before the mirror.

He slapped himself once to make sure he wasn’t actually already dead and having some bizarre afterlife hallucination.

Damn it.

Bhairava removed the clothes he had been wearing, quickly changing into a long sleeved yellow kurta and white pyjamas. He grabbed one of the white scarfs to tie into a sash around his middle. Remembering the slippers he had been left that morning, he wore them, and went to the door.

Tapan was outside, leaning against the railing with his eyes closed. He was wearing a green kurta with a red and black vest, with a black sash tied around his middle. His turban matched the maroon of his vest. His pants were simple black cotton, and he wore similar study slippers. His black hair was completely covered by the turban. He had a handsome face, straight nose and sharp cheeks. Fierce look about it. Not the kind you would want to brawl.

At the sound of the door, he turned to see Bhairava, before frowning. “You will leave your hair like that?”

Bhairava ran a hand through his locks. “What do you mean?”

“It is customary here for men to tie their hair up in at least half a turban when they go outside. But if you do not wish to, I suppose you do not need to.”

“Oh,” Bhairava said dumbly. “I-uh, do not think I have any cloths to use as turbans?”

Tapan scratched his head. “Would it be alright if I checked? I can’t imagine Maharaj did not leave you some.”

“Maha…” Bhairava blinked as he stepped to the side, allowing the taller man to enter the room. As Tapan searched through the wardrobe, Bhairava’s mind raced. The King had chosen these clothes he had been wearing? Why? Did that mean these belonged to him? But no, they wouldn’t fit him. The jewellery then? It certainly was finer than anything he could have owned.

Bhairava was deep in thought when Tapan emerged with a victorious grin, a shimmering golden cloth in his hand. “See, I knew Maharaj would have left you a few pieces, there is a whole pile of them in the upper shelf. Do you want me to tie it for you?”

Bhairava flushed faintly as he grabbed the cloth. “No need, I know how to do it.”

Tapan shrugged. “Let me know when you are done.”

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The last time Bhairava had stepped foot outside the palace had been to bid Mithravinda goodbye. The day had been gloomy and cold. Today the sun was shining down on them, a warm heat that made him want to curl up and sleep. In the light of the midday sun, the palace looked less menacing too, the black stone instead turning to a slate grey that gave the place a look of antiquity.

The guards stared at him as he walked with Tapan, but didn’t say anything. Bhairava glanced at his escort. He was taller than him by a good head, and obviously a trained guard, with the way his eyes were constantly scanning their surroundings. He held himself in a deliberately relaxed position, and his sash hung down his left side. Bhairava would bet anything Tapan was carrying at least a small knife if not a short machete.

“So, do you have somewhere you want to start?”

“Uh…Bhairava blanked. Start? He still had no idea what was the purpose of this whole charade. “Nothing in particular.”

Tapan shrugged. “Would you mind if we went to the market then? My sister’s birthday is coming up and I still have not bought her anything. Not had a lot of time.”

“Sure.” Bhairava agreed, relieved to not have to choose.

Tapan walked at a slow pace, not complaining as Bhairava trailed behind him, gaping at everything around him. Bhairava had just extrapolated his thoughts about the kingdom from the brief period he had spent hunting down the princess’s location. That had always been in the cover of the night.

But now, in the morning, the city was a thriving metropolis, filled with people haggling and joking. A few drunks being kicked out of a drinking establishment that Tapan shooed away. Kids shrieking with laughter as they chased after some equally delighted puppies. Mothers rocking their babies, and old men sitting in verandas, chewing pan as they gazed at the rest of them. Where was the miserable hell?

“Just around this turn.” Tapan mused before leading them into a massive open square. A long shadow fell over them, Bhairava leaning his head back to see the top of the magnificent temple gateway.

“Tapan garu?” Bhairava asked as they passed the massive wooden gates of the temple. He could spy a large horde of people stringing up flowers and positioning diyas around the temple scaffolds. “Is there a function about to happen?”

Tapan stopped, turning to look at him puzzled. “It will be Shivaratri tomorrow, Bhairava garu.”

“Shiv- already?” Bhairava muttered, mentally doing a quick calculation. He had already been here two weeks. “That’s what they are decorating the temple for?”

Tapan hummed. “King Raavan is as big a devotee of Shiva as the original King Raavana. He insists that Shivaratri be celebrated grandly each month. It’s also the one night a month he will come down to the city without fail. He leads the poojas.”

Bhairava felt stunned. “I…I didn’t realize he was so… religious.”

“No one expects him to be. He is a strong believer in Mahadev, but he doesn’t show it through vibooti or sindhoor. But you should see this city during the days leading up to Mahashivaratri. It is stunning.”

“Yes…I can see that.” Bhaivara agreed. “What else happens during Shivaratri?”

“There is always a feast at the temple, the King orders the palace cooks to help out and prepare enough food to feed the city. No one goes hungry on those nights. For the newborns, they are given a silver coin on their first Shivaratri. There are dance performances that last well into the night, as well as concerts. In other parts of the city, plays are performed.”

“And this happens every month?” Bhairava clarified.

Tapan grinned widely at him. “Only since King Raavana took the throne. In the start it was overwhelming and almost felt like too much. People were…suspicious of the reason, but now everyone looks forward to it.

Ah, here we are.”

Bhairava stayed quiet as he processed all these new revelations. Tyrant king or generous devotee? Terrifying man or kind ruler? Imposing stranger…or alluring … something?

Who exactly was King Raavana? And why did Bhairava feel so desperate to unravel the enigmatic man?

The questions continued to swirl in his head long after he had returned to the palace. Tapan had been a considerate guide, though it had been evident Bhairava’s mind was elsewhere. Bhairava had dreaded what would await him at dinner, and tried to tamp down the disappointment of being met with only the advisor sitting at his usual place, the King nowhere in sight.

He dreamed of onyx eyes and strong hands again. He let himself go where his heart wished, desiring an understanding of the situation above all else.

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I guess this was more tension building than moving the plot forward. I promise Part 5 will be a lot more fun.

P.S I tried to catch myself whenever I wrote/referenced the Tamil name for something rather than the Telugu, but if there are other cultural things I have missed, please let me know.

Feedback is appreciated.

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jessicasperspective · 1 year

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Indian Folk art- Ground paintings

In this blog we shall see a brief about folk arts that are drawn on the floor.

Kolam

Kolam is a tradition originated from Tamil Nadu. Kolam is also followed in various place of south india with different names like muggu.

Kolam is painting on the floor of every house’s entrance I order to welcome to goddess ‘Sri devi’ to their households as she brings good health and wealth into the family’s life.

Kolam is a geometrical drawing with dots and lines with no open line it. Because a open line Kolam is considered to bring bad omen to the house who they call `moodhevi’.

Till date people of South Indian households follow the tradition of putting Kolam infront of their houses after cleaning it everyday.

Rice flour is used in Kolam to feed little creature that created like ants and bugs.

Kalamezhuthu

The ritualistic practises of Kerala's Bhagavati, Naga, and Ayyappa temples incorporate the ancient art of kalamezhuthu.

During the 40-day Kalamezhuthu festivities celebrated at Bhagavathy Temples all around God's Own Land, this straightforward ideal can be seen at its pinnacle.

It a whole ritual that takes place during the process of drawing as a celebration with music and special songs written for it along with dance. These paintings are highly sacred that it could be painted only inside the floors of temple Gopura and not elsewhere.

Alpana

Alpana was birthed from the state of Bengal. It is a traditional art drawn by women of the households with mixing flour and water together into a paste and painting it twigs or bare fingers.

Using their imagination, the artists draw a range of patterns, which may consist of a mix of hollow and solid geometric shapes, floral designs, paisleys, symbolic representation of animals and other objects, etc.

During the celebration of Lakshmi Pooja it is important for them to draw pair of feet to welcome the goddess into their house especially to nourish their fields. Hence you will find the footstep pattern drawn all over the house, even the staircase is not spared.

The artist draws whatever she likes and considers it to be blessed by the gods. Example : their babies, farming tools, kitchen utensils, etc.

To learn more about the above folk arts, visit:

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The Virupaksha Temple is located in #Hampi in the Ballari district of #Karnataka, India. It is part of the Group of #Monuments at Hampi, designated as a #UNESCO World Heritage Site. The temple is dedicated to #LordVirupaksha, a form of Shiva. The temple's history is uninterrupted from about the 7th century. The Virupaksha-Pampa sanctuary existed well before the Vijayanagara capital was located here. Inscriptions referring to Shiva date back to the 9th and 10th centuries. What started as a small shrine grew into a large complex under the Vijayanagara rulers. Evidence indicates there were additions made to the temple in the late Chalukyan and Hoysala periods, though most of the temple buildings are attributed to the Vijayanagar period. The huge temple building was built by Lakkana Dandesha, a chieftain under the ruler Deva Raya II of the Vijayanagara Empire. Under the Vijayanagara rulers, in the middle of the 14th century, there began a flowering of native art and culture. When the rulers were defeated by Muslim invaders in the 16th century, most of the wonderful decorative structures and creations were systematically destroyed. The religious sect of Virupaksha-Pampa did not end with the destruction of the city in 1565. Worship there has persisted throughout the years. At the beginning of the 19th century there were major renovations and additions, which included ceiling paintings and the towers of the north and east gopura. #hampi #hampifocus #gopuram #Karnataka #travelkarnataka #lordshiva #virupakshatemple #hampidiaries #shivatemple #mahadeva #templesofkarnataka🙏🙏 #indiantemple #templesofindia #incrediblekarnataka #virupaksha #karnatakafocus #indianarchitecture #archaeology #unesco #unescoworldheritage https://www.instagram.com/p/CmsOfm1Bl8g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Brihadeeswarar Temple, Thanjavur

Brihadishvara Temple, also called Rajarajesvaram or Peruvudaiyār Kōvil, is a Hindu temple dedicated to Shiva located in Thanjavur The original monuments of this 11th-century temple were built around a moat. It included gopura, the main temple, its massive tower, inscriptions, frescoes and sculptures predominantly related to Shaivism, but also to Vaishnavism and Shaktism traditions of Hinduism.…

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#DiscoverIndia #Peruvudaiyar Temple #Tamil Nadu #Temple #Thanjavur

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munichasia · 2 years

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Education day. Learning more about Hinduism 😇 Sri Maha Mariamman Temple in Bangkok - the oldest and most important such temple in Thailand 💯🇹🇭📸😊 Greetings and have a fantastic day all. ~~~ Sri Maha Mariamman Temple (Tamil: அருள்மிகு ஶ்ரீ மஹாமாரி அம்மன் கோவில்), also known as Maha Uma Devi Temple (Thai: วัดพระศรีมหาอุมาเทวี; RTGS: Wat Phra Si Maha Umathewi and Wat Khaek (วัดแขก) in Thai, is a South Indian architecture style Hindu temple on Si Lom Road in Bangkok, Thailand. It was built in 1879 by Vaithi Padayatchi, a Tamil Hindu immigrant. Following India becoming a colony of the British Empire in 1858 many from the southern state of Tamil Nadu preferred to leave their country than live under colonial rule. One such group of Indians came to Bangkok, many as traders of gemstones or cattle ranchers. A leader of this group of Indians was Vaithi Padayatchi who built this temple about a decade after they arrived. The temple's facade is in strikingly florid style of a riot of different colours with carved images of various gods and goddesses in different shapes and sizes. At the entrance to the temple there is a gopura or tower 6 metres in height and covered with many carved images of deities. The main shrine of the temple complex is a dome with covering of a gilded copper plate. Within the premises of the temple complex there are three shrines dedicated to Ganesh, Kartik and the main shrine of Sri Maha Mariamman. The main hall of the shrine is also decorated with statue deity in Hinduism Bronze Material of Ganesh , Shiva , Krishna , Vishnu , Lakshmi , Kartik , Mariamman , Kali , Saraswati, and Nataraja with Shivakami , Hanuman. In addition there are also shrines dedicated to the worship of gods Shiva Lingam , Brahma , Navagraha , Aiyanar , Saptha Kanni , Periyachi , Madurai Veeran and Kathavarayan. . . . #visitbangkok #webangkok #bangkokcity #bangkokcityvibes #bangkokspirit #bangkoktravel #bangkoktrip #bangkokview #bbkk #travelbangkok #travelthailand #beautifulthailand #discoverthailand #ilovethailand #thaiculture #thailand_allshot #thailand_ig #thailandgram #thailandinsider #thailandismagic #thailandphotography #thailandtourism (at Sri Maha Mariamman Temple, Bangkok) https://www.instagram.com/p/Chv0U9Dvgjx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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realtor101 · 2 months

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Madiwala: An area analysis.

History:

Madiwala, an old and prior locality, is said possibly to have been the city's center in ancient times, as indicated by archaeological proof. Tamil Nadu is the site of the era's most remarkable temples: a cavernous sanctum, a monumental gopura, and Someshwara Temple with inscriptions referencing Chola kings.

They all epitomize its glorious past. The word "Madiwala" is derived from "Kannada," which revolves around the "washerman" term; a washerman was a person who specialized in doing laundry.

The fact that the area was once filled with washermen and washerwomen brought their presence to society.

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Neighborhoods.

Madiwala, sheltered behind the many sub-urban neighborhoods of Bangalore, is indeed the major pass through between Koramangala, Bommanahalli, B.T.M. Layout, H.S.R. Layout, Arekere M.C.O. Layout, Bannerghatta Road, Jayanagar, and J.P. Nagar.

Being at the junction where the countryside and the main town meet, this junction functions as a gateway that connects all residents and visitors who are on the journey from the countryside to the main city, provides convenient access, and provides affordable plots for sale in Madiwala.

Mobility.

Residents of Madiwala have the ease of commuting to work and study because Bangalore City railway station, which is 8 kilometers away, is the first railway station to be built in Bangalore; consequently, this means that the train is a reliable transport option for people living here.

The area is celebrated by the residents in part as a form of recognition for their enduring lives and existence and for the foundation of St. John’s Medical College, an eminent healthcare and medical education center.

Additionally, Place offers a range of residential options to potential homeowners, including flats for sale in Madiwala, providing diverse housing choices amidst its vibrant surroundings.

Madiwala Lake.

Madiwala is next door to many notable places, including a beautiful lake inside BCD layouts.

There is no doubt that this is the largest pocket of water among all the reservoirs in Bangalore. Apart from the gorgeous look, it also gives the residents a good place to unwind and have a moment of peace free from any urban stress.

Residential Options.

With a variety of dwellings available in the midst of the nature and charm of the culture, Madiwala brings in people and locaters who are diversified and, at the same time, have vast business opportunities.

The area provides flats, plots, and villas for sale in Madiwala that are tailor-made to different preferences.

The flora surrounds Madiwala and makes it a desired destination for property investing. Every home buyer has anything they'd wish for in this particular area.

Students and Professionals.

Madiwala is a matter of concern since it's a melting pot of diverse backgrounds and thus acts as a catalyst for social harmony among middle- and upper-middle-class residents.

Educational institutions and hospitals of high reputation boost the rush of office workers as well as the field of trade in a dynamic and prosperous environment.

The collaboration of different cultures in the Madiwala leads to cross-cultural communication and cultural emergence, and ultimately, a community is born that is dynamic and heterogeneous.

Madiwala is urbanized, but a relaxed environment suitable for working and living is under way, with convenience and connections at its core, making it a fully functional town where residents can freely enjoy a leisurely urban lifestyle.

Conclusion.

Madiwala is of enormous significance in its contributions to Bangalore's continued exquisite past and snapshots of the present. It is ancient, and today Madiwala keeps growing in dynamism. It acts as a center of activities and a multiethnic communion.

Its historical landmarks, including the Someshwara Temple and the tranquil Madiwala Lake, besides its excellent connectivity with its residential areas, which vary greatly, have made Madiwala a blend of heritage community, convenience, and spirit.

As a great melting pot of cultures and different beliefs, Madiwala is the town where you will find social harmony, with citizens of most backgrounds and a flourishing economy, making it not only the hometown of many people but also a prosperous urban center where everyone can find themselves amidst the bustle of city life.

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vlkphoto · 4 months

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Lakshmi-Narasimha

The gopura of the Lakshminarasimha temple at Arkalgud, KA.

People are used to thinking of ancient structures, even elaborately carved sculptures, as bare stone, but back when they were made, they were invariably painted in colorful splendor. These sculptures date back to at least the 15th century, possibly the 9th, and were recently repainted. C'est magnifique!

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southeastasianarchaeology · 3 months

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Angkor Wat's Eastern Gate Roof Undergoes Crucial Repairs

Restoration begins on Angkor Wat's Eastern Gate roof by APSARA, safeguarding Cambodia's iconic heritage in Siem Reap's UNESCO site.

via Khmer Times, 30 January 2024: Cambodia’s APSARA National Authority has initiated the restoration of Angkor Wat’s Eastern Gate’s deteriorating roof. The restoration involves removing and repairing the damaged stones of the gate’s roof, which is a vital structure for supporting the entire roof and ensuring the safety of the numerous tourists visiting daily. The restoration team of APSARA…

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#Angkor Archaeological Park #Angkor Wat (temple)#APSARA National Authority #gopura #restoration / reconstruction #Siem Reap (province)#Unesco World Heritage

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wondersmanmade · 4 months

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Discover 100 Epic Man-Made Wonders Worldwide: 2024 Edition!

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Let's explore 100 of the most epic man-made wonders across the globe in this 2024 edition! Buckle up, because we're going on a journey around the world to witness the incredible feats of human ingenuity and creativity.

The Great Wall of China: Stretching an astonishing 21,196 kilometers (13,171 miles) across mountains, deserts, and grasslands, the Great Wall snakes its way through China like a majestic dragon. This UNESCO World Heritage Site is a testament to China's rich history and resilience, and its awe-inspiring presence never fails to captivate visitors.

The Taj Mahal, India: One of the most recognizable buildings in the world, the Taj Mahal is a stunning white marble mausoleum built by Mughal emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his third wife Mumtaz Mahal. Its intricate details, symmetrical gardens, and serene reflecting pool make it a true architectural marvel and a symbol of eternal love.

Chichen Itza, Mexico: This ancient Mayan city in the Yucatán Peninsula was once a thriving center of religious and political power. Its towering pyramids, temples, and ball courts offer a glimpse into the fascinating Mayan civilization and its advanced architectural and astronomical knowledge.

Machu Picchu, Peru: The "Lost City of the Incas" perched high in the Andes Mountains is a breathtaking example of Inca engineering and artistry. Its stonework, terraced fields, and temples blend seamlessly with the surrounding landscape, creating a mystical and unforgettable experience.

Petra, Jordan: Carved into sandstone cliffs in the Jordanian desert, Petra was once the capital of the Nabataean kingdom. Its intricate rock-cut architecture, including the iconic Treasury, amphitheater, and Siq entrance, is a testament to the skill and artistry of the Nabataean people.

The Colosseum, Rome: This elliptical amphitheater was once the center of gladiatorial combats and public spectacles in ancient Rome. Its imposing structure and well-preserved arches stand as a reminder of the Roman Empire's power and engineering prowess.

The Pyramids of Giza, Egypt: These ancient tombs, especially the Great Pyramid of Khufu, are some of the oldest and most impressive man-made structures in the world. Their precise mathematical calculations and astronomical alignments continue to baffle archaeologists and historians, adding to their mystique.

The Statue of Liberty, New York City: A symbol of freedom and hope for millions of immigrants, the Statue of Liberty stands tall on Liberty Island in New York Harbor. Its copper figure of Lady Liberty holding a torch and a book welcomes visitors from around the world.

Angkor Wat, Cambodia: This sprawling temple complex in Cambodia was the religious and political center of the Khmer Empire for centuries. Its intricate carvings, towering gopuras, and serene atmosphere make it a masterpiece of Khmer art and architecture.

Neuschwanstein Castle, Germany: Perched on a rugged hill in Bavaria, Neuschwanstein Castle is a fairytale-like palace that inspired Walt Disney's Sleeping Beauty Castle. Its turrets, bridges, and Wagnerian themes reflect the eccentric tastes of King Ludwig II and continue to enchant visitors

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sourabha · 4 months

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Jayanagara 4th Block, 21 December 2023

Gopura and Ashwattha – something about the two together always moves me. A long walk in my beloved residential area this evening and the silence of this sight above all the human sounds (and noises) was captivating. Not a sight I’m new to, but this evening was special. Maybe so because I was listening to some divine Carnatic music by Vidwan Ganesh and Vidwan Kumaresh. Raaga Aarabhi was flowing…

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srbfotog · 5 months

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“A JOURNEY TOWARDS DIVINE”

[Raja Gopuram, Murudeshwar Temple]

Series: Architecture > Minimalist

Location: Raja Gopura, Murudeshwar Temple, Karnataka, India

This temple is built on Kanduka Hill (Karnataka State, India), which is surrounded on three sides by the waters of the magnificent Arabian Sea.

Raja Gopuram, which is the tallest Gopuram in Asia (249 feet) including the ground floor it has 21 floors.

It is an excellent blend of incredible beauty, magnificence, and devotion. This is the only gopuram that has a lift and devotees can go right to the top. The base measures 105 feet in length and 51 feet in breadth. The magnificent 123-foot-long statue of Lord Shiva (the second tallest statue of Shiva in the world) in the backdrop lends the Raja Gopuram a majestic look.

Gear: NIKON D750 | 24-120mm F4 at 82mm

Exif: F11, 1/500s, ISO- 200

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