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waltzingwithspirit · 8 months

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PICK A CARD: MYSTERY READING

Left: Pile 1; Right: Pile 2

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Pile 1: Some of you could be Shiv bhakts, you need to see that worshipping and paying respects to shiv family is equally important, in your case Nandi Ji, learning the value of patience especially in October, not backing down from opposition, showing strength and fortitude ahead all while being patient and calm. You are not rushing the process, you are going along with it how ever long it might be because you have single-minded focus. That’s the attitude you need to adopt. That is the attitude you already have but cannot see. Someone new is entering your life, possibly a man it could be an exciting event for you, you may have been waiting for this for a long time, for some this is a mentor and a critic who will help you get better in your craft. A sincere wish is being granted. Often the mistake we make is being too rigid with our manifestations, if you look closely your wish is being fulfilled maybe in a different way, but you get what you wished for. You could meet the new person at a party or during tea time in someone else’s house, for some of you it is marriage. You might get married to your perfect partner who could be different from the one you are fixated on right now, it’s a general reading so take what resonates. You could be sensitive to criticism, and it is saying you should learn to accept valid criticism. You are being told to beware of greed, it could also lead to parting ways either in business or relationships.If someone tries to make you do anything against your wish, speak up, you are being reassured that you will be taken care of during difficult times. A meeting with a stranger could be important, it could be related to money or property. USE YOUR INTUITION TO MAKE BENEFICIAL CHANGES. Comment ‘111’ to claim this. 🌙DM for personalised tarot readings🌙

Pile 2: You are the ones who check things multiple times, you do not believe anything till you are 110% sure. If you are planning something or making a decision that involves APRIl of 2023 or 2024, use your intuition and psychic abilities, make a decision based on that. Let yourself relax completely and let the answer come to you. YOU CANNOT SEE THIS RIGHT NOW BUT THERE IS Increase IN MATERIAL WEALTH AND SPIRITUAL GROWTH for you. It is making way, working in the background, you’ll see results soon, again April is significant. You will be shown the way in matters related to decisions, if it’s someone else trying to make you do something that is against your will, you will be shown the way too. This message was in pile 1 as well. Way to go, pile 2! You have an abundance of good news and spiritual love coming in. Some of you could be Krishna Bhakts or have a craving to live in Vrindavan near to Radhe Krishna, wish will be fulfilled, you will be called to take a trip at least. There might be sorrow and discomfort with a relative especially a younger man in your family. There is shown victory in some endeavor you are planning to undertake especially if it is something you have worked hard on so it can take off. In business do not be emotional, be resourceful and shrewd , you might experience some sadness and nostalgia over letting something go. For business and career or personal growth I am seeing progress. If you are ever in trouble or someone is accusing you of something, do not speak in anger, control it or you will be sorry. It is time to act like a lion. Some of you could have placements in Leo or it could be your rising. HAPPINESS AND WELL-BEING IS COMING EVEN THOUGH IT DOES NOT SEEM LIKE IT, even if there is dullness right now, joy and happiness are making their way to you. Comment ‘222’ to claim this. 🌙DM for personalised tarot readings🌙

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hasarjunadoneanythingwrong · 2 years

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what's that insane theory about archer juna's np?

ok. so

you know how this is titled pashupata and the game treats it as pashupata and everyone refers to it as pashupata?

i dont actually think its pashupata.

cause here's the thing: i KNOW that hindu mythology is heavily nerfed in fgo but arjuna never even used pashupata when he was alive. like not in response to ANYTHING. even when ashwatthama killed his unborn grandchild he used the brahmashirsha astra in response-that was still incredibly deadly and powerful, but it was also still LESS powerful than pashupata. this is the personal weapon of shiva and kali that he only managed to get through completing heavy penances-no one else in the mahabharata had it and in other texts iirc only rama and a sage, Vishvamitra, also possessed it.

it was easily leaps and bounds stronger than vasavi shakti, despite what fgo may say, and could literally destroy the universe if used carelessly. id honestly say if we were putting up a comparison to a fgo weapon to it ea would be the closest thing-it was basically unavoidable, unresistable, and destroyed everything in it's path. and he knew this and so didnt use it bc in the context of the wars he fought in it wouldlve been massive overkill, and he was pretty responsible all things considered with the weapons he used

but like, hes ok with letting mages potentially command him to use it against their enemies? this incredibly powerful attack gifted to him by shiva that could obliterate the universe? like ignoring the logisitics of the fact they'd probably need a boatload of mana, and that the earth has protections in place to prevent gil or whoever from going 'lol' and laser beaming it in twain, why would mr 'thanks for the wmd but i will not be using it' suddenly ok the use of it for a bunch of backstabbing self-serving mages who would sacrifice their own children for a chance at upping their magical power?? like 'oh yes zouken, i'll use pashupata to blow up that orphanage for you right away. clearly this is a good use of this holy astra bestowed upon me by the gods :)'

imo he looked at his legend, looked at the fact anyone who looked into him would know about the fact that he'd have that astra, and renamed one of his less potent attacks 'pashupata' so that when he was ordered to use it he could follow their command WHILE also not fucking. using pashupata for incredibly petty and asinine reasons. like do we really think the average mage can tell the difference between the different astras anyway? no. hes gonna do that so when they pop their command seals and yell at him to use pashupata he can be like 'of course master :)' while also not going against his principles as like. person who was given a turbo nuke and was like 'yeah theres no reason to use this against normal people' like COME ON

though tbh i do still think he has access to pashupata as an archer-like when he blew up the 18 demon pillars that. that seems more like something he might actually have used it for.

i know that this theory has no water bc every time he's referred to it there's been nothing to suggest his np wasn't pashupata, its been described and treated in his materials as pashupata, plus parvati ALSO makes note of him having it and it being pashupata. it just bugs me that they shoved it on him as his generic np and also massively undersold it when he has like 4000 other big explody attacks that couldve been slotted in just as well, and when its a legitimately interesting fact that he never used it in his lifetime.

#lasengle stop underselling juna challenge difficulty: impossible #youd think theyd at least make note of it in his bio like how they did w ash and his big wheel but nope. gotta devote all that space to k #my other insane theory is juna wrote his profile at 2am on a pstd-induced guilt spree which is why its #a) all about how he 'unjustly' murdered poor karnie #b) has a bunch of weird ass inconsistencies like it accidentally made him k's uncle and says duryo was like a dad to k when k was the older #im not joking about arjuna accidentally being made karna's uncle in his bio btw #it lists his dad as 'king kuru' which was like his grandpa which would have made him karnas uncle instead of his brother. his dad was pandu #i wish theyd rewrite bios tbh his is. a nightmare like why #but yeah my theory is 2am hell guilt trip he wrote while crying into his desk which is why its so biased #look if youre fighting a guy and ask to stop to fix ur tire and he says no #and you then stop and turn your back to him anyway to fuck w your tire #what the hell do you expect to happen? karna was a dipthong #'uh ik i beat up and murdered ur kid when he was in the same position w like 20 other guys but can u please give me 5 min?'#'uhhh (hey krishna what should i- (DUDE JUST SHOOT HIM TF-))'#and then no one shuts up about you shooting him ever again but conveniently they all forget about the shit he did #lmao if i were arjuna id be so tired #'yeah i was told it was my moral duty to shoot him but once i did no one ever let it go ever'#my asks #i did say this was insane. sorry

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ranilla-bean · 3 months

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The Iconoclast: Appendix

This is the appendix for my fic The Iconoclast, in which I will discuss some of my cultural and historical inspirations for the worldbuilding.

Disclaimer: I'm certainly not an expert on or practitioner of all the cultures I took inspiration from. In outlining my influences I hope to show my admiration and give appropriate credit to them.

Contents

Intro

Religion

Martial culture

Talent show

Miscellaneous

The Iconoclast is set in the same world as ATLA, about 800 years before the era of the cartoon. I was inspired by 10th-11th century societies; the Fire Nation is inspired by the Khmer empire, Kyoshi Island is inspired by Heian period Japan, and so on. Of course, the aesthetics of Hari Bulkan are heavily inspired by Angkor—Virtual Angkor was a huge help in visualising the city.

The immense population of Angkor was sustained by intricate water management techniques. The Khmer built reservoirs to collect water and sustain agriculture through the dry season. However, the impressive structures of Angkor had a dark side: they were built by enslaved labourers. Enslaved labour was extracted through human trafficking and debt bondage. In The Iconoclast, I integrated the institution of slavery with the caste system.

The exception to my adherence to periodisation was in the Inuit traditions that inspired the Southern Water Tribe, as the 10th-11th centuries appear to have been a period of migration eastwards across the Arctic for Inuit people. In addition to this, periodisation in Inuit history is more difficult to reconstruct due to the colonial destruction of knowledge. As a result, I took broader inspiration from pre-colonial Inuit culture.

Religion

The Fire Nation is based on the Khmer empire, which in this period adhered to Hinduism before the uptake of Buddhism. The cult of the Devaraja (lit. “god-king” in Sanskrit) arises from the specifically Southeast Asian branch of Hinduism. The Devaraja is regarded as the avatar (in this case, a human incarnation) of Vishnu. The Khmer king was marked out by dress: he wore a golden crown, or a wreath of flowers. His palms and the soles of his feet were stained red. He wore a sampot patterned all over with flowers—the more flowers, the higher the status.

I conceptualised Zuko as being seen as an incarnation of the sun. Following Hinduism, this would be Surya. Fanon tends to use “Agni”, in fact the god of fire. Either way, as a non-practitioner of this religion, I’ve personally avoided using gods still worshipped today in my worldbuilding. My inspiration has largely been in the philosophy of religion.

Such philosophical ideas include: dharma, avatara, ahimsa, and brahman vs. atman. I found the Bhagavad Gita highly informative in developing these concepts—themselves debated in Hinduism—as well as ideas about the dilemma of Arjuna and the imagery associated with Krishna. I had an enlightening conversation with my friend Tana, who convinced me of the need to address the legacy of caste and casteism arising from the text. Ideas of caste carry certain baggage in the western world that I wanted to pare back, hence the differing terminologies of “in-” and “out-caste” used in The Iconoclast.

The philosophies of Hinduism overlap with and develop in slightly different ways in Buddhism, which I explored through Choden. One instance is the Hindu notion of the Chakravarti, an ideal universal emperor (lit. “the one whose wheels are turning” in Sanskrit). A non-secular Chakravarti would in fact be a Buddha, someone who has reached enlightenment. Since Choden is the one who introduces this concept, I used the more literal term “the Turner of the Wheel” to disambiguate from “Buddha” (which immediately draws certain connotations), and also to draw a more direct relationship between the Arjuna imagery associated with Zuko.

This religious worldview stands in contrast to animism of pre-/early Shinto Japanese religion and Inuit spirituality, as reflected by Suki and Sokka. Princess Mononoke was in fact a huge inspiration! I conceived of the kami in the context of Shintoism before the major influence of Buddhism; Suki also worships at a kamidana shelf.

For the Inuit, all things have anirniq, “breath/soul”, which lingers even after death. Therein lies the tension: between the need to hunt for survival and the vengeful soul that the act of killing liberates. The website I used as my source has a great quote on this: “the great peril of our existence lies in the fact that our diet consists entirely of souls.” These souls must be placated through ritual and observance of taboo.

Importantly, I was interested in how each practitioner of religion approaches that philosophy in their individual ways, so none of the characters are perfect “representatives” of an ideal embodiment of that religion. Zuko is wary of his god status. Choden’s obsession with Zuko as Chakravarti makes her an outlier among the airbenders. Sokka trusts his “material” technologies of survival (i.e. weaponry) over spirituality, even though he practises the rites still, such as the smearing of lampblack and ritual words.

Martial culture

Sokka’s weapons generally mirror the ones he had in the show, with some additional embellishment. The snow knife is used to cut snow, but applied into a martial context by Sokka. The metal is sourced from a meteorite and cold forged; my inspiration was the Cape York meteorite, which Greenlandic Inuit used to fashion tools. Sokka’s club is made of jawbone, the strongest bone and stronger still from a herbivore. I combined the caribou and wombat into the “caribombat” for this, a nod to both an important Arctic animal to Inuit culture and to Sokka’s antipodean roots.

Suki is based on early samurai. She uses the fans from the show, but instead of the katana (which we see her wield in “Appa’s Lost Days”) she uses a tanto, which is a kind of predecessor of the katana and can be used as an offhand blade or a weapon in its own right. Women could also carry a smaller version of this blade for self defence. Her armour is Heian period do-maru armour, which was a lighter development on older styles of armour, made of scales of lacquered leather. I was particularly in love with the idea of her having a helmet and a men-yoroi mask, which was used as facial armour.

Zuko’s fighting style is inspired by bokator, a Khmer boxing style. He uses the short sticks instead of the dual dao, which can become truly dynamic weapons!

Talent show

Suki’s performances are based on the Japanese tea ceremony and bianlian from Sichuanese opera. The preparation method of the Japanese tea ceremony—whisking powdered tea—is in fact borrowed from the Chinese Song dynasty, which fits the time period of the world. Bianlian involves a performer very quickly changing a series of masks to a secret technique. It’s way more fun to watch on video than to read, I admit!

Osha’s dance is… meant to be the royal Cambodian ballet. The dance evokes the apsaras, dancing celestial beings in Hindu culture (incidentally, they are depicted on the walls of the fire temple on Full Moon Island). And just like western ballet, it takes years of training and skill to master!

Miscellaneous

Druk is, in this conception, a naga instead of… whatever unholy mix of cultures’ dragons LoK drew him as. Nagas are found across South and Southeast Asian cultures, and in Khmer culture they are typically represented as serpents—sometimes with multiple heads. They are associated with water, prosperity, and various other positive connotations. There’s a whole rabbit hole I don’t really want to get into about why I’m putting a water-associated creature in the Fire Nation (East Asian dragons are associated with water too!) but I do want to point out that there is a natural phenomenon on the Mekong called “naga fireballs” so… I’m running with that.

Full Moon Island is Crescent Island… before the eruption that turned it into a caldera.

Osha’s name is not a health and safety pun; I’m not American and I call it WH&S, it was a total coincidence. It means “shining” in Sanskrit—apt for a Fire Nation character, I think.

And finally… Mo Liudou’s name is a Cantonese joke! 冇料到 means “lacking results”. And the place where he comes from, “Mo Gwaiyong” (冇鬼用), means “no bloody use”. So he's Lacking Results from No Bloody Use.

#read chapter 5 first!#zukki dp wip #atla #my fic #yeah ok i know im a nerd no one @ me #putting my 2 ancient history degrees to good use

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ramayantika · 5 months

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Bade farewell to the Hero

It’s the onset of dawn. The dark night sky transforms into a beautiful shade of cotton white, colored with various hues of purple, blue, and pink. The sun, as usual, is slowly rising on the banks of the dark Yamuna, but today, her ethereal black waters carry a silent grief of her own as well as of the town of Vrindavan.

As beautiful as the dark night sky, lotus eyes as deep as the Yamuna waters, there sleeps the young beloved lad of Vrindavan, Krishna on the lap of the moon-like beauty of the town of Vrinda, Shri Radha.

“Have you taken your flute, Kanha?” Her soft voice, no more than a whisper, causes the young boy’s eyes to open in sudden remembrance.

Radha sighs with a small smile on her lips. Her nimble fingers bring out the familiar bamboo flute decorated with a peacock feather and pearls from her waistband. Her fingers reverently touch the flute for one last time. Radha’s kohl-rimmed eyes flutter close, as her fingers close upon each of the seven holes of the flute. There is no music playing anywhere nearby, but only her heart hears the heart-wrenching tunes of separation.

Krishna’s fingers tremble while holding the flute as realization sets in. The moment the chariot wheels cross the boundaries of Vrindavan, his flute would eternally go to sleep. The city of Mathura has no loving gopikas, adorable cows, and young boys with him to play the flute all day.

“Being a simple cowherd is not your destiny, Krishna.” Radha tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. As she looks at the tear-laden eyes of her beloved, she steels her breaking heart, her sorrowful eyes now staring at him like a powerful queen going on a battle.

“Your existence is meant for great things. You are to live your life like a king.” She points at the crowd assembled at Chief Nanda’s house, a grand cottage that looks tiny from the heart of the forest where they are in. “You have saved us and this town countless times. The world needs you. You are to be a savior for the whole world. For the whole Yuga.”

Krishna gulps his tears down his throat, which now burns like the fire of separation burning his heart. As a lone tear skids down his cheek, Radha’s voice grows bolder, and for a moment he wonders, how much strength does she silently possess in her being.

“Choose the path that leads you to your destiny, towards your dharma.”

Radha stands up. The golden rays of the morning sun fall on her gentle face coating her fair skin with a powerful glow. Krishna stands in awe of the splendor that adorns her face. Goddess. That’s what she is. That’s what she has been.

“You are the rising sun of Dwapar.” She holds Krishna’s hand and entwines her fingers with his. Walking towards the narrow forest path, Krishna observes Radha’s gait. She always walked with a swan-like grace combined with a little shyness on her face each time she entered the forest to meet him. Today, she walks with her chin raised, her eyes fixated on the path ahead that shall lead them both away from their love-filled carefree times forever.

Within moments, they reach Akrura’s chariot. Radha knows that Krishna hasn’t spoken a single word to her. She knows that he won't be able to do so, nor does she have the capacity to hear his enchanting voice when he is on the verge of departure.

The whole crowd looks at their hero. Krishna looks at the tear-stricken face of his parents. He hears the loud sobs of his lovely gopikas who pampered him with butter and milk sweets. His eyes gaze over the grim faces of his childhood friends. The cows of Vrindavan stare at him, sadness clouding their eyes, but those poor creatures can’t speak a word.

Gulping the last of his tears that clog his burning throat, he steps onto the carriage. Radha smiles. Krishna’s eyes meet her once again and she keeps on smiling.

It will get easier to leave, Kanhaiya. Baby steps.

Radha takes four steps towards the chariot. Handing over Krishna’s flute to him, she slowly moves back, her eyes fixed to the ground. The crowd goes silent. The sobbing gopikas cease crying and keep looking at the scene ahead.

Radha folds her hands and bows her head to Krishna. His heart cracks open at the gesture. He bows down to her all humbled.

“You may leave now. We wish you well on the journey ahead. Make us all proud!”

Radha then takes her position beside Yashoda who is on the verge of losing her consciousness. Nanda holds her shoulders, in case she falls to the ground in grief, but only Radha sees how his fingers shakily rest on his wife’s shoulders.

All this while, not a word had escaped Krishna’s lips. The hero must always promise a return to his loved ones.

“My beloved Vrindavan people, fret not. This separation is only momentary. I shall come back soon to tell you all about Mathura. There’s no escape from my pranks. Go, rest for a while before your loved prankster comes back.”

Radha’s vision goes blurry. Her dark beloved appears to go far from her.

“Such a mischievous liar you are O Shyam…”

The sun is soon to rise for Dwapar, but for Vrindavan, the sun has gone to sleep forever.

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I am sorry :(

This was a dance idea but I decided to write a fic on this and then choreograph the abhinaya. I have cried while practicing this out too. Let's share tears??

Oh, yes I do love showing Krishna in mortal shades with grief, confusion and dilemma clouding him sometimes too. :)

Tagging: @kaaga-re @ma-douce-souffrance (I AM SORRY SAANJH) @swayamev @krishna-priyatama @krishna-sangini @krishnaaradhika @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @arachneofthoughts @eugenephosgene @jessbeinme15 @stardustkrishnaverse @krsnaradhika @vijayasena @alhad-si-simran @pulihora @nyxie23 @houseofbreadpakoda @yourfavanxioussunshine @aesthetic-aryavartik @starlitskies0 @navaratna @flowerheadkiller @celestesinsight @kaal-naagin

Oh, and I have written for krishna after a loooong time

#samridhi writes #krishna #gopiblr #krishnablr #krishnafics

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stxrrynxghts · 1 month

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Abhimanyu had ruined things.

Again.

Just like every single day.

WHY WAS HE LIKE THIS?

This was a question which he and many people around him asked frequently. This time, his victim was a beautiful angavastra, which was very dear to Balarama Mama for some unknown reasons. Abhimanyu was practicing archery, as usual. And his target had been the angavastra, unfortunately.

Now, Balarama was screeching at the top of his lungs. Like a brave boy, Abhimanyu ran to hide in some secluded corner of the palace. Perhaps there was still some time left for him to run away. Maybe he could join his father in his exile-

"This is extremely delicious." A very familiar voice speaks from behind him. "Honestly, this reminds me of the time I was a young boy."

And as Abhimanyu had expected, Krishna Mama is miraculously sitting right next to him, his hand stuffed inside a pot of maakhan, with some of it smeared on his face.

"Mama!" He cries out in relief. "You are the only one who can save me now!"

"Oh?" Krishna says, in surprise. "Is that so?"

Abhimanyu resists the strong urge to scoff. As if he doesn't know what has happened. At that exact moment, Balaram roars in anger upstairs.

"I ruined his clothes." Abhimanyu decides to explain. "Please save me just this once."

"Ah, my dear nephew." Krishna slaps his maakhan coated palm on Abhimanyu's back. "I will always save you, except for that one time- Ahem. So, where were we?"

"You were saying something about saving me from the mess I have created." Abhimanyu says, even if Krishna hasn't voiced it out yet. He doesn't need to, Abhimanyu understands it without him even saying it.

"Now, Dau has always been like this since we were children. It is normal." Krishna explains. "Open your mouth."

Abhimanyu does so, only to find Krishna feeding him maakhan. Krishna is notorious for not sharing his maakhan with anyone. It makes him feel very special, indeed.

"Run ahead, I know how to convince him!" Krishna urges, and Abhimanyu runs to the women's palace.

Just like always, Krishna Mama has saved him. And he will continue to do it, right?

...

As his bow was chopped into pieces, his charioteer and horses were killed, as his sword fell from his hands and the chariot wheel was destroyed, as Abhimanyu picked up the mace and fell down, in a faint, as his skull was smashed, he realized that this time, just this once, Krishna Mama wouldn't come to save him.

#mahabharata #mahabharat #abhimanyu #hindu mythology #krishna #I am sorry-#boy this took a sharp turn #i think i will be writing on these two for a long time #they are one of my fav duos #like plz #Krishna did love his nephew #stop pretending otherwise #my love for these two trascends realms

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aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna · 2 months

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Ok sooo, Arjuni AU suggested by Lotus di!

Bg info: Abhimanyu is Krishna's and Arjuni's son ok?

Draupadi too had married Arjuni along with her brothers.

It was Draupadi's Cheerharan that had been done.

Uttar didn't die.

*Thirteenth day of the war*

Arjuni had defeated King Susharman's army. Suddenly she had a bad feeling about her son, Abhimanyu.

"Madhav! Please take the chariot to the Kurukshetra! I- i have a bad feeling about Abhi!" Krishna had no power to deny so he obeyed.

Arjuni reached just in time to see her darling son stuck in the eleven layered Chakravyuha, harboring minor injuries. Jayadrath was holding off her brothers from entering the complex formation.

She jumped down from her chariot, ignoring her husband's shouts of protest and shoots Jayadrath an arrow that was enough to paralyse him for the remaining time of the war for the day. Her Abhi's safety was her top most priority now.

Krishna sat on the chariot helplessly. He knew what was going to happen, and tried to retaliate but found himself unmoving from the chariot. Niyati and her cruel games. He silently cried in his heart, as his beloved Parthavi broke through the Chakravyuha to protect their son.

Arrows from both Karna and Dronacharya made way towards Abhimanyu, as he closed his eyes, ready to accept his fate.

Moments passed. The sounds of the arrows piercing through someone were made, and gasps were heard, but Abhimanyu didn't feel any pain. Heavens, he didn't feel anything.

Abhimanyu opened his eyes to see a tall, lean female figure whose body was bloody and pierced with arrows, her hair cascading down her back. Her arms were in front of him protectively.

That was when he realised...it was his Mother, Arjuni. He let out a soundless scream, calling for his mother.

Arjuni coughed up blood in response to his silent yet loud screaming. Call it a mother's instinct, but she knew how her son had reacted.

Krishna could finally move and tried to run inside the Chakravyuha but Duryodhan had already told Karna. "Mitra! She is wounded! Use the Divyāstra given to you by Dev Indra!" And Karna had obeyed without any arguments after giving a melancholy nod.

The moments seemed slowed down for Krishna and the Pandava brothers and Abhimanyu, as the spear-turned-arrow pierced right through the chest, into the heart, of the female warrior.

Her silent yet loud, painful gasp could be heard throughout the whole of the Kurukshetra battlefield, while the war stopped for a few minutes.

The Pandava brothers stared in horror as electric current passed through their sister's body, making her cough up more blood and making her hair flowing and her eyes wide. Her body shook violently after some moments and she started falling backwards.

The falling body was caught by Krishna, who could finallly move, and stared in equal horror. This wasn't supposed to happen, was it? Parthavi. His Parthavi. Had just dropped dead and...he couldn't do anything...

But now, there was no value to anything. Nothing held value when his Parthavi laid in his lap, not moving and not breathing. What a petty excuse for the earth to keep living... he couldn't even glance at the world for a moment where there was no Parthavi.

There is no value of the world where his Parthavi, the ray of sunshine in his life, the one who loved him and trusted him more than anything else, wasn't there. Krishna had vowed to his charioteer Daruka that if there is not Arjuni in the world, then there is no world that is worth existing.

Krishna had forgotten right or wrong now. And he just didn't care. For him now, no right or wrong existed.

Fuck the rules. Fuck his vows. And most importantly, fuck the wheel of time and fate.

The universe thought it could dispbey him. Heh!

Now the universe what going to pay.

He got up. "Abhimanyu, please. Leave from here." Abhimanyu looked at his father in question. "B-but..Pitashree...!-"

"Now, Abhi." Krishna said in a grave voice and his eyes started burning with tears. He had left no room for argument and Abhimanyu fled from there.

Krishna got up and took the whip with which he controlled the chariot and walked forward.

His Sudarshan chakra appeared, and he swifly cut off Duryodhan's and Karna's head. Shakuni jumped down from his horse.

"Vasudev! Aren't you forgetting you vow?" Krishna looked at the short disgusting man with distaste, took a deep breath, and cut off his head too.

Krishna then turned to Susharman. That king of Trigarta had Arjuni on a crazy goosechase. Krishna cracked his whip towards the king's chariot and disbalanced the chariot, causing Susharman to fall down and get trampled by his own horses.

Krishna then grew, and grew and grew, until the skies and everyone alive looked at him in terror. He grew till the earth shook with his steps.

As he attacked and killed anyone that came in his way, his eyes landed on his deceased lover. Tears cascaded his eyes and formed large pools when then they touched the battlefield.

Krishna's eyes softened at her sight and he smiled fondly, yet sadly. The sight of his favorite human always made him happy, no matter what. Krishna gently picked up Arjuni's limp body with on of his very large hands.

"You still had to die, didn't you? I did so much...just so i couldn't lose you, my love. But you had to die...What did i not do for you to stay alive? I did so much, left the sun worshipper toothless and armorless, sacrificed so many people, just for you...yet, Niyati just had to write it with her cruel quills and inks..." Krishna said sorrowfully, while going on a killing rampage. He had drowned almost half of Aryavart within a few mere moments.

The rampaging Krishna had stopped only after Balaram and Draupadi came in the battlefield, informed by Nakul and Bheem. The Pandavas side didn't have any major lose unlike the Kuru side due to Krishna, yet had lost their family. Their most loved family member. ...

Krishna had cried silent tears on his Baldau's shoulder, who consoled him. The war had ended, yet with many loses.

Arjuni, the one who had been the brilliantly glowing sun of Krishna's life, her pyre burnt with the same glowing brilliance that night.

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Ehi Murare - Rukmini (Part 1)

A strong gale shook the temple gates as the princess of Vidarbha took feeble steps outside the stone complex. She felt faint by the step. That is it. Today will be my last on this earth, she said to herself. Trembling at the knees, she descended the cold stairs, supported by her maids. A thick haze had enveloped her. Or was it just a mirror pointing to her future? She could not tell anymore. She looked around at the flowers adorning the temple walls and the steps. Though soft, they felt like thorns to her feet. Head bowed, to to hide the overwhelming tears, she stepped under the intricately carved gate. The stone maidens embroiled in passionate embraces seemed to mock her. The stone-carved heroes were laughing at her. Of course! You deserve this derision, fool! You thought he, the king of all kings, the leader of the new world would come for you? How stupid you are! And why should he? Who are you but a simple maiden? You did not even dare to accept your love for him in front of your family! You do not deserve him in any way!

“Are you feeling alright, Kumari?” Startled, Rukmini stared. She had collapsed under the gate. All of her maids surrounded her with fans and glasses of water.” Kumari, should we send a message to the Yuvaraj? He can come and pick you up?”

“NO! Do not call my brother!” Rukmini heard herself say, “I’m alright, thank you.”

Rukmini trudged but a few steps when the world before her swayed again. Through the swirl of fog and dust, she saw a pair of lotus eyes staring at her, strong hands clasped around her waist. Could this be him? Then she heard a honey-sweet voice, “You haven’t had anything to eat. Have you?” She could barely nod. She had refused to eat anything from the morning. “Okay, so I am Krishna. You sent me a message through Sridama the priest, remember? You wanted me to pick you up from here?”

Her vision was beginning to clear up. She nodded weakly at the peacock-feathered smile. “Well, then you’d rather hop on and sit tight because I am going to speed!” With a sleek motion, he swirled her up on the golden chariot and leapt onto the driver’s seat. He waved at one awestruck man ogling at them. “Hey, Shishupal! Remember me? Lost a couple of arms last time we met, now, didn’t you?” Shishupal’s expression changed from a surprise to furious and finally a blur.

For some distance, they travelled in silence. The wheezing of the wind, the whirring of the chariot wheels, and the clucking of the horses’ hoofs all clicked harmoniously. Rukmini stared at her abductor’s crown. The peacock feathers flapped in the air as his curly locks got increasingly entangled. Rukmini still could not process all that had happened. Am I truly free? No matter how hard she tried, she could not shake off that eerie feeling. Then the clucking of another pair of hoofs drew menacingly close. Her heart sank once more as the familiar voice grew louder and louder spitting slurs with each breath.

“That your brother huh?” He asked.

“Yes,” Rukmini mumbled. “I’m sorry.”

With a loud screech, their chariot came to a stop. The horses neighed angrily. Krishna turned; his face was grim now. “What did you say?” He asked. His face seemed to be burning with a growing rage. Rukmini gulped, “I-I’m sorry.”

“I heard. Now, you listen, and you listen clearly. Never dare apologize to me again. Now let’s go teach your brother some manners, shall we?” Rukmini followed him quietly. Her brother, Yuvaraj Rukmi was already loading his bow. Letting out a little scream, Rukmini took a few steps back. To her horror, Krishna had also drawn a long sword. For the better part of an hour, she watched horrified as Rukmi and Krishna fought back and forth, their anger growing by the second. I did not want this! She watched her brother slowly lose the hack of the duel while a huge army led by a man wielding a golden mace drew closer. It was his brother, Balarama. She turned just in time to see her brother, Rukmi, on his knees, held by his hair, Krishna shivering in rage, the famed Sudarshana chakra in his hand. In a jiff, she found herself clutching his feet, sobbing and begging for her brother’s life.

Immediately Krishna knelt beside her, letting go of her brother. Wiping her tears, he said, “It’s okay princess, I will let him live. Please relax. I just want to avenge the insult he meted to you by promising your hand in marriage without your consent, that’s it.” Rukmini’s throat had gone dry. She found herself unable to speak. She just kept pressing his hands, hoping her prayer showed in her eyes. “Okay, since this is your wish, I will let him live, but he cannot go scot-free.” He smiled, “And as his soon-to-be brother-in-law, don’t you think I should educate him about the consequences of his wrongdoings? I feel it as my right.” Rukmini looked on as Krishna approached the now tightly bound Rukmi, grinning ear-to-ear. “So, Mr. Brother-in-law, let's hear the apology?” Wincing, Rukmi let out an angry murmur of apology. “Okay, and don’t you think that hairstyle is a bit outdated? Since you are not a very valiant young man, between bullying your little sister and hiding behind Jarasandha and his cronies, I think you must give up some of those luscious locks now.” Rukmini watched in incredulity as with a fluid motion of an arrow, Krishna shaved half of Rukmi’s head and moustache.

Chuckling loudly, Balarama opened Rukmi’s bondage and shooed him off on his half-broken chariot. Rukmini felt a warm hard across her shoulder. Finally, she managed a faint smile. While they bent down to seek Balarama’s blessings, he laughed and said to her, “Vaidarbhi, here’s something that might give you some hope. Your husband is not always Sudarshana-angry. Mostly he’s just this-lock-of-hair-level angry. I don’t know if it would help, but I am usually the angrier one in the scene.” Krishna chuckled back at him, “Now, Dau. If I could have some privacy with my wife?”

“Yes, sure! Have me drive out a hundred miles in the middle of the night, fight a hell of a battle and then demand privacy with your, may I mention, not-as-yet wife?! You, mister, will board your chariot and do not let me catch you parked anywhere before you've reached Grandpa’s palace. And you, sister, will keep him in check because the next time he disturbs my sleep, I break his neck.”

Grinning sheepishly, Krishna helped Rukmini onto his chariot, an arm around her waist. Rukmini blushed bright red, “Well, at least, I know not to apologize anymore!” She hid her face at the crook of his neck as Balarama reached out and pulled down the privacy curtains as the chariot rolled forward.

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thereader-radhika · 10 months

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Malayadhwaja Pandyan in Mahabharata

Pandya, who dwelt on the coast-land near the sea, came accompanied by troops of various kinds to Yudhishthira.

This Pandya king is addressed by two names in the epic - Malayadhwaja and Sarangadhwaja. 'Malaya' and 'Saranga' both mean "sandalwood" and the name is derived from the Tripuranthaka aspect of Shiva, who made Malaya mountains (named for the Sandal trees that grow on it) his yoke during the burning of the triple cities. He is a very fascinating character.

During Yuddhishtira's Rajasuya, Pandya and Chola monarchs brought gifts which were accepted, but they were not allowed inside.

And the Kings of Chola and Pandya, though they brought numberless jars of gold filled with fragrant sandal juice from the hills of Malaya, and loads of sandal and aloe wood from the Dardduras hills, and many gems of great brilliancy and fine cloths inlaid with gold, did not obtain permission (to enter).

Discrimination! Discrimination!

His country was annexed by Vrishnis at some point and his father was killed by Sri Krishna himself.

It was he [Krishna] that slew King Pandya by striking his breast against his . . .

He yearned for vengeance and trained under the renowned teachers of that era for that purpose. Even if he couldn't have killed Krishna, he was capable of causing great damage, as we can see later. But he listened to good counsel and gave up his revenge fantasies for the greater good. Very admirable indeed.

The mighty Sarangadhvaja . . . his country having been invaded and his kinsmen having fled, his father had been slain by Krishna in battle. Obtaining weapons then from Bhishma and Drona, Rama and Kripa, prince Sarangadhvaja became, in weapons, the equal of Rukmi and Karna and Arjuna and Achyuta. He then desired to destroy the city of Dvaraka and subjugate the whole world. Wise friends, however, from desire of doing him good, counselled him against that course. Giving up all thoughts of revenge, he is now ruling his own dominions.

One can even say that Malayadhwajan became a karmayogi before Krishna advised Gita to Arjunan, by not chasing personal glory and fighting selflessly for the people who were consistently bad to his clan.

Praised as "hardly inferior to Indra on the field of battle" and "followed when he fights by numberless warriors of great courage", Malayadhwajan led one of the 7 akshauhinis of the Pandava faction and fought valiantly until the 16th day of the battle. I don't understand what was he doing with those Pandavas who wouldn't let him or his father (I not sure about the timeline) enter the Rajasuya yajnasala.

On the 16th day, as he was destroying Karna's army which "began to turn round like the potter's wheel", Ashwatthama challenged him to one-to-one combat. When he fought Ashwatthama, Karna destroyed the army that surrounded him and Ashwatthama destroyed his chariot, as his arrows were unable to pierce the King himself. The epic says that Ashwatthama was quite excited by this fight and didn't slay Pandyan when he got an opening because he wanted to fight for some more time. Malayadhwajan climbed a stray elephant and threw lances at Ashwatthama who narrowly escaped with his beautiful crown shattered. This infuriated him and he killed the king, his elephant and the final six warriors that followed their Lord.

At this, Ashvatthama blazed up with exceeding rage . . . and took up four and ten shafts capable of inflicting great pain upon foes. . . with three the two arms and the head of the king, and with six he slew the six mighty car-warriors, endued with great effulgence, that followed king Pandya . . .

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talonabraxas · 1 year

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Lord Krishna in the centre with his flute. The Sun Temple at Konark in Orissa is a UNESCO World Heritage Monument erected in the middle of the 13th Century by the Eastern Ganga King Narasimadeva in the form of a Chariot of the Sun God. The beauty of the temple lies in its exquisitely carved wheels of the chariot that have sculptures engraved all along its spokes and circumferance- containing amotous figures of women in different postures along with the divine Lord Krishna in the centre charming them with the tune of his flute.

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harinishivaa · 10 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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rheaitis · 10 months

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thoughts on a what if arjuna had been a girl scenario? i feel like she’d somehow still manage to outshine everyone else and end up gaining the attention of karna, however better or worse it may manifest in this world…

ahahahaha so MANY content warnings, you guys! (implied incest, assault, canonical levels of violence)

“Let me get the wheel out of this mire, and I’ll fight you,” Vasusen pleads, his eyes on the ground, his hands scrabbling to hold up the wheel. “I will duel with you, only wait.”

Almost, almost Anagha heeds… not his words but his voice, his desperate sunken eyes. He looks grimed, without the golden armour that had been so warm against her skin, when… He looks defeated already, mud and blood smeared on his arms, his scarred chest. That year before Krishn came for her, she had grown as adept in the use of a dagger as ever with a sword, but Vasusen had just laughed and wrapped her in his stifling embrace, had crooned comfort at her while she raged and wept and flew at him with knives, pins, nails.

Some other year, perhaps. Some other lifetime. But it is the seventeenth day of the Kurukshetra War, and all pity has long since bled out of Anagha. She scarcely needs Krishna’s hand tight on her hip, his voice urgent in her ear.

“You killed my nephew,” she tells him, quiet under the din of the battlefield. “That child, I held him in my hands when he came out of his mother, I wiped his nostrils clean for his first breath. I wrapped his corpse to put him on the pyre. Do you think you deserve mercy, a good death? Answer me!”

He looks up and his eyes catch on her face, recognition flooding in. “Princess,” he whispers, in the voice that followed her into and woke her from nightmares, so different in the crowded daylight. The sun is in his eyes, a benediction on his silvering hair when he closes them. “No. For the boy, and for what I did to you, I deserve whatever you mete out.”

It is so easy to kill him, in the end, kneeling in the mud with his throat bared. So easy Anagha is bewildered at first by Krishn taking Gandiv from her, easing her to a seat on the floor of their chariot, chafing warmth into her hands.

“If there is guilt in this, it is mine to bear,” he is saying when she can hear again, in the urgent tone that means he has said it before. “Mine for leaving you there, mine for leaving you in the forest with your brothers, mine for letting you shoulder many griefs. Not yours, never yours. My beloved friend, my brave one, your deeds will resound down the ages. Up, now. Up and to camp before the Kauravas scramble into order.”

Anagha retrieves Gandiv, stands alert as Krishn drives them back into the welcoming arms of the Pandav host. It is no great thing, to have slain Vasusen even with guile, when she has felled Bhishma already. There is no reason to feel bile rise in her throat, no place for the tears with which she had watered Prince Devavrat’s feet.

“You have,” says Shakuni, “other siblings, O King. The wise Sahadev, the wondrous Nakul, the valiant Anagha. Shall you not hazard them and win back your wealth, your legions, your brother Vrikodar?”

Yudhisthir, trapped, bets their younger brothers, loses them both, pales till the veins stand out on his shaking hands, his sweating brow.

“I hazard,” he says, and stoppers his mouth, darting a glance at Bhim in his shackles, at the twins. “I hazard…”

“Anagha, daughter of Pandu, the unvanquished,” she says into the waiting silence, going to her knees at his back. “He hazards me. What do you put against it?”

Better her, for whatever cruelty their cousins can concoct, than Panchali. Better Anagha’s calloused hands and broad shoulders and habit of suffering, than Draupadi’s ferocious fragility, her beauty like a flame nestled in an eggshell.

Vasusen grins and whispers to Duryodhan, who laughs. “For a woman forty and unwed, lingering in her brother’s household with a barren womb? Only the chance to retrieve what he has already lost.”

Yudhisthir loses again; hazards Panchali; loses again. A servant returns rebuffed from the women’s quarters. Dushasan goes himself, returns with precious cargo, hauling her along with a cruel hand twisted into her hair.

Panchali wins. Bloody and battered, she shames their elders into three boons, frees herself and her husband and…

“Give me my sister-in-law,” she says. “Give me Pritha’s daughter and we will go quietly away.”

Vasusen scoffs. “Oh, where? To Panchal where your brothers will arm their men? To Dwaraka where the Yadavas will bristle at the insult? No, Yajnaseni, you cannot sail your husband’s kin safe across the rivers of misfortune. But you may rest assured, glorious one, that she will not be neglected.”

In the end it is Vasusen who catches them. Too late for it to affect the swayamvara, too early to not cause new chaos.

“A woman to wed a woman,” he laughs, “a new thing indeed is the King of Panchal showing us.”

The assembled princes and priests, already wounded, break into bemusement like a beehive swarming. On the dais Panchali’s eyes go wide and wounded, her brother’s hand tight on her arm.

“No, no,” Jarasandh scoffs, “you younglings have such short memories. He tricked Hiranyavarman ten years ago, brought in a wife for his eldest daughter. Ha! Is this a woman, truly? What an eye you have, boy.”

Anagha darkens under the sudden appraising gaze of so many men. Even the princes of Panchal, who should know better, even her mother’s nephew, who should know her, even… especially Vasusen, whom she had once foolishly thought of as her friend.

To the side Bhim stills into a predatory stance, willing to break their way out of this hall. Foolish of them, to have come at all, against their mother’s admonition, their brother’s advice.

Anagha laughs, head back and feet planted, her voice rising into the clear registers she forsook for her slight disguise.

“So,” she says, still smiling, “I have won a bride for my brother. What of it? Is such a thing unknown in Aryavarta? Didn’t everyone hear at their mother’s knee the tale of Prince Bhishm’s great valour? Only us? Well then, O Kings, hear now that Pandu’s children have followed their forebear in this too, and tell it to your children.”

Everything moves after that almost too quickly for comprehension: the Yadavas at their back, and the delighted smile that almost hides the shadow in Panchali’s gaze, and the chariot driven by Prince Dhrishtadyumn himself that brings them to their little hut in its clearing.

“Come away now,” Krishn whispers after her mother has spent her first bout of rage and turned all-smiles to Princess Draupadi and her twin. “Let your brothers fend for themselves a little while; we have much to talk about, you and I.”

“A man such as this, to match valour with the heiress of Pandu? A man of no known antecedents, no proven deeds?”

The scorn in Acharya Kripam’s voice is deadly, thunderous amplified by the acoustics of the stadium. Anagha recognises in her own body the flinch that overtakes his, though these are not the words they use for her.

Duryodhan shouts defiance, blusters and makes promises, sends servants running.

“I will battle him,” she says, overlapping Duryodhan, silencing him. “I will contend with him. What, shall I ask every stranger in a hunt or a fight their ancestry before I string my bow? I spent my childhood playing with the children of sages and scavengers alike, will you bar me now from testing my mettle against this man?”

“Princess Anagha is wilful,” Acharya Kripam says, and this time it is she who flinches. She could recite it with him, the litany of her deviations from docility that has only grown with her.

“Daylight’s wasting,” Bhim drawls, coming up to put his bulk behind her. “Let them fight or send them off the field, Acharya; the commoners are getting restive.”

“Let them fight,” Duryodhan urges, “he will be a prince by nightfall, whoever his parents might be. Come, Acharya Dron arranged such a spectacular show for his favourite, will you truly disappoint the spectators?”

Anagha is in the hayloft, nursing her wrist, hiding only a very little from the crowd out looking for her. If she is found before she can feign being free of pain nobody will let her pick up a sword for months and months, and a bow never. Acharya Kripam is already against it, and his comments make Mother purse her lips into a thin line and frown. She’ll fall behind everyone if she’s held back so long, and it’s just a little pain, after all, her wrist isn't even interesting colours like Duryodhan’s was last month when he fell out of the tree Bhim was shaking, just swollen and… probably a little purple? It’s difficult to see, in the dimness and against her dark skin.

“Princess,” someone calls up from the stable floor. “Come down, they’re gone to check the gardens near the Durga temple.”

Anagha crawls out from behind the hay bale and looks over the edge: a youth in the livery of the royal stables smiles at her, his hands full of cloth and little pots. As old as Yudhishtir at least, probably a few years older still. Almost a man grown; adults were variable in their priorities, and so many of them wanted to curry favour.

“No,” Anagha tells him, and sits where she can keep an eye on him. If he leaves to fetch someone she’ll have to scramble down the ladder and sprint up past the kitchens to the fishponds: Bhim has a blind there that nobody else knows about, not even Yudhishtir. It will be painful but she can manage.

“I have liniment,” the boy wheedles. “I heard you’ve hurt your hand in training.”

“Horse liniment?”

The boy laughs, as though that isn’t perfectly logical. “No, Princess. Liniment for humans; we get hurt sometimes working with the horses.”

He has a nice laugh, and—Anagha peers down at him again—his eyes are deep-set and kind, like Mother’s. And her wrist does rather hurt.

“What’s your name?”

“Vasu,” the boy says, “but I’m nobody, Princess.”

This is obviously a lie, even if he means, as they all mean, that he’s nobody she needs to bother about. But she’ll let him keep his secret if he’ll keep hers.

“I won’t come down,” she temporises, “but you can come up here.”

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Things I learned while re-watching Star Plus Mahabharata (Part 20/many):

Really glad that the women chose to stay in Kurukshetra during the battle.

I will never get over Dushasan’s Dyson air-wrapped hair.

I just love the bond between Bhishma and Vidur. So pure.

Krishna and his giant cocktail ring.

Wait, Krishna is doing past life therapy now.

I am so here for the Panchal princes, Shikhandin and Dhrishtadyumna. I love writing about them in my stories also.

Shakuni is right. This war is between him and Krishna. And ironically they both want the same thing. The destruction of the Kurus.

Oh! Arjun bragging about his ability to shoot in the dark. I have a story about this btw.

Oh God, I love this line from Shakuni. If a woman is a mother, she is revered. If she is a wife, she is adored. If she is a daughter, she is someone’s good fortune. If she is someone’s daughter-in-law, she is respected.

Too bad they didn’t adhere to the last part.

Yudhisthir is Yudhisthiring.

Also, everyone here seems to be a TERF or whatever the equivalent is for a trans man.

Why do they keep showing a water body near Kurukshetra? What even is it? The Ganga? The Yamuna? Why does it have waves?

When Shikhandin says that the war was born out of Gandhari and Shakuni and because of what Bhishma did to both of them. Chills. My man speaks FACTS.

Indra is going to pull a fast one on Karna, isn’t he?

But Daddy Surya is going to come and warn him beforehand.

Karna went from being my most favourite character as a child to my most hated as an adult. This is what I call character development.

Karna is co-opting the anti-casteism movement and my man is not even low caste?

What is this ego class between Bhishma and Karna?

Oh, nice foreshadowing with Karna and the stuck wheel!

I’ve said this before but I do not appreciate Starbharat reducing Duryodhan’s relationship with Karna as one of use. Yes, Duryodhan used Karna but they were also best friends. Don’t take that away from them!

Karna recognises Indra, doesn’t he?

Indra has always been a little bitch.

Sometimes Karna reminds me of another annoying, self-righteous person that I can’t stand—Yudhisthir.

Indra to Krishna, probably: hello, nightmare child.

FFS, Arjun doesn’t even recognise his own daddy.

Even my mother is impressed by Shaheer Sheikh’s hair game.

Arjun has finally realised and he’s on the run? What does he want to do? Warn Karna?

I don’t understand how the earrings were protecting Karna? Maybe they were just for style.

It’s time Arjun accepted himself as a nepo baby and moved on.

O RLY? Arjun bringing up Ekalavya is a class act. As if he wasn’t the one who told Dronacharya in the first place that he couldn’t teach Ekalavya—that mini casteist.

Indra says that a part of the Gods (Karna’s earrings and armour) cannot participate in the war yet Narayan himself is participating in the war on the side of the Pandavas. What is this hypocrisy?

Krishna (probably): FFS, Indra. Now I gotta come up with a backup plan for this Indrastra.

Did Krishna just summon Shakuni with dirt?

Oh, Duryodhan seems concerned for Karna and not just upset that he gave away his armour and earrings?

Shakuni looks rightfully disappointed.

Shakuni now casually quoting Balaram???

Don’t be a dumbass and tell your sons about Karna’s birth, Kunti! Your stupid sons will never fight in this war then.

Mamashri Shayla’s hairline is sending me.

Ashwatthama! I am seeing him after so long!

Shalya dragging Dhritarashtra and Gandhari is a 2023 fever dream.

Sahadev, the most inconsequential of the five Pandavas, killing Shakuni is my jam.

How does Bhishma know about Karna’s true parentage? Maybe his mother told him? She’s another piece of work.

Wtf Bhishma is not even related to Arjuna, let alone Karna, FFS.

Duryodhan stroking his sheathed sword is such a…mood.

Duryodhan telling Bhishma to resign as Senapati—you fool, that’s what he wanted all along.

Good done, Duryodhan. You have Drona and Bhishma, neither of whom will touch a hair on the Pandavas’ heads. And now you have Karna who will also not hurt the Pandavas (other than Arjun). But you don’t even know that.

It’s so much nicer in my story where Arjun asks Krishna to be his charioteer.

All the warriors bowing before the Hanuman statue except for my main man, Krishna, coz Ram does not bow before Hanuman.

Krishna looks so done with Yudhisthir’s Yudhisthiring.

Bhishma pulling an UNO reverse card.

Krishna still looks done LMAO.

OG Grandaddy is here.

Dafuq. Satyavati was still alive? How old was she? 300? She saw her grandsons’ grandsons’ kids? My brain cannot comprehend this.

Upset that everyone is calling Ved Vyas, Bhagwan, and not Daddy Pitashri.

Sanjay has been turned into a satellite dish.

Arjun already looks like he is having second thoughts.

Goddamnit it, Arjun.

Krishna is like, now is my time to ✨ shine ✨

Never seen Krishna look so disappointed by Arjun.

My man Arjun is a simpleton. Don’t confuse him further, Krishna.

Did Krishna just call Arjun…impotent?

I love it when Krishna gets mad.

The Bhagavat Gita is going to be one long exercise in calling Arjun stupid it seems.

Krishna has been acting dodgy his whole life. Arjun has known him for most of it. So has he been living under a rock that he doesn’t realise that there is more to Krishna than what meets the eye? He was married to his sister. They are literal cousins. How could he be so oblivious?

Ahimsa hi param dharma hai. We will revisit this in avatar #9.

Arjun is like show me the receipts Vishwaroop.

#mahabharata #mahabharat #starbharat #starbharat recap #siwt

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krishnaart · 1 year

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☀ SHRI KRISHNA GOVINDA ☀

"The sun who is the king of all the planets, full of infinite effulgence, the image of the good soul, is as the eye of this world. I adore the primeval Lord Govinda in pursuance of whose order the sun performs his journey mounting the wheel of time."~Śrī brahma-saṁhitā

#KRISHNA

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santoschristos · 19 days

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Sudarshana Chakra

(The Wheel of Auspicious Vision)

The Sudarshana Chakra legend that is recounted is the one in which Vishwakarma, the architect of Gods diminished the shine of Lord Surya, the Sun God. Vishwakarma's daughter was married to Surya, but could not go near Him as it was difficult to endure His scorching brilliance and heat. So Vishwakarma had to reduce the intensity of the Sun by churning him. This created a Sun dust from which Vishwakarma created a few powerful golden objects, including the Sudarshana Chakra. Other weapons were Trishula and Pushpak Vimaan which were respectively the weapons of Lord Vishnu, Shiva and Lord Kuber. Lord Vishnu holding Sudarshana Chakra is worshipped as Chakrathazhwar, Sage of the wheel.

When Lord Krishna took incarnation, Shri Vishnu gave him this chakra which he could use immediately at any time, it was his own property. During Samudra Manthan, Lord Vishnu used the Sudarshan chakra to cut through the demon Swarbanu who then became Rahu and Ketu. During Daksha yagna it was used by Shri Vishnu to cut burnt Satis body into 51 parts which fell on earth and became Shakti Peeths, holy places for worshipping goddess Shakti.

1- The Sudarshan Chakra has 108 serrated blades, and has the capability to travel several million yojanas (1 Yojana = 8 kms) at a blink of an eye.

2- It is not thrown at anybody, rather, by willpower, it is sent against the enemy. It has tremendous occult and spiritual power to destroy everything.

3- Once out of finger, it chases the enemy and never returns without achieving intended results.

Om Namo Narayana -- Jai Shri Vishnu

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stxrrynxghts · 7 months

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Subhadra (and Draupadi)

I am gonna be talking about what I dislike on the way this woman is treated by ppl, including shows and stuff. This is just my opinion, don't cancel me over this.

Subhadra is someone who is mostly seen as Krishna's sister, Arjun's wife and Abhimanyu's mother, mostly. She doesn't actually have her own identity when we talk about her. I have seen people downright act as if she is Draupadi's "slave", which is not fair. Subhadra is her own person, who should be seen beyond the tags of a sister, wife and mother.

But then, this specific set of people HATE it when you point out that Subhadra IS Abhimanyu's mother. She is the adult who was with him for the major part of his life, and who was responsible for his upbringing, not Arjun, not Draupadi, not Yudhishthira and definitely not Karna.

The show, Star Plus Mahabharat, did a great job in showing Subhadra as dumb. She doesn't know that it is a diagram of a war formation, she doesn't understand what her brother is saying, and she is stuck in this bubbly, naive, childish character, who is somewhat of a third wheel between Arjun and Draupadi. Now, I like Draupadi aka the CANON Draupadi, not any show's version.

See, I like Draupadi, and it is not wrong to show a relation between her and Abhimanyu, BUT, pls keep in mind that Abhimanyu has not been around these people since 14 years. How can he be this close to Draupadi (and Arjun) out of a sudden?

Abhimanyu, in the show, never mentions Subhadra, not even once. It is a pretty light thing, very minor, and it is a show with many inaccuracies, and their portrayal of Draupadi is not accurate in any sense. Didn't they show her say that she won't marry the son of a suta, an event which is clearly, not canon?

But, what has happened, is part of a "domino effect". I have read many stories, on certain other writing platforms, and there you can clearly see the effects of this type of writing.

Abhimanyu, in these stories, has no regard for his own mother. Draupadi, in these stories, is the center of the Pandava world. She only loves Arjun, Krishna and Abhimanyu, while her own sons, other husbands and brothers are disregarded by her.

Subhadra is accused of marrying Arjun, and of "stealing" Draupadi's son. These writers, who are 12-13 year old kids, with no knowledge of the actual story, try to "uplift" Draupadi as a character but end up villainizing her instead.

Honestly, one story even justified Draupadi snatching away newborn Abhimanyu from his mother. She also pays 0 attention to the Upapandavas in this story. Thankfully , it was taken down a year ago.

Subhadra is vilified for being Krishna's sister, Arjun's wife and Abhimanyu's mother, by many. That is not right. I am repeating again, that I absolutely have no problem with the canon Draupadi, but the one who is shown by some people? No, I don't like her. Because she isn't Draupadi, she is a different version of her.

Even the shows don't do Subhadra justice. BR Chopda barely gave Subhadra any screen time. Radha Krishn did the same. Suryaputra Karna did not even bother including her, as did Dharmakshetra.

And Star Plus Mahabharat? They ruined most all female characters. Most events related to Draupadi are well...fictional. Her birth, her meeting with Krishna, her meeting with Arjun, the circumstances that lead to her wedding, the villification that follows in Hastinapur, the division of Indraprasth, in the Rajasuya Yagya, many parts of the Game of dice, the incognito year, her knowing about how her sons are going to die, and because of which her subsequent reaction in the War, and in the end, Gandhari's reaction to her, are all events which can be considered fictional. This isn't how the main female Protagonist should be treated as, folks. And well, btw, when they aren't paying attention to characters like Kunti and Draupadi, why will they do anything right with Subhadra?

Subhadra's meeting with Arjun, the Kalyavan thing, Subhadra's marriage with Arjun, and her pregnancy are all botched up to the extent that now, after I have read some stuff here and there, I don't even want to watch this show.

Before writing a hate comment, pls re-read the parts where I have stated that I DON'T HATE THE OG DRAUPADI. And as far as I know, any shows portrayal of hers doesn't count as the real Draupadi. This became kind of a mix on both these women, and y'all who are my friends/have checked my other posts KNOW my opinions on Draupadi and Subhadra both. So , pls, I have a mental health too, and I am not trying to undermine any character.

#mahabharat #mahabharata #subhadra #hindu mythology #draupadi #dont hit me plz #i dont want to die a premature dearh guys #i cant believe that i went from worshipping this show to the point of hating it somewhere #when u know that ur show is a red flag but still like it #*sigh*

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littleobelia · 9 months

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Cut from my nurserry2 fic

Perhaps through an association of guilt, Harry thinks of a patient he once had, back in oncology, years ago now.

She claimed to be allergic to every kind of painkiller they had, to varying degrees. Even paracetamol gave her hives. She was wheeled out of theatre and into the confines of his care with a large intestine that now sought its egress via her lower abdomen. All surgeries create traumas, some so small as to barely be felt, and some so enormous it takes months to recover. Considering she had quite literally been ripped a new arsehole, one of the more painful procedures, she ought to have been given analgesia, but she elected to have only kind words and aromatherapy as her recourse. At night, the pain kept her from sleeping, so she stayed awake, working on a find-a-word through her half-moon spectacles, her pale shaved head reflecting the light from the reading lamp like a full moon.

She was already bald before she started the chemo; one of those Hare Krishnas, the chanting and drumming people. Krishna was her one true love. She worshipped him in the form of a small polyresin figurine of a black-haired, red-lipped boy playing a flute. This is just for the time being, she said; I’ve a whole shrine at home, and the centrepiece is a beautiful bronze, ten inches tall, I polish him every day so you can see your reflection in the sole of his foot, can you believe it Harry?

Harry had asked her once, does he have a mother? Why yes, she replied, but since he is the god of all creation he does not really need her. He created her, not the other way round.

When she died, no one came to collect her things. She had a son and daughter living in London, but her express wishes were for them not to be contacted. Harry kept the statue of the jaunty little flautist and blue-tacked it to his keyboard, thinking perhaps the deity would like to be near music, as she had loved music. Brahms was her favourite, but Harry played mostly original compositions.

He stole it. He stole her god. When no one was looking, he slipped it into his pocket. Stole from the dead.

He winds down the window. Maybe the fresh air will combat his growing nausea and breathlessness.

#my fic #cutting room floor #idk #too off topic it had to be cut

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