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wait you study fashion?? that is literally so cool!!! i really want to get into fashion more, could you recommend media, books or anything that could help? (if its not too much obviously hehe)
thank you!! of course I would love that!
movies & documentaries:-
The devil wears prada (2006) (it's a classic)
Cruella! (2021)
Mahogany (1975)
Funny face (1957) (audrey hepburn is stellar in this!!)
Who are you, polly maggoo? (1966)
Catwalk (1995) (personal favorite)
Westwood: punk. icon. activist (2018) (I did a shoot on Vivienne Westwood few months back and it is one of my personal favorites)
McQueen (2018)
Books:-
Supreme Models: Iconic Black Women Who Revolutionized Fashion
The Little Dictionary of Fashion - Christian Dior (I have this with me and I kinda like this)
Vogue: The Editor's Eye - (I have this with me too and this basically shows how important the role of editors has been in fashion and alsostudies the work of some of Vogue's legendary editors, including Polly Allen Mellen and Grace Coddington)
Grace: A Memoir (speaks of the aforementioned Grace Coddington and her rise to the fashion industry from her beginning days of being a model to her work with Anna Wintour)
The Battle of Versailles - when I learnt about this in class, I'll tell you, my jaw dropped! this was an iconic event that catapulted American fashion into worldwide fame!! it's one of my favorite events and I can go on and on about this!!!
#sorry im so late! but here you go!#do let me know once you read or watch any of these!!!#manwalaage#asks#resources
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Khule khabon mein
Jeete hain, jeete hain baawre..
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Sooo I am gonna watch RRR again Tommo-row with my projector again. You know, recreating the big screen effect at home. Well, just thought I should let you lovelies know. *Blowing my nails*
Oh, BTW, did I mention that I might have gotten my hands (claws) on THE print? You know, The HD print?
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Tomie ♡ (Maneater)
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Devi Saraswati, the one who is dressed in a white attire, who is the epitome of knowledge and education, the one who governs learning in the Universe,
You hold the Veena and the book, you remove the darkness by illuminating our lives with the knowledge
You hold a garland of beads that sparkle and you are seated on a lotus that represents blossoming mindfulness.
I worship you, O mother Sharada, the Goddess of wisdom
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Also hope Maa saraswati blesses us to pass our exams and tests
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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <33
Thank you <3
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writing a new sirius x reader fic tell me who wants to be tagged
usual names: @mad-who-ra @manwalaage @lil-stark @rambheem-is-real @vijayasena @budugu @voidsteffy
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Dear MB fandom, please accept my first attempt at drawing my OTP: Draupadi x Arjun.
It is not exactly what I’d envisioned, BUT at least I finished it. I just began drawing recently, so I’ll appreciate feedback.
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More ‘RRR as tumblr shitposts’
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Smiles of our hearts
@dumdaradumdaradum I know you asked me for something else, but this story really went somewhere else while I was writing and followed it, soooo............ yeah
“Y/n, y/n, jaan, can we please don’t do this? Please?”
“I’m sorry jaana. But we have to.”
“Y/n we can do this another day also naaaaa.”
Y/n turned, hands on her hips as she spoke in her sternest voice, “Alluri Ramaraju, it is August. Do you realise what that means? Festivals. So many festivals. There’s Ganapati, Navratri, Dusshera, Diwali, beech mein all the other smaller poojas and you have approximately zero, and I mean zero clothes.”
Ram pouted at that, before replying in his most indignant voice, “Ayyy mataraani. I have clothes. What are you talking about”
Y/n rolled her eyes at that. “Haan sorry. My bad. You can celebrate in your uniform thik hai? Ghar ke bahar baithe rehna”
“Arreeee. Fine. Agreed. But why does it have to be nowwww??????”
Y/n couldn’t help chuckle at that. Her husband, the fierce police officer, the one who could bring down entire riots, was whining like a child at the thought of shopping. Still smiling, she answered, “Ram I know you don’t care much for celebrations and all. I get that, really. But that was when you were alone. Ab mai hoon na? If not for anything else, just come along to indulge me?”
He could have melted right there and then. Ab mai hoon na. When was the last time someone had spoken so gently to him? Or asserted their place in his life like her? He didn’t even remember. And when she asked it like that, when she asked him to do it for her happiness, who was he to deny? Feeling a smiletugging at the corners of his mouth, he answered, “Thik hai. Let’s go.”
“Really?? Thank you, thank you, thank you!!”
She was jumping with happiness. God damn it his heart shouldn’t be flipping at that. He did not need to feel butterflies in his stomach at seeing her smile. He shouldn’t have been that attracted to the way her hair was bouncing around with her. But here he was, looking at his wife, wearing an expression that could only be described as lovesick.
Y/n stopped jumping as she realised Ram had gone very quiet. Looking at him, she saw him looking-well, she wasn’t even sure how he was looking at her. All she knew was it was causing her heart to work double time the longer she stood there gazing at him.
“Ram?”
“Hmmm?” Was she moving closer? Oh gods she was.
“Ram! Kya hua?”
Shaking himself out of his stupor, he realized a) he had to say something that wouldn’t make him look like a fool b)she was standing very, very close to him. If he took one step ahead, they’d be breathing the same air. It almost made him shiver.
“Nahi, kuch nahi. Just, if you are going to take me to the market-”
“Haan?”
“-You have to buy me a kulfi”
Y/n really had to break out in giggles at that. He really was a little child when he wanted to be.
“Accha baba, thik hai. You’ll get your kulfi”
Ram actually grinned at that, a full-blown gorgeous grin that showed off his dimples. Y/n couldn’t help but stare at that. He so rarely looked like that, eyes crinkled, dimples deepening, that she treasured every instance. It made her heart soar to know she was the cause of that happiness.
Ram didn’t even realise when his hand found hers as they walked out, but he knew that he didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon.
“Chaliye raanisaahebaa. Looks like we’re going to the market”
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Nada नाद ‘sound’
Nada (नाद) in Sanskrit, is the musical sound that pleases both the ear and the mind when it is heard. Nada is a combination of Nakar means life or breath and Dakar means fire or energy. The concept of Nada gave birth to the idea of music. It is both vyaktha, expressible as well as avyaktha, inexpressible. Nada is divided into Ahata and Anahata.
अहत Ahata refers to the sound produced by the conscious efforts of man. The science and art of music is based on Ahata. Ahata means ‘struck’ while Anahata means ‘unstruck’. This emerges in thought-form in Ajna Chakra (the third eye chakra), stationed between eyebrows, and finds expression in Vishuddha Chakra (the throat chakra) at the base of throat.
There are 6 types of Ahata Nada
i. Shareeraja Nada
The sound that is emnated from the human throat.
ii. Dhanuja Nada
The sound that is made by bowed string instruments like violin, sarangi, etc.
iii. Vayuja Nada
The sound produced from wind instruments like flute, nadaswaram, etc.
iv. Charmaja Nada
The sound produced by striking the "skin" of instruments like tabla, mridangam, etc.
v. Lohaja Nada
The sound produced by metallic instruments like the taal (cymbals, also called manjira)
vi. Nakhaja Nada
The sound produced by string instruments played by fingers (nails) like veena, sitar, etc.
अनाहत Anahata is the unstruck sound, word or melody. While Ahata Nada is produced by the acoustics of friction, Anahata Nada is spontaneous, perennial and abiding. It is music of the heavenly sphere, that reverberates in everyone, irrespective of whether one is conscious of it or not. It is Shabda Brahma, the Word as divine sound, perceived by evolved souls in the Nirvikalpa Samadhi, ‘seedless meditation’, that renders the bliss of unitary consciousness. Anahata Nada emanates from Sahasrara Chakra, the thousand-petalled lotus in the crown of head, with the awakening of Kundalini Shakti, serpent power, and is heard at Anahata Chakra, the heart centre.
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|| Menaka's entry to Indra's court: Then and Now ||
Eons have passed, yet Menaka still makes a striking entry at Indra's court. The same faces stare at her in awe, and she still smiles demurely at the attention she receives.
'She is like a rose in fresh bloom.' She had once overheard some of the junior apsaras talk about her amongst themselves. That day, she had looked at her mirror for a long time.
The first time when she had entered the court, she was highly nervous. Fresh as a lily, she was churned out of the milky ocean with no knowledge of her job and her surroundings. The devas and devis had stared at her in awe, paying no heed to her blush that adorned her fair cheeks.
Rambha, the queen of the apsaras immediately took a young Menaka under her wing and taught her dance, music, and the art of making love. Menaka being a quick learner could execute her dance movements with utmost perfection, impressing Rambha and the other apsaras.
Beauteous she was indeed. She often chose to drap herself in red garments. Red, the colour of love, passion and courage. Years later, she found the red colour in two of her lovers and her lovely little girl.
After training for months under Rambha, the queen had announced her arrival to the court for her debut performance. The divine residents of Swarga had impatiently waited for the newly arrived apsara to perform. Some wondered if her skills would be superior to the queen or not.
That evening, she arrived in a dark red garment with gold jewels adorned on her limbs. A rose adorned her thick braid that moved like a graceful snake with every sway of her hips. She hadn't noticed the lovelorn stare of one of the gandharvas who in the coming days would rule her heart.
Needles to stay, her debut performance was a huge success. The other apsaras had congratulated her, but Rambha's smile made Menaka the happiest.
Time has passed since that fateful day. The rose like charming maiden still possesses a bashful smile at the end of her performance. Urvashi, now her best companion hypes her up before her dance and hugs her tightly when she is done with her evening dance. Each time her anklet jingles, the divine beings beside her turn their attention towards her.
Not much has changed since then. But Menaka, now has considered Swarga as her home. The mortals might make stories how one apsara is envious of the other, but she knows that each one of the heavenly beauties will always have her back, and she theirs. Yes, that day she had missed catching Vasu's lovelorn stare at her, but now, when he finishes the final note on his Sitar, she always meets his eyes and winks at him while the charming gandharva pretends to faint at her.
Urvashi and Rambha smile at the couple and then call Menaka to join them for the rest of the evening.
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I have no idea what I wrote over here.
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might write a sitaramam fic sooner or later to refresh my writing palette that's been left untouched for so long, anyone wants to be tagged?
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