#vaidehi
Text
The feminine urge of holding hands with ur husband and spending 14 13 years of heaven in the forest away from the society <3
#desi love#lord rama#ram x sita#ramayana#valmiki ramayan#love#desi academia#sita#sita x ram#ravana#rama#ram mandir#ram leela#ram#indian aesthetic#desiblr#indian tumblr#india#desi indian#indian#desi#desi aesthetic#janaki#vaidehi
45 notes
·
View notes
Text
youtube
ಈ ವಿಡಿಯೋ ಜನಕ ಮಹಾರಾಜ ಮತ್ತು ಅಷ್ಟಾವಕ್ರರ ನಡುವೆ ನಡೆದಂತಹ ಒಂದು ವಿಶಿಷ್ಟ ಪ್ರಸಂಗವನ್ನು ಪ್ರಸ್ತುತಪಡಿಸುತ್ತದೆ. ಜನಕ ಹೇಗೆ ವಿದೇಹ ಜನಕನಾದ? ವಿದೇಹ ಅಂದರೆ ದೇಹವಿಲ್ಲದವನು ಎಂದು, ಸೀತೆಗೆ ವೈದೇಹಿ ಎಂಬ ಹೆಸರು ಏಕೆ ಬಂತು? ಸೀತೆಗೆ ವೈದೇಹಿ ಎಂಬ ಹೆಸರು ಜನಕ ಮಹಾರಾಜ ವಿದೇಹ ಜನಕನಾದ್ದರಿಂದ ಅವನ ಮಗಳಾದ ಸೀತೆಗೆ ವೈದೇಹಿ ಎಂದು ಹೆಸರು ಬಂತು. ಹಾಗಾದರೆ ಜನಕ ಏಕೆ ಮತ್ತು ಹೇಗೆ ವಿದೇಹನಾದ? ಜನಕ ಮಹಾರಾಜನ ನಿಗೂಢ ಕನಸುಗಳು ಏನು? ಈ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗೆ ಉತ್ತರ ಈ ವಿಡಿಯೋ
#PrachalaStudios#PrachalaMediaHouse#RavishankarMirle#RaviMirle#Mirle#podcast#KannadaStory#KannadaAudioStories#MoralStories#ShortStories#InspirationalTales#HistoricalTales#MotivationalTales#Podcast#KannadaPodcast#ಜನಕ#ವಿದೇಹಜನಕ#ಅಷ್ಟಾವಕ್ರ#vaidehi#janaka#janakamaharaj#ashtavakra#sageashtavakra#kannadastory#moralstories#kannadapodcast#kannadastories#rishiashtavakra#historicaltales#ravishankarmirle
0 notes
Text
22 notes
·
View notes
Text
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Aadhya Vaidehi dressing the insane way she does going into fights.
#aadhya vaidehi#d&d#tabaxi#tabaxi pc#barbarian park is no armor no problem. beat ass in a sari#Aadhya: ‘you can’t kill people if you ain’t cute 😌’
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
kissing your friends on their forehead is the most intimate and loving thing ever like its SO soft and SO cute u dont get it. ive always hated physical touch but my friends have made it bearable for me-- and i LIke it now?????? omg i love my friends
0 notes
Text
Book Review: 'Newsmakers Achievers Awards and My Struggle With Parallel Journalism' by Vaidehi Taman
Introduction:
In the realm of journalism, where truth often battles against biased narratives, Vaidehi Taman’s latest book, ‘NEWSMAKERS ACHIEVERS AWARDS AND MY STRUGGLE WITH PARALLEL JOURNALISM,’ takes readers on an enlightening journey through the author’s personal experiences and the challenges she faced as an independent journalist in India. This thought-provoking book offers a unique…
View On WordPress
#Asha Seth#asha seth book reviews#book review#missbookthief#Newsmakers Achievers Awards and My Struggle With Parallel Journalism#Vaidehi Taman
0 notes
Link
Jaggu Ani Juliet is most awaited ROM-COM Marathi film of 2023, starring Amey Wagh and Vaidehi Parshurami in lead role, directed by ace cinematographer Mahesh Limaye.
#Jaggu Ani Juliet#JagguAniJuliet#Amey Wagh#vaidehi parshurami#Marathi FIlm#MarathiFilm#Movie#Film#mahesh limaye#MaheshLimaye#Ajay-Atul
0 notes
Note
🎸
hiii!!
where are my fucking pills? - death spells
knife in the coffee - car seat headrest
girls on my mind - david byrne
cubicles - my chemical romance
tiny vessels - death cab for cutie
for every 🎸 i receive i’ll make a playlist of 5+ songs from my music on shuffle
1 note
·
View note
Note
ram being in love with the daughter of temple priest and even though he isn't very religious he still went there for sandhya aarti once he saw her one jhumke had fallen and finally able to gather some courage he decided to approach her and they had a talk or something.
also one more request don't use y/n can you pls use the name vaidehi ?
anon!!!! I love this prompt and I hope I did justice to your vision <3 (I'm on a writing high rn so I can actually write fast for once would you look at that?)
yemito ee maya
Two years after Governor Scott's death
Ram slowly walked away from his house, lost in thought. He could feel the wind in his face, rearranging his carefully styled hair and ruffling the shirt he just finished ironing. The sun, shining brightly in his eyes, slowly began its journey back to the horizon as kids laughed and ran back home from school. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, letting himself relax. There was a time when he didn’t know what the word relax meant, how it felt to feel his heart rate slowing and have time for himself. Now that he did, he never quite knew what to do with it. Sometimes, he would make a beeline to Bheem or Sita’s house to talk to them or have dinner together, other times, when he didn’t feel like socializing, he would sit at home and read a book. On days like today, when he just couldn’t get himself to pay attention to the words on a page, he’d huff and put down his book to go for a walk, thinking about how much his life and his India has changed.
“Ram anna, chai thaaguthara?” (tl. Do you want to drink chai?)
He turned his head and saw a group of kids at a street food stall looking at him eagerly and quickly recognized all of them from his colony. His mouth curved into a smile as he forgot about his earlier thoughts and started walking towards them, his hands checking his pockets to find his wallet.
“Aa thaguthanu. Anna, okka chai isthava?” (tl. Yes, I’ll drink some. Can you give me one chai?)
As the seller made his chai, he pretended to look in his wallet for money while secretly watching the kids, and smiled with a glint in his eyes as the kids’ faces fell, realizing he didn’t get them anything. He pulled out a 100 rupee note from his wallet and handed it to the vendor, who looked at him confused.
“Migilina paisalu tho pillalu ki vallaku ishtam ainadhi edhaina ivvandi, inka mitha meeru pettukondi.” (Give the kids whatever they want with the remaining money, and if there’s anything left you can keep it for yourself.)
The kids’ eyes widened at him in disbelief, and they quickly ran to the vendor before Ram could have second thoughts and asked for bajjis, dosas, lassis, and whatever else they could think of. Ram chuckled and shook his head, taking a seat at one of the tables and enjoying the warm taste of chai. He was completely aware the colony moms would make their displeasure very well known to him when he went home, but he figured he’d take it if it meant upholding his role as every kid’s favorite person.
The kids sat around him and became engrossed in conversations about their classes, the math teacher they despised, the cricket game they played last night, and a few other things and Ram sat back and listened attentively to their stories while tending to his chai, zoning out only once in a while when the conversation was directed away from him.
At one of these moments, he heard a laugh and the jingling of bangles coming towards them, and he turned his head subconsciously. His jaw dropped as his eyes rested on the source of the laughter: a woman, busy in conversation with a younger girl, walking towards them wearing a beautiful black and yellow saree, her hair tied back in a neat braid, with a book in her hands. As they walked up to her, he suddenly stood up, catching the woman’s attention. When she turned to face him, he held his breath and examined her eyes, bordered with kohl, and the bright red bindi above the bridge of her nose. Silver jhumkas adorned her ears glowing in the sun and the smell of the jasmines in her hair radiated off her, and he was lucky one of the kids pulled on his hand to get his attention. The woman’s face softened as she smiled, turned away from him, and walked away, and he quickly reoriented himself, telling the kids he had other work to do tonight and started in the direction the woman had left towards, promising the kids they’d play cricket together another night.
Ram speedwalked for a few minutes and finally caught up to them, trailing only a few meters behind, but he couldn’t bring himself to approach her. Internally, he was cursing himself out for making this seem easy to Bheem all those years ago, when he himself was such a mess at it. He wished Bheem, Sita, Jenny, the kids, or literally anyone was with him right now to tell him what to do and how not to embarrass himself. His shoe stepped on something and he tripped over, clasping his mouth to make sure no sound came out. When he turned to see what caused it, he found one of her silver jhumkas lying in the dirt. Ram couldn’t believe his luck and he picked up the jhumka, taking it as a sign from the universe to meet her. He then followed her, his faith in himself somehow reinstated simply by the fact he had something of hers in his pocket.
The women approached a Shiva temple, removed their shoes, and entered, and Ram stopped outside. He hadn’t been inside a temple since his father was killed by the British. Everyone close to him had tried to reinstate his faith in god, but he always shut down the idea by stating that if god was real, his father wouldn’t be dead, and if god is real and let his father be killed, then he had every reason to be extremely angry at that god. Ram almost turned around and left, but then he saw the woman returning outside, and froze, realizing she was staring at him.
“Intha dhooram vachi lopadiki raara?” (tl. You came this far, won’t you come in?) she asked. Realizing he was stuck, he slowly took off his shoes and stepped into the temple.
Once he was standing next to her, she asked him what his name was and he replied saying his name is Ram. She introduced herself as Vaidehi, and he said the name back to her, appreciating the way it rolled on his tongue. They sat in the back of the temple, and Vaidehi opened her book and started reading while he examined her features, and noticed she had removed the other jhumka. Ram hated being interrupted while reading, but he also needed to close this silence somehow, so he craned his neck to see what book she was reading.
“Avunu, gudiki vachi em pustakam chaduvuthunnavu? Adhi intlo guda cheyyachu kadha?” (tl. What book are you reading in the temple that you can’t read at home?)
That beautiful laughter that first got him to turn his head towards her escaped her mouth again and she told him his father was the head priest and she enjoyed attending the sandhya aarti whenever she could. She told him about the book she was reading, History of Dharmashastra, and they both fell into an animated conversation about the development of Indian ancient societies and their dreams for a modern and independent India. She said India needed more men like Alluri Ramaraju and he smiled and agreed, hiding the joy in his heart from hearing her say that. He never bothered mentioning that he was Ramaraju because he found it refreshing to talk to people normally without being treated like a savior everywhere he went.
Suddenly, a man, who he assumed was Vaidehi’s father, stood in front of the garbhagriha and everyone in the temple stood up. They recited bhajans, and while Ramaraju knew all of them from memory from his childhood and his mother, he quietly listened to Vaidehi’s voice. At the end, he took the prasadam from one of the other priests and walked back outside with Vaidehi. She asked him if he didn’t know the bhajans, and he replied saying he did, but he enjoyed listening to them much more than singing them, opting to leave out the truth about his father. They talked more about their interests, exchanged addresses, and talked about meeting again. As the sun finally set, she told him she needed to leave, and that they’d definitely meet again. Ram watched her walk away and put his hand in his pocket, touching the jhumka he never returned, whispering, “I promise we will.”
---
(a/n) should I make this a series lmao I have so many ideas for where this could go. also, I haven't been to india in like 6yrs now (curse the pandemic and then school/work) so idr if 100 rupees is acc a reasonable amount for the chai scene 🗿
open tag list: @obsessedtoafault @rambheem-is-real @lil-stark @manwalaage @contemporarykafka @sinistergooseberries @budugu @the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see @hufhkbgg @eremin0109 @eenadu-varthalu @hissterical-nyaan @how-is-it-in-london @gauri-vishalakshi @sada-siva-sanyaasi @bromance-minus-the-b @darlingletshurttonight @voidsteffy @itsfookingloosah @mad-who-ra @fadedscarlets @justmeand-myinsight @rasnak2 @ghungru @irisesforyoureyes @vijayasena
I copied a rrr tag list I literally haven't used in a year and tried to remember as many old urls as I could. if you want to be added/removed from the list pls lmk <3
#rrr#rrr fics#rrr movie#ram charan#ss rajamouli#alluri sitarama raju#ntr jr#jr ntr#komaram bheem#desiblr#rrr fanfic#yemito ee maya#shri writes#shri's fics#shri's posts
66 notes
·
View notes
Text
No more arguing, just jaake priy na Ram Vaidehi, tajiye taahi koti bairi sam yadyapi param sanehi.
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
Welcome to my cozy little corner of the internet, where I indulge in my love for all things study-related. Come say hi, I love to make new friends :)
About Me:
Hi! I'm Vaidehi (she/her), a 22 year old, final year medicine student from India!
Fun Facts:
I'm that techy girl who's going to come and help the teacher with the smartboard
There are only 6 months remaining for my final year exams, so this is definitely not an attempt at procrastination, I swear! I'm just strategically postponing my stress and anxiety until the last possible moment.
I spend my time with video games or romance, adventure and mystery novels
I'm learning Italian on Duolingo
I'm a Ravenclaw/Thunderbird
I play Chess on Chess.com and also King's Choice if you wanna be friends there
I paint sometimes
I'm trying to be a Gym regular
I'm a Swiftie and Directioner
If you're looking for a study buddy or just someone to chat with about school, feel free to send me a message! I'm always happy to make new friends and support each other through our academic journeys. 😊
I'll just tag my original stuff with #studyate I guess
People who inspired me to make this studyblr:
A huge thank you to @studyquill for her post on how to make a studyblr <3
@featheredstudies @a-cloak @studyblr @studyblr-perhaps @emmastudies @ibycaceres @stargazerbibi @medstudentblues @glimmry @faerieicetea @caramelcapuccino @darkacademicreads @ben-learns-smth @frenchiepal @diaryofastemstudent @academia-lucifer
#studyspo#studyblr#college#new studyblr#science#med studyblr#med school#medblr#med student#med notes#study motivation#study aesthetic#study tips#studywithme#university#studies#studying#student#productivity
60 notes
·
View notes
Text
2 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
daily-men
Daily Men
draw-me-a-hero-blog
draw me a hero
artsyneurotic
the artsy neurotic
liamontecchio
Ilitia Montecchio
paillette20
Viedeboulette