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Hey! I am not a hindu scholar but I have some doubts regarding shivling. I know it's obviously not any vulgar thing but can you please eloborate why it is called "ling". It is often used to bash hindus and troll them for worshipping a "male organ" and call them andhbhakts who worship a stone .

If you haven't seen the latest trolls on mahashivratri, take a look.

I know this already, I had been researching about this since mahashivratri and I found a legit answer. Many articles have manipulated a simple logic behind it to throw a shade at hindus who follow shaivism.

It is NOT EMBEDDED IN YONI, neither it is any male organ.

‘Shivling’ is a Sanskrit word which means ‘symbol/ representation of Shiva’ as the word ‘ling’ translates to ‘symbol/ representation’ only. Whereas ‘yoni’ translates to womb/vagina/species and 'shishin’ translates to penis , not 'linga’.

People think that it shows union of male and female genitals. But in reality , it shows none of them.

Below are the logical proofs-

A) Proof that it is NOT a male organ-

Jyotirlingas are the 12 most sacred and absolutely true Shivalingas because they are not man-made, they are made by Shiva himself. So these Shivalingas are prefect.

The above image is of Kedaarnaath JyotirLINGA . The word ‘linga’ is used , but does it looks like any male organ?

No, because it is NOT a male organ. Carefully observe it , it looks like Mount Kailash ; then also ‘linga’ is used because ‘linga’ just means ‘symbol’ and has no relation with any body part.

This is another naturally formed Shivling named Mahabaleshwar Shivling. Observe again ,it doesn’t looks like any organ , because it is not. This shape of Shivlinga represents the irregular shaped form of Shiva ( Shiva has many forms)

These are the naturally formed Narmada Shivlings. Look at their shape , they are ellipsoid. Male genital doesn’t look like it.

These are the most popular type of Shivlingas.

These kind of Shivlings (Such shaped Shivlings represent infinitely long light pillar shape of Shiva , which Shiva took resolve the arguments between Vishnu and Brahma) can also bee seen in temples and they don not look like any male organ since middle part of Shivling is octagonal and the base is square. Which human organ is octagonal ?

B) Proof that it is NOT embedded in yoni-

The base/ pedestal which uphold the Shivling is mistaken as yoni

Now please scroll up and look at the base of the above mentioned Shivlingas , they all are square shaped . And yoni is not square.

This is Omkareshwar Jyotirlinga , observe the base around it , again it is square shaped.

This is Amarnath Shivling , here there is no base/pedestal, only Shivling.

So this is the proof that Shivling neither show male nor female bodypart.

C) So if Shivling doesn’t shows any bodypart then why it is in such shape?

This form is only of a point light. This form of Shiva is known as ‘Paramaatmaa’( Supreme-Soul) form so ancient saints imagined this form as a small light flame and they made it into stone . 

Now check the shape of small light flame

same shape as shivling:

Such shaped Shivlings are most common Even some of the Jyotirlingas are of similar shape.

D) Then why pedestal is important?

Pedestal/ base is used only for three purposes-

To provide water drainage in one direction , hence keeping the nearby area clean.

To provide stability to the ellipsoid shivling

To keep shivling vertical , because light flame is always vertical. Nothing more than this.

Therefore in Amarnath Shivling it is not there because all the three points are fulfilled by nature itself.

E1) Some more proofs-

Calling Shivling as a symbol of creation by union of male-female is senseless, because these rocks , mountains , oceans etc . cant be made by male-female union. So by being human organs, it can’t symbolise universal creation. And there are organisms which reproduce without mating (male-female union).

E2) Scriptural proof -

Shiv Lingaashtakam is a prayer written specifically for Shivling by Adi Shankaracharya. And if you read it, its last line says-Sanskrit -’’Paraath Param Paramaatmak Lingam, tat-Parnamaami Sadaa Shivlingam ” which says that Shivling is representation of Supreme-Soul (Paramatmak) form of Shiva.

And ———

Shiv Puran (Gita press Hindi) : Book page number- 41–44; speaks about infinitely long bright light pillar called symbol (linga) of Shiva. And it does not say anything related to human organ 

So this proves that true Shivlings do not represent any human organ.

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One thing to note , we call shivlinga  a “pinda” so its obviously not any reproductive male organ.

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surely it is a product of love. Like an ode to a lover. How could any of this be just 'skill'. Someone has to have been deeply in love with the deity to craft such a vibrant idol out of a plane granite stone...

I love how quiet temples tell stories of centuries. I imagine them to have this steady deep voice which resonates with knowledge. Someone made this temple and decked it with the finest craftsmanship and thought it could be an abode of God. God went to the ones which were built with love. And the walls of those temples silently embrace the presence of the divinity.

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Krishna x Satyabhama

A six year old Satyabhama saw the 13 or 14 year old Krishna killing Kamsa. As the girl who has seen the atrocities of Kamsa first hand being a Yadava Princess, Satya was instantly taken by this young boy who easily killed Kamsa and freed Mathura and the world of Kamsa's tyranny. It wasn't a surprise that Satya almost hero-worshipped him. After all, the whole of Mathura did. He was their beloved Prince. Often following her father around, Satya kept trying to steal glances of this Prince of Mathura.

At 13 years, Satya desperately wishes that Krishna would at least notice her existence. She has let this shyness cross long enough without ever even having a single conversation with this man who has taken up space in all her brain. But it would seem rather tasteless for a Yadava Kumari to act like a damn fool. As itself, Krishna has several admirers. All the women who see him are enchanted by him. They say that his words are sweet as honey and his eyes are deep as the ocean. Satya wondered what his lips taste like. The budding youth sure is becoming a problem.

Satya watches Krishna battle the army of Jarasandha. The ease he has, the grace he has, the very fact that Krishna is always in control of the situation. It wasn't long before she decided that she wants to be equal as him, almost surprising Satrajit when his soft and delicate lotus like daughter demands that she wants to learn war-craft. Of course, Kshatriya kanyas have some Warcraft training but Satya has by far always been the girl interested in painting, dancing, writing poetry or playing around with her friends. Chanchala.

The first time Satya let's her existence known to Krishna was when she suggested a way to tackle an economic issue. 13-year-old Satya and the 21-year-old Krishna. Balarama almost takes it as a childish attempt but Krishna looks confident in the idea. Satya was over the moon especially when the dark skinned prince threw her a majestic smile and said, "You're quite a surprise, Bhama. You don't mind if I call you Bhama, do you?"

Of course Satyabhama doesn't mind. A whole new dimension among people who call her Satrajiti. Sure, Satyabhama loved being her father's daughter. After all, she was her father's little girl. She loved being that but the way Krishna calls her 'Bhama', it causes are budding youth to be enchanted by him far more than anything. His rather silky voice and honey sweet words. It slips through her defences like butter.

Satyabhama was having a conversation with Krishna about how Dwaraka could have an upper hand if they took up more trade. Probably from foreign lands past the sea when someone mentioned the Princess of Vidharbha.

"The Princess of Vidharbha is simply a sight to behold, to be honest. She surely is the loveliest person."

"Princess of Vidharbha?" Krishna asked, almost jumping over to the men talking about it. "I've been hearing her name quite some places. Who is she?"

"Rajkumari Rukmini is the only daughter of Raja Bhishmaka of Vidharbha. His youngest child. The only sister of five elder brothers. Perhaps the most beautiful woman in Aryavarta."

Satyabhama was the first person to whom Krishna confided that he was probably in love with the Princess of Vidharbha.

Satya often wondered about this Princess Rukmini. One who is golden. She wonders if she was even half as beautiful as they claim Rukmini to be. Sometimes, deep in her heart, Satyabhama admits to being jealous of her.

"Sometimes, I feel so restless that I wish I could simply run off to Vidharbha and just stand by her balcony waiting for her to show up to see the sun." Krishna admits. The lovestruck look in his eyes. Satya wishes to rage and break things exactly how broken she feels but she contains herself. She is Yadava Rajkumari. It is beneath them to react so badly. Or at least show it.

"I'm sure she also loves you, Dwarikadeesh. Who could really not love you?"

"You haven't seen her. She looks like she is the sun itself. Bright as the sun. Almost fair as a lotus. Her smile is like the moon dipped in red. Her hands are smooth like butter." He sighed. "I wish you had seen her. Maybe then you would know why I cannot sleep at night."

Satya wishes she could have hated Rukmini when she heard "Our Dwarikadeesh has married Rajkumari Rukmini. Surely there isn't a more beautiful pair in the world." But she did not say a word. Satya was prideful to ever say anything beneath the stature of a Yadava.

But she wished she could truly hate Rukmini when she met her for the first time and instantly realized why Krishna was so enchanted by her. The woman was the sweetest person she had come across. Almost as if someone had poured in all the loving compassion and hope bright as the early morning sun and stuffed it inside Patrani of Dwarika. Satya had never seen a person leave her palace without eating or without being offered something.

"Satya, I was thinking that if you could join me and Subhadra at the Yadava council..." Rukmini expressed her thoughts when the two ran into each other at the altar of Vishnu.

"Me? My father thinks I am too young for it. After all, I am just sixteen. You are Dwarikadeesh's Patrani so naturally you will have to have a seat at the council. I don't think I will enjoy it much. Though I am well-versed in political science, administration and economics, my father would suggest I should enjoy my childhood." Satya laughed.

Rukmini gave a chuckle but Satya could tell that it wasn't the most cheerful one. She had heard her cheerful laughter before. It seems like all of the nature around her blossoms when she laughs with her heart.

But when Krishna came to her asking if she would take his place in the council, Satya was surprised. Subhadra was taking Rukmini's place and Krishna hoped she would take his. Satya just could not say no to Krishna. Curse her love for him. She did agree to it even if her father vehemently disagreed to it.

11 years. Rukmini Krishna had done a penance for 11 years. Devaki was rather loud in her complaints as to why a Rishi would suggest a 11 year penance to a newly wed couple? All of Dwarika was aware of her complaints. But the moment Satya heard "Dwarikadeesh and Maharani are back", Satya raced out of her home to see her Krishna. 11 painful years she had spent pining away for him. Turning down every proposal her father brought for her. Satya could not imagine herself to belong to anyone but Krishna. The desperate and hopeless love she bore for him would never allow her to be touched by any other man. She belonged to Madhav. Only Madhav.

The first one who realised that Satyabhama was far from having just friendly affection for Krishna was Revati. She could tell. Spending way more hours at work than any other person in Dwaraka. Most of them in Krishna's study. Always over working herself. Sometimes falling asleep there. Revati would notice the sleepy "Krishna..." being muttered without Satyabhama's knowledge. Or the way Satyabhama would spend the full moon nights in Krishna's gardens. Sometimes even crying. Cursing her fate as to why he never noticed her like he always noticed Rukmini. Complaining away to the moon and almost cursing the moon for burning her longing for the man who always saw her as 'Little Bhama'. Revati could tell that Satrajiti was in love with Krishna the way she stared at the yellow robes that Krishna wore. The peacock feathers, the night jasmine flowers, the tulsi plants. No one cared so much for those tulsi plants like Satyabhama did.

It wasn't long before majority of Dwaraka could tell that the daughter of Satrajit was in love with the Lord of Dwaraka.

Balrama and Revati did not know how Rukmini would react to it. The two seemed to be on friendly terms when she left.

Krishna gave Satyabhama a sweet smile when he met her. Krishna's hug was friendly but Satyabhama had been burnt alive with the painful longing she felt for him and how he was still on the friendly side. She would cherish whatever Madhav gave her.

Unlike Madhav's hug, Vaidharbhi's hug was like the cooling ocean. As if all the coolness of the oceans resided in her. Satyabhama could swear she would have burst into tears at how long she had experienced the pain of always being one sided. Satyabhama wonders that perhaps the Patrani of Krishna must have figured out her unrequited love for the man who was the Queen's husband. She couldn't meet her eyes. Would Rukmini hate her? Would they become foes? Her maids tell her ridiculous stories about how women always tear apart each other when their lover is the same. Always trying to villianize the other in their lover's eyes. Rukmini's friendship was a teenage comfort that Satyabhama had. A comfort she didn't wish to give away. Her maids allowed her to let that nonsense reach her head.

Satyabhama almost felt like she had received amrit itself when Krishna met up with her late at night. She hadn't been able to sleep much. She went up by the docks hoping the sea would offer some comfort. That was when she met Krishna. "Bhabhi told me that you've enchanted all of the Yadava council so much that they want you to be there permanently." Krishna said with a chuckle.

"It wasn't the council who I wish was enchanted by me, Madhav." She replied.

He looked up at her. Noticing for the first time that his little Bhama had grown up quite a lot. No longer the little girl he remembers her as. Not the 16 year old. Bhama was beautiful. Exactly like the earth. The unchallenged beauty of the nature. Her eyes exactly as brown as the tree bark.

He chuckled. "It's a far fetched silliness to think that you would not be able to enchant someone, Bhama. The thing is that you simply don't have that sort of confidence that you can win someone's love. Would a man not love the soft caress? Would a man not love the outrageous way you spend on your loved ones? Would a man not love the deep earthy brown tones in your eyes? Would a man not love the slight possessiveness you have over your loved ones? Would a man not love how loyal you are? Would a man not love the purity that you are?"

Satyabhama had spent far too long in the pain of being the only one in the relationship to ever notice exactly what Krishna thought or knew about her. He gave her some sweet amla that he brought. "You always liked them. So, I thought I should have some made for you. Bhabhi makes them really well." She never expected him to remember it. "Whether you believe it or not, Bhama. You are special to me."

Satyabhama had not even gotten out of that dreamy state of hearing "You are special to me" when her father accused Krishna of stealing the infamous stone. Satyabhama's arguments went unheard by her father. Just when she thought that she could win her Madhav's heart, things had come down crashing again. Why would Madhav ever become friendly with this man who put such a heinous accusation on him of theivery and murder?

Satyabhama had just heard that Krishna had returned with the stone but when she met with him in the council, there was a girl standing next to him. Almost a forest girl. As if she was a part of tribes. Wild flower garland around her neck and a similar one around Krishna's. She simply held on to Krishna's uttariya, a little uncomfortable around the city dwellers. The people of forest hardly got along well with city dwellers. She felt cheated for the first time. She never felt cheated when Krishna arrived Dwaraka with Rukmini. Of course she knew Krishna held no romantic feelings for her whatsoever while his romantic affection for Rukmini ran deeper than the sea over which Dwaraka was situated. But seeing this forest girl with Krishna, she felt cheated. As if someone stole away what belonged to her. She hated the girl. She wished she could hate Krishna for playing with her feelings.

The shock came over when Satrajit asked Krishna to marry Satyabhama. Satya didn't want to be a pity case. Her father pitied Satyabhama's unrequited love for Krishna and decided to ask Krishna himself. Satyabhama vehemently raged on. She was not some apology gift or some pity case. She didn't need sympathy. She especially did not need someone else telling Krishna how long she had pined for him. Embarrassing her far more before Jambavati.

Jambavati was not sweet tongued like Rukmini. She was crass and straight forward. Almost bluntly honest. Satyabhama had no difficulty having a difficult relationship with the harsh tongued Jambavati. Especially after the woman had somehow become Rukmini's darling. The nerve of this forest girl to steal everyone who belonged to her. But Satya knew. Jambavati was honest. She did not believe in sugar coating or lying or pretending otherwise.

"My Satrajiti has always been enamoured by you Krishna. She refuses to marry anyone because she has always loved you. From the day you killed Kamsa, she has loved you." Satrajit told Krishna much to Satyabhama's rage.

"Pitashree, i understand your concerns and the rights you have over me but my feelings are my own. I do not need someone's pity. Especially not Madhav's. Lest I have to kill myself knowing that everything I cherish would be reduced to simply pity." Satyabhama complained before everyone. "My feelings are my own, pitashree. I did not give anyone else the right to decide. I am much happier being someone who loves Keshav from afar instead of dying every second of my life knowing that Keshav simply accepted me because you worry that I will never have anyone in my life. I don't want pity. I don't want simple acceptance. I am a Yadava, Satrajiti Satyabhama. Either I want to have Keshav's love or nothing."

Keshav laughed at that. Almost piercing through her injured soul. "Bhama, sometimes I wonder if you are naive or you simply decide to ignore everything before you. For someone who has known me longer than Rukmini or Jambavati, you should have known. I accept nothing short of love. It is either love or nothing. I gave you my friendship because you offered it to me. You came to me with a gift of friendship and I gave it back. You showered the love of friendship at me and I showered it back. You never expressed any romantic love for me and I never knew it. Perhaps if you had the courage to express it before I would have returned. Not because I pity you. Because you have been special to me, you are special to me and you will always be till the time Narayana exists. You assumed all this pity party" Krishna said, totally shaking her down to the ground. A rude awakening that perhaps the whole pain she had was because she didn't ever have the courage to express what she really felt. Rukmini had Krishna's love because she didn't hide how he did capture her heart.

The day her father placed her hand over Krishna's while the priest recited the mantras, Satyabhama had been extremely happy. Especially because Krishna had the most loving smile on his face when he held her hand. A silent promise that he would cherish her forever. That was the day, Satyabhama promised herself that she would always keep this little part of Krishna that now she owned safely kept within the cage of her heart. She had always belonged to Madhav. But now, Madhav belonged to her too. It was no longer just Madhav. It had become Satyabhama Madhav.

For a while, having the stupid ideas that her maids filled within her head, Satyabhama did keep herself very aware of Rukmini. Worrying that Rukmini would not let her become Krishna's beloved wife. Though Krishna never treated Rukmini any different. She was still his Patrani. The moment someone said Rukmini, Krishna always flashes a smile. Like her very name would enlighten his mood. Satyabhama did feel a little jealous but now she knew that Satyabhama too held a part of him. The way he would sneak into her room deep in night whispering "Bhama, are you awake? I can't sleep..." or the way his arm was wrapped around her when she wakes up in the morning. Or the way Krishna passes her a wink when they're trying to talk about business matters. His cheery and flirty smile when she's trying to be serious.

But Krishna must have realized the growing distance between her and Rukmini. So, he took her and Rukmini to a trip and almost disappeared, leaving them alone. It was awkward to her at first. Rukmini was relaxed as always. "You know, back in Vidharba, my father used to take me to boating trips. It were rare but I always liked them. Maybe because he would generally be busy and that was the only time he would spend with me which would be purely dedicated to Rukmini. I sometimes miss that. Just being Rukmini. Just letting it be about Rukmini." She said, staring into the lake.

"I don't think there could be anything better than being Krishna's Patrani. Everyone calls you Dwarikeshwari. The Goddess of Dwaraka. Being Rukmini Dwarikadeesh." Satyabhama commented. "What I wouldn't give to be Krishna's first love."

Rukmini laughed at the idea. "First love? That's preposterous, Satyabhama. The idea of first love is that I was the first person he loved and now there is another person. That's far from the truth. I had been his love, I am his love and I'll always be his love. Neither can I change it nor do I wish to. True. Krishna's love is absolutely blissful. Filling my days and nights with joy. I wouldn't want to change it for anything. The thing is just this much. I had been Bhismakaputri. Vaidharbhi. Rajkumari Rukmini. Then I became Krishnapriya. Then Krishnapatni. Then Dwarikeshwari. Soon I'll become Maa. Out of all this, I wish to be just Rukmini for a while. Just plain Rukmini. Not Krishna's wife. Not his child's mother. Not Vidharbha's Princess. Just Rukmini."

Satyabhama almost fell into the lake. "Y...yo..you are p...pregnant?" She asked, almost stuttering.

Rukmini smiled. "I found out just this morning. Missed my monthly menstrual bleeding. Had been suffering morning sickness for quite some mornings. Suddenly becoming averse to certain smells. The signs were telltale." She said with a chuckle.

"The nerve of that peacock feathered-" Satyabhama held her tongue, "How dare he hide this from me?"

"Oh, no one knowns. Krishna especially doesn't know."

"I'm the first one to know this???"

"Yes."

Satyabhama did not what to say. She chose to confide in her the first? Not Jambavati? Not Revati bhabhi or Devaki maa?

"Did you go meet a healer? How far are you? If you're pregnant then why in the name of Gauri are you prancing around trekking in forests where wild animals roam. Especially why are you talking about boat rides which can drown you? Why haven't you told Madhav yet?" Satyabhama began her fuzzing over.

"Satyabhama, calm down. Easy. I haven't met with a healer yet. I'm only 80% sure that it is pregnancy. If I tell Krishna before confirming it, he will go crazy. Just like you and if it turns out false, he will start acting gloomy. It is the most unnerving thing to have a gloomy Krishna around. I want to be sure before I tell him."

"Rukmini, we are going back to Dwaraka right now and the first thing you are doing is meeting with a healer." Satyabhama made it clear. She was in-charge now.

"Actually, I suggested the place because just around here there is a celebrated healer. People say that her accuracy is far more than anyone else in Aryavarta. They say she has blessing from Vaidhyanath and Ashwini Kumar themselves. So, I thought I could meet up before the news spreads out. People are Dwaraka are far too emotional. No healer will keep their lips closed. They're going to tell someone and the news will spread. Before I have a plan on how to tell people this."

Satyabhama was all too glad to accompany her co-wife to a dingy old Hut in middle of a forest. She almost complained the whole way up to the place. Telling Rukmini how stupid the idea was but still happy that she was going to find out with Rukmini.

When the old woman confirm Rukmini's pregnancy, Satyabhama almost was willing to give away all the jewellery she wore them as gift to that old lady.

"I don't give a damn about what you want but I am in charge of this baby, now. So, everything you eat, drink, smell, see, touch, hear or even think of has to be monitored by me. You cannot take anything which has not been approved by me. Make no mistake, Rukmini, if you even a little bit take liberties then I will make you regret it." Satyabhama declared. Rukmini laughed.

"Wouldn't dream of transgressing the great Satyabhama."

"Good." Satyabhama smiled. It was after a long time that she had really felt that same bonding with this woman who was her close friend in her teenage. Satyabhama hugged Rukmini.

The comfort was that Satyabhama knew that Rukmini did say "I missed you too Satya" without saying it.

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Oh... boy... i think you are yet to find some stories of Vaishnava cannon....

Ramayana and Mahabharata don't even portray half their romance. The boy simply decided he will eat food without salt from then forth when she forgot to put salt in his food.

He practically put up a fashion show like presentation before Andal so she can choose his form in which she wants to marry him.

Not him totally swooning when Satyabhama is battling asuras during Narakasura Vadh. (Yeah... Telugu Version of Bhagavatam says so.... also it has a part where Vishnu is practically playing around with Lakshmi when Gajendra calls to him.... Yeah.... that's canon because probably Vishnu himself wrote that part according to people. Like the poet, Pottana garu, couldn't think of how to write it then Vishnu comes and writes the Gajendra moksha part)

lakshmi and vishnu: a moment of bliss

vishnu and lakshmi taking a break from god duties to simply spend time with each other.

nothing much to say except that i wish the both of them were potrayed as more romantic towards each other :(

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Just gonna add more stuff.

Got to read more and more puranas and more you realise that almost more often than not Parvati and Vishnu are almost always the same way. Several people acknowledge it. They're both dark skinned. (Parvati was originally dark skinned. Shiva Purana is proof of it.). They're both having the title of being the most beautiful person in the creation. Tripura Sundari and Tribhuvana Manmohana. They both are said to be the progenitors of Kama (the god of desires and romance). Lalitamahatmya says so. I don't. They're both known for abhushana-priya. Always freaking decked jewellery. Devi Bhagawatam is saying that Shiva was so enchanted by Mohini because it wasn't very different from Parvati. The legends themselves are saying that once Shiva became a Gopi just to be a part of rasaleela. Yeah. There's a freaking temple for that. They believe that Shiva takes form of a Gopi every full moon when rasaleela is happening in Nidhivan dark in the night. This is not me saying it, man. The legends are saying it. There's a literal incident in Purana where Shiva and Vishnu are playing in a lake, splashing water on each other. Aren't there stories of Radha and Krishna playing in the water with each other? Isn't there a story where Kali becomes Krishna and Shiva becomes Radha? So.... Isn't Vishnu being called Shivapriya? Shankara vallabha? Isn't Shiva being called Vishnu vallabha? Or Keshava Priya?

There's a saying that whenever Shiva is dancing, there's always Vishnu playing some instument. Whether a flute or tabla.

Tell this to someone who actually knows homosexual relationships and they'll say it almost sounds like they're gay. I'm fine if they are not.

Cannonically, even Merlin and Arthur aren't gay but how many of us will actually believe it???

Your girl Sneha is back to whoop some asses!

So yeah, I keep getting some comments from oversensitive Hindus saying things like "Shiva and Vishnu aren't gay. " or "They are married. "

Yeah I know. They are gay is just a joke. And also, being gay is not a bad thing, so why are you guys taking that as an insult? Homophobic enough?

Also, them being married. Yeah. Shiva is happily married with Parvati and Vishnu is happily married with Laxmi. I know.

But their wives, in many scriptures were the biggest Shiva x Vishnu shippers. Don't believe me? Ok get some coke and sit down, it's story time!

Once, Lord Vishnu was taking a nap in his abode, Vaikunth. When suddenly he had a dream where Lord Shiva was dancing very cheerfully. And Vishnu was so mesmerized by it, he smiled in his sleep. So his wife Laxmi woke him up and asked "My Lord, what makes you smile in your sleep? " Vishnu laughs and replies, "I think my beloved friend Lord Shiva is calling me dear. I saw him. I hear him calling my name. " After saying this, Vishnu left for Kailash, the abode of Lord Shiva. When he reached Kailash, he saw his beloved Shiva waiting for him with a big smile on his face. They both pulled each other in a tight and warm hug. Their hearts being filled with love and respect. While tears of joy came rolling down their cheeks. They gently wiped each other's tears and smiled widely. "Lord what made you call me? " Vishnu questioned. "Nothing special Lord. It's been really long since your lotus feet stepped on my humble abode. " Shiva replied still holding on Vishnu's hands gently. "So here I'm. But now you shall also come to my place. " Vishnu smiled mischievously. And with that the both supreme Lords started arguing in a friendly manner. At this time, The divine messenger God, Narada was passing by and he noticed the two Supreme gods together and he cried happy tears. He ran to them and fell on their feet. "So fortunate am I to be able to witness such a phenomenon! My Lords! Bless me!" He cried. Vishnu and Shiva picked him up. "O sage Narada, your devotion for us never fails to please us. Now help us, for we are in a huge argument and we need your wit. " Vishnu slung an arm around the messenger god. "How can I help? " Narada asked. They both explained their situation to him. "My Lords, forgive me. For I can not choose between the two Fathers of the universe. Ask mother Parvati for help. What she chooses will be the final decision. " Narada replied and left the place. Shiva called his wife Parvati and again explained the situation. "O dear sister, help your brother and husband. " Vishnu pleaded. "My Lords, the answer is very simple. Shiva and Vishnu reside in each other's hearts. So how can Kailash and Vaikunth be different? Where there is Kailash there is Vaikunth. And vice versa. Shiva lives in Kailash but his soul lives in Vaikunth and likewise Vishnu lives in Vaikunth but his soul lives in Kailash. Your love has made me believe that you both are one single soul. Your love has made me believe me and Laxmi are also same. Your love has made me believe that Shiva and Vishnu are one single form of the supreme Almighty. " Parvati finished her answer, satisfied. And she knew her answer has also satisfied the two listeners. "So now I would suggest my dear brother Vishnu to go back to Vaikunth. And my dear husband Shiva to come back to Kailash. " Parvati added. Both the gods looked at each other and agreed to Parvati. Vishnu again came back to Vaikunth leaving Shiva and Parvati in Kailash. Laxmi seeing her husband return asked. "Lord, how was your trip to brother Shiva's place? " Vishnu looked at her and smiled. "It was nice my dear. It was nice to meet my dear sister Parvati. And I felt pleasure meeting my dear Shiva. " He laughed. Laxmi smiled and decided to question him some more. "Lord, I know that this whole universe is your favorite. All people are your children. But you must have a favorite right? Who is he? " Laxmi laughed at her husband's situation. "You know I love you dear. You are my better half. My wife. And I love my dear sister Parvati with whom I share a special bond. But, the one I love the most in this universe, the one I respect the most is none other than my dear Lord Shiva. He is my friend. He is the other half of my soul. He is me. " Vishnu completed his answer and smiled as he felt his Lord Shiva smile at him from the other end of the universe.

Bye!

Haters fuck yourself!

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Shiva: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Vishnu, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Ayyappa, whispering: Because I have little hands.

Vishnu: Because he has little hands.

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❤️

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Just saying but only thing I like is the songs. 

do not trust a desi who doesn't know what this is

Listen

Unpopular opinion? But I didn't like this krishna

Sumedh is very 😳😳😳 but his portrayal of krishna wasn't very 🥺🥺

The songs tho>>>>>>>>

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So why is no one talking about how brutal Eeyore was in the original books?

Just look

This Donkey is holding no punches

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WHAT IS POST PLUS

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wait you're 19!! are you also a 2001 born!! I can't seem to find anyone who's older than 18 here -_-

yeah im 19 there's actually a lot of people who are 18+ on here lmaoo, isn't just the kids here

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Accept my bow down and respect for your lungs.

Also, are you okay, sakhi?

I got 4 and almost died

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Mohini

Mohini- The Enchantress ( Avatar of Vishnu )

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Pushpa-Vatika

A Ramayana Fic.

In which Ram and Sita meet for the very first time.

Ram does not know when he enters the Pushp-Vatika, that his life is about to change for the better.

Nor does he know of Maharshi Vishvamitra’s careful nudges which have ultimately led him not only to Mithila — to Janakpuri — but also to this very Pushp-Vatika, at the very edge of the palace's boundaries.

The garden is filled with trees and flowers of every kind — the first blooms of spring — of every colour and size. He glances behind him to see Lakshman lagging, already picking flowers to offer for prayers. Ram continues ahead, taking in the sight and smell of a garden in full bloom, creating a peaceful atmosphere. The gardens back in Ayodhya have the best of flowers, but he has never seen the ones in this garden ever before.

“This may just be the only place in the palace which is not bustling with people,” Lakshman muses out loud behind him, and Ram has to agree. The palace — the city — is engaged in preparing for Princess Sita’s Swayamvar, and the festivities are spread all over. The garden, however, seems to be exempt from them because neither prince can see anyone apart from themselves around. The atmosphere of the garden is soft and peaceful.

Ram steps forward again, tracing an unpaved but well-worn path running parallel with a wall of tall bushes, reaching in between for flowers from the most profusely blooming boughs. Something inside him wants to see where the path goes, a small part of his head telling him that it is imperative that he does, and so he continues forward slowly — eyes raking all over the garden and taking in its beauty — feeling as if he's supposed to be looking for something other than just these flowers, something specific.

Ram has reached far enough ahead on the path that he cannot see Lakshman anymore, due to a bend in it. He stops, leaning towards a cluster of yellow-orange blooms to collect them, and it is right then that he hears the sound.

It is faint, very faint, as if coming from a distance, but his ears pick it up instantly, years of training in Guru Vashisth's aashram paying off.

It is a soft sound, pleasant to hear, carrying over in the cool air. The unmistakable tinkling results in the imagery of softly flowing waters of the streams in Ayodhya, but he realises in the next moment that the tinkling is not of a flowing water body but that of metal against metal.

Payal, he thinks, tinkling as the wearer walks. But who is the wearer? He had thought that they were alone in the garden, but apparently not.

The sound grows louder, as if it were coming closer and closer, and Ram wonders if he should announce himself or walk away, not wanting to disrupt someone's day. He wants to know who it is though, for some strange, unknown reason — more than he has ever wanted to know anyone else — but to simply walk in on someone going about their day would be uncouth, unbecoming for a prince from Ayodhya. He stands rooted to his spot for several moments, indecision taking hold of him the way he has never felt it before, and then the sound stops, just a little way away. He can still not see the wearer of the payal, but he can sense some movement beyond the thick wall of tall bushes beside him. He turns to face it, and through a small space in its midst, he sees a flash of blue and white, the finely made garments of a woman.

He still does not move, though he hears the other person — the lady — step here and there. Almost involuntarily, he moves forward on the path, tracing it for a few meters across another bend until he sees, a few feet away, a gap in the wall of flora — an archway made of climbing plants and trees to create a door between the two sections — and suddenly stops. An unsettling sort of feeling settles in his stomach — nervousness, perhaps. He has rarely ever felt like this before. He stands in his spot, wondering if he should cross the green arch at all, disturb the lady to simply find out who she was.

And what then, he thinks to himself, and why?

His lips, which had previously been curved upwards, drop to a thin line.

Before he can arrive at a decision, and indeed before he can move a muscle, the tinkling of payal grows louder and draws closer until the woman appears at the mouth of the door. She has to be the most beautifully awe-inspiring woman he has ever seen, sure footed and regal in her gait, an aura of confidence and peace surrounding her.

She moves freely until she sees Ram, sees his wonderstruck expression, and stops, not quite having passed the threshold yet.

Darkly lined eyes look into Ram's own eyes in surprise, and he realises faintly that his appearance in this garden has startled her. Faintly he registers the heavy jewelry adorning her, the royal crown on her head, and concludes that he is face to face with Princess Sita herself. Sita. The name feels at home in his head, prompting him vaguely to wonder once again, why.

The two stand looking at each other in silence for what feels like ages but are in actuality just a few seconds. All that he had been feeling when he had entered the garden, all that had prompted him to come this far along, had been for this. This chance meeting with the princess of Mithila. He knows with certainty that he has never met her before, but her face, looking back at him in an amalgamation of confusion and wonder, is comfortingly familiar — as if she were some hazy dream that he has seen several times but can't quite place.

Sita's forehead creases into a delicate frown as Ram watches, eyes widening and lips parting as a flash of something akin to recognition crosses her face, then fades as quickly as it had come. Ram smiles, not quite sure as to why he is smiling, but it feels familiar. It feels right. It feels like something he has done several times, something that has been done always, a voice in his head tells him, perhaps in those misplaced dreams.

It is a reflex he can't quite control, but even if he could, he doesn't think he would want to stop. Sita smiles back immediately, an exquisitely enchanting sight that nearly makes Ram's heart stop, leaving him to wonder, again, why?

Why does he feel this way, when he never has before? Why does he feel such familiarity for a woman he has met just now, less than five moments ago? Why? He ruminates over it for a moment, neither of the two looking away, and comes to a realisation that startles him, though he also realises quickly that he cannot quite bring himself to care.

It does not occur to either of them to speak, not that Ram trusts himself to be able to speak at all, tongue-tied as he is, and by the time he finds himself able to regain control of his words, several sounds indicate the arrival of several others.

"Bhaiya–" Lakshman calls from behind Ram, drawing closer until he comes to a complete halt, taking in the princess and his brother and the scene, and stops mid-sentence.

Ram forces himself to look away from Sita, albeit reluctantly, feeling as if he is letting go of a shared connection as he does, and turns to face his younger brother, just as voices begin calling from the other side for Sita.

"We need to go," Lakshman says carefully, mindful of Ram's carefully controlled expressions and Princess Sita still looking in their direction, despite the voices calling for her attention.

"Of course," Ram replies neutrally, in a voice Lakshman knows is otherwise used in their father's court to deal with matters of policy.

When Ram does not move for a prolonged second, Lakshman takes the lead, retracing his steps, looking back to see if his brother is following.

Ram follows Lakshman without complaint, reaching as far as the bend in the path before his desire to have one last look gets the better of him.

He chances a glance behind to be met with Sita's unwavering gaze — smiling no more, but looking at him all the same, as if trying to say something — along with three more, her friends or chaperones he cannot tell, but neither stopping either of them from exchanging a look that he likes to think has meaning. She holds his gaze for a long moment, then, due to the added presence or something else, ducks into the garden she had come from once again.

Ram turns around to find Lakshman looking at him with an expression softened at the edges, an amused smile just about to make its way to his face, but he turns around just in time to keep it from showing. Out of respect, Ram thinks, or tact, but he is grateful nevertheless — heaven knows Lakshman is not one to hold back what comes to his mind.

They finish the walk back to a waiting Maharshi Vishvamitra in contemplative silence.

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So OUR Loki has lost HIS Mobius, and OUR Mobius has lost HIS Loki?