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Me and that one blue boy in my dreams<333

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May everyone rest in peace who passed away in today's Ahmedabad plane crash.

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Trueee, one interpretation of that incident is: Shri Rukmini glanced over the entire crowd on purpose and since no one can really percieve her beauty, they fainted (its specified that the other kings actually did faint or were enchanted) and it became easier for Krishna to kidnap her. The whole kidnapping was her idea after all.🤭

🪷🦚˚∗:𝙊𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙍𝙪𝙠𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙆𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙. 𝘼𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙆𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙣𝙖. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩. 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩, 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙖, 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙙𝙧��𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙨˚∗: 🦚🪷

Source: Shrimad Bhagvatam Canto 10, chap 53

SUBH RUKMINI HARAN EKADASHI🪷

Rakhumai Rakhumai💗💗

[achyutapriya]

Odisha 🪷🦢🪞

The sacred secret of India *⁠´｡⁠*ﾟ

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🪷🦚˚∗:𝙊𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙍𝙪𝙠𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙆𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙. 𝘼𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙆𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙣𝙖. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩. 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩, 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙖, 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙨˚∗: 🦚🪷

Source: Shrimad Bhagvatam Canto 10, chap 53

SUBH RUKMINI HARAN EKADASHI🪷

Rakhumai Rakhumai💗💗

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रुक्मिणी जगन्नाथ विवाह

On Jyeshta Shukla Paksha Ekadashi (Rukmini Haran Ekadashi), the divine wedding of Shri Jagannath and Shri Mahalakshmi Rukmini is celebrated every year inside the Shrimandir (Jagannath Mandir), Puri Dham.

The festival revolves around Rukmini Haran Leela where Shri Jagannath defeats Shishupal and kidnaps Ma Rukmini from the Bimala mandir, followed by their wedding.

"O Fountainhead of mercy! Save me, who long since, has lost her heart to Thee, and who is about to be taken away by Sisupala", so she prayed to Thee, O Sole Lord of the Universe. (78.7) Thou didst then tell him (the messenger) that, being even more afflicted by pangs of love for Rukmini, Thou would go there and bring her away from the midst of the assembled Kings. (78.9) Then, Rukmi, who came in pursuit, was taken captive by Thee, who, however, spared his life, and wert content to disfigure him, so as to humble his pride, and then set him free, on Balarama's urging. Thou didst, thereafter, leave for Dwaraka with Thy beloved Rukmini, who was Goddess Lakshmi herself. (79.9) ~Narayaneeyam

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When Peace Becomes a Wound: India, Terrorism, and the Weight of Restraint

I’ve always believed in peace. I still do. I don’t dream of war. I don’t find glory in bloodshed. And I certainly don’t believe revenge heals grief. But what happens when the very peace you’re protecting is the reason you keep losing your people? What happens when the other side doesn’t believe in peace at all?

This blog isn’t written out of hatred. It’s written out of heartbreak, confusion, and the raw frustration of watching the same pattern play on loop - a terrorist attack, innocent lives lost, silence from the world, and once again, India is told to be “mature,” “calm,” and “restrained.”

How many Pulwamas? How many Pahalgams? How many coffins wrapped in our tricolour will it take before the world understands that peace without accountability is just a pause before the next tragedy?

India has tried. Again and again. Diplomatic talks, bilateral agreements, backchannel negotiations, and yet, terrorist camps continue to thrive across the border. How long are we expected to act like it’s not happening? And more importantly, why must we always be the ones trying?

Yes, I am anti-war. Yes, I believe in dialogue. But don’t confuse that with weakness. Because defending your people is not the opposite of peace ,it is the very foundation of it. What India did with Operation Sindoor wasn’t about revenge. It was about drawing a line , a line that should’ve been drawn long ago.

And let's address the said "diplomatic peace mediation" : the hypocrisy of international response. IMF loans flowing into a country that has harboured, sheltered, and at times even celebrated known terrorists. Social media giants gag Indian voices calling out terrorism, but conveniently stay silent when the hate flows the other way. Neutrality? Really? Or is it just comfortable indifference?

No, I don’t hate Pakistani civilians. I never will. But I will not pretend that both sides are equally innocent. I will not chant "peace" if it comes at the cost of more Indian blood. Because that’s not peace. That’s surrender.

India has done enough. Now, India is doing what it must. And if the world won’t understand that , maybe it never really cared.

I write this as someone who aches every time a soldier doesn’t return home. As someone who still wants peace , but not the kind that requires us to die for it.

Jai hind 🇮🇳

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श्री रुक्मिणी द्वादशी 🪷

Rukmini Devi, the Queen Consort of Krishna is the Swarupa-shakti (mulaprakriti), and she is the Queen / Mother of the Divine World (jagatkatri), Dwaraka/Vaikunthah.

You are Jaanki, you are Lakshmi, the one who resides on Lord Vishnu's chest. You are the empress of Vaikuntha! You always shower blessings on your Devotees.

-Rukmini Ashtakam

कृष्णप्रिये नमस्तुभ्यं विदर्भाधिपनंदिनि । सर्वकामप्रदे देवि गृहाणार्घ्यं नमोऽस्तु ते ॥ २२ ॥

O daughter of ruler of Vidarbha & the beloved of Kṛṣṇa! We bow down to you. O Goddess & giver of all wishes! please accept our offerings of worship and we pay our obeisance to you

Oh the one who sparkles by the beauty of all limbs! By all these I know that you the most beautiful, the daughter of the Bhoja king (Rukmini), are the second soul of Krishna

Krishna bring whipped 🤭:

"My mind is always fixed on Rukmini, just like hers is on me. I can’t even sleep at night."

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this morning the pakistani army and terrorist backed state has launched a missile at the capitol of india, delhi, and are currently droning civilians in jammu and are sending attacks close to the holy temple of maa vaishnov devi.

since last night they’ve sent drones to majority of northern border cities including civilian zones of gujarat and rajasthan. a 2 year old child has been killed by their attacks. they’ve named this operation after a religious scripture line that further enables their obsession with radical islam and their desire to wipe out hindus.

anyone who supports their vile actions is a terrorist enabler and history will remember the side you took.

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He came with proof and he delivered! Lol

Receipts on the Pakistani terrorist army supporting terrorists and attending their funerals! Right as Pakistani military was firing at civilians and children in India.

Fuck Pakistan.

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Jammu, may you forever remain safe and sound under the protection of the Divine Mother.

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i feel so lost and sad. why is the narrative being twisted such that hindus and india are being shown as the terrorists? aren't we just doing what we can to survive? as a hindu who loves her religion more than anything else, i feel like i've lost all hope.

Pak propaganda machine is in full swing but so is Indian govt. Hasn't pak lied enough times about... Everything already? Just wait and let truth reveal itself, all these tumblr and twitter overnight south asian history experts (formally overnight middle eastern history experts) hadn't heard of our conflict until yesterday.

Best way to attack India is to attack Hinduism and vise versa that's why it hurts when facts are twisted and slurs are hurled at us as Hindus and as Indians.

Just hang around in spaces with like-minded people, in times like these I turn to my istha - ma durga and I'd suggest you do the same. I understand your pain, I have “friends” who were silent like a corpse about Pahalgam Attack but are posting terrorist propaganda on their socials. It hurts a lot. But hang on, we're here.

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Āgamana - VaidarbhiShyamaa

|Rukmini Krishna|

She was surrounded by ten women, all silent. No sound of anklets, no whispers, not even the usual rustle of silks. It was as if the palace had ordered the air itself to still.

Too still.

It had been an hour since she stepped out of the palace gates. Eight hours since the jasmine was tucked into her hair - now limp, clinging to her neck as if it were tired of waiting. Seventy-two hours since she’d sent the letter.

That letter.

She hadn’t even signed it. Just wrote what needed to be said and sealed it with trembling fingers. Come get me out of here, it said, without saying it so directly.

The jasmine had begun to brown at the edges, one petal falling loose and catching in the fold of her saree. She didn’t reach to fix it. Let it fall.

Every second stretched. Her heartbeat was loud, but she was not anxious. Her hope, somehow, had grown more stubborn. It should have shrivelled by now.

Died quietly inside her chest. But no. It sat there, full of nerve. as if challenging everyone who didn't believe in it.

And she liked it.

"He won't come, Rajakumari," her maid whispered - the first to break the silence and, in doing so, cast all attention on the former.

"No." She knew it in that irritating, unreasonable part of her gut that refused to believe in disappointment. "He will."

“He’s not coming,” one of the maids said, not unkindly. Just tired.

She didn’t answer. She stared straight ahead, at the dirt path disappearing into the horizon, letting the words slip off her like water.

He had listened. She believed that.

Or maybe he hadn’t. Maybe he’d laughed, tossed the letter into a fire, muttered something about her.

But even thinking that felt wrong.

Then - a sound.

The women straightened. Someone gasped.

Dust swirled in the distance.

She blinked once, slowly. Her chest didn’t rise. Didn’t fall.

The sound grew louder. Fierce. Real.

Chariot wheels tore across the earth like they had something to prove.

And there he was.

Just him. Hair wild. Tunic wrinkled.

Eyes sharp, locked on her like he’d been doing nothing else for the past seventy-two hours.

She almost laughed. Not because it was funny, because this was so him. Last-minute, dramatic, absurd. Just like she'd heard from Narada. What made her fall in love with him without even seeing him.

He looked at her with his head tilted, as if he knew everything she was thinking. Like she hadn’t needed to write a single word.

He held out his hand. The world stopped for her. She didn't look at anyone's reactions, but her actions were proudly announcing See, I was right. He came. For me.

When her fingers curled around his, it felt like everything she hadn’t been allowed to say had finally spoken.

“Late. You were late, Krishna,” she muttered.

He smirked. “You didn’t put a time in the letter, Rukmini.”

"I did. Indirectly. Through my urgency, Swami."

"As you say, Vaidarbhi."

Rukmini knew her brother’s messengers had already been dispatched. That he was riding towards them. She also knew no one could separate her and her Swami now.

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1947 pakistan attacked first

1965 pakistan attacked first

1971 pakistan attacked first

1999 pakistan attacked first

2001 terrorist attack by pakistan

2006 terrorist attack by pakistan

2008 11/26 terrorist attack by pakistan

2016 terrorist attack by pakistan

2019 terrorist attack by pakistan

2025 terrorist attack by pakistan

yet the cries for peace and humanity only echo when India retaliates.

the world weeps when terrorist camps are reduced to dust—but stayed silent when our people were turned to ashes. was our blood not red enough to stain headlines? did it not matter, just because it flowed quietly through classrooms and prayer halls in Poonch? where was the outrage when bombs fell on unaware children in response to us shelling their terrorists? when prayers were silenced mid-sentence in Gurudwara?

was peace not a global concern then?

was humanity not an international concern when our unarmed citizens were hunted down and killed right in front of their family—mercilessly shot in the name of religion—when all they wanted was to enjoy a vacation with their families in the hills of Pahalgam?

do only terrorists deserve mercy? not the child clutching his dead father’s shirt? not the mother who still sets a plate for the son who’ll never come home?

why does the world stay silent when we mourn, but raise its voice when we defend?

do the hands that carry weapons of hate deserve more compassion than the hands that held their daughter’s as they died?

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Vishnu by Hari Kedara

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Aranmula Parthasarathy (Vishnu-Krishna) Kerala, photo by Deshamukalamu

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I refuse😤

no fucking awoo. no awoo right now. its late. its not awoo time. its sleeping time. go the fuck to bed.