#Hidimba

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The Hidimba Devi Temple, also known as the Dhungri temple, is an ancient Hindu temple tucked among the snow-covered hillocks of Manali. The cave shrine is devoted to the Hindu demon-goddess Hidimbi. Hidimbi was the wife of Bhima, one of the five Pandava brothers featured prominently in the epic Mahabharata. The Temple, designed by Maharaja Bahadur Singh in 1553 CE, was erected around an old cave where Hidimbi Devi – is said to have meditated.

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doing character redesigns from the mahabharat and im so excited!

first one is draupadi, but i want to do two more maybe.

which of the mahabharat ladies should i do next?

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[aurkitnarulaoge]

Code Name:

Nakul

I like to be open about my personality and socialise. I will rarely look at your profile before jumping into your already happening convo.

「Kidnapping-murder is basic. Classy girls prefer torture techniques.」

What my usual catch-phrases are:

「Aao maro.」

「Besharam, behayah, be-lovelife.」

「Sundar susheel kokil kanthi apsara hu main.」

「AleAleAle kichine babu ka kneecap ukhad diya? AleAleAle」

What people tell me:

「Celebrity.」

「Arabic Hidimba.」

「NO.」

「Don didi.」

Side blog: @nakulsword

IG: kitna_rulaoge

I have social media (that I use secretly) but is mostly either inactive or that I open it once a week [except tumblr ofc]

I like: Food, sports, maths, etc.

I hate: Baigan ka bharta, befizool attitude, suchana, rules, someone telling me what to do, etc.

Aesthetic:

[incorrectmahabharatquotes]

Hidimba, talking about Bheem: WHAT THE FUCK I WAS ARGUING WITH HIM AND I SAID “OOH YOU WANNA KISS ME SO BAD” AND GUESS WHAT? HE DID. HE KISSED ME. WHAT THE FUCK WHAT DO I DO?

[heyifinallyhaveablog]

The Defeated

So-

I've been away for the longest time, and well, so far, it seems as if it has been ages since I'd written something here, and @demonkidpliz 's writing kind of prompted me to throw it out here. Not that anyone asked for it.

Goodness, it has been so SO LONG! Just tagging people here for a slight knock. I just, love you all so so much, that I'll probably find my way in here eventually! :D

@demonkidpliz @vidhurvrika @bleedinknight @chaanv @alwaysthesideofwonder @raat-jaaga-paakhi @carminavulcana @pratigyakrishnaki @phandomoftheowl @kalpansh

And anyone else here. Heaven knows I've forgotten such a lot.

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Fandom: Mahabharat/StarPlus Mahabharat

Pairings: Bheema/Draupadi

Warnings: Mentions of War | PTSD | Trauma | Bloodshed

Summary: The Second Pandava deals with ghosts of the War. Alone.

Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, based on an idea I had while reading C. Rajagopalachari's version of the Mahabharata. But I do have to say this, this has a lot to offer that is different from the Mahabharata that is actually popular. I just hope that this resonates with the readers, and you read this, and find this worth your time and your feedback. Please leave a short comment or a like, whatever you may deem fit. And as always!

THANK YOU!

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Chapter 1:

The Shadows:

“My Lord,” an earnest call beckoned to him in the midst of a dimly-lit Kridangan. The voice doesn’t serve as an intrusion or an offence, since, his pursuit of the arena is more habitual than practical these days. Yet, a phantom lightness in his being bids him to ignore it.

“He might not have heard us, Mother,” another voice caresses his ear, this time from a boy, probably no older than Abhiman-

Vrikodara closes his eyes, in a desparate attempt to stop himself from recalling the name. 

The resignation in the older woman’s conduct seems to register with him.

“Pardon me, Mother,” he says, hoping they had heard him before they left.

Hoping it would stop them.

—----

“I have no use for sparrers, Mother,” he says, much to the chagrin of the widow who had brought her son along for employment in the Palace of the Kurus. The boy’s Father, he was told, was a soldier in the cavalry of Hastinapura. 

“If My Prince may spare us some consideration,” the lady kept her eyes lowered, much to Bhimasena’s relief, “my late husband, once served as a sparrer for the princes and kings in the castle, as did his father before that,”

“The Younger Queen Mother, was kind enough to refer us to you, My Lord,” she continued, breaking the Second Pandava with every word she spoke.

“Mother,” Bheema managed to speak, “I shall be obliged, if you would be kind enough to speak to The Queen,” he turned his eyes towards the boy, “I’m certain, he shall find employment elsewhere herein,”

He left, with folded hands, and his gaze lowered, before the knot in his chest tightened further.

—----

He had bid the lights to remain extinguished in their chamber. His senses do not let him recall the times when he wanted his chamber to be lit brilliantly as day after the evening prayers. 

Another breath mingles with his, just as familiar to him as his own, just as forlorn to him as his own. He affords himself a momentary reprieve of letting his exhalations synchronise with hers. Her shapely silhouette offers him with some semblance of solace. It behooved him to receive her sobriety. After all, he had always known her to receive his thoughts even before they could make their way to his lips.

—----

“There has been no correspondence from Ekachakra, yet again,” she almost whispers.

Bheema’s hands clasp the edge of the bed, brushing close to that of his wife for that year.

Panchaali lets her right hand rest on his left, hoping to partake her husband’s discomfort. Yet, she doubted if an iota of his grief had been assuaged by any measure.

“Hidimba,” Bheema breathes the name, akin to a prayer, as if expecting his firstborn to walk in through the doors, smiling warmly from ear to ear, unscathed, unblemished, probably an older likeness of the boy he had seen earlier today.

“She’s meteing a punishment that befits the sin I have accrued, it seems,” Panchaali’s breath cuts through the air with its characteristic lotus fragrance. She doesn’t strain a tear either.

Crying would make it easier, she chides herself. 

Crying would lessen my penance, her resolve affirms.

“Hidimba has never been unfair, Panchaali,” he tells her impassively, as she feels the tremor in his voice. 

Another confabulation of silences followed.

[stxrrynxghts]

MB related places which are worth a visit.

Hidimba Devi Temple- Manali, Himachal Pradesh

Now, I had visited this back in 2014, when I went to Manali with my parents. This place is a beauty, a hidden gem. The temple was built in 1533 AD, and it is dedicated to (you guessed it) Hidimba.

The temple is in the middle of a forest clearing, don't worry, it is easy to go there. There are clean roads built for tourists, and you can enjoy looking at the forest whilst driving. The forest is filled with cedar trees, and it looks exceptionally beautiful after snowfall.

It is believed that this forest was Hidimba's kingdom during Dwapar Yuga. The temple in itself, is very unique. It also has a long line of visitors. I remember we had to wait an hour to get darshan.

There is also a Ghatotkacha temple nearby, but unfortunately, I couldn't visit it T_T. Be sure to check this temple out the next time you visit Manali!!!!

2. Abhimanyupur- Kurukshetra, Haryana

This town is 8 km away from the main city of Kurukshetra. It was previously known as Amin, but the name was changed and the city was developed under the 48 kos parikrama project by Gov. of Haryana in 2019.

It is said that the chakravyuha was formed in the region of this town only. A 18-feet high statue of Abhimanyu in his signature pose is erected in the exact place where, according to the locals and folk lore, he had died.

There is a temple known as Aditi temple, with a kund in it. It is said that Aditi gave birth to Surya in this location only. It is believed that pregnant women should visit the temple and take a dip in the kund, for a brave and healthy child.

3. Pandupol Temple- Alwar, Rajasthan

Pandupol Temple is a temple dedicated to Hanuman. It is said to be the only temple where Hanuman is in "human" form, seeing how his statue does not have the signature monkey characteristics. It is said that this temple was visited by the Pandavas during their incognito year.

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Indian woman wearing Kullu costume including Pattu Shawl, Hidimba Devi Temple, Manali, Himachal Pradesh, India.

[sambhavami]

Tyaga

Arjuna felt a sharp pang in his heart, as he stopped to breathe. The chilly wind was taking its toll. His curly dark hair, now streaked generously with white, rode upon the current of cold air descending from the mountains farther. Having spent his early formative years in humble dwellings on a mountain just like this, Arjuna had not expected to be overwhelmed by the harsh weather. However, the long years spent on the plains, entangled in the serpentine politics of the land of the many rivers, seemed to have knocked from him the tolerance to nature's many whims developed in his youth.

Hearing a blunt noise he turned back with a jolt. His heart skipped a beat out of shock. At some distance downstream, Draupadi lay unconscious on the snowy trail. Bheema rushed past Arjuna along with their twin brothers. They had hardly reached her when Yudhishthira's voice reverberated down the stiff slope, "Leave her. This is the Lord's wish!" Arjuna wanted to run down to where she lay, and wrap her in his arms. You all go walk your death march, he wanted to say, she and I will find our own path! Every fibre of his being wished to protest against the King's order, but Arjuna felt as though his feet were frozen to the ground. Years and years of devotion, and servitude to the head of the family seemed to hold him in place.

"But why?" Bheema yelled back.

"Despite having made an oath before the sacred fire, she has not treated all five of her husbands equally. All her life she has been partial to Arjuna. Leave her there!" Yudhishthira declared as he resumed walking.

Arjuna wished to scream and deny the accusation, but no words came out of his mouth. Before his eyes, he saw a much younger version of the woman lying on the ground.

"Nothing pleases me but you, Phalguni!" She had pleaded with him to stay. He had been on his way out then, going towards Amaravati, to meet his divine father.

"This is highly improper of you Krishnaa! You are a wife of all five brothers, such a crude display of emotion towards one of us doesn't suit your status!" He had said without even looking back. Arjun tried hard to remember. Had he not wanted to turn back right that instant? Oh, how their life would have been if he had simply held her hand in his and ran away? Instead, he had steeled his heart and pushed her away. All their life, he had pushed her away, all to preserve the illusion that neither he nor she regretted having agreed to share Draupadi among all five brothers. And now, even after an entire lifetime of holding back, they stood accused of the same crime.

He looked back at the pallid face of his beloved, now lying in a dusty, snowy slurry in the middle of the road. Petite snowflakes fell gently upon her closed eyelids, like morning dew on freshly bloomed flowers at dawn. Bheema sat down on the ground, cradling her unconscious frame in his strong arms, whispering a lullaby Arjuna had heard so many times.

After their father's death, when their mother would still sit numb with grief, while Yudhishthira would talk to the many rishis that came to offer condolences, Bheema would pull the younger three to another room, singing that same tune as he lulled them to sleep. He had learnt it from some locals who lived further up the mountain. Bheema would repeat the lullaby several times, almost like a hymn, even after his brothers would be fast asleep. Even when they wandered aimlessly from forest to forest after escaping the burning house at Varnavart, this meagre tune served as their only tie to their previous life. The first time Bheema taught the lullaby, he shared it with Hidimba, his first wife, as they together lulled their son Ghatotkacha to sleep. Eventually, he went on to teach it to all the Pandava wives, and eventually the wives of their children. The last one to learn the song from him was princess Uttara, on whose shoulder now rested the very future of the Kuru dynasty. Will she remember to teach it to her son?

After a long time, Bheema finally rested Draupadi's slack head on a small boulder. He picked up some stones and set them all around her, like a protective lakshmana rekha. He selected a sharper rock, carefully placing it within her palm. "What if she wakes up and there comes a wild animal charging her way?" He said in a hoarse voice.

Then silently, the brothers followed King Yudhishthira who was already far ahead.

Only a little farther along the trail, Sahadeva crashed onto the ground. Nakul fell beside his brother, desperately running his palm through his brother's hair, trying to coax his twin to his feet. Sahadeva, however, lay quiet, like his entire life. He had never been one to cause a commotion, preferring to fade into shadows. He squeezed his brother's hand, in silence. Go! Sahadeva gestured silently. With a heavy heart, Nakula followed his brothers.

"He prided himself upon unparalleled wisdom. Come!" Yudhishthira called back.

Arjuna had never been as close to the twins as he was with his older brothers. The twins were always encompassed in a cocoon of their own, a space so private that even their older brothers were not allowed in. Arjuna's mind wandered back to the time when they had come newly to Hastinapur. He remembered how he had taught the two of them to hold a bow straight and to shoot with precision. He had been dismayed to find their interest in archery did not quite match up to Arjuna's. Eventually, he had learned to rejoice when they understood his lessons on archery and extrapolated the same into honing their swordsmanship, defeating Arjuna in that area quite easily.

After some while, Nakula found himself unable to walk any farther. He sat down under an outgrowing rock and weakly smiled back at Arjuna and Bheema, who wept silently. When did our little Nakula grow up so much, wondered Arjuna, that he welcomes death with a smile? He wanted to run to him and wrap him in his arms as he used to when Nakula would occasionally wake up with nightmares after Duryodhana had tried to poison Bheema.

"Why him? What did he ever do to anyone?!" questioned Bheema.

"He was vain on account of his beauty!" replied Yudhishthira, still stone-faced.

Wiping away his tears Arjuna forced himself along the trail once more. What was that?! Was that a flower on the side of the trail? Arjun looked down. There was! A lone flower sprouting from the snow. He bent down to examine the flower. To his surprise, he did not see it anymore. It must be here somewhere! He thought as he carefully advanced down the side of the cliff. Suddenly he lost balance and found himself falling into nothingness.

With a jerk, he found Bheema's strong arm grasping his hand.

Then the gale bore down Yudhishthira's voice, "Leave his hand, Vrikodara!"

Arjun shook his head vigorously. "Please, no!" He whispered, pleading with his brother.

"Why?!" Screamed Bheema at Yudhishthira.

"He suffers from vanity. He thinks there is no greater warrior than him in this world. Let him go, I command you!"

Arjun silently shook his head through tears as he felt Bheema's grasp weaken, and then disappear. He shut his eyes as he felt his body roll down the cliff, sharp rocks and stray branches cutting through his sides. Finally, he came to rest upon a boulder near the bottom.

His entire body ached from the wounds. He was barely conscious, yet he reached out hither and thither looking for some semblance of support. From his studies of ayurveda he knew that now, without any medicine to soothe his wounds, he would hallucinate, hanging on the very thread of life and death, until Yama-deva descended kindly to take him away. He sighed.

A smile crept through his pain, as he felt a familiar arm wrap around him. Krishna's honeyed voice emerged beside him enveloping his very soul, "What is there to fear, Partha?" Arjun tried his best to reply, but he found himself too tired. "It's alright." Krishna shushed him, "I'm right here. I never left you in life, my Partha, and I am not leaving now."

A wave of peace washed over Arjuna. He smiled. He laid his head down on his friend's shoulder as a scintillating light drowned out the entire landscape, and he fell asleep.

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Who are the best couples of Mahabharat and why are they Chitra-Arjun and Hidimba-Bheem?

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KCCITM had organised an exclusive excursion trip to the Manali,Himachal Pradesh a nap in the lap of Mother Nature from 11th  November 2022 to 14th November 2022 for B.Tech first-year students, to enable their self-discovery and capture unforgettable moments shared by friends and faculties for a life long memory.

The trip included sightseeing and recreational activities. The students loved exploring new places in the lap of nature. It included exploring different places; Hidimba Temple, Clubs, Solang Valley, Dhundi, Khuksar, and Atal Tunnel.

The adventures of Himachal will remain memorable for the students. It refreshed their spirits to kick start their college life with fresh excitement and energy. Beyond the emerald green meadows and evergreen forests, Himachal Pradesh holds a destiny where the horizon is said to be celestial.

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[chaanv]

Hey, so...um, I was doing some research, and in general, there are 9 wives of the Pandavas: Draupadi, Hidimba, Devika, Uloopi, Valandhara, Chitrangada, Subhadra, Karenumati, Vijaya, right?

In BORI CE, there is an unnamed princess who is mentioned as the wife of Bheem, who is also the sister of a monarch who always used to challenge Krishna. In the same para, it is stated that the princess of Magadha married Sahadeva. Also, in Harivamsa, it is mentioned that Bhanumati, daughter of Bhanu, a Yadava chieftain (not Krishna's son) married Sahadeva as well..... What do you think about this? Many people on wattpad are getting confused regarding this, and I wanna know your take on this topic...also, Do you believe that characters like Vatsala (who is only present in Tamil and Telugu folk plays, not even an authentic book), Suthanu, Pragati, Pragya, Samyukthana, Printha, Sumitra and Bhargavi exist?

Bhargavi is the daughter of ArSu in some versions, the rest are Draupadi's daughters....

Hi anon,

This can all get a bit complicated, but the main thing to remember here is:

The Pandavas were princes, and, as such, it’s likely they had several unknown wives whom we lost in the lore over time, partly because of their irrelevance to the overall narrative.

(I hate that I used the word “irrelevance”, but.)

In addition, the opposite may also be true; because of the popularity of the epic (and the Pandavas in it), many cultures around the world possibly came to associate their local histories with the princes. The result is several partners being mentioned more regionally than universally.

While I do leave room in my views to learn about and consider these things, many of my headcanons (which affect what I write and relay) about this subject were formed in my initial years with the epic:

I typically only incorporate the nine wives you have listed into my work.

Similarly, because I had heard of Suthanu and Pragati before the other daughters (I have only found the Pandavas’ daughters in regional takes), I include only them.

My aim is to keep myself from getting too overwhelmed by the information - even if that somewhat limits me.

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Letters to Nobody

Dearest, 

It is your birth month. I went back to read some of your letters today. I miss you. I am reading some of your letters again. Now, I am sad how I took it for granted that you might live forever. I never thought there will be time when you will not be. I am finally ready to read Shakespeare. I never read him, although you wanted to teach me or at least initiate me into some of his works, including Cleopatra. This summer, I will start reading Shakespeare. I will read it alone. I never saw this coming - reading your favorite plays alone. 

“I reread our SMS exchanges last evng. Ur intellectual tour de force is breath - taking. How do u manage to read and remember so much? From Shams to Lacan, not to mention others. Suddenly the reported erudition and felicity of Cleopetra came to my mind. The way she had amazed the matchless savant that Julius Caesar was, with her intellectual prowess. Antony and others were just playthings in her hands. Antony seems to have kindled  tender love as the tragic epilogue of her life is another story. 

But I wanted to remember something else . Do u know the words Shakespeare describes her charms with? They apply to u.            

After I finished the SMS texts I started reading our mail exchanges. I was aghast at the numbers I have texted u! It doesn't mean however that I want to write to u less. I wish to write more. But the  content and quality of our correspondence has to undergo some change.Our words feel like coming as a matter of habit dwelling on our past experiences,stock- words and phrases. We don't seem to take cognisance of our respective individuated beings. 

Last evng u talked of Mandodari and Draupadi ! I liked that hugely. 

Or the mail referring Hidimba, Madri and Damyanti ! Do u remember the one ? U had some factual error there. I refrained from reminding the fact for fear of ur annoyance. Fears get greater when love is great, again the Bard!   

 Hidimba was sent by her brother to kill the Pandavas. Not Father as u said. The poet has even left behind some hints about the exact nature of their relationship. The Mahabharata time was one of great transitions. The family rules and rituals were getting redefined drastically.  Hidimba's desertion of the ' brother' reminds the of the Arabian tales of 'thousand nights'!        

Vayas has given  to this story space incongruous with the plot and purpose of the Epic, now only does come to my mind! Of Damayanti borrowing words from contemporary love letters! But for Damayanti  the Mahabharata does not seem to take note of Love as an emotion apart and independent of erotic gratification. Marriage is also chiefly for Eros as the example of Draupadi shows. But then lending words to Damayanti would be no less problematic today. D must have gone thru something akin to Sufi  experience of love. But our world has only heard of the word. The routine comfort of marriage is also named love! Infatuation is ever impossible to distinguish. Flirting goes a long way to delude the lonelier one. So Damayanti would fool herself to seek to borrow from contemporary love-letters.                           

But all this is not what I meant to write today. I want to exchange with u on more seriously at intellectual plane. It was my misfortune not to have met ur caliber before. I want to do some creative pieces while I m still around.  Email would be enough to collaborate. U ll be a great help as well inspiration. I Appreciate ur mind most. I know ur heart is ever-liquid and volatile. But that shouldn't be a deterrent for our working together in a project. As I told u u ll get paid well for that. Mind it this is not for me to pay. B P Koirala Foundation ll do it. Earning ur own good money should feel nice.       I have been saying this to u for so many days. But u don't seem to take anything seriously from me. And I know I am myself to blame for this with my juvenile and comic ways often. I  do regret and feel sad to think of it. But let's collaborate yet. What is ur take, pls let me know. 

Love, 

p