#Sari Devi

[aadeshtimes]

The secret of the reason for Sridevi's death was revealed, after five years Boney Kapoor told the truth - Aadesh Times

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https://aadeshtimes.blogspot.com/2023/10/aadesh-times.html?m=1

[klaudia96art]

Autobot or decepticon ?😈

[furoruisa]

So, benvi prompts?

[dare-g]

Opera Jawa (2006)

[lifewithaview]

Never Have I Ever (2020) …felt super Indian

S1E4

At Ganesh Puja celebrations, Devi questions how much she identifies with Indian culture, Nalini dodges acerbic aunties and Kamala frets over her future.

[suchananewsblog]

New Delhi | Textile exhibition Vayan - The Art of Indian Brocades delves into the history of the decorative weave

The 17th century English explorer Edward Terry wrote of his visit to India: “The natives there show very much ingenuity in their curious manufactures, as in their silk stuffs, which they most artificially weave, some very neatly mingled either with silver or gold or both…” It is these glowing, glistening, lustrous “silk stuffs” that are the subject of a dazzling exhibition at the National Crafts…

[liulith]

Helluva boss fanimatics, animations and parodies 🥰

Backroads (Opening animatic) by Prim (Imp OC)

Basically Helluva Boss (animated recap) by Toffye

Blitzø being Brandon Rogers for 1 minute and 37 seconds by Danaconunaene

Blitz can't be honest by Valy

Blitz explains his business strategy by Dark Crowl, misspanica1, YunanReigan

Blitz "Hates" Love by Artdoer @artdoer93

Blitz lies to himself by _anko

Blitz's incredibly epic bachelor party by Ayvee

Blitzø VS Grandpa by Brandon Rogers

Caffeine by Art of Rhues (Fizz & Ozzie)

Cheating is fun! by Fiventie (animatic by Danaconunaene) (Blitz, Stolas & Stella)

Chocolate by NoriTheLord (Blitz, Fizz, Alastor)

Cursing (Blitz as Brandon Rogers) by Joshiro_19

EVERYBODY DO THE FLOP 🎵 by 사리면&Sari (I.M.P)

Fizzarozzie waltz by Valy

Fizznapped by Tomotasauce (s2e6 parody)

goodbye horses 🎵by dwinni (circus flashback)

Goodbye 🎵by Cinnamon (full cast)

Greg & Rose dance by DaniDrawsVids

Helluva Boss Bloopers by @artdoer93

HELLUVA BOSS VS MURDER DRONES by Morø Productions

Hotel Felicidad 🎵 (Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel animatic w/ English subtitles) by Athena Fandubs and Yakko

I AM A MAN by NoriTheLord (Blitz & Fizz)

"Just Listen to Me" by Dark Crowl + dub by Paranoid DJ (6 minutes animatic taking place right after Ozzie's)

Lilo & Stitch scene by Valy (S2e1)

Mammon's Ladies by Cinnamon

Mini Cream by Prim (Robo Fizz)

Moxxie is angry by EmositeCC

Moxxie sneeze by Ky Bullock

Nothing's working out 🎵 by 사리면&Sari

OFFICE ISSUES by AnimatedMau (I.M.P)

Patchwork Staccato 🎵 by 黑貓

"Perfect crime" by Dark Crowl + dub by KovutgeVA | v2: Blitzø marries Stolas dub by Devy-D

PLAYGROUND 🎵by Austin Kalista (Loona & Via)

Pregnant Meme by @robocatrc (I.M.P)

RE: Cutie Honey OP parody by Art of Rhues @artofrhues

Sassin' a Clown (Fizzarozzie & Mammon)

Say my name 🎵 by Ghost Animations (Fizz & Octavia Goetia)

second meeting with Striker by Dark Crowl

Seikaku warukute sumimasen 🎵 by 黑貓

She is... 🎵 by EmositeCC

SHIT 🎵 by Prim (Blitzø)

Since you've been gone 🎵 by Cinnamon (HB & Hazbin Hotel cast)

Stolitz date movie by Miles Cooper

Sway 🎵 by Dark Crowl (Stolitz)

THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS when... by @robocatrc (Blitz & Loona)

THAT'S WHAT I WANT (opening) 🎵 by Foxby

The good place never felt worse by Prim (Blitz & Cash)

The important conversation by Dark Crowler (Stolas & Paimon)

The Towel (Moxxie & the mafia)

The whole being dead thing 🎵 by Danaconunaene (Fizzarolli)

Travel-sized Crimson by Cinnamon

UNHAPPY CAMPERS epilogue fan animatic by EmikaPika (M&M)

Your stupid face 🎵by CrystalCalico

Who is more powerful: Alastor or Stolas? Hunicast animatic by Leaffy Bun

You're still here? Check out my other rec lists: Vox animatics, Alastor animatics

[hobiebrownismygod]

Why Spiderman-India/Pavitr Prabhakar is one of the best examples of Indian representation I've seen in a long time

Mumbattan

Lets talk about Earth-50101, Mumbattan, Pavitr's home dimension. Mumbattan is displayed as a beautiful, colorful dimension with lots of traffic, lots of people, and lots of culture. When we see Gwen, Miles and Pav swinging through Mumbattan, we see people wearing saris, people driving scootys, Indian-style billboards and even temples in the surroundings. This is an extremely accurate depiction of large Indian cities.

Mumbattan on the left, Mumbai on the right

See how similar these look?

Now compare this to how Hollywood's Slumdog Millionaire movie depicts India.

Every single movie depicting India made by Hollywood portrays India as a country full of slums and dirty people. I have never seen Hollywood portray India as the beautiful, culture-filled country it is, and I have never seen one of the many beautiful temples, or the advanced cities represented in western media until now. Slumdog Millionaire is a fantastic movie, but India isn't only made up of slums.

Hollywood tends to romanticize struggle and when depicting India, makes it seem like a very depressing country. Yes, there are slums in India. Yes, there are people struggling in India. But that doesn't mean that India isn't beautiful. It doesn't mean India is behind. Mumbattan is the first depiction of India I've seen that I feel portrays the beauty and culture of India well. It is a fantastic representation.

2. Pavitr's personality

One of the most recent and most popular Indian representation series right now is the show, Never Have I Ever. In my opinion, this show is terrible. The main character, Devi Vishwakumar, is the stereotype of all stereotypes and doesn't accurately portray most Desi girls. She is rude, selfish, and extremely narcissistic. Her entire personality is being Indian and I find that extremely hard to watch. They make fun of her by addressing stereotypes like an excess of body hair, fashion, and even accents but instead of shutting down these stereotypes, they amplified them by making fun of them.

In western media, Indians are either portrayed as IT workers, scammers, grocery store owners, or nerdy, try-hard teenagers. Every show with an Indian teenager in it portrays them as cheap, unhygienic or unattractive which I, as an Indian, find extremely offensive.

Pavitr is portrayed as an optimistic Indian teenager who's smart and strong, without bragging about it, proud of being Indian without making it his whole personality and genuinely funny. He isn't portrayed as some skinny, nerdy guy with glasses. In fact, he's literally shown flexing his muscles, and performing well in class without going overboard about it. He's so full of culture, I can't even begin to explain it because I'll never stop. His suit, his mask, his webs, the way he moves, the way he fights, its all beautiful and I could watch for days on end without getting bored.

We were finally served an attractive, funny Indian character who isn't a walking stereotype, who loves and embraces his culture and just seems like an awesome guy to be around. Seeing him on screen made me feel so proud, of my religion and my culture. I hope Hollywood takes notes on this and continues providing the media with proper Indian representation and strong Indian role models for characters!

This article explains everything I said a little better, because I know my writing style can be confusing sometimes. It really goes into depth on how impactful it is on Indians to see this kind of representation for the first time in western media and how important this is.

He's so pretty <3 I'm so proud that I look like him

Might go even more in-depth eventually, I just really wanted to get this off my chest because I love him so much 😭

[womenaremypriority]

This is so horrific.

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I have been following Siro’s story for 30 years, ever since I went to interview her and four other rural midwives in India’s Bihar state in 1996.

They had been identified by a non-governmental organisation as being behind the murder of baby girls in the district of Katihar where, under pressure from the newborns’ parents, they were killing them by feeding them chemicals or simply wringing their necks.

Hakiya Devi, the eldest of the midwives I interviewed, told me at the time she had killed 12 or 13 babies. Another midwife, Dharmi Devi, admitted to killing more - at least 15-20.

It is impossible to ascertain the exact number of babies they may have killed, given the way the data was gathered.

But they featured in a report published in 1995 by an NGO, based on interviews with them and 30 other midwives. If the report’s estimates are accurate, more than 1,000 baby girls were being murdered every year in one district, by just 35 midwives. According to the report, Bihar at the time had more than half a million midwives. And infanticide was not limited to Bihar.

Refusing orders, Hakiya said, was almost never an option for a midwife.

“The family would lock the room and stand behind us with sticks,” says Hakiya Devi. “They’d say: ‘We already have four-five daughters. This will wipe out our wealth. Once we give dowry for our girls, we will starve to death. Now, another girl has been born. Kill her.’

“Who could we complain to? We were scared. If we went to the police, we’d get into trouble. If we spoke up, people would threaten us."

The role of a midwife in rural India is rooted in tradition, and burdened by the harsh realities of poverty and caste. The midwives I interviewed belonged to the lower castes in India’s caste hierarchy. Midwifery was a profession passed on to them by mothers and grandmothers. They lived in a world where refusing orders of powerful, upper-caste families was unthinkable.

The midwife could be promised a sari, a sack of grain or a small amount of money for killing a baby. Sometimes even that was not paid. The birth of a boy earned them about 1,000 rupees. The birth of a girl earned them half.

The reason for this imbalance was steeped in India’s custom of giving a dowry, they explained. Though the custom was outlawed in 1961, it still held strong in the 90s - and indeed continues into the present day.

A dowry can be anything - cash, jewellery, utensils. But for many families, rich or poor, it is the condition of a wedding. And this is what, for many, still makes the birth of a son a celebration and the birth of a daughter a financial burden.

Siro Devi, the only midwife of those I interviewed who is still alive, used a vivid physical image to explain this disparity in status.

“A boy is above the ground - higher. A daughter is below - lower. Whether a son feeds or takes care of his parents or not, they all want a boy.”

The preference for sons can be seen in India’s national-level data. Its most recent census, in 2011, recorded a ratio of 943 women to every 1,000 men. This is nevertheless an improvement on the 1990s - in the 1991 census, the ratio was 927/1,000.

By the time I finished filming the midwives’ testimonies in 1996, a small, silent change had begun. The midwives who once carried out these orders had started to resist. 

This change was instigated by Anila Kumari, a social worker who supported women in the villages around Katihar, and was dedicated to addressing the root causes of these killings.

Anila’s approach was simple. She asked the midwives, “Would you do this to your own daughter?”

Her question apparently pierced years of rationalisation and denial. The midwives got some financial help via community groups and gradually the cycle of violence was interrupted.

Siro, speaking to me in 2007, explained the change.

“Now, whoever asks me to kill, I tell them: ‘Look, give me the child, and I’ll take her to Anila Madam.’”

The midwives rescued at least five newborn girls from families who wanted them killed or had already abandoned them.

One child died, but Anila arranged for the other four to be sent to Bihar’s capital, Patna, to an NGO which organised their adoption.

The story could have ended there. But I wanted to know what had become of those girls who were adopted, and where life had taken them.

Anila’s records were meticulous but they had few details about post-adoption.

Working with a BBC World Service team, I got in touch with a woman called Medha Shekar who, back in the 90s, was researching infanticide in Bihar when the babies rescued by Anila and the midwives began arriving at her NGO. Remarkably, Medha was still in touch with a young woman who, she believed, was one of these rescued babies.

Anila told me that she had given all the girls saved by the midwives the prefix “Kosi” before their name, a homage to the Kosi river in Bihar. Medha remembered that Monica had been named with this “Kosi” prefix before her adoption.

The adoption agency would not let us look at Monica’s records, so we can never be sure. But her origins in Patna, her approximate date of birth and the prefix “Kosi” all point to the same conclusion: Monica is, in all probability, one of the five babies rescued by Anila and the midwives.

When I went to meet her at her parents’ home some 2,000km (1,242 miles) away in Pune, she said she felt lucky to have been adopted by a loving family.

“This is my definition of a normal happy life and I am living it,” she said.

Monica knew that she had been adopted from Bihar. But we were able to give her more details about the circumstances of her adoption.

Earlier this year, Monica travelled to Bihar to meet Anila and Siro. 

Monica saw herself as the culmination of years of hard work by Anila and the midwives.

“Someone prepares a lot to do well in an exam. I feel like that. They did the hard work and now they’re so curious to meet the result… So definitely, I would like to meet them.”

Anila wept tears of joy when she met Monica. But Siro’s response felt different.

She sobbed hard, holding Monica close and combing through her hair.

“I took you [to the orphanage] to save your life… My soul is at peace now,” she told her.

But when, a couple of days later, I attempted to press Siro about her reaction, she resisted further scrutiny.

“What happened in the past is in the past,” she said.

But what is not in the past is the prejudice some still hold against baby girls.

Reports of infanticide are now relatively rare, but sex-selective abortion remains common, despite being illegal since 1994.

If one listens to the traditional folk songs sung during childbirth, known as Sohar, in parts of north India, joy is reserved for the birth of a male child. Even in 2024, it is an effort to get local singers to change the lyrics so that the song celebrates the birth of a girl.

While we were filming our documentary, two baby girls were discovered abandoned in Katihar - one in bushes, another at the roadside, just a few hours old. One later died. The other was put up for adoption.

Before Monica left Bihar, she visited this baby in the Special Adoption Centre in Katihar.

She says she was haunted by the realisation that though female infanticide may have been reduced, abandoning baby girls continues.

“This is a cycle… I can see myself there a few years ago, and now again there’s some girl similar to me.”

But there were to be happier similarities too.

The baby has now been adopted by a couple in the north-eastern state of Assam. They have named her Edha, which means happiness.

“We saw her photo, and we were clear - a baby once abandoned cannot be abandoned twice,” says her adoptive father Gaurav, an officer in the Indian air force.

Every few weeks Gaurav sends me a video of Edha's latest antics. I sometimes share them with Monica.

Looking back, the 30 years spent on this story were never just about the past. It was about confronting uncomfortable truths. The past cannot be undone, but it can be transformed.

And in that transformation, there is hope.

[dykrophone]

okay devi freaking out over how to put her sari back on and ben suggesting a youtube tutorial without missing a beat is the cutest most benvi thing ever fight me

[makhis]

my fave benvi moments from this season:

-HIM COMING THROUGH HER WINDOW AND BEING LIKE “wtf how did paxton do this”

-him basically he admitting he liked her when they were lying on her bed and he looked over and saw she was sleep and he just smiled and then decided to sleep over insane behavior

-anyway that entire time he’s in her room and trying to cheer her up peak benvi

-when he tries to protect her from that drunk guy at princeton amazing 10/10

-WHEN HE HEARD ELEANOR SAYING DEVI DIDNT GET INTO COLLEGE AND HE JUST ZOOMED OUT THE DOOR TO FIND DEVI

-his sex dream/fantasy of devi like god he’s so insane and down bad 😭

-DEVI SEEING HIM RUN INTO THE WEDDING IN SLO MO THATS SOULMATE BEHAVIOR

-him immediately offering to look up a yt tutorial when devi realizes she can’t put her sari back on herself

-devi immediately giving him her shirt at the college fair like she’s so ready to help him even if he wasn’t talking to her 😭😭

[arshifiesta]

13th Anniversary of IPKKND Celebration

Hi phati-sari's, sanka devis, khoon bhari taang (and the occasional laad governer?)! So it's going to be IPKKND's 13th Anniversary on 6th June 2024 & we have decided to host Arshi Fiesta for the entire month ☺️

We will be putting out moodboard prompts for you to create any fan content you like, be it a one-shot, a fan fic, video edits, fan art etc.... it's up to you, really! 😇

We would be delighted for you to engage in this event and show love towards Arnav and Khushi's story in any way possible! ✨

Note: Although, there aren't any age restrictions for submissions, we request you to add community label (mature) wherever necessary!

So gear up for the upcoming week and put on your creative glasses! 🤩 Do not forget to share your content here, we'd love to reblog all submissions (given, of course, that it's been properly credited to us!) 🩷

Regards,

Hosts: @featheredclover @hand-picked-star @phuljari

P.S. We'll be announcing the theme on 6th June! Make sure to follow this blog and turn on the notifications or follow the tag #IPK 13th Anniversary Fiesta

See you soon!

[ratanslily]

"Miss Sharma?"

Ram looks up from the book he's reading, quickly slamming it shut, pushing it away, as he sees Devi approaching him, dressed in English attire. It's certainly different to see her in clothes other than saris and lehengas, but she's Devi, she's beautiful in anything she wears.. Ram can't take his eyes- err, eye off her. that is, until he takes off his eyepatch to look at her properly, admiring her from head to toe. He can practically hear Ratan in his ears, asking him to keep it subtle, tone down the eye gazes. But he never listens.

Devi catches his subtle eye movements, rolling her eyes in response. but then, she allows herself the liberty to gaze at him, all dressed up in Western clothing. He looks a bit.. uncomfortable, sure. but he makes it look better than all these Britishers. Her gaze drifts to his soft locks, tied in a low loose bun, that long coat.. and stops before her gaze goes too low for decency. Ram chuckles, shaking his head, as he stands up to join her.

"Careful, Miss Sharma. Your eyes look like you're going to call me aaamar shona (my beloved/sweetheart) anytime."

"You wish, Doobay."

Ram sighs, rolling his eyes in retaliation. He leans against the bark of a neighbouring tree, looking as nonchalant as ever, to hide the affection he harbours for her. No matter how hard he tries, he can't get the proper words out of his mouth.

"You look.... nice. Like a Ducchess or whatever these Britishers use as titles, future bride of the Lord."

Devi's face flinches at the Lord's name, and she fixes Ram with a glare, to which the latter merely scoffs.

"Hay Bhagwaan, Chii. (Oh God, Ew) Don't call me that, ever again. I just came back from death, and you're making me want to go bac-"

Ram stops her from speaking, placing a finger on her lips.

"Don't you ever say that, Deviya."

Devi's cheeks flush, in both embarassment and excitement of him touching her.. in the Lord's garden.. where anyone could see them. But, she can't let him get the upper hand, can she? she teasingly kisses his fingers, causing him to blush instantly, withdrawing his hand back from her mouth.

"You know.. Mi- Devi..."

Ram hesitates.

"Nevermind."

He looks at the book he's kept aside, Pride and Prejudice. Maybe this will help?

An awkward silence falls between them, and Devi looks out at the estate's landscape, admiring the view, when all of a sudden, Ram's voice breaks through the reverie. He faces her, a solemn and serious expression on his face.

"You have bewitched me, body and soul and-"

Devi quirks an eyebrow, as Ram pauses for dramatic effect. Her brain recognises the familiar words, and her eyes widen. Sly Doobay! She can't let this opportunity slip by. she cuts in,

"and I love,I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on."

Now it's turn for Ram to be taken aback. Did she just- Does she finally admit-?

"..oh.."

She merely shrugs, wanting to keep him on his toes for a little more longer. Nodding at the book he's poorly hid away, she says,

"Pride and Prejudice. I read it back in Bombay, at college. You enacted the dialogue pretty well."

She teases him, dismissing it as mere acting.

"Yeah.. acting. sure, yes."

Ram replies, rolling her eyes. stuborn Devi, that's why he loves her!

but he wasn't acting at all..

and neither was she.

[zealouscanonindeer]

Midnight tryst

Book : Kali flame of samsara

Pairing: Ram Doobay x Devi Sharma

Warning: none

Rating : Teen

Authors note : In my hc, Ram and devi start meeting in secret two years before the whole Lord's wife shebang.

Also, writing after a whole 6 months so forgive the rustiness but I couldn't resist writing for these lovelies. I just recently downloaded rc and this was the second book I started. Hope you like this!

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I let out a slow breath, loathed to make a single sound at the expense of my rendezvous. Looking out through the corridor door, I gathered my sari running across to slip out of the estate. I began making my way towards Kalighat.

Since the durga puja ceremonies were to start the next day, everyone was camped out at a nearby estate belonging to the Basu's. Ever since the attack in the himalayas, a similar gathering of all members of the dozen evoked fear of history repeating itself. This meant increased security, which meant it was a mammoth task to slip out every night. But the reward was far greater than the risk.

Slowing down as I neared the garden, I looked around, my eyes searching for a familiar silhouette in the moonlight. my eyebrows drew together as I concentrated, I daren't reveal myself just yet, when a sudden weight came to rest on my shoulder.

I screamed involuntarily and my heart clenched in fear of having woken someone but the sound was muffled by a palm firmly pressed against my mouth. I turned around in horror only to stare at a smirking Doobay. I whisper screamed at him.

"Ram! you..you rakshasa! what was that! somebody could have heard me! don't you..woah!" my words died mid sentence as he pulled me against him, his hands wrapping around me tightly as I forgot his misgivings momentarily.

" Don't berate me. I simply forgot." he pulled away so I could see him point to his grey coloured eye. Of course, he didn't know what is felt like to be caught by surprise. I rolled my eyes, gently pushing him away and walking towards the enormous tree in the center.

Turning around I plopped myself onto the slightly damp grass as he followed. He wore a simple white kurta and matching dhoti, lined by a stripe of gold embroidery. His hair fell in thick dark locks and he was devoid of any jewellery expect the doobay family ring.

I smiled and patted the space next to me as he settled in, pulling my hand into this slender long fingers and squeezing it slightly. I sighed, scooching closer to rest my head against his shoulder as the scent of him enveloped me.

He ran a hand over my head, gently stroking my hair as he pulled the locks back away from my face, over my shoulders. Leaning down he kissed me slowly, taking his time as his tongue entered my mouth. We eventually broke apart, relenting to the need for air.

Lowering us onto the grass, I propped myself onto my elbow as he lay flat on his back. He closed his eyes, running a hand down my back, coming to rest against the bare skin of my lower back. His touch felt warm, soothing and intense.

Feeling his gaze on me, I looked back at him as he voiced.

"So, how did things go? "

"The journey was a success albeit way too long for my liking but we were able to clear up everything at the mines there and start business anew. It does look promising. " I said as I came to rest on his chest, his hand wrapping involuntarily around my shoulder.

"I never had any doubt. " He replied kissing my head.

"But I did miss you. " I confessed.

"I know. "

We lay there in companionable silence, the wind rustling the branches and the flowers settling on the ground as they broke away from their supports. Moving his hand gently from underneath me, he got up pushing himself into a seated position and busying himself with something I couldn't see.

I closed my eyes, feeling content when I felt his fingers wrap around my ankle, bringing my sole to his lips he gently kissed it, once twice moving on to the inside of my leg, first my ankle then upwards finally reaching the inside of my knee. I let out a subdued moan, small whimpers escaping unknowingly at his touches.

To my disappointment, he stopped and I sat up on my elbows to find out why.

"What happened? "

"You're a little too loud for your own good. " He chided me. I flushed crimson at his comment, shrugging of my embarassment I reached out to him, pulling him on top.

"It's time for you to go back. " He whispered against my skin

“Not yet. " I retaliated, almost pleading him not to send me away. He chuckled lightly pulling us both into a sitting position, his hands grabbed a few flowers and then, he wrapped a handmade anklet gently around my left ankle.

I stared at him and he did not shy away,nor did I expect him to. It was not his nature to hide away his feelings or want,it seemed that shameless acceptance was the bedrock of the Doobay charisma. He waited patiently as I finally but sadly stirred, standing up and pulling him into a hug. His lips attached to mine once more, parting to allow each other entrance. The sweet hot kiss ended all too soon.

“ You're sure you want me to leave"

"Not at all."

I departed in thought ,wishing that this could become more. But as it always is, good things must come to an end.. I stared at the flowers gently sitting on my skin. I could only hope that it was because better things would fall into place.

********

Correct me if I'm wrong but I read somewhere that wearing an anklet on your left leg indicates you are in a committed relationship.

[dare-g]

Opera Jawa (2006)

[janetsnakehole02]

every note on this post is a signature for my petition for netflix to show us the deleted scenes of ben trying to put devi’s sari back on her while watching the youtube tutorial