#desi royal academia

[aahanna]

एक बार देख लीजिए

[deesi-academia]

"desi academia" we say when it's just academic pressure in royalcore outfits

[brokoala-soup]

even if we aren't staring at the same moon, we're not far as long as we're staring at the same cricket broadcast

[amar-hiyar-majhe]

Cycling 🚴🏻

The most relaxing but the most body storming work. I love cycling. I wanna drive a Harley Davidson but my height is short so my leg won't reach the ground if I get into a harley. I wanna drive a THAR as well (not dreaming of mercedes or ferrari because I don't have or don't want soooo much in my life, just a simple four wheeler which will be driven by me, will work). To brief things out, I don't wanna be a passenger, I wanna be the driver. I want to be solely depended to myself because no one is going to save me when I will fight my depression, my anxiety, my fears, my mistakes and so on.

I was in class 10th when I learned how to ride a bicycle. Within 7days Iearned the whole stuff. Less than one year I went for a long but short drive with my cycle. Just me and my cycle. My mom wants to make me self-depended before being independent. She makes me do my works all by myself.

I was in class 9th when my father tried to make me learn how to ride a bicycle. In first try I failed. Practically I fell down from my cycle and he scolded me. The next day, same scenario and he gave me two tight slaps as well as gave me a good beating and (to be specific) on the road in front of random public. One random aunty came up and told my father, "at one go, no one can do anything, even you failed in things on your first try". Coming back home I cried a lot and that day was the end of my cycling. Then again in class 10th my mother hired an aunty to make me learn cycle and I learned.

Now I take my cycle everywhere except school. My father takes me to school in his Royal Enfield. In future I will ride that bike. Damn I got chills with the thoughts of it.

Playlist:-

[llkissed-by-the-rainll]

Through the jharokha, into your heart,

My eyes peer into, and carve out a yearning for me.

[secretandpurplememories]

The aesthetic I would die for 🥺🤌

[jannatsthings]

You're my favourite person, love he whispered against her neck while dancing in the rain with her trying not to think about how he isn't comfortable with his clothes sticking to his body

I trust only you he said while walking on the beach barefoot even though he hated the way the sand felt against his feet

I ....love you he whispered as those words were too much for him to say

Hey he smiled at her even though he was angry a few minutes ago but he frowned as he saw the serious look on her face everything ok love? He went closer holding her arms softly

She hugged him and he smiled and pulled her closer, suddenly he felt something against his back and he frowned as he pulled away slightly and looked in her eyes

I have to I'm sorry she whispered as she fixed her grip on the gun pressed against his back

He was frozen...not because death scared him but because of who it came as but he smiled sadly and took a shaky breath as he saw the tears in her eyes

Go on love he whispered as he caressed her cheek go on, you know I can't stop you

She looked up at him with utter disbelief because why would the worst man alive on the Earth who thought of himself as immortal let her kill him after she betrayed him

And he looked at her and realized how it felt to have your heart shattered into pieces, the heart he never thought he had

[maahiyax]

~ kalank nahi ishq hai kajal piya ~

[apricitycanvas]

Mahadevi Shuddhamati

Bhīṣmaka was a ruler of the city named Kuṇḍina.

He was richly endowed with horses, elephants and chariots. He was wealthy and very powerful. Shining in the midst of a thousand women, he administered the splendid kingdom.

Mahādevī (‘great queen’) was his wife dear to him more than his own very vital breathes

He begot of her a son named Rukmaka. The second child born was a daughter named Rukmiṇī.

At that time an unembodied etherial voice told him, “O Bhīsmaka, this girl should be given to a Four-armed One (born) on this earth.”

╰┈➤ On hearing these words, he and his beloved became delighted.

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ in Javanese Hinduism

Her name is Dewi Prethukirti/ Rumbini

Dewi Rukmini's mother wanted her to be married to Kresna, so she secretly informed Kresna that he should come as soon as possible to protect her daughter and they elope.

Your grandfather was the high king Kuntabhoja,And his child was none other than Kunti; Her younger siblings were your father followed by two sisters. Srutasrawa and Prethukirti. And Srutasrawa is the mother of Cedi. And it happens that he has set his mind firmly on princess Rukmini. - Kakawin Hariwangsa

The noble Queen Prethukirti was his aunt, her relationship being the younger sibling of his father. Thus it was that he, Lord Krishna, was a first cousin to the princess. - Kresnayana

“ According to Brahmavaivarta Purana, her name is Subhadra. She is also addressed by the name Vaidarbhi, that is, the Queen of Vidarbha.

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Chant Rakhumai Rakhumai

[dumdaradumdaradum]

Bhagirath had two mothers.

The descendant of Sagara had died without had heir as a consequence of Kapila sage's curse and Ganga was still in heavens.

Ayodhya descended into chaos. Every human and God was worried.

So they prayed to Lord Shiva. He blessed the two widows of dead king, said they'd have a child.

The two women looked at him, but the king is dead. How then?

A few months later their friendship blossomed into a beautiful creeper of love. They waited till the time was right and kept their faith in Gods.

In the tenth month a boy was born to them. Since the kid was born from the union of two women, two bhagas, he was named Bhagirath.

Past few centuries had been quiet a sorrow for love that wasn't between a male and a female but finally, the shackles are chipping away and love is free again.

(this was inspired by @sundaralekhan hehe)

[misalpav]

the kohinoor was originally 186 carats of diamond. then the british cut it down to 105.6 carats. if and when the british finally get their shit together and return the kohinoor, please remember they still owe 80.4 carats of diamond <333

[thetopshelf]

"And if the devil was to ever see you, he'd kiss your eyes and repent," Farouq Jwaydeh

[deesi-academia]

The desi aesthetic is sooo royalcore like no other aesthetic can ever compare to it

[oyeevarnika]

तू सूरज मैं सांझ पियाजी मारे सपनों की तू परवाज़ पियाजी थारो मारो मिलन ऐसो लागे रे साथी जैसो दीया और बाती हम हूँ… दीया और बाती हम

| Movie : Padmawati 🍿

| Song : Diya aur baati hum 🫂

[aritheartist]

Native Lady from Umritsar: Outfit Details

By Horace Van Ruith (1880)

'Native Lady from Umritsar' is a late nineteenth century oil painting depicting a lady wearing very elaborate, embroidered garments. The artist, Horace Van Ruith (1839-1923) produced a documentary record of the jewellery and clothes of a lady from Amritsar, now in India, and part of the historic region of the Panjab. The painting is currently housed at the Victoria & Albert Museum, London.

The woman, who seems to be from a wealthy family judging by her extravagant attire, is wearing an outfit consisting of a kurta, two dupattas, a full ghagra, and churidar. It is likely that all of the main garments were made from silk cloth. Her outer, transparent shawl is decorated with buteh motifs along the transverse edges and isolated small, round motifs scattered over the ground. These are all worked in white.

Underneath this covering she is wearing another, green covering that is edged with a wide band in gold thread work (zari). She is also wearing a red kurta edged along the hems with zari work. Her full, blue silk ghagra also has a deep band in zari and gotapatti work. Finally, her curled tip mojaris (mules) were embroidered with metal thread embroidery.

In addition to all of her decorative clothing, she is wearing a full set of head, ear, nose, neck, arm, hand, ankle and foot jewellery.

She is exquisitely decked in precious metal ornaments from head to toe. Starting from the top, she is wearing a dauni (a mathapatti with two strands) which adds extra reinforcement and allows for heavier pendants, which in this case is a chand tikka. On the side of her head is another chand tikka, known as chand bina. On her ears she is wearing baalis supported by kanautis.

She is wearing a kokka on the right side of her nose, and an elaborate nath with a latkan on the left side.

On her neck she is wearing a galpatta, a champakali, and a matar mala.

Her hands are adorned with a hathphool or kari panjangla, several rings including an arsi (mirrored ring) with a kangan and multiple chooris on each side, and a bajuband (armlet) on her arm.

She can be seen wearing pahzeb which are made of silver and are supposed to clink when the wearer walks, as well as a khalkhal or kharian-apir which is like a kara, but for the ankles. She is also wearing bichiya or toe rings in a set of five.

[desisea]

just finished watching Jodha Akbar. I've been crying over the fact that I'll never get to experience love in mahals and from a king. those sneaky glances at each other and the intense tension between you both when you're near e/o? oh the pace of your heartbeat-

yeah im dying alone