#golden ganga

[6loner96]

Si hay una luz de esperanza en el fondo de tu alma por favor no la dejes morir.

Golden Ganga

[sszeemedia]

The Golden Thread, 6-A Akash Ganga win top honors at Mumbai International Film Festival

The Mumbai International Film Festival that concluded on Friday, had Nishtha Jain’s “The Golden Thread” and Nirmal Chander Dandriyal’s “6-A Akash Ganga” winning the best film in the international and national competitions, respectively, according to Variety report. “The Golden Thread” was praised by the international jury as “a film that is both an homage and an observation of the last vestiges…

[sumit1998]

Ganga Plots Sector 4 Sohna: Where Luxury Meets Affordability

Ganga Plots Sector 4 Sohna is a residential project located in Sohna, a rapidly developing area in the state of Haryana, India. The project offers spacious and well-planned plots of varying sizes that cater to the diverse needs of homebuyers. The location of the project is ideal, as it is situated close to major roads and highways, making it easy for residents to commute to nearby cities and towns.

[hindulivesmatter]

The Women of Mahabharat

Who's your favorite?

All of the women who played pivotal roles in the Mahabharat. Let's see who Tumblr loves the most!

Reblog to reach a wider audience!

[ahamasmiyodhah]

𝐀𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐦

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇; when two star crossed lovers are reborn to unite, whole universe comes to bring them together.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁: Rudra's viewpoint |

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐘; “I'm not doing this to claim him. I'm doing this because I'm his.”

𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈; “Love isn't claiming your ownership on someone, it's surrendering oneself to that person and is a promise to love, cherish, respect and be with that person on every step of life.”

He felt restless.

He didn't knew why.

His heart was somewhere else.

But he didn't knew why.

His feet carried away on it's own, his hazel eyes unfocused, hands deep into his jeans' pocket. His mind jumbled up with the loud thoughts of why is it happening?

Suddenly, his feet halted at the beautiful melody which invaded his ears. Whipping his head around, he realized that he was at the banks of Ganga, and the water with the melody immediately calmed his mind but piqued an interest. Who was this?

Following the sound of the tune, his feet carried him to a wall, where on the top podium a Girl was dancing. Dressed in a pain white chikankari Kurta and leggings, her feet were wrapped up by the Ghunghroos of a Dancer, and the chiming of Bells was rhyming with the song coming out of her phone.

Unaware of the listener, the girl kept dancing and her thick wavy hairs flew with wind, and as if the wind changed it's tide according to the melody, it started blowing a little harshly as she hit the high note, removing all the hairs of her face, and he was starstruck by the women sat there.

The small red dot on her forehead looked more brightened over her fair face, and those kohl coloured eyes? They were definitely like that of a doe. So beautiful, yet so dangerous.

Ambika couldn't blink.

It was as if she couldn't hear the bells, the sound of drums and conches, the chant in the name of holy river Ganga, or the very thundering claps of the devotees. She forgot how to breath.

She forgot everything, the moment her eyes clashed with his.

Illuminated by the pious fire of camphor, holding the aarti in his hands, wearing off yellow Dhoti with golden work at the border, and his broad forehead painted with three white lines and a small vermilion circle in between, his eyes glimmered with complete devotion as he sang the hymn and rotated the holy fire.

Ambika couldn't believe what she was seeing, the distant sound of the Shankhanaad making her chest rising up and down rapidly as tears blurred her eyes. Her senses were overwhelmed as she suddenly turned and pushed Maatangi, Debadrita and Ruchika away, and ran away as she ignored their calls, her blurry eyes somehow seeing the busy path as she tried to block the loud sound and flashes in her mind away.

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[rrcraft-and-lore]

The Celtic Goddess Danu - the Mother Goddess, the goddess of and manifest divine waters. The waters that fell from heaven to create the sacred river, Danuvis or the Danube.

The Tuatha De Danaan are translated as "The Children of Danu."

There are similarities here between this Ganga and the forming of the Ganges. But more notably, Danu from Hindiusm - the primordial mother goddess of ancient/first old waters - liquid. There is also a river named Danu in Nepal.

She is the mother of the Danavas, a larger category of the Asuras - celestial/supernatural beings of god like powers, but calling them gods exactly is incorrect. Asuras and Devas are larger in some ways than that - celestial/cosmic beings of princely domains/abilities is slightly more accurate, but for all intents an purposes. There are more similarities between Celtic and Vedic/Hindu culture/myths.

Why?

Well, recent research has shown Celtic genetics shows paternal and maternal ancestry from ancient India (R-M269 deriving via R1b, and H & U haplogroups) - is it really that weird then we see echoes of the ancient Indian epics echoed throughout other parts of the world, especially with the history of Eurasian/South Asian trade, migration, and more?

There is a story well known in the South Asian stories, but let's talk about the similar Celtic one. A tale of how a hero has to build a causeway across the waters to reach his foe, and how his wife must outsmart her captor/villain.

Some Indians are already nodding their heads. We begin with the Celtic hero: Fionn mac Cumhaill, a hero who is born just after his father dies. 

Does this sound somewhat familiar?

Well, here we have Rama, born to Dasaratha, who is cursed to die soon as his son leaves him. His father dies as soon as Rama is exiled from Ayodhya. 

Finn goes on to study with poets, warriors, and hunters in the forest of Sliabdh Bladma.

Rama goes to the forest hermitage where he learns similar arts under Vasitha. 

Finn later in his youth goes on to destroy the fire breathing demon Áillen of the Tuatha (Children of Danu analogous of Aditi here btw) who destroys the capital of Tara every year on Samhain (a celebration very similar to the Indian Pitru Paksha btw) 

Rama as a teen kills the Asuras attacking the hermitage - the enemies of the Devas (children of Aditi), interestingly enough just like I've talked about in the Norse (how you have two bodies of celestial/god beings - Aesir and Vanir), the Greeks have it, there is also a flipping that happens in a lot of these ancient cultures.

Aesir and Asura come from the proto indo European asr - but in one group one is good, the other bad. However in the Iranian - Zoroastrian, there is a reverse. The Ahura (Asura) are GOOD and the Devas are bad (down to including Indra from South Asian mythology), and in the Celtic we see something similar - a flipping of roles.

Rama, Sita, and her protector Lakshmana were all in exile together in the forest. The demon king Ravana sends a golden deer to tempt/seduce and lure away Sita from Rama but it is really the demon Maricha in disguise. Sita is tricked and ends up sending her protector to Rama, leaving herself vulnerable, and thus abducted by Ravana who wishes to marry her and this leads to a war in where Rama eventually gets her back also, kidnapping of a women sparking a war? OH HI, HELEN OF TROY. HI.

Fionn meets his wife Sabadh while hunting, and guess what? She is turned into a deer by a druid she refuses to marry. She returns to her true form once in Fionn's home and they marry...only she's turned into a deer again by the druid Fear Doirich when Fionn was off at war, and Fionn must spend years searching for her. Wow. Coinky dinky dinky. 

Now to the original part of my talk here, the causeway in Ireland was built by Fionn to travel to battle a giant. Rama Setu, his causeway, was built by Rama's army so he could enter Lanka to do battle there - (Sri Lanka).

The Celts also have four major cycles of time just like the Vedic Indians did. The tricky thing here is that linguistically, PIE (proto Indo European) has been shown to be behind a lot of story/cultural influences as it spread through Europe/Asia, but...the thing that's hard to account for here is how geo-located Ramayama is in/to India, so why do specific echoes of it show up in Celtic mythology so much so?

Yay comparative mythology and echoed storytelling/beats tropes across the world.

[ramcharantitties]

Raghuvan, Teri raah nihaare

chapter 6 here

Chapter 7

S/n: i have nothing to say in defense

Adikavya took a deep breath. No news have been received from Ram's house in past some days. Did he finally manage to call the wedding off? She slowed her steps down, didn't want to go home so soon. Her friends in college had nothing but sympathy for her when they got to know about the whole Ram and the brothel ordeal. Which was annoying- very annoying. Good thing college was ending soon, it was already hard enough for her to attend it with her family's permission. The more she stays away from the idea of marriage, the more she can study.

Adikavya huffed, turning the corner, almost knocking into someone. She looked up to find Akhtar there. Akhtar was a friend she made before college even started. He lived alone, away from his home in another state. Akhtar gave a long look to her and disappeared in the narrow street between two buildings. Adikavya sighed and followed him, knowing where they were heading to.

Akhtar was a tall man with curly head of hair and a beige kurta as his trademark. On a rather special moment, you might catch him wearing his septum ring. His demeanor was bold, strong, intimidating. But he was still as innocent and shy as a child. Although, he sure was a born leader.

Adikavya and Akhtar sat together, a boiled corn cob in their hands, swinging their legs as her anklets jingled in the eastern winds. "Why do you hate Ram?"

Adikavya looked at him in an awestruck confusion. This was way too out of ordinary.

"I don't"

"Don't lie"

"I don't hate him. I hate how it will be impossible to live my life how I want it to be if I get married to him"

"Why"

"Because first, I don't want to get married. And he is in love with someone else"

"Isn't that Sita from the mahal across the river?"

"Yeah"

"Wasn't she your friend?"

Adikavya froze on spot. She could feel the winds passing through her hair, her palms on the rough surface of the stone they sat on. She could feel the glowing fire in her heart of anxiety and hiding the truths. Akhtar promised to never utter this relationship in the world. Ever. Wordlessly, she got up and walked back home, leaving a hesitant Akhtar behind.

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Ram remembered when Sita laid by the banks of Ganga, drinking her sorrow away. Her hair like strands of gold woven with leaves of tulsi. Eyes keen like wide leaves of peepal, her bindi brighter than the moon. Ram wanted to touch her white saree, her scent after she has just taken a bath. The voice of sita's ghungroo chiming through the courtyard, mingling with chirps of maina on the railing of balcony.

Ram slowly smiled at the faint memory of his time in Sita Mahal, the ends of his lips tugged up by string of sadness. It's been two days since he left the Sita Mahal but was still finding his way home. Did he even have a home at this point? The only golden palace to call his home was the shining sandalwood arms of sita. Why does all the pleasure comes to an end? But she was just not a pleasure anyways. Never was.

Ram struggled to stand on his own legs at this point. He has been searching for his Sita throughout the roads of Banaras, but always gets tired remembering she is nowhere but the place he will never step a foot again. He could make out the road that led to Adikavya's home. Adikavya. The woman never loved him, never wanted to marry him. But she had the need to escape her family, to find a chance good enough to leave everything behind. Ram also saw the terrace of his own- Babai's house from a distance in blurriness. It was quarter to twelve, the streets empty with warmth of streetlights being Ram's only comfort. He slumped down by the pole, the excess amount of alcohol finally getting to his head.

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Adikavya hurried to close the windows in a hurry with all the mosquitos following the sweet scent in her house. It was way too late but she was desperate to get rid of them. The constant whirring and biting has been a disaster for her sleep.

In the distant streetlamp light, she could figure out an unconscious shadow by the pole. Must be a drunkard, she thought. Her bangles jingled lightly when she reached for the window gate. As she shut the wooden window gently as to not awaken anyone in the house, a fleeting thought of the drunkard being Ram passed her mind. It was true that no one knew where Ram had been from past two days. Although Adikavya and her family assumed that 'he must be lying in a ditch somewhere', she was, if not equally, but a little worried- for the sake of humanity.

Covering her face with a shawl, her hurried footsteps were the only sound of life in the dead street at night. Adikavya wished it was not Ram. That would be a lot less burden on her. Even if it was Ram, what would she do? Who would she call for help? And most importantly, why would she call anyone for help? Ram was no one related to her or was not going to be related to her anytime soon. Adikavya's steps only quicken at the sight of a body as muscular as Ram. If it was Ram, she would have to drag him his own house and leave him there. No other options.

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[thereader-radhika]

Finance Minister Periya Pazhuvettaraiyar's Woes

In the beginning of the novel, Periya Pazhuvettaraiyar rants about the irresponsible behaviour of the crown-prince and the younger prince, with a bit of exaggeration obviously to rile up the chieftains. As the novel progresses, we can see that his accusations aren't baseless.

The older prince is the general of the Northern forces. What is he doing? He has not gone to war against the Rashtrakutas and Vengi. He lingers in Kanchipuram building a golden palace . . . From all the wealth he plundered from the Ganga, Kudagu and other territories, not a single piece of copper has he sent to the central treasury till today.

We don't know the amount of gold used in the construction of this palace but since Vanthiyathevan doesn't refute the Emperor when they talk about it, we can assume that there was some kind of golden work somewhere in the palace.

To Pazhu's secret relief,Aditha Karikalan isn't drawing any money from the treasury either. Later we see that Karikalan hasn't gone to conquer the northern regions because he is sending supplies to Lanka.

Arulmozhi Varman was sent to Lanka to gain experience in warfare and conquer the islands if possible. He refused to gather supplies for his army from the land he invaded, saying that it will inconvenience the harmless civilians.

When our troops invade another country, they have to fend for themselves with what they can capture there. They have to subsist on local produce and their salaries have to be paid from the booty collected from the conquered region, any excess being sent to the central treasury. But what does Prince Arulmozhivarmar do? He wants us to send food for his troops in Eezham. Over the past year I have shipped supplies ten times.

Hence the Finance Minister and later the Crown Prince have to send extra supplies for the soldiers under Arulmozhi. Though people in the Chola country believe that their prince is accomplishing great feats in Lanka, that isn't true either. Bhooti Vikrama Kesari was besieging Anuradhapuram when Arulmozhi Varman arrived at Lanka and he undertook a tour of the whole area occupied by Cholas. Mahindan retreated to Ruhana during this time. This is verified by Malayaman too.

Aniruddha Brahmarayar to Azhwarkadian:  There were many Pandya and Chera warriors in Mahindan's army who surrendered their arms and joined us when they heard that the Prince was leading our forces . . . You know what our troops are doing now in Lanka! Anuradhapuram was destroyed in earlier battles. The Buddhist viharams, temples, dagabas are all in ruins. At the behest of the Prince, our troops are renovating them.

That means resources from the Chola treasuries and granaries are used to feed not only their own army but the defected soldiers from Mahindan's army too. Moreover unnecessary (fictional) infrastructural renovations are going on in Anuradhapuram, on Chola dime.

When Vanthiyathevan reaches the Chola camp in Lanka, they are having a great party as if they have gone for a pleasure tour.

Various delicacies to go with the rice were also being cooked in smaller pots and pans. Their aroma made the warriors’ mouths water. The soldiers sang and danced in order to pass the time until their food was cooked. Since their beloved Prince was with them, their joy at this moment was unbounded.

Kundavai too contributes to the financial crisis in her own ways by making the Emperor issue orders like these:

Since our daughter Kundavai has decided to donate all the income accruing from the lands and other assets gifted to her situated in the Nalloor village to the hospital we proclaim that these lands will henceforward be free of tax.

This drives up the anger and anxiety of Periya Pazhuvettaraiyar further. As Pazhu feels slighted due their reaction to his latest marriage, there is a lot of communication gap too.

Tax exemptions given to influential people was a significant problem during the actual (real, not Kalki's PS) Chola period as the burden of these exemptions were compensated by levying taxes from common people which ultimately caused civil unrest and the downfall of the regime.

Agriculture supported the overwhelming masses of the people during this period. Land belonged to temples as Devadanam land; to Brahmins as Brahmadeya and to Velalas as Velan Vagai. Officials, dancing girls and soldiers also held land as Jeevitha, that is, for a living. Devadanam and Brahmadeya were Irayili, or tax-free land. In some places, Jeevitha land and land belonging to certain individuals were exempt from taxes. As the tax-free land was considerable and tended to expand over the period, small cultivators and other sections of the people had to bear an increasingly punishing tax burden.

- Rajukumar, M. D. “Struggles for Rights during Later Chola Period.” Social Scientist, vol. 2, no. 6/7, 1974, pp. 29–35. JSTOR, https://doi.org/10.2307/3516476.

Anna! We are driving our economy into the ground with our combined efforts 💃🏻🕺🏻

[eremin0109]

Mrityunjay: Durykarna (1)

bro B r o BRO I'm halfway through Mrityunjay, right now on Duryodhan's POV and I SHIT YOU NOT his description of Karna is straight (hah) out of a fucking romance novel.

I MEAN THIS SHIT;?!!!?! Fucking G O L D

(The following translation sucks but trust me when I say that this gay loser describes Karna in the most flowery way POSSIBLE)

He (Karna) has a way of making all those who were close to him, his own in every way. With his many attractive qualities, he has won over the vast majority of citizens in this capital city. But his most powerful and mesmerizing trait is his enviable personality (in this context; his physical appearance). Whenever he stands in front of me, I don't know why but it feels like there are countless particles of radiance fluttering right in front of me. Every time I look into his blue eyes, the blue vastness of the sky pales in comparison.

Sometimes, I would run into him on the royal staircase of the palace as he was returning from a bath (in river Ganga). I will never be able to forget the way he looked then. The way the residue of the clear droplets of Gangetic water shines brilliantly in his wet, curly golden hair, it reminds me of dewy sunflowers in the garden that dance to the tune of the wind.

His gentle swaying earrings, his magnificently smooth forehead, his nose as straight as a flagpole, the colour of reddish-pink lotuses flushed across his cheeks, arched golden eyebrows racing towards his ears, biceps as large as an elephant’s trunk, the carved, glowing muscles of his calves, his broad and elevated chest could be likened to the huge back of one of the mega turtles of Ganga, his neck round and thick like an arrowhead, his shoulders were strong and chiseled, not unlike a bull’s and all of these features were beautifully enhanced with his sunlike round face!

In my opinion, there was no other man that could rival Karna’s distinguished beauty (and caliber) in the entirety of Hastinapur. He’s reserved and talks very little. But his silence is a living commentary! Whenever he speaks, the sound resembles the clear gong of a mace smashing against another, grainy and deep. 

In the terms of voice and the style of speaking, Karna is only second to the Grandsire (Bhishma), who is my favourite. 

Sometimes while talking, he would break into a breath-taking smile and his teeth would cast a golden glow and I...

and I forget Guru Drona’s hurtful neglect towards me, forget the insults hurled at me by Bhima-Arjun, hundreds of wounds that scrap the deepest corners of my heart are long forgotten. I forget that I’m the crown prince of the Kurus, forget that tomorrow I’m going to be the emperor of Hastinapur. And like the endless buzzing of a bee, only one thought starts spiraling in my head--

“Is Karna really a Suta (the son of a Suta)? In the modest hut of a charioteer, could a man bearing such an ethereal form be born? Is Karna really inferior?”

Then my soul tells me quite defiantly, “Karna is not a charioteer’s son! He is the epitome of brilliance! How can a glowing jewel (*paraphrased) be born in a cave of darkness? Karna must be some celebrated king’s bright and courageous son. Karna must be a Kshatriya!”

@kaurava-apologist​ @rorapostsbl​

[fatehbaz]

This is the first English translation of Jangar, the heroic epic of the Kalmyk nomads [...]. A tribute to [...] the mythical country Bumba, Jangar reflects the hopes and aspirations of the Kalmyk people as well as their centuries-long struggle for their cultural existence. Saglar (Saga) Bougdaeva was born and raised in Kalmykia. Central to Bougdaeva’s work as a scholar of the Eurasian studies is a commitment to identifying and preserving the nomadic oral and written heritage of the Great Eurasian Steppe. Before receiving a PhD in Sociology from Yale University, Bougdaeva studied Mongolian-Tibetan-Mandarin linguistics at Saint Petersburg State University. [...]

I grew up in the Republic of Kalmykia, a Mongolic-speaking region on the Volga River and Caspian Sea. In ancient and medieval times, Kalmyks were called Oirads. From the nomadic perspective, this location was the most western post of the Eurasian steppe road. [...]

If we think beyond the recent modernist and nationalist [...] terms and expand our time frame, Kalmykia is located at the point where west meets east and east meets west. [...] Oirad nomads easily crossed manmade borders not only geographically, but also conceptually and linguistically. All their aesthetic creations were valuable for that capability of polyglossia. They absorbed a myriad of influences without losing their own nomadic core, forming a multi-cultural buffer zone along the Eurasian steppe.

There are many perspectives on this particular region and field, but what is missing are the voices of the nomads themselves. [...]

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It is widely assumed that nomads were neither aesthetically developed nor literate. I disagree with that position. When I read Jangar, I heard nomadic voices of heroic humans, horses, birds, half-human giants, and semi-gods. I found my comfort in nomadic shelters [...]. I visited nomadic cities, bazaars and public plazas for meetings and festivals [...]. I travelled through the roads with planted poplar trees that connected seventy khanates [...]. Clearly the social worlds of nomads were very different from what is generally known about them. [...]

What we know about the vast territories and populations across the Eurasian steppe road, from the wall of Beijing to the wall of Berlin, is in the hands of the Russian government. Our knowledge about existing polities is scarce, and our knowledge about destroyed nomadic polities is even more threatened.

There is a link between literature and political freedom. [...]

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Jangar is a meditative imagination. As in dreams, there is not a strong sense of time. In the absence of time, movement is captured in relation to memorable events, such as a compelling call for a heroic act. In reading Jangar, our mind merges with a hero, who is a moving point in space; they become a hero while navigating the Eurasian steppe road. Along this road, which stretches between the Mingi (Caucasus) and the Ganga (Ganges), the epic pinpoints the Altai Mountains as the original homeland of the Oirad-Kalmyks. [...]

Jangar is very much about feelings and sensibilities. My favorite feeling from the book is the sense of freedom of global travels, from east to west and back again. This archaic language allows us to become witnesses to the global movement along the Great Steppe Road. The quintessential elements of this exciting global flow of people were groundwater well (ulgen) stops, “tea and sleep” (chai-honna) stops, diners (khotan), soup kitchens (sholun) for monks and the poor, horse-exchange and postal stations (yam), watchtowers and storm shelters (bolzatin boro), golden and silver bridges over rivers, and jade gates marking the entrances and exits of khanates. [...]

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Jangar was expressed by heart and memory. Treasures of nomadic art and literature were expressed in ways that made sense to nomadic cultures but are unexpected for a modern reader. For example, if you decide to live in a mobile home called ger, it makes more sense to leave wall paintings behind and bring exquisite carpet art, which you can roll out and find more value in its utility.

Similarly, if treasures of “literature” are not written with black ink on white paper, but express an exquisite aesthetic of creative narration, shouldn’t we celebrate it based on its brightness and not its format?

Today, the problem with our definition of literature is its focus on written works. It means we often throw out whatever is outside of that frame. Jangar is only one of many examples of what we have almost lost.

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Words of: Saglar Bougdaeva. “Q&A with Saglar Bougdaeva, translator of Jangar.” UC Press Blog (University of California Press). 5 March 2023. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. The first paragraph in this post was published as a sort of introduction along with the article, and I’ve italicized to distinguish it from Bougdaeva’s responses and identify them as the words of UC Press Blog interviewers/editors.]

[galle-tita]

😌😌😌

[akbatravels]

Your Ultimate Travel Guide: Explore Kerala, India, and Beyond with Akbar Travels

Your Ultimate Travel Guide: Explore Kerala, India, and Beyond with Akbar Travels

Introduction

Welcome to Akbar Travels, where your wanderlust finds its perfect match! Whether you're dreaming of exploring the rich cultural tapestry of India, the serene beauty of Kerala, or the exotic wonders around the globe, we’ve got you covered. Join us as we take you through some of the most enchanting destinations and unique experiences that await you.

Discover India: A Land of Wonders

RAJASTHAN:

Experience the grandeur of Rajasthan, where history comes alive through magnificent forts, palaces, and vibrant traditions

HIMACHAL PRADESH:

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VARANASI:

Witness the divine Ganga Aarti on the ghats of the Ganges River, explore ancient temples, and experience the vibrant local culture. A boat ride at sunrise offers a mystical view of this ancient city, providing a profound spiritual and cultural experience.

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ALLEPPEY:

Drift through the tranquil backwaters of Alleppey on a traditional houseboat. Enjoy the serene landscapes, lush paddy fields, and local life along the banks. Savor delicious Keralan cuisine on board and experience a unique stay that combines luxury with nature’s simplicity.

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Escape to the rolling hills and verdant tea gardens of Munnar. Visit the Tea Museum, hike through scenic trails, and discover the rich biodiversity of Eravikulam National Park. Munnar’s cool climate and picturesque landscapes make it a perfect retreat.

KOVALAM:

Relax on the golden sands of Kovalam’s crescent-shaped beaches. Enjoy water sports, Ayurvedic treatments, and fresh food. The iconic lighthouse and vibrant beachside culture provide a perfect mix of relaxation and adventure.

Around the World: Global Adventures Await

PARIS, FRANCE:

Explore the romance and charm of Paris. Visit the great Eiffel Tower, Notre-Dame Cathedral, and the Louvre Museum. Stroll along the Seine River, enjoy world-class cuisine, and soak in the artistic ambiance of Montmartre.

TOKYO, JAPAN:

Discover the vibrant city of Tokyo, where ancient traditions meet cutting-edge technology. Visit historic temples, explore bustling markets, and enjoy the stunning cherry blossoms in spring. Tokyo offers a unique blend of cultural heritage and modern marvels.

NEW YORK CITY, USA:

Experience the beauty of New York City. Visit famous attractions such as Times Square, Central Park, and the Statue of Liberty. Enjoy Broadway shows, diverse culinary delights, and the city’s dynamic nightlife.

Travel Tips

BEST TIME TOTRAVEL:

Research the best times to visit each destination to enjoy favorable weather and local events.

LOCAL CUISINE:

Don’t miss the chance to try regional specialties, from Indian curries to French pastries and Japanese sushi.CULTURAL RESPECT:

Learn about local customs and traditions to ensure a respectful and enriching travel experience.

HEALTH AND SAFETY:

Stay informed about health advisories and safety guidelines for each destination. Carry a basic medical kit and necessary travel documents.

Conclusion

At Akbar Travels, we are passionate about creating memorable travel experiences tailored to your preferences. Whether you’re exploring the diverse landscapes of India, the serene beauty of Kerala, or the fascinating destinations around the world, we are here to make your journey unforgettable. Ready to embark on your next adventure? Contact us today to start planning!

Happy travels!

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Top 5 Travel Destinations in India

India, a land of diverse cultures, breathtaking landscapes, and rich history, offers travelers an array of enchanting destinations waiting to be explored. From the snow-capped peaks of the Himalayas to the pristine beaches of Goa, here are some of the best travel destinations in India that should be on every traveler’s bucket list:

Leh-Ladakh, Jammu & Kashmir: Nestled amidst the majestic Himalayas, Leh-Ladakh is a paradise for adventure enthusiasts and nature lovers alike. From trekking in the scenic valleys of Nubra and Pangong to exploring ancient monasteries and witnessing the surreal beauty of the Magnetic Hill, Leh-Ladakh offers a truly unforgettable experience.

Goa: Known for its vibrant nightlife, pristine beaches, and Portuguese heritage, Goa is a favorite destination for travelers seeking sun, sand, and relaxation. Whether you’re lounging on the sandy shores of Anjuna Beach, partying the night away at one of the beach clubs in Baga, or exploring the historic churches of Old Goa, there’s something for everyone in this coastal paradise.

Kerala: Dubbed “God’s Own Country,” Kerala is renowned for its lush greenery, tranquil backwaters, and picturesque hill stations. Cruise along the serene backwaters of Alleppey in a traditional houseboat, trek through the tea plantations of Munnar, or rejuvenate your mind and body with an Ayurvedic massage at one of the many wellness retreats dotted across the state.

Rajasthan: Immerse yourself in the royal heritage and colorful culture of Rajasthan, India’s largest state. Explore the majestic forts and palaces of Jaipur, ride a camel through the golden sands of the Thar Desert in Jaisalmer, or witness the stunning sunset over the blue city of Jodhpur from the towering Mehrangarh Fort.

Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh: Considered one of the oldest cities in the world, Varanasi is a sacred destination for Hindus and a fascinating cultural experience for travelers. Take a boat ride along the sacred Ganges River, witness the mesmerizing Ganga Aarti ceremony at Dashashwamedh Ghat, and explore the narrow lanes of the ancient city dotted with temples and ghats.

Conclusion: With its myriad of enchanting destinations, India offers travelers a wealth of experiences waiting to be discovered. Whether you’re seeking adventure in the mountains, relaxation on the beach, or immersion in rich cultural heritage, India has something to offer for every type of traveler. So pack your bags, embark on a journey of exploration, and experience the magic of India firsthand.

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The Men of Mahabharat

Who's your favourite?

All of the men (who aren't villains) who played pivotal roles in the Mahabharat. Let's see who Tumblr loves the most!

Reblog to reach a wider audience!

Next poll: The Villains of Mahabharat.

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RaghavaJanaki - The Reunion

A Sri Ramachandra and Sri Janaki milan in Modern AU only for @harinishivaa

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"Lakshya, where are you taking me?" Raghav sighed heavily as his over excited younger brother Lakshya pulled him through the narrow lanes of Varanasi.

"Dada!!" chirped the younger brother happily. "You should come with me! I have stumbled upon this beautiful small Palace! It is also beside Ganga River." He told him.

"Okay, that is fine I get it but why pulling me? You could have taken Bhaskar or Shashaank." Raghava said, sighed as his younger brother pulled him more in response. Soon they reached and Raghava couldn't help but gape at the majestic river in front of him.

Paapanashini Ganga flowed majestically, the kal-kal sound of the water so soothing for Raghava that he closed his eyes and inhaled. The heavy flow of River Ganga was a bit faster than that of Sarayu, but still, for him both the Rivers were same. Be it Ganga of North or Kaveri of South, every river was same as Ganga for him.,

"Isn't it beautiful Dada!?" Lakshya asked happily chirping and skipping around, deciding to bring Bhaskar and Shashaank, his another elder brother and Twin soon.

The soft gasp didn't escaped the ears of Raghav as he turned swiftly, his eyes clashing with the doe like black eyes of the golden hied beauty that was holding a little a little basket of flowers.

Ram ko dekh kar, Sri Janaka Nandini,

Baag me vo, Khadi ki Khadi reh gayi..!

(Upon seeing Rama, Sri Janaki stilled in the Garden)

He did not even saw her face properly. He just saw her pink lips parting away in surprise, that oxidised nose-pin glinting under the setting sun, her doe eyes widening and the gentle breeze making her curly hairs dance across her face.

Ram dekhe Siya, aur Siya Ram ko,

Chaaron akhiyan ladi ki ladi reh gayi..!

(Ram looked at Siya and Siya looked at Ram,

Their four eyes clashed together..!)

Sriya wondered if her Bholenath had any hand or any hidden motive in sending her to Flower Garden, for she never realised that she will find a beautiful man with dark skin, shining majestically at due to the setting sun. His lotus petal like brown eyes were the first thing that captured her eyes, and she couldn't help but gasp, which he probably heard.

The Janakpur gaye dekhne ke liye,

Saari Sakhiyaan Jharokhan se Jhaakan lagi..!

Dekhte hi nazar mil gayi dono ki,

Jo jahaa thi khadi ki khadi reh gayi..!

(The went Janakpur to see around, and all the Friend/Sisters {of Siya} started looking through windows. As soon as they saw each other their eyes clashed, and they stilled altogether.)

Raghav didn't really had any motive to come to Varanasi, but Lakshya was bored, so his younger brother tagged him, Bhaskar and Sashank along. On the other hand, Urmi, Mansi and Shikha, Sriya's sisters were decorating the room.

"Hey! Who is that handsome male?" cried Urmi noticing Raghav, and Mansi and Shikha crowded around her near window. Although, this didn't bothered the two individuals, who had stilled in their places as soon as their eyes clashed.

Boli hai ik Sakhi Ram ko dekh kar,

Rach gayi hai vidhata ne jodi sukhad..!

Fir Dhanush kaise todenge vaare Kunwar?

Mann mein Shanka, bani ki bani reh gayi..!

(Upon seeing Ram one of the Sakhi's (Friend) says that the Lord has created a beautiful bond. But how will this gentle looking Prince break the bow? This doubts stayed in their hearts)

"Mahadeva!! They look so good together!!" Urmi wondered with a excited smile. "Of course! Just look at them!" Mansi took their nazar (evil eye) off as she and her sisters gazed at Raghav and Sriya. "Hey but wait- We all know that Jiji is very divine, isn't she? All the Priests and Sages we have met till now said that she is a divine woman, and no ordinary man can be her husband, what if this handsome hunk isn't the one?" Shikha asked, making them humm altogether and cup her cheeks in tension. Will their sister remain unmarried?

Boli dooji Sakhi Chhotan Dekhan mein hai,

Par chamatkaar inka nahin jaanti..!

Ek hi baan mein taadika raakshasi,

Uth saki na, padi ki padi reh gayi..!

(The other Sakhi says that he looks like is short, but she doesn't know the miracle of him. Just with one arrow, the Demoness Taadika didn't got up {after being stuck by})

"Also, he kinda looks short." Shikha's words made Mansi whack her lightly on head, and Urmi giggled. While her sisters were talking and giggling among themselves, Sriya realised something.

Her eyes widened and balance seem to falter, tears brimming in her eyes. It seemed as if a sudden burst of light appeared behind him, the silhouette of a man with a bow in his arms growing large and large, as Sriya almost fainted, but held her ground somehow.

Unknown to her, this handsome dark skinned stranger had same effect. He was divine, his birth on Karthika Purnima or Deva Dipawali and his extraordinary horoscope was not only the indication, but also that his mother was having a hard time finding a woman for him. But when he saw this beautiful damsel looking like the Goddess Ganga with the setting sun reflecting her golden face, he knew she was the one for him, and the silhouette of the regal woman behind her spoke levels.

Ram ko dekh kar, Sri Janaka Nandini,

Baag me vo, Khadi ki Khadi reh gayi..!