#majha

[bhagavanbhakthi]

Lord Ganesh sleeping in water and outer space

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[thepanvelite]

All-Time Popular Ganpati Idols of Panvel!

Compilation of popular Ganpati Idols in Panvel for Ganesh Chaturthi.

Greetings readers! We have compiled a list of the most popular Ganpati statues in Panvel in celebration of Ganesh Chaturthi. You can check out some of the stories related to Lord Ganesha here. But before you do that have a look at these pictures and enjoy: Bappa Majha Paryavaranacha Raja, Old Panvel. Paryavaranacha Raja – King of the Environment Kamothyacha Maharaja – Emperor of…

[stargazer3700]

Anyone else randomly remember that one day, into the future, we'll be graced with navra majha navsacha part 2 and get excited????????

[weatheredpileoftomes]

locked tight

For FFXIVWrite Day 11, “once bitten, twice shy”. Majha/Ysayle and past Majha/OFC, mid-Heavensward, spoilers through lv…55? msq, ~550 words. I knew this was Majha the minute I saw the prompt but I didn’t figure out how to cram it into an FFXIVwrite until the small hours of the morning.

Majha has been here before.

When Majha got her heart broken, she was seventeen and trusting.

The girls were encouraged to pair off—or group up—among themselves, the same as the tias were, to remove temptation. Majha had thought she was more than just available and not Payan’s sister. She’d thought they were courting, that it mattered to Payan the same way it mattered to her. She’d thought that she ended up suggesting more ways to spend time together than Payan did because…

She doesn’t know why she’d thought it. She hadn’t considered it all then, and even now she’s never been able to puzzle it out.

Payan had told her eventually that she was being too strange about something that was only a convenience in the end, and Majha—Majha had taken it, because she’d had to, because she had no choice.

Because in the end it’s impossible to make anyone feel anything. She wouldn’t have even if she could, she just wishes she hadn’t even wanted to. No more, she’d decided. No more letting herself fall for anyone who made her no promises, for anyone who didn’t want her.

No more, she reminds herself now, watching firelight reflect blush-pink across Ysayle’s face and hair.

It’s been a long, strange trip.

The Churning Mists are bitter cold, enough that even Majha—used to the high woods near the Gyr Abanian border—and Alphinaud mind it. Ysayle and Estinien seem less bothered, but they would, especially in front of each other. Majha can’t imagine one of them being the first to admit something that they’d see as weakness and she’d consider simply having a body made of flesh and blood like any other, here in lands never meant for the Spoken, or indeed anyone not made of magic or covered in fur.

Furless mortals as they are, they’ve had to sleep curled up together, to hoard warmth. They’ve had nothing to do as they scrambled across broken roads and over rocks never meant for foot travel but talk to each other.

Majha had had to do something about having to work with Iceheart, is the thing. Iceheart, who’d taken the supplies meant for Revenant’s Toll, who’d seen Majha’s chosen people as mere obstacles. She’d had to do something, and so she had considered Ysayle’s good qualities, and then kept finding more of them.

And she is beautiful, and Majha had saved her life once in the burrows of the Gnath—had fought for it, fiercely, defying Thal himself to tear Ysayle away before Majha relinquished her, which she would not—and then Ysayle had given it to her in trust on the way up Sohm Al.

And Ysayle would follow Shiva, and marry Hraesvelgr. Ysayle has never even considered anything else. She has spoken of it, often, these last few days and nights.

She considers what they’re doing an honor and an opportunity, the final chance to complete her legacy. Majha could argue—surely the legacy Shiva left would be satisfied with peace and friendship between man and dragon, if nothing else—but why argue? If Ysayle won’t choose her, freely and without persuasion, then firelight or no what’s it worth in the end?

She looks away from the fire and into the night, and it takes a long time for the dazzle of her eyes to fade.

[iyemarathichiyenagari1971]

भाजप जिंकलीच कशी ? समजवण्याचा विश्लेषणात्मक प्रयत्न

लोकसभेच्या निवडणुकीवेळी महाराष्ट्रात मोठा पराजय पदरी पडलेली महायुती विधानसभा निवडणुकीत एवढा मोठा महाविजय कसा मिळवू शकली ? एकनाथ शिंदे, देवेंद्र फडणवीस आणि अजित पवार यांच्या नेतृत्वाखालील महायुती लोकसभेसाठी राज्यातील ४८ पैकी ४२-४४ जागा जिंकण्याचा दावा करत होती. प्रत्यक्षात त्याच्या नि��्म्या जागाही त्यांना जिंकता आल्या नाहीत. महायुतीच्या या ढिसाळ कामगिरीमुळे केंद्रातील भाजपची सगळी गणितेही बिघडून…

[marathicelebscom]

नीरजा वर्तक लिखित आणि आयुष आशिष भिडे दिग्दर्शित दीर्घांक *घोर* : एक अप्रतिम नाट्यानुभव

सुन्न करणारा आणि जीवनाचं अंतिम सत्य सांगणारा एक नवीन दीर्घांक आपल्यासमोर येत आहे – “घोर”. दिग्दर्शक आयुष आशिष भिडे आणि लेखिका नीरजा अविनाश वर्तक यांनी एकत्र येऊन प्रेक्षकांसमोर ही कलाकृती सादर करण्याचे ठरवले आणि आता हे नाटक रंगमंचावर येण्यासाठी सज्ज आहे. लिखाण, दिग्दर्शन, अभिनय अशा सर्वच पातळ्यांवर सक्षम ठरणारा हा दीर्घांक आहे. दीर्घांकातील गूढता प्रेक्षकांना खिळवून ठेवेल यात शंका…

[nupati]

Singgah

Oleh : Niam At Majha Setelah sekian pekan saya rehat atas tulisan tulisan parodi pada hari rabu. Ketika sekian hari tanpa sesuatu tanpa tulisan satir dan lain sebagainya. Dan ternyata ada yang kurang bahkan ada yang menanyain perihal parodi sepekan sekali tersebut. “Kok tak nulis lagi, tak punya ide ya? “ Ketika ada pertanyaan seperti itu, saya tak menanggapinya akan tetapi berdiam saja tanpa…

[cafffeineconnoisseur]

BRO I SURVIVED????

I am SO COOKED

[bhagavanbhakthi]

Lord Ganesh dancing with kids

[hk90sstuff]

[lost-coder]

Ask box distoy ka majha😭?

yep distoy na,mi pathavle pan aahe 😁

[neilfrancephoto]

Mike Majha

[weatheredpileoftomes]

by daylight's glare

For FFXIVWrite Day 8, “shed”. Majha, early Shadowbringers, spoilers through level 79 msq, ~700 words. Canon-typical violence. (The phrase never made it in, but I was thinking about “shedding light”.)

The aether of the First is bizarre.

If it isn’t one damn empire, it’s another.

Majha hates going into battle without Ta tribe. She hasn’t had to in years, and just like last time, it’s only political necessity keeping the man whose fault it is in one piece.

Still, at least she isn’t alone. She has Alphinaud and Alisaie, and she has Captain Lyna for as long as Lyna never finds out what happened in Holminster Switch. She and Krile Baldesion must never, ever meet, because Warrior of Light or no Majha would probably not survive that meeting.

Chaanqa, though. Majha wishes all of Ta tribe were here—except that she doesn’t because there’s no safe way for them to be here—but she especially wishes for a defender with the training to take some hits, especially if G’raha “never heard of him and I truly think you’re stupid enough not to recognize me, a normal if very short Hyur” bloody Tia is going to have to stay back to run the city this time.

It’s not like she actually let him die in Holminster, anyway. She’s known paladins before; he could have stopped her.

With a snarl of frustration, Majha turns on the hapless Crystarium guard next to her, then takes a deep breath when he recoils. “Sorry,” she says, with what she hopes looks like a smile.

“We’re almost ready, miss.” His smile back looks just as uncertain as hers.

“Let us go,” Lyna says.

She doesn’t like Majha, and that’s fine. Majha doesn’t resent that, she merely regrets it. Lyna is loyal and competent; Majha understands that, and will do her best to keep Lyna from harm and return her safe to her Exarch.

It’s normal when she raises her cane and weaves a Regen through Lyna. It’s normal when she adds a Medica II to that, rainbows bouncing under the cloudy sky as the regenerative magicks take root in Majha herself as well.

Lyna nods, once, in acknowledgement, and then darts ahead. Her glaives cut into a Eulmoran soldier as easily as they cut through the air itself.

Majha calls the wind, and watches holy light stream forth instead.

It staggers her.

She actually stops dead in the middle of combat, staring from the blue-white sparkles rippling over the soldier’s skin to her own cane, which she’s been using for months. It felt like wind. It erodes like wind, she thinks, but—it isn’t wind. This is no form of Aero she recognizes.

“Excuse me,” Lyna shouts back at her, and Majha jolts and grabs at an aetheric lily, crushing it for energy and sending that energy to Lyna in a burst of healing.

That’s normal, and almost the same color as the holy light—which, for that matter, looks much like Holy, the spell. Regen, again; that’s normal too.

She works her way closer to Lyna and the fighting and tries a Holy. That, too, looks right, a brilliant burst that stuns everyone around them for a moment. Again, and again, with her familiar aether-grown lilies to sustain them, until there are only two guards left standing.

When she calls to the earth, it’s a solid burst of light that smacks into the soldier. Not even a glowing rock, just light made solid.

Or, no—Light made solid.

It hits like Stone, and it feels like she’s calling it from the ground beneath them. It’s not right, but nothing about this cursed place is right. Elemental Light saturates the entire world. It’s not surprising, probably, that with more time spent here it’s creeping into her magicks that call upon the world.

She’ll ask one of the conjurers back at the Crystarium, or Urianger if G’raha can be persuaded to disclose her location—Majha can be very persuasive, she thinks, spinning from the Eulmoran soldier’s crumpling form to hit Lyna with another lily—but it’s fine, probably.

It feels all right, anyway. It should be fine. If something were wrong, she’d feel cut off somehow, and as it is she can feel the pulse of the world just beyond her skin, the same she’s always been meant to.

“Majha!” someone shouts, and she looks up to see the twins running toward her.

Good. Time to get this done.

[khwxbeeda]

raghav loves giving him nickname s from Marathi while Ranveer loves giving him nicknames from urdu

YES ABSOLUTELY Raghav is always like majha raja and priyatam and priye and majha hruday and Ranveer is always like meri mahjabeen and khwabeeda and jaan-e-adaa and noor-e-hayat SLSGSKDHKS