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[aisling-writes]

Why the real villain of Chhota Bheem was King Indravarma: A meta-analysis of who he really was.

Alternative Title: An episode where I go nuts and have zero backing behind my essay.

(A note to the readers: This essay does not take into account the existence of the Mighty Little Bheem show. The matter at discussion is purely based on the Chhota Bheem show only.)

Most Indian Children born in the late 2000s can easily recognize the musical ensemble of the theme song of Pogo’s crowned jewel: Chhota Bheem. Eyes were glued to the television and clock ticks were memorised for when the show would start because Chhota Bheem to them was not just an animated show; it was an expression, a memory, a piece of childhood, if you will.

And yet, while watching the show through an “adult” lens, Chhota Bheem leaves a bitter taste in the mouth.

Why?

The answer, I personally believe, is of two aspects. One would be the obvious irritation in how King Indravarma ruled the land, and the other is about how Chhota Bheem was a Mary-Sue and how the show perhaps needed to be styled around Kalia, his imperfections and his character arc. (But that’s for another time.)

Let’s focus on the topic at hand: King Indravarma. He was, bluntly put, a stupid King.

Imagine a King as such in the real world. A King who had no strong Military, who constantly relied on a 10-year-old for any trivial matter whether it was an external threat to the kingdom instead of sending out an army, did not invest in new technology for the betterment of his people and used it for personal gain. The list can go on and on.

The argument presented here is that King Indravarma as a villain is not a bad evil person but rather how his aloofness was the one reason his kingdom suffered. Being a “villain” does not always necessitate violence and crude language; all it requires is to bring harm to others. And King Indravarma, indirectly, does that.

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“Stupidity is a more dangerous enemy of the good than malice.  Dietrich Bonhoeffer ----------------

On the other hand, we can theorize that King Indravarma was merely “acting” to be stupid and always had ulterior motives behind his every move. This argument is also proven along the way when I dissect his character in this essay.

In fact, this essay reaches a conclusion that King Indravarma was a strategist who was…. stupid. A perfect balance. (But not for Dholakpur.)

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   I.Outsmarting a kid; getting outsmarted by the world.

When scouring through the deep dark pages of the internet, one question plagued me: How did Chhota Bheem get his powers?

Yes, it’s common knowledge that eating a Laddoo gives him super-human strength but how does he get such a power in the first place? Alas, that’s not an answer that the cartoon canon can answer but it is integral to the next question that follows: How did King Indravarma realize Chhota Bheem had such powers? Maybe he never found out because had he, he definitely would’ve chosen to make all his citizens the perfect citizens. (A strategist, remember?)

It’s natural for any parent to desire the safe protection of their child from the dangers of the world. As seen in Spider-Man, Aunt May chooses to protect the identity of Peter as his alter-ego and would go to any extent for his safe keeping. But why didn’t Bheem’s mother do the same? Why didn’t she hide the powers of Bheem?

Or maybe, she did.

She did try to hide it but somehow it reached the ears of King Indravarma. And King Indravarma strategicallydecided to use it to his advantage.

And I say strategic because, by all rights, Bheem deserved official employment. He worked as a protector of the kingdom more than the soldiers ever did.  He could’ve been a member of the royal guards, or a leader of it too. But instead, the king always played along with the HA-HA Bheem- is- just- a- loyal- citizen- who -helps- sometimes card and gave him no remuneration.

This could’ve had two motives: An economic perspective where he didn’t have to pay Bheem for his services and/or a jealous King perspective where he wanted to avoid a 1789 France Bastille-Storming situation. Empowering Bheem and giving him more administrative power on top of the physical power he already had would make him a dangerous weapon. He was already charismatic and loved by the villagers; it would only be a matter of time until they felt that Bheem would be a better leader than the King himself.

The king further added on to this plan by employing some of the most useless soldiers in his army ever therefore making it seem that the King did try to save his kingdom, but it was to no avail. And at some point, he stopped using the soldiers (probably dismissed them, thus saving even more money for his personal gain) and purely relied on Bheem, a kid who he didn’t even have to pay! (And Bheem, being a “kid” did not have the sense of asking for remuneration as well.)[1]

Smart, isn’t he? (King Indravarma, I mean.)

But also, stupid.

By following this method, he made sure that the one key asset that Dholakpur had was revealed to the entire world. He placed the country in danger from threats all the time! (And I truly mean one asset because by its looks Dholakpur had nothing else to offer. The crops often struggled due to pests, the landscape was unappealing to the eyes, it had no tourist’s income etc.) It’s truly surprising how Dholakpur was not already overtaken by some other colonizer or king because all they had to worry about was defeating one kid. Just one kid. (Yes, he’s strong and what not, but Bheem’s got to have some limit?)

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      II. Economic drain for… what exactly?

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“Th’ abuse of greatness is when it disjoins remorse from power.” Brutus in Julius Caesar (2.1.19-20) ----------------

In one episode of Chhota Bheem, King Indravarma had no qualms or shame in announcing that the kingdom had no new bicycles for a bicycle race when the neighbouring kingdom had brand new, shiny bicycles and therefore, Bheem and his friends had to manage with the old bicycles. Either the kingdom was not financially stable to accommodate the purchase of such bicycles, or the king lied that the kingdom had no money.

Let’s explore both the views, shall we?

The kingdom being too “broke” to purchase bicycles implies how financially unsecure it is! Perhaps the kingdom was knee-deep in debts or just refused to spend whatever reserves it had on importing foreign goods. Maybe the kingdom had an import substitution policy (similar to what the post-British India followed) but was not able to implement it seeing how the kingdom had an agrarian economy.

Which brings us to the question: How is an economy expected to grow without any investment in additional technology?

The only source of revenue that was noticed were from the fairs conducted, the crops reaped and Tun-Tun Mossi’s Laddoo sale. And as anyone with two eyes can note: It is not enough. The policies followed by King Indravarma were dangerous to Dholakpur in the short-run and long-run. Inflation was just a door’s knock away for the citizens of Dholakpur! People would’ve been forced to lead even more horrendous lives and forced to spend a bucketful of cash but a pocketful of things! (Again, how the kingdom survived is such a mystery.)

On the other hand, maybe the King just wanted to hold all the gold reserves to himself and did not wish to splurge on any investment in technology for the kingdom. Which again proves how he is a stupid strategist because if he wanted more money, the country needs development. More jobs, more employment brings about higher level of income, GDP and better lifestyle. How are the people supposed to pay taxes to the King if he doesn’t provide them enough opportunity to make money for paying the taxes? It would’ve been more understandable if he invested in their advancement first and then participated in red-tapism and what not.

(Idiot.)

The King, in my opinion, is begging for a Marie Antoinette situation by running around in gold chains and necklaces while his people slog and suffer.

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     III.   Diplomacy at its finest. Not.

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To say nothing, especially when speaking, is half the art of diplomacy. -Will Durant

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The third, and final facet of why King Indravarma was the real villain is perhaps the shortest and the simplest. [2]

There’s no doubt why Dholakpur was often plagued with terrorists and external threats and challenges from other kingdoms than the neighbouring countries: King Indravarma’s tongue.

Instead of rallying allies and forming alliances with other countries, the king often chose to goad other rulers into competitions of which-kingdom-is-better game which is humorous to think because Dholakpur had no additional advantage except …Bheem. The entire fragile ego of Indravarma’s was built on nothing but a nine-year old boy!

The demise of the King’s pride would be swift and sweet the day Bheem decides to move out of the godforsaken kingdom.

Conclusion

“It is unwise to let a man who isn't king sit on a throne for too long.” ― Costanza Casati, Clytemnestra

Thus, I bring this essay to its end. A hyper-fixation of my childhood has now become a piece of media that will forever make me think of this 1600+ word essay that brings no added meaning to this world.

To you, Bheem, I wish that you escape from the clutches of Indravarma’s stupid reign. Perhaps if the King was just evil I could’ve respected him more. Alas, stupidity is a turn-off.

To you, Dholakpur, I wish that you understand that it’s better to have no king than have Indravarma as a king. Rise and revolt, fellow comrades. History would look kindly upon you.

And to you, King Indravarma, thank you for spoiling my favourite cartoon.

Aisling Elle 16.04.2024

[1] A further note to be added is that the king was a frequent enabler of Child Manipulation because he always made it seem that Bheem voluntarily decided to choose to fight for the kingdom and was not requested by the King. [2] This argument is in reference to the cycle competition that the King engages in with Pehelwanpur.

Part 1 of Random Essays

[ramcharantitties]

Accha lagta hai

(series of Ram and y/n's domestic life, read previous one shot here)

Bheem loved his Ram Anna dearly. The mighty Ram Anna that was brave and strong and smart and can do anything in the world. Bheem knew his Ram Anna was the greatest and he looked up to his Anna's stealth self. Bheem also knew Ram Anna was married, although Bheem himself haven't met her. Bheem spotted sarees and jewellery in his cupboard and the soft smell of Mogra around the house. Ram said his wife was gone to another city for her friend's wedding and will come back in some weeks.

Right now Bheem stood outside the door of Ram Anna's house and he was sure he was at the wrong place. But the belongings inside was of Ram Anna. A woman yelling from inside put him in turmoil, he didn't know if he should go in or not. "i told you I was with akhtar" ram said and Bheem heard the sentence. Maybe he should save his ram Anna. Bheem quietly walked in, to see Ram sitting down on the floor, facing Bheem and the woman standing with her back to Bheem. "Anna?" Bheem called out cautiously. Ram's head snapped up as if his last ray of hope came in. "AKHTAR" ram called and Bheem walked in. You turned around to see this Akhtar your husband has been hanging out with. For most part you believed ram was lying- he made a friend? Impossible.

Ram quickly stood up, and stood near bheem like a child. "This is Akhtar. See I wasn't lying" he beamed and Bheem was confused. Ram looked scared. How come bheem's strongest ram Anna was scared? "Accha?" You said and Bheem took you in. Beautiful, scary, and angry. Like a tigeress. Bheem smiled unconsciously. "Then Akhtar bhaiya, tell me how did you two meet?" You asked, unexpecting of the answer. Ram's face drained of all colours. "NO" he screamed and you looked at him, giving a death glare. Ram shut up, telepathically begging Bheem to shut up too.

But Bheem, oh Bheem. Bheem was happier than ever, getting a chance to recite the eventful story where the action ensued. Where Rowdy Ram and Brave Bheem Dived in a Flaming River to save a Boy from Falling Train Tracks and Drowning. You patiently listened to Bheem's story, from your husband riding a horse to monkey jumping under a falling bridge to jumping in the river. In the back Ram was waiting for the chaos his wife will bring.

When Bheem finished his story, he was bright like a sun. Cheeks up smiling and excited from the ordeal. Unaware, innocent little man. You looked at Ram's pale face, only to pick up the broom nearby and sprint in a chase after him. "Hey mahadev" you cried "what kind of suicidal husband have you gave me" Ram climbed on bed and desks, escaping you. "I'm a good husband" he yelled and you scoffed.

"I went out for a month and you ruined the house, got caught in a riot, jumped from a bridge, and made a friend who instead of stopping you from doing this, did it with you?!" You yelled and Ram looked down, hands behind his back. Bheem took the scene in. The mighty Ram bhaiya was tamed by a mightier bhabhi. Oh.

You dropped the broom and bent down to pick up the dusty piles of book to sort and arrange. "It's not that big of a deal" Ram muttered and you stopped right in the tracks. "You could have died" you whispered lowly, in a stern voice. Ram only saw a screaming, angry wife, throwing tantrums. But Bheem saw a woman who's husband was a madman and didn't care about his life for her sake. Bheem saw the tears stinging her eyes, so she turned around, not wanting her husband to see them.

"Say sorry to bhabhi" Bheem whispered to Ram and Ram's face was taken over by confusion. "What? No" he whispered back and Bheem looked at you, silent. Ram never liked you silent. He liked you talking, chatting, scolding, yelling, moaning, screaming, annoying him but he never liked you silent. Ram sighed.

"y/n" you didn't reply.

"y/n please" "what"

"I'm sorry" you didn't reply again.

"suno na" "fine."

Ram looked at Bheem. Bheem nodded in no. Ram indicated Bheem to get out of room. Bheem nodded and left.

Ram came closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his face in your neck. He took the books from your hand and placed them down. "Y/n that boy could have died. I know my method wasn't the best but that was all I could see back then. I'm sorry" you turned around, keeping your hands on his chest. "You could have gone by a boat" you muttered and Ram thought about it. He grimaced. "Did Akhtar tell you that there was a fire in the river too? In the falling bridge and train parts?"

Ram saw the realisation set on your face. He ran for his life screaming a "AKHTAR IS WAITING FOR ME". You sat down on the chair, your head in your hand. "In all of Delhi, they really found him to get me married to"

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Dianthus

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Author’s Note - Start: This fic falls under the series My Garden of Love, which is part of the submission for Celebrrration in Tumblr. The accompanying song for this fic collection is “Flowers” by Hadestown.

Celebrrration Day 4 Prompt: Cooking

Warnings/Tags: Celebrrration submission, developing relationship, flower language, canon typical violence, can be read as stand alone but you might be a little confused if you don’t read the previous instalment, songfic, i like love-hate sibling vibes relationship okay, that’s what malli is here for, to be ram’s annoying sibling

Relationships: Alluri Sitarama Raju/Komuram Bheem, Seetha&Jenny

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I remember someone.

Someone by my side, turned his face to mine

And then I turned away, into the shade

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“Hey, you’re awake?”.

Ram peers up from where he’s laying from.

Bheem’s head peek from the door. Ram lifted his thumbs with great effort.

“So, Loki-akka made you this pongal,” Bheem enters the room with a bowl, “Mind you, she didn’t make this often. I guess this is your reward for not letting Malli get trampled by that boar.”

“Would she be mad at me if I said I’m regretting that choice now?” Ram groans as he tries to sit up.

Bheem helped him to properly sit before moving the short table in front of him. Then he put the bowl of pongal on the table and told Ram to eat. The music and cheering are still going outside, but with Bheem around, Ram feels less bad about missing out on the festivities.

“No, she probably understands why you regret it,” Bheem said once he sat in front of Ram, “She did say it was a pretty reckless move. Which I agree with.”

“Well, sorry about that,” Ram retorted, “In my defense, I panicked.”

Bheem shrugs, “Silver lining, Malli hates you less now.”

“Is that why she yelled ‘enjoy your wound!’ before leaving just now?” Ram huffs.

Bheem smirks, “In her defense, she ran to tell me that you’ve awakened. And she seemed pretty content that you didn’t die because of her.”

“Bet she does,�� Ram laughs, then immediately stops as a sharp pain rises on his side, “I told her that if I die, I’ll haunt her.”

“Trust me,” Bheem insists, “If she still hates you, she’ll kill you the first chance she gets.”

“Cool, now I’ve got to be alert for possibly getting murdered by a child,” Ram brought the candies he put on the floor to the table.

Bheem took one of the candies and observed, “Isn’t this the candy I bought?”.

“Malli gave it to me, so now it’s mine,” Ram picks the candy from Bheem’s hand, “Back off my candy, I’ve earned it.”

“Yes, what a mighty fine trade you’ve made. A candy for a stab wound,” Bheem playfully tugged at the candy in Ram’s hand.

“Hey, it’s what the candy symbolises, you know,” Ram joins in on the weird candy tugging game Bheem’s playing.

Bheem’s focused eyes on the candy in Ram’s hand means he misses when Ram observes him in silence, drinking the sight of his friend utterly happy for such a simple reason.

Well, these days Ram feels as if the word ‘friend’ no longer fits Bheem. But he didn't have another option. At least not unless he wanted to take the risk of ruining their friendship.

Figuring your feelings sucks. They’re confusing and not at all enjoyable.

Instead of confronting his annoying feelings, Ram opted for finishing his meal instead.

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It rains all morning the next day.

Ram sits near the door as he watches the village come alive. Apparently, not even a heavy rain will deter them from properly celebrating Govardhan Puja.

His friends were busy helping out. Every so often they’ll pass in front of the house. Seetha carries arranged flowers, Jenny and Bheem carry ingredients for the foods they’ll present for the puja.

“Are you still dying?”.

Ram recognised that irritating voice.

“Why? Have you come to finish the job?” Ram answered, “Are you carrying a knife in that bag of yours?”.

Malli stuck out her tongue, “No, I’m making myself useful, unlike you lazybone!”.

Ram had to suppress the desire to stick out his tongue as well.

Besides, he saw that the bag Malli's carrying was indeed quite heavy. So he gets up from where he’s seated and stuck out his hand.

“Give me that,” he said, “I can carry it for you.”

Malli threw him a suspicious look but let him take the bag nevertheless, so the bag must have been really hard for her to carry.

“I was supposed to take that bag to the kitchen,” Malli said, “Can you take it there or will you bleed out halfway through the road?”.

Ram lets out a heavy sigh, “Why are you like this?”.

But he walks to the kitchen nevertheless. After all that’s where Bheem is going to be and spending an afternoon with him doesn’t sound half bad.

So he walked to the kitchen, absolutely drenched from the rain, but enjoying it more than to sit around doing nothing.

“Ram!” Bheem yells from where he’s standing in the kitchen. He drops what he was holding, which happens to be the equipment that he was using to build a covering above the kitchen so they can keep cooking despite the rain. Several people who were holding the other end of the covering weren't expecting Bheem to drop it. The sound of people cursing instantly filled the kitchen.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Bheem cried out as he ran to Ram’s side.

“What are you doing here?” he exclaimed, “You’re supposed to be resting!”.

“I’m making myself useful according to Malli,” Ram argues.

Bheem clicks his tongue in disapproval but clearly is fighting a smile.

“Alright, just help around the cooking so you can sit down while doing it,” he herded Ram inside the kitchen. He continues to help build the covering while Ram walks around, asking if anyone needs help. In the end, Loki-akka asked him to chop some vegetables for the pakoda she’s making. Taking a seat beside Seetha, he starts peeling the carrots from the basket beside them.

“I can’t remember when I last had this much fun,” Seetha comments. She’s also drenched from the rain, but she beams brightly.

Jenny drops to sit down beside them, her hand carrying a small basket filled with reddish flowers.

“I’ve got some carnations growing, so I asked Loki-akka if we can put it in the pakoda, it’ll look beautiful don’t you think?” Jenny takes a petal and eats it, as if to prove a point.

“Uhh, I guess?” Ram felt out of words. He turned to Seetha and quietly whispered, “That’s edible, right? No one’s going to have a bad case of stomach ache?”.

Seetha nods subtly, which puts Ram much more at ease.

By that point, Bheem and his friends were done with their little project. A covering stands above the kitchen, rain pattering lightly on top of it.

Bheem sat beside Ram and picked the flowers, “Ooohh, who has carnations?”.

Seetha points at Jenny, and Bheem claps his hand, “Can I please take some of the flowers to put in my garden, pretty please? It looks amazing!”.

Jenny holds up a thumb, “Sure, but you better help us with the cooking now. De-stemmed the flower and delivered it to Loki-akka. I’m going to see what else I can do.”

She gets up and leaves.

“I bet she just wants to run away from responsibilities,” Bheem mumbled in a conspiratory manner. Seetha smacks him lightly and shakes her head.

“If you badmouth my friend, I’ll tell Loki-akka not to give you any food,” Seetha scolds.

Bheem gasps dramatically, “Why are you so cruel?!”. This earns him Seetha’s eye rolling.

Seetha finished chopping her onions, so she left to give it to Loki-akka, leaving Ram who was still chopping the carrot, with Bheem who was happily picking the flower petals one by one.

Ram sneaks a look at Bheem. Of course, he was still the same Bheem he met a few months ago. Bheem likes to smile. Bheem is quick to help others. Bheem can tolerate Ram’s whining better than anyone around. Bheem’s eye are a good place to get lost in-

See, a few months ago that last thought wouldn’t be in Ram’s head. What changes that now Ram can’t look at Bheem without his heart rate going wild?

Maybe it’s the fact that Bheem puts his life on the line just to save Ram. Maybe it’s the fact that they were in such a sync in that last battle, it feels as if they’re of one soul. Maybe it’s the fact that all his life, Ram feels as if he has to keep running, keep doing something, keep working on new missions. But with Bheem, he feels like he has a home to come back to. A place where he’s allowed to take a breath.

“Ram?”.

Ram looks up. He stares right into Bheem’s big doe eyes and his heart starts beating even faster. A second longer looking at Bheem’s eyes and Ram might be dead of heart attack this very afternoon.

“Your face is red,” Bheem holds up a hand against Ram’s forehead, “You’re slightly warm. Did you catch a fever? I told you it was a bad idea to move around before you’ve fully recovered.”

“Uhh, yeah. Bad,” Ram’s brain short circuited under Bheem’s touch. He has to resist the urge to catch Bheem’s hand and press a kiss against his knuckles.

“You sure you don’t want to rest up?” Bheem asks. He took his hand off Ram’s forehead and Ram could breathe again.

Ram snaps out of his trance, “No, no. I’ve got to, uhh…chop these carrots.”.

He tried to direct his focus on the carrots and not on the fact that Bheem's hand is warm and he wants those fingers to be laced with his own.

“Oh. Okay?” Bheem sounds unsure. But he resumed his flower picking.

“Anyway,” Ram clears his throat, “I will go back to my village next week. What do you think I should do before that?”.

“You could keep overseeing the raiding team’s training. I’m sure Lacchu won’t mind taking some rest. If anything he might hate you less for giving him some days off,” Bheem suggests.

“After that? You’ve got any plans for them?” Ram queried.

“Well, maybe not in near time. But in a few months, I’ll try giving them their first mission. I know they’re excited and all, but I don’t want to send them unprepared. You and I know by first hand experience how bad a battle can get from one wrong move,” Bheem noted.

Ram nods, “So we’ll part ways for some time, huh?”.

“I’ll try to find a time to visit,” Bheem offered, “But you know that we have a lot to prepare here. So, yeah. We’ll probably won’t see each other for a while.”

“When we part ways”, Ram wondered, somehow feeling a little mournful “how long do you think you can remember me before you forget?”.

“Never”, Bheem announced, “I'll always remember you. After all, you're very annoying.”

Despite that last remark, Bheem’s statement makes Ram a little less sad about the whole thing.

They finished their vegetable chopping and went to hand over the result of their hard work to Loki-akka. They tried to help with frying the pakoda. It went great for some time, but then the wind carried some raindrops into the oil. It splatters, causing both Ram and Bheem to jump and gives up on the frying. They hang around to steal some of the freshly fried pakoda, but then Loki-akka gets annoyed by them and sends them out of the kitchen.

They agreed to go back to Bheem’s cottage instead, Bheem insisting that Ram get some rest.

“I swear I feel good enough,” Ram protests, “We should help the preparations some more.”

“I bet you’re good enough, I saw how high you can jump to avoid the oil splatters,” Bheem rolls his eyes, “But seriously, I won’t have you collapse in the middle of the kitchen.”

“I won't,” Ram grumbles, “You’re so annoying.”

“And you’re the most agreeable person ever alive,” Bheem replied sarcastically.

They’ll probably bicker some more, but Seetha is walking briskly at them. She’s holding an opened letter in her hand.

She stops in front of them, halting for a moment to catch her breath before she begins speaking, “Bheem, first thing first I’m sorry, I think we have to cut our visit short. Ram, Babai found a British warehouse for our first mission. The good news is he thinks it will be a quick mission, he believes that the place’s defences are quite weak. The bad news is we have to leave immediately. He wants you to head this mission, which means you have to go back as soon as possible.”

For a moment, none of them said anything. Ram feels heaviness set on his chest. He thought he’ll have some more time to spend with Bheem. But fate has come to give him a reality check.

“Okay,” Bheem’s voice sounds somewhat shaky, “Okay, I’ll help you pack up. Let’s go.”

The three of them walk in silence. Seetha went to Jenny’s house to pack her own things, then went to inform Jenny of the news.

They plan to rendezvous at the entrance of the village. Ram and Bheem are the first to be there. That means for some moments, they both awkwardly stare at the soil. The rain that felt refreshing that morning had turned to be quite wistful.

“It’s okay,” Bheem began to speak, “Perhaps I can go visit you, see your village and all.”

“Yeah,” Ram murmurs, “Or I can go visit you again. I’ll find the time.”

But their voices are laced with such doubts that it feels like empty promises.

Seetha arrived not long after with Jenny and Malli following her. They exchanged a few more goodbyes.

Malli walks over to Ram and points at him, “Don’t die, you’ll make my anna sad if you do.”

Bheem didn’t say anything in response, which just made it clear that what Malli said was more of an observation rather than a joke. That didn’t make Ram feel better.

Ram threw a last look at Bheem. Bheem stares at him with a melancholic look in his eyes. Ram opens his mouth to say something, anything, but finds nothing can be said to make this situation better. So he just waved his hand instead.

Then he turned around and began his journey towards the unknown future.

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Author’s Note - End: Dianthus Caryophyllus/Carnation, especially with the colour of pale red, symbolises yearning and admiration. The word is derived from "dios" meaning 'god/gods', and "anthos" meaning 'flower'. Simply translated, it means flower of the gods. The petals are edible, they taste sweet, and smell slightly like clove.

Tagging the mods @stanleykubricks and @fangirlshrewt97 and the blog @celebrrration in case my Tumblr went nuts again.

Credit to @dumdaradumdaradum for giving me lots of fun facts throughout the making of this series.

[kahnnee]

Hop into Spring with a basket full of new series and returning favorites for preschoolers to enjoy!

Netflix’s Preschool slate is in full bloom with date announcements for the new seasons of Spirit Rangers (April 8), and CoComelon Lane (April 22). Little ones can laugh, learn and play with new offerings this month including the launch of Hot Wheels Let’s Race, and more episodes of younger kid favorites CoComelon and Gabby’s Dollhouse, along with the recent releases of Dee & Friends in Oz, Peppa Pig (Season 3-6) and Little Angel (Volume 4).

Keep the fun going on NetflixFamily.com, a one stop spot for fun and games with printable games and crafts, and guides for parents and caregivers inspired by kids’ favorite characters and shows on Netflix. And just in time for the highly anticipated series launch of Hot Wheels Let’s Race, check out these free, downloadable coloring sheets, featuring sleek new racecars exclusive to the series, including a taco car and burger truck!

Did you know you can subscribe for a FREE copy of Netflix Family Magazine? It’s a physical magazine featuring the Netflix characters you know and love. Full of games, stories, and activities, Netflix Family Magazine has fun for the whole family, sign up today!

COMING SOON:

March 11: CoComelon: Season 10

March 25: Gabby’s Dollhouse: Season 9

April 8: Spirit Rangers: Season 3 *Date Announcement*

April 22: CoComelon Lane: Season 2 *Date Announcement*

NOW ON NETFLIX:

CoComelon: Season 9

Dee and Friends in Oz

Hot Wheels Let’s Race

Little Angel: Volume 4

Mighty Bheem’s Playtime

Not Quite Narwhal: Season 2

Peppa Pig: Season 3-6 **Available in Select Regions**

PRESCHOOL SERIES DEBUTING THIS SPRING:

Hot Wheels Let’s Race (Now On Netflix)

Six young hopefuls at the Hot Wheels Ultimate Garage Racing Camp learn the skills they need to become the next generation of amazing racers. (Photos)

CoComelon: Season 10 (March 11)

Gabby’s Dollhouse: Season 9 (March 25)

With a pinch on her left and a pinch on her right, Gabby shrinks down for more kitty adventures in her super-cool dollhouse. Come and play along! (Photos)

Spirit Rangers: Season 3 (April 8)

The Spirit Rangers return to help more friends at Xus National Park, learning more about their culture — and the world around them — every day. (*NEW* Photos)

CoComelon Lane: Season 2 (April 22)

CoComelon Lane explores the lives of beloved preschooler JJ and his best friends (Cody, CeCe, Nina, Bella, and Nico) as they experience life’s “big moments” as little kids. JJ – speaking directly to the audience – invites little ones to join their favorite CoComelon characters as they celebrate life’s special milestones of growing up.

[mirchtadka]

“Animal OTT release: ‘Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai’ fame Samridhii Shukla reveals she dubbed for THIS actress in Ranbir Kapoor starrer; fans react

Samridhii Shukla, renowned for her role as Abhira in Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai, is not just a captivating actress but also a versatile voice-over artist who recently brought a human touch to the OTT release of Ranbir Kapoor’s Animal. This revelation adds a personal dimension to her already impressive array of talents.

Samridhii Shukla, who stepped into the limelight as the female lead in Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai alongside Shehzada Dhami, has been lauded for her on-screen chemistry with Dhami. Beyond her acting prowess, Shukla has shown a compassionate side by lending her voice to beloved characters such as Doraemon and contributing to projects like Chhota Bheem Aur Krishna, Little Singham, Mighty Little Bheem: I Love Taj Mahal, and Baahubali: The Lost Legends.

In a heartfelt revelation, Shukla disclosed that she provided the voice for Triptii Dimri’s character in the OTT version of Ranbir Kapoor’s Animal. This revelation not only showcases her professional versatility but also adds a human touch to her craft, connecting with audiences on a deeper level.

Fans have responded with admiration for Shukla’s multifaceted talent and have expressed appreciation for her dedication and hard work, acknowledging the demanding shooting schedule she manages alongside her commitment to voice-over assignments.

Samridhii Shukla’s ability to infuse a human touch into her dubbing roles has resonated with fans, who eagerly anticipate her continued success. Her genuine connection with the characters she voices has created a unique bond with audiences, setting her apart in both the television and voice-over realms.

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[nandakishore17]

Green Gold Animation presents Mighty Little Bheem, India first animated comedy adventure series on Netflix original!

[don-lichterman]

Mighty Little Bheem FULL EPISODES 5-8 💪 Season 1 Compilation 💪 Netflix Jr

Mighty Little Bheem FULL EPISODES 5-8 💪 Season 1 Compilation 💪 Netflix Jr

4 FULL Mighty Little Bheem cartoon episodes! Join baby Bheem (a younger Chhota Bheem), frenemy Vijay, and all the other friends we make along the way for some extraordinary adventures. Mighty Little Bheem is now streaming on Netflix! Episode 5: Mighty Hiccups Episode 6: Bheem’s Blanket Episode 7: Mighty Muscles Episode 8: A Babysitter’s Nightmare SUBSCRIBE: http://bit.ly/NetflixJrSubscribe About…

[movies-mania]

[pogo-india]

Show Promo | Mighty Little Bheem | Cartoon in Hindi | Mon-Fri | 10 AM & 1:30 PM | Pogo

Mighty Little #Bheem is here to make your mornings and afternoons giggle-filled! Tune in from Monday to Friday, 10 AM and 1:30 PM, only on POGO ! Do not miss any update on your favourite #cartoons by Subscribing to the POGO YouTube Channel, Facebook page & Instagram page YouTube - https://www.youtube.com/@PogoChannel Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/pogotvin/ Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/PogoTVIndia #mightylittlebheem #bheemcartoon #cartooncartoons #cartoonvideos #cartooncharacters #cartoonpictures #bacchonkecartoon #hindicartoon #bacchonkacartoon #cartoonsforkids #cartoonshows #pogo

[pynapplepyro]

5Im not sure if I'm missing something but I think I just watched Bheem's sister go to her boyfriend's wedding and I'm not ok with this not being addressed.

[old4sa]

[nandakishore17]

Green Gold Animation is a pioneer in creating original Indian animation content and has been entertaining the young generation for over a decade!

[don-lichterman]

Playground Time! 🙂 Mighty Little Bheem | Netflix Jr

Playground Time! 🙂 Mighty Little Bheem | Netflix Jr

Bheem and Vijay enter a fun playground with a slide, seesaw, and more! The animals want to join them… Will they? Mighty Little Bheem is now streaming on Netflix. SUBSCRIBE: http://bit.ly/NetflixJrSubscribe About Netflix Jr.: Welcome to the official Netflix Jr. channel! Where kids can learn, sing and play with their favorite Netflix characters – from StoryBots to Super Monsters and everyone in…

[gauri-vishalakshi]

Prema Nadhi

Ram x OC, implied Ram x Sita (set before Ram and Bheem meet), implied developing RamBheem

Ram had loved once. Not the love he persistently attempted to convince himself he had for Sita, but the type of love that resembled the mighty Godavari. Subtly gentle yet fiercely passionate, peacefully serene yet ferociously destructive. He had been her fire and she had been his water, balancing his intensity with her calm and his creation with her destruction. While Ram had always felt more comfortable warming up by a campfire, she had always been in her element during their days by the riverside, throwing her head back and laughing as the little fish that flocked near the banks pressed kisses to her feet as she dipped them in the cool water. Whenever Ram had doubts about his purpose, she had always soothed it with sweet words of encouragement, as she shared Ram's hopes for a homeland that may one day be free.

Prema. How aptly she was named, his wonderful priyatama. Love incarnate she was indeed, dispensing love and care as if she had no shortage of it. Ram had often said he had fallen in love with Love itself, and though she had always laughed, only he knew how irrefutably true that was. Prema had been a doctor, a perfect choice of profession if he had ever seen one, and she showered love on all of her patients, no matter their race, religion, or caste. "Rama," she had complained to him on one of their quiet nights together (Prema had always refused to call him Ram or Raju, insisting that's what everyone called him; she wanted a name that she could keep and cherish only for herself), "I wish I could understand the minds of people who wish to crush others under their heel through constant torment and disparagement. What drives them to do so? Why is it that they feel the need to be so cruel to another person just like them?"

"Being a doctor opens one's eyes to problems such as these. No matter your caste, the color of your skin, or the god you worship, your bodies all work the same. A Brahmin doesn't have more physical brains that an "untouchable" has. A Hindu has no more hearts that a Muslim has. A light-skinned person has no more eyes than that of a darker-skinned one. When you live, your body works the same. And when you die, you die just like everyone else as your body stops its work and chooses to rest. What sadistic satisfaction does it bring when attempts to convince oneself that one is better simply because of some reason when everyone has the same body, simply different sizes, colors, and souls?"

Ram and Prema had had many conversations like this, and Prema had always expressed that she enjoyed that about Ram. How he encouraged her to express her thoughts and voice her opinions, rather than attempting to silence her. How he indulged in her intellectual musings, rather than telling her she was "just a woman". Ram had always thought that since love lasted forever, his Love would too. Alas, that was not what fate had in mind for them.

Everything had been going spectacularly. Ram had just been promoted, one step closer to achieving his dream, and Prema had been recognized as one of the top doctors in Delhi, the first woman to have been granted that felicitation. Ram and Prema were getting ready to get married with the blessings of both their families, when of course tragedy took that moment to strike.

While love is blissful, it is always flawed. Imperfect. So it was no surprise when Love herself was flawed. Prema cared, but sometimes she cared too much. She'd take the whole world under her protection, but she wouldn't hesitate to take their beatings for them, too. She was known as Premamma by all she treated, a kind figure that exuded warmth and affection. A lower-caste woman with delivery complications had shown up at a British hospital, the only nearby hospital within a radius of forty miles. Normally, even a Brahmin receiving treatment at an exclusively British facility would result in a punishment such as whipping, let alone someone from a lower caste. Prema, unable to turn away the woman in her hour of need, took her into the hospital to deliver her child. The baby, a boy, was born safely, and his mother survived without any issues, but once Lady Scott found out a lower-caste woman was getting treated at the same hospital she was, she immediately demanded her punishment: death. But Prema, foreseeing the woman's fate, sent her and her son away, and by doing so, unwittingly accepted her penalty. Prema was mistaken for the woman, shot, and killed a mere two days before her wedding. And not even a death notice, let alone an apology was sent to her family.

Ram had been devastated. For nothing lasts forever, not even love. Instead of marrying Prema, Ram had buried her. Instead of tying a mangalsutra around her neck, he had lit her pyre on fire. After her funeral, Prema's sister Pranitha had walked up to him, red-eyed. "Baava, this is akka's journal. I want you to keep it, and I hope that by doing so, you'll keep her." Ram had looked at her, shocked, as she pressed a smooth, bound book into his trembling hands. "Prani, why-I-I can't take this from you. You knew Pr-your akka far longer than I did." He stuttered out, unable to say her name, for then he would be reminded of the cataclysmic realization that even Love dies. "But you loved her far more than I ever could. Even though my akka is not physically here, as long as love remains in our hearts, our Love will always be there with us. You will always be my baava, even if you marry someone else, or forget about me completely, for I know your love of Love is eternal." Ram had taken the girl who he had come to love as a little sister into his arms as they both sobbed, mourning the loss of light and of Love.

Six months had passed before Ram had found the nerve to open her journal. The last entry had been written on the day she died, May 7, 1919. It was written in her neat, detailed hand, and it was a poem. He had never known her as an author, only as an orator, but he proceeded to read the verse that was titled "Oh, Motherland".

Oh, my motherland

For you, I have shed blood, sweat, and tears

Ever devoted to you and your mighty cause

You are like the Mother Goddess incarnate,

Giving life to all that trod upon you

Providing sustenance for all beings without discrimination

You give us the hues of emerald and sapphire, oh motherland

Raising upon you your mighty sons the mountains that bear the weight of the sky

And your serene yet powerful daughters the rivers who thunder through the earth, bringing life along their path

It pains me, oh glorious motherland

To see you bound in the chains of foreigners

For if one has a mother, should they not know how to treat another’s?

Ram set down the journal, overwhelmed as tears gathered in his eyes. Perhaps she would've shared it with him, he mused, had she not been shot that day. Maybe she would've shared more such poems with him as his wife but alas, he was never destined to know. He was destined to always be alone, a fire without his water, and a Hate without his Love.

It was on one of his horse rides across "their" bridge when he saw the child in the water. On closer inspection, he realized to his mounting horror that the child in question was Premanth, the child whose life Prema had saved along with his mother's. Out of gratefulness, the woman had named her son after Prema. Ram felt a surging need to save the boy, the one that his Love had died to save. Across, on the opposite bank, he spotted a man trying to help the boy. He signaled to him, and together they saved Premanth. The surge of pride in Ram at his success quickly transformed into a sinking horror as he saw a familiar, thin, and compact leather book fall out of his pocket. He lunged for it frantically, but only managed to tear out the last page with the poem before the rest of the notebook fell away. Blinking back his tears, he caught the other man's arm, who howled in delight. Ram couldn't help but laugh through his tears, as the other man's happiness was contagious and his laugh was bubbly, just like Prema's. Have I found another water? Ram thought to himself. And how fitting is it that I find him over Love's favorite river, Prema Nadhi.

translation: Prema (Love; Telugu); Prema Nadhi (River of Love; Telugu)

A/N: ngl I'm nervous 'cause of my own poetry LOL. tagging some wonderful people @manwalaage @lil-stark @thewinchestergirl1208 @contemporarykafka @gauri-vishalakshi @maraudersfansassemble @itsfookingloosah @rambheem-is-real @adrakchutneyofficial @darlingletshurttonight @seherie @redirection04 @ramayantika @how-is-it-in-london pls do give me feedback!!