#narmada's life

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geena’s life - rupert’s life - earlier - next narmada’s life - earlier - next

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CELEBRATING JAYANTI OF MAA NARMADA TODAY. 2023 हिंदू चंद्र कैलेंडर के अनुसार माघ महीने में शुक्ल पक्ष सप्तमी को प्रतिवर्ष नर्मदा जयंती मनाई जाती है। इस दिन भक्त अपने जीवन में शांति और समृद्धि लाने वाली नर्मदा नदी की पूजा करते हैं। मध्य प्रदेश में अमरकंटक, नर्मदा नदी का उद्गम, नर्मदा जयंती मनाने के लिए एक लोकप्रिय स्थान है। #narmadariver #narmada #india #jabalpur #gujarat #madhyapradesh #gujju #rajpipla #instagram #of #maheshwar #madhyapradeshtourism #photography #incredibleindia #indore #city #temples #ahmedabad #life #gujarati #temple #instagujarat #darshan #wale #mandir #goddess #gaudaan #blessings #panchmukhigayatridevi #gaushalainindia (at Kanpur, Uttar Pradesh) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn9n_8tpNWO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Narmada and her sister Sharika are the daughters of prominent Tamil feminist and human rights activist Rajini Thiranagama, who was murdered when they were children. Every time they speak of her I move away from grief that her life was so brutally cut short, to joy that she spent those years living a life more full of light and love than many can fit into a hundred. Nothing can compare to the legacy of being remembered this way by your children.

[ramayantika]

Smriti [Phase 1]

Prologue/intro

C H A P T E R - 1

It was a hot summer afternoon. A young girl no older than sixteen walked furiously towards the banks of the river Narmada to soothe herself from the rays of the scorching sun. Her blue skirt fluttered in the light breeze, which blew now and then around the river. Messy wisps of hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, which she desperately tried to remove. Sweat trickled down from her neck to the blouse she wore, and with each sweat droplet that drenched her blouse, her steps turned hastier.

"Why can't people visit fairs in the evenings? Crowd the market area when the sun is down! What's so good about enjoying fairs and markets in hot summer afternoons where everyone sticks to one another?" The girl talked to herself. "What was Maa telling me in the morning? 'It's going to be crowded in the evening. Better go in the afternoon.' What on earth was that crowd there?" She picked a nearby pebble and flung it towards the Narmada.

Her anger seemed to cool down as she neared the river bed. Kneeling on the rocky, gravelly surface, she scooped some water in her hands and splashed it on her face, saying, "Oh, Narmada! Thank you for providing me with your cool and refreshing water." After thanking the river, she sat on one of the large rocks near the river and dipped her feet into the water.

Narmada, also called Reva, one of the holiest rivers to flow in Bharatvarsha, flew through the kingdom of Avanti. Her water was revered by Rishi Markandeya, and her banks narrated stories of learned men earning spiritual enlightenment. This river, though famous for learned men and sages, also helped trade to flourish on the lands she flew through. It connected Avanti to the kingdoms on the western coast, thus establishing strong trade relations that profited Avanti immensely.

Meanwhile, the young girl, after refreshing herself by the river shifted her attention to the activities on the opposite side of the river bank. A few local women were drawing water in their pots. Three boats were tied together to a nearby tree, and a fishnet lay aside them. A group of children played with mud balls and sticks on the soil. She picked up a pebble and was about to throw it in the river when a voice stopped her.

"Umm... I would appreciate it if you would enjoy the scenic view rather than throwing pebbles in the river. The splashing sound distracts me from my work."

The girl swiftly turned to her right and saw a young boy standing with a paintbrush in his hand. A canvas stood next to him, and some paint bottles were neatly placed on the ground. She got up and walked towards the boy.

"You're a painter, I see. What are you painting?" she asked and took a peep at the canvas. It contained a beautiful painting of the Narmada river. Blue-green hues depicted the calm waters of the holy river and the dense trees that grew beside the river. Strokes of yellow, orange and red beautifully showed the sun and the afternoon sky.

"This is so... beautiful. These colours have such a calming effect on the eyes. You have wonderfully captured the serenity of Narmada into this painting." The girl looked at the painting longingly. "This painting makes me want to lose myself into these colours."

Her eyes drifted towards the river once again, and she sighed. The boy had done a marvellous job of painting the river, its banks and the sky. He had also painted the women and children she had seen on the opposite bank, which added more life to the painting.

The young painter blushed a little at the praise he received from the girl. Scratching the back of his neck, he replied, "Thank you so much...?" He trailed off and looked at her in question, not knowing what to address her as. The girl hadn't introduced herself, nor had he.

Even the girl realized later that they hadn't introduced themselves to each other. "Well, call me Smriti. What's your name, painter boy?" She asked with a cheerful smile.

"Ekaksh."

Smriti whispered the boy's name to herself. Ekaksh was another name for Lord Shiva, too. She scanned the boy from top to bottom after he introduced himself, as she had been busy admiring the painting and hadn't looked at the boy closely.

Ekaksh looked as fresh and serene as the Narmada. He had a beautiful pair of brown eyes and curly lashes, which added more beauty to his eyes. Smriti was charmed by his eyes. Her eyes moved down to his lips that were light pink, similar to the colour of lotus petals.

He wore a plain white robe which was stained with paint. Even though his clothes had turned messy and crinkled, to Smriti, he looked angelic. She had seen many boys before him but had never seen one like him, someone who looked mystic, angelic, and innocent at the same time. His cheeks appeared slightly red, which amused Smriti. When she realized that his beautiful blush was her doing, she couldn't help but smile to herself.

The sound of the koel brought Smriti back to her surroundings. Clearing her throat, she asked Ekaksh, "So, where do you live, Ekaksh? I am new here. I came here with my family to visit my aunt and her family. They live in the fifth lane of Pushpabagha locality."

"Pushpabagha is not very far from my place. I live in the royal palace-"

"What?! Is that true? Do you really live in the royal palace? Near the Queen?" Smriti asked, her eyes wide in surprise and excitement. She scanned his appearance again. "You don't look like a prince, though. I have heard about the twins — one of them is named Rathish, isn't it? The other one, who was he? I have heard his name, but I cannot remember it now."

Ekaksh chuckled. "Looks like the younger twin is remembered by most females here. My friend would feel sad that his younger brother has more popularity than him."

Smriti gasped at him. Keeping her hands on her chest, she said, "Don't tell me that you are friends with the princes! And as for me, remembering Kumar Rathish, I overheard some of the local children speaking about him before I arrived here."

Ekaksh threw his head back in laughter. Folding his arms across his chest, he continued to look at Smriti and asked, "If I live in the palace, why won't I be friends with the princes? I have known them since we were children."

Smriti was shocked. She had never thought of him having any connections with the royal family. However, she had no wish to know about the princes but the queen, for she had been her idol since Smriti was thirteen.

"Well, forget the princes. You can tell me about those two later — tell me about the queen! Have you talked to her? I have heard so many great things about her. She has also earned a lot of respect in my homeland, in Kashi. My mother told me about the queen when I was thirteen, and she has been my inspiration ever since then."

There was a shine in Ekaksh's eyes. He had a proud smile over his lips and looked down to the ground. "You see, my mother works with the maharani in financial matters, and I have known her sons since we were kids, so I have daily interactions with her. The queen is a noble lady who has run the kingdom so efficiently after the king's demise," his voice turned slightly emotional at the mention of the late king, "and has earned the love and loyalty of the common folk and the courtiers."

He stared at the tree behind Smriti, his face all grim. "People can't accept women ruling them. They cannot tolerate women as leaders. It took some time for her to settle amidst the various rumours and conspiracies that had hatched after the king's death. I have seen it all. In royal life, sometimes the people whom we consider friends turn out to be the biggest foes.

Smriti stayed quiet and continued to look at the boy. His face no longer carried the sweet, bashful innocence but something painful, perhaps a painful realization? She wondered if this was also the reason why his eyes looked so deep as if they had seen a lot and known a lot? Realizing that it was rude to stare at someone, she looked down and counted the stones on the ground.

'Aha, fifteen stones!' She counted mentally.

"Counting stones isn't an interesting activity, Smriti. Do tell me something about yourself."

And just like that, the cheery self of the painter returned.

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As I said, I would post Smriti here too. We are here with the first chapter this was written 2 years ago please excuse me for my mistakes. I will edit and rewrite some parts later for the book, but for now I want to write the full story. Thank you for reading

Also do tell me if you want to be added to the Smriti tag list plij. I need to save your ids in my notes for the taglists

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jagadeka veerudu athiloka sundari - part one

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The Sun rose early by the banks of the river Narmada and shone lovingly on the kingdom of Sundarsi, its gentle rays caressing each and every citizen to wake them up. A bunch of girls looked around and giggled to themselves, racing to the river and diving in. They splashed and laughed in the waters, the cold of the river and the warmth of the Sun making them shiver in delight. 

One of the girls walked out and sat by the river bed, watching the others with a soft smile on her face. “Your Majesty,” the girls in the river called out as they followed her to the shore, sitting down behind her. Silence ensued as they calmly watched the kingdom spring to life and work, and the youngest of them went to sit beside the one in front of them all.

“Your Majesty,” the little one began, making the princess look down towards her, “do you really think the prophecy will come true?” Everyone froze, looking at their princess as she sighed, pulling her knees closer to her chest. “Shiva has never lied to us, little one. But at the same time, he never stopped us from proving him wrong either.”

“Only one person has managed to prove their destiny wrong till now, and it was your mother. Do you think you can do it too, Your Majesty?” The princess smiled at those words and looked back at the girls, the defiant gleam in her eyes making them smile too. “Of course I can, Janaki. I have been named after our Lord’s consort too, isn’t it a lady’s duty to prove her man wrong?” The princess stood up, the girls behind her quickly following her as they all turned and walked off to their horses, heading back to the palace.

Aarya raced back to her palace, walking inside as she smiled at everyone. The water still dripping from her garments left her trace all over the palace as her guards followed her wordlessly, stopping just as she entered the throne room, every official standing up and bowing to greet her. 

“There better be a good reason as to why we are having an emergency meeting so early on a day that’s meant to be off, Mantriji,” Aarya softly said, stopping in front of the throne. She looked at it for a moment, the power of the chair daunting. She sat in the chair next to the empty throne, looking down at the ministers and officials.

They all shifted under her gaze nervously, the prime minister clearing her throat slowly. “Your Majesty, I’m afraid we might have a new threat swarming around. We need to have you crowned Queen as soon as possible.” Anjasi, Sundarsi’s Prime Minister, was an old woman who was once their Army General, moving up in ranks to serve the kingdom for more than three decades. She had seen all the princesses grow, and knew of all their strengths and weaknesses.

Aarya watched her as she stepped forward, a scroll in her hand. She knelt down in front of the throne, head hung down as the scroll was taken from her hand and given to Aarya. “What we had anticipated is happening, Your Majesty. Mahishmati has begun looking into their books and every other territory they’ve conquered for information about us. I heard their general Kattappa has been put up to the task by the king’s father, Bijjaladeva.”

Aarya hummed, setting the scroll aside and leaning forward. “And what of the king? Is Bhallaladeva also as invested in wanting us as his father?” Anjasi shook her head while their Army General, Sadhana spoke up. “Bhallaladeva is focused on being just a ruthless dictator at this point, Your Majesty. Neither does he want anything to do with his father’s whims, or… or a queen.” the general scowled to herself, her grip on her chair tightening. “In kingdoms like Mahishmati, women have only been feared during the reign of Rajamata Sivagami, but after she died along with the crown prince a few months ago, no woman has graced that lonely palace.” Aarya bit her lip, turning to the guards. 

“Please call the chief priest inside.” the priest entered, smiling as the princess stood up to greet him. “Good morning, Your Majesty. How can I help you?” 

“When can the coronation take place, Guruji? I’m sure you can find the most auspicious day pretty quickly.”

“Three days from now, Your Majesty. After the Sun sets in the presence of the full moon would be the most auspicious time for you.” Aarya nodded, smiling at him as she walked down to the prime minister. “Make it a grand event, Mantriji. The grandest coronation to ever happen, since we will be having visitors too this time.”

Murmurs grew in the hall as Aarya straightened, clapping once. “If that is all, I believe I have other matters to tend to. See you all later.” Eyes followed the crown princess leave, the murmurs in the hall turning into arguments as Anjasi and Sadhana exchanged long glances, sighing to themselves.

— — —

Aarya walked to the temple inside her palace, the Moon glowing in the rose golden sky along with the Sun above her head as the priests bowed to her, leaving her alone. The temple was her only point of solace within the many storms that raged in her palace and kingdom, and people knew not to disturb her as she sought peace in the embrace of their Shiva.

The golden light in the temple caressed Aarya as she touched the statue of Nandi, brushing specks of dust off of him and placing a gentle kiss to Nandi right on top of his head. She looked up and walked to the idol of Lord Shiva, a small smile on her face as she sat down in his room amidst the diyas and offerings placed around him.

The white marble idol of Lord Shiva was made to celebrate her birth, the biggest and most magnificent idol ever made in the history of Sundarsi. Aarya grew unimaginably attached to that particular idol, Shiva’s serene face and presence her only source of hope and light. She closed her eyes, leaning forward to rest her forehead against Shiva’s foot as she murmured the slokas under her breath, trying to calm herself down. “You’ve always made me aware of how you were there for me at every single step I took in my life,” Aarya spoke in a whisper, looking up at Shiva as the sky darkened behind her. “Please help me out now, will you? I need you and I am unsure of my decisions. I don’t want the prophecy I was born with to come true, and yet I don’t know what to do in order to make sure it doesn’t. Please, stay with me this time too.”

“Shiva never leaves you, Aarya,” her guruji’s voice made her turn around, seeing the old man stand a few feet away from her. “In fact, I believe you’re Mahadev’s favourite of us all. You say it yourself, you’ve been named after his consort, and that is for a reason too. He chose you, Aarya, to rule and to do so much more despite whatever your parents wanted for you.”

Aarya stood up, walking to touch the feet of the priest as he blessed her, patting her cheek affectionately as she straightened again. “Your parents never wanted you to rule, but that was a part of your name and destiny that was written so long ago for you. Admitted, some parts of it aren’t the very best, but I think that makes it all the more important for you to believe and hope, Aarya. Mahadev named and raised you, don’t give up on his upbringing just yet.”

Aarya smiled faintly, turning back to the idol as the Moon shone its light on top, reflecting on the marble. Shiva’s eyes twinkled wisely in the moonlight as Aarya looked at him, lost in thought.

— — —

Anjasi and Sadhana sat together in the library, going through scrolls and books silently. Sadhana looked up and sighed, taking her glasses off and resting her head back. “Do you really think it’s alright to invite those people for the coronation? I have a bad feeling about it.” Anjasi rolled her eyes and set her quill and scroll aside, frowning at the general. “You know Her Majesty has done this for a reason, right? She’s got something in her mind, don’t you think? Considering how unpredictable our queen-to-be is, I’m actually a little excited for the coronation.”

Sadhana sighed again, nodding. Anjasi returned to writing on her scroll, and Sadhana quipped, “That is to be sent to the general of Mahishmati, if I am not wrong. It’s the invite to the coronation isn’t it? To Bhallaladeva and the other kings under him.”

“Just Bhallaladeva and anyone important he wishes to bring, we don’t need a crowd. I need to plan the rest of the coronation, could you give this to the messenger?” Sadhana nodded and took the scroll, rolling it as Anjasi stood up. “She’s getting crowned on Kartik Purnima, Mantriji. She’s our only princess to get crowned on such a day, that too during the night, in the presence of someone who is not our own. These are all signs about her prophecy.” Anjasi stopped in front of the door, turning back to Sadhana. “These are all signs, Senadhipati, of her working to change her prophecy.  Wait and watch, she will surprise you.”

As Anjasi left, Sadhana smiled at the scroll in her hand. “Isn’t that what we all want?”

— — —

Kattappa knocked once and entered the throne room, kneeling in front of Bhallaladeva with the scroll in his hand. Bhalla frowned, reaching for it as Bijjaladeva looked on curiously. “It is an invitation, Your Majesty,” Kattappa paused, a frown etched on his face. “From the crown princess of Sundarsi, Her Majesty Aarya. She’s inviting you to her coronation in Sundarsi in three days.”

Bijjaladeva stood up, excitement and glee on his face as Bhallaladeva read through the scroll repeatedly, his eyes staying on the signature at the end of the scroll. Aarya’s name was etched into the paper with blood red ink neatly, her beautiful writing looking like embroidery on the otherwise seemingly normal scroll.

“This is it, Bhalla, I'm telling you! She got scared and called us to offer her country right there, I just know it!” 

Bhalla rolled his eyes and looked up, frowning at his father. “She didn’t get scared, Nanna. This isn’t an invitation from a coward.” He turned to Kattappa, gauging his reaction. “And what do you think, Kattappa? Is she scared?”

“She wants to see us for herself, in my opinion. Check how powerful we are, before making her move. She’s not scared, Your Majesty.” Kattappa’s words made Bhalla smirk as he stood up, flexing his arms. He walked to his sword placed in front of the idol of the goddess Durga and picked it up, observing the shine on the metal.

“If that’s what she wants, we can’t disappoint a princess so new into this game, can we? Make the preparations, Kattappa, we leave at dawn.” The sword glinted dangerously in the light and he turned back to his father, the smirk on his face sinister.

“She has more chances of dying by my blade than sitting beside me to rule, I can assure you that Nanna. You’ll see for yourself.”

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International Day of Action For Rivers

International Day of Action For Rivers, observed on March 14 every year, is a day that is dedicated to saving, celebrating, and creating awareness about the importance of rivers. Did you know that two million tons of sewage, industrial and agricultural waste are discharged into the world’s water every day? Yes, it is the equivalent of the weight of the entire human population of 6.8 billion people! This is why it is our time to save our rivers for the good of humanity.

History of International Day of Action For Rivers

The International Day of Action For Rivers is a day created by the International Day of Rivers to sensitize people about the importance of rivers. It brings people across the world together to talk about and save rivers by addressing the issues related to river management, river pollution, river conservation, etc.

The history of the origin of the International Day of Action For Rivers is an interesting one. In September 1995, several organizations, including International Rivers Network (I.R.N.), India’s Save the Narmada Movement (N.B.A.), Chile’s Biobio Action Group (GABB), and European Rivers Network (ERN) came together and conducted a preparatory meeting in Brazil. As a result, they formed an international Organizing Committee headed by Brazil’s Movement of People Affected by Large Dams (MAB).

In March 1997, in Curitiba, Brazil, participants of the First International Meeting of People Affected by Dams adopted the International Day of Action Against Dams and For Rivers, Water and Life. Furthermore, they decided that the International Day of Action For Rivers will take place on March 14.

Every year there will be a theme for the International Day of Action For Rivers, and last year, in 2021, the theme was ‘Rights of Rivers.’ It demanded that rivers be declared a national asset and given legal rights to stop the rivers from becoming dumping sites for waste and sewages.

Environment enthusiasts conduct workshops, seminars, and activities to celebrate this day to raise awareness and spread the message. So, let’s take a stand against the activities that harm the rivers and protect them at all costs.

International Day of Action For Rivers timeline

1995

Formation Of An International Organizing Committee

A preparatory meeting is held in Brazil, and an International Organizing Committee is formed.

1997

The First International Day of Action For Rivers

The first International Day of Action For Rivers is adopted by representatives from 20 countries in Curitiba Brazil.

2010

People Get More Awareness

People across the world get to know more about the importance of rivers.

2021

The First Virtual Celebration

Due to the pandemic, many organizations conduct events online to celebrate International Day of Action For Rivers.

International Day of Action For Rivers FAQs

What does the International Rivers organization do?

This organization strengthens movements of communities and civil society to defend rivers by exposing destructive projects.

Is International Day of Action For Rivers the same as World River day?

No International Day of Action For Rivers is different from World River Day, which is celebrated every year on September 26.

What is the theme of the International Day of Action For Rivers 2022?

The International Rivers organization will announce the theme of the International Day of Action For Rivers.

How to Observe International Day of Action For Rivers

Join the movementIf you want to make a difference in this world, you can plan an event in your locality to save or conserve the rivers and share the details and descriptions to dayofaction@internationalrivers.org.

Educate others about the importance of riversRivers are the lifeline of the Earth, and without them, humankind will perish. So, educate your friends and family about the significance of rivers and clean water.

Share your favorite river storyThis day, you can share your favorite personal stories related to rivers. Whether it is related to a fun family picnic or any activities to save the rivers, you can share it on your social media.

5 Important Facts About Rivers

Rivers are being polluted each day: More than 80% of sewage in developing countries is discharged untreated in the rivers and other water sources, thereby polluting them.

River’s mouth: The end of a river is called ‘a mouth,’ it takes the water from the river into the sea or large lakes.

The shortest river is very short! The shortest river, Roe River, is only 201 feet and is located in Montana in the U.S.

Rainbow river: River Cano that flows through Columbia is one of the most beautiful rivers in the world due to its striking colors.

The holy river: River Ganga in India is considered a holy river and is even worshipped as a Goddess there.

Why International Day of Action For Rivers is Important

Rivers are the lifeline of the world: Rivers are not just some scenic views of the water; they are the lifeline of this world. They create lives and enrich the ecosystem around us. International Day of Action For Rivers is a great day to raise awareness among people.

We need to educate people: Today, most rivers across the world are being polluted each day due to the greed of some humans. This day we can address those issues and can do our part to stop them.

It brings people together: The global event is proof that communities and individuals around the world can come together and make a difference in this world.

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Jawan: One of SRK's Best Movies

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Let’s talk about Atlee’s Jawan

Azad is a jailer at a women’s prison who moonlights as a vigilante with the aim to rectify corruption in Indian society, targeting a specific individual whose actions and status have caused extreme suffering for civilians.

I’ll be honest. The plot could have easily been a two-dimensional hero versus villain story that we’ve all seen too many times. However, adding the stories about Kalki’s father and Dr. Eeram’s “negligence” really brings a depth to the plot that proves this film is not just a story about a protagonist and an antagonist: it’s a story about the people of India.

For example, to avenge thousands of farmers’ suicides, the team holds passengers of a train hostage until they get paid ₹40,000 crore ($4,818,532 USD) so they can repay the loans of the Indian farmers. The viewers finds out through one of the most emotional scenes in the movie that Kalki’s father, who was a farmer, committed suicide so that his family could pay off the loan on their tractor with the money they would receive from his death. In real life, more than 12,000 farmers in India commit suicide every year due to debts. These anecdotes in the film bring a touch of needed reality to the plot; in fact, the reality-based conflicts are something I think Bollywood needs desperately these days.

Personally, I think this is one of SRK’s best movies. I’ve been waiting to see what movies SRK was going to churn out now that he isn’t doing purely romance movies anymore. I think Jawan is a great example of the content SRK is capable of creating without being a romance hero. And you see this with Azad and Vikram Rathore, who aren’t your typical protagonists. You would expect the protagonists to take the main spotlight for most of the movie. However, SRK shares the screen with a plethora of other female characters and doesn’t overshadow their acting or stories. 

One character that I absolutely adored was Narmada. As a female protagonist, she wasn’t the “damsel in distress” that needed saving all the time. In fact, she was a tough character throughout the movie who held her own, even when she found out Azad’s real identity as a vigilante. I really do appreciate Narmada’s character arc and the fact that she could always defend herself as an individual.

A quick shoutout to Kalee Gaikwad and how effortlessly Vijay Sethupathi acted in his role. This was actually the first movie I’ve ever seen him in, and he conveys the psychotic qualities of his character without it seeming fake or unconvincing. I have a whole bunch of Vijay Sethupathi movies lined up for me to watch for the future!

Also, another shoutout to Aishwarya Rathore and the wonderful Deepika Padukone. Even though her cameo in the movie was short, it was an impactful one and gave me major Om Shanti Om vibes. I love how her character was also strong and independent, refusing to be coerced by Gaikwad and his scheme to frame Vikram.

I loved the movie so much. There was impactful dialogue throughout, even though some parts did sound a bit preachy but still fit the message that the movie was trying to convey. The references to SRK’s iconic movies didn’t go unnoticed by me, and it was done in a way that didn’t make me cringe. I also appreciated the way there were numerous fourth-wall breaks that seemed like SRK was addressing the real-life viewers during the film’s most crucial moments; by staging this scenes as messages to the actual people, it causes viewers to think about their own political landscape in their country and how they can impact their own government (LEGALLY, PLEASE).

All the songs on the soundtrack, composed by Anirudh Ravichander, were pretty catchy to me. Welcome to another episode of me having a hard time to curate my song list. At the end of the day, I included both popular and seemingly underrated songs from the film. Give them a listen! 

Aararaari Raaro

Chaleya

Zinda Banda

The movie is 2 hours and 50 minutes long. Stream the extended cut on Netflix, grab a snack, and enjoy!

Let me know your thoughts in the comments!

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Guru Paduka Stotram glorifies the “sandals of the Guru” and the presence of Guru in one’s life. This hymn talks about how a seeker’s life transforms within the presence of the Guru. Guru Paduka Stotram was composed by Adi Shankaracharya during his first meeting with his Guru, Govinda Bhagavatpada.

Adi Shankara was traveling across ancient Indians Kingdoms in search of his Guru. When he was walking around the banks of River Narmada, he saw the Padukas in front of the cave of his Guru, Govind Bhagavatpada. When Adi Shankaracharya saw the Paduka, he instantly recognized them as his Guru’s. He was filled with abundant joy.

Having found the master he had been searching for, he was thrilled; tears welled out of his eye, and his heart jumped with joy. He composed Guru Paduka Stotram honoring the Paduka of His Guru, Sri Govind Bhagavatpada.

Many saints say that when the disciple is ready, Guru will appear, and one will instantly feel the divine presence. Guru Paduka Stotram is an expression of such experience of a true disciple in beautiful words.

🌟Guru Padhuka Stotram🌟

Anantha samsara samudhra thara naukayithabhyam guru bhakthithabhyam, Vairagya samrajyadha poojanabhyam, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

The crossing of this Endless ocean of samsara (this mundane world) is enabled by the boat that is sincere devotion to Guru Showing me the way to the valuable dominion of renunciation, O dear Guru, I bow to thy holy sandals.

Kavithva varahsini sagarabhyam, dourbhagya davambudha malikabhyam, Dhoorikrutha namra vipathithabhyam, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

Like a full moon for the ocean of the Knowledge, Like downpour of water to put out the fire of misfortunes, Removing the various distresses of those who surrender to them, O dear Guru, I bow to thy holy sandals.

Natha yayo sripatitam samiyu kadachidapyashu daridra varya, Mookascha vachaspathitham hi thabhyam, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

Those who prostrate to the blessed sandals of their Guru become possessors of great wealth and overcome the curse of their poverty very quickly. To such sandals my infinite prostrations.

Naleeka neekasa pada hrithabhyam, nana vimohadhi nivarikabyam, Nama janabheeshtathathi pradhabhyam namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

Attracting us to the Lotus-like feet of our Guru, removing all kinds of desires borne out of ignorance, fulfilling all the desires of the disciple who bows humbly To such sandals, I humbly offer my obeisance.

Nrupali mouleebraja rathna kanthi saridvi raja jjashakanyakabhyam, Nrupadvadhabhyam nathaloka pankhthe, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

Shining like a precious stone adorning the crown of a king They stand out like a beautiful damsel in a river infested with crocodiles They raise the devotees to the state of sovereign emperors, To such sandals, I humbly offer my obeisance.

Papandhakara arka paramparabhyam, thapathryaheendra khageswarabhyam, Jadyabdhi samsoshana vadawabhyam namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

Shining radiantly like the Sun, effacing the endless darkness of the disciples sins, Like an eagle for the snake-like three-fold pains of samsara (this mundane world) like a conflagration of fire whose heat dries away the ocean of ignorance To such supreme sandals of my Guru, I humbly surrender.

Shamadhi shatka pradha vaibhavabhyam, Samadhi dhana vratha deeksithabhyam, Ramadhavangri sthira bhakthidabhyam, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

They endow us with the glorious six qualities like Shama (tranquility) They vow to bless the initiated ones with the ability to go into Samadhi (state of meditative consciousness). Blessing the devotees with permanent devotion for the feet of Lord Vishnu To such divine sandals, I offer my prayers.

Swarchaparana makhileshtathabhyam, swaha sahayaksha durndarabhyam, Swanthacha bhava pradha poojanabhyam, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

Fulfilling all the wishes of the disciples, Who are ever-available and dedicated for service, Awakening the sincere aspirants to the divine state of self-realization, Again and again, prostrate to those sandals of my venerable Guru

Kaamadhi sarpa vraja garudabhyam, viveka vairagya nidhi pradhabhyam, Bhodha pradhabhyam drutha mokshathabhyam, namo nama sri guru padukabhyam.

They are like an eagle for all the serpents of desires, Blessing us with the valuable treasure of discrimination and renunciation, Granting us the knowledge to get instant liberation from the shackles of life, My prostrations to those holy sandals of my Guru.

Guru Paduka Stotram Lyrics in Sanskrit

गुरु पादुका स्तोत्रम्

अनंत संसार समुद्र तार नौकायिताभ्यां गुरुभक्तिदाभ्यां। वैराग्य साम्राज्यद पूजनाभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥१॥

कवित्व वाराशि निशाकराभ्यां दौर्भाग्यदावांबुदमालिक्याभ्यां। दूरीकृतानम्र विपत्तिताभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥२॥

नता ययोः श्रीपतितां समीयुः कदाचिदप्याशु दरिद्रवर्याः। मूकाश्च वाचसपतितां हि ताभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥३॥

नाली कनी काशपदाहृताभ्यां नानाविमोहादिनिवारिकाभ्यां। नमज्जनाभीष्टततिब्रदाभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥४॥

नृपालिमौलि ब्रज रत्न कांति सरिद्विराज्झषकन्यकाभ्यां। नृपत्वदाभ्यां नतलोकपंक्ते: नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥५॥

पापांधकारार्क परंपराभ्यां तापत्रयाहीन्द्र खगेश्वराभ्यां। जाड्याब्धि संशोषण वाड्वाभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥६॥

शमादिषट्क प्रदवैभवाभ्यां समाधि दान व्रत दीक्षिताभ्यां। रमाधवांघ्रि स्थिरभक्तिदाभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥७॥

स्वार्चा पराणामखिलेष्टदाभ्यां स्वाहासहायाक्ष धुरंधराभ्यां। स्वान्ताच्छ भावप्रदपूजनाभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥८॥

कामादिसर्प व्रजगारुडाभ्यां विवेक वैराग्य निधि प्रदाभ्यां। बोध प्रदाभ्यां दृत मोक्ष दाभ्यां नमो नमः श्री गुरु पादुकाभ्यां॥९॥

ऊँ गुरुवे नमः।।🙏🙏🙏

[athenaion]

water, ritual purity, immersion

i. 

i dream of water: being immersed in water, water running down my hands, water washing away the miasma of my life. 

ii.

when i first began honoring the greek gods, i dutifully mixed tap water and salt, lit a bayleaf on fire, doused it in the water, and sprinkled it over my head and neck in my mother’s bathroom. khernips. this would wash away the miasma, and i could approach the theoi with clean hands, with a clean heart.

yet i felt silly, and the droplets would crust over on the mirror, and my mother would later yell at me, ask me what on earth i’d been doing in the bathroom. i looked at the burnt particles of the bayleaf floating at the bottom of the bowl and thought to myself, this doesn’t feel very clean.

i no longer sprinkle myself with khernips when i approach the theoi. instead, i wash my hands, rinse my mouth, and cover my head with a scarf. i dream of lustral water that dances with light, sparkles with purity, as clear as water taken from the mouth of a spring. it is not the khernips of hellenismos. it is something entirely different. 

my world is not made of salt and sea, rocky crags and mediterranean winds. my world is of appalachia, shadowed by endless trees, free flowing rain and landscapes carved by more creeks, streams, and rivers than one could ever imagine.

iii.

i read, enviously, of the jewish custom of mikveh, dreaming of a space where i can go and wash away my own impurities, and emerge, cleansed. i know this is not the complete picture of what mikveh is and what it means to the jewish faithful, but i long for the feeling of stepping slowly into water, thinking of the blessings i have, thinking of that which i want to cut away from me, to be made holy by the embrace of living waters.

it occurs to me that my heritage, hinduism, or at least the hinduism given to me by ethnicity, time, place, and caste, has a rich and storied symbiosis with water as well. 

i think of gangajal, the water from the river ganges, flowing from the tresses of lord shiva’s hair. i think of the penitent and the holy, immersing themselves in the banks of rivers, in temple pools called theertha, prayers on their lips, seeking release from the cycles of this world. i think of ganesh chaturthi, how statues of ganesh are immersed in water to release him back to his heavenly abode; of how both the sacred and profane are carried away, whether through the disintegrating clay of statues, or the ashes of our bones after our deaths, into the water, by ganga, and into the life beyond. i think of the way the priests at the temple offer water as prasad, spiced with saffron, and cardamom, and how the remnant droplets after i’ve drunk are passed over my hair as a blessing. i think how eagerly i’ve always bathed the shiva lingam at the temple, how lovingly i’ve accepted the water flowing from the yoni, and touched it to my throat, my lips, and my forehead.

i am in the united states, and there are no temple pools for me to immerse myself in, no holy rivers beloved by communities over millennia, no worship of the water itself. here, i make jokes about how our rival city has a river that once caught fire, how if you jump into the monongahela river, you’ll grow a third limb, how ew i would never swim in the ohio river...  further west, the indigenous guardians of the land and water we occupy fight for their right for clean water.

water is life. 

i think of what has been taken from me, growing up in the west. i think of how the allegheny, monongahela, and ohio rivers would be deified, as though goddesses like ganga, yamuna, narmada, or whether they would be more like river nymphs. i wonder what the indigenous peoples of the area saw these rivers as, because the peoples who lived here were not static, and some of them have been long lost. i wonder what it would be to worship and honor our three rivers, in their way, in my way.

iv.

we slip into the waters of the allegheny river, and the silt on its banks grabs us, holds us. we fight to cross the threshold into swimming in the allegheny’s waters. though we have swimsuits on, being in a river we never think of unless we’re crossing a bridge carries with it its own kind of nakedness, a re-imagining of what it means to be in pittsburgh, which sparkles just around the bend of the allegheny. above, meteors streak the sky, and we cheerfully keep count of the ones we catch sight of. i try to swim out to the 40th street bridge and am caught in the wake of a passing boat instead. i’ve never felt this deeply connected to my city.

in a lake, lake norman, under a new moon, four of us swim, old friends, each other’s found family, dressed in nothing but each other’s laughter. i am being carried on the back of a man i love but cannot be with; we silently take joy in the feel of our skin against the other’s. i bury my nose in the back of his neck. he squeezes the back of my thigh, in acknowledgement of what is passing unsaid between us. his long-term partner and my best friend are treading water in the distance, giddy with the joy of skinny-dipping in a wine-dark lake. i love him so much, and the warm water lapping at my feet remind me it’s okay to love him, still.

in yet another lake: i ask some friends -- friends i haven’t known for very long, treading in the brisk, late summer waters of skaneateles lake, bathed in only the silvery light of the almost full moon -- ask them what they wanted to let go of, and in the rough ebb and flow of the waters, pushed and pulled by the moon, we let our insecurities and self-hurts be taken away. nothing changes between us, but i feel closer to them, as though we’ve glimpsed each other’s spirits.

v.

as the summer ends, i will dream of being in the water with my friends, over and over and over. soon, it will be too cold to be outside, and artemis will reign as the queen of winter. the waters around me will freeze, and i will forget about them, until artemis’ reign ends and persephone returns from the underworld. 

i will wish for a place to ritually immerse myself. i will battle with the thoughts of properly preparing khernips or creating something that is more personal and profound to me. my spirituality itself feels like a confluence of rivers, endlessly flowing, bringing to my heart the waters of hinduism, the tides of hellenismos, and the waves of my own gnosis. 

i will wonder, dreaming endlessly of floating in water, as a child still in its mother’s womb, what water means to me.

fin.

this reflection inspired by this article: https://www.hinduismtoday.com/environment/indias-profound-kinship-with-water/

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𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝟔𝟎 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ♥

1. Lucia

meaning: light

2. Lydia

meaning: beautiful one

3. Nova

meaning: new

4. Thea

meaning: goddess

5. Amelia

meaning: industriousness

6. Tessa

meaning: to reap, to gather

7. Amara

meaning: beloved, everlasting, grace, eternal

8. Townes

meaning: one who lived in a village

9. Celeste

meaning: heavenly

10. Carys

meaning: love

11. Athena

meaning: goddess of wisdom

12. Maeve

meaning: intoxicating

13. Clara

meaning: bright, clear or famous

14. Lux

meaning: light

15. Waverley

meaning: meadow of quivering aspens

16. Rommany

meaning: a citizen of rome, gypsy

17. Charlotte

meaning: free man

18. Arla

meaning: pledge, oath

19. Adair

meaning: happy spear

20. Koa

meaning: warrior

21. Neeve

meaning: bright, radiant

22. Xavie

meaning: beautiful, rich

23. Ottille

meaning: prosperous in battle, riches, prosperous or wealth

24. Amelie

meaning: industrious

25. Bohemia

meaning: a district inhabited by persons, typically artists, writers, and intellectuals, whose way of life, dress, etc., are generally unconventional or avant-garde

26. Delilah

meaning: delicate

27. Tallulah

meaning: leaping water

28. Meade

meaning: meadow

29. Sasha

meaning: defender, helper of mankind

30. Stella

meaning: star

31. Xavie

meaning: independent

32. Ophelia

meaning: aid

33. Maude

meaning: powerful battler

34. Evelyn

meaning: desired child, island in the water, life, little bird, strength, wished for

35. Xanthe

meaning: yellow

36. Alaska

meaning: great land

37. Octavia

meaning: born eighth

38. Valentina

meaning: healthy, strong

39. Vienna

meaning: forest stream

40. Lolita

meaning: sorrows

41. Novi

meaning: new

42. Bay

meaning: bathe

43. Juliette

meaning: youthful; jove's child

44. Loretta

meaning: the laurel tree or sweet bay tree symbolic of honor and victory

45. Nadine

meaning: showerer of blessings, hope

46. Siena

meaning: orange red

47. Vivienne

meaning: alive

48. Penelope

meaning: weaver

49. Helena

meaning: light or bright

50. Mabel

meaning: lovable, dear

51. Khai

meaning: crowned or royalty

52. Neeva

meaning: another name of river narmada

53. Josephine

meaning: jehovah increases

54. Kobi

meaning: supplanter

55. Coast

meaning: land near the sea

56. Zadie

meaning: prosperous, abundance

57. Daisy

meaning: day's eye

58. Natalie

meaning: birth of the lord

59. Hailey

meaning: hay's meadow

60. Ivy

meaning: climbing evergreen plant

[hinsaa-paramo-dharma]

Adi Shankaracharya

Aryamba didn't knew what to feel. She could not believe that she had just allowed her beloved son Shankara to become a hermit. Shankara had decided to become a hermit in the age when other children are oblivious to the meaning of hermitage. He had learned the teachings of the Vedas and Upanishads even before the age of eight years and had them entirely memorised. Shankara made his mother proud. But of course that didn't mean that she was not reluctant about making her son leave all attachments behind. After she had lost her husband, Shankara was the only one who gave her the purpose to live and now with him too leaving her, how will she be able to survive?

Yes, she had known this day would come. She had known this even before Shankara's birth. Lord Shiva himself had told her this in her dream. She was well informed that her child is an incarnation of Mahadeva too, but a mother's heart still can't bear part from her son no matter if he is the God of Gods. He was still her little Shankara. Her dear son. But he won't be that anymore. Now, he will dedicate his life for the well being of the world. Now, he won't have these worldly relations, he will be a monk, a sanyasi.

Shankara approached his mother to give a last good-bye. He had took off all the jewelleries that Aryamba used to adorn him in, the only things that he had graced himself with was a rudraksh maala and his janeyu. A Saffron dhoti was the only piece of garment he wore. "Mother, it is time for me to leave now." Shankara said. Aryamba knew she couldn't do anything to stop this to happen now. She agreed, fighting back tears. But a few tears slipped from her eyes nonetheless.Shankara reached towards her to wipe them gently and then embraced her in a hug. She pulled apart after a long time and whispered "Will you promise me something, Shankara?". He nodded even before Aryamba could explain further. He wanted to do everything he could to make his mother feel better. She continued "I want you to do my last rites.". A hermit is not allowed to take participation in any event that is related to the worldly relations he has left, it is considered impure and is condemned in society but even if he knew this, Shankara didn't reneged on the promise. He hugged her one last time and then left, leaving the illusions behind to embrace the real world.

Shankara needed a mentor, a guru to guide him through the scriptures and teach him the actual means to connect with the divine. After walking a long distance of 2000 kilometres he arrived in Omkareshwar near the banks of the holy Narmada. There, he was informed that there was an enlightened sage, Govinda Bhagvadpada who was deep in meditation in a cave by the Narmada. Shankara wanted to meet the Rishi and pray to him to become his guru. As he was making his way towards the cave believed to be the place where the sage is in, the waves of the Narmada started rising up. In only a matter of seconds, the waves turned so violent that the nearby places got flooded. The peasants present there started screaming and crying for help as the waves grew so much that they reached the adjacent village. All except Shankara. He didn't felt terrified even if the waves came close to him, as they came close to the Rishi 's cave. The soul is eternal at the end, what would a river do to harm it? One's spirit belongs to the supreme reality, the pram bhrama himself that makes one's soul more powerful than anything in this materialistic world, so why would did river terrify him? He took his kamandalu and put it in front of the Narmada. The river calmed down immediately. Govinda Bhagvadpada had witnessed it all with his eyes. He could not believe that a child can have this much power to calm the mighty Narmada. He felt divine, like a call from God himself. Govinda Bhagvadpada was astonished. He approached Shankara, stunned. Shankara bowed down to him and after blessing him, he asked "Who are you?"

Govinda Bhagvadpada did not knew that the answer to his question will become the beginning of a new philosophy, a verse that will start the Advaita, a verse that will enlighten the whole world about what atman is.

मनोबुद्ध्यहङ्कार चित्तानि नाहं

न च श्रोत्रजिह्वे न च घ्राणनेत्रे ।

न च व्योम भूमिर्न तेजो न वायुः

चिदानन्दरूपः शिवोऽहम् शिवोऽहम् ॥

Neither am I the mind nor intelligence or ego,

Neither am I the organs of hearing (ears), nor that of tasting (tongue), smelling (nose) or seeing (eyes),

Neither am I the sky, nor the earth, neither the fire nor the air,

I am Shiva, the supreme auspiciousness of the nature of consciousness-bliss.

I am Shiva, the auspiciousness.

[themysticalbookletsworld]

Sparkling River Narmada is flowing inside me

On the surface of that water...a lotus is floating with delight

I feel the transitions of the seasons...O girl...you are the reason for all these

With you...the river currents are overflowing

A twinkling star is swimming in that stream of water

This is a glittering gift of golden flowers for her...Her name is Gold; That which Shines

With the peace spread...you are my life...and my everything

My breath has turned into a possession of yours...My dear...I have become you

Something is troubling me...a secret close to me

It has revealed itself by melting down the darkness...it is your innocent smile

The place you stand would gain priceless value

The path you walk by would turn into a path of snow

Accompany me to my home...you would appreciate me after taking a look around my home

Without knowing who she is...do not follow her like her shadow

This may be a dream...reality or just an illusion...but my heart has rendered itself to you

You have stolen the sleep off my eyes...sprinkling desires over me

Moving ahead of you...the gliding breeze would change its direction

When you want me to stop...my feet would not take any further step

The flowers decked in your hair would not wither any day

I never wished for a hug

My life and My world is with you

This is the minute that is bothering me

If I accept that you do not exist...My heart would not tolerate...

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jagadeka veerudu athiloka sundari - part two

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(this one's a little little longer, so yeah. enjoy :D - Juhi <3)

The kingdoms of Mahishmati, Kuntala, Sundarsi and a lot more of their neighbours were blessed by the gods to prosper and conquer. Mahishmati had the grace of the mighty goddess Durga, who according to Bhallaladeva also cherished his cousin over him. Which was the reason why the goddess had accepted Bahu’s blood over Bhalla’s buffalo as sacrifice in their war against the Kalakeyas.

He of course, never openly expressed his distaste for the unfair treatment by the goddess when Bahubali was alive, but after everything was out of his way, he would go and sit by the statue of the goddess, staring at her divine idol.

“You’ve always favoured Bahu, haven’t you?” He muttered once, slightly intoxicated but aware of his thoughts and actions. “You, as the mother watching over us all, liked him more than me, who is also your son. You gave him my mother, you gave him the people’s love, you gave him the girl I fell for and a death befitting a king too. And what did I get? A cripple for a father who only filled my mind and heart with poison. And now,” he stood up, glaring at the goddess who gazed back at him almost sympathetically, “I’ll poison the rest of the world.”

As he walked away from the goddess that day, he didn’t realise he was turning his back to who could’ve been his saving resort. Durga Maa watched him silently and sighed to herself. 

Like Mahishmati, Sundarsi was devoted to Lord Shiva, who actively showered his blessings and love onto the kingdom, ensuring Sundarsi’s consistent power and prosperity. Sundarsi grew as a queen-ruled kingdom where Shiva himself would choose the new queen and write her destiny as a prophecy for the kingdom to know, appearing a day before the new crown princess was born by their sacred book written in gold.

When Aarya was born, there was no four lined prophecy like her predecessors; she instead received a question written in blood red- “Will it not be?” which worried her parents and the rest of the royal family. Aarya grew up with her parents not wanting her to be queen, hoping for one of her little sisters to turn out as the heir apparent instead of her. Aarya didn’t mind, she trusted her Mahadev fully.

Aarya turned into a young princess well versed in arts, both performing and martial, while her sisters Aradhya and Abhaya were scientific and mathematical geniuses. Realising that the kingdom was going to safe hands, both the King and Queen passed away peacefully in their sleep together, leaving Aarya responsible for Sundarsi.

But the question and its hidden meaning never settled well with Aarya, waking her up in the middle of the night covered in cold sweat countless times. She walked to her balcony again, a day before her coronation, drenched in sweat as she watched the nearly full Moon shine bright in the clear sky, the cool breeze making her shiver and curl into herself. The next day was the biggest day of her life, and she was possibly going to meet her biggest problem too. Aarya sighed to herself, walking back inside. It was going to be a long coronation.

— — —

When Bhalla arrived at Sundarsi with his father and Kattappa, he had expected a lot of things, but what he saw was clearly different. Sundarsi greeted him on the banks of Narmada, a beauty with such stark contrast from Mahishmati that it took his breath away. Other than the palace which was visible from the banks, every house was built monotonously in the same beige with brown roofs, while the palace stood tall on top of hills that seemed to never end, waterfalls spouting from them.

Bijjaladeva walked up to his son and stared up at the palace in awe, not a sound leaving him. Sundarsi guards and their prime minister greeted them with folded hands and led them to their carriages, Kattappa closely following behind. “The princess wanted to apologise for not arriving herself to pick you up,” Anjasi looked at Bhalla with a tight smile. “She’s been busy with the preparations of the coronation and is actually also not allowed to leave the palace until the end of the ceremony.”

Bhalla nodded wordlessly and looked out his carriage, watching people bow to Anjasi and turning to him with a hostile expression. He quickly realised that the Queen-to-be might have invited him to her kingdom, but the people didn’t want him there. And he knew why too, which made things uncomfortable for him in ways he couldn’t fathom.

“It’s beautiful, your kingdom.” He said as he watched a kid play with stones in front of his house, the stones miraculously holding their position despite how they were placed. With one rock in his hand, the kid managed to make the stones scatter violently, an almost electric shockwave passing through them all.

“Thank you very much, Your Majesty. We will be arriving at the palace shortly, please rest.” Bijjaladeva moved closer to Bhalla and Anjasi got out of their carriage to go to hers, and whispered, “This kingdom is glowing Bhalla, have you noticed? These fools have given their scum some of their magic too, instead of protecting it like us.”

Bhalla silently watched the townsfolk and their activities, the atmosphere of Sundarsi so opposed to what he had grown accustomed to in Mahishmati. Kattappa behind their carriage on his horse watched Sundarsi with a wistful smile, knowing Bahu would have loved to see this kingdom so much. 

As they reached the palace, Bhalla observed the place with an unreadable expression on his face. The palace that he heard the townsfolk call Mahadev Mahal truly seemed like it was built for Lord Shiva, the air in the palace chilly and the colours around him cool and grounding. Where Mahishmati had statues of elephants, Sundarsi had lions and bulls around the palace, all of the people inside dressed in grey and silver as they greeted the prime minister, passing him almost scathing glances while they bowed to him too. Bijjaladeva cleared his throat, turning to glare at Anjasi as they all walked further inside the massive palace. “It seems like your people are not the most welcoming, Mantri. We are getting nothing other than anger and hostility from them.”

“We’d like it if you referred to our prime minister with respect, Your Majesty. It’s Mantriji, not just Mantri.” The voice made them all turn as they saw two girls walking towards them. Anjasi dropped onto her knees, all guards bowing instantly as the girls smiled at Bhalla and his father. Anjasi stood up and smiled, turning to the men. “Meet princesses Aradhya and Abhaya, Her Majesty’s sisters.” 

Bijjaladeva smiled, or more like sneered at them while Bhalla just looked at them. The girls stared back with neutral faces as Bijjaladeva’s smile melted away. “If you insist, shall we go in now, Mantri… ji? I believe the palace tour is still left.” Anjasi merely nodded and gestured to them to follow her as they all walked through the palace, passing by the temple in the middle when Bhalla stopped, staring at the temple. Anjasi followed his gaze and smiled, walking to stand beside him. 

“That’s our Mahadev temple, built in honour of our Queen-to-be’s birth. Would you like to see it, Your Majesty?” Bhalla nodded as they all walked inside, praying to the huge idol of Lord Shiva inside. Bhalla opened his eyes first, the moment the scent of sandalwood and hibiscus hit him. Another woman, perhaps the most heavenly woman he had ever laid his eyes on, walked out from behind the idol of Mahadev, pouring milk onto the statue as she murmured prayers under her breath.

His father opened his eyes too, scoffing as he turned to Anjasi. “I didn’t know even priests in your kingdom were women, Mantriji. Women sure are put on a high pedestal here aren’t they?” Anjasi frowned, opening her eyes, before all Sundarsi citizens around them dropped onto their knees, heads down.

“That’s Her Majesty, our Queen-to-be Aarya.” Bijjaladeva’s eyes widened as they both turned to Aarya, who still kept washing the idol with milk. She stepped back and folded her hands, praying for a while before bending down and taking a little of the sandalwood near Lord Shiva’s feet to apply it on the neck, walking out of the mandir.

She smiled at everyone, folding her hands and greeting Bhalla and his father. “Your idea is actually not bad, Your Majesty. Female priests are there in our kingdom but not in this temple, maybe I should have a word with our head priest regarding it.” her remark made Bijjaladeva flush as Bhalla kept staring at her, all air seemingly knocked out of his chest. Aarya patiently smiled at him and looked down, her smile widening just a little as she stepped towards him, resting her palm on his still folded hands. “You don’t have to do that to me, Your Majesty. We pray to Gods, not to each other.” Bhalla’s eyes widened as he looked down, dropping his hands to his sides. He cleared his throat, straightening as he towered over her. She greeted everyone else and turned to Anjasi. 

“Have them escorted to their rooms by our general, Mantriji, I need you for a little while. After our work, I’ll show our guests around myself.” She smiled one last time at Bhalla before leaving, only pausing in front of Kattappa. “I heard tales of your skill and valour, Senadhipatiji, would you do me the honour of sparring with me once? Only when you’re free, of course.”

Kattapa’s eyes widened as he nodded once, bowing to Aarya. “Of course, Your Majesty. Whenever you’d like.” Aarya nodded and walked off with Anjasi as Sadhana walked forward, bowing once to everyone. “Allow me to escort you, Your Majesty. Your rooms are on the top floor.” 

Bhalla’s eyes drifted back to the corridor the princess went through as he walked to his room, heart racing.

— — — 

The coronation was the grandest Bhallaladeva had witnessed, much more so than when he had been crowned and Bahu was made Senadhipathi and the kingdom cheered for him. His eyes stayed unblinking on Aarya throughout the ceremony as she knelt and prayed to the black statue of Kala Bhairava, moving to drink a golden liquid from a chalice while the crown was placed on her head. She glowed amongst the others in the ceremony, her royal black and golden saree shimmering after she drank the liquid.

He also noticed how he, his father and Kattappa were the only outsiders in the ceremony, everyone else a citizen of the kingdom cheering and roaring for their new Queen. Bijjaladeva rolled his eyes and turned to his son. “These pathetic people don’t even know that soon this will all be under us, that this queen of theirs will just be our puppet.” Bhalla sighed and offered a glass of wine to his father. “Just shut up, drink and watch, will you?”

Aarya smiled as she approached Bhalla, nodding at both of the seated men. She turned to Kattappa and frowned, pulling a chair out beside Bhallaladeva and motioning for him to sit. He shook his head once, feeling Bhalla and his father stare at him as Aarya sighed.

“You have to sit when you eat with everyone, Senadhipathiji.” 

“I’m of lower birth, Your Majesty. We can’t sit amongst our kings and eat.” 

Aarya’s frown deepened as she cast Bijjaladeva a glance, before taking Kattappa’s hand and leading him to a seat drawn out beside Anjasi and Sadhana. “You can sit beside people of your rank and value, right? Because I frankly don’t understand upper and lower birth. Sit beside my army general, Senadhipathiji. Please.”

Bhalla followed Aarya’s every movement as she forced Kattappa to sit and got the food, serving it to him with a smile. She got to Bhalla and his father and served to his father first, moving to him when he smirked, leaning back. 

“I didn’t know your people were so accommodating of everyone, Aarya.” Everyone froze, eyes wide as they registered Bhalla’s words. Anjasi and Sadhana stood up, Bijjaladeva shocked and Kattappa aghast as the air held its breath, all eyes moving to Aarya. She looked up once, a small smile on her face as she served Bhalla his food. “You learn new things everyday, Bhallaladeva. It’s not too late, really.” 

Bhalla’s smirk widened as she straightened, the smile leaving her face as she walked off. Bijjaladeva gulped his wine and glared at his son. “Did you-” “I tested the queen, Nanna. And I was right. This one's a fighter, and she’s deadlier than the akandas she uses to worship Mahadev.”

Bhalla’s eyes stayed on the queen for the rest of the feast, his smirk ever present whenever Aarya’s eyes met his. 

— — — 

“I’ll be there with our guests as they go to their rooms, don’t worry.” Aarya smiled at Kattappa who nodded and took a few steps back as she walked beside Bijjaladeva and Bhallaladeva, her own guards trailing behind Kattappa. Bijjaladeva cleared his throat and turned to Aarya, a sickly sweet smile on his face. “The ceremony was wonderful, really. We have never seen a spectacle so grand, that too just for a coronation of a queen.”

“We respect our queens here. Why do you think no one has been able to conquer us?” Bhalla glared at his father and nudged him to the side, looking at Aarya. “I’m sure there is another reason why you’ve invited us to your coronation. It can’t be just to see your beautiful kingdom.” Aarya smiled, opening a door and turning to Kattappa. “Isn’t this your room?” he nodded and walked in, casting a last glance at them. Aarya remained silent even after Bijjaladeva was sent into his room, and only then she finally turned to Bhalla.

“You’re right, it’s not just to see my kingdom or witness how grand coronations get here.” The smile left her face as she stepped closer to him, not caring about the proximity. “Stop trying to learn about Sundarsi and what we can or can’t do, this kingdom is never going to be yours. Stop dreaming about conquering us like you did your neighbours, Your Majesty, it’s futile.”

Aarya turned to leave, but stopped at his words. “Even if I say I’ll make you my Queen? And in Mahishmati you wouldn’t be a queen, you’d be an Empress.” Bhalla noticed the torches and lights flickering in the corridor as he approached her, Aarya’s back still to him. “You’d live a life so royal none of this could compare, I promise you that. Sundarsi could never offer you what I can give you.” 

Aarya turned back to him, the blizzard stone in her necklace glowing dangerously as she glared at him. “I thought you were trying to test my patience when you called me by my name today, but it turns out you’re an actual fool. My loyalty lies with my people and their prosperity, not with power and luxury like you. So go propose this idea to some little girl who’s naive enough to listen.”

Bhalla laughed as Aarya stormed off, her saree vanishing from his sight as his words echoed in the corridor. “Let’s see who will win this game, Aarya.”

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