#sambhavami

[thegleamingmoon]

Radha, the sun drips gold across her skin, in her eyes, a deep pool of mystery. as the wind carries whispers of him, Krishna, woven in the rustle of leaves, in the call of the peacocks, in the hush before dusk, in her blissful self. She is the stillness in the storm, the yearning that knows no bounds, Her heart beats in rhythms only she can hear, a melody of love and longing, unanswered yet full, like the monsoon clouds filled with rain, waiting to fall, waiting to kiss the earth with surrender. She is not just a lover, not just a name carried on songs. She is the pause between breaths, the question wrapped in silence, a soul with an untold story. The world sees her devotion, but there is a quiet rebellion in her love— a love that dares to exist, beyond words, beyond promises. In her silence, the world hears her love, in her waiting, the universe finds its balance. she waits, not for return, not for assurance, but for the moment when the river and sky will merge and she will know she was always enough.

@harinishivaa @ramayantika @ahamasmiyodhah @houseofbreadpakoda @krsnaradhika @kaal-naagin @chaliyaaa @lilygotabunchofflowers @sambhavami @sambaridli @achyutapriya

[stxrrynxghts]

Re-watching Star Plus Mahabharat (4/?)

DISCLAIMER: Whatever I say in this is about the CHARACTERS as per the way this SHOW showed them. The show=/= The Ved Vyasa Mahabharata. Don't want any more controversies, lmao. IF I mention any canon event, I will state IT. So pls, DNI if you can't handle a joke/criticism.

Bhishma realizing he did wrong after the wedding. BHAI PLS RETHINK YOUR DECISIONS PLS

abhi to tumhe aur bure decisions lene hain beta

Not Ganga saying "oh beta u did right" NO HE DID NOT QUEEN PLS KICK UR SON'S ASS

Why is her arm held at a 90 degree angle its WEIRD

Bro if you werent going to attack Gandhar then why did u show up with your entire army

Not him saying that he would never violate a woman's decisions

Bhishma should be like: IVE PLAYED THESE GAMES BEFORE

Didnt know Bhishma's kartavya included being a matchmaker

Okay but why is Ambika so salty towards Ambalika? How cliche!

Matlab u show the "villains" ki granny as a greyish woman, and the "heroes" ki granny as a good, innocent one, when canon never even suggests so! Besides, more than Ambalika, we have more instances of AMBIKA being the one who gets manipulated and sweet talked into stuff!!

Ambika slander will not be tolerated!!!!!! *transcends into divine Amba mode*

Dhri u sadist fuck did i mention that i hate u

Gandhari baby what makes u think that your pati will do his kartavya

suhaagraat hai, biwi ko daant raha hu main~~~~~

So we resorting to physical violence now?

So the directors decided to show how Ambalika is such a loving mom who js cares for Pandu's happiness while Ambika is happy because Dhri is becoming King. Another way to show contrast. You fucks.

Vidur, your gyaan is nice, but where did this go when the same man was made temporary king?

SHAKUNI IS SO SALTY I LOVE IT

TBH if they werent going to crown Dhri, then what does Gandhar get out of this marriage? Marriage to a blind dude who doesnt gaf about their princess, and who wont even become King?

Yes Dhri, you are incomplete. Incomplete by sense of buddhi.

NO GANDHARI DONT GO AFTER THAT POS

SO DHRI IS RAM AND PANDU IS BHARAT? WHAT LVL OF FUCK-

Not SP MB using the same soundtrack for every rajyabhishek

Shakuni needs tHeRaPy

Since these 2 didn't have a sister, Shakuni became the kaleshi bua instead o_O

Maharaj. Hastinapur ka MAHARAJ, not Samrat.

Shakuni throwing shade at Dhri YAAS GO KWEEN

Why are Kuru men such horrible husbands?

Is that...a map of the Indian subcontinent?

Hastinapur in MP, Kunti and Vidarbha in Karnataka, Vindhyanchal in Andhra, Deccan is in Kerala, Panchal is in Bihar, Kosala, Matsya and Chedi in WB, NE and Bangladesh, Magadha, Videha and Anga are in Myanmar and China, Gandhar and Madra in Balochistan, REST OF NORTH INDIA EMPTY-

Attaching this because this is the biggest piece of dogshit that I've ever seen. Also Gujarat ko kya hua? *angry Kokila noises*

Bhishma, sweetie, Vidarbha is NOT dakshina! It's in amcha Maharashtra-

ALSO WHYYY IS SATYAVATI JUDGING RAJKUMARIS SO BAD?

Um sorry to say this, but if YOU, an uneducated fishergirl (especially from royal standards) are capable of having worthy sons and being queen, so can the princesses of other kingdoms.

YAY WHY FEAR WHEN MOMMY IS HERE

They're going to center Kunti's entire personality around Karna...

Kunti has a BROTHER?!

Satyavati, aap bhi to us fisherman ki adopted daughter ho

Never forget your own origins...

UMMM KUNTIBHOJ IS LITERALLY YADAVA HIMSELF?!!!

Why is Kunti's friend so controlling? GURL IT'S HER LIFE WHY U FORCING HER TO KEEP A SECRET

Surya: fangirling time done, time for babyyyy

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BHAI DEKH LENA PLS

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Yugandhar liveblog part 3

I broke my record today, for the past two parts I was only able to read 6-7 pages in one sitting, but today I read 18 pages in one sitting, and I'm super happy about it!!

It's so idk how to describe it, but the descriptions of olden style kitchen utensils reminded me of my grandmother's kitchen. I realized then that I do know a lot of the words, I had just forgotten them after moving out and us getting a new kitchen setup which didn't contain a lot of traditional utensils.

The names Yashoda uses for Krishna, "Chhakulya", "Sonya" are nicknames I was called as a kid. My cousin had told me that the first section was going to be very cute and I had not counted on it being THIS cute... or nostalgic, more like.

I noticed a similarity with Mrityunjay here... Radha tells Karna to not play by the river much, and Yashoda also tells Krishna to not play by the yamuna that much. Now. They're both little shits who disobeyed that thing but ig that's another similarity.

I was reminded of @sambhavami's fortune teller scene when I read that same scene in this and then I checked when Shri Krishna serial was released, was a solid 6 years before this book got published. That scene has(possibly) inspired so many people, damn. I feel like I need to watch that. But yeah, that monologue went on for 3-ish pages and I had to work REALLY hard to not lose track or get bored.

We're BACK to framing Krishna as a thinker/philosopher in this and I am eating that shit up.

We're deifying Krishna from the time he's a baby and I am NAWT here from it. I'd have loved it more if it was gradual.

SANKUDADA. that's it that's the next bullet point

EKANANGA REP MY BELOVED. 3 MENTIONS OF HER IN A SINGLE PAGE. was the author thinking, "surhut can have eka scenes. as a treat." before I was even born?? This shit is so cute mannnnn, lemme quote the lines "I began to turn, but stopped when I felt someone- a little kid- grab my leg. That was my little sister, about two years old, the sister who called me kutnadada and whom I loved more than life, Ekananga- ekaa. She never used to leave my side. She smiled so sweetly that I couldn't help but pick her up. I kissed her forehead and ruffled her hair and handed her off to dada."

Hmm I don't like the part about names in mathura seeming familiar to him or him having spidey senses for Devaki. idk man it's weird

Ok I have now acquired lots of inspo for Gopaverse and ohot and my other wip about Sutasoma as well. I'm so glad

The friends' overreverance also reads very weird. Dude don't start that shit so soon, wait until he's killed a few monsters... But I have a feeling that isn't going to be included in this. Issok valid but it still feels a bit rushed. Then again our working assumption is that he is telling this while on his deathbed so I can forgive the pacing ig.

The radha scenes either feel awkward or I am too aroace for this shit

ANOTHER similarity btwn Mrityunjay and Yugandhar: The DELICIOUS internal conflict. The barrage of questions they get about themselves their identity and their place in the world.

FINALLY the wrestling scenes are starting thank you sir for giving me excellent worldbuilding I love this. I've tabbed this for both worldbuilding AND character(Bheem, Vishoka, Panchalya, Sutasoma) building.

"I felt like the entirety of Gokul was my home now.

ok stopping for now, will continue later. It's also finals month in April so next post will be late

Part 1 Prev

Obligatory song rec: halla dhoom dhadakka- Pandavaas

[blackknight-100]

@sambhavami's Devayani and Madhavi posts have brought back my obsession with them. I've reblogged and rambled in the tags endlessly, however between these and the Sharmistha post, I keep making myself miserable by thinking about Shukra. Poor man, he tried his best, you can tell, but his best is never enough. Not for his side to win decisively against the Devas, not for his wife/lover to remain with him, not even to save his daughter.

Like. The whole story starts because he sees a beautiful woman and gets together with her, and they have a daughter, and for a while they are so, so happy. And then he's realises, oh, I'm running from my duty to my people, and wants to return, but Jayanti his wife will not come, not when she of the Devas (the enemy, the enemy), not when she loves her father, not when her father is the king of gods, able to come down on them like a ton of bricks.

So she leaves. But no matter, he has his daughter, and it's not a consolation, it's a whole trophy. If this separation was a battle he has already won (it wasn't supposed to be a battle between them). He calls her Devayani, so she knows she might follow the path of her mother's people, so she has something of her mother even if he cannot give her Jayanti herself. Which is fine. She's sweet, she's beautiful, she's growing up fast and he loves her. It's not as well as can be but it's not all bad.

And then Brihaspati's son shows up. He's not even bad, is the thing. Shukra can be unhappy with his closeness to his daughter if he had any tangible evils but he doesn't. The Danavas kill him anyway, and his daughter comes begging and he sees at once what the gods want, knows that they will get it. It takes three tries. Shukra would be angry at his daughter's infatuation, but Kacha turns her down, and no greater punishment may be rendered by Shukra's hand.

Her grief turns to simmering rage and bitter pride. She quarrels with her friends, and speaks ill words to a companion who tongue has as many knives as her own. She is hurt, she is rescued, and now she weeps at the city gates, asking "Are you a sycophant? Are we beggars? Leave me here, if that is so."

"No," he says, "we are not. I will see you are compensated."

The compensation is a girl enslaved.

Shukra keeps failing.

His daughter finds another man to chase, and for a while Shukra is happy, because this king loves her, and there are grandchildren to dote on, and he has warned Yayati away from Sharmistha while asking him to care for her in the same breath.

And yet love makes traitors of all men, and Devayani returns to him in tears. He should not have been surprised. He too was once a traitor. That guilt is his rage, and his rage is blind, and he curses.

"Father," Yayati says, "how can your daughter be happy when I am old? What woman wants her lord unmanned?"

Shukra cannot take back the curse, but he can offer a caveat. Yayati leaves. He hears of the outcome from others, the change in inheritance. He looks out to the path outside his home. Devayani does not come again.

She is happy, he tells himself. She knows to come to me if she is not.

The thought is not as convincing as he would like it to be.

Devayani does not return.

Hope dies last, but hope dies as well, and Shukra leaves. From the corner of his eye he sees a girl by the side of the road, her face turned away. The curve of her chin reminds him of a distant dream, but when he looks closer, she is gone.

.

.

(There is a girl in the forest, bedecked in jewels.

Jayanti! He almost calls. Devayani!

But no, it is not them. A maiden remarkably of their appearance, but not them. Not his daughter, not his wife.

"Who are you?" he asks anyway.

"Madhavi, daughter of Yayati," she says, and tells her tale, and Shukra thinks he will never know the end of this bone-deep grief, of Devayani's sorrow.

Jayanti, he thinks despairingly, even now, even after so many years. Jayanti, what do I do?

Jayanti is not here. Madhavi is, though, so he asks her, "What do you want?"

"To live," she says. "To be like them." She points at the herd of deer running past. "To be free."

Shukra wants to shake her, to demand she tell him who gave her that stupid boon, so he can find them and curse them; he wants her to tell him to go slay the kings and her sons, to pull Yayati down from Jayanti's Swarga by his ankles and rip him apart, but he has asked her what she wants, and she has answered.

"I will show you, if you will it," he offers.

"I would be honoured."

Madhavi bows, and when she rises, she is princess no more. In her place is an ascetic to be, free as the deer, Mrigacharini.)

(Later, she gives her virtues to her fallen father, smiling, sending him to where her mother so dearly wished to go.

"He is my father," Madhavi says. "They are my sons. It is our duty."

There was once a woman who loved, whose sons did not honor their father as he willed. There was once a woman he loved, and she had a little girl, who grew up to have another little girl, and they were all the same.

There was once a man who loved greedily, viciously, clawing on to all he named his own. There was once a man whose hands reached out and took and took and took. And there was another who would take nothing.

There were so many men and women and he has lost count of them all.

Shukra turns away, unable to contain his bitterness. His little girl is gone, but Devayani remains anyway.)

[krishna-sangini]

IMPORTANT

Hello, sakhis! Some of you might remember that I started a Janmashtami fic last year which I was to post this year. The fic is almost complete, but I lost the names of the people who had given me 🥲 I changed phones so yeah...

Now, I need 8 people to give in their names for the fic again! I'll be taking the first 8 names only!!! Fast fast kar do pleaseeeeeee!!!

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[chaanv]

Fave literature(both adaptation/retelling and also academic) about the mahabharat?

Hi. :)

When it comes to academic literature, I tend to refer to BORI and Gita Press the most.

It has been a while since I read a formally published adaptation (aside from most of the Aryavarta Chronicles and Pandava Quintet books). I’ve focused more on my writing, peers’ fics, articles, etc. for the past 7-8 years, so I can’t think of any such book that I would still LOVE today, you know? I do remember liking Yuganta and Yajnaseni (by Pratibha Ray) at the time, though, but need to reread. I am also in the US, so sometimes can’t access certain literature.

I usually gravitate towards Draupadi’s pov (surprising, huh?)… I think POI deterred me from this category a little bit. :/

ANYWAY, I have loved content from:

@avani008

@heyifinallyhaveablog

@sambhavami

@theramblergal

in recent years. ❤️ (There are more, but I’m blanking rn.)

[heyifinallyhaveablog]

The Defeated

Ah! I'm back again today! I just hope that I can keep up with this writing schedule, and get back to writing, well, just writing.

The taglist remains :P (This is just me peeping in:)

@demonkidpliz @vidhurvrika @bleedinknight @chaanv (Ugh, I know post-War headcanons are just SO HARD!) @thepanipurisimp @sambhavami @phandomoftheowl @kalpansh @pratigyakrishnaki @fafulous, @alwaysthesideofwonder.

And anyone else here. Heaven knows I've forgotten such a lot.

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Fandom: Mahabharat/StarPlus Mahabharat

Pairings: Bheema/Draupadi

Warnings: Mentions of War | PTSD | Trauma | Bloodshed

Summary: The Second Pandava deals with ghosts of the War. Alone.

Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, based on an idea I had while reading C. Rajagopalachari's version of the Mahabharata. But I do have to say this, this has a lot to offer that is different from the Mahabharata that is actually popular. I just hope that this resonates with the readers, and you read this, and find this worth your time and your feedback. Please leave a short comment or a like, whatever you may deem fit. And as always!

THANK YOU!

Notes:

Bheema here has been addressed as Paartha, though of course, the name Paartha, is mostly (read: always) been applied to Arjuna. But, I've been listening to Ami Ganatra a lot for the past few months, and that's where this little trivia of a factoid comes from. Paartha, is actually another honorific for 'son/s of Pritha'. Hence, technically, all of the Pandavas, in general, and three of them, in particular, have been addressed as Paartha (much like Kaunteya), somewhere or the other. And of course, if anyone has any corrections/additions, please let me know, and they shall be made accordingly. (Whenever corporate doesn't decide to mess my life up, as it has for the past four years)

Link to the previous chapter: Here

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Chapter 2:

The Silences

“Should we have returned to the forest, Paartha?” she inquires.

The quietude doesn’t lessen the storm. If anything, the tumult is aggravated, with sharp pincers threatening to pierce ever-festering wounds, ripe with blood, pus, and the perpetual stench of death.

Bheema doesn’t know the answer either. Hence, he chooses to let the venomous silence be the answer to her question. 

“I could never ask the Emperor,” Draupadi sighed.

“I taught Nakula and Sahadeva how to swim,” his voice is gentle, and seems to come from far away, “under Father’s supervision, of course” he continued. Out of nowhere, she remembered a conversation between them in the days of yore, when they were in Indraprastha.

***

“No matter what one might say, Panchaali,” his eyes shone bright with anticipation as he fed her with his right hand, all the while caressing her swollen belly, heavily pregnant with his child.

“We’d been the happiest when we were in the forest, with our Father and Mothers,” he’d confessed to her, “If we’re lucky to spare the time again, I would love this one,” he pressed her bump ever-so-slightly, so as just to elicit a kick of approval from his child, “to see where we used to live after we were born, and meet his Elder Brother in Ekachakra.”

The Luck that Bheema had wished for, didn’t deign them her visit, in the foreseeable future.

Only, the circumstances were of Her own choosing.

***

“Where did you station the boy?,” he attempts to focus on a confabulation.

“In the stables,” she answers him easily, “Nakula shall train and supervise him directly.”

“Good.” pat comes the relieved reply.

“Did you know his father?” she asks of him, yet again.

“I knew his father, and his grandfather before him,” Bheema replies.

He feels her nodding in the dark. 

“Our debt remains unpaid,” he absent-mindedly breathes out. Panchaali knows -

- That this is her turn to listen.

[thegleamingmoon]

❛ For in your name, all worlds unite, In your presence, all hearts take flight. Madhava, with your love so true, We sing our devotion, only to you. ❜

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[jukti-torko-golpo]

So me and my partner @darkhiddenspark ....we are trying to make a version of Aigiri Nandini. We are still in the sound designing phase. So this is the first trial. Let us know your thoughts. Hopefully by this year we will be able to make it fully.

Also it ends very randomly and there are a few seconds of full silence lol.

Sorry for randomly tagging but : @callonpeevesie @ramayantika @your-favourite-skittles @sambhavami @medusasprotegedaughter @shaonsim @raat-jaaga-paakhi @mitraavarunaa @charcoalowl @saqinama

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Yugandhar liveblog part 4:

Okay so I read 15 pages yesterday night and a bit more today afternoon, the plot has progressed!!

y'all are getting a gopa universe fic soon, I annotated SO MUCH

again with the overreverence of kid krishna? be frrrrrr

One thing I don't like is using posh language even when Krishna is describing gokul/vrindavan, I would have liked it if some more informal language was used. Do language fuckery!!!!!!

Okay they moved to another village because of some wild animals and diseases in the crop, new village was called Vrindavan.

All of my annotations for the Radha-krishna sections read something like, *long sigh*, *longer sigh*, WHYY. *drags hand down face*, *screams into pillow* NOnononononononoooo, 'aight im too aroace for this crap'. It's written very weirdly, okay? @rishabhaa reminded of your annotations.

"Humans overthink way too much" SOOOOO TRUE BESTIEE

yay. cute krishna and balaram moment

raas tym! I liked this one.

Pretty prose, radha is actually NOT written weirdly for once in this section!

Weirdly written radha striking once again

Akrur is here along with his chariot and the first thing our guy asks him is "damn your chariot is so large how did it manage to cross the river?"

Krishna has found out the truth, he's feeling validated about his spidey senses.

Akrur is now telling them how shitty kamsa is.

@sambhavami I am HEAVILY being reminded of your fic right now.

If I had a nickel for every time Krishna told balaram "get your shit together because I have no one but you and I need you"

The farewells. EMOSHUS. EMOTIONS. I LOVE THE ANGST. Also several krur-akrur puns.

Yashoda poor bby.... I am hugging you.

[krishna-sangini]

Y'ALL MY GLITCH HAS BEEN SORTED OUT AND I'LL BE SPAMMING Y'ALL IN THE DMS NOWWWWWWW!!!!!!

@cheolliepdf @krishneswari @krishna-priyatama @kanhapriya @celestesinsight @sambhavami @idllyastuff AND EVERYONE WHO HELPED ME OUT!!!

[heyifinallyhaveablog]

The Defeated

Ah! Yes! I'm borderline proud of myself for finally not being lazier than I already am, and coming down to post this, and keeping my adherence to the schedule.

AND!

HAPPY DIWALI! <3

The taglist remains :D

@chaanv @vidhurvrika @bleedinknight @ambidextrousarcher @melancholicmonody @demonkidpliz @stxrrynxghts @sambhavami @alwaysthesideofwonder, and anyone else here. Lord knows how much I've forgotten, and trying to remember.

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Fandom: Mahabharar | Star Plus Mahabharat

Pairings: Bheema/Draupadi

Warnings: Mentions of War | PTSD | Trauma | Bloodshed

Summary: The Second Pandava deals with ghosts of the War. Alone.

Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction, based on an idea I had while reading C. Rajagopalachari’s version of the Mahabharata. But I do have to say this, this has a lot to offer that is different from the Mahabharata that is actually popular. I just hope that this resonates with the readers, and you read this, and find this worth your time and your feedback. Please leave a short comment or a like, whatever you may deem fit. And as always!

THANK YOU!

Note: Whatever the character says here, comes from a deep place of depression, trauma, anxiety, and a LOT of PTSD. As someone who has been through that, it might as well bring the worst, darkest, and the angstiest parts out of someone. And this guy has been through one of the bloodiest wars of all time, so there are some things that might be a little unsettling, and even illogical, considering they've literally lost everything, and are contemplating a world without war, where they might not have lost EVERYthing.

Also, please drop in with any thoughts you may have. XX

Links: Chapter 1 and Chapter 2

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Chapter 3

The Darkness

“I bear no remorse for the deaths of ninety-nine of the Kauravas,” the anger in his voice is palpable, and tangible to the point where she could feel it bodily.

“Nor do I feel any compassion for Karna,” this time, it is her breath that hitches in her chest, as she tries not to remember the acerbic vitriol of insults he had hurled and triggered at her, “unlike The Emperor.”

“But Vikarna, Panchaali,” she feels him breaking down, “what of him?”

He isn’t the only one who breaks into smaller pieces, with every breath he took. 

“What of those young boys? What of those soldiers? What of Uncle Salya? What of those blameless people who fought with and against us?”

This is the longest that he has spoken in what seems like an eternity. 

“Did Madhusudana tell you how Abhimanyu was slain? Did he recount how Ghatotkacha had fallen? Has he ever confided in you, of The Grandsire’s pain? His remorse?”

“Five villages, Panchaali! Five villages! Five villages! Five hamlets! And we would have forgotten, perchance, if time allowed, we would even have forgiven all!”

“When have we ever been averse to a life of hardship, Krishne?” he rallies on, thunder rumbling in his voice with every syllable. 

“We would have lived on as ascetics in those villages for all I care!” Bheemasena’s voice gives in, with a note of finality, “Varanavata, The Jatugriha, probably even The Dyuta, all those years of exile, Jayadratha, Keechaka! All of it! All of them!”

“I’d have ensured full well that Dushyasana would serve me for the rest of his life! The life that I’d deign him, with his entrails intact!”

Draupadi feels her long, lustrous hair, for the first time since the War. It didn’t reek of that fiend anymore. 

“We wouldn’t have had the blood of those hordes of people on our hands,” he fell heavily in her lap, “Hundreds of thousands of them!”

“Oh Panchaali!” he sobbed helplessly, “I feel as if I’ve killed my sons! My Ghatotkacha! My Abhimanyu!”

“I’d atleast have the luxury of having some of us survive the onslaught,” she felt warm tears grace her lap, “and then-”

- “I’d felt the strength leaving my body the day Sutasoma left us, with his brothers.”

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Kacha's presence in this story is so, so insidious oh my gods. He is insanely manipulative and the way he earns Devayani's adoration is so, so horrifying. Especially given that the gods tell him to do so. Again, I'm not sure how much nuance is lost in translation but the line in my pdf reads something like, "By gratifying Devayani with your <insert different virtuous conducts> you will be able to obtain <that> knowledge". As far as my memory goes there is no mention of Shukra - the person who actually knows the mantra - here in this sentence, it is exclusively for Devayani. In fact she is mentioned nearly as many times as her father in this discourse and the fact they are using someone at least in part of their own royal line seems to matter very little. Or maybe because she was part Deva they thought she'd be down for it but that seems unlikely.

Even more upsetting is that Kacha himself was young, so he is pretty fond of Devayani too, whether it is simply as a sister or a potential lover, and when he refuses her offer of marriage he ends up with a curse similar to Karna i.e. his knowledge will never bear fruition (with his own well-placed caveat that he can teach it to others). And then he curses Devayani back. Because this whole situation is very normal and not at all because two youngsters were placed between a horrible war between clans. (Side note: people please don't curse/hurt people for any reason, but especially not for rejecting you.)

And then, because this story is tailored to descend to ruin, Kacha, presumably still miserable about not being able to use his hard-earned powers, blows away and mixes up Devayani and Sharmistha's clothes and the rest is history.

I don't think it's really fair to say Devayani bullied Sharmistha and that was why she pushed her into the well because Sharmistha gave back as good as she got (and the things she said were arguably worse) and things only got physical when Devayani tried to snatch her clothes back. And then Sharmistha, who was convinced Devayani was dead, returned home and did not bother informing anyone. It took Ghurnika going to Shukra for him to even know that his daughter was in danger. To say that Sharmistha was initially victimised IMO takes away a lot from her sacrifice to protect her family.

Women in Mahabharata - Devayani

Abandoned by her mother Jayanti, she is swindled easily by Kacha, Vrihaspati's son. Kacha sees a vulnerable adolescent, who he woos with stories of svarga, a place where her absent, idolized mother resides, and uses her as a human shield against the danavas, all while buttering up her father to gain access to a very coveted magic trick that is the key to win the war ongoing from the previous generation.

When Kacha breaks her young heart, this destruction of her first love fundamentally shifts something in Devayani's brain, and she slides into an ultra-fundamentalist school of thought, using her identity on her father's side as a brahmin to bully Sharmishtha, the danava king's daughter.

After Sharmishtha, tired of her behaviour, tries to kill her, Devayani is rescued by Viraja's son Yayati.

Devayani uses her father's unconditional, compensatory devotion to herself to force Sharmishtha into submitting to be her slave, and then forcing Yayati later to marry her despite both his and her father's unwillingness and a documented caste-incompatibility.

She develops a chip on her shoulder, where even after several years she is unable to allow Sharmishtha any happiness, disproportionately punishing her by effectively keeping her prisoner in a garden mansion.

She later shortsightedly forces her father to curse Yayati after the latter has an affair with Sharmishtha, effectively pushing her own children, Yadu, Turvasu and Madhavi, out of the order of succession.

Her story seems to embody the saying: "Hurt people hurt people."

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DAILY WISDOM - 213 : 31. God Never Withdraws His Grace / నిత్య ప్రజ్ఞా సందేశములు - 213 : 31. దేవుడు తన కృపను ఎన్నటికీ ఉపసంహరించుకోడు

🌹. నిత్య ప్రజ్ఞా సందేశములు - 213 / DAILY WISDOM - 213 🌹 🍀 📖 మహాభారతం మరియు భగవద్గీత యొక్క ఆధ్యాత్మిక అంశాలు 🍀 ✍️. ప్రసాద్ భరద్వాజ 🌻 31. దేవుడు తన కృపను ఎన్నటికీ ఉపసంహరించుకోడు 🌻

దేవుడు అన్ని సమయాల్లో తనను తాను వ్యక్తపరుస్తాడు. ఈ అభివ్యక్తి ఒక శాశ్వత ప్రక్రియ. దైవానుగ్రహం అనేది నది లాంటిది. ఎప్పటికీ నిలిచిపోని సముద్రపు అలల ప్రవాహం లాంటిది. దేవుడు తన దయను ఎన్నడూ ఉపసంహరించుకోడు; అతను షరతులు లేని దాత. సర్వశక్తిమంతుని నిరపాయమైన హస్తాల నుండి దాతృత్వం యొక్క శాశ్వత ప్రవాహం ఉంటుంది. అతని దాతృత్వం కేవలం భౌతికమైనది కాదు. అతను తన నుండి ఏదో ఇవ్వడం లేదు-అతను తననే స్వయంగా ఇస్తున్నాడు. భగవంతుని నుండి వచ్చే దానము మనుషులలాగా వస్తువుల దానము కాదు. అది ఆయన తనను తాను ఇచ్చుకునే త్యాగం.

ఆయన తీసుకునే అవతారంలో, ఆయన ఇచ్చే వరాలలో మరియు ఆయన ప్రసాదించే అనుగ్రహంలో భగవంతుడు తనను తాను త్యాగం చేసుకుంటాడు. కాబట్టి జీవితంలోని గందరగోళాల మధ్య, మనం ప్రతి క్షణంలో గడుపుతున్న దుఃఖంలో మనందరికీ గొప్ప ఓదార్పు ఉంది. యదా యదా హి ధర్మస్య గ్లానిర్భవతి భారత, అభ్యుత్థానా మధర్మస్య తదాత్మనామ్ సృజ్మ్యహమ్. పరిత్రాణాయ సాధూనాం వినాశాయ చ దుష్కృతాం, ధర్మ సంస్థాపనార్థాయ సంభవామి యుగే యుగే (గీత 4.7-8) అనేది ఒక శాశ్వతమైన సిద్ధాంతం . ఈ ఒక్క సిద్ధాంతం చాలు, జీవితంలో కనిపించే బాధలన్నిటినీ పూర్తిగా మరచిపోయి, మనం పగలు మరియు రాత్రి ఆనందిస్తూ ఉండేందుకు.

కొనసాగుతుంది...

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🌹 DAILY WISDOM - 213 🌹 🍀 📖 The Spiritual Import of the Mahabharata and the Bhagavadgita 🍀 📝 Swami Krishnananda 📚. Prasad Bharadwaj 🌻 31. God Never Withdraws His Grace 🌻

God manifests Himself at all times, and this manifestation is a perpetual process. Divine grace is like the flood of a river or the flow of the oceanic waves that never cease. God never withdraws His grace; He is an unconditional Giver. There is a perpetual flow of charity from the benign hands of the Almighty, and His charity is not merely material. He is not giving something out of Himself—He is giving Himself. The charity that comes from God is not a charity of objects, as is the case with the charity of people—it is a sacrifice of Himself that He makes.

A self-abandonment is performed by the great Almighty in the incarnation that He takes, in the blessings that He gives, and in the grace that He bestows. So there is a great solace for all of us in the midst of the turmoil of life, in the sorrows of our days and the grief through which we are passing every moment of time. Yada yada hi dharmasya glanir bhavati bharata, abhyutthanam adharmasya tadatmanam srjmyaham. Paritranaya sadhunam vinasaya ca duskrtam, dharma-samsthapanarthaya sambhavami yuge yuge (Gita 4.7-8) is an eternal gospel. This one gospel is enough to keep us rejoicing day and night, completely forgetful of all the apparent sorrows of life.

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[ramayantika]

Krishna (mystery academia)

I was inspired from that old Vishnu post and that Delhi vala post so here we go. No idea how this will turn up though par dekhte hain.

No, it can't be a dream. You have pinched yourself twice, and your sister has been calling your name out from the past five minutes, but you can't help yourself. Your eyes are transfixed at that giant grey cloud hovering majestically in the sky. A face is etched on the cloud. He looks enchanting.

Your books have fallen on the floor. A mysterious flute tune rings in your ear. You haven't heard it anywhere recently, but the melodious tune starts to grow too loud. Look carefully, who is the girl in a pink saree, her golden bangles blind your vision and you hear a boy's sweet laughter before your legs give out.

It's Janmashtami night. The clock struck 12 and kids from your society broke the pot. They jump around in getting some money from the dahi handi while the adults clap and call their kids to come home. Everybody chants jai shri krishna and bows down folding their hands. You too close your eyes. Once you raise your head to look at the Krishna murti, your eyes see a person standing behind the murti, twirling a flute with his nimble fingers. Someone snaps their fingers beside your ear. The figure vanishes.

'yada yada hi dharmasya glanir bhavati bharata abhyutthanam adharmasya tadatmanam srijamyaham' Goosebumps rise on your skin and a divine vision graces your being. The sun and the stars collide, but everybody keeps breathing. The sound of a conch fills your mind and you see someone larger than any human, than any other organism on earth stand in a battlefield. He looks fierce once and then in a blink turns as calm as a river.

'paritranaya sadhunam vinashayacha dushkritam dharma sansthapanarthaya sambhavami yuge yuge' Tears flood down your eyes as you wake up from yet another dream of this all pervading misery encircling the world that has given itself to crimes and murders, forgetting that the quest for lust, greed, pride and ruthless power has gone in vain. Once again you stand on a battlefield witnessing hundreds and thousand of mighty warriors flanked by their elephants and horses. On your side stands one man. Just one man -- wielding a chakra and a large mace. He charges off at every soldier. In seconds bodies pile up on the battlefield and a guttural cry pierces your ears. The lone warrior clutches every fallen body and weeps.

The sweet smelling fragrant chandan makes you smile. The old temple priest, a gentle soul patiently applies tilak to all the devotees. After ten people comes your turn to apply the tilak. The priest's eyes brighten as if he has known you since long. You don't know him. This Krishna temple is far away from your home. The priest looks back at the beautifully decorated Krishna murti and smiles. You blink and turn your eyes to a pillar beside the garbhagriha. There stands a boy too gorgeous to be real, a form so enchanting that it etches itself on your eyes. You feel your heart thumping as the fragrant chandan clouds your senses. You are about to fall, but that lovely looking boy catches you in his arms. Flowers fall on your head and a sweet voice whispers, "Will you finally come back, sakhi?"

The night sky is full of stars tonight which is highly unusual for this busy city. Two stars gleam the brightest. You try to figure which constellation they belong too until hundreds of stars come together forming an image of a peacock feather.

At Prem Mandir in Vrindavan, you eagerly watch all the moving sculptures showing different pastimes of Krishna. Somewhere nearby, a group of ladies are singing Meerabai's songs. Your feet tap on their own accord and you feel yourself sway. When did you raise your arms to the sky and twirl? Nobody knows. Your family watches you laugh and dance in the temple. You look at no one but Krishna. The handsome boy from the temple is back again wearing bright yellow clothes -- not too hard to miss. A rough shake on your shoulders makes you open your eyes. The devotees in the temple are staring at you, but you blush in awareness of a certain dark one looking at you.

You sit gazing at the cool waters of Yamuna, the river which played an important role in Krishna's life. She saw his arrival into Gokul and his departure to Mathura. The texts and the old say that she later accompanied him as his wife to Dwaraka. You bow your head at her and dip your feet into the water. Nobody is at the ghat, it's all quiet and peaceful. Yamuna cools your body and a sense of calmness pervades your mind. You feel yourself slipping somewhere. The river like a gentle mother's touch touches your skin. "Do not fear, friend."

The car is about to cross the borders of Vrindavana. You feel your heart cry for an unknown separation. All these nights, you heard female voices whispering, "do not leave." At dawn you woke up with the sounds of a flute and sometimes your evenings were blessed with a boy gracing your hotel's terrace at sunset. He carried a peacock feather with him. You never shared a word with him nor did he with you. The steep silence yet felt comfortable.

Should I stay? Should I go? Should I call that boy and say goodbye, but how do I find him? What is this feeling in my heart? I feel it break into pieces. The driver caught your eye in the mirror and you hear a screeching break, The small flute replica hits the backside of the mirror and there you see a divine view once again.

Surrounded by cows, his feet crossed, he stands with a flute donning yellow garbs. You see the sun and the moon in his eyes. The universe gleams in his limbs. He appears magnificent. The divine sound of the conch rings again and you fall at his feet. 'I am all yours, Shyam.'

'Glad to have you back finally sakhi...' Red palms touch your forehead and the figure in front shines with bright white light like a halo around him. A lotus flower is placed on the last page of your book over Krishna's photo. The afternoon sky is now grey and far away you see a dark cloud emerging towards you.

"It shall start again, isn't it?"

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