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HEAR ME OUT - A STORY WHERE KRISHNA IS THE VILLAIN (well sort of)

See I don't write often. But i got this really cool idea last night (maybe it's been done before too , cuz I don't believe I'm the only one) . But yeah . Krishna as the villain , not the saviour or hero .

Before you come at me . Just read the full post lmaooo 🤣

✦ what if krishna isn’t kind. what if he’s just... curious. ✦

okay hear me out (or don’t. i'm already spiraling):

imagine god—not as this endlessly loving benevolent being—but as a sentient aspect of the universe, born out of cosmic vibrations, who simply became aware one day. not evil. not good. Just... curious.

and so he creates. and creates.

life, humans, souls—all fragments of himself. sent out like threads.

and then he watches.

to see how they suffer. how they love. how they break.

and every time they turn back to him?every prayer, every bhajan, every whispered “krishna, please”—he feeds.

But here’s the fucked up part:

he doesn’t force anything. he just waits. softly dismantles you. tells you to let go of pride, ego, desire—everything that makes you , you . and when you're hollow enough, when there's nothing left but him inside you,he says: “you’re ready.”

and then he absorbs you. and we call it moksha.

✦ the bhakti saints weren’t liberated. they were devoured. ✦

meera. andal. radha. all those women we romanticize. maybe they started with love. real devotion. but then they started seeing too much. and when they reached too close to his essence—he pulled. what we call “divine intoxication” was actually identity loss.

they didn't merge with god out of enlightenment. they dissolved because he pulled them back. and the most horrifying part? we worshipped them for it.

we turned their last screams into bhajans. we sang their disintegration as ecstatic surrender.

✦ he collects us ✦

every individuality, every soul-thread—he preserves them. keeps them inside. until he’s ready to descend again.

and when he does?his new form, new avatar, feels so human. funny. charming. flawed. relatable.

because he's literally wearing you. stitched from millions of souls he previously absorbed.

and that’s why we say: “krishna is so close to us.” “he understands our pain.” “he’s just like me.”

yeah. because he IS you. a patchwork built from everything we surrendered.

✦ and he’s still smiling ✦

he gives you just enough to stay alive.just enough to keep praying. just enough to believe that maybe, this time, you’ll touch divinity. but the divinity was never about saving you. you were the sacrifice. a beautiful one.

one YOU begged to make. and he never lied. you came to him WILLINGLY . you offered yourself. he just… accepted.

anyway. ADIOS 🕊️

(there's so much in my head like how different religious institutions would be his "messengers" sort of . How he simulated other deities who are more unreachable distant and cosmic , to drive that contrast between them and him . Like , see , they're too distant , I'm close to you . Come to me . AND PEOPLE DO . WILLINGLY. I could keep going .)

And the best part (or the worst) .... I'm not lying or exaggerating . These ARE his words , his scriptures . Everything we have learned about him. Just narrated in a horror story tone .

Would you like to read a story like this ? @bigsimp69 @chaliyaaa @mimaridoesmurari @darkskytenjiku and EVERYONE ELSE . literally . (I cannot remember yalls usernames lmao)

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you were a dream to me.

maybe you'll remain that way.

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I think people really need to understand the difference between I don't know politics and I hate politics.

I hate politics, does not mean I don't know about it.

I hate politics

I know what is happening around me. I have my own views about it and I act on it. But I'm not obliged to tell that to you. It's my choice if I want to talk about it or not. I will act upon my own morals and values. I am not interested in speaking about it, because well I just don't want to spend my time like that. it's that simple. It's not a privileged statement because I act upon it and you sit and crib about it online. I am not obliged to say who I voted to, what activities I take part in etc. So shut up.

And once again.

I hate politics

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Trista Mateer, from a poem featured in her collection titled The Dogs I Have Kissed

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a simple day at an endless beach,

waves splashing the rock

not the first and

hopefully not the last too.

the perceived foam of the ocean,

whose reality is unbeknownst to the rock.

a stone which cannot figure out

the hidden pearl they actually are,

admired by the countless waves.

but can we keep it all to the stone?

the henged cuts, the brutal underside

which never saw a silver lining,

a softer side of life before.

can it appreciate the pearl

that happened to have swam a lot?

the gradual pull receded and now,

can the rock now complain about not

being just like that pearl?

can the cool sea breeze understand

the burn of the sand at its legs?

an oyester of feelings, opening

which ultimately means death

even if it's deemed beautiful outward.

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dear dairy,

i saw fireflies in the garden today.

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the sheer courage and control it takes to read ao3, webtoon and wattpad in public like-

god provide strength.

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ఆకాశం తాకే ఆశ, తీరిందా?

తీరని దాహం, ఆగిందా?

years of storm got you to a shore now,

why is the ashore feeling foreign to you?

like the clouds soaring up above,

you wanted to fly over the blue sky.

you think it's love,

you think it's freedom.

now that it is a rain filled cloud,

why are you hesitant?

if you're running away from what came,

did you really want it all the while?

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మా తెలుగు తల్లికి మల్లె పూదండా మా కన్న తల్లికి మంగళారతుల

To our Mother Telugu a garland of jasmines, devoted we are to our great Mother who birthed us

కడుపులో బంగారు కను చూపులో కరుణా చిరునవ్వులో సిరులు దొరలించు మా తల్లి

With gold in thy belly and grace in thine eyes, our Mother whose smile wealth poureth forth

గల గలా గోదారి కదలి పోతుంటేను బిర బిరా కృష్ణమ్మ పరుగులిడుతుంటే

Full of life and vigour is river Godavari, full of elation the river Krishna floweth

బంగారు పంటలే పండుతాయి మురిపాల ముత్యాలు దొరలు తాయి

Crops of gold shall they yield bountifully, glinting and shining gems shall roll forth

అమరావతీ నగర అపురూప శిల్పాలు, త్యాగయ్య గొంతులో తారాడు నాదాలు

The exotic sculptures of Amaravati, the riveting choral voice of Tyāgayya

తిక్కయ్య కలములో తియ్యందనాలు నిత్యమై నిఖిలమై నిలచి యుండే దాక

The wondrous writings of Tikkayya, gloriously withstood the tests of time.

రుద్రమ్మ భుజ శక్తి మల్లమ్మ పతిభక్తి తిమ్మరుసు ధీయుక్తి కృష్ణరాయని కీర్తి

Rudramma's strength and Mallamma's fidelity, Timmarasu's courage and Krishnadevaraya's glory

మా చెవుల రింగుమని మారు మ్రోగే దాక, నీ పాటలే పాడుతాం నీ ఆటలే ఆడుతాం జై తెలుగు తల్లీ! జై తెలుగు తల్లీ!!

Until our ears ring with pleasantries, we’ll sing thy songs, we'll play thy games. victory, victory to our Mother Telugu!

- Shankarambāḍi Sundarācāri, 1942

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"Pretty little baby" song suits krishna in Vrindavan so well actually.

"You can ask for flowers" he tells Radha

"I sit for hours" grazing the cows

"Tellin' all the bluebirds, the bill and coo birds"

"Pretty little baby, I'm so in love with you" <3<3

Yep this song has shyama written all over it

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Listening to the background krishna leela while imagining krishna sitting across me with his foot on the desk and smirking

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what is being a psych student if you aren't criminally overanalyzing yourself with each practical hour

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who has an earworm of 'bholo ashta lakshmi' GOD FORBID A GIRL HAS THE 2010s MUSIC EAR

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Krishna just standing pretty on my altar :

Everyday of being grateful to be able of serving his shree vigraha 🧿😭🩷

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and when it starts to reverse further,

when amma calls you nanna and nanna calls you amma,

a little bit of faith in yourself is restored maybe, in the way people look at their partner's resemblance in your existence...

maybe your doing fine, and maybe that's all that matters truly...

In Telugu, to express love and affection, my అమ్మ amma (mother) often Amma’s me back and my నాన్న nānna (father) nānna’s me back :)

In a nutshell, they use their own designated absolute honorifics in addressing their descendants.

This beautiful linguistic phenomenon that exists in Telugu, doesn’t have a specific name but it is popularly known as self-reciprocal kinship or affectionate kin terms.

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In Telugu, we don’t say “goodbye”instead, we say “వెళ్ళొస్తా Veḷḷostā” Translated “i will go and i will be back” we are taught and even lectured to say this instead of just “i will go” until the phrase becomes a habit, it is a feeling, a sense of hope that they would not be leaving forever and will always return, no matter what.