#(Just) Teeka

[mitkitty]

Commissioned @vigasartroom for a pic of my Hodgepodge* monk, Teeka in both of her forms. Thanks Viga!

*statwise she's a Harengon but lorewise she's a magically mutated human bc fae are dicks

[chosesun]

Obi-Wan sneaking off to go watch Luke has me feeling things especially with Luke pretending to be a pilot?? he really is his father's son i'm already emotional

[doublechocolate]

jawa really got no chill when you think about it. teeka told obi-wan he smells and should have bought soap after stealing from obi-wan and trying to re-sell his own stuff back to him.

then you get them group of jawa telling din his jawaese sounds like wookiee after they stole din's razor crest and dismantled it for parts, then tried to trade din's ship for his beskar.

anyway, i think we deserve a obi-wan & din team up just to see them negotiate with the jawa

[ifitsagirlphebeifitsaboyphoebo]

Can I just say how much in love I am with Prithviraj's look as Varadha? ?? I mean....The form fitting kurtas that cling to his frame, the dhoti(uhh...),the kohl rimmed eyes, the adornments on his neck and hands,the earrings and many different rings he wears on his fingers..and of course who can forget the iconic nose ring!! There's this scene where Baachi asks Varadha where their army is post declaration of ceasefire .. And he just looks into the distance morosely.. I know im supposed to feel sad at his predicament but my God.. He looks soo good even in his misery. That black sleeveless vest, the teeka and the jewellery especially a ring in his left ring finger. .... Uhh..he looks like a SNACK..

Someone help me!!!!!

[msbhagirathi]

Moon-struck (For Arshi Fiesta)

Aao parmeswariyon welcome. :)

He stared at the random but ~not so random~ word, google had dared to suggest to him today, staring back at him. As if to challenge him to deny the truth written beneath it as it's 'meaning'.

He slammed the cover of the iPad and threw it away on his bed. He pulled out his belt only to slam it away on the floor.

He tore through his hair with both his hands, resting them at the nape of his neck, with the fingers intertwined.

He couldn't deny the effect that, that slip of a girl had on him ever since she had bombarded into his life quite literally.

He still used to feel restless and anxious almost all the time but it was not due to the anger and desperation of the trauma that he had to go through as early as fourteen. He could admit it to himself that he still used to wake up in the middle of the night with a start. But it wasn't due to the fear and panic which used to make him feel like breaking into tears and cry away for the rest of the hours in the vicinity of the walls of his room.

Rather it was due to the fact that a certain someone in a red chiffon saree, a barely there blouse, with no room for a bra had started coming to meet him in the privacy of his dreams.

The two frail doris tied above the shoulder blades, jet black straight hair pushed to one side of a shoulder. And just when he used to about to touch them, grab them in a bunch to bring them at the back and run his fingers through them.

There would be nothing accept the darkness around him to comfort him of the teeth shattering anticipation.

Heart galloping as if no tomorrow, and lungs struggling as if there was a sudden shortage of air around him. The hair pulling frustration running back to him and he used to fall back on his bed.

Again going through the charade of tossing and turning around until light flimsy excuse of a sleep used to evade him.

And yet when he used to wake up in the morning to start his day. He ~very strangely so~ used to feel as fresh as ever. Well rested, satiated and calm and absolutely at peace.

He knew he had somehow fallen for her.

He had seen her innocence when she used to distribute prasad and teeka to everyone around her cubicle on her floor, greeting them with 'shubh prabhat' and 'devi maiyya ki kripa se apka din mangalmay ho.'

He had seen her brilliance in the way she had handled the menial tasks that he had given her.

He had seen her kindness when she had given away a pair of bangles, which she had liked and bought for herself, to a little girl who had also liked them but was far from being able to afford them. Across the street of where his car had happened to be parked one day.

"Fuck."

He slammed his hands on the window in front of him.

He knew he had fallen for her hard. A lil bit too hard for his own liking.

He knew he was love-struck.

He knew he was moon-struck.

P.S.: So. ladies and gentlemen Sanka devis and Laard governors. *bows down with exaggerated gRaCe* This sweet short rendition was written much to the threat invitation received from @phuljari di. Hope you enjoy. :)

Credits: @arshifiesta

[proudhinduforever]

Sanatani Saints

Part 3

Shri Samartha Ramdas

We will look into the life of Shri Samartha Ramdas who was a prominent Sanatani saint, poet, and spiritual leader in Maharashtra.

Early Life and Renunciation:

Shri Ramdas or previously Narayan was born into a Marathi Deshastha Rigvedi Brahmin family to Suryajipant and Ranubai Thosar. His father was thought to have been a devotee of the Vedic deity, Surya. Ramdas had an elder brother named Gangadhar. His father died when Narayan was only seven years of age. He turned into a sadhaka after the demise of his father and would often be noticed to be engrossed in thoughts about the divine.

As per legend, Narayan fled his wedding ceremony in Asangao near Jamb, at age 12, upon hearing a pandit (Hindu priest) chant the word 'Saawadhaana!' (Beware!) during a customary Hindu wedding ritual. He is believed to have walked over 200 km along the banks of Godavari river to Panchavati, a Hindu pilgrimage town near Nashik. He later moved to Taakli near Nashik at the confluence of Godavari and Nandini river. At Taakli, he spent the next twelve years as an ascetic in complete devotion to Rama. During this period, he adhered to a rigorous daily routine and devoted most of his time to meditation, worship and exercise. As per legend, he once blessed a widow lady of a long married life, without knowing that her husband has just died. It is said that he was able to give life back to the dead body of her husband and this act of miracle made him very famous in Nashik. He is thought to have attained enlightenment at the age of 24. He adopted the name Ramdas around this period. He later had an idol of Hanuman made from cowdung installed at Taakli.

His contribution to Freedom movement and literary works:

Unlike the saints subscribing to Warkari tradition, Ramdas is not considered to embrace pacifism. His writings include strong expressions encouraging militant means to counter the barbaric Islamic invaders. He endorsed significance of physical strength and knowledge towards individual development. He expressed his admiration for warriors and highlighted their role in safeguarding the society. He was of the opinion that saints must not withdraw from society but instead actively engage towards social and moral transformation. He aimed to resuscitate the Hindu culture after its disintegration over several centuries owing to consistent foreign occupation. He also called for unity among the Marathas to preserve and promote the local culture. Samartha Ramdas Swami served an inspiration for a number of Indian thinkers, historians and social reformers such as Bal Gangadhar Tilak, Keshav Hedgewar, Vishwanath Rajwade ,Ramchandra Ranade, and Vinayak Damodar Savarkar. Tilak derived inspiration from Ramdas when devising aggressive strategies to counter the British colonial rule. Ramdas had a profound influence on Keshav Hedgewar, the founder of Hindu nationalist organization Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh. He is also recognized for his role as a Guru to the Maratha king Shivaji Maharaj, inspiring him with principles of governance, spirituality, and valor.

Below are some of his notable literary works:

Manache Shlok (co-written by Kalyan Swami)

Dasbodh

Shree Maruti Stotra

Aatmaaram

11-Laghu Kavita

Shadripu Nirupan

Maan Panchak

Chaturthmaan

Raamayan (Marathi-Teeka)

His Teachings:

Ramdas was an exponent of Bhakti Yoga or the path of devotion. According to him, total devotion to Rama brings about spiritual evolution. His definition of "Bhakti" was in accordance with the philosophy of Advait Vedant. In Chapter 4 of his literary work Dasbodh, he describes Nice levels of devotion / communion - starting from listening / comprehending (श्रवण) to Surrender of oneself or being One with Self (आत्मनिवेदन) - the later being the core tenet of Advait Vedant - where the sense of separate "I" dissolves into non-duality. He encouraged the participation of women in religious work and offered them positions of authority.

Ramdas Swami is a revered spiritual figure in Maharashtra and remains relevant to contemporary society in Maharashtra.

🙏🙏 jai jai Raghuveera Samartha 🙏🙏

[thecuratxr]

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[daydreaming-en-pointe]

Rangoli Lessons 🪔

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A Hobie oneshot

Pairing: Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) x Indian!Reader

Word count: 990

Warnings: Reader is implied to be female bc of the mention of a dupatta(?), use of pet names (luv, my love) me turning this into a cultural infodump 😅

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“Whatcha doin’ there, luv?”

You jumped in surprise at the interruption, almost knocking over the plates full of rangoli powder next to you.

“Hobie, you could’ve given me a warning,” You complained, rising to your feet and dusting off the powder that you had spilled on your clothes. “Honestly, you just pop out of nowhere here into Mumbattan expect me not to get a mini heart attack.”

Hobie just laughed, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a hug and carefully rearranging your dupatta to dip evenly along your neck and rest on your shoulders. “C’mon, loosen up a little. Happy Diwali, by the way. Diwali? Am I saying tha’ right?”

“Well, not quite,” You giggled at his pronunciation of the name of the festival, sounding foreign and strange in his accented voice. “But thank you for remembering. Happy Diwali to you too.”

He gave you a small pout. “Stop laughin’, ‘m tryin’ my best.”

You tapped his nose with your pinky finger, giving him a small smile. “I’m sure you are. Well done for that. Hats off to you. Do you want mithai?”

His confused glance had you chuckling again as you gently extricated yourself from his grasp. “Mithai, mera pyaar. Sweets. Here, try some, you’ll love it.”

You grabbed a rather large box of sweets that you had kept on a plate next to you, handing it to Hobie. Your neighbours, a sweet old couple with a tiny but temperamental cat named Kaccha Aam had given it to you.

“What’s this?” Hobie asked, holding up a silvery diamond-shaped sweet and staring at it curiously.

“That’s kaju katli.”

“Well, I’ve learnt enough to know tha’ it’s be’er not questionin’ the name, much less tryin’ to pronounce it,” Hobie shot you a playful glare as he popped the sweet into his mouth. His eyes widened as he tasted it, eliciting another giggle from you at his reaction. “Bloody ‘ell, thas’ good.”

“Right? It’s one of my favourites.” You crouched down to finish your rangoli, pulling the plates of coloured powder closer to you. You skilfully took some blue powder between your index finger and thumb, drizzling it steadily inside the spaces of the pattern you had drawn in the dirt with other colours.

Hobie knelt next to you, sitting cross-legged in the dirt. “What’s tha’ now? No, wait, lemme guess. It’s, uh… something with an ‘i’. There’s kaju katli and mithai, so it’s…”

He trailed off and you looked up from your work to give him an amused smile. “My god, Hobie, your pronunciations are horrible.”

You let out a giggle and leaned over to kiss his cheek as he let out a dramatic wounded gasp. “Oh, no, my heart can’t take this kind o’ betrayal! My love, how could you be so cruel?”

“It’s called a rangoli, drama queen. Now shush and let me finish this.” You crouched to drop the last bits of powder into place, completing your rangoli and standing up. “Now for the diyas.”

You got out the earthen lamps and placed the cotton wicks into them, pouring oil over it to fuel the fire. Being careful not to smudge any of the painstakingly-arranged powder of the rangoli, you stepped over it and placed the lit diyas around, lining a path to your front door.

“What’s tha’ on your forehead? The red dot thing.”

You turned to face Hobie fully, tilting your head slightly. “Oh, that’s a tilak. Or a teeka. They’re both the same thing. We just finished the pooja, the teeka is just something we wear after it to signify purity and respect to the Gods.”

You angled your gaze downward to your rangoli again, your eyes narrowing as you examined it critically. “It looks empty, doesn’t it?”

Hobie came over to stand next to you, draping a hand across your shoulders. “Well… a li’l bit? S’not empty as much as it is… minimalistic. You could add somethin’ around the corners, maybe?”

You hummed in approval as you tilted your head to calculate how much space you could use up. “Oh, yeah. That’s actually a really good idea. Hey, you wanna try?”

Hobie looked at you in surprise, letting out a small laugh. “I’d prob’ly mess it up, luv. Easier for you to do it how you wan’ it.”

“Noooo, it’ll be fun. Besides, anything you do looks amazing to me.”

Hobie considered it for a second before giving a shrug and crouching down next to the rangoli powder. You stood a few inches behind him, watching him with a soft smile on your face. His tongue slipped between his lips, poking out slightly as he tried to copy the drizzling motion you had done with the powder, his eyes narrowing in intense concentration.

“Luv, y’know I can feel you tryin’ to do tha’. I’m Spider-Man, remember?”

You pouted slightly, sitting back with your legs folded beneath you after being caught in the act of trying to sneak up behind him. “Aw, you’re no fun. Can’t even scare you.”

“That’s… kinda the point o’ spider-senses.” He scooted over so you could come and kneel next to him. “Could you show me how you did tha’ sprinkle thing? ‘ve tried but nothing’s workin’. Keeps spillin’.”

“Oh, sure. Here.” You leaned over to take a pinch of the powder between your fingers. “Here, the trick is to keep the powder in between your thumb and the space of your second knuckle on your index finger. That way the excess doesn’t escape but you also have the freedom to decide where the trail forms. See?”

You turned to face him. “Hobie?”

He was staring at you in wonder, his eyes so soft and loving that you couldn’t help but giggle, getting more flustered by the minute. “Hellooooo, Earth to Hobie. You didn’t hear a word of what I just said, did you?”

“Can’t help it. You’re too pretty”

You rolled your eyes affectionately. “Focus, mera pyaar.”

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Mera pyaar means my love :)

Diwali is the Hindu festival of lights, with variations celebrated in other Indian religions. It symbolises the spiritual "victory of light over darkness, good over evil, and knowledge over ignorance".

Rangoli is an art form that originates from in the Indian subcontinent, in which patterns are created on the floor or a tabletop using materials such as powdered lime stone, red ochre, dry rice flour, coloured sand, quartz powder, flower petals, and coloured rocks.

A teeka/tilak/tilaka is a mark (generally a red dot in this context) worn on the forehead, usually after a pooja. The teeka may be worn daily for decorative purposes, as a symbol for sectarian affiliation, for rites of passage or for special spiritual and religious occasions, depending on regional customs. It is also used as an expression of honour or to welcome someone upon arrival.

Mithai (sweets) are the confectionery and desserts of the Indian subcontinent.

Kaju katli, also known as kaju barfi, is an Indian dessert, originating in the Deccan, and is popularly consumed throughout north India. Kaju means cashew; barfi is often made by thickening milk with sugar and other ingredients.

A dupatta is a length of material worn arranged in two folds over the chest and thrown back around the shoulders, typically with a salwar kameez, worn by women from South Asia.

A diya is an earthen lamp, with the fire usually fueled by a wick dipped in oil coiled in the centre.

[squireofgeekdom]

I'm contractually obliged to ask after 'kenobi fic concepts' for the WIP game, but I'm also curious about 'okay FINE here's the role reversal au'!

kenobi fic concepts is a doc that contains two fics, the latter of which is a sequel to more than this, my aroace obi-wan fic, where we finally get the conversation with aroace luke that I reference at the end of that fic, pinging off of some of the stuff we get in the kenobi series

the first fic in that doc is a reva & obi wan fic, working title 'we both are', set in the time between the end of reva's story/screentime in the show and the end of the show, getting into reva's recovery with obi-wan on tatooine. its existence is very much inspired by the joke below XD

“Well,” he says, “what you really need is a proper surgeon and a bacta tank,” What she really needs, they both know and don’t say, is the medical services of the Temple healers. What she needs is a Temple whole and unburnt, brimming with life and light. “But you’ve got me,” he continues, and isn’t that the truth. “Let’s see what bacta patches I still have -” She watches as he pulls out a container from a crevice in the wall, and carefully unpacks it. “Here,” he pulls out packages of bacta. “Have to keep these well hidden, or Teeka will grab them and sell them back to me for a markup.” “Teeka?” “Oh, he’s a Jawa who comes through here sometimes. Friendly fellow, helpful if you need to find something odd. Has an eye for profitable opportunities.” A Jawa randomly wandered through Kenobi’s - she wasn’t calling it a house - cave, and stole things from him? And somehow, they hadn’t managed to kill him? Karking hells.

I talked a bit about 'okay FINE here's the role reversal au' over here but let me give you a little bit of an unexpected but entertaining dynamic that came out of thinking about it, which is peak bitch v bitch hostile friendship between marci stahl and james 'voted most meme-able little shit of 2015 by me and alex' wesley, who in this 'verse has a day job as an economist (pure self indulgence, of course) at the non-l&z law firm marci ended up working at when matt&foggy took the l&z job. the friend referenced is of course fisk because their whole 'guard dog / whatever those two have going on' is absolute catnip to me personally

"And what are you working on? I didn't think there was anything - oh." She's pulled some of the papers on his desk towards her to read. "You think I'm going to lose." "Running the numbers to give a decent estimate of the compensation Tully should really be giving our clients might get him to realize selling off the property just isn't worth it to him." "Or they could be forced to move out anyway, but get more money for it. You're contingency planning for if we settle. If I lose." "Plenty of cases settle. Plenty outright lose. It happens here like anywhere." "Not to me." "It doesn't hurt to be prepared. And if Ms Cardenas walks away with more money, it's not ... It's not nothing." "Says the economist." "She'll still be better off than if you hadn't taken the case." He looks up at her. "You do as much as you can with what you have." "That sounds like your friend talking." She catches a small, genuine smile before he says "you've met him twice." "Am I wrong? No, obviously."

send me a wip title and i'll tell you something about it!

[rjalker]

Like why is he not just respecting these very clear boundaries. He's not even a little kid at this point he should know better.

This is actually like genuinely out of character. It doesn't make any sense. It's only happening because Edgar writesboro wants him to get his feelings hurt for no good reason.

Yes speech to text is going to keep butchering his name and I am not fixing it.

Tarzan came nearer. Teeka drew away and bared her fangs. Tarzan was nonplussed. In all his experiences with Teeka, never before had she bared fangs at him other than in play; but today she did not look playful. Tarzan ran his brown fingers through his thick, black hair, cocked his head upon one side, and stared. Then he edged a bit nearer, craning his neck to have a better look at the thing which Teeka cuddled. Again Teeka drew back her upper lip in a warning snarl. Tarzan reached forth a hand, cautiously, to touch the thing which Teeka held, and Teeka, with a hideous growl, turned suddenly upon him. Her teeth sank into the flesh of his forearm before the ape-man could snatch it away, and she pursued him for a short distance as he retreated incontinently through the trees; but Teeka, carrying her baby, could not overtake him. At a safe distance Tarzan stopped and turned to regard his erstwhile play-fellow in unconcealed astonishment. What had happened to so alter the gentle Teeka? She had so covered the thing in her arms that Tarzan had not yet been able to recognize it for what it was; but now, as she turned from the pursuit of him, he saw it. Through his pain and chagrin he smiled, for Tarzan had seen young ape mothers before. In a few days she would be less suspicious. Still Tarzan was hurt; it was not right that Teeka, of all others, should fear him. Why, not for the world would he harm her, or her balu, which is the ape word for baby.

Tarzan has spent his entire life growing up with these people. He is not going to keep pressing the issue when someone is snarling and growling at him and clearly upset That's not how this works. OOC. Behavior driven by the plot rather than by set characterization. Boo.

[mitkitty]

I commissioned @lordichamo for a meme redraw with my D&D character Teeka and Keith, the NPC that DM @thalia-amongst-the-thorns specifically concocted to target me. I am currently obsessed with these two

[robotlearnstolove]

2024-01-12

The Presence

Once the candle was out, Freyaline fell asleep quickly. In the bed next to her, her younger companion had already been sleeping for the better part of an hour. Their sleep was deep, peaceful and they felt safe in the room in the inn in the small village far from home, far from where they’d started. They were exhausted from their journey and from the trials they had faced in the past weeks.

Under their bed, wrapped in several layers of torn cloth and stowed at the back of her pack was the Bloodless sword, Gloria, Agoli, Nanu-Teeka. A different name in every age it seemed. Under all those layers of fabric and leather and supplies, no one could see that they were glowing. The sharp, cold silver glow, contained as it was, didn’t meet a single eye. Freyaline had seen it one time in Biboton—the first human to have seen it in centuries—but she hadn’t yet worked up the nerve to tell anyone about it.

In the next room over, Béarch, the Black Blade, the First Tyrant wasn’t sleeping. He had never slept, not once slipped out of consciousness, but he did sometimes lie completely still at night, sometimes under blankets, sometimes on a bed. Perhaps he was seeking to give his ancient, immutable body a brief moment of peace. Perhaps he was trying to mimic the humans in an attempt to understand them better. Perhaps he was, once again, just letting himself get lost in his own mind, trying to reassemble the shards of dust that were his memories.

The village around them was nearly quiet too, devoid of activity other than the nightly routines of nocturnal creatures, some small, others large, some prey and others predators. They moved according to their own primal, inscrutable designs as they scurried and swooped about, emitting the odd cry or chirp or screech that echoed into the night.

On this night, there was also a presence in the area, unseen and yet radiant. It emanated from a figure that stood in the forest, just half a kilometre or so from the inn. A human-like form, cloaked in the darkness. Like Béarch, it didn’t sleep.

[rjhamster]

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[mayxthexforce]

I Walked With You Once || Leia & Luke

Plotted starter for @lastjcdi

Since she could remember, Leia would dream of flying over a sea of sand. She'd tell people about her dream. Her aunts thought she shouldn't worry about such things, her nannies pretended to listen but didn't really help much, the guards... well, they had too much on their plate to really think introspectively about her dreams, her parents actually listened, but there was something about how they told her it was just a dream and that there were many places like that in the galaxy, how she must have seen such a place in class or on the holovids she watches, that seemed... strange. Like they knew something and weren't telling her. Like they were a little too worried about whether she believed them or not. It was that oddness, paired with how recurrent the dream was, that made her cling to it. The memory of it was so vivid that she could describe it in perfect detail.

So, when Obi-Wan took her to a planet that fit the exact description of the one in her dreams, as if someone had grabbed it from her mind and pulled it into the real world, Leia noticed.

She noticed, and she couldn't sit in that cave being babysat by a Jawa while Obi-Wan was out doing dank-knows-what. She had to explore.

Teeka was easy enough to convince. She just had to give him something shiny and not only did he let her go, but gave her a ride to a nearby settlement. Leia went unnoticed in a place like Tatooine. After all, she was far from the only unsupervised child running around, and with her cloak and short stature, one could even mistake her for a Jawa with a good sense of fashion. Perhaps the only thing making her look odd among the locals was that her cloak was green, but she liked it like that.

There was something pulling at her, almost as if something told her where to go. Things that would have seized her attention any other time went ignored, even Lola struggled to keep up.

Leia rounded a corner, and ran straight into a boy her exact same height, which resulted in foreheads crashing together and her stumbling back.

"That hurt," she groaned.

[pujapujari]

Tanot Mata Mandir, Jaisalmer: The Mandir where Enemy Bombs failed!

The Famous Tanot Mata Mandir Bomb Story

Tanot Mata Mandir in Jaisalmer is an iconic temple for Indian soldiers posted on the Rajasthan border. The Tanot Mata Mandir bomb story has become a recognized legend. The influence is such that the Tanot Mata Mandir is also shown in the Hindi movie “Border.”

The Border Security Force personnel does the maintenance of the Mandir. The soldiers at the Rajasthan border customarily stopped by at the Tanot Mata Mandir. Such is the aura of the temple that any soldier first applies a teeka of sand on their foreheads at the Mandir and then moves towards the border.

Tanot Mata Mandir History

According to the local lore, the Tanot Mata Mandir is some 1200 years old. The daughter of Mamadji Charan, known as Avad, is worshipped as the Tanot Mata. The Tanot Mata or Avad Mata is considered an incarnation of Hinglaj Mata and a predecessor to Karni Mata, a form of Durga Mata.

The story of Tanot Mata Mandir comes from Charan literature. As per the story, Mamadji Charan was childless and visited Hinglaj Mata multiple times barefoot.naked. One night the Hinglaj Mata comes into his dream impressed by his devotion. In the dream, he asks Hinglaj Mata to be born in his family as his daughter. With the blessings of the Mata, Mamadji had seven daughters and one son. Of the seven daughters, daughter Avad became the Tanot Mata.

The Tanot Mata Mandir was constructed, and the Bhati Rajput King Tanu Rao placed the deity in 828 A.D. Since then, the temple has been devotedly worshipped by the Bhati Rajputs and the people of Jaisalmer for generations.

Tanot Mata Mandir Bomb Story of 1965 War

The 1965 India-Pakistan war is legendary in Indian history. As per the legend, the Pakistani army bombed the Tanot Mata mandir. Over 3000 bombs on Sadewala, a post near Tanot Mata temple, were dropped in two days. Yet the Tanot Mata mandir stood still unscathed.

Surprisingly, not one bomb met the target, and the ones that fell near the Mandir didn’t explode. Many soldiers claimed that the Tanot Mata herself came in their dreams and promised to protect them, especially in the vicinity of the temple.

After India won the war, the Border Security Force took on the responsibility of management and the pooja of the temple.

Tanot Mata Bomb Story of 1971 War

Can you believe a company of 120 army men can defeat a tank battalion of 2000-3000 men and 30 – 40 tanks? This heroic feat was achieved by Indian soldiers led by Major Kuldeep Singh Chandpuri at the Longewala post near the Tanot Mata Mandir.

The tanks of the Pakistani army got stuck in the sand near the post of Longewala on the night of December 4, 1971, when India was busy liberating Bangladesh in the east. Because of this, the Indian Air Force got time to attack and destroy the battalion. This time too, the bombs fell near the Mandir but didn’t explode. Thus, the faith and belief in Tanot Mata became more robust, and the fame of the Tanot Mata Mandir Bomb Story grew.

Following the victory in both wars against impossible odds, any soldier posted in Jaisalmer visits the Tanot Mata Mandir to take permission and blessings from Tanot Mata.

Tanot Mata Mandir: A Tourist Destination of Jaisalmer

Tanot Mata Mandir is approximately 120 km away from Jaisalmer. The India-Pakistan border is very close to the temple. Tanot mata mandir to border distance is just around 20 km. It is very close to both the Sadewala and Longewala border posts, which were attacked in the 1965 and 1971 Indo-Pak wars.

The Border Security Force personnel in charge of the day-to-day maintenance of the temple has proposed to convert the site into a significant tourist destination equivalent to the scale of the Wagah border. After each war, the prestige and faith in Tanot Mata increased, and with it expanded, the temple premises.

An additional museum is maintained by the Indian Army right next to the Tanot Mata Mandir main complex. The museum houses the bombs which didn’t blast near the temple. These bombs serve as living proof of the grace of Tanot Mata.

Do pay a visit to Tanot Mata Mandir whenever there is a planned tour of Rajasthan or Jaisalmer. In order to visit Tanot Mata Mandir, one needs to reach Jaisalmer. Jaisalmer can be reached by railways and roadways. The nearest airport to Jaisalmer is Jodhpur airport. Once you reach Jaisalmer, you can either hire a taxi or book a bus at your convenience. Jaisalmer to Tanot Mata taxi fare starts from ₹1500. Jaisalmer to Tanot Mata bus timetable varies according to the service provider. General bus timings for the state transport buses are at 16:00 from Jaisalmer to Tanot, whereas the return is on the next day at 7:00 in the morning. There aren’t any hotels nearby, but army-provided accommodation is available near the temple for a night’s stay.

Apart from the Tanot Mandir and the museum, tourists can also visit the Sadewala and Longewala posts where the 1965 and 1971 wars were fought.

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