#Pandu

[mellaga-karagani]

Requested by @toomanyfanficsbruh

Pandu 《Pokiri》

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"From the base of your neck to the arch of your eyelid, your beauty made a slave of me."

"I've never been good at telling people how I feel, but something in your eyes and the way you made me feel, made me want to try."

"I fell in love with you. I don't know how. I don't know why. I just did."

"I'm quite choked with my tenderness for you, my love, it makes me feel a bit pathetic that I love you this much."

"You looked at me like there was something in me worth looking at, and now I simply cannot look away from you."

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[livingtheparadoxlife]

The Princesses of the Mountains

Madri tries with all her strength to stop her husband, to remind him of Rishi Kindama's curse. But he doesn't listen, consumed by his desires.

The curse fulfills itself, and her husband collapses on the ground, still and pale. She can only stare at him, numb, unfeeling.

A mother's love momentarily takes over and she regains her senses for a bit, when she looks at her two sons grasping at each other's hands, barely holding on to their sanity. But it's not enough to stop her.

"Take care of my sons," she tells her co- wife, her mind still struggling to make sense of things as she stakes her claim to entering her husband's pyre, "For I cannot take care of yours. I'm not as impartial as you, sister."

She says nothing more as she leaps into the fire, her ears deaf to the twins' screams.

The princesses of Madra, they are doomed from the start.

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The memory of Shyam's eyes, his amused smile, haunt Lakshmnanaa as she walks through the forests of Dwaraka, surrounded by the women, and by some of the men who had miraculously survived the massacre of the Yadavas, unlike her husband and sons.

Marching ahead of them, murmuring constant assurances, is her beloved's dearest friend, the weilder of the Gandiv. His words are wise, full of confidence, but she can hear the underlying grief on it, wreaking havoc across his soul.

She trusts him still, him and his ability to protect them all. Her husband had too.

But grief does wild things to people, and when the robbers attack, Dhananjay cannot even lift his Gandiv. They attack, they rob, they pillage and they threaten the women's honour.

She has lost her husband, her sons, her grandsons and her relatives. She will not lose her honour too.

So, silently she slips away from the chaos and lights a lone pyre in a far corner of the forests, entering it with the quiet dignity that had been her companion in life.

It doesn't burn like she'd thought it would. It burns like the hearth, it's warm and lovely.

Perhaps, when one's soul had been burnt, the body cannot feel the fire.

The princesses of Madra, they are doomed from the start.

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Vijayaa watches her husband as he tells her that he must leave her again, this time forever, to journey to heaven. The Mahaprasthan, he calls it, as he gently holds her hands.

She never asks her husband, wise and pragmatic man that he is, why he agreed to undertake the suicidal journey.

She knows the answer already.

So, inconspicuously so as to not alarm him, she lets go of his hand.

She watches her husband shed his regal fineries before he leaves, letting them pool at his feet as he wraps himself up in the clothes of coarse deerskin.

Slowly, she helps him adjust his uttariya, even as he asks her not to, for it might bruise her hands.

She watches her husband leave the room, the palace, the city, herself and the world as he and his brothers and their wife walk towards the heavens.

Resolutely, she watches until his back fades away from view. Then, she steps back inside the palace and lets out a sigh she'd been holding for far too long.

The princesses of Madra, they are doomed from the start.

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Madravati can only shudder in fear and grief over the impending when her husband tells her of Rishi Shringa's curse.

She remembers, she remembers her grandfathers- in- law say something about the burning of the Khandav forest, about the serpent king's vow of vengeance.

It doesn't take her long to put two and two together, and then when her husband leaves for the safe house, she knows, better than ever, that she'll never see him alive again.

By the time the news of his death has reached the inner quarters, she's mourned him already.

She simply nods at the messenger and sits down with a scroll and a quill, to write a letter to Janmajeya, informing him of his father's death.

Then, she stands up and walks out of her chambers for the rituals.

The princesses of Madra, they are doomed from the start.

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The princesses of Madra, they are doomed from the start.

Except, Savitri is no ordinary princess, she is a daughter of Savitr, of the Sun God who doesn't rise.

She marries Satyavan, knowing he's doomed to die, for the love is worth it all. And then, she brings him back too, all through sheer force of will.

She simply follows the God of Death with bleeding feet and an aching throat as he leaves with her husband's soul, till at last he is pleased at her devotion and grants her any wish, except her husband's life.

"Let my father have a son, for he has no heirs save for me," she says, head bowed and hands clasped, and he grants it.

But she keeps following him, and he grants her a second boon. "Let my father- in- law be restored to his sight and to the kingdom that is rightfully his," she requests, and he grants it too.

She still follows him, and he grants her a third request.

"Let me be the mother of a hundred valourous sons by my husband," she says at last, and the God of Death grants it, perhaps not paying much attention to the implications.

He realizes soon enough, but the words have been spoken and her husband comes back to life.

"Blessed may you be, daughter," Yama Raj smiles and she bows again.

But something tells her that her actions had consequences, if not for her, then for others.

But she can worry about it later. For now, her husband is alive and its all that matters.

[zeherili-ankhein]

#mahabharat podcast

Honestly... Sundar aurat dekhke sab bhul jaate hai kya log... If only Pandu was holding back that day...

[musingsonthemahabharata]

main characters from the Mahābhārata, part V: Nakula & Sahadeva! to me, they are the unsung Pāṇḍavas. not much is known about them mainstream-wise as opposed to the other three brothers - which is unfortunate as they are such interesting characters! i compiled my favourite (and, in my opinion, most fascinating) facts about them in this series, such as:

Sahadeva, the youngest of the brothers, has the gift of sight, which he gains at Paṇḍu's funeral by eating a piece of his corpse that was carried by ants

Nakula can communicate with animals and is especially adored by horses. Draupadī names him the most beautiful man on Earth; after her disrobing, he veils his face as they depart for exile so women do not see his beauty and do not grieve him too harshly

& many more!

artwork credit: Vamchi Vams. (sadly, not much art has been created of them either!)

[netraa-dotcom]

The Birth of the Pandava Brothers

Siddharth Kumar Tewary's MAHABHARAT

[blackknight-100]

If you are still taking prompts, can you do a Pandu does not exist/Pandu dies fic?

Hello anon! Thank you for the prompt!

Pandu doesn't exist throughout most of the Mahabharat, so I presume you're asking if he dies before wedding Kunti or doesn't exist at all?

In that case, I think much of the Mahabharat wouldn't happen at all. Despite his almost negligible existence, his familial position as well as his death forms the crux of the epic. Without him, the five brothers would not exist together, or have any claim to the throne, so pretty much Duryodhan is the projected Emperor.

This also made me realise how one dead man's name united five brothers who don't share the same blood and I'm not sure this is a realization I needed this early in the morning :')

[tiny-pteranodon]

mera bachpan kahan gya?

[urmomw4ntsme]

literally har meri mutual ke inbox me jaake you're adding them to your mutuals gantulet, you sly dog

[chickie456-chickencoop]

One eye open when I'm sleeping ~one eeeeyyyeeee~ 👁

[incorrectmahabharatquotes]

Dhritarashtra: Name one thing that hurts worse than a chainsaw.

Vidur: Self-doubt.

Pandu: Wood chipper.

[lasttree-garsennon]

well well well

look who it is

if it isn't the buzurg who forgot about mr

I'm really sorry pandu life has just been one thing after another

Also mr who?

[livingtheparadoxlife]

Nakul doesn't learn the science of medicines for his own pleasure, or for the fact that his father is the divine healer, although it surely serves to elevate his skills.

He learns, because when they are still children fresh out of the forests, his twin's muffled sobs at night when he has nightmares, are too much for him to bear.

He might only be elder by minutes, and teasing Sahadev over it may be one of his guiltiest pleasures, but there are times when he does take it seriously. Surely, if his divine father could bring the dead back to life, he could calm his brother down?

It's the one thing he'll never forgive his mortal parents for.

[zeherili-ankhein]

#mahabharat podcast

Nothing to say about the birth of the Pandavas... Except I find the curse on Pandu kinda funny... Ok nevermind

[musingsonthemahabharata]

pt. 1 of the main characters from the Mahābhārata series! will expand more on the Pāṇḍavas in the next post.

*last painting credit: Giampaolo Tomassetti!

[makrostil]

pandu 2015

[timetravellingkitty]

it's your birthday??

HAPPY BIRTHDAY REVA! one of my coolest mutuals ever that i feel lke we're sitting in comfortable silence, both doing our thing whenever i see you in notes

hope you have a great day!

THANK YOU PANDU ILY TOO 💕