#Pururavas and Urvashi

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Urvashi is the only apsara mentioned explicitly by name in the Rigveda. Born out of sage Narayan's thigh, she is one of the most prominent apsaras in Indra's divine court regarded as the most beautiful and an excellent dancer. She takes part in major mythological events out of which her marriage to the mortal king Pururavas being the most prominent. She also plays a major role in the birth of revered sages, Vashishtha and Agastya.

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When you dance before the gods, flinging orbits of novel rhythm into space, Urvashi, the earth shivers, leaf and grass, and autumn fields heave and sway; The sea surges into a frenzy of rhyming waves; The stars drop into a sky-beads from the chain that leap till it breaks on your breast; And the blood dances in men's heart with sudden turmoil. ↳˳⸙ Rabindranath Tagore

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[ramayantika]

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Divine escapades, all filled with love, hate, betrayal, and deceit; every shade of emotion, every rasa of life finds its existence in their tales.

And just like that, a little trickery of speech causes the newly crowned star debutante of Apsaraloka to descend to the blue-green lands of Mrityuloka, which you mortals call 'Earth.'

Witnessing mortality from afar as an almost immortal being is one thing, but experiencing mortality among mortals as an immortal is another. Being semi-divine has a few perks to make life a little easier on Earth, but what if one young heart falls in love with a simple mortal, as young as her?

The tales of Apsaras loving mortal men are as old as time. Urvashi fought with the Lord of the Heavens for Pururava, but the gods, with their trickery, brought the beautiful damsel back to the heavens.

Shall time repeat the same old tale with Yuthika, or shall love this time find a way to stay?

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♛┈⛧┈┈•༶

A Nymph's Mortal Love, Book 1 of Lovers of the Cosmos Series, now on wattpad.

Uploaded the Prelude and the first three chapters.

Wattpad id: ramayantika

Writing account: samridhi.writes (for writing updates and posts)

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An oleograph depicting Urvashi, the most beautiful apsara, abandoning her husband, Pururavas, a king in Hindi mythology.

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Hidden Facts about Apsara

The term "Apsara" is derived from the Sanskrit word "ap," which means water, and "sara," which means essence or motion. Therefore, the word "Apsara" can be translated to mean "one who moves in water. Apsaras are fascinating beings with several lesser-known facts and intriguing aspects:

Power: In Hindu mythology, Apsaras are believed to possess the power to change their forms at will and to assume any appearance they desire. They are also said to be able to bestow blessings on those they favor.

Influence and Symbolism: Apsaras are not just mythical beings but also symbols of beauty, creativity, and artistic inspiration. They represent the ideal of feminine beauty and grace, inspiring artists, poets, and musicians throughout history.

Stories and Legends: Several fascinating stories and legends involve apsaras. For example, the tale of Urvashi and Pururavas narrates the love story between an apsara and a mortal, highlighting the transient nature of beauty and love.

Depictions in Art and Literature: Apsaras have been a popular subject in Indian art and literature for centuries. They are often depicted in sculptures, paintings, and dance forms like Bharatanatyam and Odissi, symbolizing the epitome of beauty and grace

[zeherili-ankhein]

Atp I'm starting to think that Urvashi storyline was just a comphet but somehow even THAT turned out to be one of their most popular gay storylines like😭

"Oh they're attracted to this apsara and ask her out"

Maitravaruna cult: BOOOOOO >:(((

"BUTTT"

Maitravaruna cult:

"They have two offspring WITHOUT Urvashi's involvment"

Maitravaruna cult: YAYYYYYY :DD

I can imagine some random priest or someone was in peer pressure to make something straight and they came up with the Urvashi incident but they had a friend or someone who was like “YOU STAY BACK I'M GONNA MAKE IT EVEN MORE GAE”

But poor Urvashi she got hate just like that 😭😭😭 also poor Pururavas he got caught in the mix just like that 😭 (atleast they got to have cute moments...)

Also atp I'm starting to think the MitraVaruna cult was high on some real thing, because they were so unhinged they just like that agreed Mitruna had two children and nwver questioned anything 🗿 (neither am I...)

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Like she literally rejected Varun for you what are you so mad about HSJSKSKDJDJ (also yeah the fuck did Pururavas do 😭)

That's the only explanation. Mitruna had a fight earlier (maybe was Varun's fault so he's pretty chill about it) and hence he's absolutely fuming, and Urvashi and Varun's interaction was just the ghee on fire for him XD.

OMG WAIT WHAT IF MITRA SOUGHT URVASHI OUT OF SPITE AFTER THEIR FIGHT??? (why tf did that rhyme lmao)

Bro why is Mitra so angy here lmao chill bbg

Also I love how Varun didn't get jealous of Mitra but somehow Mitra got jealous of Varun for Urvashi talking to him ☠️

Mitra is something bothering you babe?

Source: Valmiki Ramayana (Chapter 56, Book 7: Uttara-kanda)

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Story of King Pururava and Urvashi Apsara

Story of King Pururava and Urvashi Apsara

Urvashi attracts King Pururava Once, King Pururava was roaming in a forest. Suddenly, he saw Urvashi, the celestial nymph. King Pururava got sexually attracted to Urvashi. However, Urvashi laid down some conditions to accept his proposal. So, in a haste, he accepted all her conditions. Giving a yes to all her conditions, the two retired to the lovely gardens of the Devatas,…

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An Alphabet of Legendary Ladies - उ for उर्वशी/Urvashi, for @allegoriesinmediasres!

Here is what men have said about Urvashi: that she is impure, unchaste, a faithless wife; that she was conjured only to torment men and lure them from their salvation; that she deserved to spend years curled up as a creeper in a sacred grove for her petulance. 

This is what Urvashi knows of herself: that she is immortal, unknown, unknowable; that she, unlike her sisters, was born from the body of Narayana himself; and that no part of the divine is meant to be bound and trapped by the dullness of mortal things, whatever her former husband might claim. 

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Shakuntala once again set out for Hastinapur, with the same mission in mind – only different company and a different perspective. The day after they had the talk, Shakuntala and Bharat hastily packed their bags and left for Hastinapur, leaving the duties of the ashram to Shakuntala’s father, who just materialized out of thin air when she thought of him (retirement was going great for him).

Although they wanted to meet Dushyant, the mother-son duo also had another lucrative goal in mind – sightseeing. Shakuntala wasn’t able to explore much of the city when she had last come around a decade ago, and even though the ashram and the forest were captivating places, the drive for exploring is something that even the smallest of insects feel, and as such can’t be satiated. This time, she and Bharat had planned a full itinerary of fun in the fabled City of Elephants.

They journeyed along the many canals that had been dug, bordered with blue lotuses whose seeds had come as part of the dowry of the queen, and shopped in the wondrous floating markets. They also saw the Gardens of Pururavas, the tragic king who went mad with grief when his wife Urvashi, one of the most beautiful apsaras in existence, was tricked into leaving him and returning back to the heavens, and so he wandered the mortal realms calling out her name until he dissolved into air and was reunited with her. They relished Lankan and Sumerian dishes, which included crab meat and spit roasted lamb marinated in yoghurt and dry fruits (dishes they could never have in the ashram, which frowned upon non-vegetarian food), along with a sweet dish made entirely out of coconuts (even the husk was used!) and a soft golden-brown bread served with cheese, olive oil and pomegranates, in a wonderfully built restaurant complex with a hearth and a temple to Annapurna, goddess of food and nourishment, at its centre. They went to a theatre where they immersed themselves in the story of the Amrit Manthan, visited a carnival, went shopping for books, art supplies and even bought a silk Yishang each : as Chinese influence spread into the rest of Jambudvip through Magadh, which bordered the Shang Chinese to the northeast, it was becoming fashionable in the land to wear clothes resembling those worn by their neighbours to the east. They even bumped into the innkeeper who had given shelter to Shakuntala all those years ago! Accompanied by his son and daughter-in-law, the man once again invited both of them to stay over at his house. Called Vrishasena, the man had come to Hastinapur to make a living for himself around fifty years ago, when it was still ruled by the legendary King Kuru, and had since then seen three kings, Dushyant the latest. He was average statured for a man, and had a pot belly which indicated long hours spent sitting and a prosperous household. He had lost his first wife to the pox and had raised his five children and managed the inn all alone, until he met his husband twenty years ago, who served as a major in the imperial army and was currently stationed at the northwestern border. His house, a three-storey structure, was a modest building with a large courtyard and a small backyard garden. A mango and ashok tree stood as the guardians, and flowering vines clambered over the naked mud and sandstone walls. After a week of staying with his family and travelling the enormous city, Shakuntala and Bharat finally bid adieu to Vrishasena and set off for the royal palace.

Just looking at those doors and that frightening gateway made Shakuntala shiver. The last time she was here, her experience wasn’t exactly something one would want to remember. However, this time was different. She wasn’t some nineteen-year-old lovestruck girl, oblivious to the outside world, she was a grown and sensible woman. Plus, this time it concerned her son. God forbid, if she were given the same treatment today, she would place a dreadful curse on the entire city. Plague sounded nice.

Instead of flying solo, they joined a throng of petitioners who were entering through another smaller door set into the walls. A clerk, frighteningly close to death, filled down her name and reason of visit, her hand trembling and bottle green glass bangles shaking on her frail wrists. The interior of the palace changed with each reign to suit the tastes of the new king. Under Dushyant, the palace adopted a more simplistic, efficient and elegant taste as opposed the lavish, stifling and opulent ones popular elsewhere. The open-air walkways supported by intricately carved Greek columns were lined with plants, with their entrances covered with vines to keep out the oppressive heat. Niches and holes were carved expertly to keep the entire structure well ventilated and cool, and mats made of khus and hay were sprinkled with water and placed over windows to provide cooling. The sabha, a vast auditorium where the king held daily court, was shaped like a crescent moon, in keeping with astrology, architecture and symbolism. The thrones of the ministers and advisors kept descending according to rank, and were arranged like the twenty-seven nakshatras or constellations in the night sky, wives of the moon god Chandra, whose children were the establishers of Dushyant’s dynasty. The vast crowd of petitioners stood near the western gate of the court and headed one by one towards a raised platform at the centre, where they could be seen and heard by all as they talked about their concerns. The king however, was absent. No worries, thought Shakuntala. What’s a few minutes compared to twelve years? She and Bharat instead sat down on one of the cushions placed there, and waited. It was all they could do.

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A Tryst with Mortality (BLURB)

Pleased, the sages ask a young Yuthika to ask for a wish she would want to fulfill. While answering, she accidentally reveals her not-so-secret desire to experience a mortal life on Bhuloka, and the sages immediately bless her.

Witnessing mortality from afar as an almost immortal being is one thing, but experiencing mortality among mortals as an immortal is another. Being semi-divine has a few perks to make life a little easier on earth, but what if one young heart falls in love with a simple mortal, as young as her only in flesh?

The tales of Apsaras loving mortal men are as old as time. Urvashi fought with the Lord of the Heavens for Pururava, but the gods, with their trickery, brought the beautiful damsel back to the heavens.

Shall time repeat the same old tale with Yuthika, or shall love this time find a way to stay?

Is the saying really true that love will always find a way?

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The idea: Apsara romance

So, yes, the ones tagged here as well as if in case others want to read this book, ATWM (book ka shortform) will be up on wattpad in a few days.

The blurb is really short, but i thought that if i write more, then I would end up revealing the story. I have the outline in my head, right from the beginning to the end, but i need to fill in. And I am working on other books too.

Actually, I came with with this idea while deciding to go on a small break from Goddesses, Rishikas and Women. I wanted to work on this one from some months before, but i guess, new year new story so here we are..

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So this is one of my favourite Raja Ravi Varma paintings. It’s a depiction of the ancient legend of Urvashi (an immortal hindu nymph) and King Pururavas (a mortal ruler), and it’s one of the oldest love stories - the earliest versions show up in the Vedas, which are pre-Christ. This was painted in probably the late 1850-1880s.

I love it partly because like all Raja Ravi Varma’s art, he really knows how to play with emotion in his painting... and partly because of the sheer meme potential: “BYE GURL”

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Brihannala (also written as Brihannada, Brihannata, or Vrihannala), was the name assumed by Arjuna in the Hindu epic Mahabharata. Arjuna spent the one year of his exile as Brihannala at King Virata’s Matsya Kingdom. He taught song and dance to the princess Uttara.

Once Arjuna was invited to the palace of Indra, his father. Urvashi, one of the heavenly maidens at Indra’s palace was strongly attracted to Arjuna. Indra also noted that his son was also bewitched by Urvashi’s beauty. So Indra took it upon himself to offer Urvashi to Arjuna.

Having received Indra’s instructions, Urvashi reached Arjuna’s room one night. But Arjuna did not have any intentions of making love to Urvashi. Instead he called her the “mother” of the Kuru race. Because once Urvashi was the wife of king pururavas the ancestor of Kuru Dynasty. Urvashi felt insulted, now that a mere mortal was able to resist her. She cursed him that Arjuna will be a eunuch for the rest of his life, who could only sing and dance with other women. Later on Indra’s request, Urvashi curtailed the curse to a period of one year, which would be the thirteenth year of the Pandavas’ exile.

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Amore e Psiche, favola dell'anima

Amore e Psiche Favola dell’anima

Int.: Daniele Molino, Roberta Crivelli,  

Francesca Tripaldi, Simone Tudda, 

Roberta Barbiero, Caterina Bonanni, Pietro Cerchiello.

adattamento e regia Daniela Capurro.

Conferenze precedenti a cura di Paola Martini

e Guido Milanese. Moderatrice: Maurizia Migliorini

Produzione Teatro G.A.G.

Il 6 e 7 ottobre alle ore 20:00

Museo diocesano 

Chiostro dei canonici

Nella programmazione di ActorsPoetryFestival 11th, un filone di ricerca interessa arti figurative e rappresentazioni teatrali. Letteratura musica e poesia interagiscono in teatri, spazi, chiostri, musei chiese e territorio. Il tema della “Fabula” permea il progetto suscitando una nuova drammaturgia, costruita ad hoc. Il bicentenario della morte di Antonio Canova, del quale Genova conserva la Maddalena penitente a Palazzo Bianco e molte opere che costituiscono il gran teatro di Staglieno, è appena uno spunto. Ci si chiede il perché di tanta fortuna in tutte le arti di “Amore e Psiche”, favola dell’anima, attraverso cui si individua una linea per coproduzioni e partenariati anche con l’estero. Della Fabula di Apuleio sono molte le trasposizioni e/o traduzioni in almeno una ventina di varianti: dall’India antica (Urvashi e Pururava), alla Cina (favola del bifolco e della tessitrice separati dal Fiume d’Argento), al Giappone col Kojiki, la più antica cronaca esistente e il primo testo di narrativa giapponese pervenutoci, che narra di Toyotamabime e Ho-wori. Dal mondo celtico con Melusina, al mondo germanico con Lohengrin, agli Ojibway dell'America Settentrionale, agli Zulù dell'Africa meridionale, ai Chota Nagpur dell’India, non si contano le versioni estratte dal patrimonio orale. 

Amore e Psiche è una fabula che..."occupa il centro esatto delle Metamorfosi, quasi mise en abyme dell’intera parabola...”(Carlo Ossola). Il successo della Fabula deae Psicae et Cupidinis, dalla Loggia di Psiche alla Farnesina (Raffaello), a Polidoro da Caravaggio, 1524, e Giulio Romano, e poi tanti altri sino ad Antonio Canova in una scultura che ha ispirato a sua volta generazioni di artisti, al cinema (La bella e la bestia), alla musica (Lohengrin), non lascia dubbi. Tracce di un ciclo narrativo orale che dall’Anatolia e dall’Iran, attraverso il Caucaso, assume origine letteraria nell’India del II millennio a.C., per giungere poi sotto molteplici vesti (Dracula, La Bella e la Bestia, Biancaneve), fino ai giorni nostri. L'ambizione di farla recitare in diverse lingue da attori noti nel panorama internazionale è un'importante valorizzazione culturale internazionale per la Liguria concretizzata ad ActorsPoetryFestival, che si impegna ad allestire alcune delle versioni interpretate da attori italiani/UE ed extra UE. Amore e Psiche è il primo di una serie di spettacoli sul tema. Regia e adattamento: Daniela Capurro. Int:. principali: Daniele Molino, Roberta Crivelli, Roberta Tripaldi, Roberta Barbiero, Pietro Cerchiello. Conferenze e spettacoli in programma:

 6 ottobre, ore 18:00 “Iconografia di Amore e Psiche tra sacro e profano”.  A cura di Paola Martini. Moderatrice: Maurizia Migliorini.                     ore 20:00 Amore e Psiche, favola dell’anima. Int. Daniele Molino, Roberta Crivelli, Francesca Tripaldi, Roberta Barbiero, Simone Tudda, Caterina Bonanni, Pietro Cerchiello.     

  7 ottobre   ore 18:00 “Amore e Psiche tra fantasy e filosofia”. A cura di Guido Milanese. Moderatrice: Maurizia Migliorini.               

          ore 20:00 Amore e Psiche, favola dell’anima. Replica.

ACTORSPOETRYFESTIVAL 11TH

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