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The Soul of Radhe Shyam on UV Creations. Radhe Shyam 2022 Indian Romantic Drama film ft. Prabhas and Pooja Hegde.

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(non)local bee watches krishna & radha draw rangoli outside their house | pt. 1

krishna & radha draw rangoli outside their house. seen from the pov of a disgruntled bee that is new to the place & doesn’t understand why everyone’s so charmed by this god (till it does)

[part 2]

Yamuna gushed brightly. Having risen just a few minutes ago, the sun bathed the world below in a buttery golden light. Blades of grass swayed despite not a single breeze blowing. It was as if their eyes, blinking awake, had fallen upon a sight that immediately jolted them out of their slumber. Filled their lean bodies with bliss uncontainable. 

A bee that had journeyed from a faraway land throughout the night—and that had been resting on top of a bud nearby—was also shaken awake by the movements of the grass. 

Annoyed by their incessant rustling, it hissed. ‘What’s the hurry now? So early in the morning, and you make such a ruckus! Fools. Stay still!’

‘How can we!’ the grass cried in unison, their trembling only growing more sweet. ‘How can we stop, how can we stay still, when our god is right there?’

‘God?’ the bee snapped. ‘What god!’

‘Oh, we can’t be still. He makes us this way. How can we be still when the mere sight of him fills us with so much pleasure we don’t know what to do with ourselves?’

‘You’ll are fucking crazy,’ the bee muttered, following the direction in which the grass seemed to be leaning. Who was this god? There’s no way he’s making every single blade of grass on this land lose its mind. ‘I don’t believe it—’ 

The bee couldn’t finish that thought, though. Not before its gaze met a pair of lotus-eyes, staring back at him. 

The owner of the eyes was a tall man at a distance, holding a broomstick, bent slightly at the curve of his waist. His skin was the colour of clouds heavy with rain. He seemed to have been in the middle of cleaning the area outside what looked like a house. And as if he’d heard the bee’s doubts, one of his eyebrows lifted in amusement. 

You really don’t believe it?

The bee’s mouth burst open in a gasp, its heart pounding.

Before it could dwell on its own embarrassing reaction, however, the solid weight beneath it seemed to give away. 

With a shriek, the bee found itself plunging down. 

But it hadn’t hit the ground. 

Mildly dizzy, it shook its head and looked around. 

It seemed to have fallen into…a flower?

‘What the fuck,’ the bee whispered, straightening itself. 

As it found its footing once more, it noticed, confusion streaking its eyes, that the petals of the flower were a soft violet. The same colour as the bud that it had chosen to camp on…

‘The bud!’ the bee realized with a start. ‘Is that you?’

‘Of course, who else would I be?’ the flower snorted from below, a haughty attitude dripping from its voice. The bee grunted in return. 

‘Why would you just become a flower so suddenly!’

‘Shut up,’ the flower snarled. 

But the very next moment, in a complete change of character—a transformation that left the bee gaping in shock—the flower’s voice lost all of the mean edge. It morphed into an unrecognisably soft, honeyed melody, as the flower turned towards the distant house, towards the god who had resumed sweeping. It cooed shyly, petals pinkening. 

‘My god looked this way. He looked my way. Of course I opened up and bared myself completely for his eyes then. Of course I bloomed for him. How else am I supposed to beg him to walk over, take me in his mouth, and suck every last drop of nectar out of me till I forget who I am?’ 

‘Excuse me?’ 

As a bee, it was hard not to feel personally offended at that.

The audacity of this god. First he makes the grass—every single one of them—kick up a completely unnecessary storm so early in the morning because they are supposedly mad with happiness at the mere sight of him. Then he charms the flowers so completely, without so much as a glance, till they defy the laws of nature—blossoming for him at the most untimely moments and blushing and calling for him to eat them up (as if they can’t see the bee hovering right in front of their eyes). Really, the audacity of this god!

Displeasure thrumming through its body, the bee whipped its head towards the house with a glare.

The god was still hard at work, the muscles of his arm shifting with each sweep of the broomstick, and the bee almost turned away, thinking he hadn’t noticed it—but right then, as if he knew exactly what it had been thinking, as if he’d heard all of its complaints, the god let out a chuckle. Deep and low and a secret shared just between them. 

Warmth scorched the bee’s face, and it leapt off the flower—rushing to hide behind a tree. 

‘S-Shit.’ 

end of pt. 1

[h0bg0blin-meat]

What hindu gods/deities are lgbt (I'm sorry if this is rude or ignorant I just wish to learn as I've heard some are)

Dw it's neither rude nor ignorant. Now before I start I do wanna say that almost all the queerness we see in Hindu mythology is highly subtextual most of the time, which is like pretty obvious cuz these were the ancient times. So this might lead to a varied number of interpretations, and I can only offer the same. But most of them are pretty convincingly queer, so let's get into it cuz why tf not. (This is gonna be a loooooong post so buckle up)

Vishnu

This fella is probably the most pan-coded deity in the entire pantheon. Extremely comfortable with both his masculine and feminine side, Vishnu can sometimes be considered one of the peak genderfluid icons out there. His avatar, Krishna, despite being referred to as the Parampurush (in other words the manliest man in the entire universe), his physical appearance (which is what is considered to be a very feminine body for a man today, i.e., slender and soft) breaks the stereotype of what masculine man should look like. There are paintings of him and Radha where I've stared for like a hot minute trying to figure out which one is Radha (mostly in grayscale cuz otherwise their complexions are a dead giveaway) and yet, he slays it like a badass.

Then we also have Mohini, the goddess of beauty probably the best seductress out there, and the only female avatar of Vishnu. Through her having a union (yk what they mean by that) with Shiva (AHEM subtext amirit), Vishnu gave birth to Ayyappa, and wouldja look at dat he has two dads, which was actually prophesized. Mohini in one of the versions of Mahabharata (not the original one) ALSO slept with Iravan (Arjun's son) the night before he was gonna offer himself as a sacrifice for the Kurukshetra war. Reason was that Iravan had a wish to get married and spend the night with his wife before dying, and wishing his wife would mourn for him after his death. So Krishna felt bad for him, turned himself into Mohini and married him. The next day she held her husband's body and mourned for him like any wife would. We can also go back to the time where he sported (make of that word what you will) with Arjuni (female version of Arjun) as well as the female version of Narad (for a year in the latter's case).

In short, we can see how chill Krishna is with his fluidity with sexuality and gender, so much so that it's hard to put a label on him sometimes, which is fine. But yes interpreting him as queer wouldn't necessarily be a preposterous claim after all.

Shiva

Tbh Shiva is also pretty queer-coded, given his union with Mohini (and yes he specifically ASKED Vishnu to turn into her and hence he KNEW it was his best friend after all), and him turning into a woman to join Krishna's leela that one time, which also denotes that he's pretty confident in his gender fluidity as well, to some extent. He also has a sort of female avatar, who's actually very underrated. I think it's called Shivani. Also no one can deny the tension between Shiva and Vishnu let's be real here. They even have a ship name- Harihar, PLUS that "Vishnu is in the heart of Shiva and Shiva is in the heart of Vishnu" line. Btw this was a joke, but now you know why they're one of the popular ships of Hindu mythology. I personally have very neutral stance to the kind of bond they share, whether you call it platonic or something else.

(Note that I personally do not consider Ardhanarishwar and Vaikunthakamalaja as any genderfluid thingy because I just see them as literal fusions of the two couples, but yes many consider these two fused versions of Parvati-Shiva and Lakshmi-Narayan respectively to be gender-nonconforming, or non-binary of some sort.)

Lakshmi

Why did I add her here? Because I have a feeling she might be bi, given the fact that her husband is also technically her wife, considering we take Mohini into account, who I'm pretty sure she loves just as much as she loves Vishnu. But again, that's just my take on it.

Agni

Now he's one of the more popular queer-coded Hindu gods, specifically known for his implied poly-esque relationship with his wife Svaha and Soma (the wind god). Now many sites on Google have claimed Soma to be his husband, but I am yet to find a scriptural evidence for that claim, so I suggest you to take their words with a grain of salt. But what IS true is that these two guys do share a pretty profound bond. There was also this one instance where Soma went to a mountain and Agni followed him. Then both of them at the top of that mountain, 'became one' (what does that mean? not sure but it sure as hell sounded romantic. anyways). Also Soma is considered the "seed" and Agni the "progenitor" hence releasing the "seed". Now again what does that mean? Idk but that's sus as hell for sure.

Plus, Agni is also very well-known to be the (oral) receptor of Shiva's (and sometimes Soma's but not sure about the second one) semen, which he then flung into Ganga cuz it was too hot to bear for him, and that's how Kartikeya/Murugan/Skanda (Shiva and Parvati's son and a God of war) was born. So yeah.

Mitra-Varuna

These two.... are another pair of popular queer-coded Hindu deities. They're almost always summoned and worshipped together, and you can say they have canonically.... well had a union, and good news is none of them became a woman for the deed. Their union is recorded in the Shatapatha Brahmana 2.4.4.19, where Mitra is said to have "implanted his seed in Varuna" (hmmm nothing homosexual going on here) during the waning moon. Many people consider this a metaphor for the cyclic nature of celestial phenomena so it's upto you to interpret it however you want.

Now they also give off that sunshine x grumpy vibe, with Mitra being the god of friendship, sun, daylight, dawn and stuff while Varuna is the god of the waters, moon, nighttime, dusk etc. Plus, the latter has anger issues but he has a bubbly Mitra (pun intended) to calm him down for dat :D.

They are also known for siring two sages, Agastya and Vasistha after they accidentally released and mixed their semen into a pot as a result of getting enchanted by Urvashi (one of the apsaras or celestial nymphs).

Budh and Ila

Budh is technically an AMAB non-binary (or intersex) deity (and technically the planet Mercury) born to Chandra (who's also synonymous to Soma most of the time) and Tara, to put it simply, and got cursed to be neither male nor female because Chandra had an affair with someone else's wife -_- (Tara was the wife of Brihaspati, or Jupiter, who was also the guru of the gods).

Ila is another genderfluid deity. Some versions of the myth says they were born a woman, some say they were born a man called Sudyumna, while some say they were born a woman, but since their parents wanted a son, Mitra-Varuna (who they preyed to) changed their gender and Sudyumna was born (but then there was some issue with the rituals, which led to the duo to turn him back to a woman, which is when they took the name of Ila. Ik, too much gendershifting going on, bear with me). Anyhoo they got this genderfluidity from Shiva's spell and every month they'd change sex from Sudyumna to Ila and back to Sudyumna and so on. Budh got enchanted by Ila and married her, and bore the Pururavas with her.

Later on, some versions say Ila permanently turned into a man with Parvati's boon. But personally interpreting, Budh was technically still married to Sudyumna so..... idk what happened to them afterwards tho. I hope they were still spouses...

[janaknandini-singh999]

Radha isn't just Krishna's lover, she's his biggest supporter, teacher, best friend and literally his counterpart. We are drawn to our kanha without worldly logic as to what exactly he does to us that makes him so mesmerizing but Radha is the one who hypnotizes even him. All of us want him by our side but she let him go. For us. Rukmini threatened to kill herself if he didn't marry her, Mirabai devoted her entire life to him, Arjuna was desolate without his guidance, they all choose Krishna again and again but Radha lets Krishna choose his path, his dharma always. It doesn't mean any of them loved Krishna less, but Radha just understood him the most. We all long for his arrival including Radha but she realized the importance of his departure too. Radhakrishn isn't just some greatly sacrificing, godly, dreamy teens in love, unachievable story of passion but the journey of self love, unconditional love, picking our battles, finding our purpose, circumstances leading to separation from each other because of that purpose, growing and learning more each day individually for ourselves and each other, and finally letting it all go out into the world with only the utmost compassion and empathy <3

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Unconventional Flowers Event - March Bonus

Dahlias for Holi ft. Nanami

A/N: March bonus prompt for my Unconventional Flowers Event. I honestly was hoping for a very unique holiday and this got my attention in all the right ways. Requested by @sitarawrites. For more information on the Festival of Colors, visit Wikipedia.

Rating: E, fluffy

Pairing: Nanami x reader (Desi reader implied)

Word Count: 971

People had been skeptical of your marriage to Nanami, wondering how you would ever blend your rich, individual backgrounds. For the two of you, it just meant more cultural holidays to celebrate together, and spoiling each other with a wider variety of food and sweets accompanying each one. You knew he’d adapt well, he’s proven that when you were dating, even though Indian festivals tended to be crowded and loud. 

And you loved him for the way he kept up the rules that fell on your festival days. Vegetarian food only, and though he didn’t need to, he sat in the back while you offered your prayers, his hair damp because it was customary to always have your hair washed on festival days. The first piece of prasad which you offered to him with love after all the prayers and poojas were done, broken in half as he feeds it to you as well. It was bliss.

But the one festival Nanami refused to participate in was Holi. He had no qualms against the day in general, but rather, the way it was celebrated, by throwing colored water and powder onto others to celebrate the triumph of good over evil. You’d pouted because Holi also celebrated the love between Lord Krishna and his eternal love Radha, the most well-known romantic story in all of Hindu mythology. Not that he hadn’t given it a fair try. You’d told him to wear something old and casual but the man simply didn’t own anything that fell under those categories. He spluttered along gingerly at the fairgrounds while everyone played, his hair weighed down in his eyes by dyed water in shades of shocking pink, electric yellow, and robin’s egg blue. 

He hated the wetness, the noise, and the fact that the dyes used in the water and powder didn’t rub off for days (seriously, what was in that stuff?). After his first one which had occurred back when you were both initially dating, he’d politely told you he would not be participating in the ones to come as he tried to rub off the darkening pink that had stained his face, neck, and ears. The color had only taken in more on his pale skin, making him look like he had a bad sunburn, something that Gojo and Yuji had been quick to point out while teasing him to no end. 

So it became the rule that he would sit with you during the morning for prayers, and you went with your family and friends to the fairgrounds to celebrate the rest of the day by throwing color at each other. The first Holi after you got married though, you felt a small twinge of sadness that your husband would be absent for this affair but you hid it, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaving.

When you arrive home, Nanami has laid down a towel trail from the door into the bathroom so that the color wouldn’t drip onto the carpet. You can’t help but appreciate his foresight on this; you loved Holi, but you certainly didn’t want to ruin the carpet. Under the hot spray, you let yourself wash off the colors that stuck to your body, watching them swirl into each other as they went down the drain. Honestly, it was only the pink that actually stuck, the rest of the colors washing off easily.  You step out, clean and fresh, and pad into the bedroom, to find Nanami sitting patiently on the bed with a cotton bag in his hands.

“Hey,” you say softly, tired from all the running around at the fairground and now the heat of the shower.

“Hey yourself.” He pats the space next to him. You oblige and sit next to him, the bed feeling soft and comforting after a long, energetic day.

“Did you have fun?” he gently rubs the top of your ear, now pink like a flamingo.

“Yeah. Missed you though.” You lace your fingers with his. 

“I know. Your face said it all when you left.” He kisses your hair, now washed and dried, smelling fragrant. “I’m sorry it disappoints you so much. But I just can’t find a way to enjoy playing Holi.”

You turn to kiss his jaw. “It’s not like you didn’t try. And you were miserable the whole time. It’s ok. It’s just one festival.”

“True. But. Maybe you and I can play Holi in a different way? One that involves colors but none of the mess?”

You look at him curiously, wondering what he had in mind before he hands you the bag he was holding. You peek into it and see that it’s filled to the brim with dahlias, your favorite flower. 

“Lay back.” You do as instructed, scooting up towards the pillows. Nanami dips his hand into the bag, picking up a pink flower. 

“Pink, to symbolize kindness and beauty.” He begins to lay all the pink flowers from the bag across your body shoulder to shoulder, like a devotee worshiping a goddess, and the act causes a rush of love to zoom through you.  

“Yellow, for cheer.” He places these across your chest and you hold still, not daring to move lest they fall off. 

“Orange, for celebrations and goodness.” These go across your stomach which is now jittery like there are a million butterflies in it. 

“Purple for respect and devotion.” The blooms are placed delicately along your legs and you feel giddy from the romance of it all. 

You lay there, colors all over your body, which was the whole point of Holi in the first place. Nanami carefully makes his way back up to your face, giving you a tender kiss on the lips, his eyes full of love.

“Happy Holi y/n. I hope this makes up for it.” 

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[nidhi-writes]

Me: *complaining to Krishna* Why are you making things hard for me? Please let me live happily as your Lakshmi is beside you.

Radha/Sita/Meera/Andal/Rukmini(LAKSHMI): *turns their head slowy at my direction*

Me: OK, OK, OK, My Mistake, ladies!! *geez*

[stardustkrishnaverse]

TEXTING HINDU GODS PT.2

cos i couldnt get enough 😂

RAMA 🫶:

- replies with a wholesome and sweet paragraph LITERALLY EVERY TIME

- asks you about your day

- tells you what him and his fam did that day

- helps you make friends ('Don't worry - you're so sweet and kind! You have got this! 🤗')

- emotional breakdown support 101

- does random facetimes to show you nice things he finds in the forest

- does group vid calls to show everyone

-- > does 'campfire sessions' on group vid call where you all play antakshari or tell stories together

- gives the best life advice, on parallel with Krishna's (surprise surprise amirite)

y/n : hi Ram ji :)

Rama : Hi my priye y/n, so good to hear from you! You know, today we saw this beautiful flower in the forest that I'm pretty sure is a Golden Arch Dendrobium - Lakshmana says we have come to the areas of Bharat where it is a native plant! Its colour was so mesmerising and bright - it looked so lovely in Sitey's hair! I wish you were here to see it 🥰 [Sends pic of flower]

y/n : *sends 10min voice note of emotional breakdown*

rama : *sends multiple vns back right away with lots of affirmations and emotional support. if your love language is physical touch he also posts you a hand-knit jumper or a crochet teddy for you to snuggle*

HANUMAN 🫶:

- another one for speed dial

- happy to help in every circumstance

-- > but may not help with picking outfits as he'll find smth nice to say for every option 😂💓

- BEST motivation and motivational speeches

- will pretend to study with you on vid call so you can have a study buddy 🥺

- if you can't sleep at night, will be on phone call telling a wholesome story to send u to sleep (most likely smth about his or shri ram's adventures)

- will highly appreciate you sharing your fave Shri Ram bhajans with him

- begins and ends every convo with 'JSR 🙏' (Jai Shri Ram)

- in summary: your fave uncle and grandad in one

- in bg of all of Shri Ram's vid calls and says hi haha (he loves to sing in the antakshari and is also such a big hype man 😁)

RADHA 🫶:

- you know that trope about going to dads with all your 'dad needs' like fixing the sink,, well that is radhe with LITERALLY EVERYTHING

- solves all your problems

- is also on speed dial

- is the caring older sister (without the brown eldest sibling trauma 💀)

- reposts all the dumb pics of herself that kanha tags her in and adds individual captions with the patience of only kanhas eternal consort 🥰

kanha : *posts of a pic of himself looking swag and radhe scratching her nose mid blink* RADHE ❤️

radhe : *resharing* I've never looked so good, new pfp material 😂

kanha : *comments* wow i get to be in ur pfp 🥹🥹🥹🥹 #blessed

radha : like u are not literally in all of them 🙄

y/n : *posts a vid of radha single-handedly doing dhakka to y/n's broken down car, kanha doing 😍 face in bg*

[blackknight-100]

Desperately need to talk about how fatherhood works in the Mahabharata for Surya and Indra with their mortal sons.

Arjuna is known as Indra's child. His most common epithets (related to familial lineage) largely come from his mother, but it is openly understood that he is Indra's child. Indra helps him out so many times and it's wholesome as hell.

Then you have Karna, who is not acknowledged as Surya's son, and Surya keeps Kunti's secret either out of duty or regret (for leaving a child with a baby, that is). So his help is next to nothing for most of Karna's life. And then the event comes when his brother is about to take away his son's armour, the only protection he has been able to offer this boy, and he knows Karna will give it away but he goes to dissuade him anyway. When he comes, in most versions, he says he comes to aid an ardent devotee. In BORI he says that there is a secret he cannot reveal, but he is here to warn Karna out of love.

And it stands out to me so much, that from Karna's perspective, he meets his father through years of devotion and prayer, because you can tell he thinks of Surya as his mentor and spiritual guide, and Adhiratha as his father. He has next to no qualms in claiming Radha as his mother even after he is told the truth, and his reaction to Kunti being his mother is not dissimilar.

And then this god shows up, does not even bother to reveal that he is his father (I imagine Karna must have been pretty peeved when he found out - in a "you could've just told me when you visited" way) and asks him to let go of the one thing he takes great pride in. Even there too, there is a great deal of respect for agency: Karna is firm and Surya compromises. If they'd had a few more chances to interact, I think they would work out pretty well.

And then you have Arjun and Indra, so beautifully entwined, so beloved and so dear. Indra helping Arjuna is seen as interference (and rightly so), but there is something so paternal about how Indra desperately tries to protect his child - depending on the version he (not necessarily chronologically):

a) mitigates the Urvashi curse,

b) sends out the Gandharvas to heckle the Kauravas

c) bestows divine counsel upon his son

d) gives him a great bow after getting thrashed

e) turns into an insect and gets Karna cursed.

And most importantly, he shows up at a MORTAL'S door, CLAIMING TO BE A BRAHMAN (which is, again depending on version, one of reasons why said mortal got cursed), declines offers of land and money and girls, and shamelessly demands the armour. A KING. REDUCED TO A BEGGAR.

Because remember, technically Brahman's are given state funding for their research, education, priesthood, or simply their birth. Indra does none of these. He knows this. Karna knows this. He knows that Karna knows this. But he demands it anyway.

Obviously, Karna's devotion to the Sun God, and the fact the said god is his father is a narrative device meant to represent his arc of reaching for the sun and getting burned (in most cases, at least), while Arjuna's relation to Indra and his rain motifs is because narratively he peaks at terminal velocity and then freefalls to the earth as soon as Krishna dies.

But I love thinking of what their respective relations to their fathers must have been, and how it mirrors/contrasts Kunti's relationship with the gods. Kunti calls Indra and he does what she wants (for him to give her a baby), and is able to support their child in most cases. Surya is called and he does not do what Kunti wants (for him to leave immediately), and his relationship with their son is one of distance and endurance. But they are good fathers still, as good as god can be. (Except Surya with Shani. Idk what's going on there).

Anyway I forgot what point I was trying to make... but yeah!

[nainawithspecs]

A little Rohini piece because I think she is extremely cool and also extremely underrated!

Rohini is not a woman of a lot of words.

And this is not particularly a secret to anyone in Vrindavan. She partakes occasionally in the discussions of milk and grains, lends a hand to Nanda in politics and calculations, sneaks in a suggestion to Krishna for clevering his antics here and there, but, ultimately, finds peace in curling up by the window, the afternoon sunlight falling languidly on the book in her hand.  

She is unsure, then, of how exactly it is that she gets roped into being the head of entertainment for the little girls of the village, that too for a full evening.

The adults are off to a wedding in the neighboring village, the boys are out frolicking in the fields, and the girls, not allowed out in the dark alone, are staring up at her with expectant eyes from where they sit cross legged on the ground.

“What,” she begins, and hopes her tone does not betray the confusion she feels. “Would you all like to do?”

“Can we play battle like the one they show in the nataks?” one from the fifteen responds, her red bindi rising with her eyebrows in eagerness.

“I do not think that would be very wise,” Rohini states, and the abundance of knives as well as children in the house, alongwith the lack of battleground proportions of space makes her believe she is right to do so. She would like to return the girls to their parents with all their organs intact. 

“We could weave a garland then?” 

This time it comes from the front, from the girl in braids and a blue choli. Radha. 

The unofficial leader of the gopis and the partner in crime in most of her nephew’s mischiefs, smiles excitedly at Rohini, and animatedly adds, “I saw Yashoda Kaki bring in a basket full of flowers today. We could all sit around and weave it together.”

Most of the girls nod in agreement.

It is not a bad idea at all, but, “She had to use all of them for the puja this morning, I am afraid.”

Radha’s moon-like face falls, and Rohini feels a slight pang of regret. 

The kid just beside Radha immediately declares. “Take us to the wedding. I heard the food there is delicious.”

“It will be over by now, Lali,” Radha pouts, looking into the distance. 

“And we can not go to a wedding empty handed,” a girl from the middle row pipes up, seemingly scandalized. “Right, Kaki?”

Rohini hides an amused smile at the exchange. “Quite right. And besides,” she looks over at the bright young faces. “I must confess, I happen to be completely in the dark in regard to whose nuptials are even taking place.” 

The girls exchange glances among themselves. There seems to be a silent mutual understanding when Radha leans ahead to whisper conspiratorially, “Us too, Kaki.” A pause. “I think that is why we were not invited.”

Rohini leans ahead too, and drops her voice to her level. “I think that is why I was not invited either.”

The young ladies break out in giggles and Rohini, surprisingly, finds herself joining them. 

“Weddings should be about food, not the names.” Lali huffs. “Nobody cares about them.”

“True. The fight over food makes better stories than most of the bride and grooms,” another girl, adorned with green bangles and a leaf crown, asserts.

Radha suddenly gasps, deep brown eyes lighting up. “Kaki! Why don’t you tell us a story? I have seen you reading everyday. You must know so many.”

There is murmur of agreement in the gathering and Rohini is surprised that why had she not thought of it.

“Yes,” Rohini breathes out, “I do know quite a few.” She may perhaps not be a words person, but stories to her had always been more about art rather than language. More a painting rather than ink. “And to suit the occasion, some of them happen to involve weddings too.”

There is a cheer from the gathering as Rohini beacons them closer. This time, the expectant eyes and eager expression are more than welcome as she begins, “There was once a king who wanted to marry a princess from a different culture. She agreed but first placed two demands about her god and freedom…”

When the boys come back, they are shocked to see the gopis chatting away with Rohini late into the night, hanging on each and every word of hers like a sacred thread.

When the grown ups come back, at the crack of dawn, they are left confused at the sight of kids asleep around Rohini in Yashoda’s aangan, as the crisp, almost orange light falls on the royal princess reading between the dozing forms, lightly stroking Radha’s hair who’s asleep on her lap.

(Years later, when Krishna kills Kansa and becomes the Lord of Mathura, when Subhadra comes into their world and when all Vrindavan is allowed to be is a distant unimportant village, Rohini weaves a tale to her daughter to lull her into a slumber and dares not dwell on why her heart recalls a hazy laughter filled evening and hurts itself so.) 

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HI! I've been reading through some old posts and i was wondering if you could explain how Arjun did raas with lord krishna? <3

Hello!

So the bit you're referring to is not actually from the Mahabharat. It's from the Padma Purana's pātāla-khanda.

This tiny story is a part of the dialogue that occurs between two people in the future as is the typical narrative style of these tales. It goes something like:

Arjun is curious to know all sorts of details about the raas-leela- where does it happen, how many gopis are there, who are they etc etc. Krishna is cryptic, as usual, and tells him that a man simply cannot perceive it even if the said man is more precious to him than life itself to him. Therefore, it's no use asking. Arjun is Disappointed™. Krishna is soft for him so he tells him it's fine and that he shouldn't worry about it because he'll see for himself. Then he instructs him to go to a goddess(Tripāsundari, to be exact) who will help him.

Arjun goes to her, prays to her and calls to her. She appears, pleased by his devotion and adoration. She also asks him a rhetorical question, that I personally find funny, which basically is along the lines of "What makes you so special that Krishna is letting you have this one thing that no other mortal, deity or ascetic can have?" She doesn't wait for an answer, because I think she already knew and then proceeds to give Arjun a list of prayer related tasks to worship her properly. After he follows her instructions, she and her friend show him Radha's house and vrindavan. Then she tells him to take dip in an auspicious lake and he does and emerges as a beautiful woman.

(At this point, I will be using she/her pronouns for Arjun/Arjuni because that's what the story says.)

Arjuni rises from the lake, having forgotten everything about her male self. There's a lot of poetic waxing about how alluring and attractive her voice, physicality and personality are. She happens upon a bunch of women(the gopis, obviously) who are equally as beautiful and charming as her. All the gopis are very lovely, actually and ask her who she is and how she happened to end up there and kind of soothe Arjuni's anxiety and then all of them introduce themselves. They say that they used to sages in their past life and are now gopis who participate in raas leela with Krishna.

They take her to lake, play with her, bathe her etc etc. It's all VERY sapphic, trust me. There's also a lot of praying involved. After the initiation is over, Arjuni meets Radha. More praying and devotion.

Pleased by all this devotion, Krishna asks Radha to bring Arjuni to him who promptly breaks out into sweaty excitement upon seeing him.

(Okay, now, I guess I'm obligated to inform you that what follows is very...sexual in nature. BUT a lot of Indian spiritual texts consider the sexual and the spiritual to be interconnected. Take from this what you will, I guess.)

The text goes on to describe Krishna's body in HEAVY detail (including equating his thighs to tree trunks?) that makes me genuinely worried that whoever wrote this was incredibly horny. He takes her hand and they um... participate in the leela.

When it's over, Arjuni is Exhausted from all the activity and Krishna tells her to go take a dip in the lake again. She does.

(Back to he/him pronouns people, keep up.)

Arjun surfaces and is dejected from the loss of something so wonderful. Krishna consoles him by saying that they are Dear Friends, as the historians say, and that only he knows something that no one else in three loka does. And if Arjun tells anyone what he has experienced he will curse Krishna. Again, hilarious because if you remember I said that this story is being told to us in a dialogue of TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE. Which means other people already know. Clownery of the highest order, really.

And then they go home. The end?

I hope this helps. I paraphrased a lot but I couldn't just paste the entire thing here. I've given you all the tools to go search for orginal text and translation yourself.

TL: DR Arjun gets instant lake-HRT for one night, participates in the raas-leela, and then goes home.

-Mod S

[pottermeow22]

Sooooo, I just managed to watch the whole of Kalki-2898AD in one sitting today.

And what a masterpiece!!!!!

I know that reviews about the movie have been mixed, (Arshad Warsi, eyes on you, man👀👀👀) but amongst the abundant comedic relief, were to me atleast, many buried little Easter eggs and clues that only someone with a knowledge of the Mahabharata, and someone willing to look with a more thoughtful eye will catch!

Bhairava's whole characterisation is the single most largest example of this! After Ashwathama's first little flashback, the suspicion of Bhairava being Karna began to itch at me, because who else could be a greater warrior than Arjuna on the field of the Kurukshetra battle?

The first similarity I found was this.... The way Bhairava has spent a large portion of his life trying to enter an elite society simply because he believes that the circumstances he was born to are not the determiners of his capacity. The way he almost KNOWS in his heart, that he has a fate larger than this coming for him, yet blinds himself into believing that it is life at the Complex! The first mistake that Karna committed in his life is the same. His first step into adharma, was brought about by his desire to be considered equal amongst the Kshatriya warriors of the Kuru clan. To not be limited by the circumstances of his birth or upbringing as the son of a sarathi....

The second clue to me, was his attachment to Bujji!!! This one is less of a parallel, and more of an indirect clue as to the background Bhairava might have, though. Karna was the son of a charioteer, who was expected to be one too, and strongly disliked the idea of being forced to be one when his interests lay in becoming a warrior that people spoke of even eons later. And at the end of the epic war, it is his chariot again, and the kshatriya king Shalya as his charioteer that pave the way to his death! The first time Ashwathama hurls Bujji and Bhairava loses yet again, this was straight where my mind went.

Then, there are the more subtle character nuances. Karna in his time, was considered a warrior second to none, and yet people often only acknowledged him as an equal to Arjuna. And in one modern iteration of the Mahabharata that I'm not sure where I read it, Krishna says that while Arjuna competes with himself, looking only to better himself, Karna strives to be better than Arjuna. And in that, he holds himself back to Arjuna's level. A clear sign of a hyper competitive person, is that not? And the first time we see any sort of a serious don't mess with me attitude from Bhairava, is when he is losing. When he has lost. And so goes his patience with the wind, his need to be undefeated, to WIN leading him to his following chaotic course of action...

And finally, the centrepoint of Karna's story, his Identity.... Karna's whole story, his cause and consequence, his curse and his many boons, are the result of his birth, and the way it was hidden from him. Bhairava too, seems to have an origin story that he either does not know, or does not remember, instead covering it up with comedic relief sob stories (according to Bujji, not me!!!) of adoption and a Captain father, which Dulquer was sooooooooo cute in his 10 minutes of screentime! Does Bhairava have a Radha too, who brought him up as a bosom son and he refuses to give up her memory to anyone? Why at the end of the movie did he lose recollection of the climactic fight? Has he been cursed with forgetfulness and therefore does not remember the legends of his own story?

Overall Kalki 2898 AD, to those watching with an open mind and a thoughtful eye, is a minefield of curious parallels, and a reversed good vs evil that with more detail from part 2, could make for a blockbuster winning combination!!!!

PS The way he looks at Sumathi/Deepika before picking her up in his arms was so 🤯🥵🤤... And is the baby somehow his and not a result of Project K? Because I do remember Sum-80 saying she was negative after the last attempt at seeding. Curiously endless possibilities!!!!!

[talonabraxas]

The Legend of Radha-Krishna Talon Abraxas

The Legend Young Krishna is known to be very playful and mischievous. The story goes that as a child, Krishna was extremely jealous of Radha's fair complexion since he himself was very dark.

One day, Krishna complained to his mother Yashoda about the injustice of nature which made Radha so fair and he so dark. To pacify the crying young Krishna, the doting mother asked him to go and colour Radha's face in whichever colour he wanted.

In a mischievous mood, naughty Krishna heeded the advice of mother Yashoda and applied colour on her beloved Radha's face; Making her one like himself.

Well, there is also a legend to explain Krishna's dark complexion. It so happened that once a demon attempted to kill infant Krishna by giving him poisoned milk. Because of which Krishna turned blue. But Krishna did not die and the demon shriveled up into ashes.

The beautiful scene of Krishna's prank in which he played colour with Radha and other gopis has been made alive in myriad forms in a number of paintings and murals.

The Celebrations Somehow, the lovable prank of Krishna where he applied colour on Radha and other gopis using water jets called pichkaris gained acceptance and popularity. So much so that it evolved as a tradition and later, a full-fledged festival. Till date, use of colours and pichkaris is rampant in Holi. Lovers long to apply colour on their beloveds face and express their affection for each other.

This legend is wonderfully brought alive each year all over India, particularly in Mathura, Vrindavan, Barsana and Nandgaon-the places associated with Krishna and Radha.

In fact, the entire country gets drenched in the colour waters when it is time for Holi and celebrate the immortal love of Krishna and Radha.

In some states of India, there is also a tradition to place the idols of Radha and Krishna in a decorated palanquin, which is then carried along the main streets of the city. All this while, devotees chant Krishna's name, sing devotional hymns and dance in the name of the lord.

[janaknandini-singh999]

"AAAAAAAAAAA!!" Krishna shrieked, closing his eyes

"HAPPY BIRTHDAYY" everyone came out

He slowly opened his eyes to look around and find his family and friends all in shining new clothes, clapping their hands together. All his wives and children folding their hands and touching his feet, he immediately hugged them. He touched Balram's feet and also got a fierce and emotional hug in return.

Radha watched, smiling and holding something in her hands

"Is that A CAKE?! HEY, MAHADEV- IT'S A MAAKHAN CAKE OMGG???" Krishna jumped

He took the cake, put it on the table and embraced Radha who grinned widely and hugged him back tighter. The cake cutting took place, everyone singing and cheering their kanha as he finished it and fed everyone the cake with his own hands.

"See, dau? I told you! Bhaybheet hone ki koi baat hi nahi thhi, they were all preparing for my birthday!"

"Haa, KANHA I-" Balram suddenly got cut off by the mysterious look Radha and all of Krishna's wives gave him

Radha cleared her throat "Well, it is like this.. Kanha, all your sakhis and wives discussed with me so I'm their representative. And I know it is your birthday but this time we all wish for something from you."

"Sakhi ki ichha-" Krishna started

"AREY, OH!? RUKO. Don't you "sakhi ki iccha hi satya vachan" it away! I've always had first hand experience of this leela of yours aur sabse PEHLE PHASSTA HOON MAIN-" Balram fumed but stopped at the soft, pitiful look everyone was giving him now "Haa Haa ab aise bhi matt dekho. Main toh bas keh raha thha ki pehle sunn toh lo Radha kya maang rakhna chaahti hain?"

Getting her opening at last, Radha clapped her hands enthusiastically and blurted "We all want to swap roles with you and your sakhas, Kanha!"

Pradyumnn and Sambha jumped, Balram almost choked "Wh- WHAT!??"

"But Radha, I already do that! Remember in lath maar Holi etc where you all make me a gopi and I dance for all of you?" Krishna put his finger on his chin, thinking something amusedly and smiling. He knew where she was going with this.

"Tch, but that's just you! Kanha ki leela involves the jagat so why should anybody be spared? Especially today on Janmashtami?? Aaj toh leeladhar ka hi din hain! We want all the men and gwalas swapped with the women and gopis. Just for a day, please!"

Sambha carefully signaled Pradyumnn to slip away unnoticed but they got caught by Rukmini. "Where do you think you're going, my boys?" she giggled, looking over at Radha

"Matashri, I know what you all and Radha ji are doing! You want to make the gwalas and pitashri pay with how they messed with you by doing the same with them through this kreeda! But what have WE done!? We never mistreated any woman! LET US GOO-"

"HAA, KANHA- you CAN'T do THIS!!!" Balram agreed, instantly coming to their side "Why should we reap the fruits of the seeds YOU AND YOUR BELOVED GWALAS SOWED?! BAHOT KARMA KA GEET GAATEY HO NA, KANHA? AB BHUKTOO HAHA. But leave us OUT of this. Punishing one innocent is a worse crime than letting million criminals go scot free."

Krishna suppressed his grin and looked at Radha, who said "Ugh, accha baba, we will soften it on you! You all will be queens living in the comfort of the palace while the gwalas outside get transformed into gopis, is that fine?"

"DHANYAVAAD, RADHA JI." they all bowed to her

Radha couldn't help but chuckle "Let's see how you handle even that, though." she winked

Krishna smiled and looked at everyone, then finally at Radha as he chanted like a mantra: "Sakhi ki iccha, mere liye aadesh. Tathastu!" and snapped his fingers as a ray of light emanated, covering them all

Everyone in Dwarka had been swapped. Vrindavan's gopis and gwalas had also been teleported here and swapped. Men turned into beautiful women while the women turned into handsome men. The women marvelled at their now male bodies

"This physique can help us do ANYTHING! LET'S GO" as they worked enthusiastically and many times harder in their male bodies than what the men had. The men stared and struggled at just wearing their clothes: heavy jewellery and saris "HOW can ANYONE do ANYTHING in this attire!?" For the village ones, they couldn't even balance the matka on their heads. The cooking, looking after their children, working tirelessly throughout the day without expecting anything in return. Many of then collapsed "how can anyone be subjected to THIS? It's too much, it's MADNESS!" Lying under the sun in that utterly exhausted condition, they found a new respect for their wives and promised to always help them from now on. They folded their hands silently and bowed.

Jambavanti, daughter of the bear king Jambavant, was already powerful as a woman, who now after turning into a man had become unstoppable. In her male form, she had ripped muscles and wearing a dhoti, was in the akhaada - knocking all pehelwaans out one after the other.

"Can't anyone beat me?" she giggled

Balram approached his favourite place and paused after seeing this warrior, taking time to recognizing his sister in law who smiled and bowed upon seeing him. He gulped. Suddenly a sharp pain tore through his abdomen, he grabbed his mouth with his hands and rushed to the palace.

In the jewellery store, someone stepped in with the air of a king. It was Satyabhama. In her male form, she wore a bright turban and dazzling merchant's clothes. A moustache adorned her face with a glint in her eyes. The store was operated all by women - just the men who had turned into women. She nodded at them and ordered to be shown the best of gems.

"Hmm, this one's fake." she was examining a diamond studded in a ring

As if slapped, she was met with a hue and cry of "That's impossible! It's the heirloom of the famous jeweler who opened this very store decades ago."

"Take it for testing." she muttered with the same confidence of someone who was an expert because she was. She and her father had been the keeper of the alokik syamantak mani, she's always had a keen eye for gems all her life. One of them hurriedly went outside with it and came back after half an hour with it, shaking and baffled.

"It IS FAKE! We've been blind for so long!"

Everyone turned to face Satyabhama, questions filling every part of their essence "Who are you, O Great Jauhari?"

Rukmini was beaming with the happiness of a fulfilled artist. She had just finished painting a myriad of pieces. They included: a full moon alighting a heavenly forest at night, a peacock dancing in the rain, a tiny candle slowly melting away silently placed on a table, its dim but warm light falling on a fluttering page which was alongside it, pressed in place from flying away by the feverish and tired hand of a girl whose only back was visible, while her other hand was passionately writing on it, as it mercilessly thundered away outside her window.

All of these paintings had a part of her in them, a part of her swami in them. She took it to the common people art gallery in her male form, a place she wouldn't have been allowed to visit so casually had she been in her female form as the queen. It was soon crowded. Everyone stared numb, hypnotized by these paintings. Each one of them evoked a different and wide range of emotions through them. Some people were crying, some were smiling. Some were doing both. Everyone present as if momentarily had been teleported to Rukmini's heart to the time she had experienced all these memories which she had so fondly put on canvas - experiences of all kind. Of her childhood innocence, playing in the palace, then slowly oppression, misery, helplessness, hope, devotion and finally joy and peace.

But one piece that stood out was a portrait. A magnificent picture of their Dwarkadheesh, captured in his most divine form as the gentle hands of a woman placed the crown on his head, lovingly. He was smiling. Everyone instantly bowed and a murmur went around "Who is this godly artist?"

Balram was lying down on his bed, wailing.

Revati immediately rushed inside

"Kya hua, swami?"

"REVATI JI-- MUJHSE KHOON NIKAL- Aisa lag raha hain ki main YUDDH BHOOMI MEIN HOONN PARANTU SHATRU BAAHAR NAHI BALKI MERE SHAREER KE ANDARRR SE VAAR KAR RAHA HAIN!!? Yeh kaisa SHRAAP, YEH KAISI MRITYU-"

"Yeh shraap nahi, jeevan dene ka bhaag hain." Revati smiled silently and put her hand on her swami's head, stroking it and soothing him

"JEEVAN? YEH MRITYU HAIN! Yeh kab tak chalega!?"

"4-5 din.."

"KYA!? Humare toh yuddh MEIN BHI DHARM HAIN KI SURYAAST KE BAAD koi nahi ladta. Yeh kaisa atyaachaar, anyaay-" that's when he realized and fell the ground to bend and touch his wife's feet who gasped and carried him to the bed again

"Yeh aap kya kar rahe hain, swami!? You're in this state please don't-"

"Aap sab deviyan param pujy mahaan hain. Mera naman kripya sweekar kijiye."

Revati smiled

Radha and her sakhis, now in the form of gwale, were having the time of their lives. They burst matke, stole maakhan and laughed at the gwale who had all turned into gopiyan now. When they were bathing, Radha whistled from her hiding spot and they all stole their robes, giggling and running away. Krishna and his friends saw their clothes missing and screamed, draping their chest with their hands in horror.

Extremely mad, Krishna and everyone avoided Radha's toli. But that's when a sweet melody sounded through the atmosphere. Radha was playing the flute. Forgetting and dropping everything, Krishna ran to her. Radha nodded at Krishna who smiled and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, many such Krishnas in the form of a gopi emerged and came towards the gwale! And they all danced.

Nar naari ka roop badalke, khele radhakrishna! "Prem se badhke vishwa mein kya hain?" poochhe nand govinda, poochhe nand Gopala

Gwala ho ya gopi ho, sabme ek wahi toh hain samaaya

Chandni ho ya Surya ki kirne, woh hi toh hain Maya, dharm bhi samjhaya!

Vrindavaneshwari, raas rachaiyyaa

Jhoome jiski dhun pe kanhaiya!

Radharani sabki pyaari,

Thaame humari naiyaa!

Krishna leaned his head on Radha's shoulder peacefully as they silently swung slowly on the jhoola together in the vann, soaking the moonlight.

"Is this everything you and your sakhis felt when we always used to mess with you all in Vrindavan?" Krishna whispered

Half asleep but blissful, Radha nodded

"I promise to never make you all feel this way ever again."

"Oh no, we quite enjoy your maya." Radha whispered back, admitting it finally "We'd rather be tricked and surprised by you than face the dreadful mundane humdrum of life without your mischievous smile and charm to guide us."

Before he could say anything, Radha suddenly got up, held his hands and took him somewhere. After a while, they reached and Krishna froze. A colourful house with lots of trees around and a big aangan, where tulsi ji was placed, her leaves swaying softly in the breeze. A woman was there with a matki in her hands, staring blankly above at the moon.

Krishna had come into his baal roop, as he sobbed and called out "maiya?"

The emotions flooded back into the woman as if after an eternity. She turned around in a flash "Lalla?"

He ran and hugged his mother who softly pulled his ears and sobbed, whispering "Kahan chala gaya thha, ha? Kitna dhundha! Apni maiyaa ko pareshan karna bahot pasand hain na tujhe?"

Little krishna pinched both his ear lobes and innocently lowered his head in apology and hugged her again "shamaa kar do na, pyaari maiyaa..?"

Yashoda laughed, drying away her tears "Bas yahi toh karta hain na yeh maakhan chor? Ab bhala tumse rootha bhi koi kitni hi der tak reh sakta hain?"

Radha, who had also turned into her child form, looked on and cried little tears silently from a polite distance, smiling

"Aaja, Kanha. Janmdin ki dher saari badhaai, mere lalla! Yeh le tera mannpasand maakhan- arey, Radha? Wahan kyu khadi hain? Bina kahe iss natkhat ke liye maakhan banane mein roz mere paas aake haath bat'aati hain. Aaja khaa le, maine tere liye bhi kheer banaayi hain aaj!"

Little Radha ran in Yashoda maiya's arms who gently kissed her forehead. They both fed maakhan and kheer to maiya also and the three laughed and embraced each other.

[euph0synee]

yk what i desperately want?

i desperately want to be in love woth krishna so much that just even thinking about him for a second makes my heart cry in pain of not being able to be with him every minute of my day and tears start falling from my eyes.

i want to be so much in love with him that my body starts shaking, i start sweating and feel like dying from not being able to see him in front of my eyes.

i want to love him so much that when i actually do see him my breath gets stuck in my throat, my body's temperature starts rising and nothing, NOTHING other than the thoughts of running to him and lying in his lotus feet, grabbing them and just crying are left in my mind.

i want to fight the whole world for him. it doesn't matter who is in front of me and how much do i have to fight but for him i want to fight with anyone who dares to speak bad about him and tear their limbs apart one by one until they beg and apologize to Krishna for their crude words. i am ready to fight every single person existing in this world and fight them until there not even a single bit of life left in me for Krishna.

i am ready to give up on everything, everyone. just one chance to be able to love Krishna like how Rukmini, Radha and Mira bai loved him. i want to actually experience that kind of love for krishna which makes me so high and euphoric that i faint every time i am not able to see krishna's face in front of me and faint every time i do see Krishna's face because he's so lovely and i love him so much that this human body of mine cannot handle the splendor of him and my love for him mixed together.

i beg Krishna, i beg My lord. please allow me to love u so much that my whole being and beyond is just filled with the thoughts of u. i wake up from u, for u and to u, i sleep from u, for u and to u, i breathe from u, for u and to u, i eat from u, for u and to u, i love from u, for u and to u, i exist from u, for u anf to u and finally i die from u, for u and to u.