#about shyam

[jayrockin]

Anonymous asked: Who is the best artist?

I don't think any of the characters would self-identify as "artists" but Gillie is by far the most prolific doodler. (Gillie artwork drawn by the superbly talented @dimetrodone​.)

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Ok a hot take maybe i don't know if anyone has ever said/confessed something like this before or not -

I don't think Arnav was anyway wrong in trusting Shyam. Shyam was his brother-in-law so Arnav respected him for the relationship they shared. Also we weren't shown or told much about their dynamics before Khushi. They weren't really close but they trusted each other. And it came normally to Arnav just like any of us. We too trust people only because we share some relationship with them (be it blood relation or friendship) and Arnav certainly was not some mind reader that he would know what was going on Shyam's.

During that terrace scene as well, he was nowhere at fault i believe. He was starting to realise that he really felt something for Khushi, something more than a simple attraction. And when he was going to confess that, he saw Khushi and Shyam hugging. Now one can say why he didn't question Shyam. Then again Shyam was his relative, someone he trusted. He had known shyam for 3/4 years and in that time period Shyam never did anything to raise any suspicion in Arnav or anyone's mind. So Arnav was least bothered about Shyam cheating on Anjali because he thought Shyam could never do that. He had that picture perfect image of Shyam tattooed in his mind. Also he felt much more betrayed by Khushi than shyam because with khushi, there were romantic feelings involved.

Jyada lamba ho gaya na 🫣

ANON WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THESE DAYS?

Yes, exactly.

I don't think Arnav was anyway wrong in trusting Shyam\

AGREE. Arnav knew Shyam for years, nearly saw a paternal figure in him. Shyam kept Anjali the happiest. THIS was Arnav's go to guy. Everyone in the family knew that if anyone who could convince Arnav about something, it was Shyam. He played the role of Arnav's advisor as well.

Arnav is soft, vulnerable, indulgent and happy when Shyam is around because Shyam is what fixed his Di's life. Hence he's the source not just of Anjali's happiness but Arnav's as well.

And if THIS man could betray him, just on what grounds does Khushi stand on?

Khushi and Arnav have always met under circumstances that's suspicious for anyone. A woman like Khushi is the exact one to be after his money. She belongs from a lower class. She has wormed her way into his office and family and somehow no one apart from he doubts her for the reasons he does (Lavanya is petty and Mami is a classist - that's the least of Arnav's concerns with Khushi).

The funny thing is Shyam HAS done what Arnav thinks Khushi is trying to do throughout the show. Which again shows that Khushi had the worst luck and Shyam... perhaps had the best.

And yes, the betrayal was double edged because romance was involved.

I like to believe he got retraumatized all over again at that point.

Aap zyaada nahi, sahi bol diye!

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

A wise man once said:

Karma is like 69; You get what you gave.

[shadybug]

thinking abt aliens showing affection towards each other again and getting rly sappy about it

[casperghosty]

Spoiler ish (foe mystery files) I'm just cry laughing at this

Shane:"Hey daddy's here..." Ryan: "its funny that you'd speak of daddy, cause I like how daddy's thinking" Shane: "me daddy?"

[wordsmithie]

Born a month apart, she and Siddhartha had known each other since they were infants. Their nicknames, Ushas and Surya, had come from the way her cousin had tottered after her in those early years, like Surya, the Sun, following his beloved Ushas, Dawn, across the sky.

- Mansions of the Moon, Shyam Selvadurai

[severetravelerhologram-blog]

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[achyutapriya]

Shyam has stalked off to punish me

And is frolicking about with other women

He will not even speak to me

He will not even come into my lane,

But steps into courtyards of others

He will not even touch my finger,

But twists the arms of others

He will not touch my shawl,

But He lifts the veil of others

Shyam is Mira's Lord,

But he wanders about like a rake.

~~ Devotional Poems of Mirabai

[ramayantika]

Shaam aur Shyam

Krishna’s sakhis have now grown up to become mothers. Vishakha, Kamini, Madhura and other women are now doting mothers to young boys and girls. She has seen how they feed sweet butter and milk to their naughty children, how they lovingly braid their daughters’ hair and scold them when they perform mischief.

The little ones often run to Yashoda’s large cottage, for that is where they find the best butter and cream. The large pillars of Nanda’s house serve as a hiding spot for the children of Vrindavana to play even after Krishna’s departure.

Today is just like any other day. Yashoda has tended to the cows, looked after the grains in the storage and the butter and cream inside the kitchen, which shall be sold the next day.

It is evening. She hears the distant sound of jingling bells. There is an ache in her back because of old age. Though she has helpers but she still prefers doing tasks on her own. Placing her fist on the aching spot, she raises a pot full of white butter and holds it by her hips and hand, her eyes distantly looking at the dusty roads and the green forests of Vrindavana.

One of the helpers carries the butter-laden pot from Yashoda and makes his way to the storage room. His eyes drift towards Yashoda’s face and there is a pitiful smile on his lips before leaving Yashoda to her thoughts.

A fragrant breeze blows by and she can hear the jingling bells nearby. The young mothers of Vrindavana have begun walking outside their houses, their eyes waiting to catch a glimpse of their young cowherds who were gone since daybreak.

Yashoda’s heart thuds. She walks near the window and stares at the distance. Slowly, she sees groups of children with herds of cows emerging from the dense forest. The boys are whistling at the young calves. Some gently pat the soft skin of the cows and lead their way inside the village. The naughtier boys who still haven’t experienced exhaustion go around wrestling with their friends or pranking some poor lads, their enthusiastic laughter drawing a fond smile over Yashoda’s lips.

The boys finally reach their mothers. Some reprimand their boys for wrestling with their finds and getting scratches over their skin. One of them is feeding a delicious looking laddoo. A little girl hugs her brother’s leg.

So many children, so much of love, but there is no sign of her Kanhaiya.

Kanhaiya is now Dwarkadheesh Sri Krishna, married, a kingmaker, and a great politician. Yashoda does keep tabs on her Shyam’s whereabouts though her darling son hasn’t sent any letters after leaving the soil of Vrindavana behind.

The evening sun spreads a warm glow over the quiet and sublime village. Everybody does miss their Krishna, Shyam and Kanhaiya. They no longer talk about him much, just to avoid the pain of separation gnawing at their heart every day, but his friends did make sure that their children will know of their great friend, their Kanha who has made them so proud of the man he has become today.

But what of the mother’s heart? He may be a God to the world, but is her little Krishna for Yashoda. Shyam who would run inside the house after coming from the forests, leaving behind muddy footprints no longer prances around. Kanhaiya no longer plays pranks on the poor innocent milkmaids of Vraja. There is no one to steal butter from, nor there is Murlidhar to play melodious tunes that bring a divine serenity to the soul.

Krishna, her little one, her heart now lives to the western coast of Aryavarta, very far from the land of simple cowherds and milkmaids, away from the sweet innocence of childhood and his mother.

Yashoda’s arms stretch to the air as if her darling would come home rushing to embrace her.

And just like every day in all these years, cold air brushes her arms and warm memories of her sun flit by.

-- XXX --

Sorry for the low quality fic, but i haven't written anything nice for a while. There was a lot of drama in college, hostel and life and couple that with academics and dance practice

This may not punch enough in the guy :(

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[amar-hiyar-majhe]

Today something happened with me. And I sincerely want to ask my favorite mutuals that the thing which I have done is wrong or not.

So there is a guy who is blindly in love with me (I don't know he says so). I recently blocked him because he told me thay he has vivid imagination about me being his "wife". He told me he will love me forever. But I don't love him. I don't know why I just don't want him. I have been telling this to him several times but he won't listen. He is forcing me to love him. So I blocked him. Again he has created a new account and send me note saying that same stuff. I have again blocked him as he was destroying my mental peace. He is a very nice person but love cannot be forced. Even I fell in love (was it love? I really don't know) but I never forced that person to love me back because love cannot be FORCED.. NOTHING CAN BE DONE FORCEFULLY IN THIS WORLD.

my message to him if creates another account and tries to contact me: It was nice meeting you on study stream last year and I was really surprised to see you here as well but I never thought that you would force me to love you. So I beg you please don't contact me. I don't want someone who cannot be a friend. I am sorry but to me you are really not a nice person anymore.

Now I want to ask this to all my favorite mutuals. The thing which I have done is right or wrong.

@intellectual6666 @enigma-the-mysterious @aahanna @kaalboisakhi @arjokonya @sociallyawkwardpeanut (asking you as well because you are one of my fav mutuals whom I met yesterday) @natkhat-sa-shyam @misti31 @zeherili-ankhein @deepsayss @shadowseductress @dopebanditlightpie @choppedphilosopherharmony

[jayrockin]

A scribble comic from a while ago that I didn't post because I felt like I was spamming too much content about Shyam, given she doesn't show up in the main story for a long time. But it's been up on my website for a while so sure I'll eject it on social media too. This takes place when Shyam was still in college, she's 20 here and her then-girlfriend Rajni is 21. Neither of them are terribly emotionally mature yet.

Glossary:

Per: gender neutral term for a parent, equivalent to mom or dad. Typ: A human that has not been significantly modified from the genetic baseline (i.e. you, presumably)

PATREON | Runaway to the Stars | Website

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hey jalebi, Arnav and shyam have been pretty close for the longest before shyam face was revealed to Arnav so after their contract marriage did none noticed the under currents between shyam and him?

Hey Anon,

That’s the biggest question that I have too! Especially because Shyam is the diplomat.

But in the first few days Shyam played as the righteous family member who is upset by the turn of events so I get the families not feeling anything different there.

I have NO idea between all the open glares and clipped tones later that how no one saw the difference 🤷‍♀️

[natkhat-sa-shyam]

दुनिया हमारे हिसाब से नहीं चलती,

न की हम दुनिया के हिसाब से,

हिसाब गड़बड़ लगता है लेकिन है बराबर का,

हंस लो या सह लो।

[arshifiesta]

Welcome to Arshi Fiesta!

Phati-sari's aur Sanka Devis, hum tumka forgetyay naahi gaye hain! Hum toh ee lobhbirds ko surprisewa deve ke khatir tumka bulawat hai! Samjheev? Ab ee ka baat padho, e khoon bhari taang kaa introductionwa likh ke gayi hai dekho to jara👀

Theme Introduction: Colours of Love!

If you didn't know already, "Satrangi Re" is a song from the movie Dil Se which is based on the concept of seven stages of love depicted in Arabic Literature. Each stage is denoted by a color so let's look at Arshi's story through these colours!

1. Black for Attraction (hub)

The song starts with a hauntingly energetic tune (spooky!) and we weave through a maze of passages till we finally meet our protagonists. Quite like how Arshi started out as strangers who didn't look like a compatible match initially until all the pieces of puzzles fell into its place.

The beautiful lyrics captures the essence of their dhak-dhaks, their initial attraction that exists from their very first meet. They've hated each other, loved each other but have never ever stopped being attracted to one another. As if a magical magnetic force has kept bringing them together over and over again (guess who? Devi Maiyya of course!) 🖤

2. Violet for Infatuation (uns)

Uff, Infatuation inke jaisa toh aur kisi couple me nahi hai, right? The subtle yet lingering touches, intense gaze, impulsive kiss games and everything about their chemistry is absolutely electrifying! No one does infatuation like them 💜

3. Blue for Love (ishq)

Love love love. Love took so long to blossom between them, like a long drawn out fire. Was it blazing or were there only a few embers alight? One could barely tell. Love started from care first. But they could only care once they hurt each other, right? Oh and hurt they did, they hurt each other really bad. But, isn't it only the people you care about who could hurt you? 💙

4. Green for Trust (akidat)

Trust is tricky. Trust takes longer than love. Because you can only trust someone blindly when you love them. From the chain of broken pearls to the soft and patient unwinding of fairy lights... somewhere between that Arshi started trusting each other. And it strengthened when Arnav stepped up to dance with Khushi, strengthened again when despite all evidence against Khushi and Shyam, Arnav decided to confess his love to her... as if it was the last thing he had left to do. And later when he came to know about Garima's past, he trusted Khushi again. Because things aren't always as black and white as they look. Sometimes they're green 😉💚

5. Yellow for Worship (ibaadat)

What is love or partnership without worship? From strangers to enemies to lovers, at each stage Arnav has worshipped Khushi. Taken care of her in ways that she needed, in ways that people around her couldn't. Tangled feelings and arms entwined in one another's. A shower of gifts, a series of intoxicated confessions. Arnav may be an atheist but if he has worshipped someone apart from his family, that's Khushi. Khushi is as good as any religion to him.

6. Red for Madness (junoon)

The first thing when you think of Red is probably danger or hell-fire. And that's right too because the fierce fire they have isn't like any other. It burns and scathes. It leaves scars. It is a mad love. They hurt and insult each other, they shout at each other. Their egos are too big for one another. And when they're done hurting, they love each other just as fiercely too. ❤️

As Aakash ji has nicely put it, "Khushi ji thodi pagal hai na?". Arey Aakash ji, aapke bhai bhi thodi kam pagal hai? (Don't tell him I said that 🫢)

7. White for Death (maut)

Death is not always about dying. Well sometimes it is... like the time when Khushi nearly dies at the cliff and Arnav fin-fucking-ally kisses her but only for CPR 😒. Or when they both pretend to die on stage as star crossed lovers Heer & Ranjha.

But death is also about other things like the death of hierarchy between them when Khushi was no longer Arnav's employee. The end of anger between them during holi after days of fooling each other with farq nahi padta post contract marriage. The end of difficulties in their path (almost) when they were about to get married again, for reals. The death of distance between them, not just physically but emotionally too, when they spend the night at the hut after running away from the goons. Like they literally met at a grave (dargah) for their second encounter, no? 😌🤍

Accha toh tum padh li ho kaa? Haan, toh e par se tumka kachu toh banave ka pade, aage tumko khoon bhari taang hi samjhayegi okayyy?

Ab jao, thoda paani piyo aur humka bhi pila diyo haiin... Bahutay garmi hai aaj🔥 Hello hi bye bye!

Never mind sasuma, you guys! We're here to celebrate toh let's wish the couple first! A very very Happy 13th Anniversary to these two AND every single one of you who has loved them, adored and cherished them at some point!

Tagging the people who liked the introductory post in comments below because it wasn't clear if y'all wanted to be tagged or not oof! :((

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[vishnavishivaa]

Ajab Si Adaayein

This OS was something I visualized as I was returning home and listening to the song, and thought to write it as a vignette, essentially. They are SatyabhamaShyam in the modern world, and if you want, I can make this a series of OS'.

*******

Maadhavi was sweating in the sultry heat of the Sun. She was in an auto, exasperated at the slow moving traffic. She was on her way back home after a grueling dance class, lasting about three hours. She needed a long shower, despite having taken a quick one at dance class and changing into brand new clothes. The Sun made it even harder, as she gently wiped the sweat away from her neck. She fiddled with her phone, choosing a random romantic song, sighing softly. Every song reminded her of her Krishna, as always.

As the song she was listening to neared its end, she peered out of the auto, her eyes landing on the car next to her. Her breath caught in her throat when her eyes met dark chocolate brown ones, which also widened the smallest amount in response to her. She could feel her heart flutter in her chest, and a shiver run down her spine. Those eyes, she knew those eyes.

Aankhon mein teri, ajab si ajab si adaayein hai

Indeed there was something so stunningly graceful about his eyes, about his gaze. It was all penetrating, yet very gentle and questioning, as if needing her acceptance to just gaze. She blushed at the hope in his eyes, and prayed her answer got translated to him.

Dil ko banade jo patang saasein yeh teri woh hawaayein hai

He had gotten her acceptance, for his gaze was on her, unwavering, making her turn redder than the tomato that she loved eating often. She knew she too was staring, but she was not even able to stop herself.

There, in the middle of a typical Chennai traffic, as the vehicles moved inch by inch, Maadhavi had found the one who made her heart breath new lives, somehow.

Aankhon mein teri, ajab si ajab si adaayein hai

Maadhavi wondered what he was thinking, and when she got so shameless with staring at a guy. That thought alone pulled her back and she looked down shyly, though her eyes sprung back to the man in passenger seat, whose eyes had not moved an inch from her, clearly.

***

Aai aisi raat hai joh bahut khushnaseeb hai

chaahe jisse dur se suniya vo mere khareeb hai

While it was not night, the day was heading there. Dusk was fast approaching, and this was when Shyam had spotted the young woman in the auto. He had first glanced at her because he could feel the familiarity. But when she too turned to look at him, as if in a synchronized set of events, Shyam had frozen. Those eyes were filled with warmth, forgiveness and acceptance, and they reminded him of the eyes which lived in his dreams and memories. He could not even move his eyes, nor did he want to.

To him, she was the one who would be wanted by people even without her knowledge, her radiance told him as much. But here she was, in the vehicle next to his. He ignored his smirking elder brother, and just allowed his hidden romantic to take over, observing every little action of hers.

Kitna kuch kehna hai phir bhi hai dil mein sawaal kahi

Sapno mein joh roz kaha hai woh phirse kahun yaa nahi

His heart was thrumming with a melodious sound created by the contact of their eyes, Shyam felt. He could not bear to look away. He smiled softly when she did, her round cheeks red, a blush that spread at least up to her neck. Her eyes again peered at him, causing his heart to now sing happily. He tried to silence it, but he was used to accepting life as it happened, so he settled, allowing the course of Destiny to dictate the happenings.

Aankhon mein teri ajab si ajab si adaayein hai

***

Tere saath saath aisa koi noor aaya hai

He had become the light that shone magnificently as the sun approached the West. Maadhavi could not believe she was still caught in traffic, and still gazing at the same man. His eyes felt like her Krishna's, his smile too felt familiar, and the gentle warmth he spread touched her very soul, making her smile in response, a radiant smile at the joy his warmth spread within.

chand teri roshni ka halka sa ek saaya hai

Shyam knew that not even the romance of the moonlight could touch the splendid nature of the light her heart radiated. The purity of her showed on her beautiful face, which had a gentle yet obvious jawline, framing a round face like the moon, lotus petal eyes, red lips, and skin that seemed to be both golden and dusky at the same time. His eyes though were drawn repeatedly to her light coloured orbs, which reflected the Sun to him. Yet the depth in them felt like his own Soul.

teri nazaron ne dil ka kiya jo hashar asar yeh hua

ab in mein bhi doob ke ho jaon paar yahi hai hua

Maadhavi and Shyam both jerked when they realized the traffic had started moving. It felt as if the traffic had stopped miraculously so that they could see each other, and now that it had happened, there was sudden movement. But she was not ready to let go. Maadhavi wanted to drown herself in his eyes, and she prayed under her breath, "Krishna, may we unite soon."

Shyam, on the other hand, was feeling his heart beat a little off track, as if not wanting to separate and yet having to. He gazed at her, trying to take her in to the maximum he could, as both the vehicles started to speed. He knew they would meet again soon, he just knew. Till then, he could wait.

"Mahadeva, may my meeting her again happen soon."

The two hearts, which had recognized each other that day, were parted by the movement of life and time; but both souls, which had been exchanged by the medium of two pairs of eyes, awaited eagerly for the day where they could converse freely once more.

******

This is probably the first song fic I have written entirely, and that I posted as well. It has a special place in my heart.

I do have more song fics coming, especially for modern reincarnations, of a wide variety of pairs.

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[chutkiandchotte]

One more rant time!!! Or more like, Anjali appreciation? Idk take it as anything.

(I feel like I only ever come here to rant, but what can I say? I do love a good rant lol.)

Anyway I've been speed reading through a bunch of IPKKND fics lately (as one does to ~~cope~~) and I just hate how many people just fundamentally misunderstand and negatively judge Anjali's character.

Its really simple when it comes down to it - Anjali loves Shyam with the same passion, loyalty, and commitment that Khushi loves Arnav and Arnav loves Khushi by the end of the serial. Just imagine, if some one came along and told (happily married) Khushi that Arnav is cheating on her, tried to marry someone else, and had her sibling kidnapped and almost killed, would she believe them for a second? No! No evidence would ever convince her of that and vice versa. Its an absolutely WILD story to be told about your pious, sanskaari, soft-spoken, madly in love with you husband who has, thus far in your eyes, done nothing wrong except been maybe a little too busy at work.

Anjali is just as fucked up as Arnav by the trauma they went through. There's a reason she is so quick to harm herself and loses all perspective when viscerally reminded of the single worst moment of her life. What's funniest of course is the people who have immense understanding for Arnav's trauma and pain, don't give a damn about Anjali's. They keep harping on about everything (aka material benefits) which Arnav did for Anjali, while discounting the emotional support she also provided for him through those years. Because only material benefits count in relationships? Emotional IQ is nothing?

Anjali is a good sister! She looks after Arnav, takes care of his needs, monitors his health. She gives him the freedom to make his choices (unlike Nani), but she does advice him as per her understanding. She gently tries to guide him to resolve his trauma and move forward in life, but doesn't succeed probably because its beyond her paygrade. Even in the depths of her depression and confusion, she feels delighted to know that Arnav LOVES Khushi, something she worried would never happen for him (and its clear she was previously worried that their marriage happened only due to uncontrollable attraction gone wrong).

They do have a slightly unhealthy level of co-dependency, but it makes perfect sense when you consider what happened in their childhood. Anjali and Arnav are each other's emotional cornerstone for a reason. And by the end of the show, they have each moved beyond the unhealthy aspects of their relationship.They have a really complex and interesting sibling bond, and ultimately a beautiful one.

Anjali is the one character who suffered the MOST, lost the most, from the entire cast of characters. The pain she went through, that too being an exact repeat of what her mother went through, is unimaginable. And for absolutely no mistake of her own.