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मोटिवेशनल स्टोरी – एक राजा की अद्भुत कहानी

यह एक राजा की अद्भुत और जबरदस्त मोटिवेशनल कहानी है | किसी नगर में एक राजा रहता था | राजा बूढ़े होने को आ गए पर उनको कोई बेटा नहीं हुआ सिर्फ एक बेटी थी | राजा को बहुत चिंता होने लगी की अब मेरा इतना बड़ा साम्राज्य कैसे सम्हलेगा ? इसकी देखभाल कौन कर पायेगा ?

एक दिन अचानक भगवान का नाम लेकर राजा ने यह निर्णय लिया की कल सुबह जो भी हमारे दरवाजे पर आने वा��ा पहला व्यक्ति होगा मैं अपनी बेटी से उसका विवाह कर दूंगा और अपना नया उत्तराधिकारी बना दूंगा |

अगले दिन सुबह – सुबह एक फटी पुरानी कमीज पहने एक लड़का दरवाजे पर दस्तक देता है | राजा ने प्रभु इक्षा समझ कर अपने निर्णय के अनुसार अपनी बेटी की शादी उस लड़के के साथ कर देता है और अपना सारा राज – पाट उसे देकर पहाड़ो पर सन्यास को चला जाता है |

अब ये नया राजा राजपाट के बारे में जानकारी इकठ्ठा करने की कोशिस करता है | राज्य कैसे सम्हालना है ? युद्ध में कैसे जाना है ? क्या तैयारी होनी चाहिए ? ताकि बहुत अच्छा राजा साबित हो | उसने अलग – अलग काम अपने अलग – अलग मंत्रिओं को दे रखा था जैसे राजकोष वित्तमंत्री को , सेना की बाग – डोर सेनापति को , और ऐसे ही अन्य कई मंत्रिओं को अपने मंत्रिमंडल में शामिल कर रखा था 

नए राजा के संचालन में राज्य बहुत बढ़िया से चल रहा था | सारी प्रजा पुराने राजा की बहुत तारीफ कर रही थी की , क्या राजा चुना है महाराज ने , समस्त प्रजा के हमदर्द बनकर सदैव खड़े रहते है |

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Never Stop Blowing Up Favorite Movies

Wendell Morris

Weird Science - 1985 science fantasy/teen comedy. "Nerdy social outcast students Gary Wallace and Wyatt Donnelly are humiliated by senior jocks Ian and Max for swooning over their cheerleader girlfriends. Humiliated and disappointed at their direction in life and wanting more, Gary is inspired by the 1931 classic Frankenstein to create a virtual woman using Wyatt's computer, infusing her with everything they can conceive to make the perfect dream woman."

The Fast and the Furious - "A media franchise centered on a series of action films that are largely concerned with street racing, heists, spies, and family."

Real Genius - 1985 science fiction/comedy. "Chris Knight, a genius in his senior year, is paired with a new student on campus, Mitch Taylor, to work on a chemical laser, only to learn it will be used for dangerous purposes."

Liv Skyler

Empire Records - 1995 coming-of-age comedy/drama. "The film follows a group of record store employees over the course of one exceptional day. The employees try to stop the store from being sold to a large chain, and learn about each other along the way."

Scarface - 1983 crime drama, and a remake of the 1932 film of the same name. "It tells the story of Cuban refugee Tony Montana, who arrives penniless in Miami during the Mariel boatlift and becomes a powerful drug lord." Additionally, "Less than two months before the film's release, Scarface was given an X rating by the MPAA for "excessive and cumulative violence and for language".

Clueless - 1995 coming-of-age teen comedy. "Considered to be one of the best teen films of all time...The plot centers on a beautiful, popular, and rich high school student who befriends a new student and decides to give her a makeover while playing matchmaker for her teachers and examining her own existence".

Usha Rao

The Horse in Motion - Published in 1878, a sequential series of 6 cabinet cards depicting the movement of a horse. Regarded as "the world's first bit of cinema", and the first film ever created.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde - 1931 horror film. "An adaptation of The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, the 1886 Robert Louis Stevenson tale of a man who takes a potion which turns him from a mild-mannered man of science into a homicidal maniac."

102 Not Out - 2018 Indian Hindi-language comedy drama. "Dattatraya Vakharia is a lively 102-year-old who lives his life to the maximum and takes everything in a jovial way for his heart is that of a 26-year-old youngster regardless of his age. His 75-year-old son, Babulal Vakharia, is his exact opposite for he believes that he is now too old and fragile to enjoy life and lives a routine life."

Russell Feeld

American Gigolo - 1980 neo-noir crime drama. "A high-priced male escort who becomes romantically involved with a prominent politician's wife, while simultaneously becoming the prime suspect in a murder case."

La Femme Nikita - 1990 French-language action thriller. "[Nikita] is a criminal who is convicted and sentenced to life imprisonment for murdering policemen during an armed pharmacy robbery. Her government handlers fake her death and recruit her as a professional assassin. After intense training, she starts a career as a killer, where she struggles to balance her work with her personal life."

Waking Life - 2001 animated film. "The film explores a wide range of philosophical issues, including the nature of reality, dreams and lucid dreams, consciousness, the meaning of life, free will, and existentialism. It is centered on a young man who wanders through a succession of dreamlike realities wherein he encounters a series of people who engage in insightful philosophical discussions."

Andy 'Dang' Litefoot

Suburbia - 1983 coming-of-age drama thriller. Follows "a group of suburban youths who run away from home and adopt a punk lifestyle by squatting in abandoned suburban tract homes."

Goldfinger - 1964 spy film and the third installment in the James Bond series. "The film's plot has Bond investigating gold smuggling by gold magnate Auric Goldfinger and eventually uncovering Goldfinger's plans to contaminate the United States Bullion Depository at Fort Knox."

Fire in the Sky - 1993 biographical science fiction mystery. "It is based on Travis Walton's book The Walton Experience, which describes an extraterrestrial abduction"

Paula Donvalson

Muriel's Wedding - 1994 Australian comedy-drama. "The film focuses on the socially awkward Muriel whose ambition is to have a glamorous wedding and improve her personal life by moving from her dead-end hometown, the fictional Porpoise Spit, to Sydney."

The Long Kiss Goodnight - 1996 action thriller. "The story follows an amnesiac schoolteacher who sets out to recover her identity with the help of a private detective when they discover a dark conspiracy."

Under the Tuscan Sun - 2003 romantic comedy-drama. "Based on Frances Mayes' 1996 memoir of the same name, the film is about a recently divorced writer who buys a villa in Tuscany on a whim, hoping it will lead to a change in her life."

[dollishmehrayan]

BATBOYS DATING INDIAN!READER ── .✦

a/n: this is request (here) by anon but omg, the amount of questions and research that went into this omgg so I hope you guys enjoy and that I didn’t get anything wrong omg but literally I have like 5 Indian friends and like lots of friends around the world so I tried to ask them but all of them approved.

tags: ( batboys x Indian!reader)

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Cultural Enthusiast: Dick loves learning about your culture and asks a million questions about the history and significance behind every tradition.

Loves Indian Food: He will absolutely insist on learning how to make your favorite dishes, though he might need a few tries to handle the spice levels. "Is this mild? Because it feels like lava."

Bollywood Drama Fan: He gets hooked on Bollywood movies. Expect him to belt out romantic Hindi songs after only watching the subtitles once. His favorite genre? Over-the-top romance.

Celebrates Everything: Dick will go all out for festivals like Diwali or Holi, decorating Wayne Manor and forcing Bruce to wear a kurta. ("C'mon, Bruce, it’s festive!")

Hyping Your Look: Anytime you wear a saree, lehenga, or traditional attire, he’s speechless, openly admiring you and saying, "How am I even real to have you?"

JASON TODD ── .✦

Subtle Learner: Jason isn’t the type to ask questions outright but will quietly research your culture on his own to better understand and appreciate it.

Obsessed with Snacks: Once he tries things like samosas, pani puri, or chaat, he’ll never shut up about them and ask you to teach him how to make them. “If I learn this, I’ll never go hungry again.

Festival Protectiveness: During Diwali, he’ll hover around you to make sure you’re safe from fireworks and loud crackers. "Do you need earplugs? I don’t trust this neighborhood."

Subtle Appreciation of Traditions: He loves when you tell stories of mythologies like the Mahabharata or Ramayana, quietly finding parallels with his own struggles.

Sassy Compliments: "You look like a goddess in that outfit, and I’ll fight anyone who disagrees."

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Loves the Details: Tim is absolutely fascinated by the intricate designs of your traditional clothing and the amount of work that goes into it. He’ll compliment every embroidery or bead.

Overthinks Gifting: For festivals or birthdays, he’ll spend hours trying to find the perfect gift that honors your culture—whether it’s jewelry, sarees, or books on Indian philosophy.

Enjoys the Food Adventure: Tim has a terrible spice tolerance but will bravely try your cooking just to impress you, tearing up while saying, "This is delicious."

Cultural Festivals, Tech Edition: He’ll help set up fairy lights or use tech to create a synchronized light show for Diwali, because "plain candles are too simple."

Admires Your Strength: Tim secretly loves how strong your cultural identity is and feels inspired by your confidence in embracing your heritage.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Mutual Respect: Damian respects and admires the depth of Indian culture, especially its emphasis on family, art, and honor. He’s intrigued by the philosophical aspects.

Desi Food Connoisseur: Out of all the Batboys, Damian handles spice the best and will genuinely enjoy dishes that others would find unbearably spicy. "This is not ‘too much.’ It’s perfect."

Loves Animals in Indian Mythology: Damian will listen intently when you explain the importance of animals like cows, elephants, or even Garuda in mythology, seeing them as sacred beings.

Precise Festival Preparations: He’ll research every aspect of your traditions to ensure he participates respectfully, whether it’s helping with rangoli or lighting diyas.

Secretly Protective: If someone mocks or misrepresents your culture, Damian will not hesitate to put them in their place. "You will show proper respect, or I’ll personally ensure you regret it."

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Tries His Best: Bruce doesn’t know much about your culture at first but will make a genuine effort to learn, from attending festivals with you to eating spicy dishes without flinching even if it burns.

Helps with Family Relations: If your family is strict or protective, Bruce’s natural charm and respect will win them over. He’ll probably wear a sherwani to meet your parents.

Thoughtful Gestures: For Diwali, Bruce will make sure the Batcave and Wayne Manor are cleaned, organized, and decorated to your liking, even if it takes hours.

Admires Your Strength: Bruce will respect how deeply you hold onto your culture and traditions while navigating Gotham’s challenges, seeing it as a reflection of your inner strength.

[hephaestiions]

i write, sometimes

thank you @citrusses for the tag!

how many works do you have on ao3? 17

what's your total ao3 word count? 234k (since WHEN)

your top 5 stories by kudos? — all drarry

you are safe (i know) (e, 42.5k)

though your world is changing (e, 16k)

it's you (e, 1.2k)

dinner and diatribes (e, 4.8k)

my hands are of your colour (e, 8k)

do you respond to comments? i... try

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? ebyt is the obvious answer, but i think my other bite-sized mcd is sadder: nothing to declare here (t, 1k)

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? in retrospect, most of my endings are kind of fucked up, and i think dinner and diatribes is simplest in its offering of stable love & care.

do you write crossovers? i don't, it doesn't really interest me, but never say never!

have you ever received hate on a fic? though your world is changing often gets me called an infidelity apologist (uh.) + everyone seems to hate harry in that one (fair fucks). ebyt sometimes gets some "but WHY didn't they just TALK, author?" (fair, but also. uh.) nothing egregious, though

do you write smut? copying cits: often, and with great joy

have you ever had a fic stolen? couple uploaded to goodreads to be rated, but not wholesale thieving that i know of

have you ever had a fic translated? not yet, but huge shoutout to translators out there, it's such a labour of love and access!

have you ever co-written a fic before? no, and i don't know if i could? but again, never say never!

what's your all-time favorite ship? stupid wizard boys (pynch comes v close though)

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? i love all my wips! i don't want to relegate any to the "never finish" category. my 50s/60s drarry photography fic is probably the most de-prioritised one right now? there's also a storyboard i once made for a case-fic where chef!draco is framed (or is he?) for poisoning the british minister during a diplomatic visit to romania, but that's really not a wip, i never put a word of that on the page. inspiration is a flighty thing though, who knows when it'll strike for what

what are your writing strengths? uh. uh? don't know how to judge this myself, but i think atmosphere is what i care for most & have sharpened skills to write accordingly

what are your writing weaknesses? many, but i suck at narrative humour especially, which is a travesty because i'd really like to write situational hilarity. also REALLY struggle with dialogue

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? i haven't done this yet & don't know if i'd feel super comfortable if i didn't have some familiarity with the language (though if a fic calls for it, i'd do my best to approach someone who does know the language to help me out). i might use the indian languages i know (hindi & bangla) if i ever write the india sequence follow-up to my erised, and my werewolf anti-ministry wip might put my very rudimentary german to use at some point. i do love it when a fic uses different languages to serve a narrative/experiential purpose though!

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? trc! i'd love to write a pynch fic someday, once i've done a reread of the original four.

what's your favorite fic you've ever written? the dronarry fest fic i'm currently writing has been quite fun and new, the jeddy fic i'm currently writing also exorcises some nasty demons and is a delight to work on. i don't know if anything in my already published stuff really qualifies as a favourite (they either signal really difficult periods in my life and/or just aren't up to my current standards), but nothing to declare here, again, was short, sad & experimental, and close to four years later, i wouldn't change much about it.

i don't know who's done this, but paging @flightspathfic, @kamaela, @desertforestfic, @sleepstxtic, @phoebe-delia to tell me everything. and if you have already done it, let me know in the comments so i can go peer in your windows.

[vampemoqueen]

Only Goddess Left Alive - A Night Road fic

I was struck by sudden inspiration to write about my Night Road Ravnos courier, Madi Videkar. This fic covers her Embrace and her time during the Week of Nightmares. It also serves as the prologue to a longer fic coming soon! It's also posted here on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63157603

Tags: Blood and Gore, Violence, Murder, Embrace story, Suicidal thoughts, Family Issues

Early Winter of 1998

Madhuri Videkar had just finished another miserable day at the call center. Another day of cold calling, enduring abuse through the phone lines, and chasing leads that went nowhere. Her supervisor had warned her if she didn’t meet her quota by the end of the day, she’d face disciplinary action. Before they could pull her into a meeting room, she beat them to the punch and quit, slamming doors and leaving with middle fingers up. She swore to never return.

She returned to her car in a parking lot somewhere in snowy Wisconsin. She pulled the seat all the way down in her dad’s 1985 Dodge Caravan and broke down crying. Her tears nearly turned into ice in her own tear ducts and dripped down her cheeks in a cold burn.

Her years of being an undergrad were over. Trying to balance her academic life with her social life and family grew to be too much and she lost herself along the way. She grew aimless and unmotivated, not caring what her professors had to say about her unconventional tech skills or her work ethic. It wasn’t long ago when she told her parents she had dropped out to find her own way. A decision that she knew they would give her hell for.

What did we raise you for? How could you waste all of our money like this? You’re a disgrace to the family!

She poured extra time into her soulless job just to avoid them. But with the last plan falling apart, she had nothing left to hide behind.

Her tears continued to fall until the swelling forced her eyes shut. Her sobs made it hard to breathe and want to live. She couldn’t handle it anymore. The pain of trying to find meaning, only to lose again and again.

Then her phone rang. It was her mother calling. She contemplated not picking up so she could run away forever. But her better judgement got a hold of her.

She pressed the call button.

“What ?”

“Madhuri, come home,” her mother urges her in Hindi. “Your father and I have a proposition for you.”

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Spring of 1998

The sweltering hot weather of Kolkata was a welcome reprieve from the harsh cold winter back home. Madhuri’s mother had sent her there to stay with her extended family to take a break and rethink her life. At first, Madhuri was excited to be away on a paid vacation to reconnect with family overseas. That was until one of her aunts brought up the marriage proposal that was arranged for her.

“You will grow to love him, mari jaan! This marriage will change your life. You will have purpose and meaning again after you build a family,” her aunt told her as she gave her the photo of her match. It was a headshot of a plain looking Indian man, harmless enough with glasses, a comb over, and his best suit and tie. “He’s my friend’s son. He wants to go to school in the States and become an engineer. He’s a very nice boy, you will like him.” 

Madhuri stared at the photo with a blank look. Her aunt barely knew who she was and yet she made assumptions about where her life should go. She determined that her parents had a hand thinking a marriage would be the only honorable thing left for her to do. Her heart sank from the betrayal.

“Auntie, do I have a choice in the matter? Can I at least talk to the boy first?” Madhuri carefully pleaded. She didn’t want to believe her family would sell her off so easily.

“Of course! I set up the date for you to meet him and decide what you want to do. If you don’t like this one, you will try again with another one.”

This brought little comfort to her. She might not have to pick this boy, but there would only be more down the line. She would not be able to leave without deciding on a groom. She left her aunt’s room that night in defeat.

When she told her cousins and older nieces and nephews what happened, they were all sympathetic. They were old enough to know how the tradition of arranged marriages was limiting and oppressive. But instead of encouraging her to defy it, they told her to work around it. If she did not choose a partner herself, she would have one chosen for her. All Madhuri had to do was to find a partner she liked and be done with it. It was a tradition the family itself used to propagate and strengthen themselves over the years. If it worked for them then, why change it now? Their responses were disheartening to Madhuri, who only wanted to get out of the arrangement and go home with no strings attached. 

Lucky for her, there was one and only one listening ear who was willing to take her side. A family friend who the family had known for many years as an eccentric but kind neighbor. A man who went by an interesting name he picked for himself, ‘Brian Lomeyo’, a name that wasn’t local to the area or to any area they knew of. 

“Listen, Madhuri. I love your family but they are clearly wrong sometimes. They don’t like to think out of the box and see new things. Why do you think your mother was the only one in a whole family with hundreds of people to leave the country?” He insisted on speaking to Madhuri in English which was flawless in his local accent, a detail that greatly impressed her. 

Madhuri furrowed her brow and frowned. It was hard to think of her mother, the woman who set her up in the arranged marriage deal behind her back, as the trendsetter of the family. “She has a narrow way of thinking and she always thinks she’s right. No one can ever tell her she’s wrong.” She replied in perfect American English.

“Ah, that’s what they told me about her,” Brian wagged his finger referring to ‘they’ as the rest of her family. “Your mother is as stubborn as a goat. She was right once as a child and again when she moved to the States. Now she’s right about every decision she has to make about your life. It’s so unfair and inhumane.”

Madhuri was relieved to finally hear someone else criticize her mother other than her. Her family in India treated her like a saint for the money she sent back to them to improve their lives and it made her untouchable in their eyes. Madhuri could understand their reverence and respect but… it was still hard to accept her being lied to and sold off. Madhuri had dreams once and she was still young. Why couldn’t she have a couple more years of life to figure things out?

“How about we get out of here and hide from your family for a while? I know places in town where we can hang out and lay low. They’ll be mad at first, but once they know you’re with me, it’ll all be okay.” 

She agreed to go with him. She trusted Brian more than she could ever trust the man in the photo. She had no qualms about ghosting him to rebel against her family, especially her mother. She hoped they would grow to forgive her eventually.

For the first few days, they hopped between inns and bars talking to strangers and smoking hashish. Then one fateful night came when Brian brought her to his own home, a small hovel in the back of a jewelry workshop. Brian was a jeweler by trade who created pieces out of precious metals and gemstones to sell to merchants. In the back of his room, he pierced Madhuri’s nose to fit a gold septum ring and gave her a necklace with a gold pendant and chain.  

“If you have more time, there is someone I want you to meet,” Brian said as he poured himself a cup of red wine in a silver chalice. “I have a sponsor who buys most of my work and supports my livelihood. He is also a wise man who imparted to me rare knowledge he obtained from a God. I can show you.” He downed the bitter wine without a sour face. 

With a flick of the wrist, he brought about magic in front of her eyes. A hazy cloud turned into a vision of Madhuri in the pale moonlight light covered in the finest silks and jewelry. She laid in a lounger in an ancient temple decorated in pure gold and gems, surrounded by dancers and attendants there to serve her every will. A cool ocean breeze from the outside brushed against her skin and calmed her spirit. The breeze carried the scent of frankincense and blood. She inhaled for the first time in centuries. 

Brian was there next to her, sitting in the same spot dressed as a simple man in linens. In his hand was more gold and another cup of bloodwine.  

The smoke dissipated with another wave of his hand and Madhuri came back to reality. “Wha-what was that?” She hesitated to ask. She was tempted to ask him to send them back.

“It is a special kind of illusion he taught me. You could learn this art too. He can teach you the art of manifesting your dreams and turning them into a reality. You can do so much more with his help. Trust me.”

She picked up the hand mirror next to her and admired herself in her reflection. The pure gold jewelry gleamed in the electric light and made her feel beautiful and worthy, like the deity in her vision. She was more than the dainty maiden her family expected her to be. She could be a goddess.

Brian was asking a lot from her, bribing her with jewelry and promises of godhood. She agreed to go with him once more. Out of all the people in her life, he appeared to know and understand her the most despite barely being more than a stranger. But ultimately Madhuri trusted herself more than anyone else and she knew her destiny was taking her down this path. 

If she could succeed, she felt that somehow, everything would be right in the end.

The next morning, she followed Brian to an estate called ‘Ypotryll’, an unusual name that wasn’t in any language she nor Brian knew. It was a large estate with many rooms that were built in the style of ancient palaces. They spent the next few days and nights there exploring the halls and the lush garden outside. The estate was devoid of all people except for them, and Madhuri felt as though they were in another world. 

She loved it and swore she wanted to die there. Then Brian informed her they had work to do. His master, the man also known as Ypotyrll, was to return and needed them to prepare for his arrival. Ypotryll was a busy man who spent most of his nights hiding from his enemies, rival landowners who despised him and wanted him dead, and occasionally he needed to return home to recover for the next excursion. 

They needed to prepare multiple rooms for him, his main suite for his day's rest and several other rooms for his followers, other humans they had to recruit as staff. Brian ince again promised her she would be rewarded with power and secrets when Ypotyrll returned, and that the Master would explain everything when he came back.

She did as Brian instructed and helped him bring back the materials and people the Master required. The night Ypotryll returned, he was welcomed by a strangely austere estate with all of the windows and glass covered, all of the valuables locked away for safekeeping, and all of the new followers gathered around in the main hall. The only one he spoke to that night was Brian and his newest recruit, Madhuri. 

Ypotryll the Master was a tall and imposing man who was pale and hairless, barely covered in old silks that were tattered and faded. He was thin and sickly, his skin barely covering his bones and his eyes clouded over in milky white near-blindness. Madhuri pitied him, and yet when she looked into his eyes, he had a presence about him that entranced her and compelled her to stay near him. This was the man with the ancient wisdom that Brian told her about. The man who drank from a God. 

“I have a gift for each of you,” Ypotryll casted his spell on both Brian and her and lured them even closer. “Tonight’s celebration is dedicated to your rebirth. You will be blessed by the nectar of life from which all of humanity is bound to. You will know what lies beyond this existence. What dreams and nightmares are truly made of. What separates the Godless from the Godly. You will both become my children.” 

Madhuri had her eyes angled up toward his illustrious gaze when her neck was sliced open. She could barely sense her skin being torn from ear to ear before she lost all sight and fell to the ground. Her consciousness faded before she could think to react. She had died before she even knew it. 

She wouldn’t have known about her death if she hadn’t woken up later that night, awakening her new consciousness. She didn’t remember what happened immediately after she woke up again, only that there was red in her eyes and pain all throughout her body.There was a powerful hunger that gnawed at her throat and stomach and drove her mad, mad enough to satiate it in whatever means necessary. The hunger, the Beast, took over and shielded her from the horrors she would commit. 

When she became lucid again, she saw what had become of her and Brian. There were bodies strawn all around the floor, some in pieces and others whole and lifeless. The ground had become a pool of blood and gore, torn pieces of cloth, skin, hair and teeth from the ‘staff’ they had recruited. There was blood all over her inhuman hands which had turned into monstrous claws. Her teeth, fully extended from her mouth and jaw, stabbed her in the chin and lips with their pointed tips. She could taste the flesh and bile stuck in her mouth.

Brian was nearby on his knees in the same sorry state. He was crawling on the floor slipping in the blood they spilled together, screaming and crying as soon as he realized what they had done. “Master! Why?!” His mouth ajar was filled with needle-like teeth that stabbed his mouth on the inside when he tried to close it.

“You have been reborn. You are now my children.” Ypotryll stood in between them, appearing unfazed by the violence and untouched, aside from the blood on his bare feet. “You have been chosen to help me fight a holy war against our usurpers to the East. To awaken your potential, you had to feast upon the bodies of the unworthy so you would know the taste of Death. May you share the same ferocity to our enemies if you are to remain long enough to find Godhood.”

Madhuri barely comprehended the rest of Brian’s screaming and pleading toward their Maker while she examined the rest of her body. Her skin was dry and lifeless, stone cold and nearly devoid of feeling. She realized she wasn’t breathing until she took a conscious breath and nearly choked on leftover blood in her throat. Her head and her veins remained pounding with pain, and a calling for something more. 

It was the Beast. A driving force that fueled whatever power the Master had given them. It was strength, speed, a mental sharpness that primed her to being a predator. 

She didn’t feel like herself anymore. She was no longer the hapless Indian girl who was at the mercy of her mother and her extended family. She was a Monster. A Cannibal. A Murderer. A demon.

She soon grew numb to her thoughts and shut down once again.

—-

July of 1999

Over a year had passed since Madhuri and Brian’s Embrace underneath their duplicitous sire Ypotyrll. They were told what they were: vampires, or Kindred from the Clan Ravnos, an Indian bloodline known for their trickery and illusion magic. They remained at the Ypotryll estate where they practiced their abilities in their sire’s absence and suffered under his strict tutelage when he was present. Outside of the estate in the human world, rumors had spread that Madhuri and Brian had eloped and moved into the abandoned estate themselves, greatly upsetting her family knowing there was nothing they could do. Madhuri and Brian had to continue to propagate the lie themselves to keep them away from discovering their true nature. 

It was an uncomfortable and dreadful existence, one that drove Madhuri to run away several times only to return nights later. Brian himself had to rescue her a few times from the clutches of bloodthirsty hunters and other Kindred who were less keen on her existence than she was. There was still so much she didn’t know and didn’t have to be able to survive in the urban wilderness alone. The last time she returned battered, shattered, on the verge of hunger and Final Death was when she finally had her spirit broken enough to stop resisting Ypotryll’s will.

Brian fared better than she did but not by much. He had been a dutiful servant for longer and had already been a wanderer before he was taken under Ypotryll's wing. His chimerstry, which had been at a competent level since he was a ghoul, grew even stronger and more vivid, strong enough to rival other Ravnos. But in the end, he was only an artist and never a fighter. He didn’t have the resilience or independence that Madhuri had. Without Ypotryll’s guidance or absolute will, he had nothing to follow. If Brian had been the one to run away instead, he would’ve never made it back alive. 

Madhuri and Brian depended on each other more than they cared to. Their Kindred nature and imprisonment by their sire strained their friendship to the point where feelings of genuine closeness were nigh impossible. Madhuri resented him and Ypoytrll equally for their manipulation and lies while Brian grew sick of her lack of loyalty and constant defections. If they had separated at this point in their unlives, they wouldn’t miss each other.

But Ypotryll the Master needed his childer to cooperate as there was a war call in the distance they had to answer. To the East in Bangladesh, an intense battle was forming between the local Ravnos and the Kindred from the Far East. Bangladesh had always been a contested area between the borders of the West and the East, but this time the Ravnos were in real danger of extinction. All three of them felt a fire in their bones, their blood roused to burn by Elders in their dying cries to protect what was left of their kind. They were dying en masse and in danger of losing the centuries long war. Ypotryll and his childer were all equally determined to fight and defend their clan.

It only took them a few nights of nonstop travel via caravan to reach the floodplains of Bangladesh. As they grew closer to their destination, they saw evidence and remnants of the war everywhere. Ashes and blood littered the streets as Kindred fought openly in public, tearing down any human and vampire in their wake. Mass embraces performed in village squares where the resulting childer would soon turn and devour one another. Diablerie was a constant and regular occurrence. Lone Kindred were dragged into the fields by humans and other Kindred to burn and die in the sun for their crimes. A motley of false visions and weak attempts to distort reality around them impeded their travel, until Ypotryll was able to see past them and charge through. There was chaos and destruction everywhere, among their own kind no less. It shocked Madhuri and Brian - they had never seen this much violence in their lives.

When they finally stopped to unpack, they had reached an area that was the last Haven for their kind. The Ravnos Methuselahs, the Eldest of them all beside their clan Progenitor and Caine himself, still had a hold on the area that laid closest to the border between them and the Eastern Kindred. It shocked Madhuri when she realized she hadn’t seen a single Eastern Kindred yet despite the carnage behind them. Their own clan was tearing each other apart out of power and madness, a desperate struggle by Kindred acting like rats in a flaming bucket. The situation had become dire and hopeless with their own Methuselah foretelling their Final Deaths in defense of their Gods.

Upon hearing the deadly prophecy ahead of them, Madhuri held Brian’s hand and kissed it for the first time, praying to the Heavens that somehow, they would return with what remained of their unlives and start over again. Brian returned the kiss to her forehead and held her close, whispering the prayer back in unison. 

The following morning, they were awoken by a terrible development. The Eastern Kindred’s warriors had begun invading during the day to pave the way for their magicians. A massive storm of purple clouds swirling in the sky where the sun still hung high had formed above them to give the Eastern Kindred more time to strike. 

Madhuri and Brian rose during the day for the first time in years, to scramble and fight for their survival. Madhuri grabbed a knife that was given to her by her sire and rushed out into the battlezone. Madhuri was forced to fight, subdue and kill her fellow Ravnos who had gone mad from unknown means before she encountered a single Eastern Kindred, a bald man in orange robes similar to a Buddhist monk’s. She charged forward to strike without hesitation when he dodged and struck Madhuri at the back of the head, stunning her but not killing her. 

What happened immediately after was a blur. Seconds turned to minutes turned to hours;for Madhuri it felt like an eternity suffering in blind agony. She was conscious but immobile, no different from the dead bodies that fell and turned to ash near her. 

It wasn’t until later when she saw inside her mind’s eye, a terrifying living vision of their clan’s Progenitor awaking from his slumber to devour everyone and everything. The blood of her clanmates, most of the Eastern Kindred, her sire Ypottryl, and even the Methuselahs, all descendants of the Antediluvian Zapathustra, spilled into his mouth as he ripped them all apart from a far distance. Their unlives taken in an instant to feed the very being they swore to protect; yet another illusion and lie propagated by the Ravnos clan. The strongest of the Eastern Kindred and mages had finally arrived to strike him down, using their magic to break apart the skies to unleash the power of sunlight onto him. Others opened portals and summoned demons the Western world had never seen and would likely never see again. The visions seared into her brain, pain like red-hot needles traveling through her veins. 

She didn’t want to get up, couldn’t get up, fully conscious in the nightmare world. She wanted so badly to gnaw at her own hands and cut her own throat to end it all, but the mysterious Eastern Kindred’s ward wouldn’t let her. 

It wasn’t until that very Kindred’s death when she was freed and her eyes opened in an instant. Brian was with her, covered in blood and gore and struggling heavily to carry her with torn and exposed muscles and skin; his own organs beginning to fall out of his chest cavity. He had avoided the brunt of the original onslaught, though he was now on the verge of Final Death himself from Zapathustra’s second attack. He sensed Madhuri was finally awake and flashed a smile as large as his broken face would allow. 

Before she could say anything, he led her to a trunk freezer and told her to hide inside. “Say nothing. Never leave,” was the most he could say before his voice gave out. She said nothing and obeyed him, preferring to stay awake for him rather than the nightmares. She closed the freezer with her eyes open, desperately staying awake so she didn't have to go back to the visions, when she bore witness to yet another tragedy.

An explosion went off in the midst of battle and ripped through the landscape with an ear piercing shockwave. The building Madhuri was in broke apart and the floor underneath her collapsed, sending her tumbling down to the bare rock below. If not for the sturdy freezer she was in, she would’ve disintegrated or be ripped apart by the blast or the impact. It was through sheer luck, or expert engineering that preserved her inside the ice cold box with minimal impact on her body.

Her body fell into day sleep when she sensed somehow that the sky had opened once more and the storm was gone.

After sundown, it took her a while to regain her senses and find the courage to leave. Her muscles cramped horribly as she pushed against the freezer wall to pop out from the top lid which laid sideways. She rolled onto the blackened ground and gazed upon the scene around her. 

Everything and everyone around her was gone. She could sense no blood, visions, or presence in the battlezone. There were no more Kindred, no more fighting, no magic. She was truly and utterly alone. 

On the ground next to the black ash and debris was a massive scarlet vein that was actively pumping vitae. Her head was beginning to spin and her chest throbbed in pain. She was beginning to lose her sight and her mind to the absence, the black hole in the universe that wanted to swallow her whole. She was left a painful parting message in her heart that urged her to claw, eat, drink, tear, dig. Anyone. Anything. Anything to not keep still in this cruel, horrid existence. Anything to spite the world for the loss of Zapathustra.

She leapt at the massive vein of pumping blood and tore it apart viciously with her extended claws. It poured like an endless fountain all over her mouth and body. It was the sweet nectar of a God, the very thing Brian and Ypotryll promised she would have all those months ago. She bathed and drank in its ecstasy, filling to the point of excess then vomited and drank over and over again. She lost herself to the searing madness and the intense burn in her veins that only this blood could quench. She cackled and laughed under the light of the newly born Red Star.

She was unstoppable. She was unkillable. She was Madhuri Videkar, the only Goddess left alive.

[joesalw]

imma rant about something i am sorry. i am a huge conan gray fan. i've been since 2020 when i first heard him on a mutual's spotify playlist. i'm indian and i wasn't on internet before pandemic nor did i used to listen to non hindi songs. i did not know who taylor swift was at the time. i had just heard her name in passing and probably two of her biggest songs (love story, you belong with me)

in 2021 my love for conan grew so much. his music has helped me with so much shit in my life. i also started watching interviews and stuff and he mentioned that taylor was a huge inspiration for him many times. he became besties with liv in 2021 and taylor sent both of them her fearless tv recording (due to which i was introduced to taylor's music)

at this point swifties started using the term 'taylor's children' for conan and olivia and then the whole cruel summer credits thing happened with liv and so many swifties started accusing her of copying taylor with everything she does. she rightfully distanced herself from taylor and as her best friend, conan did too

when midnights came out, an interviewer asked him what his favourite track was. he said something along the lines of 'oh i am on tour right now and i think an album like that deserves to be properly heard. i just haven't had the time to listen to it yet' (nothing to be upset at. he was respectful towards taylor and her music) but oh the swifties went wild. they started unnecessarily trolling him, being racist and homophobic towards him and all that

even now in 2024, whenever he does ANYTHING, swifties make it about him not having heard midnights. it's so annoying atp.

but what will you except from a fandom who were all like father towards joe alwyn when he was still dating their idol. but when they broke up, he is public enemy number 1 "who put her in the basement and didn't let her bejeweled" and their new father is someone when alcohol and anger issues (they are accusing joe of that shit now btw. saying how he was an alcoholic and also accusing him of dv which is so messed up. like always believe victims. but why are they making up rumours of abuse with no proof and no word said by taylor who according to them was abused??)

They expect everybody to kiss the ground she walks on, and if someone fails to do it/ doesn’t do it by choice, they become public enemy #1

[nimblermortal]

@drelmurn

Also, warning to neopagans: This one is not for you. I try to be polite and respectful about neopaganism and y'all do some cool stuff, but this is specifically complaining about things neopagans do. So if that's your jam, this is a good place to stop reading.

So the thing is, for assorted reasons we don't have any writing from actual Norse pagans. There's archaeological records and what you divine (ha) from those, but everyone serious is telling you that we cannot have any real idea of what these religious practices look like. There were groves; there were figurines of gods which had their own spaces; it seems likely that rich/powerful people were also priests; there were sacrifices of beasts and animals, and some really freaking creepy funeral rites.

(Part of the volcano rant is about how prior to the volcanic eruptions there is sun symbolism in the archaeological record, and afterward, none. Probably related to the whole "ash blocking out the sun in the Arctic Circle for three years straight, leading to the deaths of 40-60% of the population" thing. So we have that sort of record too.)

And I'm also going to preface with how when I took a bellydancing class the instructor was careful to tell us that she learned from someone who learned from someone from the regions this was practiced, so we were at best three removes from the culture. When we're talking about Norse paganism, we are a thousand years removed from the culture. Put a generation at 20 years, that is 50 generations. If we want to be super generous and assume that every other generation some grandparent taught their grandchild the secret rituals they remembered, we are still 25 removes from a living culture.

Nothing has actually survived.

But, you say, what about the Eddas? Those were written down in the medieval period. Those are contemporary.

Nope! Those were written by Snorri Sturluson (1179-1241). He's an Icelander. Iceland was officially Christianized in the year 1000, it's very easy to remember. Snorri was born 179 years after Christianity got enough of a grip to be enshrouded in law. I've been reading the Grágás (early law book, ~1260) and it has an initial section specifically on Christianity, with the punishments for things like men not knowing the words to baptize a child, much less daring to fast incorrectly. These people were not pagan. Snorri was writing down what he could guess from very old stories, and he begins by saying the gods were Asians from Troy.

There's just a period in medieval Europe when paganism was considered cool, and so everybody wanted their own pagans, and they tried to resurrect the concepts and everybody kind of suspiciously came up with the same general kind of paganism, which is an artifact both of like. How monotheists think about polytheism, and of wanting to keep the cool elements from what they heard from their friend in France or wherever. It's like how everybody knows that vampires can't be seen in mirrors.

So that brings us to my archnemesis Stephen Flowers, who would really prefer I called him Edred Thorsson.

Mr. Flowers originally decided to research runes "after I audibly 'heard' the sound 'RUNA' on a summer day in 1974." Two years later, in 1976, he completed his handbook of rune magic, which he assures you remains largely unchanged in this its third edition, because he uh spiritually inherited everything there was to know about runes in two years. He believes the Norse pagan "ancestors never died but rather were reborn, generation after generation, always keeping their secrets with them - until now, they are us" because who doesn't love some Hindi wheel of reincarnation in their Norse paganism.

So this sort of reincarnation/divine inspiration is one way he gives himself legitimacy. The next is by judicious use of Nazis, because Norse stuff has always had a problem with Nazism. Mr. Flowers, rather than disavowing Nazism in his introduction, goes with "Indeed, the Nazis made use of the runic forms in their most external aspects, akin to what we might call 'branding' today. The beginning rune vitki* of today may take some strange comfort from the fact that the runes did continu to show themselves to be such potent symbols in the twentieth century!"

He will grant that "the Germanic spirit itself was not at the heart of this 'bureaucratic blasphemy,' but rather it was a sort of pseudo-Christian messianic Manicheanism that owned the soul of the Nazi party." Far removed from the true religion Flowers intends to invent! He, after all, intends to create "a system as free as possible from any Judeo-Christian influence" with the classic random flinging of the Judeo- prefix in to seem more, I don't know, cosmopolitan, without showing any sign of having done the slightest research on Judaism and whether it might apply to his construct religion.

*Flowers proposes vitki as a practitioner of runic magic, which he refers to as galdrar. I have been sufficiently wrong often enough not to argue with him on this point; I will say only that there are many words for magic, and for all I know galdr (nominative singular) does refer to runic magic. I have not seen the word vitki elsewhere as yet.

I am probably getting overly het up about Stephen Flowers; I am prone to doing so. He concludes his introduction as follows:

Too long has the Westerner suffered "bearing the cross of alien fruits." They have had their chance and have failed time and again in their impotent effort to satisfy the depths of the IndoEuropean soil. Their aeon has come to an end; the time is ripe for a reemergence of the wisdom of the Eriloz (the vitki). The breakthrough of holy power must take place within the soul of each individual - and it is in this hope that this work has been wrought.

Which just. Having established the word vitki we're now going to add another cool foreign word for the same thing?? Westerners have suffered bearing the cross of Christianity?? It has failed to satisfy the depths of the IndoEuropean - look, it's just a list of white supremacist dogwhistles, okay. And I could be wrong about that, because I don't know white supremacist dogwhistles, but it sure reads like that to me!

I have a friend who is a neo-pagan and is studying Egyptian magic. Apparently the Egyptian practitioners wrote their things down. Which is cool and great, they had a writing system and they were using it, I know nothing about that and have nothing to say about it. She also says a lot of pagan practices are invented wholecloth, which is true and great. It's the "we are reviving a practice that has simply lain dormant for a thousand years until we arrived to accept this unbroken tradition" that drives me wild.

Anyway the key concepts include: appealing to some sense of an ancient unbroken tradition, which should appeal to you specifically because you are special in [spiritual and/or racial trait], and you can reject [practice that many people have been hurt by] because your special nature was reaching out to this the whole time. Sprinkle in appropriate symbols. Use some cool foreign-sounding words. Throw a minority under the bus if at all possible.

[abhijeetblogs]

Motivational books

Here are top 10 best-selling motivational books in English which will help you to make strong thinking in your mind and help you to do something for your parents or your life. Motivational books inspire readers to reach their goals. They often share life lessons, success strategies, and mindset changes through real life stories.

Motivational books to read

Some self motivation books names are given below-

How to Stop Worrying and Start Living by Dale Carnegie

Atomic Habits by James Clear

The Power of Your Subconscious Mind by Joseph Murphy

The Mountain Is You by Brianna Wiest

The Compound Effect by Darren Hardy

The Psychology of Money by Morgan Housel

Life's Amazing Secrets by Gaur Gopal Das

Ikigai by Francesc Miralles and Hector Garcia

How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie

Think And Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill

[greenbloods]

obviously no region in the story is directly a region from real life but i dont think dorne is indian. at best it seems 10% indian inspired with 50% umayyad spain + 40% levantine arab. the tokar is sort of a cross between a sari and a toga but slavers bay also doesnt fit the vibe (i think egypt fits the bill best but i also dont want to assign one particular place to the region in the books thats basically the Bad Place in the narrative). qarth sorta works. if we want one main place though i think volantis would be the best pick. it has all the hallmarks of an orientalized india: the heat, the extravagance display of wealth, the elephants (literally called hathay; the hindi word is hathi). imo it serves as a good base for a more nuanced and in-depth take on the setting that fanart and fanfic is best equipped for over canon.

[myrachondria]

♡ Layla Ansari Character Sheet (Hogwarts Legacy) ♡

*Please note that our sketch artist is an intern. Once our budget increases, we will be recruiting for a more talented professional.

General Information

Full Name: Layla Rahmi Binti Mehmood Ansari

Nationality: Dual Citizen of British Raj (British India) and Ottoman Empire (Present Day Turkey), Indefinite Leave to Remain (ILR) for UK (equivalent to permanent resident in USA)

Ethnicity: South Asian (a princely state not currently under British rule)

Blood Status: Pureblood (information retrieved from ILR application)

Height: 5'7 or 170cm

Gender: Female

Languages: English, Hindi/Urdu, Turkish, Arabic (levantine dialect), Kashmiri, Punjabi, Farsi, Yoruba, Sanskrit (read only), Latin (read only)

House: Wolverine (Durmstrang), Slytherin (Hogwarts)

Boggart: [REDACTED]

Amortentia: [UNKNOWN]

Criminal History: [EXPUNGED]

Patronus: [REDACTED]

Future Occupation: [REDACTED]

Love Interest: Ominis Gaunt

Best Friends: Ominis Gaunt, Sebastian Sallow, Imelda Reyes, Amit Thakkar

Background: [MISSING INFORMATION]

Family

Father: Mehmood Kamran Bin Mehmooda Ansari (Cameron) - Diplomat

Mother: Yasmine Ansari (Jasmine) - Philanthropist

Brother: Khalid Samiuel Bin Mehmood Ansari (Sami) - Auror, Gryphonclaw Extermination Unit

Social Status: Aristocrat

Family Background: [MISSING INFORMATION]

Additional Information

Fun Facts: [N/A]

Traumatizing Event: [REDACTED]

*As the stories continue and more information regarding this individual is obtained, this sheet will be updated.

Additional Pictures:

(Once I get better at drawing, these will be replaced ♡)

Character Inspiration:

● Serana - The Elder Scrolls Skyrim

● Mehmooda Leela Binti Omar Ansari - Layla's grandmother

● Queen Maeve - The Boys

● Maggie Rhee - The Walking Dead

● Fa Mulan - Mulan

● Rose Tyler - Doctor Who

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[hindisoup]

Do you remember what the first Hindi song you listened to was? Do you still listen to it? Did it inspire you to study the language further, or did you ignore it at the time? Spill the musical beans.

Oh, this is an interesting one. The first Hindi film I watched purposefully - as in I made a conscious decision to watch an Indian film not necessarily thinking of its language (in the beginning I watched a mix of South Asian films - Hindi, Tamil, Telugu etc. not really understanding the difference until a bit later) was Daawat-e-Ishq (2014).

I was completely blown away by the aesthetics and whole concept of there being a film with songs in it without it being a musical in the Western sense (Moulin Rouge (2001) was the previous film that swept me away back in the day and that’s a whole another story).

Seeing the song Shayarana on the film had me baffled, how can there be so talented people that look so beautiful - to me it seemed that they can do it all, act, dance, and sing too.

That bubble was burst soon enough when I learned about playback singing but instead of taking anything away from my experience it increased my fascination when I started realising how big and complex productions South Asian films must be and how much talent is included especially when there are numerous song and dance numbers in a single film. I mean there are some Western actors and actresses I appreciate as talented in their craft but there are very few I can even imagine to do an Indian style dance number with a straight face let alone with anything close to the grace required in the more classical style numbers.

Anyway, the point is not to compare the art per se but to highlight my amazement of this whole new world of South Asian cinema I had had no idea existed (well I had seen Marigold (2007) ages ago but back then my reaction was more like ‘meh’ and to be honest it’s just not that good of a film so not the best introduction anyway).

My favourite song of Daawat-e-Ishq was and still is Mannat and I remember it being the first song I searched from YouTube as a lyrical video. To me the lines of the chorus:

मेरी मन्नत तू, तुझ को है तुझ से माँगा

मेरी मन्नत तू, तुझ को है मौला माना

Merī mannat tū, tujh ko hai tujh se māṅgā

Merī mannat tū, tujh ko hai maulā mānā

They sounded like an incomprehensible chant where I struggled to separate the words from one another. I listened to it on repeat until slowly I was able to untangle the sounds in a way that I could sing along - not understanding a single word - and it was such a brain rush.

I remember watching this film maybe three times quite soon right after I had seen it the first time and it’s soundtrack was the first I downloaded on my then iPod (may it rest in peace). I enjoyed it a lot and I was worried that the next Indian film I’d watch wouldn’t be as nice and it would sort of jinx it for me - I really really wanted there to be more similar films. I had little idea of the volume of Hindi cinema at that time. After I took the leap and watched Jab We Met (2007) next, there really was no going back for me.

My language studies started seriously only a couple of years later, but by that time I had gathered such a robust vocabulary of strands of hair blowing in the wind, rain, heart beats and infatuation from hundreds of film songs that I felt miles ahead of my course mates on the Hindi beginner’s course I attended.

Thanks for the ask, this really took me years back!

[doeroneforall]

The Melodious Journey-Begum Akhtar's Quest for Respect in Indian Classical Music

Discover the captivating world of Begum Akhtar, the iconic Indian artist renowned for her soulful ghazals. Dive into her remarkable biography and explore her illustrious musical career, marked by numerous accolades and records.

Uncover the story of Begum Akhtar, from her humble beginnings to becoming a legendary figure in the realm of Hindi ghazals.Begum Akhtar's mesmerizing voice and heartfelt renditions have left an indelible mark on the world of music. Her Ghazals are a true reflection of her artistry and passion, evoking profound emotions and touching the hearts of millions.

Experience the magic of Mehfil-E-Ghazal as you delve into her timeless repertoire of songs, showcasing the best of Hindi Ghazals.Beyond her musical achievements, Begum Akhtar's profile also shines light on her personal life. Explore her family background, which has played a significant role in shaping her artistic journey.

Her contributions to the realm of music have earned her widespread acclaim and admiration, solidifying her status as a legendary figure in Indian music.While her net worth may not be publicly disclosed, the value of Begum Akhtar's legacy extends far beyond monetary measures.

Her influence and contributions continue to resonate through generations of artists, leaving an indelible impact on the world of music.Immerse yourself in the world of Begum Akhtar and let her ghazals transport you to a realm of emotions and poetic beauty.

From her soul-stirring renditions to her evocative storytelling, Begum Akhtar's Ghazal songs are an eternal treasure, cherished by fans worldwide. In summary, Begum Akhtar's biography, family, and musical brilliance create a tapestry of inspiration and artistic excellence.

Her Ghazals, performed in the soulful Mehfil-E-Ghazal, showcase the very best of Hindi Ghazals, captivating listeners with their depth and beauty. Step into the enchanting world of Begum Akhtar and experience the magic of her musical legacy.

[cdailaincao]

hi! i'm diana (aka cal), and this is in bullet points because i like bullet points okay

i'm 19, indian, feminist, an LGBTQIA+ ally, and in love with stories.

my original online nickname was Diana Black (i was thirteen when i came up with it) but now most of my friends just call me cal. take your pick, i love both names.

some fandoms i'm in: harry potter, riordanverse (i've read it all), brooklyn99, the good place, the bone season, throne of glass, ascendance, cyoa

main ships atm are jily and percabeth, but i also love solangelo and rowaelin and peraltiago and (basically 90% of the canon ships in any media i've consumed. i love love.)

while i post a lot of hp related stuff, i despise jkr with my whole heart. trans people ily and i hate that you have to deal with that bigoted piece of shit.

well written jily fic is my sustenance. some people i'd read ANYTHING from: (ao3) ghostofbambi, apalapucian, cgner, lizardcookie, my friend terrie.

still wishing for an update of tlat, and doing my biannual rereads in the meantime. (what a masterpiece.)

feel free to ask me for fic recs, or send me random asks related to fandom, i'll be nice if you are!

@kailandpumpkins <- this is kail, my best friend and one of the best bits of my life. boop.

@shestrying <- this is dana, she's my actual soulmate and i love her.

@stedewards <- this is terrie, my book buddy and the godparent of all my original characters. they get credit for every bit of writing i have ever done (and will ever do).

i love love love the jily community here on tumblr (and the discord server- @jilymicrofics is the place to ask if you want to join). everyone i've interacted with so far has been so damn sweet, it's unreal. they're half the reason i'm inspired to write jily these days.

english music loves are taylor swift, jax, alec benjamin, alan walker, maisie peters, hozier, sabrina carpenter, and the old barbie animated movie albums.

telugu music loves are (the albums of the films:) hi nanna, majili, oopiri, oh baby, geetha govindam, ala vaikunthapurramulo, maharshi, ninnu kori, 100% love, seetamma vakitlo, bommarillu, mr perfect, mirchi, janatha garage, rrr, nuvvosthaanante nenoddantaana, love story, kshanakshanam, jersey, ready, orange, manmadhudu, happy, magadheera (aight there's way too much more so i'm stopping here)

tamil music loves are (the albums of the films:) alaipaayuthey, paiyaa, vaaranam aayiram, anjaan, kaatru veliyidai, master, padaiyappa, ayan, maattrraan, singam(1&2) , thuppaki, yennai arindhaal, viswasam, roja (1992), thalapathi, dharmathin thalaivan, I, aaru, aadhavan, 96.

hindi music loves are (the albums of the films/shows:) please find attached, aashiqui 2, yeh jawaani hai deewani, bajrangi bhaijaan, badrinaath ki dulhaniya, 3 idiots, thappad, student of the year.

(indian music artists) special mention to shreya ghoshal, chinmayi, A R rahman, and raghu dixit.

phew. that was a lot on music but like. i'm almost always humming or listening to music so it fits. i've only mentioned artists and albums above, but there's so many more individual songs that own my heart (in all the above languages.) maybe i'll make a list someday. or share a properly organised playlist? (all my current playlists are chaos lol) we'll see. anyway.

don't be mean to my mutuals, or i will come after you with a pitchfork.

i don't have a proper tagging system on my blog. i used to keep wanting to create one, but i know i won't keep up with it, so i've made peace with that now. i usually do tag posts that i make (especially if they contain sensitive information).

i might be delayed in replying to messages, asks, or tags, but i promise it's not personal!!! my People Interaction Energy has a mind of its own, and i often just don't have it in me to answer in the moment. I don't like half hearted replies, so i leave it until i do have the energy to reply and actually enjoy the interaction.

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