#like prabhas might have not said much

[mahi-wayy]

so mr om raut is out of hiding I guess and he has supposedly made a statement about prabhas and salman being flop proof or something.

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[ririsasy]

I love that RRR/Salaar side by side gif. How about one where Bheem kills Edward for essentially nicking Ram and Deva cuts that guys head off for touching Varadha?

Hehe definitely can do!!

1. Edward shot Ram and Naarang grabbed on Varadha's collar oh big no no their boyfriends are going to be so pissed

2. Yuph Bheem literally angrily immediately threw a motorcycle at Edward and Deva basically chopped Naarang's hand off of his man (weapon of choice is basically just using whatever available near them, this was instant rage both weren't thinking much and just acting on impulse.)

3. AND It's not enough! THE OFFENSE WAS TOO GREAT SO edward got stabbed on his gut by a spear and Naarang got what he deserved for taunting Varadha before asking for his head to be placed on his feet!!! whose head on whose feet now headless Naarang boy lmao take that! bye bye.

Also can I mention how both Deva and Bheem was shaking with rage afterwards stil!!Gosh Bheem's eyes were so freaking scary looking at Edward like that his cheeks trembled from gritting his teeth too hard because of his anger and Deva's hands were still trembling as well in the cell later when he tried to explain his reason to Varadha for his action why he killed Naarang "I warned him [Naarang] not to touch you, but he paid no heed. You heard me right? How could he touch you!!! No one should touch you!!" (Peak possessive behavior)

But I think the ultimate comparison for this scene was with devasena and Baahubali in Baahubali 2 courtroom scene (notice both happened in courtroom with everyone witnessing the grand gesture of Deva/Baahu ultimate devotion) It was literally copied frame to frame lmao I know Prashanth was actually paying homage to this iconic scene in Baahubali because there's no way he didn't take inspiration from that scene with Prabhas as Deva (down to the way Devasena and Deva (also both their names are literally deva 😭👐🥺) took the weapon from the other people waist lol) also who didn't want to see Prabhas reenacted this scene in a big screen again!! Cinema is Prabhas chopping head of people who dare touch his loved ones. (Also Varadha is Deva's wife, period. No argument, Prashanth said so, it's Deva's DUTY AND PRIVILEGE to protect his honor.)

As the great Baahubali said "if one lays a hand on any woman [or man if he's your man], you shouldn't chop his fingers [only], you should chop [off] his head!"

The fact that Rajamouli got an exclusive time to interviewed the PPP before watching Salaar lmao Rajamouli was the first person who purchased the tickets to Salaar movie. So he definitely hadn't watched it yet when he interviewed them!! Imagine his surprise when he saw this scene in the theater lmao I bet Prabhas might have texted him like "there's a surprise in the movie you will love it!"

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Anon was referring to this post btw!

Also you can see other side by side posts of Salaar with kgf 2 and cmbyn

[king-of-knives]

I watched kalki and the plot they chose is amazing like actually kalyug hindu dystopia sounds like a delight especially the folklore shit

BUT THE EXECUTION THE DIALOUGES FUVKKKMMKK FUCKIN HELLLL

how can they take such a beautiful wonderful amazingly talented cast and such a gorgeous honey nectar plot AND SERVE FUCKING BULL SHIT

This is why I hate so many bollywood movies because as an avid reader the script makes me want to take a dhakan bhar pani and drown in it

BECAUSE THAT STORYLINE HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL BUT FUCKKK THE SCRIPT WTF WAS THAT NO ONE TALKS LIKE THAT

While we're at this Im going to talk about shaitaan too,

The original movie was so much better written without all the fucking demon and magic shit , the original plot was on hypnotism and it made so much more sense and all the actors served in the original version the dialogs were so different, i love madhavan but fuvk nooo everything he did and said fell short to the original gujarati actor, the actual sense of fear you feel while watching even just the trailer of the original version cannot be felt throughout the whole hindi adaptation, the girl, she carried that adaption, she had done such a wonderful job in original version even her acting is watered-down in the hindi version, it is so much more tamer, this just shows that the execution the direction the script and especially the impact of original language matters so much in any media, because I'd rather watch anything with subtitles than dubbed version, because you get so much more accuracy in subtitles, a script written in a language never carries over the emotions interpreted in the translation so well, and if you don't understand both languages and culture well whatever translation you make isn't gonna be equally amazing, a dubbing, a remake done while changing the base of a movie is never a good idea, and i feel so fucking sad that no one who hasn't seen vash will ever be able to see it because all its rights were brought off and it got taken off all platforms fuckkkk even the title isn't just translation how do you go from vash to shaitaan idk .... vash was a masterpiece made by such a dedicated cast and director the script was soo good the characters were so well written and all of it is just gone because it was sold for commercialization it sucks I hate it they watered down everything and THEY TOOK AWAY THE REAL MOVIE COMPLETELY

I always go to watch movies and come out so disappointed with the script and execution, and sometimes even the direction is shit because what in the holy shit was soty all parts, and people talk about how some actors especially nepotism ones are shit at acting during thier debut and troll them so much but have they ever thought that maybe sometimes it's the direction at makes them look like shitty actors? Because do you really think alia from soty just suddenly had an epiphany and gave highway, do you really think alia who gave masterpieces like raazi, darlings, dear zindagi, gully boy, gangubai, just had terrible acting and dialogs in bhramastra???

There are soooo many things that make or break the movie and the most 3 important are direction acting and script , you fuck up one it's gone you might earn money but no one is gonna watch it again, I'd rather choke on my foot than watch the boy who played Ajay devgans son in shaitaan call him pops BECAUSE WTF IS WRONG WITH THEM WRITERS NO ONE CALLS THEIR DAD THAT it is blasphemy that's what it is

And why was the villain in kalki giving voldemort?? Why was prabhas giving Ironman? It's like they fit so much in that movie without a head and tail, you need a backstory look at bahubali learn something everything needs a fucking backstory, the way they rushed through bhairavas backstory, they way Deepikas character just drops in out of nowhere, the way kaira and that other girl from rebels just comes in to die immediately you cannot possibly imagine your audience to feel anything about both of thier death because we didn't even get enough time to feel anything for them to even feel thier presence in the movie, those could've been such hit Melo part only if they'd give them time, kalki would've done so much better as a well scripted series that's what i think, because that plot needs time you need for the dust to settle, for your audience to feel grounded with that sort of plot be emotionally connected to know how horrible the world has become how terribly people are killed, you need to give your audience time to get emotional about the characters death, then and only then the movie will stay with them, and what in the fucking bullshit was that song with disha patni and prabhas like it really didn't need a song, it's high time we realize movies don't have to have songs , let the music industry grow on it's own for God's sake let artists make songs they want to make rather than obliging them to make songs that forcefully cater to your movies plot IT LITERALLY DIDNT NEED A SONG, AND IT DIDNT NEED ROMANCE EITHER FOR GODS SAKE PLS PLS MAKE MOVIES WITHOUT ACTUALLY ROMANCE let people suffer in almost ships, let people suffer in if only they were lovers, let people suffer in omg they went through so much together they loved eachother but that's it nothing ever happens, BECAUSE I AM SOOOO SICK OF WATCHINV FORCED COUPLES PLACED INTO MOVIE OF GENRES WHICH ARENT ROMANCE

I've so much more to say but I'll do it some other time..... all this makes me feel like I should actually think about doing book reviews as a job mom said i should try but srsly it feels like if I'm getting paid they ain't gonna let me write what I want to and honestly I'm soooo much of a constructive criticism person , I criticise my own reviews and thoughts over a movie or show so many times before making up my mind on one opinion ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Maybe I'll start writing reviews about all the movies and shows and animes and books that i watch or read.... God I've so much to say

Why do I've so many opinions on so many things

[rendezvouswithbooks]

Ladies coupè by Anita Nair

Akhila

she collects epithets of hope like children collect ticket. She has long ago trodden to shards her rose-glassed spectacles and switched to metal-framed glasses that remain plain indoors and turn photo-chromatic outdoors.

Akhila felt a great desire to board a train. To leave. To go somewhere. Land’s end, perhaps. Kanyakumari. At Kanyakumari, the three seas meet. The Bay of Bengal, the Indian Ocean and the Arabian Sea. A quiet male ocean flanked by two restless female seas.

Akhila read the board above the line. ‘Ladies, Senior Citizens and Handicapped Persons.’ She did not know if she should feel angry or venerated.

‘Quo vadis. Do you know what that means? It’s Latin for “Whither goest thou?”

....the smell of orange peel and rust would be for her the odour of panic.

They lived quiet, starched and ironed lives where there was no room for chiffon-like flourishes of feeling or heavy zari-lined silken excesses.

Kailasa temple. .......Had the Nandi ever wondered what came first—devotion or duty?

Mothballs that dissipated into nothingness when touched by air.

So who was Akhilandeswari? Did she exist at all? If she did, what was her identity? Did her heart skip a beat when it saw a mango tree studded with blossoms? Did the feel of rain on her bare skin send a line of goose bumps down her spine? Did she sing? Did she dream? Did she weep for no reason?

Sheela and Janaki. Two ends of a spectrum. Young girl, old woman, and yet how different were their lives from hers? They could be her, Akhila thought. She could be them. Each confronting life and trying to make some sense of its uncertain lines. If they could somehow do that, as well as they knew best, why can’t I? With that thought, Akhila felt a slow gathering of joy. A thin stream that let loose tributaries of trickling hope. An anticipation that what she had set out to do might not all be in vain. That Akhila would triumph one way or the other.

Oil of Vitrol

Margaret Shanthi

That it is water in its various forms that configures the earth, atmosphere, sky, mountains, gods and men, beasts and birds, grass and trees, and animals down to worms, flies and ants. That all these are only different forms of water. That water is to be weighed carefully or it will weigh upon you! That was the first lesson I had to teach him.

The sky was the colour of freshly cast zinc. A bluish silver surface that would slowly oxidize to form a greyish protective film as the day wore on.

I waited for a clap of thunder, a hurling meteor, a whirlwind, a dust storm . . . for some super phenomenon that is usually meant to accompany such momentous and perhaps sacrilegious revelations.

‘Maragatham, I’m not so sure if we should have a baby now,’ he said. Was it then that the first whiff of a fragrance akin to the oil of wintergreen sped up my nostrils? Toxic, destructive methanol when heated with salicylic acid and a few drops of concentrated sulphuric acid produces methyl salicate. A compound that has the fragrance of the oil of wintergreen. Ethanol, or what I thought love to be, produces no such fragrance. I should have known then.

Love beckons with a rare bouquet. Love demands you drink of it. And then love burns the tongue, the senses. Love is methyl alcohol pretending to be ethyl alcohol.

I became what he wanted me to be: a good sport and a team player. The universal solvent.

There were shades to Ebenezer Paulraj. At times, he was blue vitriol, imbued with copper. Radiating goodness and positive energy; remedying deficiencies with his presence; helping, cleansing, healing. Other times, he was green vitriol, possessed by iron. Capable of reducing anything and anyone to insignificance by the sheer force of his personality. He did it unconsciously and naturally. When he was ruled by cobalt, he was rose vitriol. Protective of all that was weak and defenceless. Then there were times when zinc took over and he was white vitriol. Mordant and destructive of anything that he considered irrelevant. But nothing could change his core quality which determined who he was—oil of vitriol.

Afloat

Prabha Devi

Long ago she had discovered that a woman with an opinion was treated like a bad smell. To be shunned.

When Prabha Devi’s fingertips touched the other end of the pool wall, she straightened. And Prabha Devi knew that life would never be the same again. That nothing else that happened would ever measure up to that moment of supreme content when she realized that she had stayed afloat.

Sister to the real thing

Marikolanthu

......there was so much more happening. The fields and the villagers bored me. I felt stifled by the narrowness of the streets and the boundaries that were everywhere. Between field and field; home and field; man and woman; woman and life; living and dignity . . .

Husband’s protection! The phrase made me cringe. Neither Sujata Akka nor my mother ever had their husbands look out for them. The Chettiar took care of Sujata Akka’s needs. And Amma had to look after herself. The men in their lives had done nothing and yet to them a fulfilled woman was one who was married. Everything else was secondary.

For so long now, I had been content to remain a sister to the real thing. Surrogate housewife. Surrogate mother. Surrogate lover. But now I wanted more. I wanted to be the real thing.

[shaonsim]

I love Prabhamitra already. Tell me more. Tell me everything.

Thank you so much for your interest!!! Prabha is the newest addition to my list of favourite OCs (there are a lot of them who don't even have a name, but I have distinct headcanons for them 🤦🏿‍♀️), so I loved the chance to talk about her!!

Prabha is a news reporter, that much I have told you. You also know how she is looking for a huge scoop to establish herself as a star reporter. What you don't know is that her kind of big news is a little different, as in, she loves controversial topics. Nothing serious like politics and such, page 3 celebrities and business tycoons are more her thing. 

Our girl lives for DRAMA. 

She comes into this fic with the idea of interviewing the guy with a falling business and asks him how it feels to be on the brink of bankruptcy from their previous social standing, and stays relevant to the story because she agrees to spy on a rich business tycoon and his newly wedded wife because someone gives her the tip that the guy is going to murder his wife. (And in another AU, she comes in trying to uncover the mysteries surrounding the death of the wife of said business tycoon, fully believing that he had a hand in the accident) - if that doesn't say a lot about her…then I don't know what will. 

She also has a history of asking uncomfortable questions. She legit asked an actress whether her coveted role going to another actress was a product of nepotism (and nearly got banned from the celebrity circle, but her article led to good publicity of the film and they got decent buzz out of the whole thing so she got away with an assignment on the black marketing of expensive, imported cosmetics). 

Prabha is also very serious about her job and will spend hours in front of the laptop (equipped with her zero power anti-glare glasses and a notebook filled with hasty scribbles that no other soul will be able to decipher) and read up on the drama playing out in different social media sites. Agni (her boyfriend, and later on, husband) joins her sometimes, because he too, has a penchant for drama, but he gets bored after a while, and she does not let him laugh at the stupidity, so that's another reason why his interest dwindles after some time. Then he would try to distract her because he needs all of that intensity she displays in online drama. Of course he does. 

Our girl is also very much into pretty dresses and chunky bracelets. And of course, rarely do people see her without her Bindi (unless she is undercover, but then too, she carries a small portion of her bracelet collection on her right arm. The left arm is relatively empty, with just a  simple watch). Prabha loves to dress up because it makes her feel good and she would listen to no logical explanation as to why her numerous accessories might do more harm than good, even when she nearly got caught that one time because her bangles made too much noise. 

Prabha is also the nosiest among the three friends (Tara does have a 'savior complex' but she is fighting it nice and hard, and Chandni can't be bothered about drama between other people). She gets one whiff of DRAMA and she will be on to it like nobody's business. Often, she tries to restrain her limitless curiosity, but it doesn't always work. There is this voice in her head that needs to know EVERYTHING. 

(( This is all I have for now, because she is a relatively new character, but I will definitely come up with new things, and when I do, I will share them with you ♥️♥️♥️)) 

[claroquequiza]

Man of course I gotta ask for the entire exchange between Hanzo and Venkata. ALTHOUGH if you'd rather: how about the passage about Hanzo using his bow as a sword? Pick whichever is more interesting/fun to talk about!

I’ll go for Venkata! I already went over the bow-as-sword scene right here!

“Good heat!”

“Shubha vēḍi, Mr. Sakaguchi!” called out Uppalapati over the noise of the busy pedestrian street. “How are you today? Have you melted yet?”

Hanzo shook his head wryly as he wiped the sweat off his brow. “Atsui desu ne?” he replied as he approached Uppalapati’s tea stand. He could only smile and shake his head at the young man’s quizzical look.

I thought I was being so clever when I came up with “Good heat!” but, once again, @cantodelcolibri came to my rescue and let me know that the Japanese have an almost identical greeting. Of course they would.

The stand was a small space enclosed on three sides with barely enough room for even Uppalapati himself, much less the electric burners and the large open pots that held various amounts of frothy milk and brewing tea. It stood off to the side of a small grouping of chairs and tables set up on a raised patio, all under a sturdy awning that was nominally to provide shelter from torrential rains–the monsoon was still going strong even in October. Now it was valued far more for its shade, as the group of youths lounging as close as possible could attest as they kept clear of the slanted rays of sunlight trying to peek under the eaves of the awning.

By the time Hanzo got to the tiny counter, Uppalapati had already mixed the spiced tea and milk by straining them through what looked for all the world like a windsock. Now he was frothing it up even more by pouring the beverage from one glass into another with deft movements while holding them as far apart as his arms would allow–he was putting on a bit of a show for a customer who was becoming something of a regular. Hanzo watched him show off with a slight smile. Uppalapati was young, in his early 20’s perhaps, and his showboating, his sparkling inky eyes, and bright smile invited questions and commentary, which made Hanzo’s job all the easier. He had already gleaned much about the layout and general atmosphere of the district from him, and all for the small price of some light conversation.

I looked up a LOT of videos of tea stands in Andhra Pradesh, and, wouldn’t you know it, I found this charming young man letting us know how it’s done–this was the first iteration of Venkata, LOL! But the prep process is really cool–way better than anything I’ve seen them do at Starbucks.

“What happened the first time you got distracted?” he asked as Uppalapati placed Hanzo’s glass on the counter and nonchalantly tipped the glass in his hand backwards to fill it in a long, thin, creamy brown stream as he accepted Hanzo’s bank card.

Look! Look! Hanzo knows how to talk to people! When he has to! Because he doesn’t do anything less than professionally, the poor bastard!!

“Hm? What? Distracted?” he hummed as he processed the payment. “Never happened, no matter what my mother will tell you.”

“What would she tell me?” Hanzo eyed the foam as it threatened to spill over the rim of the glass, but, as always, Uppalapati cut off the stream with a flourish before it could.

“She will tell you about a boy who tried to impress a pretty Vishkar agent,” he laughed, his teeth flashing. “Back before he knew Vishkar are never impressed. He fumbled when she didn’t smile and got a, ehm, what are they called? Lavaṅgālu, the stuff that looks like a wizard’s staff, you know? A that-flavoured burn down his leg. She was not impressed before. You know how impressed she was after?”

Lavaṅgālu is cloves as far as the Telugu-English dictionaries tell me. I was terrified I was going to list some ingredient that was Not Actually Used, but cloves seem to be pretty common.

“Humph. From what I have seen, you lost nothing that day,” Hanzo observed as he gingerly took the almost-too-full glass in hand.

“No, I did not!” Uppalapati declared. He tapped his hand on the counter after he handed Hanzo back his card. “I probably saved this old tea stand of ours. If that pretty Vishkar agent thought we were worth anything, they might swallow us whole. I see them walking up and down the street, looking for new shops. First one goes in, and if one goes out, the shop stays. If one goes in, then three go in, the shop goes with them.”

Hanzo raised his eyebrows. “Really? They do that often?”

He shrugged. “Not often in Tartur, but my friend says he sees them often in Mandlem, on the other side of the Commons,” Uppalapati waved his hand towards the north, in the direction of the great city park that bordered Tartur. “But if business is slow there, they come here, to offer their ‘help’,”  he finished with a scowl. “A promotion, some call it.”

“But not you?”

Uppalapati let a grin smooth away his frown. “They don’t smile enough in the Inner Ring.” Then he flipped a lock of curly black hair off his forehead. “But they are certainly pretty enough!” Hanzo snorted and rolled his eyes in reply, prompting another laugh from Uppalapati. He thanked him for the chai and sipped it as he made his way to one of the tables in the shade of the awning.

Venkata is super bi, y’all. He knows a pretty person when he sees one, and he’s not afraid to pass the sighting on!

He would never have thought before this mission that any hot beverage would be worth drinking in heat like this–especially since he was stuck wearing long sleeves–but that was before he discovered chai. The tea itself was deeply appreciated for its caffeine, of course, but Hanzo would have expected the heat to drive him off even if the milk did not. However, the spicy interplay of black pepper, cloves, and ginger with the sweet milk and bitter tea was proving to be almost addictive.

And Now We Can Look Forward To The Line. You Know Which.

Tiiiiiime Skiiiiiiip

“Thank you, Mr. Uppalapati,” he murmured as he handed the glass over.

“Call me Venkata,” he said with a wink as he took it . “It is easier to pronounce.”

Venkata Uppalapati is part of the birth name of the Tollywood actor Prabhas. He stared in the most successful Telugu-language movies ever, the Baahubali duology. I’ve stolen the names of the cast for all the Indian OCs. Whenever I have to name someone from an unfamiliar culture, I always look to movies, famous scientists, and national heroes, LOL!

Ah, a distraction.

Hanzo’s mouth fell open for a moment, affronted. “You mean to say you do not appreciate my efforts to learn your tongue?”

Uppalapati’s smile quickly disappeared. He looked panicked. “N-no, I just–you–”

Venkata: DAMN YOU PRABHAS

Hanzo held his gaze for three uncomfortable seconds, ignoring the waves of cramplike sensations racing up and down his prosthetics. A particularly loathsome knot settled in the nonexistent arch of his left foot.

Then he laughed.

“I apologize, Venkata. I am teasing,” he soothed as he folded his brawny arms on the counter and leaned against it with a lopsided smile. “I realize I have been slaughtering your name all this time. Thank you for enduring my poor–” he licked his lips, “–linguistic ability.”

Oh. Hanzo can speak to people for pleasure and not just for business?? I Am As Surprised As You Are. Also:

Uppalapati stared at his lips for a beat before he recovered with a short cough of a laugh. “You–! It is not fair to call you names you don’t understand. That is the only reason I will not name you as you deserve!” he declared, his smile returning in full force. Hanzo could not see it very well from his dark skin tone and the gathering gloom of the stormy evening, but all the same it was obvious poor Uppalapati was blushing rather fiercely.

Hanzo permitted himself a small grin as the pain in his legs subsided a little under the simple pleasure of enticing an enticing man. “I shall apply myself to my lessons, then,” he said, “so we may fairly tease each other.” Uppalapati blinked and the flush in his cheeks deepened.

FLIRTY HANZO IS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE YOU GUYS I CAN’T WAIT TO DO IT AGAIN

I actually thought of and inserted a new scene into the story notes as a direct result of this–it was too much fun to write Flirty Hanzo to not do it again for SO LONG.

Feeling that his legs were steadying underneath him and that the game had progressed as far as he could allow, Hanzo stepped back. “Shubha vēḍi, Venkata,” he called over his shoulder as he set off. “Dhanyavaadhamulu.” He heard an uncharacteristically soft answer from Uppalapati, too soft to be understood.

Just another indication of how far Hanzo and Jesse’s relationship has to go, LOL! It helps to impress Hanzo with some sort of skill–that’s a free tip, there, Jesse. Venkata’s good at what he does, and that’s attractive to Hanzo.

And Hanzo won’t forget Venkata–he’ll be mentioned a couple more times at least. Thank you for the prompt, I appreciate it!! I hope you liked it!!

[queenofmahishmati]

Meeting The Stars - PRABHAS  &  RANA

From the moment I got back home after watching Baahubali: The Beginning, I wished to meet the entire team behind the Epic because one, they were ideals in my mind for attempting something of such an impressive magnitude and coming out successful; and two, they seemed so fun to get to know after all their interviews together despite the heights of their fandom. It was indeed a dream team and my dream to meet them got a lot more stubborn after watching The Conclusion.

So last May, on a fine Friday morning, I came across a tweet about a contest regarding Baahubali the Lost Legends—the animated series of the franchise on Amazon Prime India twitter handle. It promised two sets of winners, the first three would get to meet the stars and the next ten would win certain Baahubali merchandise. My eyes zeroed in on the promise of those gifts cause I consider myself as a bit of a collector. I decided to give my best shot at it hoping to win at least one of them goody bags. I answered all the nine questions about the animated series. They promised to announce the winners that night and I almost forgot all about it until after dinner. When I did though, I rushed to see who won the goody bags and didn’t find my name so made peace with the thought that it just wasn’t meant for me. And not 5 minutes later, they announced the 3 winners who will go on to meet the Baahubali stars on top of getting the merchandise as well and my name was right on top of it—and I’m pretty sure I kept blinking owlishly at my mobile screen for 10 minutes straight. I legit couldn’t believe my luck and I thought it was a prank until everyone assured me it wasn’t. With what one would term a Cheshire grin, I danced around my place and kept shoving my mobile at everyone’s face (the ones who made the mistake of listening to me, that is). Friends who had me as their whatsapp contact were subsequent victims to my excitement as well. However, my mum and brother were an exception as they tried to tease me, mercilessly might I add, about my pintsize and how either Rana or Prabhas might have to lift me up so that I was in the same frame as them in the pictures—tried being the key word. It still had zero effect on my delight and I eagerly waited for the day that I would meet the team. (rest under the cut bc its super long)

Two months later, the day finally came. It was a Friday once again. On the morning of 21st July, I flew to Hyderabad with all my excitement swapped with a sense of restlessness. The moment was finally upon me and you can’t blame the jitters. I was all— What would they be like? What should I tell/ask them? How long was the meet and greet for? Should I write down the questions I had for them? And yada yada yada. Five minutes after touchdown at Hyderabad, Cheryl (from Amazon) called me to tell me that the talents were coming earlier than planned and I should be on my way to the hotel ASAP. The day before, she had informed me that I was going to meet Prabhas & Rana. So, instead of slowly wandering like originally planned, I rushed out of the airport and thankfully found the cab driver who was waiting to pick me up under ten minutes and we were on our way.

Now, I have a habit of striking up conversations with taxi drivers to fill in the silence (because of all the Ubers I’m used to back in UK). As soon as I get in the car, I start with something neutral like ‘Where are you from? How long have you been here? How much you like the place?’ and the talk just flows after that. It always leaves me with a gratified feeling when I step out of the vehicle and thank them genuinely before bidding goodbye. I couldn’t resist and asked the driver all these questions in the little Telugu I could manage and he started speaking about the city, its uniqueness and all the special places to visit. Once he knew I was an architect by profession, he went on to explain the construction history of the intercity elevated expressway we were passing over that moment. And by the time we reached the hotel, I was pretty much convinced that Hyderabad had one of the best infrastructures in the nation and forgot all about my earlier jitters from the flight. He informed me he’d come to pick me up the next day as well to take me back to the airport for my return flight and I happily waved him away before ambling inside the hotel lobby in search of Cheryl. Thankfully, she found me and after a quick check-in, whisked me away along with Sagar (one of the other two winners) to the place where we’d be meeting the stars. There we were joined by the third winner Abhishek and a tiny amount of waiting later (barely ten minutes tops), by the two men themselves.

Until then, I swear by all Gods, the gravity of the moment hadn’t sunk in to me. I was in a calm and happy daze till I heard their cheerful hellos in the next room. My excitement doubled, but my voice turned to that of a squeak (like my mum often says) as I lost my calm and all the restlessness from the flight returned back full force. Abhi and Sagar were in a similar state as me while the organizers took a minute to explain to the two stars about the contest and more, before I was ushered out to go meet them first (bakra feeling, anyone?). Introductions happened in a blink and all I could do now is picture myself slowly toddling into the other room like a lost little sheep blinded by the spotlights set up by the filming crew. However, I’m certain that my flummoxed look turned into a grateful smile when I saw Prabhas standing up first with his hand held out in greeting. Bless that man, my respect for him instantly soared sky high. “Hi,” I piped up meekly as I placed my hand in his and a tiny stutter later, “—I’m Sharme.” He was a darling though, just like his nickname and with a generous smile shook my hand as he replied, “Nice to meet you Sharme!”

My next stop on self-introduction train was Rana, who was standing right behind Prabhas. Now this guy is something else altogether okay, but in a good way. He is a sweetheart and undoubtedly a big goof ball, who can pull you out of your edginess with few simple words (unconsciously on his part I guess). I shuffled towards him with my hand held out and repeated the exact same thing I told his friend. Without missing a beat, he took my hand and warmly stated, “And hi, I’m Rana!” I blinked up as I thought, yeah right Captain Obvious! Despite the sarcasm, I couldn’t control my bubbling laughter and straightaway forgot all about my earlier concerns. What an effective way to break the ice as well as the barriers between celebrity and their admirers, right? Extra brownie points for Rana-man!

Also, I need to mention this here — I might have very well introduced myself as, “Hello, I’m tiny!” because I had my neck craned up high throughout the exchange. Wearing my flattest shoes was both a blessing and a curse. I didn’t fall flat on my face thankfully, but I felt dwarfed standing there between them both for a picture and although I had prepared myself to tell them many things, the first to slip out of my lips was, “Oh God! I’m so tiny next to you guys!” I even suggested that I climb the couch behind us but they laughed it off saying they’d rather sit down than let me do all of those stunts. Such fine gentlemen at their cheeky best, yep. It must be in my fate or something cause I always end up getting teased every time I meet a celebrity. (pout)

Couple of pictures later, we were joined by Abhi and Sagar as well, and thus more chatting/teasing ensued. All three of us were kind of stumped for words as our brains had probably short circuited and was still on its way to mend, so when Rana started speaking we were more than happy to tag along. The very first thing they asked us was how much we liked the movies and of course we had to gush about it and I said I watched it six times for which with a nifty smile, Prabhas was like “Why just 6 times?” — what would you answer that honestly, other than vowing to go back home and watch it over and over again?

Then they asked us about the animated series and how much we liked it. The reply was obvious — for the incredible backstory it was providing about the two princes of Mahishmati, a past we never got to see in the movies. And of course, how much we loved Bhallaladeva, which made Rana look all pleased. By this time, I was totally back in my element and I couldn’t stop myself from stating, “Oh but he kills his best friend in the very first episode!” The room dissolved into laughter while I was reassessing the distance between the couch and the door to make a quick getaway. But that guy is way too good, to a fault. He yet again surprised me by saying, “Well, that’s what makes him the cooler brother no?” I had to smile and nod at that cause damn, he’s too good with persuasion too. What I never expected was Prabhas’ voice on my other side answering his question: “I actually thought of playing Bhallaladeva too. Why stop with just two when I can play three no? But then I felt I should give chance for upcoming heroes like Rana… so we went ahead with it!” He can go toe for toe with Rana-man undoubtedly. But his partner in crime always has an answer, “You killing yourself twice would have looked weird though!” Again laughter rippled throughout as I mentally shook my head at these two dorks, no one is safe from them—I repeat, no one is safe around these two.

Then we spoke about Rana’s new show No 1 Yaari, and how Abhi wished it would come subtitled and he was promised that the team was working on it. It also brought on the topic of whether we knew Telugu and we spoke about our journeys: Sagar lived in Hyderabad so of course he was well aware, Abhi started watching Telugu movies after Baahubali and my interest began after watching Magadheera with my Uni friends. So in a way, it was all because of Rajamouli sir. We had to ask why he didn’t come along with them for which we were assured he was working on something important once again. Ah ha! But the focus on languages continued and I remembered how Manu mentioned she preferred the German dubbed version over watching it in Hindi with subtitles and I told them so. They seemed amazed that it got dubbed in German as well, especially Prabhas. And then Prabhas had to leave so they gave us all our goody bags individually (guess who got lucky enough to get from them both, ME.) Once more pictures were taken of the moment, Prabhas left with a shy wave and Rana went to shoot a small promo video for the Lost Legends with the team in the other room and we were left to talk amongst ourselves. It was then that I was more or less whining about not getting the poster signed by them both and a good-hearted gentleman from the Wizcraft team ensured that my Rise of Sivagami book was sent up to Prabhas’ room to get it signed from him. And when Rana stepped out of his shoot-mode, he was charming enough to sign the posters for us. While he wrote best wishes for the two guys with me, he wrote lots of love on mine and I was like, yep you have been spending too much time with Arya man (another south actor). But it was fun and I enjoyed every minute of it, especially when he handed it back with a “there you go sweet lady!” I had to make a conscious effort to not melt at his adorableness. With all the promotions done and another fabulous movie on his list, I hope that precious man gets his rest!!

His last parting words were, ❝ Do keep the franchise alive, will you? ❞  And we all swore in unison before parting with a wave. Little does he know we have most certainly pledged our lives to do just that!!

After another shoot of us three recapping the entire experience, we bid goodbyes to the team as well and made our way to our rooms. And I came back home the next morning. Now as I think about that day, it feels as if I lived some kind of dream and I wish I could relive it again. Heartfelt thanks to Amazon Prime Video and these two fine gentlemen for making it a beautiful memory!!

—s

ps. if you want to have a look at my crazy pictures with them or the even crazier video, ping me off anon or pm me. I don't bite :)

[avani008]

Please do the whole OTP question meme with Amarendra and Devasena ^.^

(Also requested by the fabulous Anu/ @livinthefandommlife, for questions 4, 23, and 27! But posting together because I’m lazy. Thank you both, this was fun! :D)

Who is the most affectionate?Openly? Amarendra, I think; he’s not at all shy about staring at Devasena affectionately whenever she’s around, while she’s at least a little more circumspect.

Big spoon/Little spoon?

Amarendra prefers to sleep on his back, Devasena on her side curled up next to him. Until the later stages of her pregnancy, when they switch.

Most common argument?

I’m going to go with the boring answer and say it’s a remix of the public argument they have at the baby shower: that Devasena feels Amarendra deserves better than the way he’s being treated and needs to fight for it, while Amarendra, while aware that she’s right, also realizes that rocking the boat at this stage is just going to get them into worse trouble. I know complaining about Sivagami or the customs of Mahishmati might also be expected, but I feel like Devasena usually goes out of her way not to do so unless outrageously provoked, out of consideration for Amarendra’s feelings. (Bhalla, though, is always fair game.) But overall I just don’t see them fighting very often, other than mild exasperation on Devasena’s part when Amarendra teases her; they have so much external drama to deal with that I picture them having very little interpersonal drama. 

Favorite non-sexual activity? 

There is a reason I tagged one of my early reblogs for them “just a couple of archery geeks in love” (and why “Amukha” features that archery scene)! But even otherwise, I can pretty easily picture them discussing politics, economics, or just nothing in particular. Heck, even on the short part of their wedding night we see, they’re just hanging out talking. 

(I’ve found this usually tends to be my criteria for shipping OTPs, though. If I can’t imagine them happily spending a lazy Saturday afternoon together without resorting to a sexual or saving-the-world activity, I have a hard time seeing them living happily ever after.)

Who is most likely to carry the other?

Amarendra. I mean, to be fair, he is the super-strong one! (But I mean, if you want to jump over to Mirchi and one of my favorite subversion-of-a-trope scenes for a minute, Anushka can apparently boost Prabhas up for a minute if she has to, so Devasena probably could, too.)

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Amarendra’s is easy: definitely her eyes. It’s pretty clear in her introduction - he can see she’s beautiful through the curtains of the palanquin, so that’s not it, and he sees her stab the guy and just looks amused/impressed, but it’s the passion and fire in her eyes that makes him stagger back and fall immediately in love. 

I’m not so sure about Devasena, though. His hands, maybe? (given all the handholding, more on that below.)

What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

In Amarendra’s case, it was literally like, five seconds after he laid eyes on her, so um, nothing? And as far as Devasena is concerned, that is pretty much what “Pravesaka” is meant to cover (my answer there was intended to be not that much, except she comes to grips with the fact that she’s ready to leave Kuntala and follow her stranger –but that’s not because of her feelings for him, but a long-standing desire to do more than stay in Kuntala all her life.).

Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

I had this discussion with Prajna on AO3 about what Devasena would actually call Amarendra, and all I could come up with is pretty much that she follows the tradition of not taking his name directly (see: her conversation with Kattappa at the baby shower). That said, a few minutes later, when she’s too angry to think about it, she clearly calls him “Baahubali,” so I guess that’s how she thinks of him, I guess. I could be convinced, though, to accept “veer/veeran” as a term of endearment, which is what she calls him both in Hamsa Naava (actually more in Orey Oar Ooril) and during the defense of Kuntala.

Amarendra pretty much always calls her Devasena, because I’m a sucker for the “your name is way more meaningful to me than any term of endearment” trope. Or yuvarani if he’s trying to give her a hard time. 

Who worries the most?

Amarendra, though Devasena’s more vocal about it. But Amarendra’s more likely to try and pretend everything’s fine. One thing I appreciate, though, is that he doesn’t really try to hide his feelings from Devasena, who’s probably able to read him like a book anyway – even at the baby shower, when he turns to look at her, he gives her this split-second look of sadness before trying to cheer up, and during Dandalayya, he lets her share in his grief at missing Sivagami instead of pretending he was fine. She’s pretty much the only person he doesn’t laugh off his concerns around; he even does it with Kattappa!

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

They both do!

Who tops?

When it comes to their private life, I figure the prelude to Hamsa Naava when Amarendra has no problems with Devasena walking over him, and the kiss with Amarendra pulling back a little just to get Devasena riled up are probably the most indicative scenes, and that’s all I’m saying about that. 

Who initiates kisses?

We know this from canon! (It’s Devasena.)

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Amarendra, as per canon -- and can I just point out how much I love all their hand-holding? (It’s important enough, IMO, to their relationship that when I look back at them, all my ship-focused fics all have random hand-holding scenes featured) It’s particularly noticeable when you compare them to the other romance, Shivudu/Avantika, who are supposed to be the younger, sexier, less constrained by decorum pair, but hardly ever really touch or even stand that close to each other except in Pacha Bottesi! And meanwhile, Amarendra/Devasena are falling into each other's arms, and shooting arrows all wrapped around each other, and have a significant hand-hold, all before we even hit Hamsa Naava....

Who kisses the hardest?

They…both do? (aka, I honestly have no idea.)

Who wakes up first?Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

So while writing "Pravesaka," I came up with the headcanon that Devasena wakes up at ungodly hours that make my coffee-clutching-at-9AM self shudder. There’s honestly no canon proof for this except that when the Pindari attack, literally everyone else is awake (Amarendra, Kattappa, Kumar Varma, Jayavarma), except Devasena is clearly asleep when the warning alarm rings. So probably she gets up first, while Amarendra prefers to sleep a little longer (though neither of them sleep very much.)

Who says I love you first?

....I have no idea! Is that terrible? Well, Kattappa announces that Amarendra’s in love with Devasena, if you want to count that, but in terms of either of them announcing their feelings to the other, it actually never happens? Except look at their precious faces during the archery hallway scene: they don’t have to be told, they just know. 

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

I struggled with this one, and I couldn’t figure out why until I realized it had to do with my answer to the previous question: I don’t see them actually being into actually being into stating their love for each other, and instead favoring quite little actions instead. But if we’re talking more in terms of sweet dorky gestures, I think they’d both equally do little things like that. 

Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Well, Kattappa knows like, five minutes into this relationship, so Amarendra, I guess.

What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Devasena’s family is delighted! Amarendra’s family, on the other hand....*hollow laugh*

Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

...Amarendra, maybe? (I don’t picture them dancing, really.) But Devasena is obviously the better dancer.

Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Well, “Nidhana” has established that my headcanon Devasena is a terrible, terrible cook. But in her defense, as Mahendra explains, she’s usually needed multiple places at once in the village, on top of lacking the patient temperament needed to taste and see exactly how much of a particular spice is needed or let a particular dish simmer. Plus, as a royal princess, she would hardly have needed to learn to cook, anyway; I reckon her sister-in-law might have tried to teach her how to supervise a kitchen, but that was one of the lessons Devasena skipped to practice her archery.

Amarendra’s a functional cook, who can pretty much make the sort of battlefield rations that are healthy but very simple and not at all fine cuisine. (Yes, poor Mahendra’s taste buds probably go into hibernation by the age of two as a matter of self-preservation.)

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Amarendra. Unquestionably. 

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Devasena, surprisingly, especially when she’s annoyed and feels the need for petty revenge. She’s good at it, too, an absolute master of the straight face.

Who needs more assurance?

With regards to their relationship? Neither - I can’t see either of them being jealous or doubting that the other loves them, they’re just so rock-solid secure. 

What would be their theme song?

Well, their theme tune is Devasena’s introduction : it, or a slower version, plays in all their major scenes, including the last time they see each other. Or Hamsa Naava! That’s their big love song in canon.

In terms of American songs, ummm, “King and Lionheart?” It’s such a fandom cliche, I know, but I love it, and “they should worry”[because they’re going up against us] sounds like exactly the sort of thing Devasena would think/say.

Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

Devasena, obviously. 

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Anu’s answer to this is so perfect that I’m just going to say “ditto!” and tell all of you to go read her answers for the meme because they are all amazing.

one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

Amarendra was far more worried about Devasena’s labor than he let on. A childhood spent with Bijjaladeva had hardly let him forget that he killed his own mother in childbirth, and for all Devasena irritably reminded him that more women than not did perfectly well, there were always the stories of the mothers who died, and the children, too. He had lost his throne, his home, his mother, all without complaints; but this loss he wouldn’t be able to bear. Please, he prayed, let her live. Take me instead, if you must have a life.

(When the news came that Kattappa had been captured, his first reaction was guilty relief for the distraction.)

one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

After the midwives have gone and Devasena’s ladies-in-waiting dismissed from their vigil, after baby Mahendra has been carefully laid into his cradle and Devasena finally succumbs to her exhaustion, Amarendra watches them both with a sense of faint surprise. He’d had a family before, but had always had known that he was an outsider in their midst, that all of them had closer ties to each other than they did to him. But now, for the first time: 

“Mine,” he whispers, and doesn’t have to wonder if he belongs. 

(THAT IS TOTALLY WHAT HAPPENED, HUSH.)

[ashafriesen]

The Year That Lead Me To My First Full Marathon

  The Year That Lead Me To My First Full Marathon

You never know what you are capable of until you have tried it.

I just ran my first full marathon and this post is dedicated to that. Hopefully, if you are planning to run one or have just finished one, you will relate or find solace in my story.

Every story has a preface and mine started something like this. My husband at a friend’s party decided to enrol both of us for a half marathon as most of our friends were doing the same. As random as that.  It must have been all the alcohol in the system that made me say yes, because I see no reason why a person who had just run 6kms dream run before that and that too mostly walked would agree to do a 21kms run on a whim.

After the party, when senses came back I was psyched because, 21kms seemed like an enormous length to be run. Nevertheless, I religiously prepared for it along with my friends and finished my first 21kms a few months later at 2 hours 30 minutes and was on the top of the world.

This was 2014 and ever since then, I have run various half marathons and 10 kms run but somewhere in the back of my mind I always wanted to try running a full marathon. However, while running a half, my brain would tell me running the same distance again is an insane idea. Today after completing a full, I don’t know if the brain was right or am I actually insane. The fact remains that I have done it and yea, it’s a tick on my list.

So what got me to even register? I have been running the Mumbai Marathon for many years and this year I didn’t which was ok but then closer to the run I got FOMO and while the world ran around Mumbai Marine drive, I ran a 30 kms in my building, which I had never attempted before. Now I was missing the high which I get after a race, so what was the next best option? I decided to do a longer run which I can do slowly and someone suggested me a 35 kms run at Tata Ultra which happens in Feb. Mind you, I didn’t realise then that this was called an Ultra because the trail is really tough and apart from the 30 kms that I ran in the building that day, I hadn’t really been training. 

So I registered, did some bit of practice with just 4-5 weeks to go and went for the run. Somehow completed(was dehydrated as in the hills sun can be killing), much later than the cut off but honestly I just wanted my body to know what it can feel at a 35 kms. In another whim, registered for Satara which was a good 6 months away and just a 21 kms.

Already a 21 kms hill was sounding easy. But I forgot all about it as I took a few months from running due to some family issues. To cut it short when I finally woke up, it was already August-mid and Satara hill run was on 25th August. It was a wise decision not to go, but then what are crazy friends for? Meenakshi, my running buddy was aghast. How could I miss Satara, did I even know how difficult it is to register for it? Arre, but what about how difficult it is to run a 21 kms hill with no practice. Anyway, she didn’t take no for an answer, and I must be crazy enough to listen to her. So that week, I requested Nisha(another awesome  running buddy) to make me do hill practice. We did 8 kms on Monday, 11 kms on Wednesday, 16 kms on Friday and I went and ran the Satara Hill Marathon. The timing  was my all time low but it didn’t matter. I had decided to just enjoy the run. 

It didn’t matter but alas, now I was aching to run more and that’s when my other crazy buddy, Gautam(comrades runner), pushed the idea of running a first full marathon at Adani Ahmedabad. He convinced me with arguments like, this is the best track possible(flat and scenic) and many of my other half marathoner friends are doing their first full marathon there. I got tempted and said yes. Why? Must be the endorphins, again.

My training began in September and I started straight from a 28 kms long run. My body, didn’t know what was happening, but in a few weeks, it got the rhythm. Training in NCPA is no joke with the Peddar road slopes and the Marine drive humidity. I was reaching mileages body had never seen before. It was screeching stop but the mind kept pushing on. I was at my lowest speed ever, arches were burning, ankles were hurting, IT band was inflamed and tender. You get the picture!

Finally, the D-day arrived and somehow, I was more excited than worried. All I cared about was finishing happy and how happy I will be once I finish. In my mind, with every passing km, I was doing a mental countdown. To my surprise I was running  better and more comfortably than I had done in my practice runs. All that training had helped. I joined the 5.15 bus and we were a bunch of first-timers who were chatting and running. It was a scenic route with river banks on the side and trees to shade you. All was going well until at the 28th km, I suddenly had an IT band pull on my right leg and soon on the left side too. I told the pacer to go ahead as I couldn’t keep up. I met Prabha(my running partner), told her about my injury so that she was aware that I might reach later than expected. We were a gang of 12 people running from our group that day. 

It was fate that a runner spotted my discomfort and asked me why I had slowed down. I told him about my IT band and just like that he gave me a paracetamol and asked me to go slow as I still had 14 more kms to go. I took his advice and also remembered the strategy of my friend Joyee(she just did NYC marathon), where she ran 9 minutes and walked 1 minute for a large part of her race. From then on, I ran every km and then walked 100 mtrs, and with every passing km, I would feel elated at the thought of how close I was to finishing my dream. This and the medicine helped me keep my pain under control. Sun was out now but my spirits were high and soon, I saw the finishing line and did a 100 mtrs dash.

I completed my first full in 5 hours 39 minutes. Not the best, but much better than what I had expected given the circumstances. 

And just like that, I had accomplished my dream. I was a full marathoner.

As they say,

for those who dare to dream there is a whole world to conquer.

Signing off, until my next adventure.

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[ririsasy]

I was curious, have you heard what's happening with the filming of Salaar Part 2? Last I remember, Prabhas was supposed to start filming it this month. But now there are rumors that it's been postponed indefinitely because of his schedule with other movies.

Me thinking about the fate of Salaar like :

Honestly I really don’t know 😭😭 I don’t think it’s entirely because of Prabhas’ schedule but all three of them Prithvi, Prashanth, and of course Prabhas they are busy as hell, Salaar 1 almost being made without Prithvi because he was stuck filming The Goat life and almost couldn’t match his schedule with them but for some reason they pushed through and we have salaar got released in fairly on schedule time.

At first it was supposed to be only 1 movies but after they heard the narration of the story from Prashanth both Prithvi and Prabhas thought it would be better if Salaar split into 2 parts so the could flash out the story more then enter another problem that Salaar is too R rated so they basically have to accept that rating or cut some part and Prabhas said he rather keep all the scenes so they have to accept the R rating, I think they lost the “family” time movies with this final editing and kinda suffer at the box office a bit and perhaps it didn’t lend the number or the hype they were hoping.

Salaar is a success but I think not successful enough 😭 and might be part of the reason why the next project kinda suffer for this kind of uncertainty.

During Prithviraj press tour for The Goat life when he was asked about Salaar he himself said that they would immediately start shooting as soon as their schedule aligned and it might sooner than what we all fans think and he said it around April 😭😭 bruh now it’s already August. So clearly they already have conversation together and excited to return.

But not Prithvi is busy shooting his third directorial movie and finishing all the empuram shoot basically, Prashanth start shooting with NTR wtf and Prabhas has like at least 10 line up of movies to shoot or to promote wtf like chill out what about SALAAR 2 Guyssss

😭😭😭😭

I really don’t know the fate of Salaar 2 at this point the fact that they barely have any press tour for the first movie also contributes to this movie not reaching many audiences in the first place. But Salaar is like dream project for Prashant he loves it so much and Prithvi also has a soft spot for Varadha character, he used to talk about it in his twitter 😭 baby I don’t have answer to you, what left for us now is just to pray that they will not shelved this second movie forever.

PLEASE JOIN ME EVERYONE IN THIS PRAYING CIRCLE SO SALAAR 2 will definitely be made sooner or later, aameen.

[tellytantra]

(adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); Naina is studying. Sameer brings tea for her and rests her feet on the small sofa. He also keeps hot water bottle around her tummy and kisses her on her cheeks. Voiceover – Naina:The 4 days that I dreaded back in my house seemed like a blessing here. Sameer showered me with so much love in those 4 days which I couldn’t explain! Wish those would days never end but then my periods and our exams got over finally. The last day of the year also came – December 31, 1994. The kitchen is overflowing with dirty utensils. Sameer and Naina are studying vigorously. He tries to romance with her but she makes him focus on studies. The house is in a mess. Everyone has gathered at Naina’s place. They talk excitedly about the celebrations after exams. Naina finds Preeti lost. Preeti begins to say something but Naina assures her she will pass. Kamya leaves to sell her book to scrap dealer. Sameer tells her to take his books too. Naina teases him that he might need them again after exams. Landline rings. It is Mama ji. He shares that Mami ji has left for Lucknow. Even I am going. She reminds him of their dinner plan tomorrow night. Mama ji suggests coming over tonight itself. Naina says it loud. He asks her if there is some problem. She denies. He tells her that they will come tonight itself then. Naina worries how everything will be ready in 2 hours. Preeti assures her they will help her. Naina sends Sameer to bring snacks. Voiceover – Naina:I used to start studying in summers for the exams due in winter. How could I arrange everything so quickly? You will find out soon. Naina, Preeti and Kamya start tidying the house. They literally stock up the clothes and a bowl of food just as it is kept on the bed. They also clean the kitchen together. They stock up the utensils outside and find a whole load of utensils lying outside already. Naina covers them with a cloth. We have many utensils. Kanji will come in 2 days. We will manage till then. Sameer told me that my hands aren’t meant to clean utensils. They smile. Kamya leaves. Preeti and Naina go back inside. Naina decides the menu. She tells Preeti to set the crockery on table. Preeti gets on her task. Preeti drops a glass while keeping them on the table. Bela serves water to Anand as he comes home He asks about Preeti and is told that she is at Naina’s place. He notices her swollen eyes. Did anyone say anything? Tai ji says you know everything yet you are asking this again. Tau ji says you played a smart move. You knew you cannot win me mentally so you played this move. You forgot that I am a lawyer and see such things every day in court. He returns Bela’s jewellery to Anand. Bela cries that they said mean things to us in front of everyone. Tau ji and Tai ji keep taunting them for getting them insulted in front of everyone. Fold hands and apologize if you cannot pay us. I will think it to be some donation. Don’t stoop so low! Anand tells him to stop. I haven’t done it and I cannot even do it ever. I promise I will return you the money on due date. Tai ji asks him what if he fails. Anand replies that he will ask for that necklace from Naina himself then. Preeti says sorry to Naina who tells her it wasn’t intentional. Don’t say so. It is 6:30 PM. She tells Preeti to go home. I will clean up. They share a hug. Naina picks the glass pieces. Bela asks her husband if he will ask Naina to return that necklace. He refuses. I had to say that to quieten my brother or he would have continued his drama. She wonders what Bhaisahab will do when he wont get money. Anand replies that he will get the money as promised. Sameer calls them. He notices Anand a little tensed but Anand does not say anything. Sameer invites them over on dinner. Bela signals Anand to say no but Sameer refuses to hear anything. It will be a good surprise for Naina. Anand gives in. Naina and Anand welcome Sameer’s family. Naina says it would have been better if Mami ji was also here. Mama ji replies that they will come again. Naina is pleasantly surprised to see Anand and Bela. Sameer asks Mrs. Maheshwari if she liked the surprise. Naina hugs her family members. Mama ji looks a bit unhappy but does not show it. He asks Sameer about them. Sameer shares that it is time of equality. Both the families should visit together. Everyone takes a seat. Sameer asks Naina if she isn’t happy. She shakes her head. I just hope I don’t make any mistake in front of Chacha ji and Chachi ji. He assures her he wont ask for anything in front of Chacha ji and Chachi ji. She goes to bring lemon juice for everyone. Anand tells Bela to smile for everyone’s sake. Mama ji compliments Sameer that naina has kept the house clean. Sameer smiles. I had told her on Day 1 to do so. We enjoy together but also keep everything nice and tidy. Our friends are coming over around 10-10:30 and we will watch the match together. Mama ji sarcastically tells him that they are free bird. No one will stop you. He notices different kind of glasses in everyone’s hand. He asks Naina if he is some special or not-so-welcome kind of guest in her house recently. Everyone got lemon juice in the same glass. Why did I get a different one? Naina shares that one glass broke. Sameer tells her she could have used the new set. Bela offers her glass to Mama ji. Everything is fine at our house. He tells her it does not work in their house. It angers Sameer. He asks Sameer if he remembers how their maid once broke the plate by mistake. He tells the incident to Naina’s family. 5 plates were same but 1 was different. He created a ruckus once Prabha returned. The maid of the house should know the standard of the house but your wife must not! Voiceover – Sameer:I was glaring at Naina for one glass that day. I was a fool to be so angry with her that day! Naina stands there in fear holding her glass tightly. Sameer looks angrily in her direction. Precap: Family members step outside and find the dirty utensils there. Sameer and Naina argue on the stairs. Update Credit to: Pooja

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Amarendra Baahubali doesn't have the best moustache. The right end is curled up while the left is lost in stubble, and it could use some proper twirling. Under these casually unkempt whiskers we see a substantially low-slung cummerbund, tied - loosely - around a man with a mostly unhurried gait. This is a ruler born into dominance, one who wears power lightly and effortlessly, and doesn't have anything to prove.

This could be said of the director S S Rajamouli as well, who created cinematic history with the first Baahubali a couple of years ago. Titled The Beginning, it was a sword-and-sandals epic mounted on a scale Indian cinema had never seen. It gave us not mere heroes and villains but its own mythology, telling us the story of a lost princeling returning to claim his rightful throne. This film - The Conclusion - tells us why he was lost in the first place, while elaborating on a dramatic revelation the first film ended with.

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  This is the rare sequel that is better than the first. Rajamouli's original Baahubali was engaging and effective but significantly overstuffed, with waterfalls and a weird romantic track and far too many songs for the genre, while this film is a lot more assured about both narrative and tone. The story proceeds briskly and intriguingly, and Rajamouli has a gift for swerving away from what appears obvious

As does his leading man, Prabhas. This is a giant film, an unsubtle blockbuster with a Haatim Tai aesthetic and the soul of a shrieky libretto, but Prabhas plays Baahubali Senior with a gentle ease. This leading man doesn't make faces or allow his nostrils to flaunt his anger, and his dry intensity serves the film superbly. He is a hero to celebrate, and while his moustache might droop - for he is too cool to be vain - his shoulders never do. In this tale of kartavya and parkourtavya, he finds little flourishes, like the way he watches blind justice being carried out while he looks mildly judgmental about the whole thing, or the way he perches atop a throne in the opening scenes, dancing onto it and stretching as he lands, as if posing for a calendar. What a graceful man.

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He doesn't get much time for throne-posing, however. Conspiracies are afoot, and - like at a ceremony preceded by Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway - Baahubali finds the announcement for his coronation altered, with crowds dumbstruck as the throne goes to his stepbrother Bhallala Deva, played by the majestic (and jacked) Rana Daggubati. Baahubali and Bhallala might be rivals for the kingdom, but the film's decision making lies with the two dominant women in Baahubali's world, the queen mother Sivagami (Ramya Krishnan) and his princess bride, Devasena (Anushka Shetty).

The film starts off lightly, with Baahubali and his man-at-arms Katappa - played by Sathyaraj, who bestows the likeable character with overwhelming warmth - in comic mode as they approach the warrior princess Devasena pretending to be simpletons. Things stay calm till there is an attack, and - in my favourite action moment - the cool and collected hero leaps into the air and shoots off three arrows in one go, a money-shot if ever there was one.

Things get louder as they go on - with an army of flaming cows, believe you me - but Rajamouli never loosens his grip on the narrative. This film stays tight despite a 171 minute running time, with well-written characters and motivations. The problem, however, is that with nearly four-fifths of the new film playing out as a flashback, it leaves very little time to satisfactorily tie things up once we return to the present. The climax is appropriately massive and barrels ahead ballistically, set around a giant statue Mayawati would endorse, but it needed elbow room. The people's revolution is reduced to a few yells; Avanthika, the warrior princess of the first film, is left entirely without lines this time around. Bhallal Deva simply doesn't have enough time to appear truly threatening, despite his vicious performance and sabre-toothed breastplate.  

Part of this complaint may, perhaps, be merely me clamouring for more of Rajamouli's storytelling, and not wanting the saga to end just yet. He is an accomplished filmmaker with a strong understanding of epic grammar, and - for all his overt iconography and big setpieces - his smaller touches are what stay with me. There is much to appreciate in the intricacy of the insignia painted on the characters' foreheads, the detailed scale models Baahubali makes of his projects before constructing them, and lines like one about bestowing a bride with so many jewels that she'd need a year before she could repeat them.

Even the mythical land of Mahishmati is shown, in all its infallibility, as rigid. Rigid enough to break the masts of its own ships as they enter. Good thing their champion is secure enough to bow when he must.

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13 Major Yoga Mantras to Memorize

Ever bumble your means with incantations in class? Here's your chance to find out the words-- and also choose up a brand-new technique. These Sanskrit and also Gurmukhi rules are standards you'll likely experience once again and also again.

Reading concepts in Sanskrit, the old language of India, could definitely be intimidating. (Exactly how precisely do you pronounce śāntiḥ once more?) Gurmukhi, a spiritual manuscript made use of in Kundalini Yoga exercise, is much more simple compared to Sanskrit yet could additionally seem like a mouthful, in the beginning. Fortunately: you don't need to memorize a sonnet-length concept to attain favorable results. Even single-word concepts-- like Om—can be pretty powerful.

Think of a concept as a psychological tool that fine-tunes your yoga practice. "Including mantras into method could assist making it spiritual and take it out of the world of the physical as well as right into a greater state of understanding," states Zoë Slatoff-Ponté, writer of Yogavataranam: The Translation of Yoga.

Cultivating a sonic existence could be liberating in a way, as you experience the numinous nature of the sound. It is claimed that each chakra has a specific vibration and also certain mantras can resonate and balance that energy. "A rule is a far more complicated concept compared to a mere chant," adds Risha Lee, manager of Events at the Rubin Museum of Art in New york city City. "It joins audio, body, and mind in a deeply philosophical experience."

While stating a rule prior to or after you tip on the floor covering could improve your practice, you do not need to be in yoga mode to shout. Concepts are a yoga tool you could make use of to soothe your mind anywhere, anytime. Feeling anxious, lonely, anxious, delighted? Choose a word, expression, or conjuration and shout it in a means that benefits you: loudly, lightly, or even inside. To reap one of the most advantages, much shorter mantras ought to be chanted 108 times (mala beads could assist with that) and longer rules could be restarted approximately 3 times. All the same, assign a couple of minutes to focus your focus on the sound.

"The pronunciation of mantras is extremely important," Slatoff-Ponté claims. "Preferably, one discovers the proper pronunciation from a teacher, who can likewise suggest a specific mantra for you."

If you don't have an instructor to inform you exactly what you need, you'll certainly discover it this list of 12 necessary concepts-- whatever your mood might be.

13 Vital Yoga exercise Rules + Chants

The mantra: Om

Pronunciation: A-U-M

Listen to Yoga Journal founder Rama Jyoti Vernon show Om.

Why chant it:

Om is said to be the first sound listened to at the production of the world. When each syllable is pronounced totally, you ought to really feel the energy of the sound training from your pelvic flooring completely up with the crown of your head. The droning sound of the Om is claimed to unblock the throat chakra, which can cause more hip to communication with others.

The mantra: Shanti Mantra, an incantation for peace

Pronunciation: sarvesham svastir bhavatu|sarvesham shantir bhavatu|sarvesham purnam bhavatu|sarvesham mangalam bhavatu||

Translation:

May there be health for all, May there be peace for all. May there be integrity for all, May there be happiness for all. Translation by Zoë Slatoff-Ponté

And the shorter version:

The mantra:Om śāntiḥ śāntiḥ śāntiḥ Pronunciation: A-U-M Shanti Shanti Shanti Translation: Om Peace Peace Peace

Why chant it:

Because we might all utilize more peace in our lives.

The mantra: Gayatri Mantra

Pronunciation: Om bhur bhuvah svah|tat savitur varenyam|bhargo devasya dhimahi|dhiyo yo nah prachodayat||

Translation:

Earth, Heaven, the Whole Between.

The superb magnificent power of the Sun.

May we consider the gleam of that god,

May this inspire our understanding. Translation by Zoë Slatoff-Ponté

Why chant it:

This is one of the oldest Sanskrit mantras. It speaks with the unity of all development, despite its several forms. Shouting it invokes the light of the sun and assists us to exceed suffering.

The mantra: Invocation to Ganesha

Pronunciation: Om gam ganapataye namah|vakra-tunda maha-kaya surya-koti-sama-prabha|nirvighnam kuru me deva sarva-karyeshu sarva-da||

Translation:

Salutations to Ganesha.* O Ganesha, god with a rounded trunk, of fantastic stature, Whose luster amounts to ten million suns. Grant me freedom from obstacles, In all things, at all times. Translation by Zoë Slatoff-Ponté

*The first line is a bija, or seed rule, that could be shouted separately.

Why chant it:

Ganesha is the god of knowledge as well as success, the remover of barriers. It is constantly a good suggestion to start any sort of brand-new undertaking by conjuring up him.

The mantra: Invocation to Patanjali, writer of the Yoga exercise Sutra

Pronunciation: yogena chittasya padena vacham malam sharirasya cha vaidyakena|yo 'pakarottam pravaram muninam patanjalim pranjalir anato 'smi||

Translation:

With palms folded together, I bow professionally to Patanjali, the very best of sages, Who dispels the impurities of the mind with Yoga exercise, Of speech through Grammar, and of the body by means of Medicine. Translation by Zoë Slatoff-Ponté

Why chant it:

This chant invoking Patanjali, among the forefathers of the yoga custom, is frequently chanted at the beginning of Iyengar Yoga classes or as an introduction to shouting the Yoga exercise Sutra. Try it at the start of your method as a way to honor the ancient tradition and also to provide many thanks to the family tree of instructors. This chant additionally advises us that yoga is meant to purify the mind, while Ayurvedic medicine can heal the body, which our speech (and our breath) is fundamental.

The mantra: Mangala Mantra

Pronunciation: svasti prajabhyah paripalayantam nyayena margena mahim mahishah|gobrahmanebhyah shubham astu nityam lokah samastah sukhino bhavantu||

Translation:

May the leaders of the earth shield the health of individuals, With justice, through the ideal path. May there constantly excel lot of money for all living beings. May all the residents of the globe contain happiness. * Translation by Zoë Slatoff-Ponté

*The last line is a bija, or seed mantra, that can be shouted separately.

Why chant it:

It represents auspiciousness as well as good luck for all. If you usually devote your method or reflection to somebody, this one's for you.

The concept: A chant from the Upanishads, a collection of ancient Indian philosophical as well as religious texts

Pronunciation: Om saha nav avatu|saha nau bhunaktu|saha viryam karavavahai|tejasvi navadhitam astu ma vidvishavahai|| Om shanti shanti||

Translation:

May we together be protected, May we together be nourished. May we collaborate with vitality, May our study be illuminating. May we be free from discord. Om Peace, Peace, Peace! Translation by Zoë Slatoff-Ponté

Why chant it:

This concept is typically stated at the start of a joint research or endeavor, making it a good option for anything from anchoring a yoga exercise method to accepting a brand-new chance, be it a task or a relationship.

The rule: An incantation from the Brihadaranyaka Upanishad, one of the oldest Sanskrit texts

Pronunciation: asato ma depressing gamaya|tamaso ma jyotir gamaya|mrityor ma amritam gamaya||

Translation:

From the unbelievable to the Real, lead me. From darkness to Light, lead me. From death to Eternal life, lead me. Translation by Zoë Slatoff-Ponté

Why chant it:

It represents peace and also liberty. As we all recognize, flexibility could indicate various points to different individuals but understanding it, also by the edges, can provide you a feeling of unbelievable levity.

The concept: The opening invocation of the Isha Upanishad, a Sanskrit text that explores the understanding of the Self

Pronunciation: purnam adah purnam idam purnat purnam udachyate|purnasya purnam adaya purnam evavashishyate||

Translation:

That is Whole. This is Whole. The Whole develops from the Whole. Having taken the Whole from the entire, Only the Whole remains. Translation by Zoë Slatoff-Ponté

Why chant it:

This passage expresses the fundamental concept that the One and the Many coincide, the noticeable and the unnoticeable, the microcosm and the macrocosm are both the entire. Put simply-- we are one. When you really feel alone or misconstrued, this mantra could assist you refocus your thoughts.

The mantra: Sat Nam

Pronunciation: Saaaaaaaat *|Nam||

*Sat is extended 8 times longer compared to Nam. If you actually want the concept to emit from the base of your back to the facility of your head, make the Sat 35 times longer than the Nam.

Translation:

Truth is my name.

Why chant it:

Used in the Kundalini Yoga exercise technique, Sat Nam could be a way to find your instinct. The Gurmukhi mantra is also component of the Sat Kriya meditation that is stated to rejuvenate sexual energy if exercised daily for at the very least 3 minutes.

The rule: Adi Concept (Ong Namo Guru Dav Namo) (from Gurmukhi)

Pronunciation: Oong namo|Gurudav namo||

Translation:

I bow to the imaginative energy of the infinite. I acquiesce the Divine network of wisdom.

Why chant it:

This Gurmukhi mantra opens the communication channel between the pupil as well as the Divine teacher. We prefer to think that it also opens us to new ventures and also gives the toughness to attempt something new.

The rule: Siri Gaitri Mantra

Pronunciation: Ra Ma Da Sa Say So Hung

Translation:

Sun, Moon, Earth, Infinity, All that remains in infinity, I am Thee.

Why chant it:

Used as a restorative reflection to send out healing power to our own selves as well as others. In Kundalini Yoga, the lead to for this meditation is as important as the sound. Sit pleasantly with arm joints bent as well as tucked in strongly together with the ribcage, expanded lower arms out perpendicularly with hands encountering up.

The mantra: Neti-Neti

Pronunciation: Neti neti

Translation:

Not this, not this.

Why chant it:

The phrase is a way to rebut something-- be it harsh words or a situation in your life you would love to change.

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