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LOTR/Baahubali parallels because I feel insane

RETURN OF THE KING! But it’s even more than that: Sivudu (Mahendra) and Estel (Aragorn) both grow up without knowing their true identity and learn it later, and they also both visit their kingdom in disguise

Defending Mahishmati from the Kalakeyas and Minas Tirith from Sauron’s armies

Giant statues, although in different contexts—the Argonath don’t have the bad vibes of Bhallaladeva’s statue

Giant waterfalls: the falls of Pranahita and the falls of Rauros

Swan ships!!! But seriously, what were the odds of this motif?

AMAZING, LIFE-CHANGING SOUNDTRACKS!!! Also in the LOTR books there are a lot of songs, so you could totally make a Tollywood LOTR adaptation, just saying…

BETRAYAL: Kattappa and, at first I thought Sméagol, but perhaps Boromir fits this parallel even better because of his ultimately noble intentions and regret, just like Kattappa I’M NOT CRYING YOU’RE CRYING

The death by fire of a corrupt ruler: Denethor and Bhallaladeva

Bhallaladeva is also obviously Sauron though! HATE HIM

But I also think there are some interesting Denethor and Sivagami parallels!!! Both are regents, and she doesn’t see how evil Bhallaladeva is, sort of like how Denethor is deceived by the enemy

OH NO. THAT MAKES AMARENDRA FARAMIR. I’M SCREAMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Both Denethor and Sivagami feel in some way betrayed by their child and want Faramir and Amarendra to serve them, not a higher ideal, and both men have (or are given) a pivotal choice: for Faramir, it’s the choice between bringing the Ring to Denethor or letting it go; for Amarendra, it’s the choice between the crown and Devasena (and obviously he chooses her because they INVENTED ROMANCE)

ALSO in a more thematic sense, Faramir was choosing between power and the right thing, and Amarendra was choosing between power and love! I just! YES!

Devasena and Eowyn: THIS PARALLEL WORKS TOO, Amarendra and Faramir both meet powerful warrior women from a neighboring land and fall in love instantly

Someone make a gif set of this PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU!

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Saahoo Re Bãhubali!!!!  - Pratik Ghosh 

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Lean on Me (I Know This Feeling)

Ok, this one is not making up for all the fluff but I wrote it and it is complete so I am inflicting you with it. I will warn this one is very angst, so prepare for that. I wanted a story of Bheem going through something and Ram needing to comfort him. Was not actually intending for it to get as dark as it did. But it does end a little sweetly, so don’t be completely scared away!

Trigger warnings: Discussions of grief, Referenced Suicide Attempt, Death of an original character screen, Self-loathing

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Ram was quiet as he made his way through the trees, the oil lamp in his hand barely giving enough light to illuminate five feet in front of him. So he was letting his feet guide him on this path they had walked many times by now, and luckily they led him right to his prize.

Bheem was sitting with his back to him, pants rolled up so he could dip his legs in the lake. The small ripples near him likely meant he was kicking his feet in the water. He had both arms braced by his sides, hunched out so his shoulders were by his ears. But he was still attuned to the forest in a way Ram could never hope to be.

“Brave of you to make your way out here by yourself in the middle of the night.”

“Hmm. I had a good teacher. And I didn’t let myself doubt my feet” Ram said as he stepped out of the foliage to come sit besides Bheem. He placed the lamp on Bheem’s other side, on a flat rock and sat down, his back to the lake as he sat perpendicular to the man. “You didn’t even try to come to bed.”

Bheem shrugged. “Not much point in trying to sleep when you know it won’t come.”

“Bit hypocritical don’t you think?”

“Ram don’t-” Bheem growled faintly.

But Ram was not one to back down, least of all from fights with Bheem. “How much longer are you going to be moping around here then?”

A nearby owl hooted in alarm as Bheem violently punched the water, spraying them both with ice cold water. “I. am not. Moping!”

Bheem looked at Ram, the light casting his face in shadow, but unable to hide how much hatred was shining in Bheem’s eyes. Unfortunately it was not hatred towards Ram. That he knew how to take. No, this was self-loathing. Ram would know, he had seen it every day in the mirror for nearly four years.

Ram sighed. “Of course not. You are grieving. And you have every right to grieve, but not at the cost of your main duty Bheem.”

“You don’t-” Bheem cut himself off, jaw clenching as he ground his teeth, fists curling besides him.

Ram tapped the closest fist. “I don’t what? Understand what it is like to lose a soldier to battle? What it is like to grieve for a friend? What failure tastes like?”

Bheem stayed quiet.

“You’re not wrong. After what happened to my parents, I shut down every emotion I had except anger. I let that grow into this inferno, and it caused so many people to get hurt. But Bheem, that is precisely why you need to hear my words. Because my heart became of burnt husk when I was just a child, and you taught me that under that husk it was still beating. You? Your heart? It is so important to so many,” Ram hesitated, voice dropping from insistent to pleading, “and to none more than me. Bangaram, please look at me.”

Bheem glanced at him sideways. Ram gave him a sad smile. “I will not stand by quietly as you somehow take the responsibility of Mahesh’s death onto your shoulders. As much as I want to give India her freedom, I learned early on that sacrifices on our side will be the terrible cost we have to pay. It is not fair that he died, but he did it to give us time to get away. And he died taking ten white demons with him Bheem. Celebrate his memory, and use whatever pain you have in your heart as fuel for the next battle. But don’t lose yourself to the grief.”

Having said his part, Ram sat back and waited.

Bheem kept staring at the water like it had the answer that was eluding him. After what seemed an eternity, he spoke. “I had a best friend growing up. His name was Sivudu, and he was a master prankster. He used to drive the elders crazy with his antics, but he made sure I never lost myself in the serious responsibilities of being the Gond protector. He was also a fantastic hunter, fastest reflexes I’ve ever seen in the field.

One day, we had received reports of a wolf having entered the forest, and the elders said I could lead the mission. I had led a few up to that point, but always with a few of the elder hunters. That mission was the first I would lead my peers in.

The plan I came up with was a little risky, but it would ensure a quicker end to the hunt. The others were a little worried, but Sivudu sweet-talked them into going with my plan rather than our usual routine. And my plan worked. We caught the wolf, the trap held. But I got cocky off my own success. I didn’t see the rope to the net fraying, or how the wolf was not fully drugged out yet. I didn’t see one of the ropes snap, but I did hear the wolf getting enough leeway to try and bite my throat off.

Sivu, he yelled my name and pushed me out of the way. I can still remember feeling the spray of his blood on my face. I also remember the face of his mother when I brought his body to her.” Bheem choked on his words, memories clouding his face as he hunched in further. Ram hesitated about touching him before settling for a grounding touch to the shoulder. Bheem took a shuddering breath and continued.  

“She cried and she screamed but she never blamed me. And I wanted her to. I wanted the villagers to yell at me, not comfort me. Sivudu was dead because of me! But they just kept repeating that it is impossible to predict how animals will behave. How I had done my best. I almost didn’t want to go on another hunt after that.”

Ram was quiet for a long while after Bheem finished talking. The only sound was the forest at night, the never ending din of the waterfall.

“I almost blew my brains out after I handed you over to the British that night.”

Bheem whipped his head to Ram, face a mask of perfect horror.

Ram looked at him with his usual blank face. ���Why so horrified Bheema? I had just handed over the closest friend I had ever had for some weapons. A man who had come to rescue a little girl they stole from her family for their amusement, like she was some circus monkey. Four years in uniform, fifteen years of the most honorable mission my father had entrusted to me, and the end result was an innocent man, a good man who would undoubtedly be killed? Made an example of for trying to stand up against the British? And I was the one who arrested him? I couldn’t stand to live with myself.

The only reason I didn’t actually carry through with it, ironically enough, was you. You who used to call me Anna so affectionately. You who taught me to smile again, to live and breathe and feel something other than fury coursing through my blood. You who let me look at myself in the mirror for the first time without feeling so ashamed.

I knew I had to rescue you, but I also knew the British would punish you. All those plans leading up to the ultimate goal started to fall apart, and I didn’t care. I just knew I had to make this right. That you were too important to me. I had to fight.

Of course it took you singing that magnificent song, rousing that crowd for me to realize just who I was messing with. And you know, I was ashamed at what I did to you. But more than that I was so proud of you. And so grateful I had ever been called a friend by you.”

“Ram…I didn’t-”

“I’m not telling you this out of pity or to scare you. I am saying that as far as self-loathing goes? It is a path I am very well-versed in. So listen to me. Both Mahesh and Sivudu made their choices. Mahesh did not need to fall back to provide a distraction.  Sivudu did not need to push you out of the way. My father did not need to strap bombs to his chest and step out to face the British, but they did. They all made their choices. And they are not here, but we are. So we have to honor those choices, and live the lives they have gifted us in the way that will best honor them.” Ram said, eyes steely with determination.

Bheem was still looking lost, but he reached forward to grab Ram’s hand, cupping it in both his.

“I don’t- What kind of leader allows his men to lose their lives for him?”

Ram softened as he shifted, coming to kneel in front of Bheem. “The kind who is beloved by his people.”

Ram pressed a soft kiss to Bheem’s forehead. “It is cold, and late, Bheema, can we finish this conversation in our bed?”

Bheem nodded his head, eyes still moist with unshed tears.

Ram grabbed the oil lamp, the flame already running low, and led them back to their hut, one hand securely threaded with Bheem’s.

Ram made Bheem dry himself as he poured more oil into the lamp, bringing it to the side of the bed. Picking the blanket up, he wrapped it entirely around Bheem, shushing his weak protest. Then, he climbed over Bheem, settling with his back to the wall, and opened his arms. Waited.

Bheem swallowed, and crawled forward. He looped one arm around Ram’s waist before settling on top of Ram’s chest, Ram’s legs bracketing him in. Ram tightening his arms around Bheem, one hand weaving into his curls and cupping the back of his skull as the other drew lazy patterns on Bheem’s back.

“I don’t know when you will get over the grief Bheema, or the best way to grieve. But I do know that however long you take, I will be right here by your side for as long as you will have me. You just need to lean on me.”

Bheem sniffled, slowly starting to cry, until soon he was shaking in Ram’s arms, breath mixing with his sobs as he tried to muffle himself against Ram’s collarbone.

Ram held him through it as promise, alternating between squeezing Bheem’s body with his knees, and stroking his back, whispering sweet comforts into his ear the whole time as he encouraged him to cry.

After a while, Bheem’s sobs petered down to soundless sniffles, so Ram started humming all the songs he could remember, gently rocking them both.

Bit by bit, Bheem sank into Ram, until eventually he was asleep against his heart. Ram pressed another kiss to the top of Bheem’s head and adjusted him before laying his cheek on top of Bheem’s curls and closing his own eyes.

He kept stroking Bheem till he fell asleep too.

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Nalona Sivudu Galadu Song Lyrics | Telugu Devotional Song - Dsk Lyrics

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నాలోన గల శివుడు… నీలోన గల శివుడు లోకమ్ములేలగలడు..!

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Baahubali Movie

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Baahubali - The Beginning : Raised in a remote tribal village, Shivudu grows up a carefree young man who relentlessly pursues his heart's desire. This leads him on an adventure to a completely unfamiliar territory. On this journey, he not only finds love, but uncovers a truth that steers his destiny in a different direction. 

 CAST 

Prabhas as Sivudu & Baahubali, Rana Daggubati as Bhallaladeva, Anushka Shetty as Devasena, Tamannaah as Avanthika with Ramya Krishna, Nasser, Sathyaraj, Kiccha Sudeepa, Adivi Sesh, Rakesh Varre, Meka Ramakrishna. 

CREW Screenplay & Direction: S.S. Rajamouli Presented by: K. Raghavendra Rao B.A. Producers: Shobu Yarlagadda & Prasad Devineni Story: V. Vijayendra Prasad DOP: K.K. Senthil Kumar Production Designer: Sabu Cyril Music Composer: M.M. Keeravaani VFX Supervision: V. Srinivas Mohan Sound Design: P.M. Satheesh Stunt Choreography: Peter Hein Additional Stunts: King Solomon, Lee Whittakar, Kaloyan Vodenicharov Dance Choreographers: Prem Rakshit, Shankar, Dinesh Kumar, Jani Editor: Kotagiri Venkateswara Rao Costume Designer: Rama Rajamouli, Prashanti Tripirneni Dialogues: Telugu - C.H. Vijay Kumar, Ajay Kumar G Hindi - Manoj Muntashir Tamil - Karky 

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hey do you think you would be able to do a gifset that parallels the two openings in baahubali of baahubali and his son. the one where sivudu breaks the sivan statue and places it under the waterfall and the one where baahubali ascends the elephant. i just really liked the symbolism of ganesha and sivan paralleled with the father and son if this makes sense???

Done! Sorry it’s so delayed. It’s not exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it!

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Prabhas as Sivudu in Baahubali (Telugu, 2015)

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Outline sketch of Sivudu by Nakul Waghe.

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The Tragedy of Bahubali

I wrote this a WHILE back (think towards the end of 2015) when the first Bahubali had come out barely 6 months ago. I didn’t publish this then, but I figured, why not?

I didn’t watch Bahubali when it was in the theaters. While I heard all the hype for the movie even months before while I was in India, I saw the exorbitantly priced tickets, crowds at the theaters, and the general ruckus over what—to me—what just a movie, turned me off from watching it. I thought I’d come around to watching it when it was available online, when I was done with my semester. I had the opportunity to watch it when it came on TV; and by this time, I had decided to find out for myself what the big deal was: was it really a manifestation of misogyny as some had claimed, or was it indeed the best Indian movie ever, as others claimed? I found it to be neither; for me, it was both, and everything Indian compiled into a long movie. For me, it was a tragedy.

Bahubali begins with a blood-covered Sivagami (Ramya Krishnan, giving an extremely hammy performance) hell-bent on saving a baby, sacrificing herself, and viciously killing anyone who attacks the baby. The baby is saved by a group of tribal folk living by a waterfall: a childless Sanga (Rohini) takes the baby as a blessing from Shiva, and raises him. This boy is Sivudu (Prabhas), intensely powerful and curious about the world beyond the waterfall. One fateful day he climbs the waterfall with the inspiration of an unknown woman (Avantika, we find out, played by Tamannah) beckoning him. Upon seeing the real world and falling in love with Avantika, he takes on her mission of saving a prisoner, Devasena (Anushka) from the mighty Mahishmati, ruled by a tyrannous king Bhalladeva (Rana Daggubati). In the process of fulfilling this mission, he learns of his true identity as the son of Devasena and the previous king of Mahishmati Amarendra Bahubali (also Prabhas). The narrative explains, in a flashback, Bahubali’s and Bhalladeva’s competition for the throne, as brothers they both have equal claim to it.

S. S. Rajamouli was clearly influenced by fantasy—epic Hollywood films, such as 300, Troy, and Lord of the Rings. But he draws on Hindu mythological sources for the plot, power dynamics, and political games that happen in his kingdom. The trope of the brothers fighting for the throne is, in Bahubali, not Shakespearean, but Mahabharata-esque. The woman who further instigates the strife between the brothers, like Draupadi, here is Devasena. Unlike Draupadi, however, Devasena is a prisoner in her brother-in-law’s kingdom, unable to train her son to take revenge for her husband; she is conveniently cast aside to wait, and utter necessary praise of her deceased husband. Indeed, this is one of the tragedies of the film: the tragedy of the woman.

Rajamouli does seem to have some awareness of the existence of female spies, warriors, and guards (Kautilya mentions them in the Artha-śāstra, a treatise on running a kingdom): Sivagami is always followed by a female guard, silent but steady. However, to an audience that excitedly looked forward to a sword-wielding Anushka as Devasena (as she was shown in one of the earliest teasers of the film) and a warrior Avanthika, there was a serious failure to follow through. While the film might address this issue in the sequel, the treatment of female character so far is indicative of the attitude that women, after marriage, or love, are rendered useless in any other realm.

This is the tragedy of the female warrior. It is the tragedy of Avanthika, a fierce warrior, not caring about her appearance until she is forcibly feminized by Bahubali (in a very objectionable scene, followed by an absurd confession of love). It is the tragedy of Devasena, who cannot even reach the spite and anger that Draupadi managed in the face of her mistreatments. The only person this tragedy seemingly doesn’t touch is Sivagami, arguably the strongest of the prominent female characters, and most powerful, who is not a warrior, but a regent to the dead king, whose motherly affection for her adopted son over her biological son gives an interesting subversion of Dhritarasthra, whose blind love for his sons effectively led them to their destruction. There is still time, however; the death of Bahubali is a mystery that many theorize has to do mostly with Sivagami, implying a fall for her as well.

If the trope of the female warrior faces the tragedy, then the trope of the enemy faces gross stereotyping. The dark-skinned enemies from the south are the worst of all enemies; they plunder, rape, torture and kill with no discrimination (they are reminiscent of the Orcs in Lord of the Rings). They speak a different language, and are degenerate barbarians. It is the destruction of their army that will determine who will be the king: Bahubali, or Bhallaladeva. The problematic depiction of Kalakeya and his people is a disturbing manifestation of a prejudice against the “foreign southerners” that pervades the Indian consciousness. The stereotype of the Dravidian southerner is something that Rajamouli could have actively rejected or subverted in his film. That he chooses to reinforce this in a Telugu-language movie, a language that is proto-Dravidian, and of a culture is a manifestation of the mixture of “Dravidian” and “Sanskritic” cultures is indicative of the tragedy of self-identity in this film. It is a two-fold tragedy, as it is also a missed opportunity to create a three-dimensional enemy with nuances of political complexities of Mahishmati.

Bahubali, to me, is a tragedy: representation of all that it could have been but isn’t. Mostly in the cases of portraying female characters and outsiders, already subalterns, with no space for nuanced representation to begin with, Rajamouli and Bahubali fail dismally. Hopefully, as the first movie of its kind in Telugu, we can hope it opens doors for representations that attempt to be more nuanced and progressive.

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Photo Booth: The unseen side of Prabhas before Baahubali

Baahubali 2 right now is the talk of the town after it crossed the golden number of INR 1000 crores. The magnum opus hit the monstrous number in just 10 days of its release worldwide. With an investment of close to INR 500 crores, Baahubali 2is definitely a producer’s dream film with so much returns from it. Lead actors in the film Prabhas, Rana Daggubati, Tamannaah Bhatia, Anushka Shetty and Ramya Krishna charged hefty amounts for their characters in the film, and rightly so because they allocated so many days for the film.

Recommended read: Baahubali 2's Prabhas heads to the US for a month-long vacation

The actors prepared a lot for the films before hitting the shooting spots. There were workshops, stunt rehearsals, weapons training and many more things. The actors had to transform into their characters in the film, specially Prabhas and Rana.

Prabhas had to gain weight for the character of Amarendra Baahubali and needed to be at 105 kgs, which he did. And later lose weight and be at 85 kgs to look like Mahendra Baahubali/Sivudu. Such transformation might take a toll on your body, and Prabhas really never worried about all this. All he wanted was Baahubali to be a big film.

Prabhas looked very different before Baahubali in his previous films. And more so, even before he entered films. Here are a few photos of Prabhas that show how he looked before Baahubali:

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Sanga

1. 2- Cooking

Life in Amburi was simple, community-oriented, and joyful. Their tribe relied on what Mother Nature gave them freely, and out of respect for her, they made as little modifications to her bounty as possible. 

Food was a small exception to that rule. Sanga lovingly crushed a bunch of fresh fruits and herbs together as she prepared for the annual Dharanjini Puja feast. They celebrated the Earth Goddess with an offering of the first crop of the season. For Sanga and Rushima, their first crop of that season came from the humble mint plant behind their hut, the peppers Sivudu planted two months ago, and the first mango that fell from the tree before it was ready to be picked. 

She did this activity every year but the charming thing was that each year, her ingredients were slightly different. Last year, she had made a sweet banana halva with sugarcane juice and coconut. 

Unsurprisingly, this was also her son’s favorite celebration. Since childhood, she had taught him to help her with the simpler tasks. It had started with things like kneading dough, shelling peas, tasting the final product, and serving it to the community. 

However, now that he was all grown up, he insisted on doing a lot more than those little tasks. And even though his friends laughed at him for doing what they considered ‘women things,’ he didn’t care. If anything, he often joked that even when he got married, he would cook for the Dharanjini Puja and his wife would just have to take the backseat. 

Speaking of marriage, Sanga was really worried about Sivudu. He was 25! And he had no interest in any of the village girls. If she could have had her way, he would have been betrothed as a child to Sindhala but alas! Her father had already chosen a different groom for her. 

Sivudu was now the oldest remaining bachelor in the village and at the rate things were going, all the good matches would be gone if he didn’t make up his mind soon. Maybe tonight, luck would smile upon them and he would fall in love with someone (because the knucklehead would only marry for love. What a ridiculous notion! Shiva only knew where he learned such strange ideas.) 

Sanga hoped he would pick Dindima. She was beautiful and hardworking. Maybe she would be able to tame his wild instincts!