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Berbagai Event Motor Custom yang Diadakan Suryanation

Suryanation adalah satu club motor yang sangat ternama di Indonesia. Menjadi komunitas motor custom terbesar, Suryanation pun selalu mengadakan berbagai macam event seru yang bisa kamu ikuti. Apalagi berbagai event yang diadakan juga diadakan secara rutin dan mengundang antusias dari pecinta motor custom. Bagi kamu yang mungkin baru saja ingin bergabung ke Suryanation juga harus tahu apa saja…

[riotclitshave]

This is so gorgeous.

12th-century polyglot Psalter from the Dayr al-Suryan monastery in the Nitrian desert, featuring the same text in Ethiopic, Syriac, Coptic, Arabic, Armenian, and then, Syriac again (in a different script).

[xmaudx]

The Phoenix Burns

Chapter 1: Embers of Childhood.

The village of the Kaemonor nestled quietly along the foot of Mount Ignis, a once renowned now dormant volcano said to have been the birthplace of the first dragon. Whilst that was centuries ago and the last whole dragon was rumoured to be deceased, the rugged warmth of the land provided life for both dragon hybrids and the dragonblood (kaemonor) tribe to thrive.

As the villagers of the tribe commenced their morning activities two children raced through the cobblestone path, ignoring the shrieks of woman and the disproved glances from onlookers, their laughter echoing off the stone cottages. The taller of the two, Bakugou Katsuki, would chase after the girl, grinning wildly as he attempted to take back his ruby stone necklace that was now held high above y/n's head, the chain glinting in the sunlight as she called out mockingly,

"Too slow Dragon Boy!". Bakugou's crimson eyes gleamed with determination as he ran faster not noticing the group of older village boys waiting for the two at the end of the path. It was y/n to first bump into on of them, a small groan escaping her mouth as she looked back up at the towering boys. Bakugou would stand beside his brows twisted in annoyance at the interruption as he snarled at the 5 older boys.

"well look who we have here, the prince of the dragonblood tribe with an orphan"

"look at her she's doesn't look anything like us"

"why is she so dark"

y/n would snarl her head now tilting to the challenge the other five.

"say that again I dare you"

Bakugou would watch in amusement proud of his friend's courage whilst also getting ready to beat the others up. Whilst his quirk hadn't come yet he was skilled in battle for his age, thanks to Mirko's training.

"who do you think you're talking to girl?!"

a brown haired boy would yell stomping towards her to slap her only to get pushed himself. The two would nod in mutual understanding at what was to come before they took to fight, y/n pulling one boy's hair whilst biting another whilst bakugou punched another in the face. Despite their chaotic energy however the two were no match for five older boys. Whilst bakugou was restrained he'd watch a kid slap y/n harshly on the cheek, the heat of the slap tainting her brown skin a light pink shade. His anger continued to boil as he watched them take turns in tugging her hair or kicking her, ignoring his own beating he was experience before he couldn't take it anymore. The large explosive blast was sent of towards the older guys, the heat of the blast shocking everyone enough to have all 5 boys running off screaming in fear. Y/n and Bakugou only stared at each other. "your quirk..." the girl would whisper both amazed and surprised whilst Bakugou stared at his hands. The day had come that his quirk would appear.

Whilst it was to be celebrated the young prince did not avoid the lecture his mum, the queen, was to give in front of both his friends and y/n. His mum would then move to y/n hugging the girl as she reassured her that she was still loved and cherished by all regardless of what the boys had said. Bakugou was young but not naive. He had gathered y/n was not from his tribe nor was she of dragonblood. What he wouldn't understand until much later that she belonged to the Malabar tribe in southern india, her mother being childhood friends with his own had left her daughter to be found on a boat and brought safely to Queen Mistuki. The suryan tribe, now deceased, had been acclaimed for their shared ability to absorb energy from the sun, some could reconstruct energy, others could blast it, some could even read energy waves and patterns. And yet their shared power is what drove their tribe to be hunted down and murdered by All for One. Rumours had it that someone born into the clan had the abilities to destroy the demon king however this was never confirmed and what was left of the tribe was ashes and blood.

"apologise now all of you!"

the queen would demand. Whilst the young boys would cower and plea for forgiveness bakugou would huff in annoyance before rolling his eyes and apologising himself. y/n on the contrary would apologise immediately however as the boys walked off she'd make sure to stick her tongue out mocking the lot.

"y/n i saw that"

"SORRY QUEEN MOTHER!"

authors note: ive had this tragic story in my head for quite some time and honestly i dont think im the best at writing (safe to say chapter 1 was not as good as i thought it would come out) if any writers are interested in this story and would like to write it out for me i would really appreciate it slide me a dm or a comment and ill get to you. hope it wasn't an eyesore for u guys oops but yh have a good day!! oh yh and reader is originally indian lol.

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[whalesongsblog]

🦋The Princess and the Parselmouth 🦋

Chapter 2: No sweeter innocence

“Are you sure about this, maharaj?” 


The Indian summer was merciless. Blistering heat beat down in sweltering waves on burnt ochre hills dotted with provinces that made up the Surya empire. The palace and its’ fortress sprawled along one of the hilltops, resplendent. Soaring spires scraped the azure blue sky, intricately carved with the ancient history and stories of the sun drenched land. Lofty halls and spectacular architecture made the palace draw eyes to it- an amber jewel set against the cloudless sky.

The faint chatter of people rose on the hot air like the shimmering waves of heat, the scent of spices and flowers carrying on the warm wind.

Raja Ashok Surya Lakshmi folded his hands behind his back as he turned away from the jharokha and faced his advisor, who adjusted his stance slightly.

“Why would I not be, Vikram? Mira is enthusiastic about going to this-“ the king halted slightly, a little smile quirking his lips under the impressive moustache he sported. “-Hogwarts. If she believes it to help her along her journey in magical education, who am I to refuse her? After all, she is the one with those gifts, not I.”

“Maharaj, it might be seen as… a snub to our own esteemed magic institutions if the princess chooses to go to Europe of all places.”

The king paused, sighing softly. A cry of a peacock echoed over the hills.

He remembered, all too well, the day the empire had turned upside down when the young princess discovered her unique abilities. The little five year old was discovered floating a few meters over the floor of her rooms with far too serene a smile on her face. However, it did fall slightly when her mother took one look at her, gave a sharp cry of alarm, and fell into a faint on the spot.

The next few weeks had felt like a bizzare dream. Suddenly, the palace was swarmed by delegations of witches and wizards and all manner of creatures the king had only read about in stories as a young boy. Whether seeking political alliances, offering congratulations on the birth of a magical child, or applying to join the team of magic tutors for the princess, the king had seen enough strangeness in those weeks and the subsequent sixteen years that he did not bat an eyelash anymore when his daughter amused her brothers by turning their swords into frogs.

A number of rude awakenings were dropped on him, on his court and family like cannons, unforgiving and rapid.

Magic existed, and his little girl was special.

There was a whole world of people just like her out there, many of whom lived in his own empire, under his own nose.

And now, he had an entire new community of people to balance.

“She completed her undergraduate degree at a Suryan institution.” The king pointed out. “And all her education so far has been in this country, in this empire. If she wants to travel, I would not wish to stop her, Vikram. Besides, her mother has already conceded, and I doubt I can stand against that.”

“No, maharaj.” Amusement colored the royal advisor’s voice. “No, I don’t think you could.” He sighed, looking out over the sun-baked hills. “Very well. The princess will complete her higher education in Scotland, and obtain her Master’s degree at-“ he paused, looking at the king again. “What was the name of the school, again?” 

“Hogwarts.” The king replied, sounding as if he could hardly say the words coming out of his mouth with a straight face. “Hogwarts University of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

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Sebastian Sallow did not enjoy distractions, and did not appreciate the assesment that it was because he was too prone to being consumed by them.

Sure, his brain was usually firing off in a thousand different directions like a Zonko’s cracker, but every sizzling ember could be traced down to a handful of rock- solid objectives. In the past few years, most of them had melted away- with the exception of his dissertation and dueling club- and took a back burner for the one that constantly plagued him.

Ridding his sister of her… affliction spun around and around his head- a persistent, all consuming mantra he had no choice or desire to disobey.

All that to say, he despised distractions and therefore was adept at recognizing them.

And it was a damn shame that the distraction led into the Slytherin dungeons by two aurors was such a lovely one.

The young woman casting her fascinated gaze around the space was tall- a vision of earth- brown skin and raven hair that fell down her back in a thick braid adorned with jasmine flowers.

A silver circlet sat on her head, accenting the regal edge of her features. She was draped in a shimmering, ocean blue sari bordered in gold accents, the fabric almost shifting around her like waves. It didn’t take a genius to guess that the embroidery was hand stitched and expensive.

She lfited her chin slightly, thick brows and thicker lashes framing a pair of honey hued eyes and Sebastian found himself walking forwards, blinking slightly as if he’d looked at the sun for too long.

He did not enjoy distractions.

And he hated being consumed by them.

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Sometimes, it felt like being stuck in quicksand.

Like he was clawing and fighting to get out and really, it was all for naught because the more he fought, the more he just got dragged down, and down, and down.

Ominis Gaunt was drowning and at this point, he wondered what the harm was in just allowing the waves to take him. To let the ice-touched undertow carry him along into whatever deep depths were dragging him under because he knew that even the frigidity of that unknown was more welcoming than the sticky, trapping tar of his family’s legacy.

“We’re at the bottom of the lake, aren’t we?” 

Ominis startled, head tilting, angled towards the voice as it reached out and tugged him from his stupor. His vision, as always, offered him little more than fuzzy light perception and faint blobs of saturated color.


He recognized the voice. The newcomer who had chosen to sit next to him during professor Hecat’s lecture.

“Your highness.” Never one to forget his manners, Ominis stood from the velvety sofa he’d been sitting in and gave a short bow. “My apologies, you caught me off guard.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry- I did not mean to startle you, and you really don’t have to do that- though I must say, your posture was perfect. Please, call me Mira. Or Miradevi, if I happen to be in trouble.”

A jingle of bangles alerted him to the fact that the princess was probably waving his gesture off with an embarrased sort of wave.

Blue-green hues of light fell into the large space of the common room, shifting with the current, the tall algae swaying and cutting in and out of the pale sunlight filtering through the water.


“I sat next to you in class earlier but I did not catch your name. I must admit, it was a bit of a lapse in my manners.” Mira laughed softly, a little sheepish. “I was slightly overwhelmed. But you are-?” 

“Ominis Gaunt. Welcome to Hogwarts, princess. Do let me know if I can be of any assistance as you assimilate here.” He paused. “It is an extremely safe location, and any threat to you would undoubtedly be swiftly dealt with. The professors here are quite formidable, and the protective enchanments around the castle even more so.”

He did not know why he added that on. Well, she was quite possibly one of the most high- profile students Hogwarts had seen but something about the idea of her potentially being in harms way latched onto his soul and burrowed in like a burn he could not soothe.

“Concerned for my safety already, Ominis Gaunt?” The princess teased, her bangles jingling as she leaned against the arm of the sofa. Ominis could hear the little grin in her words. “The tales of British gallantry are not at all exaggerated, it seems.”

His ears were aflame as he tried to say something witty in response.

Ominis Gaunt was drowning.

But suddenly, the deep, dark depths did not seem so forbidding.

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Miradevi frowned slightly, shutting the heavy tome she was scanning through, setting aside her parchment and pencil- since she staunchly refused to waste time by writing with a quill.

Rain pelted against the tall windows of the empty classroom the three of them had sequestered themselves into in a fruitless attempt to study. It was too grey, and even the lit braziers along the walls did little to bring warmth into the cold flagstones.

Her two companions- her new friends, she thought with a little spark of delight- sat with her, one sprawled on the floor, the other at a desk. 

“Put off by the delightful European weather, princess?” Sebastian asked lightly, not looking up from the notes he was scribbling, eyes fixed on the cramped writing of the book he was transcribing from. “Must be different from what you’re used to, I imagine.” 

There was a soft huff from where Ominis sat. The aristocrat readjusted his fingertips on the raised dots along the sheaf of papers in hand, trying to find the spot where he’d left off, but his ears were keenly attuned to the lilting, heavy accent of his new…

friend.

“Well, the desert can get quite cold at night, especially during the winter months, but this constant barrage of drizzle is…” Mira trailed off, casting an uncertain glance at the windows. “Unique.”

Sebastian grinned at her persistence politness. “You won’t offend us, your highness. You can say that the weather is bloody miserable.” 


“I believe in seeing the joy in even the most dreary of situations.” Mira replied, grinning. “Here, speaking of dreary situations-“ she turned the book slightly, looking between the two young men. “Your goverment system is in complete shambles, if you don’t mind my saying. I’ve seen bones that are less fractured than the society here.”

There was a snort of laughter that surprisingly came from Ominis. He tilted his head, indicating that Mira should continue speaking. “Please elaborate, my princess.”

“Well for one, the judicial system makes no sense. The Wizengamot seems to be the highest legislative body, yet a majority of its’ fifty members are predominantly senior members of pureblood families.” She gave a significant look to the two of them over the rim of the tome. “Misrepresentation of the actual population of the wizarding community which, according to this very outdated census-“ she produced a folder from her colorful satchel- “is around 63% muggleborn or halfblood-“

Ominis had to remind himself to breathe, and it was slightly shaky. Her voice had pitched slightly lower, the inflection steady and self assured, like she was about to speak in front of a crowd of thousands.

“Merlin.” Sebastian whistled softly, reaching for the folder. “What dusty corner of the Archives did you crawl into to get your hands on this?”

“The dustiest.” Miradevi said with a slight shudder. “I made good friends with a family of spiders. And then there’s the issue with nonhuman magic beings .” 

“And what’s that?” Sebastian leaned back, amused.

“Well, there was an article about a goblin uprising, or some sort of rebellion, and I looked a little bit into the history of wizard-goblin relationships or.. well, lack thereof, really, and it’s interesting. There are laws preventing them from carrying wands, which-“

“Mira.” 

The princess paused, startled by the warning note in Ominis’ voice. She looked up, brows raised.

Sebastian was looking at her strangely.

His chestnut brown eyes were slightly dark as he looked at her, but he waved his friend’s words off.

“Don’t interrupt, Ominis.” He said, his gaze fixed on her. “Let the princess finish.” 

“I was- I was just going to say that it seems like squashing the rebellion is a superficial solution to a deeper issue.” Mira pointed out. “Clearly, there is discontent in the goblin community-“ 

Sebastian stood, sudden. His jaw was clenched and Miradevi realized she had certainly put her foot in it somehow. 

“Allow me to give you some advice, princess.” He hissed softly. “I would not come swanning in from a different country and start casting judgement on how things are run here.” 

“Sebastian.” Ominis stood, lips slightly curled in a snarl. “Enough. She doesn’t know-“ 

“Exactly. She does not know, so perhaps she should not speak on things she is unaware of. Royalty or not. Excuse me.”

Mira stared at the door of the classroom that was slammed in the wake of Sebastian’s abrupt departure, her ears burning. She turned to Ominis, not speaking for a moment.

His ice-chip blue eyes were fixed in the general direction of the door, fists clenching and unclenching, before he turned slightly, looking off to a direction vaguely at her left.

“He-“ Ominis began, suddenly sounding very tired. “It’s a sensitive subject.”


“I gathered.”

There was an uncomfortable pause.

“I can… get too caught up in politics without considering that people have their own biases.” Miradevi said, hesitant. “When you are partially responsible for the smooth running of an empire, taking every single individuals’ emotions into consideration is difficult, and sometimes I can… get carried away by what I believe to be just.”

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Ominis had never met anyone like her, that was for certain. There was something about her voice, something so unabashedly open about everything she said, every emotion dredged from her heart and woven into each syllable she spoke.

She was genuine in a way that only someone who had never been hurt a day in their lives could be.

And whether that scared him or endeared her impossibly more to him, Ominis found that he was just dragged further into the princess’s magnetic gravitational pull.

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“And what is this supposed to be?” 


Mira shifted slightly, not used to such hostility, especially after being surrounded by nothing but adoration and love from her people, her family, the myriad of advisors and court officials and tutors- even from her peers in school and college. 

“It’s supposed to be an olive branch. I’m sorry for… clearly touching a nerve.” 


Sebastian cast an unsure look at her, before ripping off the horribly wrapped paper. Revealing the title of the book, his jaw slackened. 
“How did you-“ he looked up at her, voice slightly weak. “This is- this is ancient, how on earth did you-?”


Mira grinned. Success.

“You enjoy studying arcane magic, so I wrote home to my baba and asked for something from the royal library you may enjoy.” Her grin faded slightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t consider that the politics of this goblin situation is not something I should speak on without knowing about it in its entirety.”

Sebastian softened. “It’s not your fault. And it’s-“ he huffed, running a hand through his hair, and he seemed pained by his next words. “It’s not all of them, I’ll admit. But Ranrok and his loyalists are pure evil and far from innocent.” He looked at her. “I’ll.. tell you about it, one of these days. In the meantime, I think I have some reading to do.” He grinned at her and stood, going in for a tentative hug. 
“Thank you, princess.”

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There was a hysterical sort of bliss in the moments after waking from a nightmare.

The sudden, blessed relief that none of it was real, that it was just his traitorous brain weaving a tattered tapestry of the worst moments in his memory, breathing new life into it.

Ominis practically threw the sheets off himself, sitting up in his bed. His fingers instinctively went for his wand on the bedside table, a quick albiet shaky flick sending that familiar thrum of magic along his arm, opening up the world around him. Shapes and structures materialized from his blurry, dim surroundings as he swung his legs off the bed and stood.

The graduate students’ wing of the castle was silent, unusually so.

Following the pulse of his wand, Ominis made his way through the familiar halls, past the rushing waterfall and into the commons.

I will not have a cotton spined fool for a son. Cast it, or face the consequence.

Cast the spell, Ominis.

Cast the bloody curse. Are you a Gaunt or not?

This family will not have a blood traitor under its’ roof. Cast the c-

“Ominis! I wasn’t expecting company at this hour.”

His head snapped up, a wavering exhale leaving his lips.

“Mira.”

Miradevi stood quickly from her comfortable position sprawled out in front of the fireplace. She was wearing the thickest, fluffiest pair of sleepwear she had, her thick black hair falling openly over her shoulders, down her back. “I think my body still thinks its’ in India.” She grinned. “Hence why I’m up like an owl. Tell me why you’re awake at such an ungodly hour.” 

“Nightmares.” 
The answer spilled from his lips without hesitation, and he mentally berated himself for it.


“Nasty things.” Miradevi said sagely, completely unpeturbed. “I had a horrible nightmare once and refused to sleep for nearly a day straight after that. I consumed my body’s weight in caffeine to keep myself awake and drove my brothers mad.”

“You have brothers?” Ominis felt around for the edge of the sofa and sat down. Mira went back to her spot in front of the fireplace and he could just vaguely make out her completely blurry figure backlit by blobs of pale yellows and orange.

“Two. Arjun and Bharat, both older than me and both insufferable about it. Arjun is the eldest and the crown prince of the empire.”

“Ah, you’re the baby of the family.” Ominis said softly, leaning forwards, his elbows resting on his knees.

Mira titled her head slightly, her gaze darting over him. She’d never seen someone so lovely in her life, and found herself shuffling forwards slightly. “And the only daughter. Talk about being sheltered. Anyway-“ she cast her gaze around, convinced that the heat on her face was from the fire. “Your nightmare must have been bad to disturb you awake. Do you want to talk about it?” 

“… One day, princess. For now, why don’t you tell me what you’re doing?”

“Oh-“ Mira huffed a soft laugh. “Writing a speech. Arjun is addressing the nation in a few days and enlisted my help to write it. As if I don’t have enough on my plate, I told him. But-“ she sighed theatrically. “My duty is to my people, first and foremost.”

His nightmare was already fleeing to the recesses of his subconscious mind, consumed by its dark corners and swallowed up, poised to be nothing more than a fleeting, bad memory. 
Ominis slipped off the couch and sat beside the princess on the plush, carpeted floor, smiling. “How very irresponsible.” He teased. “The crown prince, outsourcing his royal duties to his little sister.”

His heart lurched at Mira’s delighted laugh.

“What is the speech about?” Ominis leaned closer, his voice soft.


“I’m so glad you asked.” He heard a shuffling of papers, and the enthusiasm in Mira’s tone. “Prepare to be bored out of your wits.”

Ominis grinned. “I would love nothing more, my princess.”

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AN: thank you for reading!! So just to clear a quick thing up: in this universe, hogwarts also has higher education. Ominis and Sebastian are working on their phDs, while Mira is doing her Masters.

A few quick translations! Maharaj/ maharani are royal titles in Hindi, meaning king and queen, respectively. A jharokha is a type of shuttered window. I also recommend looking at photos of palaces in Rajasthan to get a sense of the architecture. It’s super beautiful!

I’m having so much fun writing this 😭🫶🏾 I hope y’all enjoy!

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I think wikipedia confused suryan(sun) and agni(fire).

I think I'm gonna start using he/him for the moon on purpose now.

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We’ll pick you up early from the hotel, then go to Babastis (Tel-Basta), where Jesus caused water to flow from a spring. Now we’ll visit Tanis and learn more about the 26th Dynasty’s main capital. Scout the mysterious Ramses Temple and the royal tomb At the end of the day, drive back to the hotel and overnight.

Day 7 Red Sea Monasteries 

After your relaxing breakfast at the hotel, your guide will take you to visit the Monasteries of St. Anthony and St. Paul. In the 4th century AD, two monasteries were built against cliffs rising out of the eastern desert. St. Anthony Monastery is one of the largest monasteries in Egypt. The church of St. Anthony was built over the saint’s tomb. It was built over the saint’s tomb where the church of St. Anthony was built. Although St. Paul’s monastery is relatively young, it is well-adorned with beautiful artifacts. Then you will be taken on a guided tour to visit Jabal Al Tair (the Birds Mountain), the cave where the holy family rested inside. It is situated now inside the Ancient Church there. Then drive back and spend an overnight at El Minya Hotel.

Day 8 Tuna El Gabal

You will be met by Jana Tours’ guides at your hotel. Get ready for an amusement trip in Minya and for a scouting tour of Tuna El Gabal. Tuna el-Gebel was the necropolis of Khmun. It is the largest known Greco-Roman necropolis in Egypt. Lunch will be served at a local restaurant. Head to Visit Al-Ashmunien, you will enjoy visiting the open museum. Then, Enjoy tours to Beni Hassan; which have beautiful Pharaonic tombs decorated with paintings and drawings depicting local and regional life of the Middle Kingdom. at the end of your tour in El Minya, a Jana tour guide will drive you back to Assuit and overnight in Assuit Hotel.

Day 9 Al Muharraq Monastery

Taste the flavor of your breakfast at the hotel, then move to visit Al Muharraq Monastery. This monastery was where the Holy Family rested for 6 months and 10 days, then proceeds to visit the rock-cut tombs of Miar. At the end of the day, drive back to the hotel and overnight.

Day 10: Cairo Airport

Pick up from the hotel with our representative and transfer to the airport to catch your flight to Back Home.

The mentioned tour itinerary include the following:

* Accommodation for 7 nights in Cairo

*Accommodation for 1 night in El Minya

*Accommodation for 1 Night at Assuit Hotel

*Private English-speaking Egyptologist tour guide.

*Entrance fees for all the mentioned sites.

*Transportation with private A/C vans to all the mentioned sites.

*The service of meet and assist at airports.

The tour itinerary not include the following

*Visa Entry to Egypt.

*Optional tours

*Any other items not mentioned.

*Tipping Kitty.

For More Info

Egypt Holy Land:http://bit.ly/3UlATsb

website:https://jana.tours/

Email:info@janatoursegypt.com

whatsApp:+201143320224

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"The design approach centers on a meaningful transition from temporary installations to enduring structures, with strategic material reuse at its core. While originally intended as a short-term structure, the Experience Centre has been thoughtfully planned to contribute to the larger context of The Sanctuary."

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Gibran dan Istri Kunjungi Pantai Mertasari

BALIPORTALNEWS.COM, DENPASAR - Rangkaian lawaran Cawapres nomor urut 02, Gibran Rakabuming Raka kembali kunjungi Bali. Kali ini Gibran Bersama istri Selvi Ananda mengunjungi Pantai Mertasari didampingi Ketua TKN Prabowo-Gibran, Rosan Roeslani dan Ketua TKD Bali, Made Muliawan alias De Gadjah, Sabtu (27/1/2024). Dalam kunjungan ini, Gibran berkesempatan bersama relawan dan masyarakat ikut bersih pantai, konservasi penyu, yoga, temu komunitas serta makan nasi jinggo bareng. Dalam kesempatan tersebut Ketua TKN Prabowo-Gibran, Rosan Roeslani menyampaikan, kegiatan ini guna selalu menjaga jalinan silaturahmi dengan masyarakat Bali serta juga menyerap aspirasi secara langsung dari pelaku industri pariwisata. “Bali memang mengandalkan sektor pawisata sehingga nantinya dapat terus berkembang, dan untuk melihat kondisi pariwisata memang harus datang langsung. Inilah juga maksud dari kedatangan Mas Gibran ke sini,” ungkap Rosan. Selain itu juga bagaimana kita dapat menjaga kelestarian lingkungan dan keharmonisan alam. “Memang mas Gibran sangat perhatian dengan Pulau Bali, utamanya pariwisata Bali,” tutup Rosan. Kunjungan Gibran di Pantai Mertasari sontak membuat ramai suasana, banyak masyarakat yang ingin berfoto selfie serta meneriakan ‘mas Gibran sekali putaran’. Kegiatan yang bertajuk ‘Gibran Suryaning Sanur’ juga diisi penampilan musisi Bali, seperti Ray Peny, White Rose, MaDe Gimbal dan lain-lain.

Gibran dan Istri Kunjungi Pantai Mertasari Denpasar. Sumber Foto : tim/bpn Sementara, Ketua Tim Kampanye Daerah (TKD) Prabowo-Gibran Bali, Made Muliawan Arya alias De Gadjah menuturkan kegiatan bertajuk ‘Gibran Suryaning Sanur’ di Pantai Mertasari bertujuan untuk menyapa dan berinteraksi dengan masyarakat di daerah destinasi wisata khususnya Sanur. “Dengan melihat matahari terbit dari Sanur ini, diharapkan lahir pemimpin baru yang memberikan sinar bagi rakyatnya agar masa depan bangsa Indonesia lebih cerah. Selain itu, Pantai Mertasari dipilih karena menawarkan pemandangan laut yang indah dengan pasir putih yang lembut. Pantai ini memberikan suasana yang tenang dan damai, cocok untuk mencari inspirasi,” pungkas De Gadjah.(tim/bpn) Read the full article

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SBOAMHSS, Coimbatore

The UN designated school in India

National Youth Day and Pongal Celebration

09 January 24

SBOAMHSS, Coimbatore celebrates National Youth Day and Pongal with fervour

SBOAMHSS, Coimbatore, one of the UN designated schools in India, celebrated National Youth Day and Pongal festival with great enthusiasm and joy on 9 January 2024. The students and staff participated in various cultural and educational activities to mark the occasion.

The celebration began with a speech by the principal, who highlighted the significance of National Youth Day, which commemorates the birth anniversary of Swami Vivekananda, the great spiritual leader and philosopher. He urged the students to follow the ideals and teachings of Swami Vivekananda, who inspired the youth of India to strive for excellence and service.

The speech was followed by a dance performance by the students, who showcased the diversity and richness of Indian culture. The dance was based on the theme of “Unity in Diversity”, which reflects the vision of the UN for a peaceful and harmonious world.

The highlight of the celebration was the Pongal feast, which was prepared by the students and staff with the help of the local community. Pongal is a traditional harvest festival of Tamil Nadu, which marks the end of winter solstice and the beginning of the sun’s northward journey. The festival is named after the ceremonial dish of rice boiled in milk with jaggery, which is offered to the sun god, Suryan.

The students and staff also celebrated Mattu Pongal, which is dedicated to the cattle, who are considered as the source of wealth and prosperity. The cattle were bathed, decorated with flowers and colours, and taken in a procession around the school. The students also made beautiful kolam artworks with rice powder, which are believed to bring good luck and happiness.

The celebration was a memorable and joyful experience for the students and staff, who expressed their gratitude to the UN for recognising their school as a model of sustainable development and education. They also exchanged gifts and greetings with each other, and renewed their social bonds of solidarity.

(Pongal is one of the most important festivals celebrated by Tamil people in Tamil Nadu and other parts of South India. It is also a major Tamil festival in Sri Lanka. It is observed by the Tamil diaspora worldwide, including those in Malaysia, Mauritius, South Africa, Singapore, United States, United Kingdom, Canada, and the Gulf countries)

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2024 Tamil Nadu's Cherished Harvest Pongal Festival - Just a Month ahead

2024 is just a month away. Entire world is preparing for Xmas & New year. But in the heart of South India, as the winter solstice passes and the sun begins its northward journey, the people of Tamil Nadu prepare for Pongal, their most cherished harvest festival. Celebrated with great fervor and joy, Pongal marks not just the end of the harvest season but also a time of giving thanks to nature and renewing bonds of kinship. For those unfamiliar with Tamil traditions, Pongal offers a fascinating insight into a vibrant cultural festival that has been celebrated for centuries.

This extensive guide aims to introduce you to the colorful world of Pongal – exploring its rich traditions, mouth-watering cuisines, and lively festivities that bring communities together. Whether you are a cultural enthusiast, a lover of festivals, or simply curious about new traditions, join us on this captivating journey through the heart of Tamil culture.

Understanding Pongal

Origins of Pongal

Pongal, deeply rooted in the agrarian traditions of Tamil Nadu, is not just a festival but a reflection of the state's symbiotic relationship with nature and agriculture. Dating back thousands of years, its origins are intertwined with Tamil folklore and ancient practices that revered the sun, rain, and livestock, the essential elements for a successful harvest. The festival is a time-honored testament to the gratitude of the people towards these natural elements that sustain their lives.

Pongal in the Tamil Calendar

Significantly, Pongal marks the end of the traditional Tamil month of Margazhi and the beginning of Thai, which is considered an auspicious month for new beginnings. The Tamil saying, "Thai Pirandhal Vazhi Pirakkum," meaning "the birth of the month of Thai paves the way for new opportunities," perfectly encapsulates the spirit of optimism that Pongal brings.

The Meaning of 'Pongal'

The term 'Pongal' in Tamil means "to boil over" or "spillover." Symbolically, this refers to the traditional dish prepared during the festival, where the boiling over of milk and rice is a sign of abundance and prosperity. It represents the wish for overflowing fortunes and the bountiful blessings of nature.

The Four-Day Celebration

Bhogi Pongal

The first day, Bhogi Pongal, is dedicated to Lord Indra, the god of rain, and is marked by the ritual of cleaning and discarding old belongings. This practice symbolizes the elimination of negative energies and the welcoming of positive vibes into homes and lives. Bonfires made of old clothes and materials serve as a ritual cleansing, paving the way for renewal.

Suryan Pongal

The second day, Surya Pongal, is the most significant. Devotees offer thanks to Surya, the Sun God, crucial for agriculture. Families gather to cook the Pongal dish outdoors in earthen pots, allowing it to boil over, which is considered a good omen. The freshly harvested rice, combined with milk and jaggery, makes for a sweet concoction that is first offered to the sun and then shared among family and friends.

Mattu Pongal

The third day, Mattu Pongal, is dedicated to cattle, acknowledging their role in farming. Cows and bulls are bathed, adorned with bells, garlands, and painted horns. In villages, they are paraded through the streets, often accompanied by music and dancing. This day epitomizes the respect and gratitude farmers have for their cattle.

Kaanum Pongal

The final day, Kaanum Pongal, is a day for family reunions and socializing. People visit friends and relatives, exchanging gifts and sweets. This day strengthens social bonds and encourages communal harmony.

Traditional Attires and Their Significance

Pavadai Sattai and Dhavani

During Pongal, women often wear traditional attires like 'Pavadai Sattai' for younger girls and 'Dhavani' (or half-saree) for young women. The Pavadai Sattai, a long skirt with a blouse and a dupatta, is a symbol of youthful elegance. The Dhavani, comprising a skirt, blouse, and a draped dupatta, is a transitional garment signifying the coming of age. These garments are usually vibrant, reflecting the festive spirit, and are often adorned with beautiful patterns and motifs that have been passed down through generations.

Vesti / Dhothi for Men

For men, the traditional 'Vesti' (or Dhothi) is the attire of choice. This unstitched piece of cloth, wrapped around the waist and legs, is both graceful and comfortable. It is usually white or cream, symbolizing purity, and is often paired with a shirt or a traditional kurta. During Pongal, men also wear a version of the vesti known as 'Sattai', which is more formal and used for special occasions.

Culinary Delights of Pongal

Pongal is also a festival that celebrates the bounty of nature through its distinctive cuisine. The dish 'Pongal', which shares its name with the festival, is the centerpiece of the culinary offerings. It comes in two varieties - 'Sakkarai Pongal', a sweet version made with jaggery, and 'Ven Pongal', a savory version. Both are cooked with newly harvested rice, signifying abundance and prosperity.

Alongside Pongal, other dishes like 'Vadai', 'Payasam', and 'Ellu Urundai' (sesame balls) are also prepared. These dishes not only add to the festive spirit but also carry significant cultural and health values, with ingredients that are traditionally known for their nutritive benefits.

Festive Activities and Sports

Jallikattu /Manju Virattu / Veera Vilayattu

The most thrilling aspect of Mattu Pongal is 'Jallikattu', also known as 'Manju Virattu' or 'Veera Vilayattu'. It's a traditional bull-taming sport, deeply ingrained in Tamil culture. Participants attempt to grab the large hump on the bull's back with both arms and hang on to it while the bull tries to escape. Jallikattu is more than just a sport; it's a symbol of bravery and tradition, showcasing the strong bond between humans and animals.

Community Games and Activities

Pongal is also a time for various community games and activities. Traditional games like 'Kabaddi', 'Gilli-danda', and 'Kite flying' are popular. These activities not only provide entertainment but also foster community spirit and camaraderie among the participants.

Pongal Celebrations in Modern Times

The way Pongal is celebrated has evolved over time, adapting to the changes brought by urbanization and globalization. In cities, the space constraints might limit the grandeur of celebrations, but the essence remains the same. Modern technology and social media have also played a role in keeping the younger generation connected with these traditions, allowing them to participate in and promote the festivities, irrespective of their geographical locations.

Pongal Across Borders

With the Tamil diaspora spread across the globe, Pongal has transcended geographical boundaries. It's celebrated in countries like Malaysia, Singapore, Canada, and the USA, where Tamil communities gather to replicate the festivities of their homeland. These celebrations serve as a bridge connecting the younger generation to their roots and keeping the spirit of Tamil culture alive globally.

Personal Stories and Experiences

Including personal stories and experiences from individuals who celebrate Pongal can add a unique and relatable touch to the blog. These anecdotes can highlight the diversity within the Tamil community and how Pongal plays a significant role in their lives.

Pongal – More Than Just a Festival

Pongal is more than a mere cultural festival; it's a celebration of life, nature, and thanksgiving. It reinforces the values of gratitude, togetherness, and respect for nature in an increasingly materialistic world. It's a reminder of the simple yet profound joys of life that come from community and tradition.

Following image representing a different aspect of teaching children about their Tamil heritage in the context of Pongal, have been created. These images visually depict concepts like Cultural Identity and Roots, Preservation of Traditions, Appreciation of Diversity, Family Bonding, and Moral Values. You can view and use these images for your Instagram posts or other social media campaigns related to Shivangi's Pongal collection.

Conclusion

As we conclude this journey through the vibrant festival of Pongal, it's clear that this celebration is much more than a harvest festival. It's a testament to the rich cultural heritage of Tamil Nadu, offering a glimpse into the soul of its people. Pongal, with its deep-rooted traditions, delicious cuisines, and lively festivities,

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I tried doing suryan namaskar today,it was quite good experience and I felt refreshed after doing 10 set of it. I must say it was bit tough for beginners like me but I believe after doing for sometimes I'll get use to it. It consists of 12 steps and each has its significance.

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MAMA IKUT, YA!

Diambil dari Pinterest Hari ini saya baca satu thread di Twitter. Jadi ada yang cerita dia malu karena Mamanya menemani dia di kosan selama OSPEK sementara teman-teman lainnya nggak ditemani Mamanya. Kemudian ditanggapi oleh Mas Wisnu Suryaning Adji. Dia bilang, “Just get through it. Trust me, one day, reminiscing this embarrassing moment will make you laugh till your stomach hurts. Then, you’ll…

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Once more, gloom thickens on the sky: As light's cryptic bastard, this gloom.

Who has loved me forever Yet whose face I never caught Like that woman, Gloom thickens on the Falgun skies.

She scatters, perhaps to some lost city, an ashen palace Its mirth now smokes and fumbles past my heart.

On the coasts of the Indian Ocean Or the Mediterranean By the beaches of Tyre perhaps Not today, there was a city once, And a palace ablaze with ornaments Persian carpets, Kashmiri quilts, pearls brought forth through Bering's sway, My sunken heart, my still eyes, my lamented dreams, And you, woman- These were, once in the world.

The gentle hour reclines and gives in, Parrots and cockatoos aplenty, Mahogany silhouettes, dull and somber. Many shades of the sunshine, Many shades, there were; And you; Centuries have run amuck, but I have not seen your face, I seek not.

Falgun's gloom an aromatic parchment, the coastlines' sweat reclines and gives in, Enchanting domes, and their pillars' agonising lines, Scents of a pear that is not there, Countless wild deer, And felines interwoven on manuscripts patched with deep grey, Windows made bold with husks of Suryan slumber, Had it blown past? A peacock briefly nudges, from this transient chamber, Echoes out to another, then another. Dampening murmurs- A momentary awe, and silence!

On veils and carpets the waltz of haematic sweat Manic reds in a crimson grail! And your naked lonely hands;

Your naked lonely hands...

[Personal translation of Jibanananda Das' নগ্ন নির্জন হাত (Naked Lonely Hands)]

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