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daily-quiz-join · 7 months ago
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The Family Star | Vijay Deverakonda और Mrunal Thakur अभिनीत फिल्म का हिंदी संस्करण ओटीटी पर होगा रिलीज
विजय देवरकोंडा और मृणाल ठाकुर अभिनीत द फैमिली स्टार ओटीटी पर हिंदी संस्करण में आने के लिए पूरी तरह तैयार है। जियोसिनेमा ने मंगलवार को अपने प्लेटफॉर्म पर फिल्म के हिंदी संस्करण की रिलीज की तारीख की घोषणा की। यह फिल्म 28 जून को प्लेटफॉर्म पर रिलीज होगी। हालांकि, यह फिल्म जियोसिनेमा से पहले ही ओटीटी पर उपलब्ध थी। जियोसिनेमा ने फिल्म से विजय के एक पोस्टर के साथ लिखा- द फैमिली स्टार का प्रीमियर अप्रैल…
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indianmovielinks · 3 months ago
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An eight-year-old boy is thought to be a lazy trouble-maker, until the new art teacher has the patience and compassion to discover the real problem behind his struggles in school.
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newstrn · 5 months ago
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celestialtarot11 · 8 months ago
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The Nakshaktras 🦢🌷
Hi friends! Just thought I’d share some Vedic astrology notes 👀 I may have been reading just a bit on it. Please enjoy as always! Feel free to like, comment and reblog.
🌷 Ashwini Moon are intelligent people. Despite their fiery nature the moon resides in-these people can be attracted to the water depths of spirituality. They can have strong beliefs or values in spirituality or God. Or none at all. These natives are strong minded.
🦢 Sun in Ashwini is exalted. These natives can be great physicians and healers, even great reiki healers. In Hinduism, the Ashwins are depicted as divine mystical doctors who were healers. They brought their healing energy to the earth. Therefore, Ashwini sun + other placements have a tenacity for healing through touch, but also can pick up on nursing/being a doctor of some kind.
🌷 Bharani natives are ruled by Venus. Bharani in Hindi means to bear, to give, so Bharani’s also have a dedicated, loyal nature to them. Their mars-venus interaction adds to their appeal. Represented by the elephant of burden, Bharani natives can find themselves carrying the stress of work, family, etc. especially moon in Bharani.
🦢 Sun in Bharani denotes leadership, authority, and power. Sigmund Freud had this placement. He struggled with the burden of a philosophical mind, overthinking and all-seeing. But, he delivered a great deal of help to understanding our psychology today.
🌷Krittika natives experience an exaltation in Taurus. Krittika natives fight for a cause and have strong will, and also have the power to burn. Destroy, and recreate. Krittika is symbolized by a flame, to burn away negativity. These natives may posses the power to cleanse a room just by their presence alone. They help people feel safe, and grounded. Krittika natives enjoy the pleasures of cooking, art, music or painting of any kind. Frida Kahlo had her moon in Taurus. Princess Diana’s venus also resides in Taurus.
🦢 Rohini natives and sensual, beautiful and charming. Rohini represents the cosmic force needed to create. Universal energies reside in this placement. The native can see tremendous growth by remaining disciplined and focused. Rohini also has the ability to become very spiritual ore religious. The native may find themselves constantly shedding to release, similar to a scorpio. They are represented by the snake, a sign of shedding old skin.
🌷 Mrigashira natives are represented in Hinduism by the “searching star.” “Beginning of search.” Ruling planet is mars, reflecting the great warrior within when it comes to the truth. The native can be relentless, restless for the truth. Whether it concerns themselves, others, of everyone. They can often feel the need for spiritual liberation in their life. These natives can have a deer like appearance-Brooke Shields has her moon in gemini.
🦢 Ardra natives are ruled by mercury. Strong, independent and passionate thinkers. Ardra is represented by tears, or water. Although it is ruled by mercury, natives have a watery depth to them. Their water is the clarity that comes after a storm. These natives love being helpful, solution oriented, and goal driven. Their water is pure, cleansing away any bad omen. Ardra also knows the power of knowledge, these natives are often projected as “fickle,” “naive” or “confusing” but in reality, they cover every perception, choice, and outcome. They just have a high sense of awareness.
🌷 Punarvasu natives are represented by the mother Goddess Aditi, who tends to her seeds for growth. She has power to gain wealth and abundance. Its symbol is arrows, representing the success of projects and goal oriented mind. The native can struggle mentally, due to over-intellectualizing their life. They can become severe and critical in nature. Although the represent the return of the light, they can struggle with reaching their light, and may turn to intellectualizing their emotions.
🌷 Punarvasu career paths: 🌷
-Acting, drama, entertainment, politics, writers/publisher, spiritual teacher.
🦢 Ardra’s career path: 🦢
-writer, teacher, hospice work, social services, public relations, sales, athlete.
🌷 Mrigashira career path: 🌷
-writer, poet, astrologer, researcher, engineer, gemologist, acting profession, real estate, music.
🦢 Rohini career path: 🦢
-politician, authority positions, musician, hotel business, fashion designer, model, artist, actor
🌷 Krittika career path: 🌷
-spiritual teacher, advisor, mentor, musician, dancer, singer, modeling, fashion, military career.
🦢 Bharani career path: 🦢
-publisher, writer, film/music industry, astrologer, psychologist, lawyer, financial consultant, occultist, entrepreneur.
🌷 Ashwini career path: 🌷
-psychologist, therapist, physician, reiki healer, military personnel, police, criminal courts, salespeople.
Thank ya’ll so much for reading! 🌷❤️ Please enjoy and feel free to comment, follow and reblog! Do ya’ll want a part 2? 👀
Paid Readings! 🦢❤️
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c-u-c-koo-4-40k · 3 months ago
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occasionally-poetic · 18 days ago
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marauders characters’ ethnicities/religions/languages
just my own HCs so don’t get offended!
jayaram fleamont potter
(tells people to call him j or jamie bc its easier, so everyone assumes his real name is james, and he doesn’t correct them)
indian hindu on his mum’s side (tamil nadu specifically)
effie comes from a rich tamil pureblood family (many pureblood families name their children something greek/latin, thus ‘euphemia’), and teaches jamie hindi, tamil and some greek
his tamil is great and he’s fluent in writing/reading as well as speaking, writing letters to effie from hogwarts in tamil
his hindi is okay, mostly with reading and talking, his writing is pretty limited
his greek is godawful and he’s barely conversational, much to effie’s dismay
(non-practicing) catholic chilean on his dad’s side
monty is (obviously) a potter, and most of his relatives live in chile or south america, but his parents moved to england for hogwarts (didn’t want him going to school on another continent to them)
he’s a practicing hindu with his mum (monty doesn’t really get it because he doesn’t speak a word of hindi so he just smiles and nods)
he speaks english and (chilean) spanish, which he teaches jamie, who speaks/reads/writes it as fluently as his english and tamil
sirius orion black
he is heir of the noble and most ancient house of black so he’s the french-est pureblooded-est guy you’ll ever meet
especially pureblooded because he’s the product of incest (his parents are second cousins) (canon)
the black family are french, owning many estates there, etc., but have lived in england for generations (his great-grandparents migrated and now they only visit france in the summer sometimes)
catholic (receiving NOO criticism here bc this is canon (no its not)) with intense religious trauma and internalised homophobia (not projecting at all whaaaaat)
sort of converts to judaism (ish?) he makes remus explain it all and siri thinks its sooo fascinating so he gets a menorah for the dorm for hanukah and buys a torah to study and remus is so happy
speaks french as his first language, and latin and greek fluently from tutoring, but only started to learn english for hogwarts (is so bad at it in first year omg)
remus yohanan lupin
(I KNOW HIS CANON MIDDLE NAME IS JOHN BUT HE IS SO JEWISH CODED TO ME SO HERE’S THE HEBREW FORM OF JOHN INSTEAD X)
polish-jewish on his dad’s side (lyall was evacuated to wales in ww2, when he was about 10, and hope’s parents looked after him until he graduated hogwarts and started dating hope (they literally adored him and helped raise remus I DONT CARE))
protestant welsh on his mum’s side (didn’t really practice her faith though - just brought them all to church on christmas eve and easter sunday)
interfaith household + being a patrilineal jew (more not fitting in angst for remus guys!)
spoke english and welsh at home, equally fluent (lyall picked up welsh while living with hope’s parents), and hebrew too from his hebrew sunday school
lyall tried (and failed) to teach him polish, as that was his first language, so remus can speak a very basic amount of polish, mostly swearing and children’s lullabies (marlene teaches him more at hogwarts so they can gossip!)
not very orthodox jews, but celebrate jewish holidays and go to the synagogue on sabbath (and he wears a necklace of the star of david that belonged to lyall’s late mother)
pieter daan pettigrew
(anglicised his name for hogwarts because everyone called him p-eye-ter (like actual pie + ‘ter’))
protestant dutch on his mum’s side (but she went to hogwarts!)
protestant english on his dad’s side
parents were ‘born again’ christians so they were very devout (grace before every meal, helping out at church every sunday, bible study every morning, etc)
peter never really believed in any of it, and would often go to jamie’s to avoid having to go
he spoke english with his dad and half-brother, but solely dutch with his mum and his other siblings. he was also taught latin before hogwarts (pureblood things) and absolutely HATED it (he was probably dyslexic and often found himself changing language in the middle of his talking exams)
picked up a fair bit of tamil from jamie and effie (aka his second mum) and absolutely LOVED the potters’ diwali party (literally the highlight of his year)
let me know any other characters i should do!! and if you disagree feel free to leave your HCs in the comments, but please respect that people have different opinions xx
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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 1 year ago
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post-s2. good omens mascot here, coping unhealthily.
This is the first proper post I'm writing since the audio breakdown, good thing I queued a POTC one last week, I suppose. Yes I slept through the entire day today, missed the theatre workshop I was supposed to attend and may or may not be listening to A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square on loop. Have an update on my coping because my social life and family are both Tumblr now:
Every song is about them now. A lot were before, but now every single one. Even an old Hindi song from a 1900s Indian military movie that I have not watched, by the way. But the lyrics (thank you Google translate) are: Everybody wants a handful of the sky, everybody searches for a handful of the sky, there is a world waiting to be hugged to the chest, the moon is a fair full of stars, but this heart is still lonely. And of course that makes me think of Crowley as the starmaker. Ow.
I made the very intelligent decision to rewatch the first three episodes of season 2, knowing what the Job minisode and the Edinburgh minisode do to me. I'll be here clutching Crowley, well, hugging him close to the chest, just like that song... ah, fuck, here we go again.
I listened to you all and am drinking a lot of water, since my tear ducts were emptied yesterday and now I'm unable to cry. I also ate too much chocolate.
I searched for sad Aziracrow edits and watched them. Don't look at me. I'm in a hell of my own creation.
I used too many emotions last night and now I feel hollow and achy. Maybe I should cope with humour and write the summaries.
Or maybe that will backfire and I will be filled with horrifying levels of emotion.
I slept. A lot. Many hours. Lots sleep.
So. Well. You know. Adopted child of divorce. You were all right, this is exactly like dealing with a breakup or divorce, but much more painful.
Someone please, please, please stop me from clicking the Crowley whump tag to find fanfiction.
I remember my initial Good Omens posts. I remember calling the fandom sad, desperate, queer and masochistic, and also pointing out how you all blame Neil and then sit and make headcanons that are a hundred times worse than canon.
I was so right. Look at me now, sad, desperate, queer and masochistic, making headcanons that are a hundred times worse than canon.
Wahoo.
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hotvintagepoll · 10 months ago
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Anne Baxter (The Ten Commandments, All About Eve)—her soft, gentle voice in "all about eve", those gentle eyes with something odd behind them, the way she flips from Sweet Innocent to Viper on a dime......there was something Built Different about anne baxter, man, and it makes her so good for playing people who are Built Wrong. also one of my favorite batmen villains (her joint episode w vincent price is a delight) and of course I'm obsessed with her columbo episode where she bosses around edith head and does fabulous movie star things for no good reason. and i would be REMISS if i didn't mention her slink—oh the slink—in the ten commandments...................pardon me i must go think of sinning again
Waheeda Rehman (Chaudhvin Ka Chand, Pyaasa, Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam)—90+ films and counting, an absolute legend of Hindi cinema. When I see her in Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam it makes me want to chew glass
This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Anne Baxter:
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The prettiest murderer in that film. Just so beautifully evil as Nefertari.
Anne Baxter was part of my Bisexual Awakening. My family has a tradition that every Palm Sunday we watch The ten commandments on TV together... And starting from a very young age, I essentially developed a crushes on Anne Baxter's Nefertiri & Yul Brynner's Ramses. Dude, the woman was HOT! They both were! My crush definitely wasn't helped by the fact that Anne Baxter's costumes were a bit on the sheer side. She had a way of capturing you with her eyes, and I never understood why Charlton heston's Moses didn't just have a threesome with Nefertiri and Ramses. LOL
Her Nefertiri in The Ten Commandments was FORMATIVE TO ME. If not the hottest old movie lady, then she definitely played the hottest old movie character. if that makes sense.
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Look. Listen. I only *just* discovered her on a post from the Have You Seen This Romcom poll blog. Saw she had the same last name as me and went OOH hi hello. Went to her IMdB and saw she was born in Indiana like moi. I am now even more intrigued. Been eagerly telling my partner this, and he was like "maybe you guys are distantly related?" And after 2 hrs of going down the tumblr tag + her imdb photos, I'm In Deep(tm) and I can't stop looking at her like 😍 When I go to my grandma's house, bet your ass I'm gonna check my grandpa's genealogy and see if we're somehow related. Sorry that's not really propaganda I just got real excited, esp when I saw that the submission deadline was extended (bless your soul). Narrowing down the movies where she's hottest in was Hell tyvm. I've only just discovered her, she looks gorgeous to me in every movie still I see of her gdi lol.
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Waheeda Rehman propaganda:
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frangipanilove · 9 months ago
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Full Circle Apple Symbolism; Rick's "Resurrection" in TOWL
From TWD 10x13 What We Become to TOWL 1x6 The Last Time
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Apple symbolism was always tied to Rick and Michonne specifically, but in a more general sense, it tells a story about reunion, rebirth and resurrection.
In TWD 10x13 What We Become, Michonne went with Virgil to his island, because he insisted there were weapons to be found there, and Michonne needed weapons for the Whisperers war.
Once there, things took a turn. There were no weapons, and Virgil wasn't in a great place, psychologically speaking. He was confused and traumatized after the loss of his wife and children. He trapped Michonne in a room, and poisoned her by mixing Jimsonweed into her tea.
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My favorite way to decipher symbolism in TWDU is through etymology. Almost everything in TWDU has multiple layers of symbolism, and an etymology search is helpful in most cases. This one was no exception; the name Jimsonweed is ultimately derived from a Hindi name which translates to "thorn apple".
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Yup. Jimsonweed is ultimately an apple reference. In fact, "Jimsonweed" goes under the name "thorn apple" in many languages, my own included.
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The first apple reference of the episode came as we watched Virgil pick the hallucinogenic plant immediately after the opening credits. There would be more to come later...
Michonne did not have a pleasant reaction to the drug. She hallucinated herself in a series of alternate existences, such as being one of the Saviors, and not being around her real family. After the drugs wore off, she overpowered Virgil, and scolded him for putting her in a drugged out state where she experienced having temporarily lost her family:
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Then she asked him about his hallucinations:
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And this is where we start to touch on the true meaning behind the symbolism around apples. Because, unlike Michonne, Virgil experienced that the hallucinogenic thorn apple brought his family back to him:
"What do you see when you're tripping anyway?"
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"Lisa with that damn camera pointed at everyone.
My babies.
Bobby and me lying on the roof of that Annex, looking up at the stars."
It brought his family back.
Virgil wasn't primarily evil, he was broken from the trauma of losing his family.
There's a parallel with Rick there. Where Rick survived in the CRM by meeting up with his loved ones in his dreams, Virgil got to be with his family by taking hallucinogenic herbs. They both found ways to stay close to their loved ones through an altered state, Rick through his dreams, Virgil through the thorn apple tea.
On a surface level, it's clear that Michonne had a bad trip from the thorn apple, and that she was shook by what she experienced as a temporary loss of her family. She was rightfully angry about having been drugged. Virgil, more confused and traumatized than evil, explained that he had wanted to help her because he could tell she was in pain over having lost loved ones, much like himself.
Michonne was not impressed, but at the very least she didn't kill him.
However, under the surface, the apple symbolism heralds "reunion, rebirth and resurrection", something which she was about to discover:
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Virgil took her to a boat marked with the numbers 672, in which she found Rick's boots and an Apple iPhone with etchings of herself and Judith. It was the same boat we later saw in 11x24 Rest In Peace, when we saw Rick throw his backpack onboard, before being recaptured.
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This is the first "proof of life" both we, the audience, and Michonne got from Rick, and it was the apple symbolism that led us here. Because, apple symbolism is about reunion, resurrection and rebirth.
As we know, finding the Apple iPhone and his boots was what convinced her Rick could be alive, it was what encouraged her to leave to search for Rick.
We recently watched her succeed at finding him in TOWL, but not without some resistance from a deeply traumatized Rick.
In TOWL 1x4 What We, which is the episode where Rick fully "came back", the episode where he finally broke free and chose "life" with Michonne over staying "dead" in the CRM, we learned that he had initially gotten through the days in the CRM by meeting up with Carl in his dreams.
Then that had stopped, Carl had stopped coming to him in his dreams.
Michonne had gotten an iPhone with an etching of Carl, and implored Rick to do what Carl would have wanted him to do, which led to a psychological breakthrough for Rick.
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This was Rick's true "resurrection", this was when he fully "surrendered" to Michonne, to his family, to "life". It was the Apple iPhone with Carl's picture that truly made Michonne able to reach through to him, through all the layers of trauma and isolation accumulated over time.
On a symbolic level, the apple symbolism and the Apple iPhones were what facilitated this reunion between Rick and Michonne. He had survived in the CRM by "being dead", then the Apple iPhone with Carl's picture "brought him back to life".
This symbolized Rick's "resurrection", this was the true purpose of the apple symbolism all along. Apple symbolism is about "reunion, resurrection and rebirth"!
Similarly, it was the Apple iPhone Michonne found in the boat on Virgil's island that made her believe that Rick could truly be alive, it was the Apple iPhone that convinced her he was out there, that made her go out searching for him.
Apple symbolism as something that heralds reunion, resurrection and rebirth had started with Virgil picking the white thorne apple flower in 10x13 What We Become, and was fulfilled with Rick's "resurrection" in TOWL 1x4 What We.
In 1x6 The Last Time, we see Rick utilize this new insight during Major General Beale's Echelon briefing:
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"He brought me back".
The Apple iPhone with Carl's picture brought him back. Back to Michonne, back to his family, back to himself, back to life.
Just like how the thorn apple tea brought Virgil's family back to him, the Apple iPhone with Carl's picture brought Rick back to his family.
Then finally, we see the apple symbolism fulfilled one last time:
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We see Michonne holding the Apple iPhone she originally found on Virgil's island, the one that convinced her that Rick could be alive, the one that prompted her to go out searching for him. We see this phone, with etchings of herself and Judith just as the apple symbolism comes full circle:
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The final reunion, resurrection and rebirth!
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manzis-world · 2 months ago
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Jegulus micro- fic
Regulus Black doesn't do romance, and he certainly doesn't fall in love with his brother's best friend, who's currently singing a Hindi song onstage with his stupid cousin, who's come from India to live with James's family. When James's cousin arrived, Regulus wasn't jealous; he surely didn't look like he wanted to rip her away from James - not that he had any claim on James, who was, after all, his brother Sirius's best friend, whose biceps looked rather appealing. Not that he noticed.
Just when he was about to leave the room, his soon-to-be ex-best friend Pandora asked James to sing a romantic Hindi song for them, despite knowing how it would affect him. Before he could even escape, his new best friend Peter took the stage with the cousin, so he decided to stay - not because James had started singing and he was too mesmerized to move, or because James was only looking at him while he sang, and he couldn't even remember what he was thinking until someone spoke beside him.
"He must really love you," she said. It was James's cousin. She should have guessed he didn't understand what she said, because she continued, "The song is one of the most romantic songs of all time. It means... sometimes a thought comes to mind that you were made just for me. Before this, you lived in the stars; you were sent to Earth just for me." She turned to look at the stage and said, "Also, in our culture, we don't marry within the family, so you don't have to worry about me." And with that, she was gone again."
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rrcraft-and-lore · 10 months ago
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Monkey Man and why I loved the heck out of it
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At it's core, it's a Bollywood flick presented to the West with familiar nods to previous action films - I definitely picked up hints of Tony Jaa's influence on Asian action flicks throughout.
It's heavily focused on police corruption, something commented a lot about in India, and here, more importantly, Indian films. Just like America has its love affair with mobster flicks, Bollywood has a long history featuring films that showcase police corruption, sometimes tied into political extremism, fanatical or greedy religious leaders, and Monkey Man comments on all this as well and pays nods to that commonality. We've got televangelists and religious leaders in the states funnelling money, preaching prosperity gospel, and using it to influence politics and fund lavish lifestyles here.
Monkey Man shows this happening in India, and is filled with Indian culture and symbolism through out. The focus on Hanuman, the god and one worshiped by the strong, chaste, wrestlers, champions, and fighters. It's a common thing to have a household deity if you will. Some families might choose to focus worship on Ganesh, others Hanuman, some might do Mata Rani or Lakshmi. Here, it's the divine Vanara (monkey people race) - one of the Chiranjivi - immortals/forever-lived.
Hanuman. Themes of rebirth, common in South Asian history and mythology are present from Kid being a ringer, beat up fighter getting whooped for money to being reborn and facing his trauma through a ritual/meditate process that I don't want to get too much into to not spoil the movie. Post that, he begins his own self alchemy to really become the true Monkey Man. Nods to Ramayama, and an unapologetically Indian story featuring dialogues throughout in Hindi - don't worry, there are subtitles.
And of course a love for action flicks before it, all the way back to Bruce Lee. A beautiful use tbh of an autorickshaw (and you might know them as tuk-tuks in Thailand) which are popular in India with an added kick...I swear, that thing had to be modified with a hayabusa motor. Which is an actual thing people do - modding those dinky rickshaws with motorcycle engines, and considering they weigh nothing at all, they can REALLY FLY once you do that.
Monkey Man brings to the big screen other elements of India people might not know about, such as the gender non conforming and trans community that has a long history in India, presenting them as action stars as they go up against a system of corrupt elites oppressing part of the city, marginalized communities, and minority voices as depicted in the film. I'm not sure if people are going to get all of that without having the context, but I love that it does it without holding anyone's hands.
It's a fun action flick to see in the age of superhero films, and I say that as an obvious superhero/sff nerd. Also loved that Dev included a little bit about Hanuman's own story in the film, and the loss of his powers - almost mirrored by Kid's own loss of self/skills, strength until he confronts his trauma and is reborn, and in fact, remade (not necessarily the same). Also, the use of music was brilliant, including one scene with a tabla (the paired hand drums of south asia) - and Indian music is central to Indian stories.
This is a culture with evidence going back to the Paleolithic with cave murals showing art of Indian dance nearly 30,000 years ago. Yeah, that far back. As well as Mesolithic period art depicting musical instruments such as gongs, lyres, and more.
Indian music is some of the earliest we can find that has high developed beat and rhythm structures such as 5, 7, 9 and now the extremely common and known 4/4 and 3/4 - which so much of Western music is built upon. The foundations and experimentation of/in Jazz. John Coltrane and John Cage were heavily inspired by Indian music and incorporated a lot from it into their works. And Monkey Man blends Eastern and Western music through the narrative as comfortably as it does an Indian story in a very familiar Western accessible structure.
Dev did a wonderful job. And thanks to Jordan Peele for bringing it to screens.
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hobiebrownismygod · 1 year ago
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Let's talk about Desi representation again!!
I don't talk about this stuff often but when I do, I have some strong ass opinions
and yes I'm gonna be talking about none other than Pavitr Prabhakar at the end cuz he's just special to me <3
Hollywood is lagging behind on Desi representation
You'd think one of the biggest film industries in the world would be able to represent us properly, considering the fact that we make up the largest group of South-Asian Americans and the second largest group of Asian-Americans in the US, but instead-
Western Television forces Indians to conform to harmful stereotypes
Some of the most popular Desi characters on screen are Raj Koothrappali from the Big Bang Theory, Devi Vishwakumar from Never Have I Ever and Kelly Kapoor from the Office.
Indian men are almost always portrayed as robotics engineers and computer whizzes, but with terrible social intellect, making them seem like awkward nerds.
Indian women are almost always portrayed as "whitewashed", or wanting to appear more western, with zero understanding of their own culture or language along with an unrelenting need for attention from white friends/colleagues.
These are both based on stereotypes that Indian culture is "toxic" and "too traditional" and that Indians are only interested in studies.
Most Desi characters in western media have stories that are solely based around their ethnicity and/or racial stereotypes.
British television actually showcases a lot more representation than Hollywood does
I was watching Polite Society, a movie starring two Pakistani characters as the main leads, and there was a dance scene where both the leads are wearing traditional desi attire. My mom turned over, looked at me, and asked, "Is this Hollywood? It can't be."
And she was right. It's a British movie with British-Pakistani actors.
The reason she didn't believe that it could've been Hollywood was because the dresses the two leads were wearing were traditional and beautiful and the song playing in the background was authentic Hindi music, not some random westernized DJ version of it.
A Hollywood movie would've never dressed up their Desi actors in actually flattering attire (*cough cough the Patel twins from Harry Potter) or have used real, popular Desi music in the background.
You see my point?
It is so uncommon to see well-thought-out Desi representation in TV nowadays, where to see real diversity we have to watch movies made by the same country that colonized us.
Ironic.
British movies/shows with desi leads have far better South Asian representation than anything I've seen in Hollywood recently.
The Hollywood movies starring Indian leads, like Slumdog Millionaire or Bend it like Beckham were filmed in the UK, and because they were filmed in the UK, they had fantastic South Asian representation.
Not only does Hollywood refuse to create shows and movies about real problems that South Asians face, but they also don't cast South Asian actors in good roles.
When's the last time you saw a South Asian actor playing a character that wasn't a walking stereotype? When's the last time you saw a South Asian actor playing a character that was a genuine part of the story rather than just comedic relief or a random smart kid in the classroom?
Not often, right?
Me, personally, I didn't grow up with a lot of South Asian characters or actors in shows/movies that I watched. In fact, every time someone even close to my skin color showed up on TV, I was on the edge of my seat because it was just so rare to see it.
This is why representation matters.
You've heard about all the young girls with braids being so excited when the new little mermaid with Halle Bailey came out. Well, us desi kids wanted that too.
I wanted to see a Telugu speaking girl with wavy hair and dark skin who would wear traditional clothing to Desi get-togethers and parties, go to the temple with her family, eat vegetarian Indian meals, etc...
I wanted to see a character who was a representation of me and my experiences as an Indian-American. I wanted to see a character that was at least a representation of Indians or just South Asians in general.
Instead, we were given characters that ridiculed their own culture, were extreme stereotypes and furthered the existence of casual racism in western society today. So many Desi kids experience small acts of racism on a daily basis because people have been so desensitized to the existence of these stereotypes.
Telling South Asians that their culture is a joke and feeding non-asian children media which pokes fun at other cultures is harmful, not only to us South Asians but also communities that could end up being targeted next.
Pavitr Prabhakar; Representation Matters
If you've been following me or if we're mutuals, you probably know I have a tiny obsession with Pavitr Prabhakar. But why?
Because of all the reasons I just listed.
There are few South Asian characters us Desis can look up to these days, and Pavitr Prabhakar is one of the maybe two or three characters who have great writing, magnificent representation, and overall a fun vibe.
He's likable, funny, smart and best of all, unapologetically Desi.
He's just like all the other side characters, with a little bit of his own culture mixed in. He's not being shoved down our throats to further an agenda about fake diversity, he's not a walking stereotype and best of all, he was designed by Indian creators.
He's refreshing and exciting to follow in a world full of a demand for half-hearted representations and the people who created him were obviously putting their hearts and souls into it.
He's awoken a love for Indian culture amongst, not only Desi children themselves but also among westerners who, prior to this, had thought of India as a "3rd world" country, because that's the agenda that Hollywood pushes onto many South Asian countries today.
WE LOVE PAVITR PRABHAKAR!!
This was kinda all over the place but I just had to get this off my chest <3
Sources:
https://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/2021/06/10/discrimination-against-indian-americans-happens-more-than-you-might-think/
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Hey girly, do u tk requests?? If so can u plz do Kenan y. W a desi reader? It can be a fluff or whatever u like 💗
bf!kenan x desi!reader headcanons
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bf!kenan who tries to learn as much as he can about your culture.
bf!kenan who learns hindi or your native language to impress you and your family.
bf!kenan who can't eat anything spicy but really loves the spicy foods.
bf!kenan who calls you "meri jaan" (my life).
bf!kenan who loves when you wear traditional kurtis and sarees.
bf!kenan who does the "hayeee" expression with a hand on his heart. (yaar me and who)
bf!kenan who recreates all the iconic bollywood moments with you.
bf!kenan who becomes a bollywood enthusiast when he starts dating you.
bf!kenan who loves to go on street food dates. he definitely has an unhealthy obsession with pani puris.
bf!kenan who loves when you apply mehndi (henna) on your hands. he definitely dots way too much after you when you have henna clad hands.
bf!kenan who demands you to put mehndi every festival.
bf!kenan who enjoys so much in a big fat desi wedding.
bf!kenan who starts using random hindi words in daily conversations.
"bhai (bro) let's go there tomorrow" "haa haa (yes) sure" "he's pagal (insane)"
bf!kenan who looks like a bomb in kurta. (likeeee imagine him with black kurta and folded sleeves mai mar gayi)
bf!kenan who side eyes people who say chai tea.
bf!kenan who will match his kurta to your saree. (bhagwan mai kab)
bf!kenan who had a hard time convincing your desi parents that he indeed is a good boyfriend for their daughter, but now gets damaad (son in law) treatment from them. your parents call him "beta" (son) and he loves every second of it.
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an; THIS IS WHAT I WANT OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DESI READER REQUEST 🌷🌷🌷my mind is completely blank rn omg so sorry this was short but more desi!reader x someone soon???
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DAY 5671
Jalsa, Mumbai Aug 27, 2023 Sun 1:11 PM
Birthday - EF - Sandeep Singh Sandhu , Monday, 28 August .. greetings and love from the Ef family .. ❤️🙏
The Hindi retort to the BBC comment on twitter was put up yesterday .. and AG Anthony did a translate as asked .. which was and is good .. but I felt one or two points needed a slight change .. so here they are ..
वो देश, जिसके संग्रहालयों का खज़ाना, केवल दुनिया से लूटे गए मूल्यवान वस्तुओं से भरा है,
that country, whose Museums are decorated and filled with the 'loot' ( a Hindi word, copied and now accepted in the English British BBC dictionary) of valued stolen artifacts and materials of the World ..
वो देश, जो मसाले की खोज में भारत आया, उसे लूटा, लोगों को मानव निर्मित अकाल में झोंका और आज भी जिसके खानों से मसाले गायब हैं,
that country, that ostensibly came to India in search of spices, and then 'looted' colonised and began ruling over us .. that created a man made famine - the dreaded Bengal famine , where they starved the locals, so England could get the food, shipped out to them .. and building a thick bush wall around the territory and borders of Bengal, so none of the famished could seek food and survival by crossing over to the rest of the Country .. that country where spices are NOT an ingredient of their food .. ( or as AG Anthony put it , do not have mines that procure spices .. though the food thought is better, because we are talking of famine and food ) ..
वो देश, जिसे अपने ही इजाद किए खेल का विश्व कप जीतने में बरसों लग गए वो देश, जिसका सूरज कभी अस्त नही�� होता था, पर आज भी अपने अंतरिक्ष संस्थान का नाम दुनिया तक नहीं पहुंचा पाया है,
that country that were the inventors of the game ( ref to Cricket ), took years themselves, to win the World Cup (in Cricket) ..
that country that prided itself by stating 'the sun never sets on its territory' .. or whose 'sun never sets' , even till today, has not been able to put their name in the World of SPACE ..
आज हमें ज्ञान दे रहा है?
that country , today imparts 'gyaan' to us .. trying to teach us knowledge and learning ..
हम भारतीयों ने दुनिया को अद्भुत संरचनाएं दीं, कला दी और भारतीय दर्शन से संस्कृतियों को प्रभावित किया और आज भी कर रहे हैं
we Indians , have given the World incredible and most unique architectural structures , art forms , and impressed the entire World with the most treasured cultures .. and still continue to do so each day ..
हम भारतीयों ने अपने मसालों और अपनी पाक शास्त्र का परचम दुनिया के कोने कोने में लहराया है
we Indians have 'flown the flag' .. an emblem of our exalted presence .. of our 'spices' and the purity of our scriptures and its divinity, to all the corners of the World ..
हमने दूसरों के इजाद किए खेल न केवल सीखे, पर उनमें महारत भी प्राप्त की और धुरंधरों को धूल चटाई है
we have not only learnt those games invented by others and created victory and success in them .. making the opposition and champions of the game 'bite the dust' in competition ..
हमने न केवल चांद और तारों पर कविताएं लिखी, न केवल उनको देखकर सपने बुने, परंतु चांद पर भारतीय तिरंगा लहराया और अंतरिक्ष पर निरंतर और सतत जीत की ओर अग्रसर हैं।
we have not just written poems on the stars and the moon, not just built dreams about them, BUT have placed our TRICOLOuR, our Country's Flag on them , flowing with glory .. and continue aggressively, to gain victory and WIN over SPACE ..
जो कभी हम पर राज किया करते थे, उन अंग्रेज़ों की ईर्ष्या को यह चेतावनी है - यह आग तुम्हें बस जलाएगी पर इसी आग से हम अंतरिक्ष के उस छोर पर पहुंचेंगे जहां से भारत का सूरज कभी अस्त नहीं होगा।
so they that once ruled over us , those jealous British or 'angrez' as locally called, they the envious .. a warning .. this fire will just burn you , but WE shall with this fire, reach that destination and goal , from where the SUN SHALL NEVER SET ON ITS TERRITORY .. INDIA ..
JAI HIND
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in love in gratitude and in the presence in a few hours at the GOJ to be with the wellwishers ..
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Starring Karan Soni and Jonathan Groff, A Nice Indian Boy kicks off with a whirlwind romance between Naveen and Jay, which runs into trouble when Naveen's family suddenly get involved. The result is a gorgeous, heartwarming movie that hits all the right beats you'd expect, but with a refreshing Indian spin that sets A Nice Indian Boy apart as something truly special.
Digital Spy caught up with Karan Soni and Jonathan Groff to discuss awkward singing, interracial love, and why nothing is gayer than Bollywood.
Jonathan Groff: I think it's also worth noting that [director] Roshan [Sethi] and Karan are together in real life, and the vibration of true, real love between the lead actor and the director was felt at every moment. Every crew member, everyone, just fell in love with the two of them.
I think it's unique to have a romantic comedy, particularly a gay romantic comedy, directed by and starring a couple. It makes the experience feel very familial and full of love.
KS: With the "vibrations", were you being literal there? Emotional? [Laughs].
JG: You know what vibrations I'm talking about, Karan [Laughs].
[DS] Speaking of vibrations, singing plays a big part in some key scenes, including the first date between your characters when Jay sings a Hindi number from Naveen's favourite Bollywood classic, Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge (DDLJ). Jonathan, talk us through learning the words and what that was like to perform on set.
JG: I think I got a score of like 90% from one of the guys that interviewed us before, as far as the pronunciation.
I was in the hotel in Vancouver, writing out the lyrics phonetically to that song. The character of Jay speaks Hindi, so I was supposed to know what I was saying, even though myself as the actor, Jonathan, had no idea what I was saying.
It's funny because when I performed it, I remember it not feeling awkward. As the character, I was just full of joy and felt moved to sing. But then, when I watched the movie back, I was so tickled by how awkward it was, and the way that it was written. It was essentially written this way in the script, that it cuts back and forth, so I knew that that was coming.
But it was so funny to see the pairing of that singing with the scene. It really made me laugh.
[DS] You mentioned drama, which brings me to the end of the film and that gorgeous performance at the wedding. There's a line in there that says, "Nothing is gayer than Bollywood," with all the extravagance and big camp declarations of love. Talk me through your thoughts on the ending and why it works so well within the wider context of the film.
JG: I just saw the movie for the first time on Saturday. I was so struck by the sneaky way that Roshan and Eric [Randall], the writer, loop the parents in at the end.
The speech given by Zarna [Garg] completely caught me off guard because I think I'm watching a romcom about these two men, but then I realise I'm watching a romcom about a brother and a sister. I'm watching a romcom about a mother and a father, and about their marriage, specifically, not even as parents, but as husband and wife. That really just wrecked me when I was watching. It's so emotional, so sneaky, how it takes you there.
At the end... I mean, there's nothing gayer to me than an Indian wedding. So to have such a flamboyant dance at the end that's about inclusion in every form; inclusion of the two men, inclusion of someone coming into a family, the father holding out the hand in the dance. For something to be so over the top and so flamboyant, but also feel so grounded and rooted in truth and emotion and relationships...
In the day of shooting it, I was just blown away by the dancing and the music, but when I was watching it back, I was so touched by the depth of... It sort of made me understand ceremony. It's actually like, "Oh, this is why we have ceremonies." To emphasise this very important intimate connection.
It's like the antithesis of intimacy in order to properly celebrate and acknowledge what's happening between these people. It was so beautiful. It's like, this is why we have weddings, of course.
[DS] Looking back, is there a queer show or film that really resonated with you in particular, that really spoke to you on a deeper level?
JG: I have two things that come immediately to mind. One is being in middle school and watching the first episode of Will and Grace.
In the end scene of the pilot, they're at a bar and they kiss each other to see if it will work between the two of them. And I remember my young heart being like, "Oh no. Are they just gonna be together?" Then it's this comedy moment where they break apart, and they're like, "Yeah, no. That's never happening."
The great relief of that and knowing that this was going to be a show with gay people in it — I was so far from coming out of the closet. I'd never even kissed a boy. I was years away from kissing a boy at that point — but feeling the relief of that.
Then when I saw the movie Weekend at the IFC Center. I think it was 2012, 2011? That was the first time I saw a movie, a 'gay' movie, where I felt like I was watching my life on screen. I felt so connected to the way that that Andrew Haigh shot that movie, and the way he captured the intimacy and the sex and the humanity and the conversations. That one really rocked me.
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I was completely consumed by this artwork from @tamayula-hl and the comments on it. So I churned this out 🫡 hope y’all enjoy!
Synopsis: It had been six months since the assassination of princess Miradevi Surya Lakshmi, and six months since prince consort Ominis Surya Lakshmi was completley consumed by the darkness he’d been fighting against all his life.
But that darkness suits him well, and a surprise trip to Azkaban coupled with a horrific revelation about the murder of his wife prompts the prince consort of one of the most powerful empires in the world to take advantage of his position and do what he had always sworn to do; ruthlessly destroy anyone that was involved in the death of his wife.
The explosion of a star
Ultimately, it was not the rage that drove Ominis forwards. It was not the grief, nor the brutally cruel pit of despair that propelled him forwards, day after day.
It was the emptiness. The way his heart didn’t even sink anymore when he turned over at night and his wife was not there. The way he would stand out on the balconies of the palace looking over the sprawling Indian landscape and did not expect her at his side.
The monsoons had rolled around and the empire was still in mourning over the loss of the princess. Within the palace, Ominis did not need sight to know the face that the royal family put up for their citizens was fractured perhaps beyond repair. Mira’s parents- his in laws, and the monarchs of the empire- had worn grief like an armor. Alongside her brothers, the military budget grew a little higher, the empire fortified, foreign relations stricter.
And Ominis continued on, emptiness churning in his veins- a pit of absolute nothingess, of numbness threatening to consume him.
The ‘consort’ in his title was dropped.
In a political move that even he did not forsee, his title was legitimized as one of the princes of the Surya empire- he’d never sit on the throne, of course, but the gesture was clear. The might of the Surya kingdom was not fractured by the murder of the princess, but reinforced.
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Rain lashed against the palace windows and Ominis tried to focus on its’ constant drone. He had excused himself from another meeting, another sombre, condolence- filled gathering with politicians and ministers who were so sorry about the loss of the princess, but the kingdom had to move forwards, they needed him to take her place as a liason between the wizarding and muggle communities, to continue his duties as prince consort.
He hunched over his messy desk, sweeping aside the papers scattered over it.
The tremor in his fingers was back.
“Accept it.” The words left his lips in a shaky growl. “Goddamn you, accept it. Your wife is dead. Mira is dead. You’re not getting her back, you’re never-“ his voice broke, the statements cruel to his own ears despite their truth. Miradevi was his lifeblood, the sunshine and moonlight and every spectrum of light in between that had brightened his life since he’d met her.
And now she was gone, and she was never coming back. He had failed to protect her, he’d failed, he’d failed, he had not been able to stop her from being-
“Your highness?” The low, concerned voice spoke from the other side of the ornately carved wooden doors. “Are you alright?”
Fuck.
His security detail had not given him three inches to breathe, tailing him with hawklike gazes ever since-
Ominis straightened, head tilted towards the door of his bedroom. The second he lost Mira, the second he processed what it meant, he’d moved to a different room in the palace.
A different wing altogether.
“I’m fine, Ravi. Thank you. Please, I just-“ he exhaled sharply. Come back to me, come back, I can’t do this without you-
“- need the evening to myself.”
Ominis heard a soft shuffling, a low murmur of Hindi. 
“We’ll be right outside your chambers, my prince.” Ravi called. “We will check in on you every half hour, your highness.”
“Fine.” Ominis tried hard not to snap. They were just doing their jobs.
They should have done their job while protecting my wife. My Mira, my everything-
As if trying to shake away a fly, Ominis shook his head to dispel the thoughts. The rain contiued to fall, and he had never felt so alone in his life.
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Five months later
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Ominis strode through the the palace, wand held up slightly as he navigated the halls he had called gome for so many years now. The Indian summer beat down hot and merciless beyond the cold stone of the arching walls as he made his way to the court.
Moonstone eyes glinted steel as he flicked his wand and the doors swept open, allowing him to walk into the opulent, stately chamber. The war room was an architectural marvel and scoping it out with his wand took his breath away, no matter the fact that the Surya empire had been his home for three years now.
But the wonder he once felt had melted away, sequestered deep wherever the rest of his emotions had been buried, trapped and dead like fossils under layers upon layers of soil.

In the center of the room stood a table scattered with maps and little figurines. And around the table stood some of the most powerful people in the empire.
“Crown prince Arjun. Prince Bharat.” Ominis bowed before each of his brothers in law, firmly ignoring the fact that he barely recognized his own voice. When had that razor-sharp harshness crept in? The edge of cruelty?
Perhaps it had bloomed with the first man Ominis killed in connection with his wife’s assasination. Perhaps it had flourished under the generous offer of ruby- dark blood he’d devotedly spilt in his princess’s name. Perhaps it had only been growing since, as the pile of bodies began to grow in the wake of the widowed prince.

“Ominis.” The crown prince nodded, before gesturing the the handful of ministers assembled to leave. Without a word of protest, they obeyed, shuffling out with quiet murmurs and closing the heavy doors behind them. The war room fell silent for a moment.
Two men grieved the loss of their sister. One man grieved the loss of his wife.
All three were hellbent on vengance.
“We’ve neutralized and eliminated every single threat that was even remotely involved in the assasination of my sister.” Prince Bharat easily knocked down a few of the figures standing on the table. “But whoever orchestrated it covered their tracks well. Nobody was aware of the full scheme, and key actors only knew bits and pieces, which means-“
“Whoever organized it is powerful.” Ominis finished his sentence, his voice cold. “We’ve known for a while that this was not a random act of violence. The security is too tight and the act was well planned. Premeditation indicates-“
“Wealth.” Arjun stepped in. The crown prince’s eyes- once a mirror image of his little sister’s soft, sparkling gaze- were now alight with rage. “Power. They had influence, they had the funds to carry out the necessary bribery, and we cannot rule out financially backed militias.”
“And, most obviously, it was a wizard that.. did it.” Ominis’ voice lowered, rough as serrated glass. “She was- they used a killing curse. And all of the people I’ve… disposed of, so far, have been wizards. No muggles involved.”
Arjun and Bharat exchanged a quick glance. 
“A letter arrived for you today. From that prison your people have. I don’t know if it has anything to do with.. with her, but if it does-“
Ominis took the outstretched letter from the crown prince, brows drawing together. He knew no one in Azkaban, and had cut most of of his ties in Britain save for Sebastian and Anne. Even his contact with them had gotten shaky since Mira’s death. He raised his wand, running it over the grimy envelope, noting that, sure enough, it was sent from the limited post Azkaban offered. He cut open the letter with a quick flick of his wand, unfolding it.
The rain fell harder beyond the palace walls as Ominis’ wand relayed the words on the dirt- streaked page. His brows drew closer together and a snarl slowly curled his lips.
Lightning cracked suddenly, forking across the sky in a blinding sizzle of white followed by a clap of thunder. Arjun raised his brows, looking at his brother in law.
Magic curled at his fingertips as crack after crack of lightning lit up the skies, responding to his surging emotions. Ominis’ fingers shook slightly but this time it was from rage. 
Wealth.
Power.
Influence.
“My father is in Azkaban.” Ominis’ voice was tight, shaking with barely supressed rage. “I had no idea he was imprisoned and quite frankly I’m not in the least bit upset about it. But he expressed a wish to talk with me, regarding the tragic loss of my wife.” His gaze darkened, the sparks at his fingertips setting the letter alight. 

Arjun and Bharat exchanged glances again. The Gaunt family had been vicious in their dislike of Miradevi, and their hatred of muggles had not earned them any approval in the Surya empire, which was a healthy mix of wizarding and magical peoples. They were vocal dissenters to the empire’s ‘radical, harmful regime’ but ultimately could do nothing about it when their son became the kingdom’s prince consort.
But perhaps-
Arjun spoke up, and Ominis was not imagining the hint of accusation that hung like poison in his voice. “They have the means. The fanatical obsession with curbing our empire’s growth and eradicating support for the progrssive policies you and Mira championed. Not to mention their disapproval of all of us being non magical.” The crown prince paused, casting a look at his brother in law.
“We cannot rule out the fact that your family had something to do with Mira’s death.”
“If they did, Arjun-“ Ominis’ voice was strangely calm as he burnt the letter to a crisp in the palm of his hand. “-If they had the slightest, most miniscule involvement in the death of my wife, then every last one of them will die screaming. I swear it.”
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Securing an international portkey to Britain had been easy enough. He was a prince. And for better or worse, he now had quite the reputation.
Getting to Azkaban had also been easy. What had not been easy was being back in Britain, back where him and Miradevi had first met. Her ghost lingered everywhere, the faint melody of her laugh somehow trapped in the wind that rushed through the bare branches of dead pine trees, that scent of jasmine lingering just out of reach.
Ominis stepped off the creaking wooden boat onto the algae- slick, stone platform that led into the prison. The warden leading him through seemed far too delighted at the state of the place, proud of the mildew rotted and frigid rain- soaked conditions the prisoners had to endure. Ominis lifted his chin and lowered his wand, striding through the stone halls, the low wails of the inmates ringing in his ears.
Sudden as a striking anvil, a wave of pure despair rushed over him, nearly sending him to his knees. Memories he had shoved down and locked away, memories he swore he’d never unearth slammed against his psyche.
“The princess is gone. She was found-“ 
“Her body-“ 
“-funeral arrangements, your highness-“
“-deepest sympathies, my prince-“
“That’ll be the dementors, my leige.” The warden didn’t seem the slightest bit affected, a glint in his eyes. “You think you could take care of it, or would you need me to step in?”
Ominis growled, low. He would not be made a mockery of. Drawing his wand, he arced it over his head like he was cracking a whip. His magic obeyed, surging to life at his fingertips, yearning to be set loose.
“Pestis incendium.”
Witnessing not a patronus but a stream of fiendfyre sweep in a blaze from the prince’s wand, the warden decided he’d not try and push any further. He fell silent as the roar of flames swept outwards through the high, narrow stone walls, slamming the dementors back into the cracks the creatures had seeped from.
“Where is my father.” Ominis demanded, voice a cold contrast to the spell he’d just performed. “I want to make this visit as short as possible.”
“Right here, your highness.”
The warden gestured at a cell, before bowing- lower, this time- and backing away.
Ominis heard the low, rasping breathing, the aristocracy his father still carried in his voice despite his new lodgings. Once, he would have felt a tendril of fear snake through his veins. Once, he would had flinched at the way Erasmus Gaunt stood and loomed before him.
Not now.
Now, he was steel and blood and the promise of death.
“My prince.” His father’s voice was mocking. “It’s good to see you responded so quickly to my summons. Perhaps you still remember your roots after all. Perhaps that mudblood of yours has not addled your mind beyond repair-“
Ominis struck like a snake.
He didn’t bother with a wand as his arms shot out, latching onto his father’s prison robes, slamming him close against the bars. He relished in the subsequent groan of pain, yearned to draw screams instead. 
“Speak one word against her and I’ll cut your tongue out. And I will do it the muggle way.” Ominis hissed. “Why did you want to meet me? Why did you say you have information on what happened to Mira?”
Erasmus Gaunt managed a laugh, his teeth smeared red. “Right to business? Very well.” He pulled away, staggering slightly. Ominis could tell his father was weaker, diminished.
“You’re in over your head. I want you to know that the people involved in your precious wife being slaughtered have taken many measures to prevent them being caught, but they miscalculated.” His father gave a wheezing sort of laugh. “A return to our former glory, they promised us. I should have known-“
“Who is they.” Ominis leaned closer, a quaver of anticipation in his voice. Of bloodlust. “And are you saying someone got you to have a hand in it?”
His father was silent for a moment. “If I had known all it would take for you to finally live up to the Gaunt name was to kill your little plaything, I would have done so years ago.”
Ominis was deadly silent for a moment as he straightened up, tilted his head, and marked exactly where his father was by listening carefully for a second to his breathing.
His wand was already in his hand, and the cruciatus curse embraced Erasmus Gaunt as his son stood there and listened to him scream.
“If you’re done making comments about my wife, let’s move on.” Ominis heard his father gasping for breath, curled on the stone floor of his cell. “What was your involvement, who ordered it, and why.”
“She was touting nonsense that would have destroyed us.” There was pure loathing in Gaunt Sr.’s eyes as he looked at his son. “Fairytales about muggle-wizard integration, equal rights for werewolves, rubbish that would have set us back. She thought she could come in with the foolish laws of her empire, and we’d follow suit. Britain is the last stronghold for blood purity, and she was going to break it down.”
“So you killed her.” Something was eating away at Ominis’ gut, that familiar feeling of dark magic thrashing in his veins, begging to be released. “But who- and I will not ask this again- enabled you to do it?”
Erasmus laughed softly. 
“You know. You know damn well who has the power to use me and throw me in Azkaban instead of fulfiling their promise without fear of retribution.”
Ominisdrew back and for the first time, pure shock crossed his features. If what his father was implying was true-
“That’s impossible.” He whispered. “That’s impossible, you’re lying to me-“
“Don’t be stupid. Think. You know I’m not.”
“Why would you tell me?” Ominis leaned in, voice lowered. “Because they completely fucked you over, is that why? What do you get out of this?”
“Something’s different. I can smell the dark magic on you, boy. You’ll make their lives a living hell, I know it.” His father grinned, a glint in his eyes. “I’m proud of you. And if killing the mudblood was what it took, then I don’t regret it.”
A calmness, a stillness settled over Ominis. The path forwards was clear. But his father’s words rang in his ears, deadly and damaging as poison.
Ominis raised his wand, checking the hallways. 
“You know-“ he began softly, looking down at his father. “Being the prince of a foreign nation has opened my awareness up to so many different types of magic… and India has a rather special branch of it. Soul magic. Ever heard of it?” He heard the silence, and laughed softly. “Yes, you have. In fact, there is soul magic all around you. What do you think the dementors use when administering the Kiss?”
Ah. There is was-
The scent of fear.
“I hate you.” Ominis whispered. “I’ve hated you since the day you taught me that curse, since the day you used it on me. I don’t want you dead, I don’t want to torture you. No. I want you empty. I want you to feel a fraction of the agony I do.”
“Ominis-“ His father began, uncertain. “Wait-“
“No.” He replied, curt. “We’re done here.” He extended his wand, focusing. Pulling on the darkest vestiges of his grief, the blackest parts of his anger, he becan to incant.
“अहं तव आत्मानं निर्मूलयामि.” The low murmur of ancient Sanskrit flowed from his lips, his wand glowing a mercuric silver. His accent rolled the words strangely, but the effect was immediate. His father’s eyes rolled back, a death rattle of a gasp escaping him as he slumped to the floor. Ominis drew his wand back slowly, with surgical precision. He felt the miniscule but heavy weight of his father’s life essence drawing out his body, up his throat-
And with one brutal yank- Ominis tore his father’s soul out of his body.
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The Indian summer was in full force as the sun blazed in the azure sky over the palace and prince Ominis Surya Lakshmi adjusted his slate grey suit as he sat where he belonged.
His throne, alongside his mother and father in law, his brothers in law. There was an empty throne beside him where Mira should have been.
Ominis knew he’d never stop grieving her. He knew in his most private moments he’d cry and scream and beg the universe to give her back to him, that he’d do anything to hear her laugh, feel her in his arms.
But this was not the time. This was the time for action.
“Well?” Arjun leaned close to Ominis, and he heard the thirst for vengance in his voice. “Did you learn anything useful?”
Ominis was silent for a moment, before nodding slightly. He stood, raising his voice to address the king and queen as well as Arjun and Bharat. His family, and all he had left of Mira.
“Your highnesses.” Ominis’ voice was cold. “The time has come for decisive action in response to the princess’s assasination. Effective immediately, I want a halt on wandwood exports to the British wizarding world, coupled with trade sanctions and an immediate shutdown on any of their attempts to diversify trade partners.”
Queen Durgavati looked at her son in law, slightly shocked. “Beta, that is.. an extremely dire course of action to take. If the perpetrator was from Britain, we can work with the Ministry of Magic to exact justice-“
“Not if the perpetrator was the ministry, Mata.”
Ominis felt the way the atmosphere throne room seemed to suddenly grow heavy. His voice grew harder.
“I visited my father in prison and he revealed that Mira’s assasination was a federally funded attempt at destabilizing our empire. The minister disliked that her progressive ideals were gaining traction in Europe, so he had her killed her and made the Gaunts a scapegoat. The whole affair was buried by the media in Britain in a matter of a month. Whistleblowers were killed in mysterious circumstances, and no one raised eyebrows.”
There was a snarl of rage from prince Bharat, a soft curse from crown prince Arjun. “And you’re sure about this? The word of your father can be trusted?”
“It all adds up. It makes sense. But I did my homework and… had a few words with the Minister of Magic’s secretary. They confirmed it.”
Nobody needed to know that the secretary was currently at the bottom of a river after Ominis had extracted every last piece of information from him.
King Ashok Surya Lakshmi looked at his son in law. The tall, pale, British wizard his little girl had fallen in love with, who was as good as one of his own sons now. Ominis had changed, a darkness in his eyes, but the raja did not blame him in the slightest. Ominis did his duties incredibly, and had taken good care of his daughter while she had been alive.
Mira’s loss weighed heavily on the aging king, and some days the only thing preventing him from being crushed was the promise of getting justice.
Raja Ashok nodded, slowly. 
“If the Ministry thinks they can get away with this, they are sorely mistaken.” He said softly. He turned his gaze to Ominis.
Prince Ominis Surya Lakshmi sat down slowly on his throne and draped one elegant leg over the other, his wand was held loosely in one hand, a palm resting flat on his thigh as he tilted his head slightly. 
“We cut trade agreements, isolate them, undermine their markets. We cripple their economy first, their government second.” A slow, cruel smirk curled his lips. “And then-“ his voice was soft, almost reverent. “- then… we go to war.”
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AN: 😇😇 thanks for reading! 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾 (the politics of this all is completely made up, it’s not meant to be accurate to irl politics at all just btw ✊🏾)
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