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hinducosmos · 2 years

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Buddha and Sujata 20th century. Artist: Bhuvan Verma. Bengal School of Art. Water colour 'wash' painting. 56 x 39 cm

🏛️ Allahabad Museum, Allahabad (via Museums of India - National Portal and Digital Repository)

#Buddha #Sujata #Bhuvan Verma #buddhism #watercolor painting #bengal school

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inmyworldblr · 11 hours

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Sujata (1959) | dir. Bimal Roy

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vertexonindia · 7 months

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Turning ingredients into delicious masterpieces, one whirl at a time.

#mixer #mixergrinder #juicer #juicermixer #sujata #sujatamixer #bestjuicer #electronicitems #electronics #homeappliances #newmixer #mixi #Vertexonindia

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samvadprakriya · 2 years

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कुवैत में फर्स्ट ट्रेनिंग स्क्वाड्रन

आईएनएस तीर, सुजाता और सीजीएस सारथी से युक्त फर्स्ट ट्रेनिंग स्क्वाड्रन (1TS) के जहाज 04 अक्टूबर 2022 को पोर्ट अल-शुवैख, कुवैत पहुंचे। जहाजों को उनकी प्रशिक्षण तैनाती के अंतर्गत फारस की खाड़ी में तैनात किया गया है। स्कूली बच्चों के अलावा कुवैती नौसेना बलों के वरिष्ठ अधिकारियों, बॉर्डर गार्ड्स एवं भारतीय दूतावास के वरिष्ठ अधिकारियों द्वारा जहाजों का गर्मजोशी से स्वागत किया गया। तीन दिवसीय पोर्ट…

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#First Training #INS Teer #Kuwait #Squadron #Sujata

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vikramkarve · 2 years

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Dear Friends Have some Mango Ice Cream Sweet Dreams #mango #icecream #sujatamastani #sujata #mastani #pune #dessert (at Pune, Maharashtra) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiIlqSvpq8y/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#mango #icecream #sujatamastani #sujata #mastani #pune #dessert

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sitting-on-me-bum · 1 month

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Pine Warbler

COURTESY SUJATA ROY

#sujata roy #photographer #pine warbler #warbler #bird photography #nature #animal

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soracities · 2 years

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Sujata Bhatt, from “Schlafmohn, Blaumohn: Allerleilustblume″, Poppies in Translation

[Text ID: “But the words shout back that they are haunted. They are haunted and hunted--cursed by history, cursed by murder, as we all are--”]

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #sujata bhatt #schlafmohn blaumohn allerleilustblume #poppies in translation #of war and violence #the book #reading #typography #contemporary lit #m #x

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feral-ballad · 2 years

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Sujata Bhatt, from Collected Poems; “Looking over what I have done”

[Text ID: “I am kind to some / of these poems only because / I wrote them when you were still here.”]

#sujata bhatt #loss #grief #sadness #excerpts #writings #literature #poetry #fragments #selections #words #quotes #typography #poetry collection

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texaschainsawmascara · 2 years

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The Woman Destroyed - Simone de Beauvoir / unknown / The Man Who Fell To Earth / The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947 / My Soul is from Elsewhere - Rumi / Original Sin: An Interview With Lana Del Rey / Corruption: Poems; “The Bardo of the Mind in Contemplation” - Camille Norton / "The One Who Always Goes Away", The Stinking Rose - Sujata Bhatt / Tokyo Decadence / 4.48 Psychosis - Sarah Kane / 37°2 le matin (Betty Blue) / Ein Lebe - Anton Chekhov / Girl in Pieces - Kathleen Glasgow / Creep - Radiohead / Paris, Texas / Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration - David Wojnarowicz / Carnival of Souls / Mary - Vladimir Nabokov / The Island - Victoria Hislop / 1Q84 - Haruki Murakami / The Fiery Pantheon - Nancy Lemann

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thebluesthour · 1 year

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Today, the sun begins as a white rose, a white rose tinged with silver and blue.

Sujata Bhatt, “Another Muse”, Poppies in Translation

#lit #quotes #words #poetry #Sujata Bhatt #Another Muse #Poppies in Translation #glimmers #contemporary lit #m #queued

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 1 year

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“There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind.

And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.

And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it.

And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.

In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.

The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t.

In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.”

Posted by [Sujata Agarwal] in “Higher Dimensions”

[Leila L'Abate]

#Sujata Agarwal #Higher Dimensions #metaphor #ancestral #tribal #children #stories

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inmyworldblr · 14 days

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Sujata (1959) | dir. Bimal Roy

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fawnaura · 2 years

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Nights the jasmine awakens – whiter than milk, the jasmine opens its eyes. Nights the jasmine reaches out to the sky, the stars – Yes, even the stars can sense it – this fragrant, fragrant white –

Sujata Bhatt, from Poppies in Translation

#quote #sujata bhatt #poetry #night #jasmine #flower #sky

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stevelovbot · 3 months

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little brain nugget:

i might be in love. i've known him since i was in third grade and even though we're not the closest, there's just something about him. i don't know what it is, but it keeps drawing me back to him. over and over and over again. sometimes i think and i feel so fucking stupid for feeling this way but then i lock eyes with him across a room and all my doubt goes away...

to me, it's like that one hindi song lyric. tu mera koi na hoke bhi kuch lage. loosely translated, you're nothing to me but you're also my everything. if you asked me to put his role in my life into words, i wouldn't know what to say. because he doesn't directly play a role in my life. but still, i care so much. every time i hear his name, i feel something. every time i see him, i feel something. he consumes me.

he makes me feel the widest range of emotions possible. which is a good thing, i think. sometimes he makes me angry or sad, like when he was talking to that other girl two years ago. sometimes he makes me scared, like the time he got sick last year and all but fell off the face of the earth for 2 weeks. but usually, he makes me so happy, like at the dance two years ago or our conversations in the science rooms.

and the association. oh god, everything reminds me of him. from the color black to physics to dancing to cherries to fucking knife talk by drake. why the fuck does everything remind me of him? if you asked me to tell you the last time i didn't think of him, i wouldn't have an answer. because i think of him almost every second of every day. how he is, what he's doing, how he's feeling, etc.

maybe this is love, maybe it isn't. who knows? but the thought of him and the feeling he evokes in me brings me solace on my worst days. it's something i can turn to whenever i'm feeling low, whenever i'm feeling tainted, and it's like the panacea to my life. and quite frankly, i wouldn't have it any other way.

#shut up sujata #cute lil brain dump because journaling in my drafts is my new best friend #love

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sheltiechicago · 7 months

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Tulsi

Powerful Portraits Honor the Stories of People With Physical Differences

Photography can be an empowering tool used to tell stories of those whose voices might struggle to be heard. An image can communicate a lot without words, as is the case with Sujata Setia’s project called Changing the Conversation. The series features people with physical differences as a way to honor their resilience in the face of obstacles.

Sylvia

Erika

Raiche and Catrin

I have a condition called spinal muscular atrophy (SMA Type 2.)

#sujata setia #photographer #portraits #physical difference #changing the conversation #humanity #human #disability

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thisbibliophiile · 10 months

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I forgot this was coming out today!!!!!

#the mistress of bhatia house #sujata massey #perveen mistry #favorite authors #currently reading

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