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Vultures in the Cultures of the World - Dünya Kültürlerinde Akbabalar

Sonika Kushwaha

Indian Biodiversity Conservation Society, Jhansi Uttar Pradesh, India Email: [email protected]

Received: 18th Jan. 2016, Revised: 26th Jan. 2016, Accepted: 17th March 2016

ABSTRACT

Throughout the ages, vultures have been revered as symbols of power and insight. The cultures of various communities not only in India but from all over the world have mentioned about vultures such as Egyptians, American Indians, Pueblo Indians, Greeks, Persians and Romans. The vulture was an important being in the everyday lives of ancient people. For many vultures may be an ugly bird with a myth that they attack livestock or even human beings but the fact is vultures are an important link in the ecosystem, feeding on the dead rotten carcasses. Our ancestors valued them and utilized their scavenging nature to dispose off the dead (humans as well as animals) and keep the surroundings healthy. Various Government departments, Scientists and Conservationists are coming together to work for vulture conservation. Conservation includes both ex-situ and in-situ measures. Since we are losing them every day, International Vulture Awareness Day (First Saturday of every September) is being celebrated all over the world to make the future generation sentient about the plight of vultures.

Key words: Ancient history, Vulture, World

ÖZET

Çağlar boyunca akbabalar güç ve içgörü sembolleri olarak saygı görmüşlerdir. Sadece Hindistan'da değil, Mısırlılar, Amerikan yerlileri, Pueblo yerlileri, Yunanlılar, Persler ve Romalılar gibi dünyanın dört bir yanından çeşitli toplulukların kültürleri akbabalardan bahsetmiştir. Akbaba, eski insanların günlük yaşamlarında önemli bir varlıktı. Pek çok kişi için akbabalar, çiftlik hayvanlarına ve hatta insanlara saldırdıkları efsanesiyle çirkin bir kuş olabilir, ancak gerçek şu ki akbabalar ekosistemin önemli bir halkasıdır ve ölü çürümüş leşlerle beslenirler. Atalarımız onlara değer vermiş ve ölüleri (hem insanlar hem de hayvanlar) ortadan kaldırmak ve çevreyi sağlıklı tutmak için leş yiyici doğalarından yararlanmıştır. Çeşitli Devlet daireleri, Bilim İnsanları ve Koruma Uzmanları akbabaların korunması için bir araya geliyor. Koruma hem ex-situ hem de in-situ önlemleri içermektedir. Akbabaları her geçen gün kaybettiğimiz için, Uluslararası Akbaba Farkındalık Günü (her Eylül ayının ilk Cumartesi günü) tüm dünyada kutlanmakta ve gelecek neslin akbabaların kötü durumu hakkında duyarlı olması amaçlanmaktadır.

Anahtar kelimeler: Antik tarih, Akbaba, Dünya

INTRODUCTION

India lost millions of them….. the loss irreversible. Vultures, one of the most commonly sighted birds started disappearing from the Indian skies in mid 1990s. Today we are left with few thousands of them. Besides their economic importance and ecological role in keeping the environment disease free, vultures find important place in mythology too. Throughout the ages, vultures have been revered as symbols of power and insight. Throughout history and across many cultures, people have regarded Vultures with enthrallment and admiration. Vultures have been feared and respected, unloved and well-liked, considered dirty and clean, and associated with black magic and medicine, birth and death. Assumption about Vultures began in primitive legends, ages ago but passed over to the future generations through tales and fables. In early different myths, Vultures represent bravery and goodwill, and have powers of foresight. The cultures of various communities not only in India but from all over the world have mentioned about vultures such as Egyptians, American Indians, Pueblo Indians, Greeks, Persians and Romans.

The aim of this paper is to reflect the magnitude of the most efficient scavengers throughout the ancient times not only in India but across the world. There have been detailed studies regarding the role of vultures in Nature, this paper reflects their role in various cultures.

GİRİŞ

Hindistan milyonlarca akbabasını kaybetti..... bu kayıp geri döndürülemez. En sık görülen kuşlardan biri olan akbabalar 1990'ların ortalarında Hindistan semalarından kaybolmaya başladı. Bugün elimizde birkaç bin tanesi kaldı. Ekonomik önemleri ve çevreyi hastalıklardan uzak tutmadaki ekolojik rollerinin yanı sıra akbabalar mitolojide de önemli bir yer tutuyor. Çağlar boyunca akbabalar güç ve içgörü sembolü olarak saygı görmüşlerdir. Tarih boyunca ve birçok kültürde insanlar akbabalara hayranlık ve hayranlıkla bakmışlardır. Akbabalar korkulan ve saygı duyulan, sevilmeyen ve sevilen, kirli ve temiz kabul edilen, kara büyü ve tıp, doğum ve ölümle ilişkilendirilen varlıklar olmuştur. Akbabalar hakkındaki varsayımlar çağlar önce ilkel efsanelerde başlamış, ancak masallar ve tabletler aracılığıyla gelecek nesillere aktarılmıştır. Erken dönem farklı mitlerde Akbabalar cesareti ve iyi niyeti temsil eder ve öngörü güçlerine sahiptir. Sadece Hindistan'da değil, Mısırlılar, Amerikan yerlileri, Pueblo yerlileri, Yunanlılar, Persler ve Romalılar gibi dünyanın dört bir yanından çeşitli toplulukların kültürleri akbabalardan bahsetmiştir.

Bu makalenin amacı, sadece Hindistan'da değil tüm dünyada eski çağlar boyunca en etkili leş yiyicilerin büyüklüğünü yansıtmaktır. Akbabaların doğadaki rolüne ilişkin ayrıntılı çalışmalar yapılmıştır, bu çalışma ise çeşitli kültürlerdeki rollerini yansıtmaktadır.

METHODOLOGY

To know the importance of the Mother Nature’s Cleaners in various cultures around the World, all existing scientific and grey literature was located and reviewed on the mythological, cultural, occurrence and rituals associated with vultures within India and the World. Data was also collected during visits to various places like Orchha in Tikamgarh.

METODOLOJİ

Doğa Ana'nın temizleyicileri'nin dünyanın çeşitli kültürlerindeki önemini bilmek için, Hindistan ve dünyadaki akbabalarla ilişkili mitolojik, kültürel, oluşum ve ritüeller hakkında mevcut tüm bilimsel ve gri literatür bulunmuş ve gözden geçirilmiştir. Tikamgarh'daki Orchha gibi çeşitli yerlere yapılan ziyaretler sırasında da veri toplanmıştır.

VULTURES IN INDIAN CULTURE

In the epic Ramayana, Jatayu, a vulture king or Giddhraj (Fig 1) is believed to have informed Lord Rama the direction in which his wife, Sita had been abducted by Ravana, a demon (Griffith, 1870). Besides this, Sampati (Jatayu’s elder brother) helped in searching Mother Sita by telling Hanumanji, Angada and Jambuvana who were leading the group of monkeys in search of Sampati had superios vision and 100 yojans was not a big distance for him. The bird is attributed with a keen eyesight with long and high flights in the epic Ramayana. Griddhraj Parvat, which means the “hills of vultures” is a hill of religious, archeological and ecological importance situated in Devrajnagar village of Madhya Pradesh, India. Griddhraj Parvat is of great religious importance in Hindu mythology. It is believed to be the birth place of Sampati, the brother of Giddhraj “Jatayu” (Diwan, 1907).

HİNT KÜLTÜRÜNDE AKBABALAR

Ramayana destanında, bir akbaba kralı ya da Giddhraj olan Jatayu'nun (Şekil 1) Lord Rama'ya karısı Sita'nın bir iblis olan Ravana tarafından kaçırıldığı yönü bildirdiğine inanılır (Griffith, 1870). Bunun yanı sıra, Sampati (Jatayu'nun ağabeyi), Sampati'yi aramaya çıkan maymun grubuna liderlik eden Hanumanji, Angada ve Jambuvana'ya Sita Ana'yı aramada yardımcı olmuş, Sampati'nin süper vizyonu olduğunu ve 100 yojanın onun için büyük bir mesafe olmadığını söylemiştir. Kuş, Ramayana destanında uzun ve yüksek uçuşları ile keskin bir görüşe sahip olarak nitelendirilir. "Akbabaların tepeleri" anlamına gelen Griddhraj Parvat, Madhya Pradesh, Hindistan'ın Devrajnagar köyünde bulunan dini, arkeolojik ve ekolojik öneme sahip bir tepedir. Griddhraj Parvat Hindu mitolojisinde büyük bir dini öneme sahiptir. Giddhraj "Jatayu "nun kardeşi Sampati'nin doğum yeri olduğuna inanılmaktadır (Diwan, 1907).

Another place known as 'Griddhakuta' or “The Hill of Vultures” is located at Rajgir, Bihar. Lord Buddha used to dive into meditation and preaching on 'Griddhakuta' or 'The Hill of Vultures'. This was the site where he returned just after the attainment of enlightenment. Lord Buddha professed his law of motion or Dharma Pravartana Chakra on its peak (www.ajanta-ellora.com/rajgir.html). 'Griddhakuta' ya da "Akbabalar Tepesi" olarak bilinen bir başka yer de Rajgir, Bihar'da bulunmaktadır. Lord Buddha 'Griddhakuta' ya da 'Akbabalar Tepesi'nde meditasyona dalar ve vaaz verirdi. Burası aydınlanmaya eriştikten hemen sonra geri döndüğü yerdi. Lord Buddha hareket yasasını veya Dharma Pravartana Çakra'yı zirvede ilan etmiştir (www.ajanta-ellora.com/rajgir.html).

Fig.1: Wounded Jatayu with Lord Rama

Şekil 1: Yaralı Jatayu ile Lord Rama

In the history of Central Indian Art, the wall paintings of Orchha occupy a unique position (Fig.2). The artists adopted long-lasting techniques in the creation of murals, based on Vedas, the Epics and the Puranasher.

Orta Hint Sanatı tarihinde, Orchha'nın duvar resimleri eşsiz bir konuma sahiptir (Şekil 2). Sanatçılar, Vedalar, Destanlar ve Puranasher'e dayanan duvar resimlerinin yaratımında uzun ömürlü teknikler benimsemişlerdir.

Fig 2: The wall paintings of Orchha occupy a unique position

Şekil 2: Orchha'nın duvar resimleri eşsiz bir konuma sahiptir

The vultures are still seen in the antique pieces in Orchha (fig. 3). Orchha still abodes a promising population of vultures.

Akbabalar hala Orchha'daki antika eserlerde görülmektedir (Şekil 3). Orchha hala umut verici bir akbaba nüfusu barındırmaktadır.

Fig. 3: Antiques with vultures

Şekil 3: Akbabalı antikalar

The Egyptian Vulture was also considered to be a good bird in India. There is a story about two birds that visited the temple of Thirukkalukundram (hill of sacred vultures) daily for centuries: they would appear at 11 o'clock in the morning, and were ceremonially fed sweet rice and other delicacies by the priests (fig 4). According to a myth, the two birds used to be sages cursed by Shiva to live as vultures, and were visiting the temple in penance. Egyptian Vultures used to be rather common in India; what makes this case so special, however, is that it was always a pair of vultures that would visit the temple - never more. Although it is true that two birds were indeed regular visitors to the temple and photos exist of them, we can easily suppose that they were multiple generations of vultures and not incredibly long-lived individuals (The Neophron Vultures of Thirukkalukundram).

Mısır Akbabası da Hindistan'da iyi bir kuş olarak kabul edilirdi. Yüzyıllar boyunca her gün Thirukkalukundram (kutsal akbabalar tepesi) tapınağını ziyaret eden iki kuş hakkında bir hikaye vardır: sabah saat 11'de ortaya çıkarlar ve rahipler tarafından törenle tatlı pirinç ve diğer lezzetlerle beslenirlerdi (şekil 4). Bir efsaneye göre, bu iki kuş eskiden Şiva tarafından akbaba olarak yaşamaları için lanetlenmiş bilgelerdi ve kefaret için tapınağı ziyaret ediyorlardı. Mısır Akbabaları Hindistan'da oldukça yaygındı; ancak bu vakayı bu kadar özel kılan şey, tapınağı ziyaret edenlerin her zaman bir çift akbaba olmasıydı - asla daha fazla değil. İki kuşun gerçekten de tapınağın düzenli ziyaretçileri olduğu ve fotoğraflarının bulunduğu doğru olsa da, bunların inanılmaz derecede uzun ömürlü bireyler değil, birkaç nesil akbabalar olduğunu kolayca varsayabiliriz (The Neophron Vultures of Thirukkalukundram).

Fig. 4: Egyptian vultures being ceremonially fed sweet rice and other delicacies by the priests

Şekil 4: Rahipler tarafından törenle tatlı pirinç ve diğer lezzetlerle beslenen Mısır akbabaları

VULTURES IN OTHER CULTURES OF THE WORLD

In ancient Egypt, Queen Cleopatra is often depicted carrying a staff adorned with a vulture’s head-a symbol of wisdom. For the Egyptians, vultures were deities, emblems of motherhood, giving life and then later taking it back. Persians accorded them royal status because of their size and the elegance with which they glide, and the Romans used them to represent military strength.

DÜNYANIN DIĞER KÜLTÜRLERINDE AKBABALAR

Eski Mısır'da Kraliçe Kleopatra genellikle bilgeliğin sembolü olan akbaba başıyla süslenmiş bir asa taşırken tasvir edilir. Mısırlılar için akbabalar ilahtı, anneliğin simgesiydi, hayat verir ve sonra onu geri alırdı. Persler büyüklükleri ve süzülüşlerindeki zarafet nedeniyle onlara kraliyet statüsü vermiş, Romalılar ise onları askeri gücü temsil etmek için kullanmışlardır.

Among the San and other cultures in Africa, these huge, high-flying birds with their well-developed powers of observation have been explicitly accorded with Clairvoyance and mystical or magical properties. The Pueblo Indians saw the vulture as a sign of purification and the Greeks considered it to be a symbol of transformation, as old decayed flesh was removed new life emerged.

Sanlar ve Afrika'daki diğer kültürler arasında, iyi gelişmiş gözlem güçleriyle bu devasa, yüksekten uçan kuşlara açıkça durugörü ve mistik ya da büyülü özellikler atfedilmiştir. Pueblo Kızılderilileri akbabayı arınmanın bir işareti olarak görmüş, Yunanlılar ise eski çürümüş etin çıkarılmasıyla yeni bir yaşamın ortaya çıkmasını sağlayan bir dönüşüm sembolü olarak kabul etmişlerdir.

As its name suggests, the Egyptian Vulture was the sacred animal of the ancient Pharaohs; its appearance is immortalized in the Egyptian hieroglyphic alphabet as the letter A. Since the ancient Egyptians thought that all vultures were female and were spontaneously born from eggs without the intervention of a male, they linked these animals to purity and motherhood. In actuality, both genders happen to have the same appearance, the only difference being the larger size of the female. Nonetheless, they were held sacred to the mother goddess Isis; they were also elevated to the rank of deity in their own right as Nekhbet, patron of Upper Egypt and nurse of the Pharaoh (Fig 5). The priestesses of Nekhbet wore garments of white vulture feathers, and the goddess herself was often portrayed as a vulture-headed woman, her wings spread to provide protection, a circlet in her claws - the shen, symbol of infinity. Her cult was in fact linked to the eternal cycle of death and rebirth because of the vulture's role in the food chain as a scavenger and its supposed parthenogenesis; Nekhbet was venerated as the mother of mothers, who existed from the beginning (Nekhbet, the white vulture Goddess).

Adından da anlaşılacağı üzere, Mısır Akbabası eski Firavunların kutsal hayvanıydı; görünüşü Mısır hiyeroglif alfabesinde A harfi olarak ölümsüzleştirilmiştir. Eski Mısırlılar tüm akbabaların dişi olduğunu ve bir erkeğin müdahalesi olmadan yumurtadan kendiliğinden doğduğunu düşündüklerinden, bu hayvanları saflık ve annelikle ilişkilendirmişlerdir. Gerçekte, her iki cinsiyet de aynı görünüme sahiptir, tek fark dişinin daha büyük olmasıdır. Yine de ana tanrıça İsis için kutsal sayılırlardı; ayrıca Yukarı Mısır'ın koruyucusu ve Firavun'un hemşiresi Nekhbet olarak kendi başlarına tanrı mertebesine yükseltilmişlerdi (Şekil 5). Nekhbet'in rahibeleri beyaz akbaba tüyünden giysiler giyerlerdi ve tanrıçanın kendisi de genellikle akbaba başlı bir kadın olarak resmedilirdi, kanatları koruma sağlamak için açılmıştı, pençelerinde sonsuzluğun sembolü olan shen vardı.

Shen halkası

Elinde shen halkaları bulunan, Ra'nın ba'sını temsil eden koç başlı bir kuş. (Louvre müzesi)

Eski Mısır'da shen halkası, hiyerogliflerde bir ipin stilize edilmiş bir halkası olarak temsil edilen, kendisine teğet bir çizgiye sahip bir daireydi. Shen kelimesinin kendisi eski Mısır dilinde kuşatmak anlamına gelirken, shen halkası sonsuz korumayı temsil ediyordu.

Akbabanın besin zincirindeki leş yiyici rolü ve sözde partenogenezi nedeniyle kültü aslında ebedi ölüm ve yeniden doğum döngüsüyle bağlantılıydı; Nekhbet başlangıçtan beri var olan annelerin annesi olarak saygı görüyordu (Nekhbet, beyaz akbaba Tanrıça).

Fig. 5: Nekhbet

Şekil 5: Nekhbet

Egyptian vultures in general were held in high regard by ancient Etruscan and Roman culture, where they were considered messengers of the gods. Their attempts to detect the tides of good and bad luck involved a particular form of divination, called augury, based on reading the flight of birds. One such instance of augury appears in the foundation myth of Rome, when Romulus and Remus were arguing over which hill the new city would be built on and who was to be king; they decided to settle their argument by observing the flight of vultures. The high regard in which the Egyptian Vulture was held seeps through time to its modern Italian name, "capovaccaio", which means "master of cows" - a name given because of the bird's tendency to fly together with cattle (Crystalinks: Etruscans).

Genel olarak Mısır akbabaları, tanrıların habercileri olarak kabul edildikleri antik Etrüsk ve Roma kültüründe büyük saygı görmüştür. İyi ve kötü şansın gelgitlerini tespit etme girişimleri, kuşların uçuşunu okumaya dayanan ve kehanet adı verilen özel bir kehanet biçimini içeriyordu. Roma'nın kuruluş efsanesinde, Romulus ve Remus yeni şehrin hangi tepeye kurulacağı ve kimin kral olacağı konusunda tartışırken, tartışmalarını akbabaların uçuşunu gözlemleyerek çözmeye karar verdiklerinde böyle bir kehanet örneği görülür. Mısır Akbabası'nın gördüğü büyük saygı zaman içinde modern İtalyanca adı olan ve "ineklerin efendisi" anlamına gelen "capovaccaio "ya kadar sızar - bu isim kuşun sığırlarla birlikte uçma eğilimi nedeniyle verilmiştir (Crystalinks: Etrüskler).

The vulture was an important being in the everyday lives of ancient people. In Pre-Columbian times, vultures were appreciated as extraordinary beings and had high iconographic status (Fig 6).

Akbaba, eski insanların günlük yaşamlarında önemli bir varlıktı. Kolomb öncesi dönemlerde akbabalar olağanüstü varlıklar olarak takdir edilmiş ve yüksek ikonografik statüye sahip olmuşlardır (Şekil 6).

Fig. 6: The Aztec vulture vessel is one of the pots in the new Pre-Columbian Mesoamerican Pottery Gallery

Res. 6: Aztek akbaba kabı, yeni Kolomb Öncesi Mezoamerikan Çanak Çömlek Galerisi'ndeki ��anak çömleklerden biri

According to the Kogi today, “No one hates this animal, because it does not do anything bad” (Reichel-Dolmatoff 1985, II:132). Its presence in art and origin myth reflects its positive and transforming character. Both the vulture’s natural history and its mythic roles indicate its importance and its connotations for Classic Maya and other Precolumbian peoples (Fig.7). One of the first most notable characteristics of Gold Pendant of a Shaman, a dynamic figure is the long, gently curving beak. This might be interpreted as an eagle or a King Vulture. It is a soaring, shamanic bird, associated with highness and brightness. It is a transformer of death and sacrificial offerings. It is related to agriculture, for which the rulers were responsible. Vulture is a civilized being of many talents (Elizabth P.Benson, 1993).

Günümüz Kogi'lerine göre, "Kimse bu hayvandan nefret etmez, çünkü kötü bir şey yapmaz" (Reichel-Dolmatoff 1985, II:132). Sanat ve köken mitindeki varlığı, olumlu ve dönüştürücü karakterini yansıtır. Akbabanın hem doğal tarihi hem de mitsel rolleri, Klasik Maya ve diğer Kolomb öncesi halklar için önemini ve çağrışımlarını göstermektedir (Şekil 7). Dinamik bir figür olan Şamanın Altın Kolyesi'nin ilk göze çarpan özelliklerinden biri uzun, hafifçe kıvrılan gagasıdır. Bu bir kartal ya da kral akbaba olarak yorumlanabilir. Yükselen, şamanik bir kuştur, yücelik ve parlaklıkla ilişkilendirilir. Ölümün ve kurban sunularının dönüştürücüsüdür. Yöneticilerin sorumlu olduğu tarımla ilgilidir. Akbaba birçok yeteneğe sahip uygar bir varlıktır (Elizabth P.Benson, 1993).

Fig. 7: Gold Pendant of a Shaman Wearing an Avian Costume collected during Pre-Columbian (700AD to 1200AD)

Fig. 7: Kolomb Öncesi Dönemde (MS 700 ila MS 1200) Toplanan Kuş Kostümü Giyen Bir Şamana Ait Altın Kolye

In ancient Egypt, Queen Cleopatra is often depicted carrying a staff adorned with a vulture’s head-a symbol of wisdom. For the Egyptians, vultures were deities (Fig. 8) emblems of motherhood; giving life and then later taking it back (www.cosforums.com/cosarchieve/printthread.php Egyptian Mythology).

Eski Mısır'da Kraliçe Kleopatra genellikle bilgeliğin sembolü olan bir akbaba başıyla süslenmiş bir asa taşırken tasvir edilir. Mısırlılar için akbabalar anneliğin simgesi olan tanrılardır (Şekil 8); hayat verir ve daha sonra onu geri alırlar (www.cosforums.com/cosarchieve/printthread.php Mısır Mitolojisi).

Fig. 8: Africa Architecture temple wings: Ancient Egypt middle east vultures Egyptian mythology carvings hieroglyphics

Şekil 8: Afrika Mimarisi tapınak kanatları: Eski Mısır Orta Doğu akbabaları Mısır mitolojisi oymalar hiyeroglifler

CULTURAL SIGNIFICANCE OF VULTURES AT PRESENT

Disposing the dead by exposing them for excarnation is a funerary practice of the Zoroastrian community in India, the Parsees. Like the Parsis in India, Tibetans too practice “Sky burial” where human corpses are offered to the vultures or Dakinis (Sky Dancer), the equivalent of angels. They believe that vultures were created to devour corpses and that this form of disposal, limits the defiling of the earth; air; and water; that are sacred to the Parsees (Pain et al., 2003). Parsees practice a form of sky-burial in which the dead are carried by the corpse-bearers and placed on top of a sacred structure called a “Tower of Silence” (Modi, 1922), (Fig 9).

GÜNÜMÜZDE AKBABALARIN KÜLTÜREL ÖNEMİ

Ölüleri vücut bulmaları için teşhir ederek ortadan kaldırmak Hindistan'daki Zerdüşt topluluğu Parsiler'in cenaze töreni uygulamasıdır. Hindistan'daki Parsiler gibi Tibetliler de insan cesetlerinin meleklere eşdeğer olan akbabalara veya Dakinilere (Gökyüzü Dansçısı) sunulduğu "Gökyüzü defni" uygularlar. Akbabaların cesetleri yemek için yaratıldığına ve bu imha biçiminin Parsiler için kutsal olan toprak, hava ve suyun kirlenmesini önlediğine inanırlar (Pain vd., 2003). Parsiler, ölülerin ceset taşıyıcıları tarafından taşındığı ve "Sessizlik Kulesi" (Modi, 1922) adı verilen kutsal bir yapının tepesine yerleştirildiği bir tür gökyüzü cenazesi uygularlar (Şekil 9).

Fig. 9: A corpse being carried by the corpse-bearers inside the Tower of Silence in Bombay

Şekil 9: Bombay'daki Sessizlik Kulesi'nin içinde ceset taşıyıcıları tarafından taşınan bir ceset

The corpse is completely stripped of its flesh by about 100 - 120 vultures (Satheesan et al., 1990) within an hour or two, and the bones of the denuded skeleton, when perfectly dried up are placed in the well, where they are reduced to dust. This form of burial reflects their basic belief that neither the living nor the earth should be contaminated by the dead but remain pure (Joel, 2005). There are Parsees in Iran, Iraq, and India, still holding on to this ancient belief, and to the westerner, their burial ceremonies are quite extraordinary (Mistry, 1991). A similar death ritual is practiced by Tibetans who believe that sky-burial transports the spirit of the dead safely to heaven (Niema, 1980). Excarnation sites or charnel grounds are usually located near monasteries. Drigung Monastery is located on a steep hill in the Meldor Gungkar county of Central Tibet (Logan, 1997). After death, the corpse is cleaned and wrapped in white cloth. A ‘body-cutter’ dressed in long white aprons unwraps the corpse and within a few minutes the dead man's organs are removed and set aside for later, separate disposal. The cutters give a signal calling the vultures and the flock rushes in, covering the body completely, their heads disappearing as they bend down to tear away flesh (Logan, 1997). The vultures are enormous birds with virtually featherless head, so as not to impede the bird when reaching into a body to feed. Men pull out what remains of the corpse which is usually only a blood stained skeleton and pound the bones reducing them to splinters. This is mixed with barley flour and then thrown to the waiting crows and hawks. Remaining vultures grab slabs of softened gristle and greedily devour them. Within half an hour, the body has almost completely disappeared and what remains of the skeleton is abandoned at the burial site (Logan, 1997). In some parts of the country vultures are now so scarce that cremation is being used as an alternative to this traditional celestial burial.

Ceset, yaklaşık 100-120 akbaba tarafından (Satheesan vd., 1990) bir ya da iki saat içinde etinden tamamen sıyrılır ve tamamen kuruyan iskeletin kemikleri, toz haline getirildikleri kuyuya yerleştirilir. Bu gömme şekli, ne yaşayanların ne de toprağın ölüler tarafından kirletilmemesi, aksine saf kalması gerektiğine dair temel inançlarını yansıtmaktadır (Joel, 2005). İran, Irak ve Hindistan'da hala bu eski inancı sürdüren Parsiler vardır ve batılılar için onların cenaze törenleri oldukça sıra dışıdır (Mistry, 1991). Benzer bir ölüm ritüeli, gökyüzüne gömülmenin ölünün ruhunu güvenli bir şekilde cennete taşıdığına inanan Tibetliler tarafından da uygulanmaktadır (Niema, 1980). Ekkarnasyon alanları ya da mezarlık alanları genellikle manastırların yakınında yer alır. Drigung Manastırı Orta Tibet'in Meldor Gungkar ilçesinde sarp bir tepede yer almaktadır (Logan, 1997). Ölümden sonra ceset temizlenir ve beyaz bir beze sarılır. Uzun beyaz önlükler giymiş bir 'ceset kesici' cesedi açar ve birkaç dakika içinde ölünün organları çıkarılarak daha sonra ayrı bir yerde imha edilmek üzere bir kenara konur. Ceset kesiciler akbabaları çağıran bir işaret verir ve akbaba sürüsü cesedin üzerini tamamen örter, etleri koparmak için eğildiklerinde kafaları kaybolur (Logan, 1997). Akbabalar, beslenmek için cesede uzanırken kuşu engellememek için neredeyse tüysüz kafaya sahip devasa kuşlardır. Erkekler cesetten geriye kalanları, ki bunlar genellikle kanlı bir iskeletten ibarettir, çıkarır ve kemikleri döverek parçalara ayırır. Bu parçalar arpa unuyla karıştırıldıktan sonra bekleyen karga ve şahinlere atılır. Kalan akbabalar yumuşamış kıkırdak parçalarını kapar ve açgözlülükle yerler. Yarım saat içinde ceset neredeyse tamamen yok olur ve iskeletten geriye kalanlar gömüldüğü yere bırakılır (Logan, 1997). Ülkenin bazı bölgelerinde akbabalar artık o kadar azalmıştır ki, bu geleneksel göksel gömüye alternatif olarak yakma yöntemi kullanılmaktadır.

CONCLUSION

For many vultures may be an ugly bird with a myth that they attack livestock or even human beings but the fact is vultures are an important link in the ecosystem, feeding on the dead rotten carcasses. Our ancestors valued them and utilized their scavenging nature to dispose off the dead (humans as well as animals) and keep the surroundings healthy. Various departments (Forest Department, Agriculture Department, tourist Department, Education Department, archaeological Department), Scientists and Conservationists are coming together to work for vulture conservation. Conservation includes both ex-situ and in-situ measures. Since we are losing them everyday, International Vulture Awareness Day (First Saturday of every September) is being celebrated all over the world by various Government and Non-Government organizations to make the future generation sentient about the plight of vultures.

SONUÇ

Birçok kişi için akbabalar, çiftlik hayvanlarına ve hatta insanlara saldırdıkları efsanesiyle çirkin bir kuş olabilir, ancak gerçek şu ki akbabalar ekosistemin önemli bir halkasıdır ve ölü çürümüş leşlerle beslenirler. Atalarımız onlara değer vermiş ve ölüleri (hem insanlar hem de hayvanlar) ortadan kaldırmak ve çevreyi sağlıklı tutmak için leş yiyici doğalarından yararlanmıştır. Çeşitli departmanlar (Orman Departmanı, Tarım Departmanı, Turizm Departmanı, Eğitim Departmanı, Arkeoloji Departmanı), Bilim İnsanları ve Koruma Uzmanları bir araya gelerek akbabaların korunması için çalışmaktadır. Koruma hem ex-situ hem de in-situ önlemleri içermektedir. Akbabaları her geçen gün kaybettiğimiz için, Uluslararası Akbaba Farkındalık Günü (her Eylül ayının ilk Cumartesi günü) tüm dünyada çeşitli Devlet ve Sivil Toplum kuruluşları tarafından kutlanmakta ve gelecek nesillerin akbabaların kötü durumu hakkında duyarlı olması amaçlanmaktadır.

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Diwan J.S. (1907): Rewa Rajya Darpan. Kothi State.

Griffith R.T.H. (1870-1874): Translated Valmiki Ramayana.

Joel Kreisberg D.C. (2005): Ecological Healing and the Web of Life, 1(2): 133-135.

Logan P. (1977): Witness to a Tibetan Sky-Burial: A Field Report [Online]. Exploration and Research Society Drigung.

Mistry R. (1991): Such a Long Journey. United Kingdom: Faber and Faber.

Modi J.J. (1922): The Religious Ceremonies and Customs of the Parsees. Mumbai: British India Press.

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Okay so. THREE YEARS AGO, back in early 2020 before The World Went To Shit, I posted a "whump prompt request" thing with icons to basically request fics based on the whumpy icon. I answered 2 or 3 of them before I basically stopped writing for like, over a year.

This year I'm doing my damnedest to finish the 6 whump prompts I have from early 2020 and the last (anon) prompt I have from 2019. That's my goal. (If I can get to the 2022 user-submitted prompt as well this year, that's an extra bonus).

I don't think this user is even in the fandom anymore (possibly not even on tumblr), but I'm still doing the prompt fics. As always with tumblr prompts, my tumblr followers get them first, and I'll post it on AO3 at a later time.

Obviously the prompt is chains. For 2 years I was trying another fic to fill this, but when it just wasn't happening, I threw out the original idea for this new one below.

So I've done alternate meetings between Stephen and various Avengers before, but I wanted to try something different and have a different set of Avengers meet him in different circumstances. Well, not that different because I just enjoy seeing Stephen suffer. Sorry love. But it's a different crew of Avengers, so it's at least a little different. I don't think I've seen this particular group meeting him before in this timeframe, either.

This fic stars Steve, Nat, Sam, and Stephen, and is actually written from Steve's POV! First time writing from Steve's POV so it was a lot of fun. Not betaed, but this is still about 7,000 words long, so enjoy!

—--

Ever since aliens attacked New York in 2012, alien technology was a major part of the arms dealing scene in the black market. Nuclear missiles were old school; Chitauri-powered weaponry was the cream of the crop. And as the United States' Department of Damage Control seemed to have done a very lousy job at controlling all the weaponry leaving the country the last several years, Steve Rogers figured he'd put his time out of the country to good use and clean up for them.

From all the people that came back from the Raft, only two were with him now. Clint and Ant-Man—Scott, nice guy—had families back home and went for a plea bargain. Wanda asked to be dropped off in Europe and Nat provided her with a new ID and enough money to get by for a couple months without any sort of job. Bucky—well, Bucky was getting help in Wakanda.

That just left him, Sam, and Nat. When he told them what he planned to do, they were fully on board. Nat even had some old KGB connections to get them started.

And that's how they had spent the last year, going from city to city, country to country, chasing leads on illegal alien weaponry across Asia. They started in Yemen and Oman, then went north to Syria (where they got into a tight spot and found Nick Fury of all people waiting for them. How he got to Syria in the first place, Steve had no idea.) After a tense conversation with him, he parted with him in Lebanon, then they started their way east to Iraq, Turkmenistan, and Afghanistan.

It was another old contact of Nat's that pointed them to their next destination: the state of Uttar Pradesh in northern India.

With most of their hits, it was clear that terrorists, insurgents, and other sorts who dealt with black market arms were getting types of Chitauri weapons. With their information out of India, it was less clear what the nature of the weapon was.

"From how they're discussing it, it sounds alien," Nat said as she read over her contact's notes. "And they're guarding it fiercely. But it appears they don't know what to do with it."

"Who has the weapon?" Sam asked. "Lashkar-e-Taiba? ISIS?"

She shook her head. "It's a small splinter group of revolutionists. No household names here."

Steve frowned; these small groups were more difficult to determine how to respond to. "Are they considered terrorists by the United States?"

Nat shook her head once more as she looked through the notes. "Strictly Indian. This group doesn't go beyond their borders."

"Then let's go for a nonlethal encounter, as much as possible. We're not here to say who's right and wrong about such things, so long as they're not hurting anyone in their actions."

She half-smiled. "They do have a weapon, Cap." They've likely hurt people, she didn't say.

He quirked his lips in return. "And that's why we're going to relieve them of it." In the end, it was up to the local authorities to take care of the people themselves and to put them through due process. If Steve could, he'd do the same for every terrorist, too—but he didn't have that luxury when they were caught in the middle of a gunfight, or when it was just the three of them versus dozens in enemy territory.

He wasn't happy with the fact, but he made do with what he could. He didn't particularly enjoy killing others in the war, either—and the fact that he still had to from time to time was an unhappy reality.

So when he could get through an incident without death, he gladly took it.

"All right," Sam said. "Next stop, India."

—--

Nat's connections made getting the quinjet from country to country actually possible. From there, they paid someone enough cash to both keep an eye on the jet and to keep quiet about it. These people made a living on such gigs, so after a year of seeing such deals, Steve was a lot less worried about it than when they first started.

Their contact got them a van and from there, they fit everything they needed into it to get to a safehouse and gather more intel from there.

Uttar Pradesh was a land of extremes. As the most populous state of India, it also saw some of its richest and poorest citizens, some great beauty and great ugliness, and both wondrous joys and terrible suffering. Steve didn't interact with the locals—Nat did all that if they had to, as she somehow knew Hindi as well—but he could see it in the people's faces as they went from city to village, and back again.

It took them a couple days to secure their safehouse to their liking, then another few days to find the location of their target. It took Nat and Sam another 48 hours to break into their security and tap their communications, and it wasn't too long that they got the location of the weapon.

"They're not giving any further description on what this weapon is," Nat said with a grimace as she leaned back in her chair. "I don't think the guys we bugged actually know what it is, just where it is as they were guarding the building. On the second floor, so that narrows it down further."

"That's annoying," Sam said. "I'll look up the address and see what I can find on the building. This city's large enough to have blueprints."

"Not sure how much you'll find," Nat said. "I'll drive out there and scout it out tonight."

"You can add it to what I do find," Sam said, grinning.

—---

When Nat came back from her scouting just before dawn, Steve woke up to find her thoughtful. "What happened?"

"The building was unusually busy, considering the time of night," she said. "The good news is that I found the most likely room in which they're keeping the weapon."

"Should be an easy snatch and grab?"

"Absolutely; this is a group of amateurs. You and Sam can probably stay in the car."

Steve snorted. "Well, if we would just get in your way."

Nat smirked, then went to get herself some breakfast. "I'll listen in today to see if anyone says anything more about the weapon."

About two hours later, Sam and Steve were mapping out their route away from the building once Nat had the weapon. From the corner of his eye, Steve saw her frowning as she listened to the tapped broadcast. He did not like that frown. "What is it?"

She listened for about ten more seconds. "It sounds like they have a prisoner."

Sam jerked his head up. "What?"

She paused as she listened, then after two minutes she shook her head. "These idiots know nothing. They think he was after the weapon, naturally, but for all they know he could be a political prisoner or hostage." She sighed. "Should've bugged someone more useful."

"This changes things," Steve said.

"A rescue mission makes this more complicated," Nat pointed out.

"Are you suggesting we leave him?"

Nat smiled slightly. "Just making sure you were aware."

"Well, I've never been one to back down from a challenge." He looked at Sam. "You'll be fine alone in the car?"

Sam shrugged. "I can keep the engine running. You sure you won't need help with sneaking in?"

"No. Show me what blueprints you found again, Sam." He had learned several things about subterfuge and stealth over the last year from Nat. He had to.

With their combined intelligence gathering, Steve was able to map out his own route to search for this prisoner. It was likely he was being kept in the basement level of the building, so Steve would start there and work his way up, if need be. As decided before, Steve wanted to go for the non-lethal route, and they had just enough drugs to knock people out to make it happen (one of the good things of running into Fury all those months ago was getting supplies of that nature).

With their plan set, all they had to do now was wait until nightfall.

—----

Nat was right: these guys were amateurs. Steve was certain that she'd be in and out of the building in five minutes, tops. He had the longer route here just because he had to find the room this prisoner was actually being held.

Half the people in the building were asleep on the second floor; those awake were either guarding the mysterious weapon (Nat had them handled) or posted around the perimeter. He only encountered one other guard on the first floor before making his way into the basement. Those he did encounter he stashed away in dark corners so they weren't easily spotted by anyone passing by.

The basement was a little busier. The stairwell led to a long hallway filled with several tiny rooms, one of which was easily seen as occupied the moment he came to the floor. Steve took out two guys in a room at a pair of computers and kept them propped in their chairs. The other rooms in the hall were empty of people, largely filled with storage and detritus.

At the edge of the corridor was another hallway and Steve carefully peered beyond the corner to see if anyone was there. There was a man sitting outside of a door playing on his phone; that was very likely the door Steve was looking for. It was child's play to sneak up at him and jab him in the neck just as he had done with the rest.

He lowered the guard to the floor before he could fall out of his chair, then peered through the small window—hole, really—within the door to take a look inside.

Well, he had definitely found the prisoner. While the light in the room was dim, he could tell that their prisoner didn't appear Indian; his skin was just too light. Steve frowned; what was a foreign national doing dealing with a group that largely dealt with Indian affairs?

It appeared that he had crossed them in some way because the man looked terrible. Bruises and bloody scrapes blossomed across his face; they appeared to be recent hurts, gained in hours or days rather than weeks or months. His dark hair was pressed damp against his head, though from sweat or water, Steve did not know. His clothes were unlike anything Steve's seen in the future so far, at least outside of movies.

Despite his poor state of being, this group had considered their captive enough of a threat to chain him to the wall itself. Steve had no idea wall fetters like that still existed. The man was leaning his head against one of his arms pulled up, though sleeping or unconscious, he couldn't say.

Steve soon discovered neither. As soon as he took the cell door key off the unconscious guard and slotted it into the lock, the man's eyes snapped open and he straightened his position as much as he was able to. And he didn't appear afraid at all. Resigned, perhaps, but not afraid. Interesting. Nat would have quite the analysis on him from just this.

The man's grim resignation turned into outright confusion as Steve opened the door to reveal himself.

"Keep your voice down," Steve warned as he dragged the guard's body from the hallway and into the cell. He carefully shut the door to make it look closed, but left it open a crack in case it locked from the inside. He turned back to the hostage. "We'd rather avoid a full on confrontation if we can."

"Captain America?" Disbelief dripped through every syllable, but he kept his voice low. And he sounded American; that wasn't expected at all.

Steve could not help his unhappy smile. "Not so sure I can call myself that anymore."

The man remained still as Steve closed the distance between them. "Let me get these off," he muttered as he brought up the key again. But he could see the problem immediately—the key was too large for the manacles.

The man was watching him and seemed to catch his realization. "I imagine that one of the leaders has that key," he said, voice flat. Not panicked at all like many others would be if they thought they were so close to freedom and were stuck.

This man was no normal civilian, that much was clear.

Steve, though, had another idea. "Hold on." He took hold of the left manacle and chain, then paused as he caught long scars on the hand accompanied by a tremor that certainly wasn't fear. "This might pinch. Brace yourself."

The man said nothing, but hissed softly as Steve snapped the chain from the manacle as the rough metal scraped against him, despite Steve's best efforts.

"Okay?" Steve said as he slowly let go of the manacle still around his wrist, allowing the man time to gain control of his arm.

"Fine. Don't worry about it."

Steve moved to the other manacle and saw the same patterns of scars on his right hand, as well. He broke the chain with as much care as he could, and this time the man remained silent at the break.

"Can you stand?"

The man was already standing—or at least attempting it. He managed to get up to his feet, but he was leaning heavily against the wall. His eyes were focused on the corner where Steve had deposited the unconscious guard near the door. Steve followed his gaze and saw that beyond the guard was some sort of red fabric in the corner.

"I need that," the man said, leaving no room for argument in his voice. With some bemusement, Steve gathered the long length of red fabric in one hand (a coat?), and with the other dragged the guard to where the hostage once sat so anyone looking in the dimly lit room would make out the figure of a body. So long as no one took a closer look, it would hold until morning.

The man took the red fabric as soon as Steve offered it to him and slung it over his shoulder. Steve caught the glint of silver of what he assumed was some sort of clasp on his coat, and while he was no expert, it looked like the real deal.

"Surprised they didn't take those," Steve said as he nodded to the ornamentation. "Lean on me."

The man did so without protest. Steve couldn't see what was causing the other's inability to fully stand, but that would have to be examined later. He did mutter, though, "They couldn't rip the clasps off. Then they thought they were maybe cursed." For some reason this seemed to amuse the man.

Right, then. "Follow my lead," Steve murmured.

He locked the door behind them and dropped the key in one of the storage rooms within the basement. Steve was slower going out than coming in, but he had been thorough in jabbing everyone and placing them in either hidden areas or in discrete positions, should anyone pass. But for all the rumors of having a powerful weapon, as their security personnel was not what Steve would consider top-rated, he wasn't expecting any change of guard anytime soon.

The building was thankfully small enough that the journey from the cell to the exit was less than five minutes, even at the slowed pace they were forced to go. From the corner of his eye Steve saw the man turn his head at the sight of one of the men stashed on a chair, positioned as if he were asleep rather than drugged.

It wasn't until they were past the building's outer fencing and around a corner that Steve breathed more easily. Perhaps the man sensed it, because he spoke for the first time since they left the cell. "Did you kill them?"

"The guards?"

"Yes."

"No. Just drugged."

Steve felt the man exhale beside him. "Good."

That… wasn't expected. But then again, nothing about this man met any of the preconceptions he originally thought about the person he would be rescuing. "What's your name?"

"Strange."

They turned another corner. "Your name is Strange?"

"Yes."

Fair enough.

"How far are we going?" Strange asked. Steve was supporting more of his weight now, his hidden injury seeming to do a number on him.

"Not far," he assured him. "I've got a car waiting."

"Great." The 'great' sounded oddly sarcastic.

The van was only a couple minutes further, which was good because Strange only seemed to be getting weaker with every step. By the time they turned the final corner to meet it, Strange's left leg fully gave out on him. Steve caught him before he could totally collapse, but he noticed Strange's attention was fully on the van.

"I'm not the only thing you're taking from that building, am I?" he asked between clenched teeth.

How could he possibly know? Steve didn't know how to answer, but before he needed to, Sam was stepping out of the van to assist him. He took in Strange's interesting fashion choices with a raised brow, then took on the role of medic immediately. "Where are you injured?" he asked as he took Strange's other arm. He spared a look at the hand and the manacle, then gripped him on the forearm as he slung it over his shoulders.

"It's complicated," was Strange's cryptic answer. "Nothing you can—" He sharply inhaled, "—help right now."

Once they loaded Strange into the back seat (with his coat on his lap—though it was rather large to be a coat, now that he took a longer look at it), Steve asked Sam quietly as they rounded the car, "You found the weapon?"

"Well, we definitely found what they were hiding, though I'm not so sure I'd call it that," he replied.

What on earth did that mean? Steve sent Sam a look, but held off on any further questions until they were out of immediate danger.

Nat had slipped into the driver's seat as soon as Sam was out of the van, and Sam gave it up with the roll of his eyes. Steve decided to sit in the back with Strange to keep an eye on him as they drove back to their safe house about thirty minutes away. Somehow Strange seemed worse resting in the van than moving. Yes, the road was bumpy and unpaved in many spots, but he would have thought walking from his prison would have been more taxing on him.

As he eyed Strange's clenched fists, tight eyes, and pallor face, he wondered where these hidden injuries lie—and if they were all physical in nature.

Perhaps more importantly, he was wondering what on Earth another American was doing all the way out there in the middle of Uttar Pradesh and far away from any sort of tourist destination (and they had done their research—this was absolutely not an area for tourists).

Apparently he wasn't the only one wondering about him. "So, you gonna tell us who you are and what on earth you're doing all the way out here?" Sam asked, turning himself partially around to look at him.

"If we could save the interrogation for when we're stopped, I would greatly appreciate it," he said without moving his eyes from the center of the windshield.

"Carsick?" Nat asked in that casual way that was anything but casual.

"Yes," Strange said, but Steve wasn't sure if he fully believed him. It was the tight anxiety in his gaze that pointed to something else.

But what it was wasn't important for him to know. Every man had his demons. So Steve said, "His name is Strange."

Sam looked between the two of them, gaze settling on Strange. "Seriously?"

"Yes," Strange said, curt and tense.

"Right," said Sam. He cleared his throat. "Well, Mr Strange, when we get to our little base, we'll take a look at you and see what we can do for your injuries."

At first, Strange didn't seem like he would reply. Then a moment later, after Sam had already turned around and Steve was getting ready to settle in for a long, silent trip, Strange said, "Doctor."

"Pardon?" Steve asked. Sam slightly turned his head.

"It's Doctor Strange."

Well, that just created more questions than it answered.

—---

Doctor Strange could barely walk by the time they made it to the safe house. His lips were pressed tight as he contained what appeared to be excruciating agony. Steve had seen that look on men's faces before in war as they lost limbs and burned from napalm fire.

What sort of wounds was he hiding underneath all his clothing?

"He can take my cot," Sam said. The cots were in a separate, smaller room to the side of the larger room that held their base of operations. Their vital equipment didn't exceed what could fit in a single van should they need to leave fast, but at this point they had acquired decent bedding, more fresh clothing, and a mini-fridge alongside the basic necessities of the trade: their tech, a well-stocked first aid kit, non-perishables to last for several weeks, and a few weapons.

Sam already had their first aid kit by his side as they got Strange to the cot, and Strange collapsed as soon as they let him go. However, when Sam started to undo his belts to his—robes, Steve guessed—to get access to whatever hurts he was hiding, Strange stopped him by grabbing at his arm. But the grip was minimal; Strange's hand was shaking badly enough to continuously jiggle the ugly manacle still there.

"Not—not hurt—physically," he panted.

Sam raised his eyebrows incredulously at the comment. "You've got bruises all over you. Look, with this weakness, you could have a bad internal bleed—"

"No," he hissed. "Listen." His weak grip readjusted itself on Sam's arm. "Move the statuette—away from me."

Steve turned a confused look to Sam, but Sam had stilled and was looking at Strange with narrowed eyes. "How did you—"

"200 feet," he interrupted. "For an hour. You'll see." With that, he finally passed out.

"Statuette?" Steve asked.

"It was what they were protecting." Nat appeared at the door and frowned at Strange as Sam, obviously, ignored his protests and started stripping him down to both attach him to a BPM and to look for any signs of massive trauma. "He shouldn't know that we took it."

Steve frowned. "He said something of the same just as we got to the van."

Nat's eyes narrowed. "Did he, now."

Steve shook his head. "But that doesn't make sense. They were supposed to be holding onto some powerful weapon."

"Whatever our intel, the statuette was definitely the only thing they were truly guarding," Nat said. "Had two men at the entrance and one on the ground below—even more than last night." She kept her narrowed gaze upon Strange. "Maybe he is what caused all the disturbance last night, too."

Steve frowned at the information. "Did anything about it seem suspicious?"

Nat shook her head. "Not from a cursory look. It's just a rather ugly statue made out of stone. Weighs no more than 10 pounds. I was saving the closer examination for when we got back here, though."

"This makes no sense." It was Sam this time, and he was looking at the diagnostics on his small handheld that he had hooked up to Strange.

"What is it?" Steve asked.

"His vitals are not what I was expecting. His blood pressure is higher than normal, which is opposite what you'd see with internal bleeding, and none of this bruising is severe. I mean, he should still get himself to a hospital when he can to double check, but I'm not seeing any obvious signs of hemorrhaging."

Nat looked back at Strange. "He's not faking it. He's out."

"I know." Sam worked on cleaning up some of the cuts on Strange's face because they were, apparently, the worst wounds they found. "But from what I can see, he shouldn't be unconscious. I found no head trauma, no major blood loss, and his temperature's stable."

Steve pursed his lips together in thought. The world had gotten very weird the last few years.

Nat read him like a book. "You're going to entertain his idea?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, the world isn't exactly what it used to be," Steve said. "We can try for an hour. Just to see what happens."

Nat canted her head, then nodded slowly. "I know a spot. Be back soon."

—--

Fifteen minutes later, Steve had his chair at the doorway between the beds and the rest of the space as he kept an eye on Strange. Sam was working on repairing some of their surveillance tech while Nat was looking up something at the computers after having returned just a couple minutes ago.

"He said Doctor Strange, right?" Sam asked. "You think, being an American with robes and a cape and all, that he's playing at being some sort of superhero with a secret identity or something?"

Steve blinked and took another look at the red pile of cloth resting at the foot of Strange's cot. Huh, yeah, he supposed it could be a cape. A red cape like Thor's, to boot.

"I'm not so sure," Steve said as he eyed the man. "He didn't act like a civilian playing hero that got in over his head when I found him."

"Not a fake name, either," Nat said, causing the both of them to turn her way. She recited, "Doctor Stephen Vincent Strange, MD, PhD. Neurosurgeon. And yes, I found images. It's him, just without the beard and a little less grey hair."

For some reason the name sounded familiar, though Steve had no idea why. He definitely hadn't met the guy before; he was pretty sure he'd remember him if he had.

Sam raised his eyebrows high. "What in the world is a neurosurgeon doing dressed like that in the weeds of Uttar Pradesh?"

"Former neurosurgeon, actually," Nat said with a thoughtful frown. "Last news I can find of him is from early 2016 after he got into a bad car accident. His hospital doesn't list him as a doctor there, anymore."

Steve frowned softly as he looked back at Strange. That would explain his hands. But as Sam said, it didn't explain what he was doing all the way out here. Then he narrowed his gaze as he saw Strange stir—or he thought he saw him move.

Then Steve blinked as he saw the edges of the red cape start rising upward. It reminded him of a cobra. He blinked again, and yea, it was definitely moving a bit like a snake. It was slinking.

"Hey uh, Sam?"

"Hmm?"

"Clothing generally doesn't move on its own in this century, right?"

"Uh, what?"

"You better come see this."

Steve felt both Sam and Nat beside him as they watched the cape—definitely a cape, not a coat—extend itself upwards until it was no longer a bundle of cloth at the edge of the bed, but fully extended and covering Strange from the bottom of his neck to his feet.

This cape might've been bigger than Thor's cape.

"So that's definitely not normal, yes?" Steve reiterated.

"Yes, Steve, that's not normal," Nat repeated. "You two sure there wasn't any sort of tech embedded within it?"

"Surveillance would've picked up something," Sam said, which Steve knew that Nat knew.

"Right," she said. "I'd ah, I'd keep my distance from it, gentlemen."

"Right."

"Yep."

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Another twenty minutes passed before Steve heard a groan coming from the cot. He looked up from his sketch to watch a minutiae of expressions cross over Strange's face before it settled on the blank expression of a man who woke up in unfamiliar, potentially dangerous situations. Steve saw that expression all the time once, a lifetime ago.

Strange was not just a neurosurgeon, no matter where his internet trail ended. Nearly two years had passed since early 2016, after all—and much of the world had changed since then.

Steve pushed away the troubling, all-too-personal train of thought before it went somewhere dangerous. "Welcome back, Doctor Strange," he said. He kept his distance.

Strange glanced his way with a furrowed brow before a light of understanding came to his eyes. "Ah. Right." He slowly sat up, grimacing softly, frowning down at what was obviously rumpled, disturbed clothing. Speaking of clothing—the cape was floating a bit more now, its collar at the same level as Strange's head.

"Oh, good, I'm glad you're starting to feel better," Strange said, and he was definitely talking to his cape. Steve was certain about it.

"Uh," Steve started, causing Strange's eyes to focus again on him. They were no longer clouded in pain, and he could see the man had an unusually sharp gaze. "Nat was going to remove those manacles off you, but then your cape started moving…" He trailed off.

"It's a cloak," was Strange's absolutely absurd reply.

Steve was saved from replying by Sam joining him. And just out of sight of Strange, Nat lingered, listening. "Hey, doc. How're you feeling?" Steve was pretty sure Sam was mostly staring at the half-floating cape—cloak.

"Much better. Thank you for moving the statuette." He frowned at the manacles on his wrists before making something of an effort to straighten out his robes. The red cloak moved behind him and settled itself upon his shoulders with Strange saying nothing about it.

"Uh, you wanna tell us what that is?" Sam jerked his chin to the cloak as it moved.

"It's a cloak," Strange replied. With eyes that sharp, Steve knew the man was being purposefully obtuse.

"Funny." Sam crossed his arms. "You wanna tell us why it flies?"

"It's called the Cloak of Levitation. That's what it does."

Steve wasn't sure if he should be annoyed or amused by the obfuscation. He settled for something around the realm of exasperation. "Doctor Strange, please." Strange stilled his adjusting and settled his gaze on Steve. "If you would sit down with us," he gestured past his shoulder to the main room, "Natasha can remove the manacles while you answer a few questions."

Strange pursed his lips. "I don't suppose you'll let me go without answers," he said dryly, but he stood up. Steve stood as well to give Strange ample room to pass.

Steve could feel Nat stepping into line of sight just behind him. "Consider it payment for us getting you out of there."

Strange huffed as he stepped through into the main room; with his so-called cloak, his whole ensemble had an odd feeling of completion that was missing prior. "I thought the Avengers were meant to be altruistic." Steve had been pretty certain that Strange knew who the other two were, but that at least confirmed it.

Nat smiled. "Some of us are more altruistic than others." She nodded to the table where the laptops were sitting a minute ago, but were now closed and set aside. "Sit."

Steve was more than happy to leave the bulk of the interrogation to Nat. He retook his chair and Sam went back to his tech maintenance corner while Strange sat adjacent to Nat at the center table.

With her left hand, Nat slid her fingers underneath the manacle to offer some cushioning between the metal and Strange's skin, certainly raw from the metal and more sensitive with whatever lay underneath his skin now. Steve knew, only after being with her for so long, that it was yet another way she could better tell truth from lies by being right on top of his pulse.

She had never forgotten her years and years of training.

"Why were you being held in that building?" she started as she flicked open the pick.

Strange narrowed his eyes at the question. "The same reason you were drawn to it."

"And you were caught trying to take it."

"Well," Strange said, "I was not expecting to have such an adverse reaction."

Nat kept her gaze on the manacle, seemingly. Steve wouldn't doubt that she was looking up at Strange through her lashes at pertinent moments. "We came because we heard there was a powerful weapon being held there," she said slowly, "but it seems only to affect you."

Strange didn't reply, at first. "Was there a question in that statement, Miss Romanoff?"

Nat smiled. "You know my question, Doctor Strange."

Strange, again, considered his words. "And what would you do with that knowledge?"

Something that looked like true confusion flickered across Nat's expression. Steve doubted Strange caught it, but after all these years, he did. "What do you mean?"

"Don't be obtuse," Strange said, and there was an edge to his voice, suddenly. "After all, it was not even four years ago that the very agency you worked for created a weapon to kill millions. What am I to think of a person who worked for such an organization?"

The flash of something real crossing through Nat's eyes was so fast that Steve wasn't entirely sure that he hadn't just imagined it. "And all of us here were part of the team that exposed that plot." The first manacle clicked open, and Nat removed it, allowing Strange to take his wrist to rub it. "And when the worlds' governments tried to force us to sign a document that we believed endangered the world's freedom, we ran. And here we are."

Strange stared at her wordlessly, and they held a battle of wills. He had seen this expression on Nat very few times. The first she started showing it to him was when they really started working together, when—

Steve suddenly remembered. "Hydra!" At his exclamation, the battle of wills was dropped as everyone looked to him, but his eyes were again on Strange. "During Project Insight—one of their high level goons mentioned your name, your name and a few others—as he explained exactly what the algorithm was written to do." He looked at the other two. "Sitwell on the rooftop, remember?"

Realization came to them and they looked again at Strange, perhaps in a different light. "He did mention you," Sam said, pointing a screwdriver his way.

Strange cleared his throat. "That was in 2014, years before… this. They couldn't have known this would happen to me."

"And what is 'this', Doctor Strange?" Nat asked. She gestured for his left hand, and Strange gave it to her wordlessly. As she slipped her fingers underneath the metal and against his wrist, she asked, "What makes you different from us that the statue would only be an effective weapon against you?"

The silence sat. Strange said nothing, and it remained steady until the second manacle clicked open. Natasha removed it and stared at him for a moment, but when he remained still, she simply nodded and stood. "Steve can help you make arrangements to get back to where you need to go," is all she said, and turned to leave.

"Magic."

Nat stopped mid-step.

"The statuette has an adverse effect upon people who practice what you would call magic."

Sam was the first to break the silence. "Wait, do you mean 'You're a wizard, Harry,' type of magic?"

Strange's carefully blank expression fell away into a look of distaste. "The preferred term is sorcerer."

"A sorcerer is just a wizard without a hat," Sam said in return, and Strange's expression went through the whole range between gobsmacked and irritation, and back again.

Steve stepped in before Sam was completely eviscerated. "Right, so the statuette's bad news. What did you want to do with it?"

Strange seemed surprised by the question. "If it were up to me, I'd have it destroyed; were that impossible, burying it several miles deep or throwing it into the Mariana Trench is a good alternative. I'd say it could be placed in another dimension, but I'd be worried about another intelligent species potentially coming across it."

Right, dimensions. That was—something. Steve just nodded, as if all of that sounded perfectly reasonable and not completely insane.

Still, there was something Strange wasn't saying, and Steve had to make sure. "And these adverse effects—they're not permanent?"

"They're not."

"You sure?" Sam asked. "You were pretty badly off there for a time."

Strange cleared his throat. "I had been within near proximity to the object for almost a day, and the car ride's enforced closeness simply exacerbated the symptoms. They were unpleasant, but not permanent for the length of time I was exposed."

Steve narrowed his eyes; 'unpleasant' was a soldier's word for 'agonizing, but it didn't kill me so I'll be fine.' And Strange had the gaze of a man who had seen battle.

The other two noticed, naturally. They were both soldiers too. But it was Nat who prodded, to see just how much she could glean. It was almost instinctual for her to do so, Steve thought. "Sam is right to be concerned. You were near catatonic by the time the drive was through."

Strange's lip twitched upward in displeasure. He would allow some prying to establish—what? Some sort of basic trust? Whatever it was, it only went so far, and when Strange said, "I'm fine, thank you," Nat laid off with a raised hand and a slight smile.

Steve switched topics. "If you knew this statuette was so dangerous, why did you go in alone?" At Strange's quirked brow, Steve explained, "I assume there's more than one sorcerer around. You had to learn it from someone. You needed backup." Steve allowed a tone of disapproval to shine through his last sentence.

Strange heard it and rose up to it. "The statuette hasn't been encountered for quite some time, so its intensity wasn't known to any living sorcerer. Besides, we thought it was something else entirely here. If we'd known it was the statuette, we would have used a completely different strategy in retrieving it. On that note," he said, tone moving to decisive and unrelenting, "I'd like my phone call, now."

"Your what?" Sam asked.

"Well, Miss Romanoff said you'd be assisting me in getting out of here," Strange said. "To do that, I need to call somebody."

Steve nodded, though that statement led to more questions as to how Strange got out here in the first place. Did that mean there were other sorcerers in the vicinity?

They had several burner phones as part of their stash. Nat selected one not on their persons, so not yet in active use. Depending on what happened here would determine if they kept it or threw it out after this.

Strange nodded in thanks and dialed a number slowly enough that it didn't take a spy to read his movement, should he decide to steal the phone for some reason. Steve didn't think he would. Besides, if he was more concerned about keeping the number private, he certainly wouldn't have dialed it in front of Nat.

Regardless, it took about ten seconds from Strange lifting the phone to his ear for him to start talking. He stood as he did and began to slowly pace during the conversation.

"Wong, it's Stephen. I have good news and bad news." A pause. "The good news is that it wasn't the Jade of Antioch. The bad news is that it's the Empirikul Statuette."

Another pause. "Oh yeah, it's as bad as the books say it is. Can't say I recommend the experience." His cloak was swaying quite a bit. Was that natural? "The Avengers. Or, well, three former ones, I guess." Another pause. "Yeah, them. And yes. Where do you think I found a phone?" Pause. "Why would I have my wallet on me? That's an awful idea. It would've been taken from me if I had brought it."

Strange paused mid-stride as the response on the other side went for a few seconds longer than the other replies. "It wasn't—you're exaggerating. No, it wasn't that bad. The issue was the Empirikul Statuette, not the guys holding onto it. It wasn't even a day. I'm fine. But they did take my sling ring, so."

Strange rolled his eyes after another pause. "Look, it could have happened to anyone. It was just my luck that I went searching rather than someone else." He huffed in annoyance. "I just need someone to pick me up. Can you do that?" Another pause. "It's not in my immediate vicinity, but it's still too close. Give me ten minutes to walk—not going to chance the Cloak right now." A beat. "Yep. Right. Bye." He snapped the phone shut and looked at Steve. "If that's all, I should be on my way."

That phone call had only made him more curious about Strange. And when Steve exchanged looks with Sam, he could see the same on his face.

And apparently Nat wasn't going to let it go so easily, either. "This area can be dangerous at night," she said. "We'll escort you to a safe spot."

"That won't be necessary," Strange said. He set the phone back down on the table. "I can take care of myself."

Sam asked, "Your powers are fully back, then?"

Strange pressed his lips together at the question. He answered, "As I said, I can handle myself."

"So that's a no," Sam supplied.

"We wouldn't want anything to happen to you," Steve added.

Strange looked between the three of them, then exhaled in resignation. "You'd follow me regardless, wouldn't you?"

Nat smiled at him. "Wouldn't want our hard work to go to waste."

Strange rolled his eyes and gestured to the door. "Lead the way to this 'safe spot', then. Away from the statuette, if you would."

"Gladly." Nat headed to the door and Strange followed. Sam followed and Steve did as well because of course he wanted to see where this went. Before leaving, he swiped the burner phone Strange had left and slipped it into his pocket.

Nat led them through the dark back alleys southward of their hideout. In a few minutes, they were at a dead-end corridor nestled between three silent industrial buildings. "How's here?" she asked as she looked at Strange.

Strange's brow furrowed and he looked at his hands and made a gesture, then suddenly a bunch of golden sparks appeared on the tips of his fingers. "Here is far enough," he said.

Steve exchanged a look with Sam, and the latter asked, "So… what exactly can you do with magic?"

"Many things," Strange said as lowered his hands again.

Steve frowned at the vagueness of the answer. "And what is it that you do use your powers for, doctor?"

Strange looked at Steve again, his gaze considering. After a moment, he said, "When I was still learning the Mystic Arts, I was told that the Avengers handled physical threats to the world, while sorcerers handled more mystical threats—a countless number of them."

Sam folded his arms. "And that statuette is one of these so-called mystical threats?"

"In a way. In the wrong hands, it could cause a catastrophe." Strange waved his hand. "But I was thinking more along the lines of extra-dimensional entities that would enjoy consuming the Earth."

Nat tilted her head. "And do you come across those often?"

"More often than you would think," said Strange.

Suddenly, golden sparks appeared in the air behind Strange up against the wall. Nat took a step back, hand on her holster, and Steve felt Sam tense beside him. Strange, however, just turned and said, "And here's my ride."

The golden sparks widened into a circle large enough for anyone to walk through it. On the other side was a room and another man, Asian, dressed in brown robes and looking exasperated. "Strange."

"Wong." Strange stepped through the circle to the other side.

This so-called Wong glanced at Steve, then Nat and Sam. "Thank you for the assistance. We'll take care of the relic from here."

"Relic?" Sam asked.

"The statuette. You won't find any use for it, I assure you."

Nat narrowed her eyes but didn't argue. Steve decided to keep it simple. "Happy to help. You can, uh, call on us if you ever need assistance." He held the burner phone up.

Strange shot him a raised eyebrow. Wong's expression, however, remained even. "You should hope that day never comes, Captain." With that, the golden circle closed, leaving the three alone in the dark once more.

"Are we just gonna let them take the statuette?" Sam asked.

Nat's lips were pursed. "They may already have. He was able to get to Strange without knowing where he was physically. And if they were able to find the statuette in the first place without any sort of scouting and they now know it's in this area, I suspect that they could have moved it since they can travel with portals like that."

"He was right in that there's not much we can do with it," Steve said as he opened up the burner phone. "We can take a look to see if it's in the hiding spot or not anymore." He pulled up the last called number. "Either of you know what country code +977 is for?"

Nat was faster with searching. "Nepal."

"Huh. They're right next door." Steve closed the phone. "Still, I'll keep this phone handy. They may prove to be useful allies in the future."

Sam sighed. "So I guess it's now the big three rather than the big two that we gotta keep an eye out for."

"What?" Steve asked as they headed out of the alley.

"Well, it was just robots and aliens before. Now it's robots, aliens, and wizards. Or at least magical 'entities', whatever that means."

Steve huffed in amusement. "Well, we certainly do live in interesting times."

"Can't argue against that."

—----

The history of going after weapons in Syria then Lebanon, and getting picked up by Nick Fury are actually from the MCU Prelude comics! Those are considered backstory canon so I definitely recommend giving them a read, they're really interesting and fill in some holes for a lot of Avengers-related stuff around AOU, CW, and IW. (The Doctor Strange ones are really great, too.)

According to Wiki, Nat spoke *at least* 11 languages. I'm not sure how much of this is from the MCU or not. But I figured her having another language under her belt wasn't the most insane thing in the world.

The "jab to instant unconsciousness" isn't a thing in the real world, but it was established as existing in the MCU in FFH, so it makes these non-lethal special ops missions much easier. It's a fun trope so I certainly don't blame Hollywood for having it.

Finally, the Empirikul Statuette is a made up item, named as a nod to the Empirikuls, who in the comics kill all magic—items, books, users, etc. So an item that makes magic inert and makes magic users suffer in its presence seemed an appropriate item to name after them.

#stephen strange #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #doctor strange fanfiction #whump #a bit at least #prompt fill #mcu #my writing #my fanfiction #fanfic

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aakritcreativedesign · 8 months

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Modern interiors are more than just a trend. They are a way of expressing one's personality, lifestyle and taste. Modern interiors combine functionality, aesthetics and comfort, creating spaces that are both practical and beautiful. Modern interiors often feature clean lines, minimalist furniture, neutral colors, natural materials and geometric shapes. Modern interiors also incorporate elements of technology, sustainability and art, reflecting the values and needs of contemporary society.✨💫

PROJECT DETAILS👇✨

🏘️ Project : Ultra Luxury Residential Project

📌 Location : Indirapuram, Uttar Pradesh, India

🎯 Area : 54,000 sqft

⏳ Status : Ongoing project

Photography credits : @aakritcreativedesign

#modern #artwork #architecture #architettura #architectural #residential architects #architect #residentialdesign #residential #luxury home architects #luxury

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robboyblunder · 2 years

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Figured I'd share this digital Mural I did for my Ecoart class recently about successful activism efforts; the idea was to collect articles that show the less depressing side of environmentalism to inspire hope for activism!

I made two versions, one with the relevant titles and one without so you can see my art and have the context too. You can read the articles listed under the cut!

image ID in Alt text!

(please don't repost or use these, and leave my description; thanks! reblogs welcomed!)

Legal Rulings:

Protecting Amazon Rainforest Lands: https://www.business-humanrights.org/en/latest-news/ecuador-court-suspends-planned-auctioning-of-amazon-tribe-lands-to-oil-companies/#:~:text=The%20Waorani%20people%20of%20Pastaza,Pastaza%20Provincial%20Court%20%2D%20and%20won.

German Bill to force corporate contribution to cleanups of pollution/fines for litter: https://www.euronews.com/green/2022/11/03/germanys-new-plastics-bill-could-see-businesses-contribute-450-million-per-year-to-litter-

Japan and South Korea pushing against furthering fossil fuel projects, hoping to influence China: https://www.vox.com/22151710/china-japan-south-korea-climate-change-coal-finance

Supreme Court ruling shuts down seabed mining/oceanic environmental destruction: https://www.greenpeace.org/aotearoa/press-release/supreme-court-slams-door-on-seabed-mining-time-for-a-ban/

Jakarta residents win ruling against Indonesian government to rule clean air as a human right: https://www.cnn.com/2021/09/16/asia/jakarta-citizen-lawsuit-air-pollution-intl-hnk/index.html#:~:text=A%20Jakarta%20court%20on%20Thursday,on%20the%20city's%20notorious%20smog.

Green Energy:

India pushing for solar powered villages, setting future for more green energy: https://www.euronews.com/green/2022/11/01/indias-first-fully-solar-powered-village-is-helping-residents-to-save-time-and-money

China’s dedication to building massive windfarms aim to provide vital power that can replace fossil fuel for potentially 13m homes: https://www.euronews.com/green/2022/10/25/china-is-building-the-worlds-largest-wind-farm-and-it-could-power-13m-homes

Conservation Efforts/Natural Healing:

Mumbai beach is cleared in massive litter removal project reviving local wildlife: https://www.cnn.com/2017/05/22/asia/mumbai-beach-dramatic-makeover/index.html

Organization that has been dedicated to inventing massive plastic cleanup efforts for all types of waterways with massive successful runs: https://theoceancleanup.com/

Tree planting to stop Sahara desertification is succeeding in building a new ecosystem: https://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/great-green-wall-stop-desertification-not-so-much-180960171/

India plants 50 million trees inciting a global race to plant more encouraging mass replanting efforts: https://www.nationalgeographic.com/science/article/india-plants-50-million-trees-uttar-pradesh-reforestation

Organization that protects coral reefs and is advancing new promising techniques that may be the key to bringing back coral health in changing climate: https://www.secore.org/site/corals/detail/coral-restoration.20.html

NASA study finds we’re on track to repair ozone hole in atmosphere: https://www.nasa.gov/feature/goddard/2018/nasa-study-first-direct-proof-of-ozone-hole-recovery-due-to-chemicals-ban

#mural #environmentalism #ecoart #scenery #original #long post #eye strain

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its-mysun · 11 months

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MYSUN: The Preferred Solar Partner for Residents of Meerut

In the quest for sustainable energy solutions and assured savings, MYSUN has emerged as the preferred solar partner for the citizens of Meerut, a city located in Western Uttar Pradesh. With a wide range of offerings at various price points and a commitment to customer satisfaction, MYSUN has established itself as a trusted name in the solar industry since 2016. Not just Meerut, nearby cities such as Panipat, Sonipat, Hapur, Muradnagar, Muzaffarnagar etc have seen MYSUN become the solar company the residents trust.

In this blog post, we will explore the reasons why MYSUN is the go-to solar partner in Meerut for homeowners, focusing on financing offerings, subsidies, free AMC packages, and local expertise.

Local Expertise and Understanding:

MYSUN's deep understanding of the local solar landscape in Meerut sets them apart as the preferred solar partner. We are well-versed in the unique solar requirements, local climate conditions, and regulatory policies of the region. This local expertise enables MYSUN to design and install solar solutions that are perfectly tailored to maximize efficiency and savings for each homeowner in Meerut. This means top quality solar systems, delivered on time, always.

Flexible Financing Options:

At MYSUN, we acknowledge and understand that upfront costs can be a barrier for many homeowners and societies considering solar installations. To address this concern, MYSUN offers flexible financing options, making solar more accessible and affordable. We have partnerships with financial institutions such as PayTM and Bajaj Finserv and provide in-house financing solutions, offering easy installment plans or loans that can be customized to meet the specific needs of our customers in Meerut.

Subsidies and Incentives:

As an empanelled vendor with the DISCOM, MYSUN is well-versed in the various government schemes and policies. We assist customers in understanding and accessing the available subsidies, tax benefits, and other incentives. By leveraging these opportunities, MYSUN helps residents in Meerut maximize their savings and achieve a faster return on investment.

Free Annual Maintenance Contract (AMC) Packages:

MYSUN goes above and beyond to ensure customer satisfaction by offering various free Annual Maintenance Contract (AMC) packages with their solar installations. These packages provide peace of mind to customers, knowing that their solar systems will be regularly inspected, maintained, and serviced by MYSUN's skilled technicians. The free AMC package covers routine checks, cleaning, and performance optimization, ensuring that the solar systems continue to operate at their peak efficiency. In addition, MYSUN has recently launched a new revolutionary Automated Cleaning system, called MASC which can be availed at introductory prices.

High-Quality Solar Solutions with options at various price segments:

MYSUN maintains the highest standards of quality in their solar solutions. We utilize cutting-edge technology and superior components, coupled with rigorous quality control measures. By partnering with trusted manufacturers and adhering to stringent industry standards, MYSUN ensures that each solar system installed in Meerut delivers optimal performance, longevity, and reliability. Beyond the strict quality control, MYSUN also offers a wide range of product offerings including customized and personalized systems which suits the need of the customers well.

Conclusion:

MYSUN has earned its reputation as the preferred solar partner for citizens of Meerut by keeping them at the heart of our business. Ensuring the best possible savings and a delightful experience has always been the key driving force behind MYSUN. Get in touch with our solar advisors today for a free consultation on +918448380218 .

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laundrikart · 11 months

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cleaning service in Noida

Noida, a prominent city in the Indian state of Uttar Pradesh, is known for its thriving commercial sector and residential developments. With a growing population and an increasing number of offices, homes, and commercial spaces, the demand for professional cleaning services in Noida has witnessed a significant rise. These cleaning services cater to the diverse needs of individuals, families, and businesses, ensuring a clean and hygienic environment. Here's an overview of cleaning services in Noida.

Residential Cleaning: Professional cleaning companies in Noida offer comprehensive residential cleaning services tailored to meet the unique requirements of homeowners. They employ skilled and trained cleaners who utilize advanced equipment and eco-friendly cleaning products to ensure a spotless and sanitized living space. These services typically include deep cleaning of floors, bathrooms, kitchen, dusting, vacuuming, and window cleaning.

Commercial Cleaning: Noida is home to numerous businesses, ranging from small startups to large corporations. To maintain a clean and presentable workplace, companies in Noida rely on commercial cleaning services. These services encompass regular cleaning and maintenance of office spaces, retail stores, educational institutions, and healthcare facilities. Professional cleaners ensure a clean working environment, promoting employee productivity and enhancing the overall image of the business.

Specialized Cleaning: In addition to regular cleaning, Noida-based cleaning services also offer specialized cleaning solutions. This includes carpet cleaning, upholstery cleaning, floor polishing, marble cleaning, and post-construction cleaning. These services require specialized equipment and techniques to achieve optimal results, and professional cleaning companies in Noida have the expertise to handle such tasks efficiently.

Customized Solutions: Cleaning service providers in Noida understand that every client has unique needs. To cater to individual requirements, they offer customized cleaning packages. Whether you need a one-time deep cleaning service or a recurring cleaning schedule, these companies can tailor their services to fit your preferences and budget.

Professional Staff: One of the key advantages of hiring a cleaning service in Noida is the availability of trained and experienced cleaning staff. These professionals undergo comprehensive training and have a deep understanding of different cleaning techniques and safety protocols. They are equipped to handle various cleaning challenges and ensure high-quality results.

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charusingh · 1 year

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Solar Panel Subsidy in UP: The Ultimate Guide to Solar Panel Subsidy in Uttar Pradesh

Solar Panel Subsidy in UP

In today's world, renewable energy sources like solar power have become essential to combat climate change and reduce our dependence on fossil fuels. To encourage the adoption of solar panels, the government of Uttar Pradesh has introduced a solar panel subsidy program. This program aims to financially support individuals, businesses, and organizations interested in harnessing the sun's power. In this blog post, we will explore the benefits of solar panel subsidies and guide you through the application process.

The Uttar Pradesh government offers financial assistance through subsidies to offset the cost of installing solar panels. These subsidies help reduce the upfront investment required, making solar power a viable option for a wider range of individuals and entities.

The UP Solar Panel Subsidy program is designed to make solar power more affordable and easily accessible for residents, promoting the adoption of clean energy and reducing reliance on traditional electricity sources. The government has implemented subsidies specifically for home solar panels as part of this initiative, aiming to support and encourage the transition to sustainable energy solutions.