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causticbibliophile · 3 months
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radha is all of us 😭💪🏻
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My favourite Krishna painting of all time-
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Since Mod G is trying to revive the blog, I'll also do my part. I decided to begin it by sharing this painting I think about a lot. It's called 'Krishna Consorting Radha in a Guise of a Gopi' by Sunayani Devi. It's on display at the Indian Museum. And I absolutely adore it.
It's supposed to be flirting but it just looks like Krishna has the SICKEST gossip to share. The tea is piping hot and he's about to serve it.
-Mod S
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devimayi · 8 months
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i imagine vrindavan to be chaotic and messy in the best way possible. krishna playing his flute means that everyone will stop whatever they are doing. radha and the sakhis constantly try to outwit this makhan chor but to no avail. every prank of theirs is reported by the parrots that krishna bribes feeds everyday for this entire purpose.
mother yashoda and nanda maharaj are doing their duties when krishna's elder brother balram rushes in, throwing accusations against krishna.
krishna refutes them and the parents share a fond look with each other while their mischevous children argue.
dwarka is no less chaotic, perhaps tempered by the maturity krishna shows. the makhan chor of braj remains with the people of vrindavan, gokul, barsana and only them. dwarka sees the dawn of yaduvanshi vāsudev shri krishna. a new leaf of the same flower of madhav.
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sambhavami · 7 months
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Krishna: a character adored for over two thousand years, revered as one of the most significant political masterminds of the ancient world with his words forming the philosophical core of the country today. Concurrently, he is the god shrouded in inimitable domesticity- as a friend, a lover, and a child. No other deity in the Hindu pantheon has probably achieved as dear a position in the hearts of people as this flute-wielding cowherd of Gokula.
For generations, he has shined as the muse of countless poetfolk, of unfinished business, of unspoken desires and of repressed lovers' qualms. In Meera's longing for her marble beloved, and in Kothai's dulcet dreams of a celestial wedding, Krishna blossoms not as a warrior, but rather as a confidante of young women- the keeper of all secrets.
Curse, o ye, this wedding of devotion, 
For I was better off unmarried,
Writes the lovestruck Nawab Sadiq Hilm,
I was well enough at my mother's; 
Oh, why did I pine for him?!
Who am I, or what: go ask Rizwan, the gatekeeper
For heaven has been rejected by my forebearers!
He says, in a nostalgic ode to the cowmaids from old tales. To the ones that massage the dust off their feet on Krishna's fevered forehead to soothe his illness, even as the apparent disrespect dooms their afterlives.
Jayadeva notes a more rugged form of Krishna, one that is almost hungry for love. His Radha smiles down upon Radharaman Dutta's kalankini. Of course, she would accept even infamy if it was in relation to her Krishna. However, in time, this epithet has been reclaimed as a celebration of the meteoric, tempestuous love that this unseemly duo had carved out for themselves of the pages of a mostly unwilling history.
Tagore's Krishna is mysterious, eagerly anticipated but rarely seen. Rather, here Radha's pining is crushing and all-encompassing, inherited from Chandidas' virahini. Radha's guttural desire to transform Krishna into herself, subjecting him to the same suffering that she undergoes as a woman in love with a furious ideology more than a man, reverberates eerily against the lighthearted cross-dressing tale of Surdas'.
As often as bards favour the songs extolling the love of the cowherd and the wedded maiden, Krishna's wives are seldom accorded any thought outside of Vasudeva's family tree. Their silence speaks to the stringent rules of a typical patriarchal household. Some of them do speak, and hence Satyabhama becomes conceited and Kalindi wayward. However, the mere few lines that they are mercifully allotted in the text are enough to speak to their resilience. The lines inadvertently hold up a window to the million unspoken words and unexchanged glances. It speaks to the long years, happy and sad. It speaks to the nights of waiting for the beloved to return. It speaks to the quiet lunches in curtained rooms and taste tests in the kitchen.
Each of Krishna's eight wives has their own life, and their own equation with Krishna. Each of their distinct personalities, coupled with their unique introductions to the prince has the potential to bring a distinct flavour to the story of Krishna, the statesman. The understanding that Krishna's heart belonged first to Vrindavana and then to his ambition, must have weighed somewhat on their hearts and yet, the choice to patch up the battle-hardened cowherd, after every blow, sans complaint, and send him out into the world as the architect of history, must have demanded restraint.
The distinct turn of events that brings each of the chief eight queens to Krishna's is quite interesting. Rukmini, the first, demonstrates heart, even if it is born out of desperation. Seizing control of her life, she sends a message, relying solely on rumours of his compassion. Her gamble yields returns manifold as Krishna not only rescues her from an unwanted marriage, but instates her as his chief consort, elevating her, alongside himself, to a divine status. Far from the impulsiveness of her youth, Pandhari's Rakhumai, astute beside her beloved, proudly bears a conch-shell, calling for harmony and community. In life as well, Rukmini brings to Krishna much needed stability, and oversees the blossoming of the city of Dwarika as well as Krishna's growing household.
Jambavati and Satyabhama are given in marriage to the prince by their respective fathers and do not seem to have much of a voice at the time. Jambavati fulfills an ancient destiny, a forgotten promise, then going on to mother the child that ultimately brings about the demise of the Yadava clan. Satyabhama, though often maligned with unfair accusations, is self-reliant. Making no attempt to hide herself from the eye of society, takes her rightful place beside Krishna, not on a throne, but by his side in battlefields. Kalindi however, is an extremely interesting character in Krishna's story. Enmeshed between mortal and divine, she exists as neither. Chancing upon the prince, she unabashedly declares her intentions to be married, and yet she is uncharacteristically silent after her marriage. Lakshmana and Mitravinda, are both won in conquest. They might have been able to sympathize with Rukmini, given their kin had turned against them, on account of their choice of a life partner. Bhadra, on the other hand, has no fancy contests to boast of, or an adventurous rescue. She marries Krishna at the behest of her brother, the only highlight being the arduous journey she undertakes from Kekaya to Dwarika.
After their marriages, these women practically disappear from the narrative until their last moments. We can assume that they were all presumably content with a life outside the spotlight. One can only hope to be privy to their lives after marriage, to know their dreams, nightmares and daily chores. They enter Krishna's life at crucial junctions, and I choose to believe they each had a unique effect on Krishna's worldview, bringing with them a fresh outlook into the mostly stagnant golden city.
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janaknandini-singh999 · 8 months
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After Krishna left for Dwarka, Radha used to keep herself a lot busier than usual; doing her chores back in Vrindavan, talking to the trees finding Krishna in everything, taking care of the people and animals. At night she would go to her room and sit in front of the mirror, sigh and take out her shringaar. Tonight, as soon as she looked into her reflection, it was her Kanha smiling at her.
"How's Dwarka dheesh doing?" she carefully kept her tone as teasing, afraid that if he suspects even a little bit of sadness then he will come running to her right away, leaving everything behind
"Oh please, Radhe. You should come sometime, you used to before but you barely do now."
Radha cupped Kanha's cheek in the mirror
"My sweet mohana, you know I can't. It's my duty to give you and your ashtabharya all the space and love," laughing, she added a little wistfully "As it is I don't really have a good reputation out here. Krishna's lover. But why? Krishna has millions of lovers. The whole brahmaand is his lover. Why worship one exclusively with him? If he loves all his lovers equally then why just worship this Radha with him? She isn't even his wife. Unlike Mahadev and Parvati, they aren't even legitima-"
"Radhe." Krishna stopped her with tears in his eyes
Radha, hurting as much as him, apologized and continued "but it is true, my love. People only view love as black or white. They think marriage is sanctity when it is the bond that is. Not the label."
Nodding, Krishna whispered "do you miss me?"
She laughed till there were tears in her eyes too "Oh Kanha, you are everywhere I look. Every time I breathe."
"Then why talk to me like this? Why summon me here?"
"Because you are everywhere. Everywhere but right here."
Kanha's eyes softened "I am within you, sakhi. Always."
Nodding and smiling, she looked away to wipe her tears "yes yes, I know that." she looked back in Kanha's eyes "only if I could somehow tell that to Yashoda maiya, Nand baba and all the gopiyan and people here. Maiya is inconsolable, kanha. She cries and says 'that boy always tricks me. I saw the universe in his mouth when he was a child. Now wherever I look, I see him. But I just want him to come steal my makhan. Kanha, where are you? I promise I'll never scold you.'
Krishna touches the mirror ever so gently
"Kanha, they think you are not real when you are everywhere. They think it's an illusion and all they do is weep."
"But they forgot that Maya is Krishna and Mohana is Krishna. Everything that involves krishna is as real as the morpankh falling from the sky quietly into their palms when they think of Him." Radha and krishna whisper at the same time
"Tomorrow the Pandavas and Kauravas fight and I'm Arjuna's saarthi. After killing Kansa mama, the trajectory of my life has changed completely. But I miss Vrindavan, Kishori. I honestly don't even know what to do. They call me God but forget I'm a human in this avatar too. All I can feel is Gandhari's pain. Even if she hates me with everything she has and cursed me for my existence but I just can't help but feel for her so deeply. What can I do?" he sobs
"What Kauravas did was wrong but Gandhari is a mother, kanha. Her pain can't be measured. It is unbearable but justified. But so is your karma and dharma. Whatever you do will be remembered forever. They all need you. So go, sakha. Do what needs to be done. I believe in you. I love you. We all do."
Krishna smiled through the tears
Radha whispered "we parted physically to fulfill our dharma in this lifetime but you know? I.. I'm just so tired, Kanha. It's been so long. I just want to go home. To Goloka. Our home. I feel my purpose here is coming to an end..."
"So is mine, Radhe.. so is mine. We are One." Kanha clutched the mirror closer to his chest and Radha did too - both of them in an eternal embrace.
"We will go home very soon. To everyone we love, finally. It's my vachan, sakhi."
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chashnii · 10 months
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same radha-rani, s a m e.
― [found this on pinterest]
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jstor · 1 year
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How stunning are these 19th-century prints from India by Shri Gobinda Chandra Roy? They're available free to everyone in The Cleveland Museum of Art collection on JSTOR, which includes more than 28,000 open access images.
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krishnaart · 4 months
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☀ SHRI KRISHNA GOVINDA ☀
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kaal-naagin · 5 months
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I lost a part of me in Vrindavan
Mera kuchh reh gaya udhar
I couldn't spend more than 2 days there but I don't know
Sab bohot apne se lage
Aisa laga jaise Mai koi aisi jagah aa gai jo Prithvi ka hissa nahi hai
Aur ek ladka Mila jiske aankhein mujhe Andar se jhakjhhor diya
Pata nahi Kab meri Laadli ju ki kripa prapt hogi aur dobaara jaane ka saubhagya prapt hoga
Suna hai Vrindavan mein Marne se Gupt Vrindavan ka ansh ho jaate hain
Jahaan Thakurji ke Vigraha aapse baat karte hain, Maakhan maangte hain, do din naa jaao toh haal puchhte hain
Nahi chahiye mujhe swarn, swarg ya swayambhaav
Mujhe bas mere LaadliLaal chahiye
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(This man stole something from me. Agar Pata mile toh Bata Dena Sakhiyo)
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pixlerelish · 4 months
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Making of: Jab Harry Met Sejal
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krishna-premi · 10 months
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किसना से मिलती है
भूल के हर बंधन
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unhingedsadness · 1 year
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"Har koi tumhe samajh paye? " Kyaaaaa sakhi! Har koi tumhara krishn thodi hay
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sex-death-rebirth · 1 year
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The Pavilion of Love by unknown artist, c. 1760
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kanhapriya · 7 months
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Krishna : I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—
Radha: Hi.
Krishna : *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*
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janaknandini-singh999 · 9 months
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So much krishna but not enough Radharani in our gopiblr so I shall write some canon features about the Goddess Gopi and my fav bestie ever <3
"जो जग को मोहित करे वो मोहन, जो मोहन को मोहित करे वो राधा~"
Radha is your sweet seeming girl who's more mischievous than even krishna. Loving sister vibes. The daughter of Vrishbhanu and Kirtida, she's also the daughter Yashoda maiya never had, always helping her and teasing kanha with her. But in the end they both dearly give in to his leela.
She's sooo soft but very passionate and loyal when it comes to krishna and her sakhis. She heard Radha Kaise Na Jale and laughed throughout the song. "Radha is literally krishna and krishna is radha, how can I be jealous of other gopis when I want my kanha to be as much loved as possible?"
She twins with Rukmini and gives her tips as to how to enchant krishna. She makes handmade gifts and sweets for the Ashtabharya of Krishna. "What about mee!!? :(" krishna pouts and asks. "Kanha, all our childhood I've made maakhan for you. Won't you let me make something for my new sakhis now? Now shhh, don't disturb me"
She discusses everything with her bestie Parvati. "Mahadev is so devoted to you, and here kanha is always messing with me!! I don't like to pull his ears and chase him down when he runs away but he leaves me with no choice!!!"
Parvati smiles "If Krishna lets anyone joyfully punish him then it's his Radha."
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hindulivesmatter · 4 months
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Radha
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