#yadava shit

[mitraavarunaa]

i never see this discussed, but i do really wonder about what rohini (balarama's mother, not chandra's wife) must have thought of vrindavan!krishna versus dwaraka!krishna. what would she say, what did she see? is it a sharp dissonance; or is he the same - does a man change so much between being smeared in stolen butter and being adorned with silk and gold and power? is it not just what all parents see when their children grow up? is it really so different, was he really so different to her?

i know at least balarama thought krishna was that different (see episode syamantak + episode duryodhan's death) from who he knew and that's...understandable, he was a child too, a child who played with another, then they both grew up. but how did it look from an adult's perspective?

because if rohini too thought that krishna really was that different... you understand, right, that rohini was krishna's only other remaining link to his childhood? could she ever love adult krishna the way she did little krishna, if she thought the same? adult krishna must have faded in colour to the mother in her with that godlike distance and impersonal cheer, then.

did anyone ever see that child krishna had buried deep under the muck of aryavarti politics since he left vrindavana behind?

how do modern writers ever censure krishna for never having visited vrindavana like balarama did? what could he have done, if they saw the child in him buried and silent and nigh dead? that would rob him of his childhood in full

#mahabharata #krishna #bhagavatam #ok that went away from me #mum of tangents hello again #rohini #balarama #yadava shit

[ginazmemeoir]

here you go with chapter 4 of Shakuntala :D

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“You have a meeting at 30 minutes from the second prahar with the minister of irrigation, then you have lunchtime with the emissary of Mathura and then at 15 minutes to the third prahar you will be meeting the Ambassador of Crete.” Dushyant’s assistant said so in a single breath, informing the king of his busy schedule. As a king, Dushyant had tried to take Hastinapur from a kingdom in the Ganga-Yamuna plains to a successful empire in his decade long rule. Part of that came from fighting wars for the devas, who granted him with resources and military might in exchange. Just hearing about his day made his temples throb. The minister of irrigation would just squeeze him dry for more funds, which would probably go towards financing his new mansion, but of course sacking him would anger other nobles. The emissary of Mathura now belonged to the Bhoja clan, since the Yadavas had once again elected a leader of a different clan and so negotiating with her would be tricky since she would hold all deals done under the previous rulers null and void. And the Ambassador of Crete was an insufferable prick whom he wanted to defenestrate. The only respite he had from all this was his wife, Yavanika.

Named ‘The Little Greek’, Yavanika was the princess of Gandhara. Their marriage had been one of necessity, mostly to form a matrimonial alliance between the two kingdoms, and partly from Dushyant’s desire to puzzle out the woman in the visions. Her memory was becoming fuzzier day by day, and yet he wanted to reach out to her, to find her; but it was impossible finding someone who only existed in your imagination. Yavanika fit that description the closest, but not quite. Though she could not be his wife, since she already had a partner and had wedded her here in Hastinapur - albeit secretly, with only Dushyant and a priest present along with their innermost circle for her wife was a commoner with no luminous ancestry, and that could’ve hurt diplomatic prospects - she was his constant companion and friend. She understood him like nobody else did, and often took up administration and statecraft and the occasional ambush troop, which is why he regretted to inform her of her dreadful future just about now.

“You’re handling the Cretean ambassador,” he said, hugging her as she planted a kiss on his cheeks.

“That’s going to cost you a trip to Lanka and a year-long supply of gujiya.”

“I would rather eat horse shit than even sit next to that high nosed imbecile.”

“Remember that at your next state dinner. I’ll make sure its fresh.” She added, chuckling as she saw his face morphing into amused annoyance.

“Well I’m going to need to give him a valid excuse as to why ‘The Little Greek Queen’ is meeting him instead of the king. He might think of it as a tactic, you know, since I’m half Greek.”

“Hmmm… tell him I’ve got a meeting with the fisherfolk and waterways guild.”

“And how do you get past the balls crushing truth spell?” she reminded him.

When he had ascended the throne, Dushyant had his court preceptor cast a truth spell on him – that way he could only speak the literal truth, which still opened multiple ways of manipulation and interpretation. His father had made a lot of empty promises in his short-lived reign, which had cost their kingdom a lot, and he didn’t want to make the same mistakes.

“Oh its true. They have been protesting for about three months now about taxes and a possible river monster and what not. Why do you think I’m meeting the minister of irrigation?”

“Because you’ve got to keep him happy?”

“No. I am a concerned king who truly thinks that digging channels in the ground is interesting… OF COURSE I’M DOING IT TO KEEP HIM HAPPY!” he replied in a sarcastic tone, his head and elaborate crown bouncing along.

After lunch, Dushyant set out on horse on a tour of the city, finally making his way towards the fishing sector. It was essential for the masses to get a glimpse of their king time to time, and to know that he was truly concerned about them, unlike their previous ruler who broke their backs with taxes which he used to blow up on prostitutes and his collection of oddities : which included a pot with ‘trapped air’ (it was an empty earthen pot. He sometimes wondered how his father even inherited the throne), and so it was important for the king to parade himself every now and then.

His procession soon reached the fisherfolk’s sector, which was decorated with wind chimes fashioned like shells, fantastic murals of marine and riverine life and covered in green fabric of multiple shades to mimic the sea. A shrine of Yamuna, the goddess of the river which flowed through the northern plains and joined Ganga at Prayag, along with Varuna, the god of the seas and oceans, greeted him at the entrance along with the stench of gutted fish. Had he not been trained in courtly etiquette, Dushyant would’ve barfed right there on the gods. Masking his expression, he rode on confidently towards the Dasharaj, or the Lord of the Ten, the leader of all the fishing clans in the kingdom. Sitting on a mock throne made out of a slab of granite, shaded by a palash tree like a mighty red parasol, his turban resembling the tree above and his white dhoti and angavastra billowing in the wind, the Dasharaj was actually a quite powerful member of society, who controlled the fisherfolk and through them the waterways – angering him could make the Yamuna herself your enemy. A tall, strapping man with a full moustache, a slightly protruding belly and oil smeared over his body, he was a former weaver who had left a lifetime of draining work in front of a loom to instead become ‘a servant of the Great Yamuna, the Daughter of the Sun’. Bowing to him, Dasharaj led him inwards to his house instead of the council chamber. “Hate to inform you, but if you think that this assassination plot is going to work then you’re sorely mistaken.” Dushyant teased him.

“Life is meaningful my liege. Don’t speak so tritely of it.” He said, chiding the king.

Taking out a small box from his drawer, he handed it over to him. “A fisherman died yesterday. He had no children, and was quite frankly disliked by many, so his property got turned over to the community. While most of his things were repurposed and utilised, this one seemed… odd, for a lowly fisherman to possess. So, in accordance to the law, I have passed it over to you.” He informed him. According to the law, all of the possessions should’ve reverted to the king, but Dushyant rarely interfered in internal matters unless peace and order were threatened. He was about to open the box when Dasharaj stopped him. “I’d rather not do it here king. Lot of prying eyes and wagging tongues you see.” He said gingerly, and then led him on towards the meeting.

Either the head of the fisherfolk was really bad at murdering people, or Dushyant was about to see something even more fascinating than an empty pot.

#shakuntala #dushyant #my fic

[herawell]

I was thinking about the first generation Starks, the Martells, and the Yadava siblings, and I was struck by how similar their dynamics are. (This does rely quite a bit on headcanon/fanon/supposition.)

Ned - Doran - Balarama

The level-headed eldest brother (or second-eldest) who is often the Only Sane One and stoically bears his siblings’ misdeeds (although he is capable of bringing out the rage when need be).

Brandon - Oberyn - Krishna

The firebrand passionate youngest son (Brandon being a rare eldest) who feels deeply and often acts without thinking. Very much the biggest headache of the more subdued brother.

Lyanna - Elia - Subhadra

The only girl who’s ostensibly the more reasonable one and a boon to the calm brother, but is very much in cahoots with the firebrand brother and Will Fuck Shit Up. (We don’t see too much of Elia’s wild side, given how little she appears in canon and how most of it was spent as Crown Princess in an increasingly hostile situation, but from how she and Oberyn were described as ‘inseparable’ I’m pretty sure he rubbed off on her.)

(I think Benjen falls somewhere in between all three categories, depending on the situation.)

Also, all the brothers are unquestionably ride-or-die for their sisters.

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf #house stark #house martell #mahabharata #hindu mythology #brandon stark #ned stark #lyanna stark #benjen stark #doran martell #elia martell #oberyn martell #balarama #krishna #subhadra #parallels #ally talks #meta #brothers who loved their sisters to the ends of their lives #brother mention cw #sister mention cw #sibling mention cw

[shyampyari]

Ready for debate ha? Gandhari aur abhimanyu grey ka konsa shade hai?

oof. This feels like a bullet. Im sorry but I can’t seems to find ANYTHING against Abhimanyu, this baby is fool-proof. But I have an opinion that can sound toxic to some ppl but please bear with me. However, I might have some points against Gandhari (I’m sorry on advance) 

Abhimanyu: This boy *already crying* was so precious that it made Arjuna loose his shit when he died(mark the fact that it wasn’t the same case with his other sons). Abhimanyu was taken away from the pandavs at such a young age it just *proceeds to full on sobbing* HE DESERVED BETTER OK?

Send me hate or whatever for this but Imma just put this out there. Abhimanyu was trained by legit one-man-army ppl like Pradyumana(Krishna’s son), Krishna and Arjuna. If he had survived the war or so, 1) the war would have ended faster, 2)he obviously wouldn't be ruling a kingdom but would be know as the greatest worrier ever. This will, at some point, get to him head and thus give him a ego or pride or just something negative (like what happened with Arjuna). Again, this is just theory, I can be wrong.  

Gandhari: This women and her moh for her sons 🤦‍♀️. I could never admire her sacrifice for her husband, it was done straight out of love but if you try to understand the situation, she should have kept what her husband needed the most, she could have become the his eyes. However this definitely not a flaw, just a bad decision(according to me). What I find flawed is how she let her sons be influenced by Shakuni. She definitely knew Shakuni would avenge his father and thus she should have been cautious. But she loved and trusted her sons so much she ignored all there ill behaviour. She could have stoped it when Duryodhan had tried to kill bheem or when they bullied the Pandvas. She could have. *signs* And then her curse on the yadava clan and Krishna, that was a shit move really but can’t blame her. Sorry I take that back.

Still at the end I can only sympathise with this women or infact any women of this epic, the pain of all these women is so unbearable, they tried everything in their will stop the shit from doing down, if only they had the power, the determination and that is why I absolutely adore Draupadi. Samragini be the only women who even tried to stand up for herself. All my respect and love for my queen.  

#abhimanyu #gandhari #mahabharat #ask #I'm not stable after answering this #I need a Krishna asap #mahabharat facts