Desi Academia - Blog Posts

Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!

For such as we are made of, such we be.

.......

O time! thou must untangle this, not I;

It is too hard a knot for me to untie!

MOODBOARDS FOR FUN🎭

ASK ME ANYTHING AND I SHALL REPLY THROUGH MOODBOARDS.

Imdad Barbhuyan

Dark academia moodboard set in Gujarat

//I've grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the only thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.//

- The Picture Of Dorian Gray - O.Wilde

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Devi Saraswati, the one who is dressed in a white attire, who is the epitome of knowledge and education, the one who governs learning in the Universe,

You hold the Veena and the book, you remove the darkness by illuminating our lives with the knowledge

You hold a garland of beads that sparkle and you are seated on a lotus that represents blossoming mindfulness.

I worship you, O mother Sharada, the Goddess of wisdom

Tags: @navaratna @allegoriesinmediasres @lil-stark @manwalaage @bluebeadss @kajaaaaaaal @aasthuu @balladofableedinggod2112 @itsfookingloosah @svapnakalpa-mareechi @kalavathiii @thewinchestergirl1208 @arachneofthoughts @ambarsariyaaaa @reallythoughtfulwizard @wishingicouldcontroltime @almondswirls @swayamev @saanjh-sakhi @raisemybodybacktolife

Also hope Maa saraswati blesses us to pass our exams and tests

वीणापाणी VEENAPANI (ବୀଣାପାଣି) ballpen rendition of maa Saraswati Artist: Bijay Biswaal. (via Instagram: Bijay Biswaal)

Colors of SLB films

(devdas, hum dil de chuke sanam, bajirao mastani, padmaavat, goliyon ki raasleela ram leela, black, saawariya)

desi dark academia mood board

eldest child. artistic, botany student. hiding behind saccharin smiles and soft frowns. voice tingling until it stops serenading. will the expectations ever stop?

sing to me to me, Aaranya. the forest you grew around yourself, is humming, with the vibrations of your music.

✨ANCIENT INDIA AESTHETIC MOODBOARD✨

For @suvarnarekha

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Man Kyun Behka Re Behka Aadhi Raat Ko

She lay on the bed with the man dancing away to the rhythms of his own pleasure. Yes, he was just a man....She couldn't remember his name. It didn't even matter. She didn't care anymore. Her mind had danced away into the humble room filled with the scent of the jasmines adorning her hair. Is this how Krishna's flute sounded to Radha?....The way her quiet giggles sound to her?......The way she has stolen her sleep just like Krishna stole Radha's heart. The entire day seemed like a dream. But the night was ethereal. Their hearts spoke after years. She felt like she was not alone after so long. Their joy was drunk in moonlight and their laughter heralded the moonrise.

Why did her heart feel so restless that midnight?

She wanted to keep hearing the sounds of her anklets. For one night that music was only for her. She had said that her anklets were singing differently that night. They had laughed and then she had looked at her...Into her eyes, her soul...Not just her body. She had smiled and looked away. Is that the shyness her mother used to tell her about? The one which was supposed to come swooping down like a veil whenever her husband looked at her but never did? Why did the sindoor feel so different when she put it on her forehead? It hadn't felt like that in the ten years of her marriage. They had talked that night....Talked of life, of sorrows that had so long been confined within the four walls of their hearts. Nights had always been quiet....But that night rang with the words that had been buried under the shadows of loneliness.

Why did her heart feel so restless that midnight?

Desi dark academia 🍂

'i don't believe in magic' the young boy said . 'you will when you see her' the old man replied smiling .

~atticus

desi pride moodboard: mlm pride flag

"he's freed some fire from ice in pity for heaven. he's left open- for god - the doors of hell tonight." // agha shahid ali, tonight

[ image ID in alt text. terfs dni. ]

dark/light academia moodboard

[ moodboard for an oc in the novel i'm working on. she is interested in vintage bollywood and mughal history. ]

desi dark academia set in south india

"girlhood was as ephemeral as a drop of water on a lily pad." // chitra banerjee divakaruni, the forest of enchantments

dark academia moodboard set in uttar pradesh, india

"in the softened light i too am able to look at the taj without screwing up my eyes. as the boy said, it does not change. therein lies beauty." // ruskin bond, footloose in agra

Arre jhumka gira re Bareily ke bazaar me in jhumka gira re

तू जहाँ जहाँ चलेगा मेरा साया साथ होगा मेरा साया साथ होगा…

कभी मुझको याद करके, जो बहेंगे तेरे आँसू तो वहीं पे रोक लेंगे, उन्हें आ के मेरे आँसू

मैं अगर बिछड़ भी जाऊँ, कभी मेरा ग़म न करना मेरा प्यार याद करके, कभी आँख नम न करना

तू कोई जनम भी लेगा मेरा साया साथ होगा…

I would have opened this letter with a ‘dear’, however I wondered for a long time if it would indeed be a correct way for me to address you, after all this time. A lifetime seems to have passed between that evening of 1952 and now, sometimes even making me feel that I have slept through the last 30 years. I would often look at faces of my children and grandchildren, wondering if I am stuck in some never ending dream from which I might wake up any minute now. My hair has greyed in the fringes of my temple and forehead, my smile is showing signs of wrinkle and my fingers feel heavy. It’s not a terrible feeling, I enjoy my experiences most of the time, but sometimes my body feels like it is living the life of someone else. And that in a different timeline I am still there playing with you behind that tree.  Is it still there? I was so sure I will forget everything, you, those lanes, that house and all else. Are you also there? Do you also, like me, go to sleep in the expectation of reliving our lives till 16 years of age again and again, like listening to a record on loop or going to see one particular cinema multiple times? If you are coming back from there, can you accompany me back to myself as well please?

This night seems to be taking all away from me again. The moon is cruel.

Deewangi ki had maine nochi, o parvardigara

- Yeh Fitoor Mera, Arijit Singh

Dark academia moodboard set in Madurai,Tamilnadu

//I want to be a mystery, yet be known.I want to be together, yet alone is too much to ask, to be famous yet unknown? To be a wanderer, yet have a home?//

-Kara Douglas

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Dark academia moodboard set in Pune

//Sometimes in the evening, around twilight, I'm unable to hold back my tears. But then I pull myself together again.//

-Nikos Kazantzakis, Letter to Galateia Kazantzaki wr. c. July,1922

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Requested by:@adoginthemanger

Dark academia moodboard set in Mumbai

//That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.//

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

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non Eurocentric cottagecore moodboard [3/? ] for:@ya-boi-leto

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Kahaniyaaañ khti haiñ kalakariyañ

i watched a video of unexplainable reddit theories and i'm so scared rn its literally 11:48 pm and i'm blasting hanuman chalisa so loud

Desi Dark Academia

Wears Chicken embroidery Kurtas with pants to give the perfect combination of modern and traditional

Long, long haired women who always wear a braid to keep it out of their way

Glasses. Simple glasses. Removing them makes you look like a different person. Fuck contact lenses, you say

Have read The Mahabharata, The Bhagvad Gita, The Ramayana multiple times and analysed it to the point you know it better than your grandmother.

The stories of Akbar Birbal are a vivid part of your childhood

STEM students with an intense knowledge of history

Historical monuments splayed in ALL cities with their own history and stories

Havelis with squatters living in them

Villages.

Being Bilingual since birth, sometimes even knowing three languages before you enter primary school.

Your mother sitting you down, oiling your hair on Saturdays and braiding it for you

Your mother's gold bangles, which she got from her mother and will eventually be yours.

Mehndi. Weddings and Festivals which leave but intricate Mehndi designs that linger on women's hands for a while. Or your mother putting Mehndi in her hair because fuck chemical colors.

Haldi. Haldi is everything.

Your family cures and recipes.

KADAAS. Bitter Kaadas with herbs and spices that your maa, amma/daadi or nani forces you to drink because they're good for your health

Chai is the first thing in the morning. Or the last one at night. The calm that washes over you when you're in the midst of a late night study session as you make yourself a cup of chai in the middle of the night. Quietly, because everyone else is asleep.

If you stay forever, let me hold your hand I can fill those places in your heart no else can Let me show you love, oh, I don't pretend, yeah I'll be right here…

Until u found that person and u will never ever get the thought of not getting loved enough and they will give u the every reason that u are being loved with everything

Loving yourself is fun until you realize you are afraid to fall in love with someone else, in the fear of doing yourself wrong, of falling too hard, of not getting loved enough

I feel like I need to tell u something that I never told u before,but I can’t bring myself to tell u, I wrote messages many times but I either never sent them or erased or deleted them out I am just waiting for the right time but it never comes and my words remains unspoken.I just wish that something I haven’t told u before u are just good at reading eyes.

@liztical

A principle I aim to adopt is "embody what you desire." If I desire friends who host themed parties, perhaps initiating such gatherings myself is the first step. If I long for someone who expresses affection through love letters, I could cultivate that by writing heartfelt letters to those I care about. Wanting to frequent museums and charming cafes? Extend invitations to friends for these outings. Even if I don't immediately find my ideal circle, I would have evolved into the very person I aspire to be around, and perhaps, that in itself is sufficient.

saying and regretting is better than the regret of never saying all that stuffed in the lungs

@huzaifawrites

I feel like I need to tell u something that I never told u before,but I can’t bring myself to tell u, I wrote messages many times but I either never sent them or erased or deleted them out I am just waiting for the right time but it never comes and my words remains unspoken.I just wish that something I haven’t told u before u are just good at reading eyes.