Epic Observations About Indian...Epics.

In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find me and I'd choose me . Al filo by Diego Lopez

She had been clear. She was not to be questioned. Ever. But he questioned her, and so she ran away with his eighth daughter, with the promise to return her in a time. She raised her daughter as a goddess, despite her humanity. She raised her daughter to be as she was. Unflinching. Unforgiving. Unstoppable. King Shantanu, of course, had wanted sons before, but now all he wanted was his dear daughter back. He wanted one of his offspring to survive. When Ganga returned with his daughter and said that her name was Devavrata and she was to be respected in the utmost and inherit his kingdom, he agreed. He would have agreed to anything. He was a desperate man. As Devavrata grew, she was afforded every luxury. She excelled in everything. Then, her father fell in love with a fisherman's daughter, and he promised away her throne and her chance to bear children. Devavrata had been raised by Ganga, and she remembered her upbringing. She wanted her throne. She disappeared, and her f...

I'll marry you, but you must never question anything I do. Vows to be celibate, but urged to impregnate widows. "First pray to Yama, the God of Death and Ultimate Justice. He is the most judicious among the celestial beings. The son born to him will always lead our Kuru race along the right path at all times." (9) Giving back half of the kingdom because they're friends. Five godly sons versus one hundred human ones secret code SECRET TUNNEL "Remember that the jackal emerges from many outlets underground" One wife married to five brothers Why must wives always be tested? Six Cats by Robert Skorek Source:   Narayan, R. K., The Mahabharata: A Shortened Modern Version of the Indian Epic.

The dim dive bar was smoky. Sita knew her throat would be dry tomorrow. The dark wooden paneling on the walls made the room feel smaller; it wasn't a comforting smallness until about four drinks in, usually. Ahalya and Sita went to the bar on Saturday nights to watch other people karaoke, stumbling drunkenly through lyrics they only half knew. It was endearing, watching people put their all into something that had no reward, other than the joy of belting into a microphone. "You could do that, you know," Ahayla commented after a particularly drunk man had powered through a spot on rendetion of a Taylor Swift song. The shouting coming from his table was deafening. They were obviously enjoying themselves. Sita shrugged. "We come to watch. You know I'm really not a performer." Still Ahayla persisted. "Come on. You finally got rid of Rama. We're not just watching tonight. We're celebrating. If you sing something, you can pick a song for me t...

Cave by Sheep"R"Us Argument about Rama's motivations and doubt Sita banished while pregnant Ice castle Literally walks all over her Skeleton covered in flower vines River Sita's sons are taught to sing Rama's praises She's still not over him. Crazy. Rama finds his sons, and wants to take them back but not Sita. "If I have always been pure, may mother earth take me back into her womb because fuck you." Source: Sita Sings the Blues by Nina Paley, 2008.

woman warrior 2 by Shavawn The sun and the moon are being pulled by chariots. (I can't watch this movie full screen. It's so wobbly, it's making me nauseous.) "Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out" Sita singing. (Post-Ramayana Sita singing in a smoky old bar or something about her blue man.) Ravana wasn't all bad? According to the narrators the only bad thing Ravana did was steal Sita. "The only reason I don't destroy you with my own divine power is because Ramma has not ordered me to" Honey he's not there he can't say nothing. Something about fire Sita is happily struck by lightning (Is the static just on my computer or does everyone hear that? Because that's unbearable.) Source:   Sita Sings the Blues by Nina Paley, 2008.

Ravana's owner had just brought home two new kittens. He could smell them through the bedroom door. His owner had cooed to him about keeping them separate until they got used to each other's scents, and fed him near the door, so that he would be near them. It wasn't going to work, though. This was his house, and he didn't want to share. It was a few days before his owner scooped him and carried him into the living room, scratching him under the chin the whole way. It was enough to temporarily distract him, that is, until she set him down next to two frolicking kittens. They paused their play to watch him with wide eyes that were too big for their little heads. They abandoned their toys to sniff Ravana. "Ravi, this is Sita and Rama. They're going to live with us, okay? You be sweet to them." Ravana refused to make eye contact with his owner or the kittens, who were now circling him curiously. He would bide his time, then he would teach these newco...