He was the son of ranarage, was the first independent king of this dynasty . He challenged the kadambas and established an independent kingdom for his own He chose badami as a capital for it's strategic Contribution He performed ashvamadha and other sacrifice to celebrate his victories His wisdom in counsel, war and conquest earned him many names He was a fire and a game changer He ruled the kingdom approximately between 504 A.D and 566 A.D
Pulikeshi first  His wisdom in council and his knowledge in laws of manu and other epics was unstoppable a real warrior Sun was with him a true fighter Pulikeshi wife darlabhadevi belonged to batpura family He had 2 sons, keerthivarma 1 [first] mangalesha They were very learned and had deep skills Of war they achieve many titels And ruled over bojapur and badami was the capital
The son and succesor of pulakeshi 1,began his rule he helped in creating a beautiful city and many temples he expended the political ,social, and economical power he was also called as maharaja
Mangalesha Keerthivarma 1 was succeeded by his brother Mangalesha was an able administrator as pulakeshi 2 the son of keertivarma was a minore Mangalesha was was ambitious ruler his sword conquered and occupied the revatidvipa, an important port Keerthivarma momentum of conquest ,for digvijaya was essential requiste for a chakravarti the war was follow mangalasha efforts of war. He Built up a sound navel force and he was capable of taking all islands by force Mangalesha wanted to his blood to rule the whole kingdom and his fire to burn in flames But mangalesha could not enjoy his fruits of Victory as a civil war broke out because of the chance to write the history and re- write the game mangalesha declared his son Sundaravarma as his successor, To re write history all you have to do is burn it and write it His eyes converted into red He was playing a game of chess and he have to sacrifice or kill He was changed he became some thing more than human all he wanted was power He is pulakeshi 2 [ maharaja pulakeshi] Pulakeshi could not tolerate so he wanted to play a game and he was ready for blood shut To write history again
Pulakeshi 2 with the help of his loyal friend and accurate planning , by throwing his master card defeated his uncle mangalesha Mangalesha was killed and pulakeshi 2 ascended the throne as the ruler of badami
PULAKESHI 2 As ascended the throne in 601A.D He was extraordinary ability and out standing qualities made him successful political genius and an empire Builder Pulakeshi 2 was a grates ruler of the chalukyas of badami He became the super ruler in deccan region He adopted many policy like 'divide and rule' Friendship with govinda and also established A friendship many relations
He was the best king and a political genius and was a scholar and always thought about the enemy and lead his empire grow He had a choice to make either fear his uncle mangalesha because he was so powerful Or to be more than powerful he faced reality and yes was loyally perfect with self..
I was running To see my self, to hear that voice To smell the aroma and live my life My mom i don't know any thing about her Life they say it was dark and unsatisfying I remember her walking towards that night I saw some one with the moon light I think that was the last time when i cried For some one and i remember your hand was so warm and tight... Now i am running in this madness I see no one in my life May be this is the end....of my sacrifice Of course you were a witch I am not, hi did you erase my memories Of our life, i don't stand in front of this world I see my blue eyes i see you and i don't die....
I mirrored my life one look in my eyes Now i want some blood in front of my eyes
Vini : hi shaf i know things have been crazy and busy and i don't talk to you so much so, don't go looking me or my words with that look in your eyes eyes.... O yo so how are you ? I am sure you are alive orrrr... Hmm. Omg i don't want to say that The first time we met i mean i saw you i hated you but i am on top of my game you know i didn't have any plans to talk to you but my nots was incomplete what should I do?? Oo shaf its youuu Because of notes i started speaking with you .now have started going into relationships with boys ....you know me better than anyone right You know things are going mess with him i don't know what to do ? Its been 7 years we have met each other and i really miss your coffee and peace of words and some boring stuff I hate my people but i like phone I need a personal advice i want to talk to you now don't say me why??? I know if i take break i will be fine But there is still many people in my mind Hi lets catch up again with same fights and some drama lets meet and change this lines of life I know you are still with me be with me...
Shaf : helo vini or a busy girl what should I say how are you? hope you are not i don't know omg what should i say... Yes even i remember the day we met i Each other you look like you wanted to eat me so dark but i saw you but you were looking at the boy next standing by me and I know you are still that same thing on this earth With small lights in your eyes You took my nots and i don't know where it is till now is that book alive or left in paradise i don't find words to describe Yaa i know you like your phone But what is the use if you don't give time to life hi you are right you need a break in your life go to walk and stop being so nice you are little mean but you are kind I don't know how to say lie but you can still see stars even in dark sky Lets catch up and change show of our Life
Hi can we talk about that days that class And our mess Let our friend ship take a ship Shaf :what really Shaf : you just text hi ,hello, and you end
Vini : don't you start again your self I will throw same duster in your face Vini : i miss your bond we were crazy And strong
Shaf : you made me smile again and again and again a few days ago and I know no one else can take your place
Our friendship goes on like boom let's make some music again let's stand out of the class again Lets carry cell phone again in school vini: and talk to boys you know whyyy? Shaf : na not again You make me cry again but i don't believe Texting to you why i still smileee Vini: oo so adorable Shaf: stop it plz
Our friendship is tight and sweet like a Don and let us know what is written in our bond We are also studying our own lives Let us see where it is till now Let us choose satisfaction not happiness in our lives together we can do something good with our life maintain some balance and entire paradise
Vivi : sing with me this night is flawless don't you let it gooo ,sing
Shaf :no thanks Or no need you -):)) or let's sing Together yes Together
Vini : ;);)
We are going to turn around i can see All it take a little bit magic to be little More crazy and nostalgic Some moments are fun let's welcome our life together and win And take flight :)) to entire na, create paradise.. -):))
weakness we all have but for them it was a crime publishable by death Some times they think people can be any thing Some play with your eyes Some make you doll with the colours of their smiles 2 Creatures on this earth was waiting for each other Not to help, not to love, not to stand But to grow and give birth to the light They were 2 fools who were never Satisfied
Story-1 Her mother was destitute And took shelter in pataliputra She gave birth to the son and entrusted him the care of cow herd to the hunter Who used him to tend cattle All the glory of his life Their was nothing like a laughter Having a mind of cutting the stars Gave birth to an another human Who was born inside He took this movement very lightly He was born in darkness now this was all he had and this was his reality He chandragupta maurya was a follow of Jainism and poor he approached the nandas for help, ill treated and insulted His eyes turned into the fire as if waiting For a time to arrive his pain was feeling The fire inside as if waiting for some battle to arrive Not able to speak or believe his life there was a flood of tears in his mind Just waiting for one chance to arrive....
Story-2 He was a famous statesman of ancient India he is kautilya( chanakya) He was the president of danashala established by nanda king of magadha In this institution, brahmanas were fed every day Once, kautilya was insulted by dhanandha, the ruler of magadha empire and the tenth nanda ruler. Kautilya vowed to avenge the insult The dhananand's ruler was oppressive to people Kautilya was on fire He was playing with with his thoughts And his eyes were dark as if slowly slowly he was in dark sky with drops of blood which was making the door to paradise There was no place for their faces and eyes he like a demon has entirely entered in his mind
Kautilya who was passing by saw chandragupta, the young lad playing the role of king dispensing justice He was impressed by the personality of chandragupta he saw the flame in his eyes as if a monster is waiting to create a new voice Kautilya purchased the boy from hunter He took chandragupta to taxile And provide him with education and military training ,administration, art of warfare Like a small flower he was growing every day with his voice and his desire was embarrassing him to fight Creaked but now he was polishing his mind Like their voice was putting fire in his eyes
Strategy adopted by chandragupta to overcome nandas ruler First he organized powerful army and Conquest ,leadership of starting a revolution Kautilya felt chandragupta was a right person to over throw nanda dynasty He adopted many strange And chandragupta became the overlord of extensive empire extending from punjab till pataliputra covering the entire valley of ganga and yamuna All the nine nandas were killed
Kautilya played a important role in dethronement of nandas and established a mauryan empire he was responsible for setting up a well organized administrative system Kautilya wrote arthashastra Chandragupta was a founder of maurya Dynasty
Sometimes all you need is a teacher And little bit of pain to move your self Training, hard work and guidance To see the way to the life And giving chances again and again By not looking you past and crushing yourself but learning from past
Hey you loser, hey you dumbo you are good for nothing you are a burden on earth you can't even speak a sentence properly the world mocked me everyday for a person who has speech problem the world is so harsh on him those words pierced deep into my skin like a surgeon's knife cutting deep are you serious? you want to become a lawyer? I heard this question infinite times even my parents never showed any hope I was good at studies, since my childhood my father wanted me to persue medicine owing to my speech troubles but my dream was to become a lawyer like my father and make him proud I never bothered the taunts hurled at me I was looking for a chance to give my critics a befitting reply, I enrolled in a law college heading towards my dream my classmates made fun of me I always came first in written tests I was admired for my brilliant remembering skills but, I failed miserably in verbal debates though I had the potential, my speech betrayed I started working day and night on my speech my mirror became my coach, my best friend I spent hours and hours talking to myself gradually my speech became better day by day I was growing full on confidence and one day I overcame my speech trouble I defeated my fellow classmates in debate sessions I was graduated with the best percentage my parents eyes were filled with tears of joy I STITCHED THE SCARS MADE BY THE HYPOCRITE SOCIETY WITH THE THREADS OF CONFIDENCE AND SELF BELIEF.
The first time I met you was on a post related to a real horror story challenge hosted by Carolyn madam ☺️. Still remember your first comment on my post. Since then I found you everywhere reading and giving your sincere feedback . Memes were made on you and me, because we were the only ones who reply to a "Thank you" . In the beginning I thought you are a very serious kind of person who don't like to mingle with people . But as the time passed came to know that you are a very fun loving person . And the most funny thing was, you feared talking to me . I am glad you don't now . When I was in trouble last year and felt cornered you were one among those who stood by my side . Thank you so much for your support . You are one of the top contender for having the best vocab on this platform . Sometimes I feel you are Shashi tharoor's niece . You are one of few writers here who read without following the formula read for a read and like for a like . People like you are the soul of miraquill and even miss Sood shows interest in reading you . Change is constant and people do change especially at miraquill. Never let yourself down ♀️. You are an inspiration to many writers here who call you di . If someone is famous there will be people who try to demotivate . Never give a chance to anyone, to exploit your emotions . Ignore the ignorant . Looking forward to collab with you once again some day Insha Allah . I am sorry for not able to write much . Writer's block ruined me beyond repair .
Happy Birthday to you Sanam ❤️ May almighty bless you with the best always Stay blessed happy and healthy Keep smiling and scribbling ❤️
Our friends were having a discussion, one of us said I love the fragrance of jasmine. Others started saying rose, kerosene, burnt dia, mango etc. I joined saying I love the scent of rain. They all nodded heads as if it was one of their choices. It had been years that I am stuck in an 8-9 job. But whenever it rains I try to sit in an open place seeing it, inhaling the feel it carries. Wow, what magic it holds...!!
It was 4 pm, suddenly it started raining, the scent entered my home had opened a box of memories forgotten I the corner of my heart. I remember why this smell always arouses my inner child. It triggers that day where I never bothered getting wet in rain, I never thought what dirty water is. I remember after getting home grabbing some hot crispy pakoras with those muddy hands. I love this smell. For some it smells muddy, for some disgusting, few find it odourless. But I find the fragrance of memories, lost emotions, the forgotten me.
Remembering all the gold things I went near the cupboard grabbed some albums and sat in the entrance so that I can see it rain. I was deep into my good days. oh, yeah, how I can forget this? She was my first love. We played in rain, we sailed seconds lasting boats. We stood under the tree enjoying that scenery. It carries her scent too. While I was lost in thoughts A strong hug of air-popped on me, Ah, I got goosebumps. Hugging him I closed my eyes, I can smell him, he is pleasing, comforting. He is the replica of my good vibes.
Closing my eyes he took me on a tour. I saw myself in my mom's arms, my dad is holding an umbrella protecting the three of us. Where we are going? See it is my mom, she is making me wear a sweater and cap, yeah, I look like a monkey. She is holding me in her arms dad came with two cups of chai and some snacks. They are talking to me. What are they saying? Oh look it's my tiger, we loved playing in rain. Mom scolded us many times. Not for getting wet in rain instead for spoiling the lawn in rain. So beautiful isn't it, we didn't have a helmet so dad brought us 2 polyethene covers. I was not ashamed of wearing it in public at that time. It was dark and raining outside, I am sleeping in between my parents, so warm and comfortable. I am hugging my mom and dad is hugging both of us.
A thunderstruck loudly opened my eyes, my eyes are wet, I am smiling. I am sitting alone in the same place where we three used to sit, but now I am alone. Things moved, I too but they never left me. They are within me. Whenever I smell it, the scent helps me live the lost moments once more. If you ever feel you are alone, come out of your blankets, sit in a corner seeing rain, breathe her in. She will bring out the people that you love to stay with. This is how my rain smells. What is yours?
I'm learning to knock sun over my lids after every fall from the time this pandemic stretched away my dreams, those ochreous rays asunder into few message notifications that grasps my soul into another blink.
I'm learning to slip my star-crossed palm-lines into hands that will hold them for eternity, I'm trying to build my broken home again in a heart that'll never sow coldness but the warmth of love that'll never need any liberty. ~Purva