gita chanting competition

Not to fall into the cycle of reincarnation within the vast world, The heart transmits the Dao among humans. Willing to wield a sword to end myriad calamities, Exchange ruthlessness for a world of emotions!

Sinar matahari pagi merambat masuk dari balik tirai yang sedikit terbuka dan menerangi hampir seluruh ruangan. Lampu tidur disebelah masih menyala. Rasanya tidak ingin bangun dan memulai hari. Siapapun pasti ingin berlama lama bermalasan di kasur yang empuk dan wangi. Hhhmmm...sedetik kemudian mata Metta terbuka perlahan mencoba menyesuaikan dengan cahaya di ruangan. Namun sepertinya ada seseorang yang sedang duduk di depannya, bayangan seseorang dengan memakai setelan jas lengkap. Tunggu dulu, apakah itu seorang pria. Ia sedang duduk di sebuah kursi namun pandangannya menengok ke arah samping. Ia sedang melihat keluar. Tapi dia siapa?

Entah mengapa sepertinya Barra jatuh begitu dalam dengan perasaan sukanya itu? Seharusnya Barra tidak boleh mengikuti perasaan suka itu pada Gita. Usia mereka berbeda jauh dan Gita juga masih bersekolah. Tapi, menahan perasaan itu terus membuat Barra gelisah. Kalau yang seperti itu disebut jatuh cinta, ya, Barra setuju dan mengakui kalau Barra jatuh cinta pada Gita. Kenapa Barra berkata begitu? Gita bahkan menganggapnya seperti kakak laki-lakinya sendiri. Lagipula, Gita juga baru saja menerima perasaan teman sekelasnya. Lalu Gita harus apa? Gita terus resah menanggapi pernyataan Barra padanya. Saat cinta datang tanpa peringatan, tidak ada yang tahu kapan dan bagaimana, serta pada siapa akan berlabuh. Ini bukan kisah romansa berbau CEO ataupun Mafia dengan kehidupan kaya raya. Ini hanya kisah biasa dari Barra, pemuda 23 tahun yang jatuh cinta pada Gita, gadis remaja yang masih bersekolah. Tanpa pertanda apapun, Barra dipertemukan dengan Gita dan perasaan aneh menggelitik Barra rasakan pada pandangan pertama. Ya, Barra jatuh cinta. Dan anehnya, hatinya berlabuh pada Gita, si gadis remaja yang baru mengenal apa itu rasa suka pada lawan jenis. Kisah cinta mereka diliputi dengan banyak air mata hingga kisah ini berakhir, tanpa menghilangkan kebahagiaan Barra dan Gita dengan banyak tokoh lainnya. Kisah ini terinspirasi dari pernikahan dini yang marak di lingkungan sosial. Semoga dengan membaca kisah ini, kita semua dapat mengambil pelajaran bahwa pernikahan dini tidak seindah yang dibayangkan, namun juga tidak seburuk dan semenakutkan yang dipikirkan.

Chapters and Release: Release days: Everyday Release time: 3pm UTC Status: Unedited. (Will edit after main story conclusion. Specifically from the start.) *** Synopsis: A fifteen years-old schoolgirl comes across a woman who was handing out leaflets for a confidential competition. Unknown to her, the competition took her out of Earth and into another dimension where she has to struggle to find clues behind why multiple worlds are having to be destroyed. The competition forces her to meet unknown entities who are both, good and bad. Sometimes, they would work for her and other times, they would work against her. The universe she goes to, causes her endless suffering until she finally solves the issue and head back to Earth. But that too, is of uncertainty. *** (Prologue) The dream of a child, is to grow up. While the dream of an adult, is to become a kid again. The dream of a poor person, is to be so wealthy and powerful, that the whole city would know their names. While the dream of a businessman, is to get the time in a day to sit and talk to his family for a second. Meanwhile, the dream of a missing or abducted person, is to go back home, to their family. And the dream of a teenager, is to simply be able to survive everything they are going through. Sometimes, people don't even know which category they belong to and move the way life moves them. Sometimes, they find a new path which leads them to even more difficulty. And in other times, they accept the hard truth, and choose to die. Thinking about the number of things that could happen instead, made her feel even more guilty for not listening to the advice of never wandering off alone. Now, she is homesick with extreme pressure of trying to grow strong, surpressing her from different direction. A normal fifteen years-old schoolgirl, comes across an opportunity to escape the hateful life she was leading. But the question is, was it really worst compared to the new life she was living? The competition grants her the things she wanted, but did it not have her pay the price for her choice? But of course, her reply would be, "I just accidentally joined it. It's no big deal compared to Earth." They are told that the worlds are all just novels they had read back at Earth, but if it were really true, why are certain things not matching with what seemed to be true in the novel compared to its world? As reckless she was, she got summoned into a different dimension where it was clearly uncertain whether she would ever be able to return back to Earth, to her previous life. But the more she got closer to Earth, the more the route got covered in blades. Turns out, the only way back, is to sacrifice the things that made her happy, and go on harsh adventures across the entire universe, while suffering threats from powerful enemies coming from the competition. (Author's note: I plan on making things more emotionally intense in the future.)

Wen Meng transmigrated into a melodramatic interstellar novel, becoming the malicious supporting character and fake heiress. As a result, she was thrown into a desolate star's lake at the beginning and nearly drowned. Fortunately, she awakened the beast-taming ability, and with the help of the system, she successively tamed various young disaster beasts and lived together with the little ones. One day.. A pitch-black serpent coiled around Wen Meng's body, its head affectionately resting against her cheek. "Get off her!!" The white wolf at his feet suddenly transformed into a handsome man He clenched his fists and roared at the black serpent. "What's it to you?" The black snake spoke, its voice human-like. To assert its dominance, it coiled around her even tighter and flicked its tongue against her ear. "Can't you understand?" The man, burning with jealousy, grabbed the snake by the neck. "If you play like this, it won't be fun anymore." The black snake unexpectedly transformed into the handsome 858. The smoke cleared, and the two men were grappling with each other. The scene was extremely ugly. "How did they... turn into humans?!" Wen Meng couldn't believe her eyes. "So childish, still fighting." The big eagle spread his arms and hugged Wen Meng's waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, greedily inhaling the fragrance of her neck. "Only beasts without confidence compete for mates." "Exactly!" The little bear comfortably rested its head on Wen Meng's snow-white thigh, rubbing its furry face vigorously. One of its paws was stretched out, and Wen Meng was trimming its nails. The little bear spoke in a soft, childish voice, "Not like me, I'm a good baby." But at this moment, Wen Meng had already come to her senses. She murmured, "You too can turn into humans, right?" Big Eagle: "..." Little Bear: "..." Later, they all wanted to have her to themselves. Using all their tricks to ruin the reputation of other disaster beasts, Filial piety turns sour, consumed by jealousy. Bai E: "Say you love me, that you love me the most, right?" Wen Meng: ... (I love, universal love) Anaconda: "Why can't we be together? Did you give birth to me?" Wen Meng: ... (You've grown up and become disobedient) Thunderbird: "Open your eyes and look at me. I don't believe your eyes are empty." Wen Meng: "Put your clothes on!!" (nosebleed gushing) Bear King: You think I have no feelings for you? I just go into heat a bit later. Wen Meng: ? (Bear hug, uh, can't breathe) And then later— Wen Meng found the culprit who had plotted against her. "Compete with me? You're not even worthy." That person glanced at Wen Meng with disdain Not a trace of remorse. She had never taken Wen Meng seriously. Wen Meng opened the space card. The most terrifying disaster beast in the galaxy appeared at the same time. The magnetic field and celestial phenomena of the Emperor Star were in complete chaos, as if it were the end of the world. These ancient god-like beasts of calamity bowed to her, Glaring at the enemy with fierce eyes. The woman's face turned pale, filled with terror "Did that scare you?" Wen Meng laughed "I've always wanted to ask you, do you really know, "Actually, you are the impostor?" Finally.. Wen Meng's former fiancé, General of the Empire, roared with reddened eyes, "Tell me! How many more men do I have to defeat to win your heart??" Chief Inspector of the police station, the mad scientist director, the aristocratic business tycoon... all being called out at the same time. And the one, two, three standing behind her... there were too many, Wen Meng couldn't remember them all. This world is a vast battlefield of Asuras.

A stubborn young Duke on the verge of being replaced by his heartless and greedy uncle comes to the realization that he needs to fight if he wants to keep what is his. But after the war he lost his will to fight, to live. He no longer fit in with high society, he was scared inside and out and he didn't know how to fight a battle with reputation instead of swords. On a mission to find an imposter, he runs into his late captain's younger sister. In a strange turn of events, she swears a life debt to him and immediately begins to improve his broken reputation with her wild and bright demeanor. The orphaned daughter of an Earl runs circles around her conniving guardians constantly ruining their attempts to marry her off so they can inherit the Earldom, all while secretly preventing the Poor Earldom she loves from going to ruin. Strong-willed and smart she thinks she's got it all figured out. She just needs to block all potential marriages and keep her land and people afloat for another year and a half and she'll be free. But what happens when she's outsmarted and out-maneuvered by someone unexpected? And is she really as immune to good looks and charm as she thought... or was she way overestimating herself?

Mazoku and his friends go on an epic conquest to eliminate all of the Forsaken Realm while also getting stronger to becone the next Power Kings!

Bhagavad-Gita is the most beautiful, perhaps the only true philosophical song existing in any known tongue’ – William von Humboldt. Though it is a matter of consensus that Bhagvad-Gita in the present length of seven hundred slokas has many an interpolation to it such as chaturvarnyam mayashrustam, but no meaningful attempt has ever been made to delve into the nature and extent, not to speak of the effect of these on the Hindu society at large. The methodical codification of interpolations carried out here puts the true character of the Gita in proper perspective. Identified here are hundred and ten slokas of deviant nature and or of partisan character, the source of so much misunderstanding about this book extraordinary, in certain sections of the Hindu fold. In the long run, exposing and expunging these mischievous insertions is bound to bring in new readers from these quarters to this over two millennia old classic besides altering the misconceptions of the existing adherents. The moot point that has missed the attention of all, all along, is that if the Sudras were to be so lowly in the Lord’s creation, how come then the Gita’s architect Krishna, His avatar, and Vyāsa, its chronicler, happen to be from the same lowly Hindu caste fold. Moreover, is it not absurd to suggest that either or both of them had deprecated the station of their own varna (caste) on their own in their very own Gita? In this rendition the beauty of the Gita’s Sanskrit slokas is reflected in the rhythmic flow of the English verse of poetic proportions even as the attendant philosophy is captured in contemporary idiom for easy comprehension. An audio rendition of this work is in the YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6vFU3-LD4iM

Though it is a matter of consensus that Bhagvad-Gita in the present length of seven hundred slokas has many an interpolation to it such as chaturvarnyam mayashrustam, but no meaningful attempt has ever been made to delve into the nature and extent, not to speak of the effect of these on the Hindu society at large. The methodical codification of interpolations carried out here puts the true character of the Gita in proper perspective. Identified here are hundred and ten slokas of deviant nature and or of partisan character, the source of so much misunderstanding about this book extraordinary, in certain sections of the Hindu fold. In the long run, exposing and expunging these mischievous insertions is bound to bring in new readers from these quarters to this over two millennia old classic besides altering the misconceptions of the existing adherents. The moot point that has missed the attention of all, all along, is that if the Sudras were to be so lowly in the Lord’s creation, how come then the Gita’s architect Krishna, His avatar, and Vyāsa, its chronicler, happen to be from the same lowly Hindu caste fold. Moreover, is it not absurd to suggest that either or both of them had deprecated the station of their own varna (caste) on their own in their very own Gita? This ‘overdue’ work, may lead the ‘denied’ Hindu castes as well as the favored folks for an objective approach to the in vogue Bhagvad-Gita which could dispel the misgivings of the former and the delusions of the latter, thereby bridging the Hindu emotional gulf with its abridged book that restores its original form. Whether or not one concurs with its propositions, this original work could be of interest to the students of logic and reasoning as well.

In the Kingdom of Aethelgard, magic has stagnated. Spells are no longer cast by feeling the mana, but by memorizing thousands of lines of ancient, dead languages. The Academy produces "Reciters," not Mages. Elian was once a celebrated child prodigy. As a boy, he could light fires and summon winds just by willing it. But when he entered the High Academy, the curriculum shifted entirely to Rote Chanting. Elian, who found the mindless repetition agonizing, plummeted to the bottom of the rankings. Stripped of his glory, he became known as a "Grey Cloak"—an invisible, average student with a scrawny build and erratic grades. Despite his advisors begging him to switch to the "History of Magic" track to save his Track Record, Elian stubbornly enrolled in Structural Alchemy—the most brutal and theoretical major. He didn't do it because he was brave; he did it because he was an intellectual purist. He refused to waste his life memorizing history when he could be studying the actual mechanics of the universe, even if it meant failing. During the "Year of the Crystal Barrier," a magical plague forced the students to study remotely via scrying orbs. In this environment, where practical results mattered more than perfect chanting, Elian briefly shone. He became the shadow tutor for many struggling students, including Lara, a bright-eyed noble. Elian mistook her reliance on him for genuine connection, believing his days of invisibility were over. The illusion shattered when the Academy reopened. Lara, desperate to maintain her social standing, lied to Elian about a class gathering to keep him away, choosing her reputation over their bond. Elian didn't make a scene. He simply raised his emotional shields and executed a "Silent Severance," walking past her in the halls as if she were a stranger. Retreating further into the shadows, Elian found a new, oddball group of friends: a mute scholar and a gossip-loving Bard who hated adventuring. To cope with the pressure, Elian would sneak into the abandoned Clocktower at night to play his instrument. He remained completely oblivious to the fact that the Academy’s "Ice Queen"—the top-ranked duel mage—had begun sitting outside the tower to listen, captivated by the raw emotion in his music that the rigid chants lacked. When rumors of her interest reached him, Elian dismissed them as a cruel prank, convinced a "Grey Cloak" like him could never attract a Royal. Elian’s academic life followed a chaotic rhythm. He would coast through the semester, nearly failing, only to enter a trance-like state of hyper-focus days before the finals, intuitively rewriting spell structures to barely scrape by. Everything changed during a remedial session. A first-year student was sobbing, unable to memorize the 50-verse Chant for Water Manipulation. Elian, frustrated by the noise, sat down and drew a simple diagram. "Forget the chant," he said. "Imagine the mana is water flowing through a pipe. Just open the valve." He touched the student's hand, guiding the flow directly. The student cast the spell instantly, without a single word. Watching from the shadows was Archmage Valerius, the most feared researcher in the kingdom. Valerius realized that while the Academy was busy grading memorization, Elian had unknowingly mastered "Source Weaving"—the lost art of manipulating mana directly. Now, Elian stands at a crossroads. The Archmage has offered him a position in the Royal Research Division, a place for dangerous innovators. But to accept, Elian must overcome the crippling "Imposter Syndrome" that has plagued him since childhood—the belief that without the chants, he is nothing but a fraud.