#kalidasa

Thanks for this ask!!

We do think Kalidasa is a gr8 sanskrit writer seeing how his works influenced sanskrit literature. He is a pookie and we love many of his works like Kumarasambhavam for example. It's the plays we have an issue with.

In Abhijanasakuntalam, Kalidasa whitewashes Dushyant who wasn't a good husband at all. He adds the point of Dushyant being cursed by Durvasa and hence forgetting about Shakuntala. In the Mahabharata he slut shamed her, called her and her mother Menaka harlots, only because he wanted the divine voice to "prove" to his entire court that Bharata was his son.

Then there is Vikramorvasiyam where Pururavas who was a good husband in Mahabharata, has a wife prior to Urvashi, and doesn't treat her nicely exactly. So yes, the "fuck you Kalidasa" was present to criticize him for twisting the plot of these stories in a weird way, otherwise he is our goated pookie. Hope this helped!

We do think Kalidasa is a gr8 sanskrit writer seeing how his works influenced sanskrit literature. He is a pookie and we love many of his works like Kumarasambhavam for example. It's the plays we have an issue with.

Namaskar 🙏🪷✨

The Gupta period (320–550 CE) is rightly called the Golden Age of Indian history. It was a time when India stood at the peak of civilization, excelling in politics, art, culture, science, mathematics, and architecture—so advanced that even Europe couldn’t match its progress.

This era gave the world Aryabhata’s concept of zero and Kalidasa’s masterpiece Abhijnana Shakuntalam. Historical treasures like the Prayagraj pillar inscription of Samudragupta reveal rich details about the society, governance, art, and literature of that time.

كاليداسا

Did the great Creator first draw her in a masterpiece, And then touch life into his art? Or did he make her in his mind alone, Drawing on beauty’s every part? No—considering her singular perfection And her maker’s true omnipotence, I suppose her some quite unique creation In femininity’s treasure house.

Kālidāsa

these windy ashada days, with the grey monsoon clouds. the relentless rain, the neverending yearning.