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“Cultural Appropriation.”

bossymarmalade:

butwithawhimper:

I hate when people talk about “Cultural Appropriation.”
Like freaking out on hipster white chicks for wearing a “native american” headdress.
If you’re going to pull that, then don’t you dare wear clothes that were made in a textile factory, because those originated in England, and if you’re not from there, then you should get bitched at every time you wear a shirt made in a factory.

Explain to me how that is justifiable again?

You’re ignorant of history.  The clothing industry has its roots in India, which is where most Europeans in the pre-industrial era traded for textiles.  England got there in 1600 through the British East India Company and over the next 200 years proceeded to plunder and then destroy the Indian textile industry in order to make room in the global market for their own mechanically-produced products, which still couldn’t compare with the Indian products in either quality or price.  So the English set about making rulings that Indian cloths could only be made of low-quality materials, saving the better materials for British use, and mutilating Indian artisans who protested unfair sanctions (see: the 1690-1721 Calico Acts).

Next time you assume it’s lily-white European men who are solely responsible for the good things about the way we live today in the modernized West, do your homework first.  They didn’t pull clothing and mathematics and architecture and philosophy out of thin air, you know.  They mostly stole it.

jhameia:

ardhra:

thesavagesalad:

madamethursday:

[Image: A dark skinned Desi woman in a steampunk outfit with a bright teal and gold collared choli (midriff bearing top) and pants that end in spats with a bright red and gold cloth that wraps around the character from shoulder to waist at knee length reminiscent of a dupatta with a black hat, gold colored pointed toe shoes, with a large choker-like necklace with green jewels, dangling green jewel earings and a jeweled green and gold bindi. She is holding a cigarette in one hand with a speech bubble that says, “Well, shit”.]
torayot:

nextian:

shoomlah:

Multiculturalism for Steampunk is starting up a weekly art challenge, and it looks promising.  SO EXCITED.  I’ve had a bunch of ideas for non-Western steampunk outfits floating around in my head, and it’s nice actually having a weekly deadline to motivate me to finish some of them.This is pretty subtle in its steampunkery (read: no extranneous metal bits), but I was just trying to bring in a few western/Victorian elements to traditional Indian clothing- legomuttoned sleeves, the double breasted, collared choli, and adapting the churidar into buttoned spats.…Also a sweet hat.-C

I think there are some colonialist questions that get raised when you incorporate specifically British Victorian elements of couture into Indian fashion? A few?
Buuuuuuut I would fight a man on a grizzly bear for this lady’s comic.

I am so glad you said this. I thought I was alone in this. British Empire, anyone? Company Rule? British Raj?
Dear internet, I shan’t assume that you all know about the British Empire. I know not everyone has the same education and it’s problematic to assume this.
But know that British rule in India lasted from around 1757 to about 1948, and that the relationship between the coloniser and colonised is extremely complicated, and still very much has real lived effects today. Sure, the outfit and character look beautiful, but I just don’t think you can go around mashing up Victorian fashion with Indian clothing just for surface steampunk elegance without encountering some problems. I can appreciate the visual qualities, but the history and meaning causes some concern.
/inb4 people start screeching that I am ~*oversensitive*~ and can’t enjoy anything :-{D

Reblogging for Torayot’s commentary. They are so NOT oversensitive.
While the idea is nice, since the artist is a white/non-Indian/non-Desi person, it is something to think about before uncritically praising this picture. 
I love non-European steampunk (art and literature), but it seems like so many people think throwing in Victorian English/U.S.ian/Western motifs, clothes, and other things is somehow a requirement, that it doesn’t count as steampunk if there aren’t spats or Western style hats and other things, that it doesn’t count if it doesn’t take place in the 1860’s to 1930’s in the West.
And this is problematic given the history of colonialism and it’s ongoing impact on the world. 

You know, not gonna lie- this is mega pretty. I see that the artist is trying here and it is great the steam punk is going beyond being white. But you gatta be incredibly mindful of incorporating Victorian elements to an identity which was harmed by the Colonialism for centuries. It’s possible to do steam punk without it being eurocentric in styles and all and ugh uhg
The commentary summarises my feels better tbh. But I do like this picture.

Yeah, this all just assumes that Victorian fashions didn’t already influence Indian norms of dress & comportment, which they did in a big way. And the British appropriated the fuck out of the cultures of all the societies they colonised. Where do you think they got their fabrics from? What exactly do you think “paisley” is?
Also, nobody would ever wear a choli with chudidar paijama like that.

When I saw “Multiculturalism for Steampunk” that was ALL I NEEDED TO KNOW. Considering that the challenger’s idea of “multiculturalism” appears to be “APPROPRIATE MIX UP ALL THE THINGS! … respectfully” (her idea for a Cixi cosplay involved a corset on a hanfu, for chrissakes), I’m very not surprised that a white artist inspired by this challenge would put together Victorian English and Indian fashions together in a way which is so obviously Euro-inspired.
I wish I saw more steampunk that DIDN’T immediately scream out “INSPIRED BY EMPIRE” but hey. 
Anyway, commentary is all awesome. <3

“the sun never set on the british empire, because god didn’t trust us in the dark.” - via warren ellis, source unconfirmed
it is nice to see brown skin instead of just brown suits and beards.  i get tired of steampunk nearly always manifesting as ‘put some brass on it’, it being sepia, old timey, and the white west.  always the lone ranger, never zorro.  always industrial, never post-slavery.  always victorian, never baroque.  always tesla, never da vinci.  (or archimedes!  steampunk odyssey, plz.)

jhameia:

ardhra:

thesavagesalad:

madamethursday:

[Image: A dark skinned Desi woman in a steampunk outfit with a bright teal and gold collared choli (midriff bearing top) and pants that end in spats with a bright red and gold cloth that wraps around the character from shoulder to waist at knee length reminiscent of a dupatta with a black hat, gold colored pointed toe shoes, with a large choker-like necklace with green jewels, dangling green jewel earings and a jeweled green and gold bindi. She is holding a cigarette in one hand with a speech bubble that says, “Well, shit”.]

torayot:

nextian:

shoomlah:

Multiculturalism for Steampunk is starting up a weekly art challenge, and it looks promising. SO EXCITED. I’ve had a bunch of ideas for non-Western steampunk outfits floating around in my head, and it’s nice actually having a weekly deadline to motivate me to finish some of them.

This is pretty subtle in its steampunkery (read: no extranneous metal bits), but I was just trying to bring in a few western/Victorian elements to traditional Indian clothing- legomuttoned sleeves, the double breasted, collared choli, and adapting the churidar into buttoned spats.

…Also a sweet hat.

-C

I think there are some colonialist questions that get raised when you incorporate specifically British Victorian elements of couture into Indian fashion? A few?

Buuuuuuut I would fight a man on a grizzly bear for this lady’s comic.

I am so glad you said this. I thought I was alone in this. British Empire, anyone? Company Rule? British Raj?

Dear internet, I shan’t assume that you all know about the British Empire. I know not everyone has the same education and it’s problematic to assume this.

But know that British rule in India lasted from around 1757 to about 1948, and that the relationship between the coloniser and colonised is extremely complicated, and still very much has real lived effects today. Sure, the outfit and character look beautiful, but I just don’t think you can go around mashing up Victorian fashion with Indian clothing just for surface steampunk elegance without encountering some problems. I can appreciate the visual qualities, but the history and meaning causes some concern.

/inb4 people start screeching that I am ~*oversensitive*~ and can’t enjoy anything :-{D

Reblogging for Torayot’s commentary. They are so NOT oversensitive.

While the idea is nice, since the artist is a white/non-Indian/non-Desi person, it is something to think about before uncritically praising this picture. 

I love non-European steampunk (art and literature), but it seems like so many people think throwing in Victorian English/U.S.ian/Western motifs, clothes, and other things is somehow a requirement, that it doesn’t count as steampunk if there aren’t spats or Western style hats and other things, that it doesn’t count if it doesn’t take place in the 1860’s to 1930’s in the West.

And this is problematic given the history of colonialism and it’s ongoing impact on the world. 

You know, not gonna lie- this is mega pretty. I see that the artist is trying here and it is great the steam punk is going beyond being white. But you gatta be incredibly mindful of incorporating Victorian elements to an identity which was harmed by the Colonialism for centuries. It’s possible to do steam punk without it being eurocentric in styles and all and ugh uhg

The commentary summarises my feels better tbh. But I do like this picture.

Yeah, this all just assumes that Victorian fashions didn’t already influence Indian norms of dress & comportment, which they did in a big way. And the British appropriated the fuck out of the cultures of all the societies they colonised. Where do you think they got their fabrics from? What exactly do you think “paisley” is?

Also, nobody would ever wear a choli with chudidar paijama like that.

When I saw “Multiculturalism for Steampunk” that was ALL I NEEDED TO KNOW. Considering that the challenger’s idea of “multiculturalism” appears to be “APPROPRIATE MIX UP ALL THE THINGS! … respectfully” (her idea for a Cixi cosplay involved a corset on a hanfu, for chrissakes), I’m very not surprised that a white artist inspired by this challenge would put together Victorian English and Indian fashions together in a way which is so obviously Euro-inspired.

I wish I saw more steampunk that DIDN’T immediately scream out “INSPIRED BY EMPIRE” but hey. 

Anyway, commentary is all awesome. <3

“the sun never set on the british empire, because god didn’t trust us in the dark.” - via warren ellis, source unconfirmed

it is nice to see brown skin instead of just brown suits and beards.  i get tired of steampunk nearly always manifesting as ‘put some brass on it’, it being sepia, old timey, and the white west.  always the lone ranger, never zorro.  always industrial, never post-slavery.  always victorian, never baroque.  always tesla, never da vinci.  (or archimedes!  steampunk odyssey, plz.)

Photos of the Day, Dec. 22, 2011 | Photos | National Post

Two bicycle rickshaw drivers stay warm under blankets early in the morning in the old quarter of New Delhi on December 22, 2011. Nearly 100 people have died in cold weather sweeping across northern India with many of the deaths taking place among the homeless and the elderly.
Andrew Caballero-Reynolds/AFP/Getty Images

Photos of the Day, Dec. 22, 2011 | Photos | National Post

Two bicycle rickshaw drivers stay warm under blankets early in the morning in the old quarter of New Delhi on December 22, 2011. Nearly 100 people have died in cold weather sweeping across northern India with many of the deaths taking place among the homeless and the elderly.

Andrew Caballero-Reynolds/AFP/Getty Images

hinduthug:

mycupofchai:

sirnathandouglashunt:

Bridges that grow themselves, Meghalaya, India

This is so dope.

Even nature stays connected.

Leopard Sleeping on the Tree (by najeebkhan2009)

Leopard Sleeping on the Tree on a Cold Foggy morning - In the Bandipur Forest which is about 200 Miles From Bangalore - India
Bangalore-najeebkhan@hotmail.com


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Leopard Sleeping on the Tree (by najeebkhan2009)

Leopard Sleeping on the Tree on a Cold Foggy morning - In the Bandipur Forest which is about 200 Miles From Bangalore - India

Bangalore-najeebkhan@hotmail.com

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fuckyahsouthasia:

ruineshumaines:

Stretching Tiger, India.
Photograph by Michel Zoghzoghi.
A tiger stretches its powerful form on a branch in Bandhavgarh National Park in the central Indian state of Madhya Pradesh.

fuckyahsouthasia:

ruineshumaines:

Stretching Tiger, India.

Photograph by Michel Zoghzoghi.

A tiger stretches its powerful form on a branch in Bandhavgarh National Park in the central Indian state of Madhya Pradesh.

nezua:

afghanipoppy:

Farmers blocked railway tracks in the Indian town of Karchana in a protest against the takeover of their land for two proposed power plants. - BBC Day in Pictures, 1/21/2011
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nezua:

afghanipoppy:

Farmers blocked railway tracks in the Indian town of Karchana in a protest against the takeover of their land for two proposed power plants. - BBC Day in Pictures, 1/21/2011

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This is How We Roll in India (via shalinahuja)

kungfucarrie:

the-madame-hatter:

aydenmace:

wtf

LIKE A BOSS

I love the giggling dudes in the car

aqrima:

my-reverie:

satellite image of india on diwali (festival of light)

aqrima:

my-reverie:

satellite image of india on diwali (festival of light)

crashinglybeautiful:

hiding in this cageof visible matteris the invisiblelifebirdpay attentionto hershe is singingyour song~ Kabir, english version by Rushil Rao
Thank you to The Beauty We Love for the beautiful poem, as well as for this wonderful biography of this extraordinary poet:
Kabir  is not easily categorized as a Sufi or a Yogi — he is all of these. He  is revered by Muslims, Hindus, and Sikhs. He stands as a unique,  saintly, yet very human, bridge between the great traditions that live  in India. Kabir says of himself that he is, “at once the child of Allah  and Ram.” He was born in Varanasi (Benares), India, probably around the year 1440  (though other accounts place his birth as early as 1398), to Muslim  parents. But early in his life Kabir became a disciple of the Hindu  bhakti saint Ramananda. It was unusual for a Hindu teacher to accept a  Muslim student, but tradition says the young Kabir found a creative way  to overcome all objections. The story is told that on one particular day of the year, anyone can  become a disciple by having a master speak the name of God over him. It  is common for those who live near the Ganges to take their morning bath  there in the sacred waters. The bhakti saint Ramananda took his bath as  he did every day, by arising before dawn. On this special day, Ramananda  awoke before dawn and found his customary way down to the steps of the  Ganges. As he was walking down the steps to the waters, a hand reached  out in the predawn morning and grabbed the saint’s big toe. Ramananda  was taken by surprise and he expressed his shock by calling out the name  of God. Looking down he saw in the early morning light the hand of the  young Kabir. After his bath in the early light he noticed that on the  back of the youth’s hand was written in Arabic the name Kabir. He  adopted him as son and disciple and brought him back to his ashram, much  to the disturbance of his Hindu students, some of whom left in protest. Not much is known about what sort of spiritual training Kabir may have  received. He did not become a sadhu or rununciate. Kabir never abandoned  worldly life, choosing instead to live the balanced life of a  householder and mystic, tradesman and contemplative. Kabir was married,  had children, and lived the simple life of a weaver. Although Kabir labored to bring the often clashing religious cultures of  Islam and Hinduism together, he was equally disdainful of professional  piety in any form. This earned him the hatred and persecution of the  religious authorities in Varanasi. Nearing age 60, he was denounced  before the king but, because of his Muslim birth, he was spared  execution and, instead, banished from the region. He subsequently lived a life of exile, traveling through northern India  with a group of disciples. In 1518, he died at Maghar near Gorakhpur. One of the most loved legends associated with Kabir is told of his  funeral. Kabir’s disciples disputed over his body, the Muslims wanting  to claim the body for burial, the Hindus wanting to cremate the body.  Kabir appeared to the arguing disciples and told them to lift the burial  shroud. When they did so, they found fragrant flowers where the body  had rested. The flowers were divided, and the Muslims buried the flowers  while the Hindus reverently committed them to fire.

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crashinglybeautiful:

hiding in this cage
of visible matter

is the invisible
lifebird

pay attention
to her

she is singing
your song

~ Kabir, english version by Rushil Rao

Thank you to The Beauty We Love for the beautiful poem, as well as for this wonderful biography of this extraordinary poet:

Kabir is not easily categorized as a Sufi or a Yogi — he is all of these. He is revered by Muslims, Hindus, and Sikhs. He stands as a unique, saintly, yet very human, bridge between the great traditions that live in India. Kabir says of himself that he is, “at once the child of Allah and Ram.”

He was born in Varanasi (Benares), India, probably around the year 1440 (though other accounts place his birth as early as 1398), to Muslim parents. But early in his life Kabir became a disciple of the Hindu bhakti saint Ramananda. It was unusual for a Hindu teacher to accept a Muslim student, but tradition says the young Kabir found a creative way to overcome all objections.

The story is told that on one particular day of the year, anyone can become a disciple by having a master speak the name of God over him. It is common for those who live near the Ganges to take their morning bath there in the sacred waters. The bhakti saint Ramananda took his bath as he did every day, by arising before dawn. On this special day, Ramananda awoke before dawn and found his customary way down to the steps of the Ganges. As he was walking down the steps to the waters, a hand reached out in the predawn morning and grabbed the saint’s big toe. Ramananda was taken by surprise and he expressed his shock by calling out the name of God. Looking down he saw in the early morning light the hand of the young Kabir. After his bath in the early light he noticed that on the back of the youth’s hand was written in Arabic the name Kabir. He adopted him as son and disciple and brought him back to his ashram, much to the disturbance of his Hindu students, some of whom left in protest.

Not much is known about what sort of spiritual training Kabir may have received. He did not become a sadhu or rununciate. Kabir never abandoned worldly life, choosing instead to live the balanced life of a householder and mystic, tradesman and contemplative. Kabir was married, had children, and lived the simple life of a weaver.

Although Kabir labored to bring the often clashing religious cultures of Islam and Hinduism together, he was equally disdainful of professional piety in any form. This earned him the hatred and persecution of the religious authorities in Varanasi. Nearing age 60, he was denounced before the king but, because of his Muslim birth, he was spared execution and, instead, banished from the region.

He subsequently lived a life of exile, traveling through northern India with a group of disciples. In 1518, he died at Maghar near Gorakhpur.

One of the most loved legends associated with Kabir is told of his funeral. Kabir’s disciples disputed over his body, the Muslims wanting to claim the body for burial, the Hindus wanting to cremate the body. Kabir appeared to the arguing disciples and told them to lift the burial shroud. When they did so, they found fragrant flowers where the body had rested. The flowers were divided, and the Muslims buried the flowers while the Hindus reverently committed them to fire.

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