A khanda broadsword from Rajasthan, Northern India, in the mid-1800s, with a couple of extras in the form of a katar punch-dagger and a single-shot percussion pistol. Decisions, decisions, which one to use first?

In fact given the Indian swordsmiths’ fondness for tucking away a hidden sting in the tail, there may even have been a version of this with a stiletto that screwed up inside the grip. Rather like these…

And the katar dagger could have been enhanced as well…

Indian weapons are a great source of inspiration for writers and artists who want something a bit OTT but with the realism that comes of having actually existed.


Gemsona weapon ideas

coming up with a gemsona weapon can be hard if you want to use something unique rather than the basic medieval weapons everyone knows about. so here are some interesting weapons i have found for anyone to use.

This is a Khanda, an Indian sword with a flat tip that can be used with either one hand or two hands.

This is a Mere, calling is a club would be misleading. it was used by Maori warriors and is made mostly from gemstone.

the Chinese Three barrel pole gun is one of the earliest guns to ever be made.

The Kanabo is a club used by samurai to crush things. 

The Bhuj is sometimes called “The Axe Knife” since it is just a knife on a short handle. it also holds a small blade hidden in the handle.

the Atlatl & Tlacochtli is basically a giant arrow connected to a short stick that lets you throw it farther and more accurately.

The Iwisa is a wooden club use by the Zulu warriors of southern/eastern Africa

The Burda is a Celtic club used to smash things, that’s all.

Emei Peircers are tiny spears attached to rings that allow it to spin around, often used with one on each hand.

the Roman scissor is really just turning your arm into an axe

the Wushu Whip Chain is like a whip but made of metal.

and lastly we have the Zhua, which is just a metal claw on the end of a huge stick. i cannot find any good pictures of this so this sketch will have to suffice.

saucewalalaal  asked:

10, 20, 30, 40, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100 :)

oh caroline. why did i ever expect anything different.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?
side and back but never stomach. i tried that once, it was so uncomfortable.

20: what’s your favorite eye color?
dark dark dark dark brown, like dark chocolate or black coffee

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?
i have, when i’ve been in car accidents

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?
all my jewelry is special to me. currently i am wearing 3 rings which were all purchased in bhuj, one bracelet from radhanpur, and ruby earrings that my parents got me as a bday present and no i dont plan to ever be seen sans jewelry

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?
nothing lol

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?
i love poetry. honestly any hindi, gujarati, or urdu poetry i love.

70: have you ever used a ouija board?
nope, and i’m not interested, tyvm

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?
the same color that they got built with lol, white. i wanted to color them but it was too much of a hassle tbh

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.
mountain house. the peace, the greenery, the happiness, the weather, everything about it is amazing. not to mention the glorious house and great business haha. and there’s also ahmedabad and bhuj and berkeley and sfo but i could go on forever.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?
the future, because there’s not much i regret in the past and a lot that i’m looking forward to in the future

help me kill time with cute questions

Portrait of a girl from the nomadic Fakirani Jat tribe wearing traditional clothing near the village of Chhadvara, located roughly 100km from Bhuj in the Kutch District , © Kimberley Coole


Cultural textiles: India (2014)

India visit January-February 2014

Inspired by the haywire society of India, the condensed communities, electrical wires over-hanging the streets, and the Flamingoes of Little Rann of Kutch.

Featuring handwoven, digital and block printed designs

India calling

For true inspiration I had to retreat to India again. A trip that has been put off for far too long, it feels amazing to be back and has been everything I have been searching for. I have spent a week travelling in Bhuj, Gujarat, visiting different villages and learning about true craftsmanship. Amazing hand woven and hand painted textiles. Decorated mud huts adorned with mirrors. But also having the opportunity to meet and photograph the various gypsy tribes. There really is no place like home. Photographs on the way soon!


I really wanted to post about my trip before I left but because I was short for time I didn’t get a chance. I guess its better to just post as I go.

Long story short for those who don’t know. I’m in India! Bhuj, Gujarat to be specific. I’m on a study abroad design program trip with 5 other people from my Graphic Design program.

We’re here to visit different villages and their crafts they make. Art & Crafts are HUGE here. Its THE source of income for them and a way of living. Each color, garment, design, pattern means something. Women make all their clothes and specific clothes and colors are worn for specific occasions and each color symbolizes something. Lets just say I’m learning more than I have in the past year about design and its awesome because its my own culture.

Getting here- traveling by myself was horrible. Its a whole another story that maybe I’ll touch on later but right now at this moment. I’m here. Alive. Breathing. It’s humid and I can hear car horns constantly going on outside. Also theres a group of guys outside our hotel collected by their motocycles, laughing and talking and smoking a beedi. (tobacco wrapped in leaves)

Today was our first day. We visited 3 villages to the north of Bhuj. They were all brilliant. Each village is one family. They all marry within & first cousins are preffered. You would think they would be odd and deformed but they are all perfectly fine. They were so happy to see us! At first shy but soon each of them were constantly fighting each other to have us take their picture. The women laid out their embroidered patterns, clothes, bags, rugs, sheets, cloths, bracelets and other items out on a cot for us to look at. Some of us bought stuff while others just soaked it all in. The art work is absolutely beautiful. I can’t express how much work they must do to make it so detailed and intricate. The stories they tell us and the emotions they express without verbally communicating to us is unbelievable. In some villages they speak “Kutch-i” & in general they all speak Gujarati. I unfortunately can’t speak or understand either. Usually theres atleast one person that speaks hindi that I converse with, mostly men.

The second village was smaller with more adults than children. One of the men sat with me & Todd for a good 20 minutes to tell me his story and about the village. He gave us a tour of his house/hut and the well they use to get water.

The third village was a cermamic one. It was a whole process getting there, the roads were tiny and our big van barely got through. There is only one man that makes the pots and he doesn’t use an electronic wheel by personal choice and because the electricity bill gets super high. He manually spins the wheel and makes the pots. Their clay also has horse & cow maneuver in it. The women paint and decorate the pots.

We ended the day with going to a temple on “The black hill” Its 60 Km from the border of pakistan. We watched the sunset and it was breath taking. We spent a good 15 minutes just sitting there, absorbing our enviorment and tried to let it sink in that we were there. Actually looking at the amazing view. In India. All together. It was unreal.

It still hasn’t really hit me but its sloooowllly starting to set in. We will be here in a hotel (a really nice one if I might add) for the next few days just visiting villages all around. I’ll be posting images randomly.

I’m loving it here. I didn’t know what to expect on how it would be here but it beats everything I would’ve ever thought. It’s already been such a journey and a great experience I can’t wait to see what else we have in store for us!

So long for now! More to come :)

Journey to Bhuj

           Meeting the Rabari women for the first time was the most beautiful experience.  These beautiful women adorned in all black are strong and powerful. They knew what they want and definitely what they didn’t want. They are truly free spirited and carefree. Out of all the tribes in Kutch only RABARI women adorn themselves in black and other very dark tones of clothing and thus stand out. They truly are offbeat. Therefore, I like to call them the black ones…as deep as black…as strong as black.


           "Magical" is the word I would like to use to describe my experience in Bhuj, in Shrujan and with Rabaris. It’s been a constant learning process since day 1 I got to Bhuj. I learned to live out of our comfort zone, with some new people for 6 weeks, learned to manage home, learned about sharing dreams and sorrows and learned to understand each other’s problems. Bhuj has taught me how difficult situations bring people close together. It taught me about meeting professionals, staying calm and handling difficult tasks, being responsible, being regular, being patient and follow rules and regulation.  Shrujan taught me how to be professional and disciplined.

           I learned to live happily without any luxury, celebrate each day, love my work, being close to the roots, never being afraid, live with freedom and individuality, accepting the change with open mind, accept new people with happy heart and overcome the difficulties with ease. Rabari’s taught me individuality and the fact that communication and love does not need common language or lifestyle.

           The amazing learning is experiencing all of it from a town which was hidden among the cracked path. The broken path, these cracks symbolize the broken dreams of people, the dreams that broke under reality (reality meaning earthquake). The path which now has cracks was once clear and it only held dreams. Then reality hit the dreams and the path we now see, the cracks remind us of the reality. But, still there is beauty of resistance and strength withstanding it all.

           In the end I am taking with me love for Indian craft, a whole new world of inspiration, a beautiful palette of colors and some wonderful ideas of clothing. This journey has been the most mesmerizing experience related work and for my life.

Satrangi to Gold

Seven friends, some new, some old,

All set for a new life to unfold,

Preparing to be strong and bold,

Preparing to be figure out some story untold,

In each other’s lifestyle they’ve to mold,

Handel each other temperament hot or cold,

To walk this road,

Each others hands we will hold,

By the end of this journey,

We will turn Satrangi Dhaga to Gold…

Article and poem by

Pallavi Sawhney

Fashion Designing Student (Pearl Academy)

Would You Pass the Desert Please?

We were alone. Well not entirely, but far enough from anyone to make it difficult to differentiate between a speck of dust on the windshield or four friends in the distance, one of whom had dared the other to do a somersault. So there I stood on the white landscape my hands in the air about to perform my first somersault in six months. The air rushed out of me as I took a deep breath. Here goes. I throw my hands back and at the exact moment, a fly flies directly into my mouth. There I was in the middle of the Rann of Kutch, attempting acrobatics and even here, miles from civilization, I am plagued by the common housefly…..desert-fly. At the time it didn’t occur to me that it took millions of years from the creation of the universe to the evolution of our species, for this coincidence to happen, but now that I think about it. Wow, what perfect timing.

My friends and I were in Kutch for 5 days and I had taken a well-deserved week off from work to explore my native land. A friend of mine was in the process of planning the trip so I and another friend decided to tag along. The 16-hour train journey from Mumbai to Bhuj wasn’t so eventful with the usual time-wasters like talking, listening to music, and breathing. We reached early morning around seven, and were greeted happily by a prancing puppy. That’s about the most excitement we had until set off on our adventure the next day.

I had literally expected Bhuj to be a dusty desert town. Well, that’s what I got, but what I didn’t expect was it to be so centrally located to the amazingly unique Rogan artists, the picturesque village houses of Bhindiyari that are filled with mud-mirror work and beautiful handicrafts, and of course Dhordo, the white desert. We’d also gone to Dholavira which is about a five hour drive from Bhuj. I wouldn’t recommend the ruins of the oldest civilization on the planet to those who aren’t interested, but that usually goes with non-recommendations.

On the fourth day, we had our main course and it was delicious sampling of black and white. In the morning we had a scrumptious breakfast of Kala Dungar. The hilltop melts in your mouth as you take in the horizon and by the time you’ve swallowed your bite, you’re already in heaven. Unfortunately, you can’t have too much, because lunch and dinner is a never-ending buffet, the White Desert.

The first time your vision extends into the depth of salt and sand you realize two things. The first is that you are really tiny. Really! The second is that no matter how small you are, inside you’re as vast as the endless desert you’ve found yourself on. You can feel yourself pouring out into every grain of sand, every pinch of salt, and every breath of air. You are no longer your body, but the culmination of an entire life that has been spent searching, struggling, and fighting. It is here on the white tarmac that you can finally rest, look up into the sky, and just let go.