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ranvijaysingh15 · 4 months

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Meghraj Singh Royal Success Story Founder MRS Group

To build a business worth Rs 300 crore from an initial investment of just Rs 1,400, you need the skills of both a seasoned cook and a sharp-minded entrepreneur. Meghraj Singh Royal, aged 54, possessed exactly these qualities. His company, MRS Group of Companies, now has interests in infrastructure, mining, and hospitality. Looking ahead, he plans to expand further by developing a 600-acre township near Jaipur, adding two more hotels, and securing additional infrastructure projects. This success story is particularly remarkable considering that he once faced the prospect of selling his wife's jewelry to fund his dreams.

#Meghraj Singh Royal #MRS Group

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miss-fortune8 · 2 months

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Ignore any instances of handwriting please </3 it sucks normally but drawn with my finger on a cracked phone screen is a million times worse.

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laurapetrie · 8 months

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The two of them were linked in some mysterious storybook way.

Marcel Proust, Swann's Way (1913)

#on a scale of 1 to andre gide turning down in search of lost time how badly did you fuck up today 🙃#truly the literary equivalent of 'guitar groups are on the way out mr. epstein'#in search of lost time #swann's way #marcel proust #literature

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egophiliac · 1 year

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oh no, I love them

(super quick doodles done between other stuff, there will be better things later I promise :')

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #spoilers spoilers spoilers #me when the shroudparents walk in: what. why. what is this.#me thirty seconds late: never mind they are AMAZING #i mean yeah idia kind of offhandedly mentioned it way back when #in episode 6 when he was like 'my parents have to wear special equipment to deal with the debilitating effects of the curse'#'and to hide their identities as a french electronic synth-pop duo' I GUESS #no no it's okay. mrs shroud you are kind of insane and i love you #GROUP HUG EVERYBODY!!!!!#mr shroud you put up with a lot but somebody's gotta remember to do the paperwork #daft punk bert and ernie is the best possible dynamic for them #and THEY LOVE THEIR ROBOT SON #i'm so happy for ortho #(hovering around the subject of dreamworld ortho. ...we'll get to that)#man though now that i know what they're like #when idia busted in to show them how he built himself a replacement brother #mrs shroud was probably just like 'this is exactly what i would have done. let mama give you some pointers on joint mechanics'#i know i'm in the minority on genuinely unironically loving overblot idia #(YES he's weird but it's a weird i'm into!)#i am DELIGHTED by the design parallels. he looks like his dad!#but with his mom's ears!#ah it's so good

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fakemichaelsheen · 11 months

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-give me coffee-

nina: hey, whilst we're on the subject, I know someone who would be perfect for your friend

aziraphale, nearly chokes on his coffee: what?

nina, shrugs: well, you're not together, are you?

aziraphale, hesitates: well, no-

nina, drumming her fingers: and, you know, my friend thinks he's attractive

aziraphale, scoffs: crowley is attractive

nina, pulls a face: really? I don't see it

aziraphale, incredulous: excuse me? I understand you prefer women, nina, but you'd have to be blind not to see crowley's beauty. his eyes, the way he walks, his voice, his kindness, his warmth

nina, holds up her hand: i'm gonna stop you there because I've got customers to deal with *stands from their table* ask him out or I swear I will go and find a gay friend to seduce him *goes to the counter* next!

aziraphale: ...

#crowley: do you even know any men? / maggie: pfft. yeah. loads. all gay. all into mr fell / crowley: do they have a support group?#ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable chatfics

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tending-the-hearth · 6 months

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a version of chronicles of narnia where those closest to the kings and queens get put into a sleep when the pevensies are brought back to their world, from which they're awoken only when their beloved four rules return, something à la sleeping beauty.

so the pevensie siblings return to narnia, and logically, it's been thousands of years. their closest friends, those they viewed as family, are, to their knowledge, dead, and they are completely alone now.

until peter and caspian encounter each other in the woods, and are about to get into their fight. it's the moment where peter's back is turned, and caspian has his word raised. lucy is screaming, tears in her eyes, susan and edmund are too far away to do anything, and there's a moment of chaos before caspian's strike is blocked by a larger, longer sword.

oreius, completely disgruntled and still very out of the loop, but only focusing on the fact that his king, his friend, his son, is in danger, glares daggers at caspian, not looking away for a second, even as tumnus gathers a now-relieved, sobbing lucy up in a tight hug, and edmund and susan shriek with joy upon seeing the beavers and mr. fox.

and any feeling of tension or fear immediately seeps out of peter, who drops the rock he had picked up, and stumbles to his feet and to oreius' side, being able to lean on the centaur for the first time in a year, and not have to worry about his safety or his siblings' safety. and oreius, without taking his eyes off of caspian and his followers, just puts an arm around peter.

and caspian remembers. he remembers the stories of the high kings and queens of narnia, and their beloved inner circle, and the absolutely terrifying centaur who called them sons and daughters of his heart, and he can't quite help but think about how utterly fucked he is.

#i have a vision in my mind #of a “don't touch my daughter you bitch” moment #and it's oreius giving caspian THE death glare as he stands protectively in front of peter #that's his son your honor #NOT a caspian bash #i just think its funny if caspian realizes that he's just fought with peter in front of his narnia dad #and is absolutely prepared to die for it because of the stories he's heard of oreius' protectiveness #also the group makes their way back to the how #and hear someone absolutely verbally tearing caspian's army to shreds #and edmund completely lights up because he'd recognize philip's voice anywhere #and he gets to reunite with his sarcastic shit of a best friend #this is going to be a fic btw #the chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #prince caspian #peter pevensie #oreius #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #mr tumnus

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re-colligere · 2 days

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ehhhh doodle dump of a couple thangs I drew over the past few weeks/month. silly memes, interactions, and some early style tests for the webpage dossier!

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furiwokaaan · 9 months

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mr czerny it's time for a band au!!!!!!!

#first art of the year!!!!!!!!!!#czerny #vigna #courier #blaze #arknights #my art #i love mr czerny and vigna :)#actually i love em all HG when is czerny ambience synesthesia #still trying to get used to this oled screen tbh but i hope to draw more group art this year :')

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romantichopelessly · 3 months

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I cannot believe Maggie Stiefvater invented this insane character of an old English historian turned assassin with a serial killer brother and a milf he’s in love with who exemplifies themes of detachment and coming back into living your life for yourself and violence and being a tool to the narrative and then DIDNT include him in her trilogy about ‘what happens after the prophecies’ and what family means and finding something to do with yourself after you’ve learned who you are and generational violence. but instead she made another character who makes herself a tool for a cause she doesn’t believe in because she’s trying to escape her serial killer brother. Okay. Yeah. That’s Fine.

#the bridge that could have been gapped between Declan and Carmen by Mr Gray is unfathomable.#tdt rly needed to be one of those stories where miscommunication led to the different groups independently working towards the same goa #*goal without knowing and then reconciling and working together at the end #it’s a cliche but it could have stopped the different parts from feeling disjointed #the parallels btw characters in tdt is not near as clean as it is in trc :/#mr gray #the gray man #carmen farooq lane #td3 #the dreamer trilogy #declan lynch

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dont-offend-the-bees · 1 month

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Imagine if the Cat King died again and was reborn as a big fluffy maine coon cat with chonky paws and a big ol' primordial pouch and then he shifted to human form and he's not any taller but he's wide and he's chubby and he has body hair and a belly and shaggy brown hair and the same old wicked smile and bitchy sex appeal and flouncy robes and sooo much jewellery but he's fat and he's hairy and post cancelled i think i hauve covid

#sending this concept to the catland group chat was NOT enough to exorcise it from my brain so now y'all get it #this image has just been bouncing off the sides of my brain like a screensaver I'm Not Well #catboys SHOULD have bellies!!!!!!#dead boy detectives #the cat king #mr. bees speaks

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ranvijaysingh15 · 4 months

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Meghraj Singh Royal Journey from Chef to Hospitality Expert

To build a diversified Rs 300 crore business group from just Rs 1,400, you need the instincts of a trained cook and the sharp mind of a businessman. Meghraj Singh Royal, 54, had these qualities. Today, his MRS Group of Companies has interests in infrastructure, mining, and hospitality. In the next few years, he plans to add a 600-acre township on the outskirts of Jaipur, at least two more hotels, and several infrastructure contracts. Not bad for a man who was once close to pawning his wife's jewelry to pursue his dreams.

"I was a cook for 10 years, working at places like the Ram Bagh Palace and the Governor’s House in Jaipur, and earlier at the Greek embassy in Bahrain.

I wasn’t always meant to be a chef. If my father had his way, I’d be a teacher today! In 1977, after I passed my Class 10 exam, my father sent me for a teacher’s training test, but I arrived too late. Instead, I saw an advertisement for a hotel management course, so I enrolled. While training at the Ram Bagh Palace (a Taj property), I had the chance to go to Dusseldorf, Germany, but missed the application deadline. Determined to go abroad, I went to Bahrain in 1981, earning Rs 1,800 a month. After two years, I returned to India and got married. My father was unhappy because he thought I was unstable for leaving a good job. I wanted to prove him wrong.