#What to eat in Delhi

[yummraj]

Dos by tres (Main Market, block 8, Lodi colony, new Delhi)

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[halidays]

Places to Visit in Delhi - Best Tourist Guide

Delhi is the capital city of India and one of the most vibrant and diverse destinations in the world. It is a city that has witnessed the rise and fall of many empires, the birth and death of many legends, and the fusion and evolution of many cultures. Delhi is a city that offers a glimpse into the past, present, and future of India, with its magnificent monuments, bustling markets, modern…

[ghumindiaghum]

Varanasi, or Banaras as it is fondly called, is not just a spiritual destination but also a food lover’s paradise. The city’s vibrant streets are a treasure trove of culinary delights, each dish telling a story of tradition, culture, and rich flavors. What to Eat in Varanasi: A Culinary Journey Through the Holy City see more at: https://shorturl.at/Q7vTg

[theinfinitedivides]

how does this man never disappoint me. what is in the water

[srbachchan]

DAY 5984

Jalsa, Mumbai July 6/July 7, 2024 Sat/Sun 1:56 am

🪔🙏🏻 .. apologies for missing the birthday of Ef Sweta Prasad on July 05 .. and another birthday was missed .. birthday of Ef Irina Semechkina from Russia .. also on July 05 .. apologies and our wishes and love from the Ef Family always sincere .. 🙏🏻❤️🚩

For July 07 .. our wishes to Ef Saurabh Bhakri from New Delhi .. have a splendid birthday .. 🙏🏻❤️🚩

the biggest curse at this age level of living is immobility .. sit for long for a Film on Tv .. a Euro a WCT20 and .. done .. the body refuses to cooperate .. the limbs set up there own discourse and slumber moments and as do the rest ..

So .. up and move every 20 minutes or 15 .. shake the system , walk about for that water faucet .. clean up the floor .. dust the music electronics and switch off the unwanted lights .. burn an incense .. fan it away in some rapidity .. venture not for the meal conglomerate .. may it be where be the sitting .. naaa .. that is extra labour for the kitchen .. best to walk there and assist in easing the service gap .. drive the vehicle to the work place .. set up those minor issues in the vehicle that function not in unison with what we desire or have wished for .. the lubrication methodology that bhas taken care of the many -WD40 .. miraculous .. you actually fixed a high end car issue and not succumbed to the often done of sending to the formal garage for its repair and checking .. but yooohoo .. it worked, this wd40 .. and all is well that drives well ..

Electronics need a personal attention .. weather beaten they wither and demand attention .. keep them cool , keep them occupied , keep them happy for you to be happy .. talk to them - they actually listen !

Water the planters .. out in the sun for them to get their VitD .. check the fish tank and not be alarmed at the condition of the fishes .. they swim they eat what we pour in and show happiness .. errrm .. pets yes .. they abound about and their loss is personal .. but the fresh and born recent arrive with their cuteness and the life and attitude of all ,changes ..

And then you sit for the game of the Quarters and the one you want and wish to go through, withers away .. have the means for victory but in mistake they are barricaded .. and the emotion of their millions ghets depressing to watch .. so switch it off .. get down to writing the Blogomaester .. and connect even though it be 2:23 am of the next .. er July 7 ..

wishing the birthdays of those that are on birthday times .. birthdays , yes .. many though want all other events on their lives to be given a landing here .. NO .. birthdays are enough ..

जिनका स्नेह और आदर मिलता है, उन्हें मेरा प्रणाम और आभार ; कुछ ज़्यादा ही बोल देते हैं लोग, और वो विश्वास नहीं होता ; कैसे लोग हैं जो अपने शब्दों में अपना आचरण तो करते ही हैं, परंतु वो उनके लिया होना चाहिए ; मैं तो नाचीज़ हूँ , मेरी गिनती उनमें ना हो तो संतुष्ट हूँ मैं ।

अब बस निद्रा ने घेर लिया, और उसके हल्के फुलके संकेत, मंद मंद आकारों में, इन चश्मा धारी नेत्रों में समा गये है ।।।

तो चलते हैं, भईया , सूर्या उदय होने से पहले कुछ आँख मिचौली हो जाये तो बेहतर

शुभ रात्रि 😴💤

अमिताभ बच्चन Amitabh Bachchan

[hopelittledreamer]

I couldn't sleep. What the hell is going on in this country???? Have y'all been keeping tabs on the violences going on in sambhal? And the surveys going on one after another on mosques? I seriously can't believe how tf are people so stupid. There are countless mosques and shrines which were built on demolished temples. If you go on trying to restore each and every temple back, then this country would go down to hell. Does the government has no other fucking issue than screwing up the already paper thin communal harmony in India? People are freaking dying in Delhi because of the air pollution, rape is as common as robbery, the environment is deteriorating at a fast pace, the economy of the country is in shambles, people are now poorer than ever, more than 90% of the country earns less than 25k rupees per month, the ganga is dying, so many animal species native to our country are on the verge of extinction, we don't have any good relation with any of our neighbouring country, unemployment rates are skyrocketing, the taxes are eating away at the middle class, only 1% of the population holds the majority wealth of the country, Mumbai has become the city with the most billionaires in all of South Asia with 92 billionaires residing there yet the biggest slum of asia exists alongside these elites . All of these issues. And what does the fucking divisive government wants to focus on???? Surveying centuries old mosques and wanting to see whether there's any temple ruins beneath it. And they don't even want to do this for their dharma. Naah, they don't give a fuck about hindus. They only want to keep the attention on these matters while the rich keep on profiting. Wow, like just wow. Use your fucking brains. The rich won't hesitate to kill the poor, doesn't matter if it's a Hindu or a muslim or a person of any religion. God, I can't believe the state of this country.

[creatingnikki]

Dear you at the start of 2024,

Hello, I'm here with insights and tea. You will have a lot of main character moments this year. Flying all the way to another city to meet a man you met online because you're this bold and hopeful woman who loves love and can actually take care of yourself even if things don't work out. Don't ever regret being that woman — the courage to believe in love despite all the prior bad experience, despite all the trauma and baggage you still haven't been able to clean your way out of, despite the shitty people out there — you are a sparky, smart, sweet person with so much capacity for love. Don't let people who break your heart shame you into hating you for your strengths and for taking a leap of faith.

Also, remember, sometimes people only break your expectations, not your heart. Love...it is something so vague and intangible and different for all. But for you? It's showing up. It's prioritizing the person's needs and emotions, being in sync with their thoughts and caring. Endless caring. So, if you take a minute and think about it, that boy you travelled over 500 miles for never loved you and baby you didn't quite love him either. You were on the path, both of you, yes. But neither got very far and it's frustrating and it sucks. But don't let yourself marinate in the misery of broken expectations for too long.

You will also make out with this really tall and hot guy in the middle of the dance floor at the club with everyone stopping and staring and you won't care because in those few minutes of drunk ecstasy everything will quiet down and it will feel like it's just you and him and all that sexual chemistry in between.

You will spend yet another week in the Summer in Delhi with your best friend and you will drink soju and eat tteokbokki and you will read many interesting lit fic books — this time from some v cool Indian authors too.

The space you were so restless for, you will be blessed with. And then you won't know what to do with it or yourself. You will keep feeling broken thinking that void, that God-shaped hole inside of you, is way too big and you will feel depressed and beyond repair. But when the seasons change you will give a reading club in a park in your neighbourhood a chance and you will make new friends. The 동네 친구들 (neighbourhood friends) like you had as a child you had been wanting again.

You will bake brownies at 2 am in the night and have your home smell like comfort. You will get that promotion at work and realize you've been in the workforce for long enough to be a reporting manager and it will feel amusing because you still sometimes feel like that 21 year old fresh out of college starting your first job. You will buy sunflowers for your friends and your mom and sometimes forget to buy flowers for yourself.

Patterns will keep repeating and you will struggle to break them. You'll want to get a hammer and smash them because the consistency with which you will fall back into them is frustrating and appalling. But that way you will only end up smashing your own crutches. So, you will have to learn to get out of them the way you learned to get out of the pool at seven — slowly, without haste, without slipping, and with grace.

My love, you will feel like ending this life but in a way you would turn off the computer at 10 when it was glitching — from the main switch. But you can't do that no matter how much you wish sometimes you could. Because you could always start the computer again the next day. And you always would. Hang in there because instead we are going to hit refresh.

I love you. I am getting better a loving you. When you are in December, you'll see. My words to you are kinder and there's so much less shame and guilt and disgust. So, you may not experience any major milestones in 2024, but you do know that this too is a pretty big thing? Being softer and more patient with yourself. And so I'd say it will end up being a pretty good year over all. Net good.

Love, The me at the end of 2024

PS You'll get through every single thing you feel like you won't. I promise.

[ramcharantitties]

Rangrez

Chapter 3: Keen

Sita's note: Imagine lying to a police officer lol

When Akhtar brought Kainat home, the whole family stalled, thinking he got married. He already had this responsibility, how was he going to get married now? The breath of relief they exhaled upon clarification sent Akhtar in confusion and made Kainat smile to herself.

It was a sweet family of four people, the kind of family Kainat often dreamed of. A supportive mother, a loving sister and a present father. Somehow, somewhere, Kainat envied Akhtar. Kainat soon got to know that they have a mechanic shop. She promised that as much as she is welcomed home, she won't extend her stay for long.

The only person she didn't understand was Ram. He was serious, yet kind looking man. There were glimpse of hope yet burden in his eyes, and she was keen to know more. Besides, years of training has told her how to read the face of a man. Their first meeting, as she felt, was tolling on him. She didn't understand if he was an ally to the police- perhaps yes. Maybe he was an inside informer. Spies reigned the streets of Lahore- she couldn't be trusting of anyone, anywhere. Kainat felt closer to her goal of freedom after coming to Delhi. The underground and informal meetings, exchange of information and knowledge, planning revolts and revolutions- she wanted to be a part of all of it. And it wasn't possible from the back of her horse cart.

But Delhi was not as easy to fit in, just like this family. Kainat always spent most of her time alone in Shahi Mahal, and sometimes she sprawled upon Khwabgah, doing her art. She painted various murals, only for them to be covered with dust instead of praises. Kainat wondered if she could do all of that here. But this close knit family reminded her that sometimes the best moment comes from just spending time together. Rehana was occasionally kind, but never hated Kainat. Mallika for some reason, did.

The expressions that planted on Kainat's face were only readable to Ram. She felt lucky to be invited to this lunch, eating with everyone. Ram could see the gratefulness on her face. But that raised questions in his mind. Kainat sat next to Akhtar, across Ram. Picking up her spoon, she began to eat when Akhtar pulled it back. "Eat from your hands, that's more fulling" Ram stared at Kainat, who hesitated but followed Akhtar. The way she took small bites, her hands, her lips, everything was elegant about her. Ram's gaze was interrupted when he felt Akhtar tapping his knee and smiling to himself.

Kainat saw Akhtar almost everyday, but he never really asked or interrogated about her background. She often told her Lahore stories to his younger sister anyways although Kainat never saw Ram. She wanted to thank Akhtar and his family, so she took up the kitchen to make Chicken Biryani for them.

She sat away from them, watching and serving when needed. As they huddled around the huge plate, the graceful Kainat died inside. Ram and Akhtar devoured the dish twice the speed of everyone else. On one incident, Akhtar used both his hands to eat. "Akhtar bhaiya, eat from your right hand!" She remarked, when she felt Ram's hot gaze at her. "How does it matter, I'm gonna eat it anyways" Akhtar's reply took away Ram's attention. "You come and eat too" Akhtar looked at Kainat.

Everyone relaxed after the meal, and Ram saw Kainat cleaning the kitchen up, following her. "What was your name again?" Ram's velvety voice shocked Kainat, making her jump. She looked back to see Ram leaning against the door frame, his eyes fixated on her. She turned around to face him. "Kainat" she muttered. "And where do you come from, in Lahore?"

"Heer-" a realisation dawned on Kainat; what if he knew about her birthplace? "Heer?" Kainat saw Ram straining to hear more. "Near Heeramandi" she said, her breaths getting shorter. "And why did you come to Delhi?" Kainat thought hard- would it hurt to tell the truth? "My sister was going to sell me to someone, after our parents died. She wanted everything my father has written in his will for me. So I ran away" Kainat looked down, her hands fiddling. "Do you belong to any royalty or just a rich family?" The poor girl looked up at Ram again. "Rich family, my father's business boomed" she wondered if that's how children with fathers talk. "And how l-" "you ask too many questions" Kainat couldn't help but notice. "Even Akhtar bhaiya didn't ask as many" she smiled, looking at Ram's mouth agape. His expression turned to a sincere and serious one, as he moved closer to her, step by step.

"And that's why I have to." Ram's breath hit her, his voice audible to only them. Kainat's smile fell. They stared at each other for what seemed to be a long time, when they were interrupted by a voice outside. "Kainat, can you make tea for everyone?"

She moved almost immediately, turning around to pick up the pan and filled it with water. Kainat reached her hand out to pick up the steel box of tea leaves, only to find it empty. She could still feel Ram staring at her every move, but she said nothing. Ammi did say in the morning where the box of tea leaves is, but it was too up for Kainat. She tried to pick it up, but her fingers slid it back on the shelf. Kainat could feel a presence around her, closer than where Ram was. She turned around to see Ram picking up the box. He breathed down Kainat's neck, his fingers barely grazing the box. "Maybe I should move" she began to escape the close space, only to be stopped by Ram's denial. "No, I got it" he said, handing the box to her now.

Kainat muttered a small thanks, and put two spoons of leaves in the boiling water, when she felt Ram's lips almost touching her ear. "If I found that you're lying, there'd be repercussions". A chill went down her spine, but before she could turn and see him- the kitchen was empty.

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Tagging: @jkdaddy01 @ramayantika @definitelyhim @starlight-1010 @panikk-attackkk @vijayasena @lilliebeingdelulu @multifandom-boss-bitch @yehsahihai

[kichmich]

Hi! I'm really interested in your take on Bangladesh and Pakistan! Could you tell me a bit about them :0 (personality, relationship, etc.)

Hello, hello, hello!

I'd love to! :D I'm so sorry for how long it took, I didn't notice, I've been really busy. I am also sorry because this is a mess I have never been asked about my characters before akdjakka

Here goes!

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For Bangladesh's name, I chose Mehnaz Hossein Taqwa, with the daak-naam Anwessa. Only the first part would be visible on her legal documents. I chose the names because the first part can be instantly recognised as an Islamic name (TAQWA MEANS FEAR OF ALLAH), she is a Muslim convert, so when she did become one, she'd want her name to reflect that (She probably asked Persia for reccomendations :) Mehnaz is a Persian name! We used to learn Persian because it was a sign of high class!) . Anwessa is a more traditional name that came from Sangskrit. I imagine her to have a rather cheery personality! She loves people! She loves making them happy!! She waves her hands around when she speaks!! She's rather open about displeasure or disappointment too, but if it's something serious she gets kind of quiet, I think. You'd find it more in her expression than in her words. She doesn't close up, she's just not vocal. But! She is my pookie. She has a disgustingly large collection of fancy Dhakai jamdani sarees. She likes to shop. She likes singing. She likes old cassettes and malai ice cream and kacher churi (glass bracelets). I don't think she covers her head much though and if she does it's that half-assed crown-showing one popular here with young women because she is pookie. She isssss hm, old. I'm not sure how old, but she was around when the kingdom of Gangaridai was there. Probably very little, but she was there.

And for Pakistan - I am so sorry I am so afraid to say this I can't be as confident in my headcanons on Pakistan as I am not Pakistani and have never set foot in Pakistan either, so my take on him issss very fluid. I saw a few people calling him Ahsan so that's what I call him too. I don't know what to call him lmao, Ahsan [??] Khan? Ahsan Ebrahim Khan? I read on Wikipedia that the Pakistani government had placed the time of the foundation of the nation at 711 AD during the Islamic Conquest, so I'm gonna say that's also when he's born. I'd say he's a very responsible and friendly person, big on hospitality, but definitely not someone you should fuck with. He has a lot of patience until he doesn't. He's rather emotional, I'd say, and the wording is important - he's emotional, not sensitive, nor upbeat or very open. He can probably climb really well (Pakistan's hogging the mountains have you seen. Goddamn). He likes poetry, chai, walking around the old, un-urbanised parts of cities. My grandfather has this bullet shell from the Liberation War which has Ayat-Ul-Kursi written in paper and rolled up inside it, and he'd made it into a locket, I imagine he has something like that too from a different war or armed conflict.

I think they shared a rather close relationship until the mess with the partitions came. By the time Ahsan was born, Mehnaz was grown, but Ahsan shot up to a teenager not too late, so they could at least hang around and get something out of it that wasn't him eating her hair and her hiding under a scarf and jumping out of it and going BHOWWW and scaring the shit out of this poor, poor fucking toddler. I don't think she cared about him beyond "!!! Baby!" at that time, and he didn't have the brain to comprehend The Her. His size too little. Her house too far.

But Ahsan did grow, and they did get close. They probably met up a lot in Delhi (middle point) and hung out, having dessert and reading together. After the ermmm Hindu-Muslim tension skyrocketed and all sorts of conflicts started, they got much closer, they planned their activities together, travelled and worked, etc. And then the partition happened. And the Indo-Pak War and 1952 and 1969 and 1971 and it went to shit. It went to such shit. You can surely imagine what kind of premium brand shit it is, it shines gold, Mehnaz was very openly hateful for a while and good lord her government did not let go and so neither did she. Not fully, at least. Ahsan wasn't as openly hostile as she was, he'd just stare at her unimpressed and listen most of the times before one day he'd kind of lose patience and start spewing things just as bad - it was like that for a while.

But it's improving. Yay!! It is slowly but surely improving. They hang out more, I don't think they had a proper talk yet but they've both agreed to be more normal about things. They are now capable of actually enjoying the time they spend together. They will text each other and joke around and have fun, it's ok. They still argue. There's still a lot. But, things are getting better.

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Ahem. That's all, I am so, so, sorry for this giant ramble, I don't know how to format AAAA. I hope you enjoyed :)

[yummraj]

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[i-cant-sing]

BJP didn't destroy a mosque there was previously a Ram Mandir that Babar destroyed in own Ram birth place after 500 years BJP made the Mandir

And in Kashmir all of Hindu pandits were killed they forced a mother to eat her husband bodies if she didn't they would kill her children's and they were killed and they did more horrible things

And don't forget about The Kerala Files

There are constantly terrorist attacks in India from Pakistan like the attack on Delhi or Mumabi and the taj hotel

Or the Kashmir were they are bombing it

Or the news were we keep hearing that Hindu girls are cutted in pieces and kept in freezer

Girl... look me in the eye and be so fr, tell me dead ass that Hindus haven't committed more crimes against Muslims. Actually, if you're a BJP supporter, just- leave. Hate NM, so there's no point in talking sense into his followers.

And yeah, you've mentioned a lot of crimes against Hindus and yeah, it's very wrong and terrible what happened to them, but what about crimes against Indian Muslims??? Or they don't count because they're a religious minority aka second class citizen.

NOT TO MENTION THE BIGGEST CRIME OF ALL- Indians- of which many are Hindus- are going to Israel to work at this point in time- which would end up in supporting the Palestinian genocide.

AND YOU KEEP MENTIONING PAKISTAN- omg why are Indians so obsessed with making Pakistanis look bad??? Like there's so many bollywood movies where Pakistanis are the bad guys. It's like Hollywood's version of making Germans and Russians the villain every single time.

Don't even get me started on Kashmir. Do not-

[gwydpolls]

Time Travel Question 23: Ancient History XI and Earlier

These Questions are the result of suggestions from the previous iteration.

This category may include suggestions made too late to fall into the correct grouping.

Please add new suggestions below if you have them for future consideration. All cultures and time periods welcome.

Sorry about the extra potato.

[enigma-the-mysterious]

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"Bhai, what would you do if you ever woke up as a jalebi? Would you try to eat yourself?"

"...."

"I know I would."

"Akhtar, what the fuck?!"

The point was, the man lived for food. He had the appetite of a baby elephant. At home, his doting mother had no qualms about spoiling her beloved son with his favorite delicacies. Even when he was at Ram's apartment, Akhtar was often helping himself to the snacks pilfered from his kitchen. 

So, when Ram found himself wandering into an English confectionery shop on a whim after another long and futile day spent roaming the streets of Delhi in search of his target, there was one thought that dominated his mind. 

Akhtar would have loved it here.

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"What is this, bhai?" Akhtar asked as he curiously peered into the packet in Ram's kitchen.

Ram smiled as he put the stove on heat. "The English call it chocolate."

"Choco…late?" Akhtar repeated, rolling the new word off his tongue.

"You can put it in cakes, or sweets," Ram explained, walking past his friend to grab the bowl of water by his side. "Or use it to make a drink."

Akhtar followed him to the stove, watching as he placed the vessel on the stove. Always so observant, his Akhtar.

"Drink? Like a chai or sharbat?"

@eriquin @zyrafowe-sny @violet-prism-creatively

"Stop it!"

Bheem froze, not because of the command, but because of the voice. That damned voice.

The sea of khaki parted to make way for blood red and gold. Bheem's lips twisted in disgust. 

He held his head high and kept his eyes trained on the bars of his cell, beyond the rigid shoulders that marched towards him. Bheem did not squander his attention on his enemies.

(And not because he could not bear to see the face that looked nothing like the man he once smiled at, laughed with, ate with, called broth-)  

"Keep struggling and it is Malli who will pay for your stubbornness," he said, curt, low, cold.

@1attheedge @auburnlaughter

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Ram hissed as he began to pull the shirt off himself. The fabric caught on the congealing blood over the claw wounds and pulled on the fragile scabs.

Fuck, that hurt.

He took a deep breath, clenched his jaw and ripped the shirt off his torso.

Ram's vision blacked out and his knees almost buckled from the searing agony that shot through his chest. He choked on a sob as hot tears leaked from the corners of his eyes.

It was from the pain throbbing through his wounds, he told himself.

(He had gone through worse without batting an eye, without shedding a single tear)

@somefishycat @kalira @scifikimmi

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The whip was slick with his blood.

"Kneel."

He wouldn't.

His back was flayed to the bone.

"Kneel."

He wouldn't.

The nails stuck to his skin, hugging, crushing, suffocating, ripping off his flesh and muscles and veins.

"Kneel."

He would'nt.

"Kneel, or die."

He chose death. It did not come easily.

@sourb0i @wizisbored @violet-prism-creatively

"And I am sorry for giving you so many scars."

"Because you never struck me at the same place twice."

Ram's breath hitched in his throat. His head snapped up and he stared at Bheem, wide eyed and dumbfounded. 

Did he....

Bheem simply smiled.

"I am a healer too, anna. Do you think I do not know how the human body works? How much punishment it can take?"

[srbachchan]

DAY 5619

Jalsa, Mumbai                  July 6/7,  2023                Thu/Fri  1:15 AM

Apologies for missing the Calendar updates 😔 .. but making up .. 🙏🏻

..

🪔 .. July 04 .. was no birthday ..

🪔 .. July 05 .. birthday of Ef Shashikant Pedwal from Pune .. and Rajat Watel from Jammu ..

🪔 .. July 06 .. birthday of Ef Pronobesh Roy Choudhury from West Bengal - Kolkata ..

🪔 .. July 07 .. birthday of Ef Saurabh Bhakri from New Delhi ..

Greetings to all and the joys of the World .. ❤️ from your Ef Family .. 🙏🏻🚩

So .. a few days off .. and the days spent in reflection , rejuvenation .. not of the age kind but to gain the knowledge of what goes on inside the World of reflection .. smart yes .. 

Yes .. 

It is , or rather are the reflection days .. a wonder why certain ‘givens’ were given , why certain doings were being done .. why a name an act an act .. and so many other ‘whys’ .. 

The curiosity widens .. and it is not the curiosity , it is the will of the mind to delve into regions which were in a sense reserved to ask or know .. 

Now with age the ridicule has lessened .. now with time they that are asked or are brought into the picture by me , are convinced that the man is 81 , old decrepit and mental , bear him .. it shan’t be for long .. and the responses go on with a sense of  .. ‘poor guy , so uninformed , let him be .. etc etc etc .. “ 

Also the temerity to seek and voice matters that may never have been done earlier have reached the stage of a fearless disposition .. 

So to start with ..

Wimbledon is on .. and the Women players get Women ex champions in the commentary box to speak and inform and comment .. most of the time .. the Men players get ex men champions in the box .. 

BUT ..

Typically .. give a microphone to any individual and they shall never stop talking .. and this I notice often .. 

In the game of tennis or any such moment , when the entire concentration is in the players and how their mind is working etc., the commentators keep talking .. hey ! I want silence at that time .. I want to get into the mind of the player and the ladies keep commenting on past games and opinions , and moments as to why he or she played so and so and such and such ..

NOOO ..

I do not want to be disturbed by your chatter .. give me all that you have to say in the break .. when the players wipe face drink energy, eat energy chocolate, complain to the Ref , ask questions facially to their team on the stands above , lament that the crowd is not with them .. and so on ..  

then talk as much as you like .. !! hahah .. its limited there isn’t it , because the Ads., start .. hahaha .. the ad., money is so needed for the commerce of the Tournament .. many of you would not know that there never used to be a break in tennis before .. the players just changed sides and carried on .. the break was deliberately introduced to give time to the Ads., to run and for their Commerce to thrive ..

AND THANK THE LORD FOR THAT .. !! I get a job too .. the Ad.s and the endorsements  .. hahah !! 

yes their experience and stories of past moments .. or guidance of how the game goes on and what the strategy should be - unless its an English Brit playing ..  then it’s all about them even when they are losing .. it’s always the ‘sun’ coming in the eyes , the wind is blowing against them when they serve or take a smash shot .. the shadow keeps changing on the court , the linesmen are making mistakes .. ufff .. the list is endless .. even when the opponent has given a amazing shot, the comment if its a Brit will be .. ‘he was there, foot slipped, would have returned it .. ‘  

the exuberant adjectives used when there is a Brit commentator for Cricket and their team players hits 4 or a 6 ..  !!  listen to them .. they just go on and on in praise and compliments .. !!

And for us ..  it’s just a terse inform .. hehehe .. 

WE  THE PEOPLE OF INDIA, NOTICE ALL THIS  .. 

But we are a tolerant people .. just that ..  ‘गले ते  हथ ना लाई  !’  as we would say in Punjabi ‘don’t put your threatening hand on my neck’ .. because we will thoko ..  ठोको,  ..  .. गळ्यात हात ठेवला तर, ठोक देणार !!!

AAAh .. a favorite subject of mine  .. and I love noticing and commenting in private , but today .. गळ्यात हात ठेवला तर ठोक देणार !!

“ to ask the hard question is simple ‘ .. किसी मुश्किल प्रश्न को पूछना बड़ा आसान होता है  

So have asked .. and the answers shall be in the known medium  !!!

Love respect .. affection and more ❤️

Amitabh Bachchan

[kulchurstudio]

On my father’s side Dalip Jolly Fadnavis F**leap Trump its a sensory motor cortex skull bumping cult, me and my brother included! Didnt give me too much trouble, 1 inch seizures off to the left! But what if I hadnt playing soccer? Too wrong to forgive at all even later!

On my mothers’s side, C*ntboy Shoba Bahadur Jolly, Shiba Bahadur, it is ACTUALLY EVERY SINGLE CRIME IN THE WHOLE LIST FROM 0 to 101! Not even a 100!

My uncle Uday Bahadur, C424 Defence colony, New Delhi, Uday ‘Udayangani’ Bahadur, Baba Udayanagani, WAY WORSE THAN THE MSG GUY EVEN! Actually that, actually that, actually that!

G*y owner of the ACTUAL Dawood Ibrahim! Actually that, actually that, actually that, actually that, actually that!

Distributing random data leaks and naked pictures of people without remorse, INCLUDING his own daughters Anika and Sakshi Bahadur! The three ugly ones folks G*ynika And A*skite! His daughters hide property and launder money for him and IT IS CONFIRMED THAT they go for naked massages together to our very own DLF EMPORIO mall, new delhi! Inc*stual even in ultimate WORLDWIDE CENTRAL D*SGUST and crime WAY WORSE than any cartel or cartel boss here in Mexico, Columbia, Cuba or ANYWHERE ELSE IN THE WORLD!

MANUFACTURING AND DISTRIBUTING ROOF*E R*PE chemical! Actually that, actually that, actually that!

Consuming and distributing ch*ld p*rnography!

Im here to say shooting the same content followed by m*rder of the young child ALSO and ALSO WITH HIS OWN ACTUAL LAWYERS! THEN EATING THE D*AD BODY! Actually that, actually that, actually that! 32 million people in New Delhi, India you know! Making victims out of innocent people often without remorse!

Blackmail, kidnapping, intimidation, b*sexual predation, of innocent victims unprovoked! When you are an underwriter you dont choose someone who Cannot manage and pay back the money ON PURPOSE! And also at that point given that you are either entrepreneurial or completely jobless and vacant the rest of the time you DO literally help them make that money back by pooling efforts itself! You DO NOT r*pe and m*rder violently!

Adulterating legal recreational substances! Like a passtime joke!

Instigating the literal actual major bad events the central ones EVERYWHERE! Actually that, actually that, actually that! INCLUDING 9/11 and worse! Each one! On the phone to the place in EACH CASE for the past 70 years!

FIRST PERSON IN THE HISTORY OF INDIA to steal board exam results under intimidation with a pistol in 12th grade! Actually that, actually that, actually that!

WITHOUT Provocation OR AGENDA instigated the assassination of Indira Gandhi and Rajiv Gandhi! Without payment or money even! Why she wasnt his mummy Mummy? Hansa Bahadur

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