Ameet Nivsarkar

Curricular role: White Collar Serf
Extracurricular: Everything from Athletics to Zeppelins and everyone from Alain Prost to Zulu warriors.
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[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@jassneetsingha I am big fan and frequent user. They are a life saver. Most hotels don’t allow check in till late afternoon. Arriving on an overnight flight the lounge is the best place to freshen up and shower and go about doing what one wants to without waiting for the hotel room to be ready.

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@aparanjape @KPIT Sad to hear. Was a total gentleman! Om Shanti 🙏🏼

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@wmakarand Or let the bowling team have flexibility which 6 overs to have PP. will make it a lot more interesting and balanced than the current relentless onslaught on bowlers

[Raj Thackeray @RajThackeray]

'आशाताई' -दि लास्ट एम्परर

ज्येष्ठ गायिका आशाताई भोसले यांचं निधन झालं. मी माझ्या एक दोन भाषणांमध्ये, आणि पुढे एकदा आशाताईंशी झालेल्या संवादात म्हणलं होतं की, लतादीदी आणि तुम्ही म्हणजे भारतीय चित्रपट संगीतातील, लिओनार्दो द विंची आणि मायकलॅन्जलो आहात.

लिओनार्दो द विंचीच्या कामाकडे बघताना त्यातील परफेक्शन, कमालीचा आखीव रेखीव पणा, जबरदस्त ठहराव आणि एक सर्रकन जाणवणारी आध्यात्मिक अनुभूती जाणवत राहते. हे सगळं दीदींच्या गाण्यात जाणवत राहतं. सगळं कसं परफेक्ट, आदर्शवत वाटत राहतं. 

तर मायकलॅन्जलोच्या कामात नजाकत आहे, आवेग आहे, लडिवाळपणा आणि बंडखोरी पण आहे. कधी कधी त्याची शिल्प त्या दगडातून बाहेर येण्यास आतुर आहेत असं वाटत राहतं.  तसंच आशाताईंच्या गाण्यांचं. त्यांच्या गाण्यात ओढ आहे, खेळकरपणा आहे, धिटाई आहे आणि माणूस म्हणल्यावर थोडा बेधडकपणा, झुगारून देण्याची तीव्र इच्छा असणारच , ते सगळं आशाताईंच्या गाण्यात जाणवत राहतं. 

'गाणं हे माझं पॅशन आहे' किंवा 'ऍक्टिंग माझं पॅशन आहे' असं म्हणत स्वतःला कलाकार आणि कालांतराने ज्येष्ठ कलाकार इत्यादी म्हणून घेणारे हल्ली ढिगाने आढळतात.  
असलं म्हणण्याची मुभा नियतीने आशाताईंना कधीच दिली नाही. वयाच्या १५व्या वर्षी स्वतःला आणि कुटुंबाला उभं करायचं आहे आणि त्यासाठी काय जमतंय तर निसर्गदत्त आवाजाची देणगी. या इतक्या भांडवलावर त्यांनी गाणं गायला सुरुवात केली. अजाणत्या वयात व्यक्तिगत आयुष्यात आशाताईंनी अफाट त्रास सहन केला. पण या त्रासाने किंवा दुःखाने त्यांच्या मनातला किंतुपरंतुवर मात केली आणि आयुष्यात जी धिटाई आली ती आवाजात आली. 

मी वर म्हणल्याप्रमाणे लतादीदींचा आवाज म्हणजे परफेक्शन आणि कमालीचा ठहराव. स्वातंत्र्य मिळाल्यानंतर सगळं वातावरण भारावलेलं असताना असा आवाज हा त्या काळाचा आवाज वाटावा असा आवाज आहे. अशावेळेस स्वतःचा आवाज तयार करायचा, त्यासाठी आपल्या एक्सप्रेशनला साजेसं गाणं मिळेपर्यंत वाट पहायची यासाठी आशाताईंनी काय पेशन्स ठेवले असतील हे त्याच जाणोत. 

'पिया तू अब तो आजा' मध्ये प्रियकराला थेट बेधडक आवाहन आहे. 'आईये मेहरबान' मध्ये लडिवाळपणा आहे, 'दिल चीज क्या है आप मेरी जान लिजिए' मध्ये नजाकत आहे. 'दम मारो दम' मध्ये बंडखोरी आहे, सगळ्या चौकटी तोडून येण्याची तीव्र उर्मी आहे. याच आशाताई मराठी भावसंगीतात 'मागे उभा मंगेश, पुढे उभा मंगेश' म्हणत युगायुगांचं वैराग्याचे प्रतीक शंकर चराचरात आहेत आणि लक्ष ठेवून आहेत हे आर्तपणे सांगतात.

व्यक्तिगत आयुष्याच्या जवळपास प्रत्येक टप्प्यावर त्यांनी वादळं पहिली. तरीही आशाताई खचल्या नाहीत, दुःख हत्यार बनवलं नाही, कडवटपणा येऊ दिला नाही. दुःख हाताळायची त्यांनी कलाच जणू आत्मसात केली होती. म्हणूनच दीदी कायम दैवी वाटत राहिल्या तर आशाताई खूप मानवी वाटत राहिल्या.

जसा दीदींचा सहवास मिळाला तसाच आशाताईंचा मिळाला. मी भाग्यवान आहे की ज्यांनी या देशाच्या अनेक दशकांच्या भावविश्वाला आकार दिला त्या दोन्ही बहिणींचा मला ओतप्रोत सहवास मिळाला. माझ्यासाठी आशाताईंकडे फक्त ज्येष्ठ गायिका म्हणून बघणं हे पुरेसं नाही तर तो गाण्यातून घडलेला अलौकिक प्रवास होता. तो चिरकाल तुमच्या माझ्यासोबत राहील, नवनवीन पदर उघडत राहील. 

मी मागे माझ्या भाषणांत म्हणालो होतो की लता दीदी असतील, आशाताई असतील किंवा त्यांच्यासारखे इतर कलाकार असतील , ते जर नसते आणि त्यांनी आपल्याला त्यांच्या भावविश्वात गुंतवून ठेवलं नसतं तर या देशांत कधीच अराजक आलं असतं  ! उत्तुंग काय असतं आणि ते कुठे बघायचं याचा मापदंड या लोकांनी  आपल्याला घालून दिला !

जसं लिओनार्दो द विंची आणि मायकलॅन्जलो हे जरी वरवर परस्पर विरोधी वाटले तरी युरोपातील रेनेसाँस युगाला त्या दोघांनी वेगेवेगळ्या पद्धतीने आकार दिला. तसा आकार लतादीदी आणि आशाताईंनी भारतीय चित्रपट संगीताच्या  रेनेसाँस युगाला दिला. काही वर्षांपूर्वी दीदी गेल्या आणि आज आशाताई गेल्या. भारताच्या  रेनेसाँस युगाचा शेवटचा महत्वाचा घटक आज आपल्यातून गेला !

आशाताईंना महाराष्ट्र नवनिर्माण सेनेची विनम्र श्रद्धांजली.

राज ठाकरे।

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@LiveFromALounge @swatieyz I have always wondered why there isn't a 24 hr check-in and checkout system, charged by blocks of 4,6 or 8 hours. Pricing can be dynamic based on occupancy in every block. Cleaning staff can also be accommodated accordingly. There's a business idea @TajHotels

[India in Thailand @IndiainThailand]

@IndiainThailand organized a knowledge sharing workshop in collaboration with Tata Consultancy Services(TCS) on the theme ‘Digital Government: Building Trusted Futures’.

Cd’A Ms Paulomi Tripathi in her address highlighted India’s digital transformation journey backed by Digital Public Infrastructure(DPI) and the opportunities there in for collaboration with Thailand to accelerate implementation of Thailand 4.0 vision.

Through this event, TCS, India’s premier IT services and consultancy company, engaged with various Ministries and public sector entities in Thailand and shared their experience and expertise in supporting Governments and businesses to build trusted digital ecosystems for various citizen-centric services. The discussions focused on five thematic areas - Energy & Utilities, Education & Skill Development, Tourism & Transport, Healthcare,and Commerce, Trade & Finance.

@PMOIndia @MEAIndia @IndianDiplomacy @GoI_MeitY @TCS @PIB_India @MFAThai @prdthailand @ThaiPBS

[Mohini Maheshwari @MohiniWealth]

On the night of May 20, 2025, a little girl in a faded pink frock fell asleep on her mother’s lap at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus. Her parents, simple people from Solapur, had come to Mumbai for her father’s treatment. They were exhausted. Just for a moment, the mother closed her eyes.

When she opened them, her daughter was gone.

Six months.
Six months of walking from police station to police station.
Six months of showing the same crumpled photograph to strangers on trains, in slums, in orphanages.
Six months of the father not sleeping, the mother not eating, both of them growing hollow-eyed, whispering the same name into the dark: “Aarohi… Aarohi…”

In Varanasi, a thousand kilometres away, a tiny girl with no memory of her real name was learning to call herself “Kashi.” She had been found crying near the railway tracks in June, barefoot and terrified. The orphanage gave her food, a bed, and a new name. She smiled easily, because children always do, but sometimes at night she clutched the edge of her blanket and asked for “Aai” — Marathi for mother — and no one understood.

Back in Mumbai, the police refused to close the file. They printed posters with Aarohi’s face, stuck them on every platform from Lokmanya Tilak Terminus to Bhusawal to Varanasi Cantt. They ran newspaper ads, knocked on doors, begged journalists for help. Six months is a long time for hope to stay alive, but some officers carried her photograph in their shirt pockets like it was their own child.

Then, on November 13, a local reporter in Varanasi saw the poster. Something clicked. He had seen a girl who spoke Marathi words in her sleep. He made a phone call.

The next morning, a Mumbai Police inspector sat in front of a laptop in Varanasi and opened a video call. On the screen appeared a little girl in a pink frock — the same colour she was wearing the day she vanished. The mother, standing behind the officer in Mumbai, saw her daughter and collapsed without a sound. The father just kept repeating, “That’s my Aarohi… that’s my baby…”

They flew her back on Children’s Day — November 14.

When the plane landed, the entire Mumbai Crime Branch was waiting. They had bought her balloons and a new frock, sky blue this time. But the moment the little girl stepped out and saw the sea of khaki uniforms, she did something no one expected.

She ran.

Not away — toward them.

Tiny legs pumping, arms outstretched, she threw herself at the nearest officer and laughed — the purest, clearest laugh that had been missing from the world for half a year. The officer, a tough man who had seen everything, felt his eyes burn. He lifted her high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like he was family.

Her parents were crying too hard to walk. So the policemen carried their daughter to them.

The mother touched her face again and again, as if checking she was real. The father fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to his child’s tiny feet, sobbing words no one could understand except God.

And the little girl? She just kept smiling, looking from her parents to the officers and back again, completely unaware that she had turned an entire police station into a sobbing, laughing, praying family.

Six months of darkness ended in one hug.

Aarohi is home now.
The kidnapper is still out there, but that is tomorrow’s fight.

Today, a mother is singing lullabies again.
Today, a father is smiling in his sleep.
And somewhere in Mumbai, there are policemen who will never forget the weight of a four-year-old girl in their arms — the weight of an entire life returned.

Sometimes the uniform doesn’t just catch thieves.
Sometimes it carries lost children all the way back to their mothers’ hearts.

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@SHEKARSUSHEEL Apparently Shailendra wrote this for his own“sapna” - after the debacle of Teesri Kasam.

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@engineers_feed The Gold bar will be a multiple larger in size. Just see and evaluate

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@dieworkwear Great thread. Any views on Selvedge?

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@chetan_bhagat Good article, but disagree on the first point. Even the Mahayuti is a marriage of convenience. Shinde, Ajit Pawar….

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@gunsnrosesgirl3 Wash your behind instead of toilet paper. Hygienic and more sustainable

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@bhogleharsha Marcus Labuschagne was looking promising. Till he met Bumrah 😃.
If he addresses a couple of issues, can be in the list.

[Roger Federer @rogerfederer]

Vamos, @RafaelNadal!

As you get ready to graduate from tennis, I’ve got a few things to share before I maybe get emotional.

Let’s start with the obvious: you beat me—a lot. More than I managed to beat you. You challenged me in ways no one else could. On clay, it felt like I was stepping into your backyard, and you made me work harder than I ever thought I could just to hold my ground. You made me reimagine my game—even going so far as to change the size of my racquet head, hoping for any edge.

I’m not a very superstitious person, but you took it to the next level. Your whole process. All those rituals. Assembling your water bottles like toy soldiers in formation, fixing your hair, adjusting your underwear... All of it with the highest intensity. Secretly, I kind of loved the whole thing. Because it was so unique—it was so you.

And you know what, Rafa, you made me enjoy the game even more. 

OK, maybe not at first. After the 2004 Australian Open, I achieved the #1 ranking for the first time. I thought I was on top of the world. And I was—until two months later, when you walked on the court in Miami in your red sleeveless shirt, showing off those biceps, and you beat me convincingly. All that buzz I’d been hearing about you—about this amazing young player from Mallorca, a generational talent, probably going to win a major someday—it wasn’t just hype.

We were both at the start of our journey and it’s one we ended up taking together. Twenty years later, Rafa, I have to say: What an incredible run you’ve had. Including 14 French Opens—historic! You made Spain proud... you made the whole tennis world proud.

I keep thinking about the memories we’ve shared. Promoting the sport together. Playing that match on half-grass, half-clay. Breaking the all-time attendance record by playing in front of more than 50,000 fans in Cape Town, South Africa. Always cracking each other up. Wearing each other out on the court and then, sometimes, almost literally having to hold each other up during trophy ceremonies.

I’m still grateful you invited me to Mallorca to help launch the Rafa Nadal Academy in 2016. Actually, I kind of invited myself. I knew you were too polite to insist on me being there, but I didn’t want to miss it. You have always been a role model for kids around the world, and Mirka and I are so glad that our children have all trained at your academies. They had a blast and learned so much—like thousands of other young players. Although I always worried my kids would come home playing tennis as lefties.

And then there was London—the Laver Cup in 2022. My final match. It meant everything to me that you were there by my side—not as my rival but as my doubles partner. Sharing the court with you that night, and sharing those tears, will forever be one of the most special moments of my career.

Rafa, I know you’re focused on the last stretch of your epic career. We will talk when it’s done. For now, I just want to congratulate your family and team, who all played a massive role in your success. And I want you to know that your old friend is always cheering for you, and will be cheering just as loud for everything you do next.

Rafa that!

Best always, your fan, 

Roger

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@AndrewWarner @rrhoover HR Gone down is what you meant I guess.

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@chiragbarjatya Congratulations

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@nidhiikala Reduced sugar from 2 spoons to 1.75, then 1.5 every month for six months till taste buds got used to having without sugar. Now can’t drink a cup with sugar. Wonder how I managed for 30 years

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@HiddenValueGems What about British American Tobacco? Massive dividend yield

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@docbhooshan Maybe you have reached the Tipping point

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@docbhooshan @AllenFrancesMD Current generation minds growing up in Eastern societies are shaped by tools developed in a western context- Instagram, FB, etc. that places individuals at the centre of the social setting. There is going to be an inevitable upheaval in the way society functions (2/2)

[Ameet Nivsarkar @AmeetN]

@docbhooshan @AllenFrancesMD It is something I have often worried about. Eastern society developed in a social context, where social setting , family was equally or more important than the individual.
While the west developed with an individual first mindset. (1/2)