Due to the heavy rains many celebrities were unable to attend #AamirKhan's 3rd wedding,
But they have promised not to miss it (come whatever may) the next time.
Rather long but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did:
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I lack civic sense.
They can burn streets,
and vandalize a city after a championship game.
I dance at an airport excited about my first foreign trip, and suddenly I am the face of poor civic sense.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I steal jobs.
They move factories across oceans,
shift profits through tax havens.
I study, compete, earn a visa, work 18 hours a day, sometimes multiple jobs and somehow I am the one stealing jobs and scamming the system.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I am everywhere.
I build your software,
treat your illness,
teach your children,
drive your taxis,
and open your stores.
The world became a village,
yet my presence remains a problem.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I am too loud.
The evening news screams outrage.
The internet echoes with anger day and night.
I celebrate a wedding, a festival, a victory,
and I am told my joy is too loud.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I smell of curry.
The world smells of gunpowder,
of hatred,
of division,
of endless arguments about race and religion.
I carry the fragrance of spices from my grandmother's kitchen,
and somehow that is what offends.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I have no culture.
I come from a civilization that counted the stars
when much of the world was still learning maps.
I speak languages older than nations.
I celebrate hundreds of traditions,
yet I am told I have no culture.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I am backward.
I send missions to the Moon.
I build vaccines for millions.
I run companies across continents.
Yet a viral video of one fool becomes evidence against a billion people.
I am an Indian.
I celebrate my favorite actor's success
with flowers, music, and a few glasses of milk.
Others worship influencers who sell outrage, turn every disagreement into a battlefield, and every opinion into a war.
Yet my celebration is the one that makes headlines.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I gather in crowds.
We walk together in processions,
celebrating our faith, our culture, our traditions.
Everyone is welcome.
No shops are looted.
No neighborhoods are burned.
No one is threatened for thinking differently.
We sing.
We dance.
We pray.
And somehow our gathering becomes the problem.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I bring my culture everywhere.
I light a lamp in a foreign land.
I wear a saree in the snow.
I teach my children the language of their grandparents.
Others build walls between neighbors,
argue endlessly over identity,
and forget where they came from.
Yet I am told I should leave my culture behind.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I live in the past.
But my past gave me yoga,
mathematics, philosophy, meditation,
and the idea that the world is one family.
The future keeps borrowing from my past,
while telling me to be embarrassed by it.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I should be ashamed.
Ashamed of my accent.
Ashamed of my food.
Ashamed of my festivals.
Ashamed of my traditions.
Ashamed of existing.
But I am not ashamed.
I am the child of farmers and philosophers,
scientists and saints, workers and dreamers.
*I come from a land that taught the world
that truth can be many-sided,
that all paths deserve respect,
and that the entire world is one family.*
*Yes, we have flaws. Every nation does.*
*But judge me by my actions, not by your stereotypes.*
For I am an Indian.
*And before you tell me what is wrong with me, look honestly at what you have normalized in yourself.*
For I am an Indian.
The world may mock my accent,
question my customs,
laugh at my celebrations,
and judge me through a thousand stereotypes.
*Yet I stand tall. For I belong to a civilization older than empires, a culture richer than prejudice, and a people whose spirit refuses to bend.*
For I am an Indian.
Dear Bollywood, After watching Made In India: A Titan Story...
I am formally requesting that Naseeruddin Shah and Jim Sarbh be banned from sitting at home.
Their couches do not deserve them.
The audience does.
In ko dabaa ke kaam do.
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Quick funny story ✈️😉
A rookie first officer is flying with an experienced captain. The captain says to the copilot:
“I want to test how well you know the aircraft.”
“I’m going to the lavatory to take a number two,” says the captain. “When I come back, tell me whether the aircraft became lighter while I was relieving myself.”
The captain leaves to do his business. When he returns, he asks the copilot:
“So, son, is the aircraft lighter now?”
The copilot replies enthusiastically, eager to impress the captain:
“No, sir. Our aircraft does not discharge lavatory waste during flight. The waste is safely stored in the onboard holding tank until landing, when it is emptied by the maintenance crew. Therefore, as a closed system, the aircraft’s weight remained the same before and after you relieved yourself.”
“You’re not thinking right, son!” replies the captain. “The aircraft is lighter now because I was gone for 15 minutes, and we burned two hundred gallons of jet fuel during that time!” 😉
I’m a landlord. It’s a tough business. I had a tenant, Mr. Alvarez. Never late on rent for 5 years. Then, the checks stopped. I went to his apartment. He didn’t open the door. I used my key. The apartment was empty. No furniture. Just a mattress on the floor and Mr. Alvarez sitting on it. “I’m sorry,” he said, looking down. “My wife got sick. The medication… I sold everything. I’ll leave today.” I looked at the empty room. I went to my truck. I grabbed my tools. “I’m not kicking you out,” I said. “But I am raising the rent.” He looked terrified. “I’m raising it to $0 for the next six months.” He started to cry. “And,” I added, “I’ve got an extra sofa in storage. And a table. Let’s get this place looking like a home again.” That was three years ago. His wife recovered. He’s back on his feet. He insists on paying me double rent now to "pay back the debt." I put the extra money into a fund for other tenants who struggle. A roof over someone’s head is a business. Keeping a roof over their head when they’re drowning? That’s a duty.
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@priyaee@elonmusk This is so easy. Yesterday's tech can do it. I'm waiting for the day I can block brown people acting like white supremacists and racists trying to fit in with them, but who are invariably shunned by them as low lives. Which makes other colored people too see them as low lives.
The orange one says that Iceland has already cost the US a lot of money. But we have peace, gender equality, and cricketers who play for the love of the game. We have no need to seize any overseas players in the interests of our batting security.
@ViatorTravel Hi We had a refund to be processed by Viator for our booking , we were sent an email on 5th Jan 26 that it has been processed , but nothing has happened till now & we can't see any such transaction into our account , can you please help us with that.
@ViatorTravel hi i had made a booking through tripadvisor & it got cancelled due to weather issues, now when i query the provider they said i will get the refund processed through viator, let me know how do i see & get this done on viator (as the booking is not visible in viator)