Happy 18th birthday Hridaan ❤️
I'm no poet, but sharing one I wrote for you in 2021.. because some things are worth repeating.
Im so proud of the vulnerability you wear so openly, but right behind it-
there exists a second skin… resilient, unshaken.
It's easy to miss.
But I’ve seen it - again and again.
You are a raging fire... behind calm eyes.
You are a yoddha of a different kind.
Not loud, not restless -
but steady, aware and deeply strong.
A kind so rare it often has me bewildered.
A peaceful warrior.
This world needs more of them.
The world will test you. But I already know how you will meet it.
Happy 18th my son. I love you.❤️
Today, India lost a gem.
Asha ji was not only a legend who I had the good fortune of interacting with, but she was also a constant quiet presence in my life, always looking after my best interest, a reassuring and grounding force and the giver of the warmest hugs.
I will miss you deeply Asha ji. Thank you for the priceless memories and your timeless songs. You are and will always be the Queen of Indian playback singing.
My heartfelt condolences to the Bhosle family. Rest in peace Asha ji.
My dear Ray ❤️
As you so eagerly step into adulthood, here’s a gentle reminder of why it's so important to be an adult ! :-
An adult who builds a life strong enough…
Responsible enough..
Steady enough…
Wise enough…
..So that the child in you experiences top notch endless moments of unbridled laughter 🤣
Max moments of pure joy 😍
Smiles of quiet satisfaction 😇
and freedom to keep you flying! 🕺
That’s the job. Nothing more. Nothing less.
So good luck, you adult.
Remember-
The adult steers the boat.
But the child… is the captain.
“O captain, my captain.”
Is better applied here.
Happy 20th birthday Ray ❤️ my son.
Below are examples of what your captain has always looked like.
#love
It feels new. Can you spot the difference?
@HRXFilms@PrimeVideoIN
Makeup- Vijay Palande| Assisted by Sachin Ghankutkar
Hair: Sunny
Stylist: Divyak D’souza
Photographer: Beej Lakhani
When a motley group of robbers invade the family house of a man with OCD, they slowly realise, it’s not the family but them who need to survive this one night standoff.
#PrimeVideoPresents#MessOnPrime#ItStartsHere
Production Company – HRX Films (a division of Filmkraft productions) in association with Soda Films Lab
Producers – Hrithik Roshan, Eshaan Roshan, Rajesh A Krishnan
Director- Rajesh A Krishnan
Writers- Original Screenplay: Paul Soter | Adapted screenplay and dialogues: Kapil Sawant
Key Cast- Pratik Gandhi, Ranvir Shorey, Gajraj Rao, Anurag Thakur
Five women—each nursing wounds, dreams, and deadly secrets—are drawn into a web of deception that threatens to crush them or set them free when a sustainable housing project unravels into a deadly scam
#PrimeVideoPresents#StormOnPrime#ItStartsHere
Production Company – HRX Films (a division of FilmKraft Productions)
Producers - Hrithik Roshan and Eshaan Roshan
Creator- Ajitpal Singh
Director- Ajitpal Singh
Story - Ajitpal Singh, Francois Lunel and Swati Das
Cast - Parvathy Thiruvothu, Alaya F, Srishti Shrivastava, Rrama Sharma, Saba Azad, Suvinder Pal Vicky, Ashish Vidyarthi, Rajit Kapur, Ashok Pathak, Gautam Rode, Priyanka Setia, Ranjan Raj
.@PrimeVideoIN, HRX Films and Soda Films Lab are about to make a MESS 👀
yes, you read that right. Amazon Prime Video joins forces with HRX Films and Soda Films Lab for Mess, a comedy where one man’s OCD spirals hilariously out of control.
Production starts soon, stay tuned.
#MessOnPrime
@ihrithik@HRXFilms@RoshanEshaan@rajoosworld #SodaFilms
ANOTHER STATUTORY WARNING. #loverant
Man it's so much fun to see your kids shine. Caught myself thinking how proud I am as a father.
For the men they are growing into, their talents, accomplishments, their work ethic, humility, full-chested pride.
Then it struck me, how pride always implicates accomplishment. Starts that very viscous cycle of I am loved if I perform. And slowly pride that tricksy fellow starts masquerading as "Love".
And so by way of this rant I'd like to clearly demonstrate (n hopefully inspire) that no matter how great my pride is, it cannot for a second compete with my love for you.
For just the way you are.
You are here.
You are enough.
You are wanted.
You belong. That’s it.
Now by all means go build, explore everything — success (you decide the definition), aim for success at everything even at the art of doing nothing. And failure… in fact I hope you have spectacular failures, strange ones even. And feel it all, feel it fully, every human emotion, let it wash all over you - grab some popcorn and watch it with wonder, see what it feels like in your body - the pain, joy, loss, connection, loneliness, energy, hopelessness, intimacy —
At the bottom of each one - is a quiet wow.
Get to it.
Because that’s the only real pursuit.
The human experience.
Not meaning. Not winning. Not arriving.
But Experiencing.
(That’s the ride you signed up for.)
(Not remembering was part of the rules.)
(You lose nothing by having fun.)
(Self growth just unlocks better levels.)
( this is me half talking to myself)
And just in case I ever forget and start measuring you —
come remind me.
Love came first.
Always.
My dear Baigji, I will forever be grateful to you for being the teacher I so needed at the start of my journey as an actor. You helped me gain confidence over my speech and delivery ... you were instrumental in shaping the actor in me. For helping me overcome my shyness , at the same time empowering my vulnerability. I was lost. And you helped me find my way . Back when I was only 18years old. I still practice the lessons to this day. I will miss you.
Rest in peace, my teacher - M.M Baig. ❤️
My thoughts and prayers for the Baig family. 🙏🏻
The quirkiness of #ORomeo eventually wins you over. I had fun.
@shahidkapoor you do this genre BEST. Too good you are. Go watch it in the theatres guys. Also that running in circles action was brilliant.
It is upon me now, in front of me.
The unmistakable essence of myself in the things I see.
Change is coming. Long overdue
The world is churning anew.
In the presence of still water, in the wild things around me. I see the nakedness shedding its covers coming out to be free.
Free.. like wild things like me.
.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
And for a time I rest in the grace of the world, Finally I am free.
Inspired by the works of – Wendell Berry
The captain announces, we take off.
The sweet Angel of Death - dot on time, appears on my left shoulder whistling a tune.
Here we go again.
Its presence is disconcerting, I wish he'd leave, cause I wanna read some humor and think of silly happy things , but we've built such a bond over the years that it would be rude now to suddenly ignore him.
He doesn't say much , always just sits smug and contented, whistles really well.
Always picks an enchanted tune from my childhood, the rascal.
Fine.
I put my book down.
And take another good look at the prophecy of the inevitable oblivion I'm hurtling towards and secretly shudder at its blackness beckoning me. I shut my eyes and quickly compare it to the other blackness that cradled me- the nothingness I emerged from.
I squint
The colourful in-between has at the least been a beautiful wondrous mess-o-mix of strife and love.
My naive heart pounds with unfathomable hope.
Gosh .. so much hope it breaks my heart.
I squint harder , it all seems fair and in order.
Yes. Yes. Fair and in order. Yes.
I look around, aah so many of us in it together.
.
I join in, we whistle together. Rascal and I.
The seatbealt sign turns off.
.
I flip the book.
GOOD OMENS.
Apparently , I packed the right book.