Tilak Varma keeps getting asked to prove himself to people who refuse to read the scoreboard. It is a strange punishment for a young man who has spent his short career pulling teams out of fires they did not start. From his very first IPL innings, walking in at 30 for 3 & walking out with 84* from 46 balls, he made rescuing Mumbai Indians a habit.
Since that 2022 debut, no batter in IPL has scored more runs than him while batting at number 4 & 5. Varma sits alone above 1500 runs at those positions, striking at 149.2 (Which is higher than likes of Rinku Singh & David Miller)
And yet the noise never stops. Fans demand instant sixes & forget he is the only player on the planet to have crossed 4000 T20 runs while averaging above 40 & striking at better than 140. That is not a fluke. That is a batsman who has figured out how to survive & then destroy.
The survival part is not metaphorical. In late 2022, batting for India A in Bangladesh, his body simply stopped cooperating. His hands locked around the bat handle & would not open. His muscles went rigid. Doctors explained his blood was eating his muscles, a condition called rhabdomyolysis brought on by pushing a body that refused to rest.
They had to tear his batting gloves away because his fingers would not release. IV needles snapped against his veins. Most cricketers never return from something that violent. Varma walked back into the IPL 5 months later & picked up exactly where he had left off.
That resilience shows up everywhere. In T20 internationals he averages 46 at number 3 with 152 strike rate. When India needed someone to stand firm in Asia Cup 2025 final against Pakistan at 20 for 3, he made 69* at No.4 & carried them home.
He has done the same in First Class cricket(50+ Average & 7 centuries in 23 games) as well as in county cricket for Hampshire, grinding out runs in Division One seam & swing, averaging nearly 79 & proving his love for the long format is not just talk.
He leaves balls alone in English gloom with the same patience he showed waiting months just to move his fingers properly again.
There is something almost cruel about watching a player rescue innings for club & country while constantly hearing whispers about his place in the side. But Tilak does not seem to hear them, or perhaps he has learned to use them as fuel.
He bends, he waits, he absorbs & then he hits back harder than anyone thought possible. The critics will stay loud. The numbers will stay louder.
@rushiii_12 Is this the way you predict someone’s future, shame on you man. You better look at your content, avoid posting on the half knowledge and then talk about someone else’s future
#DhurandharTheRevenge#RanveerSingh
Let’s talk about it.
There is a thought that has stayed with me for years. The real hell is when you meet the person you could have been, the version of yourself that reached your peak potential.
And when I look at Ranveer Singh as Jaskirat Singh Rangi, I see a man who has met that version of himself.
I have followed him since BBB. Even then, there was something undeniable about him. Then came Varun, Ram, Bajirao, Alauddin, Murad, Kapil, Jayesh, Rocky. Performance after performance, he built a filmography that most actors can only dream of. There was a time when he had everything, the range, the hunger, the consistency. He was the best and as fans, we lived that moment with him.
But then came a phase where things drifted. The noise got louder than the work. People forgot. They reduced him into something he was never meant to be. And as fans, we felt it. We were ridiculed for believing in him. We knew what he was capable of but things were not going our way.
And that is why this feels different.
This performance feels like a letter. A response to everyone who believed in him and to everyone who didn’t.
Ranveer Singh in this film is not just performing, he is confronting. He is speaking directly to everyone who forgot who he is. To everyone who reduced him, who questioned him, who laughed. And at the same time, he is speaking to those who stood by him.
This is him at his absolute peak. A level very few actors can even imagine reaching.
What sets him apart is something very few possess. He does not play characters, he becomes them. Completely. Not just emotionally but physically, vocally, rhythmically. The way he shifts dialects within the same language, the way every character feels distinct even when the language remains the same, this is not common. There is no repetition, no overlap. Every character of his breathes differently.
And in this film, he takes that craft to another level.
There is a moment where he holds everything at once. He is broken, he is drunk, he is vulnerable, he is in rage, he is grieving, he is in chaos and yet he is in control. All within seconds. It is the kind of scene that exposes an actor.
And he does not just pass it.
He owns it with a frightening ease.
That is when you realise you are not watching a performance. You are witnessing mastery.
This is, without a doubt, the finest performance of his career. And that is saying something because his career is filled with performances that set the standard. But this stands above all of them.
The opening stretch of the film, with Ranveer as a young Jaskirat, is among the finest pieces of acting I have seen in mainstream Indian cinema.
This performance will be remembered. It has already etched its place in the history of Indian cinema. And for those who stood by him, who believed in him when the noise was against him, this feels personal.
Because it was personal as he said.
This is not just his moment.
This is ours.
We are watching the best actor of this generation and one of the greatest actors Indian cinema has ever seen, operating at his absolute peak.
And his name is Ranveer Singh.
Great article on how ‘use of language’ by any authority, reduces the ‘immoral, unethical nature’ of their act and shapes the minds of people without them realising it.
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India's annual LPG consumption is currently estimated at around 33 million tonnes, of which domestic production is around 13 million tonnes, or around 40%.
This means that India's import dependency for LPG supplies is around 60%.
Everyone who knows they have great potential, but haven't been able to live upto it yet. I hope you keep going and find a moment in your life like Sanju Samson.
If you are a Sanju Samson fan, like I am, this was a treat. Great timing, calmness and a refreshingly selfless attitude. That is why we keep saying he just gets T20 cricket.
The most admirable thing about Akshaye Khanna is how genuinely content he seems with his life. He was at peace before Dhurandhar, and he appears just as undisturbed after the film created a fresh, unprecedented craze around him.
In similar situations, most actors would aggressively monetise the moment with back-to-back interviews, TV appearances, podcasts, and constant visibility to maximise money, relevance, and fame. Khanna, however, has been nowhere to be seen.
The ability to not chase validation even when it’s freely available is a level of self-assurance and inner balance one should truly aspire to achieve.
India lacks a functioning concept of conflict of interest in governance.
The father is pushing ethanol blending as aggressive national policy, while the son’s company reaps extraordinary profits after entering the ethanol sector.
In any mature democracy, the father would have stepped down the moment his son joined a business tied to his ministry, to simply avoid the appearance of impropriety.
Even if both are entirely honest, the optics are damning. Yet there is no uproar: the opposition stays silent since their own leaders’ companies benefit from the ethanol boom, and ordinary citizens who raise questions can simply be dismissed as oil-lobby trolls. A sad state of affairs!