You can read all the books. Watch all the documentaries. Listen to all the stories. But nothing & I mean nothing, will prepare you for certain moments in life until you're standing in them yourself. Marriage. Divorce. Childbirth. Losing someone you love. Parenting. They all look so different when it's your heart on the line. Your choices. Your pain. Your mess. Your miracle. It's easy to sit on the outside with theories, opinions, & assumptions. It's easy to think you'd handle it better. Until life turns to you & says, "Your turn." And suddenly, you understand. You understand the tears. The silence. The fight to keep going. The strength it takes to show up when everything feels heavy. The courage it takes to start over.
Life has a way of humbling us all. So be slow to judge, quick to offer grace, & always remember, what you don't understand today, you just might face tomorrow. We're all just figuring it out as we go. And that's more than okay.
A fit body is the ultimate status symbol.
It must be created through good habits, years of hitting the gym and controlling what you eat in the kitchen.
You can't fake having a fit body. It must be earned.
My life changed when I realized discipline was just the highest form of self-respect. It’s choosing what you want most over what you want now. It’s keeping your word. It’s an act of service to your future self.
VIDEO | Glasgow: The first person judoka Asmita Dey wanted to tell about her Commonwealth Games gold was the one person she no longer could do it. Her father, a cycle mechanic who earned barely Rs 300 a day and raised his family in a mud house in a small village in Tripura, died of a brain stroke seven months ago.
On Friday, as the 23-year-old became the first Indian judoka to win a Commonwealth Games gold in the women's 48kg category, the medal felt as much his as hers.
"When my father passed away, I thought everything had finished because he was the one who supported me," Asmita said, struggling to hold back tears after her historic triumph.
For a few moments, the celebrations gave way to memories of the man who had carried her dream long before it became India's dream.
"I am from a very small village in Tripura. People there don't dream this big. But Papa always supported me," she said.
(Full video available on PTI Videos - https://t.co/bIyFWTfmBd)
Everyone remembers the attack on the Mumbai railway station on 26/11, the gunmen walking the platforms, more than fifty people killed. Almost nobody remembers the announcer whose voice sent hundreds of strangers running the other way while the bullets were still flying.
His name is Vishnu Dattaram Zende.
On the night of 26 November 2008, he was on duty in the announcer's cabin at Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, a raised glass room looking out over the platforms. It was near the end of his shift when he heard a loud blast and gunfire, and saw people running.
Two terrorists had walked into the busiest station in the country and begun shooting everyone in sight. At that station alone, they would kill more than fifty people.
From his cabin he could see the whole layout, and he understood something fast. Local trains were still pulling in, each one about to pour hundreds of passengers straight onto the platforms where the gunmen were standing.
He had a microphone that reached every platform. He decided to use it, even though it meant staying exactly where he was, in full view, instead of hiding.
He began making announcements, over and over, in Hindi and Marathi, telling people not to come to the main concourse, telling them to leave by the rear exits, warning them away from the guns.
Hundreds of people changed direction because of that voice and walked out of the station instead of into the bullets.
The terrorists worked out where the announcements were coming from. They came and stood almost directly below his cabin. One of them fired up toward him. He kept low, waited, and when he could, went back to the microphone.
He was an ordinary railway announcer on an ordinary shift. He had no weapon and no protection, just a mic and a clear view of what was coming. He stayed at his post and used the one tool he had to push strangers out of the path of the killers.
The men with the rifles are the names everyone remembers from that station. The voice that quietly saved hundreds of the people they came to kill belonged to Vishnu Zende.
🎙️ De Paul sobre a visita de Messi no Camp Nou:
"Antes de voarmos, Leo me surpreendeu. Ele olhou para mim, com aquele sorriso tranquilo, e disse: 'De Paul, antes de irmos, vamos passar por Barcelona, eu quero ver o Camp Nou'. Eu achei que ele estivesse só brincando, mas ele estava falando sério.
Então, pegamos um jato particular e voamos para Barcelona. Quando chegamos lá, ninguém sabia que estávamos lá.
Messi quis fazer essa visita em silêncio, sem câmeras, sem flashes, sem barulho... Ficamos no hotel de frente para o estádio, Messi sentou na varanda, ficou olhando fixamente para o Camp Nou e disse: 'Todo esse lugar guarda uma parte de mim.'
Depois do jantar, ele pediu para passarmos rapidamente no estádio. Chegando lá, Leo foi em direção ao centro do gramado e ficou ali, em silêncio. Lembrando de todas as glórias que ele presenciou lá."
I’m very grateful to everyone at Barcelona for making my time here such a positive and memorable experience. I’ve enjoyed every moment and will take many special memories with me.
I wish the club and all its supporters the very best of luck and every success in the season ahead.
Who would have though that a bunch of students would bend the will of one of the most dominant governments in the world? More power to them. More power to democracy 🇮🇳
A quiet World Cup coming straight off an injury, and people forgot who Lamine Yamal truly is.
This is the best footballer in the world, and he had an absolutely outrageous season.