@fighterjetandme@idrwalerts So when the same guy says we destroyed multiple hangars/radars/runways he's lying but when he talks about lost Indian aircraft he's saying the truth?? Lmaoo
Translation: when the UAE asked us to repay the money they had loaned us, the Saudis jumped in and loaned us more money to repay our other loan.
Sounds like a hooker trying to pay her pimp
When the UAE, demanded its deposit back, who stepped in to help us?
It's Saudia & it will always be Saudia. But if Saudia needs our help we should stay neutral, cuz Iran might get offended, Iran who was signing trade agreements with india, when India attacked us.
These fkin rats were smiling when asked about Pahalgam, now they beat their chests for a leader who didnt give a f about them, pls use pellet guns again, fkin vermin
I have never seen them show this level of loyalty to the nation… to India itself.
The contrast speaks louder than any debate ever could.
https://t.co/n9RG5aRCDj
While the Media drools over Pappu’s nonsense in Parliament, Supriya’s tweets, and Mahua’s tantrums as "Breaking News", in an Insignificant and irrelevant news, the IAF just casually landed Sukhoi and Transport Jets on Assam highways.
When 2 young students were hit and killed by a drunk driver in Pune, Ajit Pawar was the first to pull strings to help the accused who happened to be politically connected to the NCP
Today, he's reduced to ash only identifiable by the 2 Cr. wrist watch he wore
Good riddance
Once upon a time, Maharashtra's transport minister posted a video on his cracking down on bike taxis because they are apparently illegal and unsafe
Then the bike taxi company sponsored the minister's son Dahi Handi tournament
Today while waiting for my Uber at the metro station I saw at least 5 bike taxi pickups in 10 minutes
I guess we have discovered a new avenue for getting permissions
I was 20 when I first came to India with nothing but a restless mind and an old Enfield I bought from a friend in Delhi who taught me to ride in one dusty afternoon. He took my money, flew back to Florida, and left me with one rule: don’t hit a cow, and only ride between 2–6 a.m. if you want to survive the heat and smog. Somehow, that became a philosophy for everything that followed.
I crossed the country like a kid inside a dream — Calcutta to Delhi to Rishikesh — sleeping on the bike when I had to, chasing chai stalls to stay awake, tossing the bike on trains when I could afford it. I swam in the Ganges, did yoga with elders who moved like water, bought vinyl in back-alley shops, fell in love the way only your twenties let you, and wrote long confusing emails to my mom from glowing village internet cafés.
In Gujarat I stopped long enough to help with earthquake relief, eat thalis in strangers’ homes, and learn “Kem Cho” and “Majama.” India didn’t just teach me independence — it cracked me open creatively. It showed me how improvisation is its own kind of discipline, how getting lost is a form of education.
I never imagined I’d be invited back years later to collaborate with artists I once watched on café computers — working with actors like SRK, making videos like “Lean On” that crossed billions of views, nearly dying during spiritual side quests in Leh and Varanasi, falling for Bollywood sweethearts, and still believing every strange turn meant something.
Twenty-five years later I returned to these roads, riding nine hours a day across the Himalayas on a much newer Enfield. And then — perfectly — I ended up performing at a massive Enfield festival in Goa and celebrating afterward in a motorcycle garage, as if time folded back on itself.
Two decades have changed India and me both. But every time I come back, I feel the same truth: growth happens when you surrender to the unknown, when the road teaches you more than any classroom could.
India was my beginning. And somehow, it still is.
@kimshospitals your Thane hospital has extremely bright neon signboards that stay lit throughout the night
Switch it off at night,
its a nuisance to residents living in the area