The Vadodara Accident accused is likely to go scott-free since investigating him would also mean investigating how he got alcohol in a dry State in the first place! #vadodaraaccident
Vamos, @RafaelNadal!
As you get ready to graduate from tennis, I’ve got a few things to share before I maybe get emotional.
Let’s start with the obvious: you beat me—a lot. More than I managed to beat you. You challenged me in ways no one else could. On clay, it felt like I was stepping into your backyard, and you made me work harder than I ever thought I could just to hold my ground. You made me reimagine my game—even going so far as to change the size of my racquet head, hoping for any edge.
I’m not a very superstitious person, but you took it to the next level. Your whole process. All those rituals. Assembling your water bottles like toy soldiers in formation, fixing your hair, adjusting your underwear... All of it with the highest intensity. Secretly, I kind of loved the whole thing. Because it was so unique—it was so you.
And you know what, Rafa, you made me enjoy the game even more.
OK, maybe not at first. After the 2004 Australian Open, I achieved the #1 ranking for the first time. I thought I was on top of the world. And I was—until two months later, when you walked on the court in Miami in your red sleeveless shirt, showing off those biceps, and you beat me convincingly. All that buzz I’d been hearing about you—about this amazing young player from Mallorca, a generational talent, probably going to win a major someday—it wasn’t just hype.
We were both at the start of our journey and it’s one we ended up taking together. Twenty years later, Rafa, I have to say: What an incredible run you’ve had. Including 14 French Opens—historic! You made Spain proud... you made the whole tennis world proud.
I keep thinking about the memories we’ve shared. Promoting the sport together. Playing that match on half-grass, half-clay. Breaking the all-time attendance record by playing in front of more than 50,000 fans in Cape Town, South Africa. Always cracking each other up. Wearing each other out on the court and then, sometimes, almost literally having to hold each other up during trophy ceremonies.
I’m still grateful you invited me to Mallorca to help launch the Rafa Nadal Academy in 2016. Actually, I kind of invited myself. I knew you were too polite to insist on me being there, but I didn’t want to miss it. You have always been a role model for kids around the world, and Mirka and I are so glad that our children have all trained at your academies. They had a blast and learned so much—like thousands of other young players. Although I always worried my kids would come home playing tennis as lefties.
And then there was London—the Laver Cup in 2022. My final match. It meant everything to me that you were there by my side—not as my rival but as my doubles partner. Sharing the court with you that night, and sharing those tears, will forever be one of the most special moments of my career.
Rafa, I know you’re focused on the last stretch of your epic career. We will talk when it’s done. For now, I just want to congratulate your family and team, who all played a massive role in your success. And I want you to know that your old friend is always cheering for you, and will be cheering just as loud for everything you do next.
Rafa that!
Best always, your fan,
Roger
went to court for a 5 min hearing yesterday and came back soaked in sweat. still think lawyers don’t deserve summer vacations when its 43 degrees outside!?
Re-upping something I wrote when the news of Anthony Bourdain’s death broke something in me.
Ways to remember Anthony Bourdain:
1) today, when you eat, at home or otherwise, don’t scarf down your food. Pause. Look at the alchemy you’ve been gifted. Look, carefully, at the magic a few leaves, roots, and flesh can make. Allow yourself a moment of wonder.
@ravihanda Theres a transaction limit of 2k! May be thats why people don’t use it often! People generally get used to using one UPI app for everything. Don’t really like to switch depending upon transaction value!
looking for an intern (travel, ops, writing, social media, content, design, admin)
20-25 y/o, high energy, self motivated, can write and talk well
work will be random, busy AND free
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any takers?
Sagarika was on the verge of creating history-civics. Daughter of a former IAS officer and Prasar Bharati chief, she herself won a coveted Rhodes scholarship to Oxford. There, she met the love of her life Rajdeep, and together they made the news come alive. Literally.
A bestselling author, Sagarika had now become the first ever Rhodes scholar to be nominated to parliament. Meanwhile Rajdeep was blazing the heights of centrist journalism.
It was a glistening function for power couples, and Sagarika and Rajdeep were the cynosure of all eyes.
Shah Rukh and Gauri were there, but the latter's interiors were tacky. Shilpa and Raj were there, but Raj had to be frisked for hidden cameras. Parineeti and Raghav were there, but Parineeti who? Ranveer and Deepika were there, but they were not erudite like Sagarika and Rajdeep.
Sagarika and Rajdeep were shimmying and sashaying. Sipping mimosas with cocktail samosas. Dispensing wit and wisdom to all.
Sagarika wore a Phalguni and Shane ensemble studded with Swarowski crystals. Her slender wrist had a Longines watch.
Rajdeep sported an elegant PN Rao tuxedo - bespoke from Bangalore via Savile Row. A tech nerd, he preferred the simple but hi-tech Apple Watch.
But suddenly, the crowd around this power couple vanished. So did the paps like Viral Bhayani and Manav Manglani. The journalism interns too looked the other way.
Because another power couple had arrived. Stepping out of a Suzuki Alto was a septuagenarian man in rimmed spectacles. He had a Reynolds 047 ballpoint pen in his pocket and wore an HMT Utsav watch.
From the driver's seat emerged his wife, a simple elderly lady in a cotton saree.
Imagine if you were a “journalist” and Hermann Goering at the Nuremberg Trial was relying on your reportage to defend himself against the charge of genocide.
Would u be shouting about it from the rooftops or dying of embarrassment? 😂😂