Shubham Dad

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[Broken Cricket Dreams Cricket Blog @cricket_broken]

These six balls are exactly why Test cricket will continue to exist.

The setup and drama just doesn’t exist in a T20.

[Aditya Dhar @AdityaDharFilms]

Happy Birthday, Ranveer Singh. ❤️

Some films stay with you forever. Dhurandhar will always be one of those films for me. Not just because of the story we told but because I got to witness something very few directors ever get to witness.
I’ve always known you’re an extraordinary actor. But this journey made me fall in love with the artist you are and even more with the human being behind the artist.

There were days on Dhurandhar that I knew I was witnessing something incredibly rare.
The 26/11 sequence. The final tea shop scene. The Pathankot massacre. The pump house scene. The court exterior. Just to name a few. Take after take, scene after scene, you never once looked for the easy choice. Every emotion landed exactly where it needed to. Every silence had meaning. Every glance had intent. Every beat was pitch perfect.
The consistency was almost impossible to comprehend. It genuinely felt like watching someone touched by divine grace. As though Maa Saraswati herself had placed her hand on your head and blessed you with every ounce of artistic brilliance she could.
As a director, there are moments you spend your entire career hoping to experience. You gave me those moments again and again.
I truly believe what you’ve done in Dhurandhar is one of the finest performances Indian cinema has ever seen. It isn’t just a performance, it is a force of nature. Fearless, towering and so complete that it disappears into the soul of the character.
I have no doubt people will talk about this performance for years, perhaps generations to come.
But what I’ll cherish even more is everything that happened between “Action” and “Cut.” The conversations. The shared conviction. The relentless pursuit of getting every single moment right.
Somewhere along the way, you stopped being just my actor.

You became my brother.

Thank you for trusting me with your heart, your craft and your madness. Thank you for giving Dhurandhar every piece of yourself.

I couldn’t be prouder of what we’ve created together.

Love you always.

Happy Birthday, brother. ❤️

[Shubham Dad @shubhamsdad]

@JioCare @JioCare still waiting

[Shubham Dad @shubhamsdad]

@JioCare I have cancelled request for Jio fiber order no. NO0001DJ4VN2 on 20th May since the engineer on site said that it can’t be installed as there are already enough connections in the area and no place for a new one. Post that I have raised 2 service requests - SR000036CA0T

[Shubham Dad @shubhamsdad]

@JioCare Still waiting

[Amish Tripathi | Author | Broadcasting | History @authoramish]

Proto-Elamite?

The Pashupati seal has an elephant, a water buffalo and a rhinoceros. Ancient Elam was centred in southwestern Iran. Elephants, water buffalos and rhinoceroses are not native to ancient Elam. BTW, they are native to India. Also, the figure is seated in a Yogic posture. Is Yoga also Elamite now? Seriously?

Your profile says you are a professor. I don't mean to sound rude, but your students deserve a refund. And seriously, Western universities need to improve their hiring practices.

[Shubham Dad @shubhamsdad]

Your staff needs to learn a little humility to let someone eat in peace for 15 minutes specially to people who are almost 58 and 51

[Shubham Dad @shubhamsdad]

@IRCTCofficial @RailwaySeva @RailMinIndia We are a family of 5 travelling from Jodhpur to Hanumangarh (PNR - 8828686016). We had our seats scattered and only 1 lower seat, for breakfast, we saw 2 lower seats in the adjacent compartment vacant which were of the TCs

[Shubham Dad @shubhamsdad]

We were just going to have breakfast which we ordered on Medta Road and go back to our seats but the TC was so rude that he made us leave the seats immediately saying you can’t seat here. My parents are both aged more than 50 and they can’t have breakfast on upper seats

[RapperPandit @RapperPandit]

📕Not Many know- Rabindra Nath Tagore had Written ‘Jana Gana Mana’ keeping Bhagwaan Shree Krishna- As Bharat Bhagya Vidhaata. NOBEL PRIZE handle post confirms it

We know only 1st Stanza . Can you see what is written in 3rd Stanza

THE ETERNAL CHARIOTEER 🔥

Now check Tweet2

[Shubham Dad @shubhamsdad]

I just have a simple yes or no question for @AdityaDharFilms but I’m almost sure he won’t answer. Have you met a spy in real life ever before making Dhurandhar? We don’t want any names or info but is it true because you can’t make-up story like this without first hand info🤯

[Surya Kumar Yadav @surya_14kumar]

हर हर महादेव 🕉️

[Mohini Maheshwari @MohiniWealth]

On the night of May 20, 2025, a little girl in a faded pink frock fell asleep on her mother’s lap at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus. Her parents, simple people from Solapur, had come to Mumbai for her father’s treatment. They were exhausted. Just for a moment, the mother closed her eyes.

When she opened them, her daughter was gone.

Six months.
Six months of walking from police station to police station.
Six months of showing the same crumpled photograph to strangers on trains, in slums, in orphanages.
Six months of the father not sleeping, the mother not eating, both of them growing hollow-eyed, whispering the same name into the dark: “Aarohi… Aarohi…”

In Varanasi, a thousand kilometres away, a tiny girl with no memory of her real name was learning to call herself “Kashi.” She had been found crying near the railway tracks in June, barefoot and terrified. The orphanage gave her food, a bed, and a new name. She smiled easily, because children always do, but sometimes at night she clutched the edge of her blanket and asked for “Aai” — Marathi for mother — and no one understood.

Back in Mumbai, the police refused to close the file. They printed posters with Aarohi’s face, stuck them on every platform from Lokmanya Tilak Terminus to Bhusawal to Varanasi Cantt. They ran newspaper ads, knocked on doors, begged journalists for help. Six months is a long time for hope to stay alive, but some officers carried her photograph in their shirt pockets like it was their own child.

Then, on November 13, a local reporter in Varanasi saw the poster. Something clicked. He had seen a girl who spoke Marathi words in her sleep. He made a phone call.

The next morning, a Mumbai Police inspector sat in front of a laptop in Varanasi and opened a video call. On the screen appeared a little girl in a pink frock — the same colour she was wearing the day she vanished. The mother, standing behind the officer in Mumbai, saw her daughter and collapsed without a sound. The father just kept repeating, “That’s my Aarohi… that’s my baby…”

They flew her back on Children’s Day — November 14.

When the plane landed, the entire Mumbai Crime Branch was waiting. They had bought her balloons and a new frock, sky blue this time. But the moment the little girl stepped out and saw the sea of khaki uniforms, she did something no one expected.

She ran.

Not away — toward them.

Tiny legs pumping, arms outstretched, she threw herself at the nearest officer and laughed — the purest, clearest laugh that had been missing from the world for half a year. The officer, a tough man who had seen everything, felt his eyes burn. He lifted her high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like he was family.

Her parents were crying too hard to walk. So the policemen carried their daughter to them.

The mother touched her face again and again, as if checking she was real. The father fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to his child’s tiny feet, sobbing words no one could understand except God.

And the little girl? She just kept smiling, looking from her parents to the officers and back again, completely unaware that she had turned an entire police station into a sobbing, laughing, praying family.

Six months of darkness ended in one hug.

Aarohi is home now.
The kidnapper is still out there, but that is tomorrow’s fight.

Today, a mother is singing lullabies again.
Today, a father is smiling in his sleep.
And somewhere in Mumbai, there are policemen who will never forget the weight of a four-year-old girl in their arms — the weight of an entire life returned.

Sometimes the uniform doesn’t just catch thieves.
Sometimes it carries lost children all the way back to their mothers’ hearts.

[Shubham Dad @shubhamsdad]

@dominos_india first you deliver the order late and your chat bot doesn’t take that complaint too, tried multiple times, it always shows error, contacted your toll free number and they just text the chat bot link. Disappointing service.

[Joel Shepherd Author @ShepJoel]

Plainly India's winning this one. Trump tried to get them to move by strongarming, India said no, and meant it. Having made that plain, there's really not much else Trump can do. India's too important to freeze out of US relations, when everyone else is beating a path to their door.

Cleverly played by the Indians - no shouting, no beligerence, just silence, and lots of photo opportunities with Putin and Xi, showing America an alternative that they really don't want.

And if Trump reverses course, I predict you'll again see Modi and co pretending it never happened, smiles and hugs all round, India and America best friends again.

You don't do diplomacy with emotion, you do it with cold calculation. India's getting good at it.

[Mufaddal Vohra @mufaddal_vohra]

THIS WAS CHETESHWAR PUJARA. 🇮🇳

- India salutes this warrior. 🫡

[Ajeet Bharti @ajeetbharti]

No arsehole. Rakshabandhan literally means ‘sister tying thread on brother’s hands as a shield of protection’. It is the sister who protects the brother, not vice-versa.

However, those who put condoms on their brothers, won’t ever understand what it actually means.

[Brahmin Speaks @BrahminSpeaks01]

Who is he? 😌@ajeetbharti Just Asking😁