Omkar

Cricket, ProWrestling and UFC Afficionado🏏💪👊

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

It's always YOU vs YOU ♾️

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

How tf

[Carlos | Gambulls.com @CarlosOMFG]

This is wild

[abiola @abxola]

Rock bottom is actually a trampoline

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

@VaibhavAgr34331 @mufaddal_vohra Issue with bumrah is his body allowing him to play all 14 matches. Hence the weight of captaincy is not bestowed upon him even in ICT

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

Cooool!
Do you remember when you joined X? I do! #MyXAnniversary

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

@TricksBySTG 225

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

@samirande_ @SsharmaKirti F̷͔̫̦̳̦̄̾̎̅̒̓̍u̶̲̠̬̝̯̬̎̆̈̿͜c̵̡̨̡̲̬͍̜͗͐̽̀k̴̡͙̩̯̩̦̦̔̿̓͜ ̸̨̨̧̞̖́y̸̯͕̼̞͊͑̍o̷̱̬̱͊̄̏̕͝ú̶̹̭̞̥̇̋̓͐͘͝ ̷̡̩͖̫͆̚š̵̙͙̌̀t̸̢̬̟͇̠͉̻̺͒̿͛͆̊̎̊̕͝ù̶̡̼͕̮̈́̆̈́̏̒̉͝p̴̗̜̱͚̫͔̣͍̑̓̑̿̍ḯ̶̦̆̀̄̊̈́͂̇̕d̷̡̓̀̄̀̇͝ ̸͈͎͗͐̾̂̌ã̶̧̛̟̣͕̯̐̒̀̎̉s̶͇̻̬̘̲̆̐͘͜s̵͉̱̤̤͙̓ ̴̛̩̘̀͛m̶̛̤̓̂́̽͒̚̚ą̸̢͙̩̥̩̖̽͑̾̀̄̓͂̄̓ͅḑ̸̝͎̜̈͑̅̈́a̶̛̐̀̇͋

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

@mufaddal_vohra Bsdk tere news ne hi sabko heart attack diya tha @mufaddal_vohra 😡😡🤬🤬

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

@ChampRDS @vicblends I think CM punk should replace Conor in the Mount Rushmore

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

@everythingcatto @HPhobiaWatch Stfu you dumb idiot. It is for the individual to follow the custom by her own choice.
Nobody checks when you enter the temple. It is your family who forced it on you so sit down🤡
BTW like you're questioning this issue, do you also have any courage or solution on Halala & FGM ?

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

Terrific read 💯👏🏽

[Elon Musk @elonmusk]

Read The Story of Civilization by Durant

[spicy takes @ur_spicy_friend]

@aravind Page 633 of this books is such a gem

[Aravind @aravind]

Yes, read it.

You'll know, and I quote Durant himself, directly from Grok:

“It is true that even across the Himalayan barrier India has sent to the west, such gifts as grammar and logic, philosophy and fables, hypnotism and chess, and above all numerals and the decimal system.”

“Nothing should more deeply shame the modern student than the recency and inadequacy of his acquaintance with India. Here is a vast peninsula of nearly two million square miles... an impressive continuity of development and civilization from Mohenjo-daro, 2900 B.C. or earlier, to Gandhi, Raman and Tagore... this is the India that patient scholarship is now opening up, like a new intellectual continent, to that Western mind which only yesterday thought civilization an exclusively European thing.”

“India was the motherland of our race, and Sanskrit the mother of Europe’s languages: she was the mother of our philosophy; mother, through the Arabs, of much of our mathematics; mother, through the Buddha, of the ideals embodied in Christianity; mother, through the village community, of self-government and democracy. Mother India is in many ways the mother of us all.”

“The Mohammedan Conquest of India is probably the bloodiest story in history. It is a discouraging tale, for its evident moral is that civilization is a precarious thing, whose delicate complex of order and liberty, culture and peace may at any time be overthrown by barbarians invading from without or multiplying within.”

“Perhaps, in return for conquest, arrogance and spoliation, India will teach us the tolerance and gentleness of the mature mind, the quiet content of the unacquisitive soul, the calm of the understanding spirit and a unifying, pacifying love for all living things.”

“India will teach us the tolerance and gentleness of mature mind, understanding spirit and a unifying, pacifying love for all human beings.”

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

@Lonely_prabh Bsdk naam batata toh kya maut aajati?

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

Is it just me or water really tastes so fkn good at 3am? 🤤🤌🏽

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

@Nsukka_okpa The only answer

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

@InspiroQuest @grok So do we have to leave the wrong train at some point or keep pursuing it because we have invested so much time and efforts in the wrong train?

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

@grok @shoryaDs7 @InspiroQuest So do we have to leave the wrong train at some point or keep pursuing it because we have invested so much time and efforts in the wrong train?

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

Getting a good night's sleep feels like a luxury today

What weird times man 😕

[Omkar @starkspirit99]

@shubhamhindu0 @BhagwaLens @BhagwaSquad @HindustanKiArmy @Imdead108_in Have a look at this original source from the local residents of Rawalpindi

https://t.co/HtNq19UPbm

[Trishul Warrior @Trishulwarrior]

Millions of sisters who ate in gold and silver utensils, whose tender feet had never touched the ground, were paraded naked across Pakistan for seven days. Once the mob started, each girl would be raped by 12 to 15 men. On the seventh day, only three girls survived. The mob chopped them up, cooked them, and ate them. Your ancestors received this gift of freedom, and you call it independence. A festival isn't celebrated when someone dies in a home. You celebrate independence on the day when millions of people died and millions lost their homes.

Trains filled with the bodies of Hindus and Sikhs would arrive in Amritsar. It was written, "This is the gift of freedom."
First train from Pakistan (15.8.1947) 😢
Amritsar's red brick railway station was a sizable refugee camp. Thousands of Hindus and Sikhs fleeing the Pakistani part of Punjab were sent to other destinations from here. They crowded the ticket windows in dharamshalas and on the platforms, searching for their lost friends and relatives on every arriving train...

On August 15, 1947, after 3 p.m., Station Master Chaini Singh, flaunting his blue cap and a red flag in his hand, charged through the wailing crowd like madmen... They were fully prepared for the scene that was to unfold shortly after the arrival of the 10 Down Punjab Mail... Men and women would rush towards the dusty, yellow third-class compartments, frantically searching for the child they had left behind in their haste to escape!
Shouting names, overwhelmed with grief and frenzy, they would push and trample each other in the crowd to get ahead! Tears welling in their eyes, they would run from compartment to compartment, calling out the name of a lost relative! They would search for someone from their village, hoping they might have brought news! A child, separated from its parents, might be crying among the piles of essential supplies. A mother, born during this stampede, might be trying to breastfeed a child amidst the hustle and bustle...

Standing at one end of the platform, the station master waved a red flag, halting the train... As soon as the steel giant stopped, Chhaini Singh witnessed a strange sight... Four armed soldiers, their guns held, stood beside the grim-faced engine driver! When the harsh sound of the steam whistle and the screeching brakes ceased, the station master sensed something terribly wrong... The crowd packed on the platform seemed to have been bitten by a snake... The scene before his eyes stunned him!
Station Master Chhaini Singh stared wide-eyed at the eight-coach train arriving from Lahore. All the windows of every compartment were open, but no faces were visible from any of them, not a single door was open. Not a single person got off; that train was carrying ghosts, not humans. The station master stepped forward, yanked open the door of the first compartment, and went inside. Within a second, he understood why not a single refugee had disembarked from the No. 10 Down Punjab Mail that night.

It was not a train of ghosts, but of corpses. A pile of mutilated bodies lay on the floor of the compartment before him. Some had their throats slit, some had their skulls shattered, some had their intestines protruding from them. Severed limbs, legs, and torsos were strewn about the carriages. Amidst that horrific mass of humans, Chaini Singh suddenly heard a muffled voice! Thinking that perhaps some of them had survived, he called out loudly, "Amritsar has arrived. Everyone here is Hindu and Sikh. The police are present. Don't be afraid." Hearing these words, some of the dead began to stir.

The scene that Chaini Singh witnessed next to him was forever etched in his mind like a terrifying dream. A woman picked up her husband's severed head lying nearby and, clutching it to her chest, began to cry and scream. He saw children clinging to their dead mother's chest, sobbing.
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