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Pls dont do trading in stock markets U will lose Peace Sleep savings House Family And be in debt This will be the order

Seems the world has forgotten the world “balance” The kids of 80/90s have lived in scarcity trauma and can never change to abundance mindset These 100-1000-10000 cr guys need to take 1-1 sessions with @ramit

@ABsay_ek Sonnet or Rohtak road gymkhana (both)

@ABsay_ek Sanjay bhardwaj from karol bagh ??

2024 IPL auction room laughed without knowing his name. Priyansh Arya sat there & watched every franchise keep their paddles down. Friends mocked him over chai, made jokes about his worth, told him he would never cross one crore. He did not argue with them. He simply disappeared. He vanished into Ratapani Forest near Bhopal with Sanjay Bhardwaj, a coach who runs an academy you probably cannot find on Google Maps. The regimen was brutal & deliberately old school. 12 hours of training starting at dawn. No phone except 1 hour in evening. No Instagram or any distractions. Just the cut & pull rehearsed until they became muscle memory, until his wrists knew exactly what to do when fast bowlers tested him with short balls. He was preparing for a stage that had already rejected him. His preparation found its voice on 31th August, 2024, at Arun Jaitley Stadium. Left arm spinner Manan Bharadwaj ran in. 6 balls later the scorebook read 6 sixes in an over. He finished SMAT 2024-25 as Delhi's highest run getter with 325 runs at 177 strike rate. IPL could not look away anymore. Jeddah auction, 2025. Base price 30 lakh. Punjab Kings got him for 3.8 crore. Ricky Ponting needed Indian boys who were not afraid. Brad Haddin watched him face 8 balls in a practice match and told Ponting he had to play the opener. Sometimes 8 balls is all it takes. Here is the thing about Arya that stats sheets miss. While other openers calculate risk, he sees ball & hits ball. Stable base, wrists doing the work. It looks simple because he made it simple. But slump came early for him in IPL. Golden duck against Jofra Archer. Confidence cracked. Ponting found him & did not lecture technique. He simply said the next time you get that ball, hit it out of the ground. Permission to fail aggressively is sometimes the only coaching you need. 8th April, 2025, Mullanpur vs CSK. He smashed the first ball of Khaleel Ahmed for six. Went on to score 103 off 42 balls. Century in 39 balls. Punjab Kings reached the final & He played all 17 games, scored 475 runs at 179 strike rate. Not bad for an unsold boy one season ago. Now it is 2026. He is striking at 250 after 5 games this season. He made 39 off 11 against CSK again & today he almost broke his 39 ball hundred record. His IPL career tally has crossed 650 runs at 194 strike rate. The auction room that blanked him in 2024 would not recognize the beast they ignored.

Tell me this is fake

An athlete won't judge you for working out A millionaire won't judge you for starting a business A musician won't judge you for trying to sing It's always the people going nowhere that have something to say

So the top 4 will be Punjab RCB Rr And Gt

In a sport driven by results, being a good player is almost expected, but being a good human still feels like a quiet rarity. As the saying goes; easy to find skill, hard to find soul. Thank you for adding the part no scorecard can ever show🙏

You can call him any names But the man who changed Indian cricket is @LalitKModi Look at the talent pool ipl creates year on year with experience ready playing intl players

@baldassarreted The charm of leather is more classy

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@writewing11 Ya he too

@sucker4process And shreyas iyer, saw his catch last night?

Prabhsimran Both the rr openers And Rajat Patidar Deserve to be in Indian team now T-20

So well written

@doshijatin But what’s the craze or we have noting to do so jio101 data

read somewhere - he replaced the daily seas bahu serials and also captured the young kids which wasn't possible for those saas bah serials..while you are at it - check out another channel Aayu and Pihu...the latest posted 21 hours ago already has 2M views..I dont think any of their videos has less than 5-10M views..

Came to know about a guy called Saurav joshi (ignore me as not familiar with your tube vloggers n all) Wtf he make around 4/5 cr a month and zero content Like Indians are so Vella Making pizza at home has 30 million subscription Pandemic 101

Samay Raina has gone from stealing Louis CK jokes, to now stealing Dave Chapelle jokes. That's the beauty of Indian comedians - they don't steal from lesser known comics that might be difficult to find, they go straight for the biggest names in the industry. 😂

Every institution in India has seen a sharp decline in quality and expertise in the past 15 years. This is partly because the most mediocre people have floated up to the top.

@LoveleenArun @DeepakVisva Which coffee flavour is the best ??

@DeepakVisva I have Pista Badam. I bought a 2 kg pack. Shud have gotten 1 kg. It’s a nice flavour but can’t have it all the time.

Which flavor of The Whole Truth whey protein is good? I’m trying it for the first time.

Jfi the judge who granted kejriwal bail has also attended the same parishad meetings #lulz

I stopped calling my son three years ago. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. For months, I was the father who chased. I sent messages that stayed on "Read." I left voicemails that disappeared into silence. I asked for five minutes, then for one minute, then for anything at all that would explain why my own child had shut me out. Every unanswered call hurt, but what hurt more was what I was becoming. I was turning love into begging. I was standing in the wreckage of my own dignity, hoping he would toss me one small reason to breathe easier. Then one evening I read a line that cut through me: Love is not proven by pursuit. Sometimes the kindest thing you can do is stop gripping so hard. So I stopped. I did not block his number. I did not post bitter little speeches online about how children forget who raised them. I did not poison the neighborhood with my side of the story. I simply let go. It was not punishment. It was respect. Respect for his right to choose his life, and respect for my own heart, which was bruised enough already. I had done what a father is supposed to do. I sat through every Little League game on cold metal bleachers. I worked double shifts at the plant so he could finish college without being buried in debt. I taught him how to shake a hand, how to look people in the eye, how to tell the truth even when it costs you. If those lessons were alive in him, they would find their way back. If they were not, my suffering would not create them. So I turned toward my own life again. I repaired the porch one board at a time. I started volunteering at the food bank on Thursdays. I learned how quiet can stop feeling like punishment and start feeling like peace. I wanted him to know that if he ever looked back, he would not find a broken old man dying beside a phone. He would find a father who had made peace with his conscience. Three Christmases passed. Three birthdays. The chair across from me stayed empty, and little by little, the guilt stopped living in my bones. Then last Tuesday, a car pulled into my driveway. It was not a holiday. Not a birthday. Not a family emergency that I knew of. My son stepped out looking older than his years, worn down in a way I understood instantly. In his hand was a baby carrier. He stood at the bottom of the porch I had rebuilt and stared at the house as if he was facing a courtroom. I opened the door. "I didn't know if you'd want to see me," he said, and his voice cracked before he could hide it. "I just had a son. And now I know. I didn't understand before, Dad. I do now." In that moment, he was not a stranger and not a boy. He was simply a man finally meeting the weight of love. I did not ask where he had been. I did not ask why he left. I did not reach for an apology like it was a debt I had earned. Real love does not keep score after the battle is over. I pushed the screen door wide and smiled. "Come inside," I told him. "You don't have to stand out there." If you are chasing a child who keeps running, stop long enough to breathe. You cannot force closeness. You cannot drag someone into connection by the sleeve. Step back without hatred. Trust what you planted. Live with your head up. And if they return, greet them with grace, not a grudge. Because sometimes love is not about holding on tighter. Sometimes it is about keeping your heart steady until the knock finally comes... and what happened after he carried that baby into my kitchen changed both of us forever.

all indian kids of 90s whos een adversity and parental trauma are perfect for the this "smartest candidate "