Amitabh Sharma

That’s not done! ☹️I recall when I started my career as a Trial Lawyer in Tees Hazari/Patiala House, for close to first 2 years, I only survived (kid you not!) because of the costs (and occasional token fee that client would pay taking a pity on me!)… To my all younger colleagues #lawyers #lawstudents - remember always: “टूटना नहीं है। लड़ते रहना है…होओगे क़ामयाब एक दिन।” I recall once I was heartbroken, crestfallen - I told my buddy, Jinku, “हो गया यार…अब नहीं…” He gave me the tip that I still hold close to my heart, “Don’t give up ever…if you have it in you, someday, and hopefully someday sooner, you will reach there where you are destined to be!” Misty eyed…at Delhi Airport! AMS

@CISFAirport - The efficiency of Delhi Airport and CISF always never fails to surprise me by their super efficient services…thank you! And this @DigiYatraOffice wow! This is a a game changer!

1.⁠ ⁠Don't kill the spirit of a young lawyer and make them fearful and subservient all their lives. 2.⁠ It takes just a little compassion to understand that it's already way too tough for most young lawyers without the social capital, connections and privilege..... We need to understand that they work hard but don't get even a fraction of the court's time or audience which is effectively monopolised by high profile litigation and senior members. 3.⁠ ⁠The senior judges should remember if someone snubbed and humiliated them so violently, they wouldn't be here. Or may be, it did happen to them too, but, then, they should remind themselves that humanity lies in breaking that chain and for the bullied not to become a bully himself.......

There are comebacks, but here is this ‘Comeback’ of Samay Raina…comeback when one is not just down and out but from death…you are not just Still Alive…you are Unbreakable…

@UTinCourt I will not be surprised if soon we have more Zeros to the store’s footprints, and many more stores in the future…Bless you @ShruTivishnoii (and don’t spoil - anymore - my Boy! 🤣)

I have always been in awe of my fiancee for managing all her responsibilities, for being the absolute best at them & for being my pillar of strength 😇 This morning she inaugurated the new Basata HQ. A dream which began from a room in a 2BHK - now at 4000sq ft and growing ♥️🧿

On my way to Delhi…it took me just 34 minutes to reach the boarding gate from my door/house - thanks to coastal road, Sea link and of course #digiyatra app…simply wow!

@advsanjoy Praying for the safety of your daughter and everyone caught up in this conflict…🙏

Throughout last night the daughter studying in Dubai has been calling in sheer panic as missiles have been falling all around. I realised how, as children, we used to think our Fathers could solve all our problems and protect us. Now as an old father I know how scared stiff our dads were at most times!

@UTinCourt Bless you my child, and Shruti…

When someone says you can’t find love on a saturday evening at Summerhouse, Delhi - we’ll be here to help 💍🎁😇

@fcbxatom @Dilliwalanerd33 Am still laughing with my stomach now aching…btw my summer house is my Gaon wala ghar! 🤣

@Dilliwalanerd33 Ameero k pass 4-5 ghar hote hai, jisme summer mai rhene wale ghar ko Summer House bolte hai or Winter wale ko Winter House ☝🏻

Yeh summerhouse kya hota hai?

Trip down the memory lane with my youngest sibling visiting India/Delhi… After years I visited Depaul’s. A fav hanging joint for most of us growing up in Delhi, since early 90s…so many memories! Loving Delhi’s winter…❤️

This 👇 - someone had to call it out!

@DattaAmeet @gauriikhannaa Sir, I agree! 😂😎

@gauriikhannaa What a self, important & pompous idiot this fellow sounds like!

My senior has asked us all to address him with his first name otherwise he would put a fine on us. Man has 25+ years of experience. Says respect doesn’t come from calling someone sir/maam. The kind of people we all need around.

Dismissing a passionate sports enthusiast who has done so much for the Indian sports, as an “outsider” who should “stay in his domain” reveals a troubling sense of entitlement…not called for, GG!

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.

Thank you IBLJ…🙏

"Ruptured. Reset. Resurrected. 365 Days" Exactly a year back, Nov 4th, 2024, I was taking leave of my law firm's colleagues to go home when the world cracked open. A freak brain aneurysm burst. No warning signs. No thunderclap headache! I collapsed in the office with brain shutting down all my systems. Rushed to Breach Candy. Went through three procedures over the next 6 weeks!. Ventilator for weeks. Weeks in ICU - with the ECG monitor, once, showing the flat line! But, God-willing, I managed to survive. Yes, miracles happen! Yes, I manged to get back on my feet, with no side-effects/after effects of a brain haemorrhage! A rarity, I have been told! I have no memory of those 6 weeks in hospital…only stories told by family and friends of a man suspended between worlds, fighting on a ventilator. Yet in my recovery, astonishing things happened: memories I thought erased returned, sharper than before. Acid reflux that gnawed my nights (and days) – gone; reflux induced anxiety that shadowed my thoughts - lifted. Both belong to a past self that no longer exists. Now I see the world reborn. Greens in trees pulse with a hundred hidden hues, vibrant, alive – which I had not seen for years - as if the earth itself started healing with me. This year rewrote my rhythm. My mind, once clouded, cuts through tasks with ease. Focus steady. Retention unbreakable. Clarity - my new superpower. They called it a haemorrhage. A rupture. A collapse. I see it differently - it was a breaking open. A divine reset. A blessing in brutal disguise. For this second life - sharper, deeper, truer - I am endlessly grateful. And yes, in this new second chance at life, I learned so many things whihc I wish I had practiced in the first! Don't rush. Pause often. Breathe deep. Let the day wait. Work is not the master - you are. Enslave the routine. Hug longer. Laugh louder. Forgive faster. Life is the miracle, not the deadline. I am grateful for every heartbeat. Infinite thanks to my warriors - family, friends and the Doctors and team at Breach Candy. You carried my pulse when I couldn’t. You know your names in my heart. Thank you, God – for this second life, sharper and deeper than the first, I am endlessly grateful. To the doctors who held the line, to the loved ones who prayed, to the mystery that spared and remade me. For all those prayers that saw me through those gloomy days in hospital, thank you! I hope to live this new life, AMS 2.0, with eternal gratitude. 🙏🙏🙏

@AuthorAtul गाँव की माटी, तुलसी का जल, बेटे की चिंता…सब माँ के साथ चले गए। पंकज जी की चमक में उनकी माता जी की सादगी हमेशा रहेगी। ईश्वर परिवार को संबल दे।

लंबे समय तक पंकज भइया चाहते रहे कि माताजी गाँव न रहकर उनके साथ मुम्बई रहें। भला किस चीज की कमी थी। तबियत ख़राब हो तो श्रेष्ठ डॉक्टर से लेकर सेवा भाव करने के लिए नौकर- चाकर और गाड़ी-बंगला तक क्या उपलब्ध नहीं था ? लेकिन माताजी गंगा सरयू की उस माटी से बनी थी जो सुबह उठते ही पहले आंगन बुहारती है। तुलसी जी को जल चढ़ाती है, ठाकुर जी को भोग लगाती है, गाय को रोटी खिलाती है, तब दुनिया का कोई और काम करती हैं। जिसके लिए अपने घर-गाँव-आंगन की हवा डॉक्टर की दवा से कहीं ज्यादा महत्वपूर्ण है। अस्सी पार कर जाने के बाद...पिछले साल के आखिरी दिनों तक वो अपने दैनिक क्रिया कर्म करने से लेकर पूजा करने तक में समर्थ थी औऱ अपने बेटे को ये बताने में भी कि ए बबुआ, तहरा के आज टीवी में देखनी ह हो...बड़ा दुबरा गइल बड़s। पंकज भैया इधर से हंसते..कि माई दुबराइल नइखी रे...तोरा लागता अईसन। फिर मां-बेटे में इस बात पर बहस होती कि दुबले हुए हो या मोटे हुए हो ? और बगल में बैठकर मुझे झट से अपने मां की याद आ जाती है... फिर समझ आता कि बेटा टीवी पर चमक रहा, इसकी ख़ुशी से ज्यादा मां को इस बात की चिंता है कि बेटा दुबला हो गया...! ये चिंता सिर्फ़ माँ जैसा शब्द ही कर सकता है। मुझे याद है...पिछले साल पिताजी के देहान्त के ठीक बाद माताजी की थोड़ी तबियत खराब हुई तो पंकज भैया उनको गांव से लेकर मुम्बई आ गए। इस उम्मीद में कि अब शायद माताजी कुछ दिन बेटे के साथ रहेंगी। पहले फ्लैट था..अब तो बंगला है..सामने सुंदर गार्डेन है...शायद अब माई को अच्छा लगे। लेकिन हफ्ता-दस दिन भी नहीं बिता कि माताजी ने कहा कि ए बबुआ अब गांवे ले चला. तहार घर-दुआर देख लेनी...एही से तबियत ठीक हो गइल.. अब हमरा बम्बई के डॉक्टर के जरूरत नईखे। उनकी जिद के आगे पंकज भैया हार मान जाते थे। हजारों बार देखा.. लाख व्यस्तताओं के बीच भी माताजी का हाल-चाल लेते हुए। सामने डायलॉग याद करने के लिए रखा है लेकिन उसके साथ माताजी की बीपी पिछले तीन महीने में कब-कब कितनी है, वो पहले याद रहती थी। टहलते-घूमते गाँव के डॉक्टर से मां का हाल लेना उनके लिए सांस लेने जैसा था। ये दृश्य देखकर हमारे जैसे लोगों को सीख मिलती कि आसमान छूना तो है लेकिन माँ-माटी और गाँव नहीं भूलना है। अब पता नहीं...होली हो या दीपावली पंकज त्रिपाठी माई को सबसे पहले गोड़ कैसे लागेंगे.. गांव से लौटते समय अब गले लगाकर उनको कौन रोएगा..अब टीवी में देखकर किसको चिंता होगी कि ए पंकज दुबरा गइला कि मोटा गइला हो बबुआ? क्योंकि दुनिया की कुछ सुंदर चिंताएं मां के साथ ही आती हैं और उसी के साथ विदा भी हो जाती हैं। आज पंकज भैया की माताजी विदा हो गई। पंकज त्रिपाठी एक्टिंग से बने तो हैं..लेकिन उसमें पंडित बनारस त्रिपाठी औऱ हेमवंती देवी के सादगी भरे संस्कारों का बहुत बड़ा योगदान है। ये वो बखूबी जानते हैं और उसे निभाते भी रहे हैं। वो निभाना बहुत कुछ सिखाकर गया है..मेरे जैसे तमाम करीबी लोगों को। आज माताजी को श्रद्धांजलि के साथ पंकज भैया और मृदुला भाभी के लिए प्रार्थना... ईश्वर इस दुःखद घड़ी में परिवार को संबल प्रदान करें... 🙏) अतुल

Super super proud of our girls…🙏🙏🙏 #WomensWorldCup2025

@DattaAmeet @gauriikhannaa Happy Diwali folks…so happy to see @gauriikhannaa at ADP…

Outstanding Gauri! @gauriikhannaa