Darshan Savla

🚨🚨🗣️ Thierry Henry with an Emotional Speech as Arsenal wins the 2025/2026 Premier League Title 🥹❤️ “22 years… 22 long years of waiting, dreaming, suffering, hoping and believing. let that sink in. Today, Arsenal are finally Premier League champions again and honestly… this one feels different. This one is emotional. I know what this football club means to the people. I know what those fans have been through. People laughed at Arsenal, people mocked the club, questioned the players, questioned the process, questioned whether this team could ever come back to the top again. But they stayed together. The supporters never stopped believing. And I have to say this… without Mikel Arteta, this would not have been possible. What he has done for this football club is unbelievable. He brought back the identity, the discipline, the connection with the fans and most importantly, the belief. He suffered, he learned, he stayed strong under pressure and today he deserves all the credit in the world. Also, respect to Josh Kroenke and Stan Kroenke because they trusted the manager when many people wanted change. They supported the project, they stayed patient and today they are seeing the reward for that trust. To the players… thank you. You gave everything for the badge. You fought for each other, for the fans and for the history of this football club. And to the Arsenal supporters around the world… enjoy this moment. Celebrate it with your families, with your friends, with everyone who stayed loyal through the difficult years. Because tonight, Arsenal are back where they belong. Champions of England again.” ❤️

@jammypants4 I hope Arsenal winning the league and UCL gives you enough courage to take yet another one for the team, sit through this movie and come out unscathed, Jammy. Shall be waiting for the rant video.

The New Welcome Song: Nostalgia overload & quite the mess of a choreography Clarification:- Lara Dutta is still listed as a part of the star cast of Welcome To The Jungle. She just doesn’t appear in the Welcome Song. #WelcomeToTheJungle

WE NEVER GIVE UP ✊

CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINALISTS ❤️

30th April, 1983, 5th Test, Antigua. The sun was burning holes in everything. Gordon Greenidge walked out to bat with Desmond Haynes. India had piled up 457 runs. That should have been the headline. It was not. 500 kilometers away in Barbados, his baby girl Ria was 2.5 years old. She had a kidney infection. Doctors were not using words like recovery. They were using words like prepare. Greenidge had not made a Test hundred in 6 years. For a man who once made batting look like breathing, that is a lifetime of silence. He batted like someone else was holding the bat. Like his hands were moving but his mind was in a hospital corridor. Haynes stayed with him. They put on 296 for 1st wicket. Haynes made 136 & got out. Greenidge was 154 not out when 3rd day ended. The crowd roared, dressing room hugged him. He heard none of it. His ears were full of a different sound. The sound of a phone that had not rung yet. The sound of waiting. Next morning scorecard said something that makes you stop. Retired not out. He was not injured, Just gone. He flew to Barbados that night. Ria died two days later. She never saw that 154. She never saw her father bat. She never saw anything beyond those hospital walls. Greenidge called that time the grey fog. That is what grief looks like when the world still expects you to show up. He came back in a month. Played the World Cup. Held the bat, Scored runs, Smiled for cameras. Nobody knew what it cost. Sport does not pause for your pain. It just puts the next match on the calendar. Some centuries are for the highlights. The sixes, fist pumps, sponsors grinning. This one was for a little girl who never got to watch her father do the only thing he knew how to do well. Runs did not matter, that not out did not matter. What mattered was that a man whose heart was in pieces stood at the crease & built something beautiful while everything he loved was being taken from him. Cricket forgets these innings. It remembers the trophies & averages. But sometimes, you should remember that 154* at Antigua. Not because it was great batting. Because it was a father trying to leave something good behind before he had to go home & face what was waiting.

@steth_talks Everyone had 😂

I had once seen a spiral fracture of the humerus in a guy arm wrestling.

We all carry our share of baggage, all we need is someone who helps us unwind it!!! #KohrraSeason2 is devastatingly gorgeous! True to its name, it’s dark and doesn’t offer any redemptions, for me it’s even better than the first season! It’s gut wrenching and breaks you at the loss of empathy on the whole! Sudip Sharma is a genius, Quite remarkable how he pulled off this show which is 95 percent in Punjabi with such authenticity, himself not hailing from the land! Mona Singh continues her great work with perfection! But for me the star of this is #BarunSobti Man his command over Punjabi is so freakin amazing, he lives and breathes Amarpal Garundi with all his deep hidden horrors and guilt, but never misses to carry his sunshine when he sees Mona Singh everytime and says’ Madam Tusin Theek Ho?? A pinch of empathy is all that’s needed to drive humanity amidst all the trauma and madness around!! A Top Notch Show!!

i’ve thinking about lately about how EVERYTHING HAS BECOME SO PERFORMATIVE THESE DAYS.what we do is no longer enough on its own. it has to be documented, explained, validated, and applauded. work turns into performative productivity. healing turns into performative self-care. politics becomes performative outrage. fitness becomes performative discipline. grief becomes performative healing. learning becomes performative curiosity. morality becomes performative correctness. you don’t just run anymore, you post the run. you don’t just work, you post the grind. you don’t just rest, you aestheticise the rest. you don’t just think, you thread the thought. you don’t just read, you highlight the pages. you don’t just care, you signal it. you don’t just help, you document it. you don’t just change, you announce the arc. you don’t just suffer, you turn it into content. you don’t just grow, you brand the growth. life becomes something you present instead of something you experience. performance used to be the output. now it has become the input. we stop doing things because they matter to us and start doing them because they will read well to others. likes, shares, algorithms, timelines, and imagined people replace inner conviction. agency erodes. you ask how something looks before you ask whether it is true. over time, that order becomes automatic. the exhaustion that follows is not laziness. it is the fatigue of living on a stage that never closes. there is no intermission anymore. what makes this brutal is that non-performative acts begin to feel pointless. writing something no one will read. training without tracking. thinking without sharing. becoming without announcing. and yet those are the only acts that still belong fully to you. performance itself is not the enemy, but it cannot be the centre of gravity. the quiet, unoptimised, undocumented moments are the last places where life is not trying to sell itself back to you. if everything is performative, then choosing to do something without an audience becomes a quietly rebellious act.but you owe it to yourself. living outside of the matrix. atleast for a few years of your life?

A story worth sharing... Novak Djokovic and his son Stefan have just wiped out $667,000 in school lunch debt across 22 Serbian schools — a gesture Novak called “a victory greater than any Grand Slam I’ve ever held.” In a quiet act of father-and-son compassion, Novak and seven-year-old Stefan paid off every unpaid lunch bill they could find — ensuring thousands of children from Belgrade to Novi Sad can walk into school each morning with dignity, a full tray, and no fear of being turned away or shamed for being hungry. Speaking through emotion, Novak said: “I’ve lifted trophies in four countries in the same year… but nothing weighs on your heart like knowing a child might sit through class without food. Today is bigger than tennis. Today is about children.” Little Stefan — standing close, fingers wrapped around his father’s hand — added in a trembling voice that melted every heart in the room: “Every kid is somebody’s best friend. I just wanted them to have lunch like I do.” Teachers cried. Parents thanked them. Children clapped and laughed, unaware that their simple lunch — something many take for granted — had just been secured by two people who will never ask for anything in return. This wasn’t about headlines. It wasn’t about image. It was about a father teaching his son that real greatness is measured not in trophies… but in kindness. Two Djokovics. One extraordinary act of love. And thousands of full stomachs — and full hearts — across Serbia. @DjokerNole Brilliant 👌😍

Bank of India app is such an oversmart app - Just switched to a new phone and installed this app - The app says VPN detected, shuts down the app - I closed VPN, now it says Wi-Fi is on - Wi-Fi closed, now it says there's no net connection.. lol.. shuts down the app.. Data was on! - Refereshed the connectivity, the app went sent a msg to register - App automatically fetched and input the OTP numbers, and says you have entered incorrectly three times. Contact the branch. Wonderful experience!

I am reading a book set in the Syrian Civil War. Specifically, a year into the Syrian revolution. Prior to this, my context of the Syrian Revolution was purely academic in a very kindergarten way. Assad bad. Assad kills innocent Syria people. Syria people fight. Assad lose. It’s the kind of knowledge you pick up at house parties when some guy at 2 a.m. decides to explain it just to escape the other political topic he knew even less about. Nobody has any idea about any of the topics being discussed. But it’s better than being alone. Or is it? I have started to wonder. Knowledge comes easily now. It’s in your pocket. You read it with your eyes and throw it out of your mouth. There is no reason for it to ever enter or stay in your brain. I don’t need to know about any humanitarian crisis anywhere. ChatGPT knows. If required, I’ll ask it. I feel this is the real humanitarian crisis. What does stay in your brain is the “why are you gay” meme. You’ve learned to time it perfectly in various conversations and gather a homophobic applause from the crowd. It’s ok. It’s funny. Nobody cares. The book I am reading keeps making me realise my privileges. A young boy, who has shrapnel inside him because his home was bombed, is at the hospital. His final words before passing on to the heavens are: “Don’t worry. I’ll tell God about all this.”My heart aches at an intensity it has never ached before. I keep the book down for a brief moment and gulp down a sip of water from my Stanley mug. Someone is at the door. Third delivery of the day. God, such a pain. I go back to reading after collecting my delivery and find myself immersed in the pain of this young girl who hasn’t had food in three days because the nearby grocery market has been looted. No deliveries for her. I take some solace in the fact that it’s fiction. I don’t have the heart to go on the internet and figure out if this fiction is close to the truth or not. I know it is, but I want to lead my life practicing apathy. It’s comforting. I’ve read half the book and three-fourths of the town is dead already. I keep the book down to look for something cheerful. A podcast has dropped where two rich guys are discussing the future of society, dropping precious advice for everyone like two Santa Clauses. Christmas has come early. Millions applaud. Reason unknown. Possibly because now we know someone who knows someone who knows that rich guy. Sidenote: I find it quite amusing when people like to casually slip in how they know some random famous person in a conversation that’s totally unrelated to that person. This disease is spreading like wildfire. I resist almost every time saying, “And?”, just to see how they respond. Anyway, my good friend Salman and I are more interested in the reception of the podcast than the podcast itself. I sometimes fear that the internet has taken away our critical thinking. Or maybe capitalism has taken away our critical thinking. We applaud everything that agrees with our biases. We criticise everything that opposes us. We don’t have opinions anymore; we have fandoms. We are either fans or haters. We are not in-betweeners anymore. We are not normal anymore. Our heroes have changed and been replaced by capitalists right in front of our eyes. When did this happen, and is there a way to reverse it? I open the book again. I’d rather take this pain. It’s my privilege to close that YouTube tab. The boy in the book records the revolution and uploads it on YouTube for the world to see. He gets about a hundred views and a few comments. “Our names will be erased and the world will never get to know about our story,” the protagonist says in a moment of despair. I get a funny thought. The same line can also be applied to all the influencers if their internet gets taken away. I chuckle at my own joke and continue reading. It’s sad. A couple of weeks ago, I had posted a story urging people to read more fiction. The internet was divided suddenly and unshockingly. A news agency called me to get my quote. But that was my quote, I told them, before respectfully disconnecting and blocking the number. The whole idea was to talk to the people who dismiss fiction as a waste of time. It wasn’t to diss non-fiction. It wasn’t to promote bad Chetan Bhagat fiction, and it wasn’t to demote historical non-fiction either. But anyway, “read better” is how I concluded. However, there was this one message which did, in fact, make me look at the other side of the picture. A boy, not more than 20, said that he reads his college books and is preparing for some government exams, so whenever he gets time, he tries to read an autobiography of a famous historical person because it will help him in the interviews. The point I made in the post was to not make life so transactional, but the reality that some of us live does make it hard to not make it transactional. The reality that the girl is living in this book is transactional. She wakes up to save people in the hospital and have enough money by the end of it to buy some bread. Transactional. He reads to survive the interview. She works to survive the day. I read to survive my boredom. Transactional. Transactional. Transactional. The sad thing is I know that when I finish this book, I will shut it, switch off the light, and tomorrow the world will look almost exactly the same. The only thing I can hope is that something inside me doesn’t go back to exactly the same shape. That the next time I casually say I “know” about some war, some crisis, some country, I remember at least one boy, one girl, one book. That if anyone is telling God about all this, I am not standing there empty-headed, having nothing to add except that I scrolled past it because I was listening to some guy on a podcast talking about everyone’s future. I hope the present starts mattering more in my conversations.

Sometimes you just need a Saturday to sleep all day and do absolutely nothing.

There are few real lucky breaks in life. 1. Being born to sensible and loving parents who bring you up as an independent person. 2. Getting few good friends with similar values and camaraderie 3. Finding adult love interest who reciprocates and a long term healthy relationship develops there. 4. Now you are being greedy.

Sony Liv is the worst streaming platform there ever has been and there ever will be! Terrible experience really.

We as an audience failed Superboys Of Malegaon We as an audience failed Lapataa Ladies We are ignoring #JollyLLB3 We are doing a disservice to a gem like #Homebound These deserve your theatrical viewership vs raving about them when it comes on an OTT platform

Character so goated that bollywood made a song on him

I’ve come to the conclusion that yappers in a movie theatre are worse than crying babies in a plane!

I’ve definitely tweeted this before. By far the hardest thing about adulthood, is that, even if you are sad, you have to keep going, there is no time to stop even when you are sad. HOW SAD IS THAT

Sharing two rare views of Nariman Point & Marine Drive clicked from Oberoi Sheraton in January 1978. I had to do a double take on the first photo, no parapet wall! It seems it was still under construction then. Also sharing two zoomed-in frames, notice the clear blue hues of the water. The parapet wall those days existed only till the Air India building and was extended later. #OldMumbai

10 books that will make you a reader overnight- 1. Atomic Habits: This book shows how tiny daily habits compound into life changing transformations. It’s all about systems over goals, and how to make good habits stick while breaking the bad ones. 2. The Silent Patient: A psychological thriller that will keep you guessing till the very last page. The book follows Alicia, a woman who hasn’t spoken a word since the night she shot her husband. A therapist is determined to uncover the truth but nothing is as it seems. 3. Just for the Summer: A sweet, witty romance about love, timing, and second chances. When two people cursed in love agree to a ‘just for the summer’ fling, they quickly realize some connections aren’t meant to be temporary. 4. Let's Talk Money: A practical, no-jargon guide to personal finance. This book helps you understand how to save, invest, and build wealth without the overwhelm. Perfect for anyone starting their financial journey. 5. Tuesdays with Morrie: A heartwarming memoir about life’s greatest lessons. It follows Mitch Albom’s weekly visits with his former professor, Morrie, who shares wisdom on love, work, family, and what truly matters before he passes away. 6. No Rules Rules: An inside look at Netflix’s bold culture of freedom and responsibility. This book reveals how removing rigid rules, encouraging candor, and trusting employees built one of the most innovative companies in the world. 7. The Commonsense Diet: A practical, fuss-free guide to eating right. It strips away fads and complicated rules, focusing instead on simple, sustainable habits to build a healthier lifestyle. 8. The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo: Old Hollywood glam, secrets, and heartbreak. The book follows a reclusive movie icon finally sharing her scandalous life story of seven marriages, ruthless ambition, and one great love she never forgot. 9. The Psychology of Money: Wealth isn’t just about what you know- it’s about how you behave. The book shares timeless lessons on saving, investing, and the mindset needed to build lasting wealth, reminding us that financial success is more about patience and choices than math. 10. The Comfort Book: A gentle collection of notes, stories, and reminders for when life feels heavy. The Comfort Book is like a warm hug in pages- simple words of hope, courage, and self-kindness to help you keep going.