watch out :)

@Jaatindeng @mogudnitantha Yes we demand it

@mogudnitantha @ehsassyyyy Avasaram eh we demand it

@Jaatindeng Songs padandi

Many more happy returns of the day meher , love you ♥️🎀🫶🏼 @mogudnitantha

Seeing Abhi with the ground staff reminded me of Warner days all over again

@Luccydevil07 This is really disgusting . I mean there's a thin line between criticising and insulting , these assholes are no less than rapists .

Kohli fans under Travis Head Wife Instagram comments 🤡 "Your wife gets sold for 6000 in India"

@worshipVK Sure

Remember this incident when Travis Head had made a hole and then put his index finger in it to mock Indians? Even Sidhu pointed it out on live TV, saying it was disrespectful towards 1.5 b Indians. Kohli has been pissed at him ever since that incident. Reason he didn't shook hand with him today. We stan the right man ❤️

All theories so far for Kohli not shaking Travis Head's hand: Theory 1: Kohli was avenging WC final loss Theory 2: Kohli did not like Head's gesture during BGT Theory 3: Kohli was avenging honour of Venkatesh Iyer. Let me know, if you see some innovative excuses from his fans.

@JakeJeakings1 Exactly .

Wow. Not what I expected from Kohli

Your fav chant is here, Orange Army 🧡

This mCd Head mocked Indians using that derrogatory gesture during BGT and now abused Venky Iyer. Glad that Kohli ignored such a loser.

@srhfanatic Nijama 😭🤣

@ehsassyyyy Nen bowl eyyak munde out enduk ayyav ani adigad anta, andukee 😭🤣

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

That finish… ufffff 😮‍💨🔥

Why I'm seeing Sunrisers Hyderabad

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@abhijeet_dipke Post the video

Still receiving threats against my family in India.

@RGVzoomin Damn 🫶🏼

I HATE MICHAEL After watching MICHAEL film , my memory went back to that horrible day June 25 th , 2009 when I slept late with the television still murmuring like a ghost in the darkness of my room , and as I groggily woke up in the morning and my eyes went to the screen to see those terrible white letters against black: “Michael Jackson is Dead.” For several long seconds,this must be a nightmare, I thought. Why the hell would I even dream something so horrible? But the banner on the tv stayed and the news ticker kept crawling. I reached out to the remote and started switching channels and all anchors were speaking with the same solemn gravity , and I finally realised the impossible had happened. Back in my engineering college days in Vijayawada, on January 2nd 1984 , a friend dragged me into a dingy video parlour, insisting I had to see something. The lights got switched off, and then THRILLER hit me like a punch in the gut It was not just a song or a dance. It was an invasion. My eyes, conditioned by a lifetime of mediocrity were violently pried open. The production, the choreography, the seamless ecstasy blended into one single divine entity .. it was spectacle on a level I had never imagined possible and at the centre of that storm was him. MICHAEL JACKSON He didn’t move like a human being. He glided, he exploded , he floated, he commanded the screen like a supernatural entity who just entered a human body for a few minutes of absolute dominance. I walked out of that parlour in a complete daze, my heart racing, my mind reeling. This cannot be a real person. He has to be GOD or the least a fantasy sculpted by the gods to bless us mortals on Earth. Every subsequent music video of his only raised the bar higher. Beat It. Billie Jean. Smooth Criminal. Black or White. Remember the Time. Bad to name a few Each one was a brand New Testament and In every song picturisation discussion I’ve had in my career whether with my team or other directors we always circled back to his videos His work became an unreachable benchmark, a constant source of both inspiration and humility. And yes like I said , It was never just the dance. never just the voice. It was always the aura. That man was like a gravitational force not subject to control The scandals? The controversies? They never bothered me. They were background noise. What he gave my senses and my soul far outweighed anything a human court or a tabloid magazine could ever throw at him. To me, he was either God or God’s special creation and that is exactly why I hate him. I hate Michael Jackson for dying. I hate him for proving that even he was human I hate that he too needed oxygen and blood like the rest of us. I hate that his heart could stop beating too. I hate that I lived long enough to see those words on CNN: “Michael Jackson’s body sent to Mortuary.” He back stabbed me. He betrayed my fantasy. He left heaven and became mortal. I hate you, Michael, for turning my dream into a nightmare And i love you. I love you more than I can express in words Wherever you are now, in whatever dimension, I am sure you are moonwalking across galaxies, creating space storms, with a brilliance which even the stars cannot contain. And I will carry that daze you gave me in that Vijayawada video parlour till i die 🙏🙏🙏

At the same time, if CJP eventually becomes a political party, I’d rather understand its ideology and representatives first before supporting or criticizing it. for now, I’m staying neutral,observing things with an open mind, nd waiting to know more before forming a final opinion

1/2 support the movement, but I hope it stays independent and doesn’t become controlled by existing political parties. I’d like to see new leadership and fresh perspectives instead of the usual political faces.