I’m SOO HAPPY FOR HIS FIRST PODIUM IN RED!!! SIR LEWIS HAMILTON YOU’RE THE GOAT ❤️🩹
I haven’t enjoyed a race in a whileeee Lewis P3 , Checo finished the race & podium with the fam, if only Oscar wouldn’t have such a shitty car it would’ve be perfect my boy deserves better.
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THE MINDS OF HUMANS WERE SO EASILY INVADED. Few and far between knew how to shield themselves properly, and even less knew the proper combination of herb and mental practice it would take to keep a vampire of his ability locked out of their minds eye completely. Judith's boyfriend Robert was far from a psychic savant. He'd known exactly who to target of course, having been following Elena for quite some time : a might longer than Stefan had even stepped foot inside Fells Church. Yes, Damon had been there first : what was the new aged adage, finders keepers losers weepers? Archaic : but it fit the bill, and that suited Damon just fine. Stefan would weep, once he saw the majesty the eldest Salvatore could bestow unto his ’lovely little love’.
Robert had barely needed Damon to implant the suggestion, though he had done so regardless. They'd chatted briefly in a small coffee shop about one thing or another in line, Damon requesting a chai latte he would never drink simply to pass a blush over the young and beautiful clerks face. Thanksgiving was right around the corner, a tradition the half millennia old vampire would never appreciate in earnest :
he'd never been an enthusiast of San Martino's day when they'd celebrated it in Italy either, the two holidays not entirely dissimilar to one and other. Regardless he'd accomplished his goal and now was to enjoy his prize : a night spent with the beguiling Elena Gilbert⸻ and more importantly an invitation into her home. His mind had already begun to bound through possibilities : there was no where she might go that he could not enter, save the very cold⸻ admittedly disconcerting Meredith's home, but he could omit that issue with the same ease he'd used to resolve this first predicament. Not all entrances were going to be as theatrical as their dumb supper ⸻ but it was certainly like Damon to want each and every one to be memorable.
“Would you rather me under dressed?" His words are but a whisper, just enough for Elena's ears alone, his power pressing the sentiment into her mind as well so as not to miss a moment. Sly smile plays over features, electric current running betwixt nearly touching thigh. It certainly was exhilarating to be this close to her, a bit of delayed satisfaction as it were. "No coincidence at all. Robert and I frequent the same coffee shop : I rather like the brew they have on drip." Lips scarcely move, from across the table you might mistake it for a repositioning of a smile, a subtle shifting of precious petal. Once more Damon uses his power to press his words into Elena, as if she had her very own personalized closed captions. Double entendre leaves midnight orbs sparkling, eyes meeting lapis with a distinct intention behind them. He breaks for but a moment, a mirror toward her own action as he takes his own napkin and with cultivated flick lays it out flat in one motion, the corner peice drawing over Elena's thigh in passing, caressing it as if it were an extension of Damon's own fingers. "Perhaps after dinner we can discus more, I hear home brewed is far more potent⸻ IF IT COMES FROM THE RIGHT SOURCE.”
Am I wrong? Tell me that I’m wrong-
Tell me I deserve all the pain that you put me through
West Bengal Chief Minister Mamata Banerjeehas accused Chief Election Commissioner Gyanesh Kumar of threatening state officials during a meeting, and warned that “false bravado” by constitutional authorities was not acceptable. Read More….
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West Bengal Assembly Elections 2026: कोलकाता। विधानसभा चुनाव की तैयारियों की समीक्षा करने पश्चिम बंगाल के दौरे पर पंहुचे मुख्य चुनाव आयुक्त ज्ञानेश कुमार ने मंगलवार को मतदाताओं से आगामी पश्चिम बंगाल विधानसभा चुनाव में बढ़-चढ़कर मतदान करने की अपील की और आश्वासन दिया कि चुनाव हिंसा और दबाव-मुक्त वातावरण में कराए जाएंगे।
West Bengal Assembly Elections 2026: प्रेस कॉन्फ्रेंस को संबोधित करते हुए…
… hatte ich bisher als übliche Anrede von Service Leistenden angesehen, oder gegenüber Höhergestellten. Inzwischen habe ich gemerkt, dass dies auch einfach eine Höflichkeitsform ist und dazu dient, Wertschätzung auszudrücken. Nun ist es mir eine Freude, den freundlichen Autowäscher, den ich jeden Morgen vor meiner Haustür treffe, nette Cab-Fahrer oder Straßenverkäufer mit „Sir“ anzusprechen.
The ECI has published the final electoral roll in Kerala after the SIR exercise, with around nine lakh names removed from the list. The total number of voters in the state now stands at over 2.69 crore.
The Election Commission of India also shared a link-http://electoralsearch.eci.gov.in-enabling the public to check their names on the updated list. Read More….
“Maybe I’m not flyin’, but I’m floatin’
If we’re not headed to the top, where we goin’?
Two miles-an-hour, can you picture me rollin’?
‘Cause life is so much better when you live in slow motion”
SiR - D'Evils
Sir (2018) Review
“Kaise ho? Kuch kaam tha? Nahi.”
There are a lot of interesting cuts in this film, like the one where the Engineer (Ashwin) visits tarped labor camps in the underbelly of his high-rise project – cut to a house party where Ratna blends into the background, handwaved away. The two share a strange kind of cohabitation, one where there is a clear yet invisible boundary. Ratna, a maid, a tailor, an emotional caretaker, sets Ashwin’s dinner every night, offering him advice, joy, and protection after his engagement falls apart. Ashwin’s mere attention to Ratna sets him apart from the status quo. He is willing to see Ratna’s humanity.
The Engineer is a well-meaning man, able to put others before him and unwilling to take shortcuts at work, much to the dismay of his boss, who is also his father. It’s unclear if he pays special attention to class politics, or if he’s simply surrounded by it. He tells Ratna, “tum kuch bhi ban sakti ho.” Does he know Ratna beyond someone who cares for him – does he know the systemic barriers she’s crossed just to reach him?
No. He wouldn’t have kissed her if he did. As much as I smiled when it happened, it didn’t last long knowing the consequences of that one kiss. I think he was selfish at worst and at best, optimistic. Or maybe in denial – a denial that his friend shakes off him. In the next scene, we see the Engineer make a scene: a lingering gaze that Ratna fears could end her livelihood if anyone else caught it.
“Aadmi mujhse darte hain,” says a faux feminist, threatening to cut Ratna’s wages, and her husband, who levels Ashwin’s blunt response on the same plane as his wife’s threat. Disrespectful, lazy, and assuming – the upper-class project their own worst qualities onto those deemed less in society. The truth that they didn’t work any harder to deserve the things they have must erupt somewhere.
The higher you sit, the more you must dismember yourself from society – Ashwin isolates himself in his room, fills the silence with state propaganda, voices shouting over one another, arguing from a moral high ground. This is different from the community Ratna belongs to: mutual aid networks formed out of necessity that propel her forward. And sometimes, those same current turn against Ratna, when a simple question like “main tumhari liye wait karun?” become rumor.
Ratna is constantly adorning colorful patterns, in direct contrast to the plain blacks, whites, and pinks of the rich who use these patterns to paint the inside of their walls instead. I don’t know what it is about Ratna that makes her stand out to the shopkeeper immediately: her dark skin? Her sandals paired with the traditional sari? Does she wear her sense of unbelonging on her sleeve? I wonder if Ratna wishes she had acted on her impulses with the Engineer in the end, standing on the balcony, overlooking the city, having achieved the near-impossible. “Ashwin.” I know she does.
I immigrated to Canada when I was young, but before I did, my family had a maid named Asma. My mother took to the village to visit her for her birthday. She had the same generosity Ashwin did. I remember how dusty it was and the chorus of other maids that watched as we dropped her gift off. On the car ride home, I had a brief moment of reflection but I couldn’t still understand why she lived the way she did. I wonder where she is now, I wonder if she remembers me.
