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ना कर रश्क़ मेरी बेबाक़ हँसी पर ऐ मेरे दोस्त, इस हँसी में ना जाने तेरी बद्सलूकी के कितने फसाने छिपाए फिरती हूँ. ना कर गिला इस ख़ामोश हँसी का ,जो लब खुले तो तेरे फ़साने आम होंगे और फिर न जाने कितने हैं,जो बदनाम होंगे.
From the time I was little, I was fascinated by the unseen. I remember waiting for the Sunday newspaper, eager to flip to the horoscope column. Not because I believed it blindly, but because I was curious. I loved showing my palm to any roadside palmist who claimed to see something unusual. Later, I devoured books on numerology, palmistry, and astrology. Each prediction felt like a story waiting to unfold. But as I grew, so did my questions. If two people shared the same zodiac sign or numerological number, why did their lives unfold so differently? The answer I always heard was karma. “It is your past and present deeds that shape your destiny,” people said. Yet another puzzle arose: if karma and planetary positions were so powerful, how could a simple ritual — feeding the poor, chanting a mantra, or donating a cloth — really alter one’s fate? As a number 4 — ruled by Rahu — I recognised myself inl the descriptions: unconventional paths, mental restlessness, delays, and rebellion. But ...
I was sipping my morning tea when the news arrived—not like a whisper, but like a siren through my chest. Another terror attack, this time in Pahalgam. The moment felt heartbreakingly familiar. My heart clenched not just with pain, but with exhaustion. It wasn’t just grief—it was the weight of decades. I asked myself, how many times must we bury our dead before the world sees the truth? How many times must we call this a beginning, when we know this war never truly ends? India’s response came swiftly— Operation Sindoor. And what a name. Not just a military label, but a metaphor. Sindoor—that sacred streak of red across a woman’s hairline, a mark of life, of promise, of protection. But also, the first drop of blood, symbolic of every sacrifice made for the sanctity of the nation. This was not war for war’s sake; this was a reply rooted in the soil of rage and reverence. India didn’t just retaliate—it restored balance. With S-400 air defense systems, Akash missiles, and...
I stayed back in India after the wedding and my book launch for one reason — to attend the 25th Silver Jubilee of the Indian Television Academy Awards . I have attended ITA Awards earlier as well, but this time the experience felt very different. Maybe because this time I wasn’t just watching the event — I was seeing what goes on behind it. A day before the awards, I was present at stage rehearsals and pre-event dance shoots that will be part of the New Year’s telecast on Star Plus . I saw the scale of the preparation — hundreds of cameras capturing every movement, multiple screens in the media control room, teams coordinating every second with absolute focus. What finally looks effortless on television is actually the result of intense planning, discipline and hard work. The venue — Jio World Convention Centre — added to the sense of occasion. Grand, elegant, and fitting for a milestone like this. Standing there, watching everything come together, I truly understood what it mea...
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