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BADE MİYAN CHOTE MİYAN

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BREAKING NEWS: Farhad Samji has replaced Anees Bazmee as director in 'Hera Pheri 3' - Exclusive - Times of India

A while ago, we broke the news to you about the quiet shoot of ‘Hera Pheri 3’ at Mumbai’s Empire Studio (owned by Firoz. Akshay Kumar, Suniel Shetty and Paresh Rawal have taken stage. An entertainment portal has said that they are not aware of the director yet. We at ETimes reiterate that Anees Bazmee is not directing ‘Hera Pheri 3’. It’s Farhad Samji, who broke away from Firoz’s cousin Sajid…

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ASMR Firoz

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আমার জং ধরা নষ্ট, শরীরের

কষ্ট দেখে ওরা বলে ওঠে

অং বং ছং

Redraw of cover art of Ong Bong Chhong by Firoze Jong.

This is Chitragupt, an OC of mine based on a god by the same name, from my WIP Patal Inc Pvt Ltd.

Some design notes:

The premise of this story is what if the Hindu Hell had a front as a multinational corporation based in Kolkata, called Patal Inc Pvt Ltd. Chitragupt is the COO of Patal Inc.

The god Chitragupt, is the god of scribes and recordkeeping. While he isn't the one who passes the final judgement on souls, he is responsible for archival of all deeds every living being has committed ever. I imagine that must be tiring.

Chitragupt in my story is also a god but also extremely burnt out and exhausted at all times. And when I first listened to Ong Bong Chhong, it immediately made me think of him. The lyrics fit very well!!

The text reads 'Bolo Hari Hari Bol', which is something people say while carrying a dead body to cremation grounds. 'Hari' is a name for Vishnu and chanting Hari's name makes a soul go to Heaven. Well, for Chitragupt, that's just more paperwork.

There's a water buffalo behind his head cause that's the patron animal for the god of death, his boss

[petekaos]

As they say, you can choose your friends, not your family. Firoz is my friend.

Shahid Kapoor as Sunny and Bhuvan Arora as Firoz in

FARZI (2023), dir. Raj & DK Episode 1: Artist

[americanhellkmart]

my dream job is silent half asleep guy in homoerotic ASMR deep tissue massage videos

[peachypaddys]

i don't usually upload edits on tumblr but something tells me desiblr will appreciate this more than anyone else. need season 2 QUICK.

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me with other courses of history: ugh, so many names, so many maps, so much readings, so less time before exams and --- *panic*

me with delhi sultanate: and WHAT happened then?! Balaban named his son exactly after the sultan whom he was just supposed to make a puppet of? Rayhan was WHOSE banda now?? And Ala al-din Masud was a baby boy right and did WHAT?! Tell me more about them pls i need more content of them!!

[youngster-monster]

i wish i could show you the erm the Category dedicated to my uh. 22 discord wips. but unfortunately i cant send images thru anon and also then you get to see what each individual channel is named and a. none of the titles make sense and b. the titles of some of them make them sound WAY WEIRDER than they actually are because no one save for me and one other person were ever supposed to see the working titles and i dont have any ideas on how to change them so ALAS

im like a zoo animal you get to read off all my facts and i get to stare straight into your soul while not a single thought passes through my brain. i need the world to know about my bad discord wip organization

writing is actually about the full year spent turning into a pile of dust,

all worldbuilding!!!! my oc who started as a kleptomaniac prettyboy is now a god with layers upon layers of lore and i dont know what i did but now hes really way worse than he started and i take great pleasure in describing his antics to friends who werent around to see it happen in actual rp. i shudder to think what would happen if i turned that world into a ttrpg he'd be a freak (TEMPTING THOUGH)

there are and i cannot stress this enough TWENTY-TWO INDIVIDUAL CHANNELS and one of them is the OLD snippets channel - yes, i have two, no i cant explain myself - and everytime i think about sifting through it for writing ideas in moments of desperation i feel as though it will grow hands with which to strangle me with and so i dont touch them. they will rot but its better them than me

i may have to pick up those niche ships again because i imagine it feels VERY rewarding and also then you and the other three (3) people who like that ship can sing kumbayah in a circle or whatever

glad the beastly noises comment was a hit! now if youll excuse me i need to sit down at my computer and listen to monkey noises 10 hours while doing bad animal impressions and brainstorming a wip i wont ever complete ,

Weird titles are one of the joys of writing. I wish I could be one of these writers that give wacky names to their wips but unfortunately in this I am terminally boring lmao if it's not descriptive I am Never finding it again

Grabbing you like Steve Irwin showing off a baby alligator to zoo goers. And here is where the Bad Organization Practice goes :) isn't it neat 😌

Give in to the siren's call of ttrpg-ization.....

With rarepairs you either create bonds of steel with the two other miserable fuckers writing with you or a rivalry that gets imprinted into your bloodline. "He would Not fucking say that" but it's the only interpretation you get that isn't your (obviously more correct) own

(statistically I am this for at least one other kaellidan fan. Probably more. I often joke that whoever dislikes my writing is gonna be really mad about how much of me there is in that tag lmao)

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

a friend you can commit crimes with 🥺

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Cybercriminals Cheat Jamshedpur Man of ₹6 Lakh on Pretext of Overseas Job

Ashwini Kumar Sinha, a resident of Telco, Jamshedpur, files FIR after being scammed by cybercriminals promising a foreign job. A resident of Telco, Jamshedpur, was defrauded of ₹6 lakh by cybercriminals under the guise of securing him a job abroad. JAMSHEDPUR – Ashwini Kumar Sinha, a resident of Manifit Dhobi Line in Telco, Jamshedpur, has filed an FIR at the Bistupur Cyber Police Station after…

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( assad zaman + cis man  + he/him + thirty-five ) crossing the gates of Jackson is FIROZ AL HASAN! our records show us they are a DOCTOR, known to be DISCIPLINED AND INNOVATIVE, yet CYNICAL AND TWO-FACED at this new life. many around town said they remember them of INDECIPHERABLE NOTES SCRAWLED IN STACKS OF STAINED NOTEBOOKS; CHAPPED AND BLOODY HANDS; WHISTLING TUNES OF SONGS LONG FORGOTTEN; GUILT LIKE A VISE AROUND YOUR THROAT, may your survival be long, and your death be swift.

WHEN YOU WERE A KID you were practically convinced you were put on this planet to change the world. of course, your parents would have it no other way. they met researching cancer at harvard and they knew from the second you were conceived that you would be the biggest part of their legacy. well, the next biggest, after their work on antibody drug conjugates. you pretend it was fine, but they never really thought about you much, did they? the only time they showed heart was when you passed a final, so you did what you could. you spent night after night combing through textbooks and completing extra credit just to feel your mother’s warm embrace.

THE WORLD STOPPED BREATHING while you were still a boy. reports of a virus began flooding your stations. you didn’t think much of it until your parents pulled you out of school, speaking in hushed tones about their colleagues and their discoveries regarding a virus that remains uncontrollable. only days before the official FEDRA lockdown, your parents took you to the family cabin right outside of seattle. with them they hauled as much food and supplies as they could fit in their jeep, and you weren’t stupid—but they treated you like you were. they lied and told you that you all would be back home in a couple weeks; ‘we’re just being cautious,’ they said.

TWO MONTHS PASSED and the feeling that this might be forever began to settle. food and supplies dwindled more each passing day. and for the first time in your life, you held a rifle in your tiny hands. the same hands your parents guided to a pen and paper were steadying a killing machine. you regret not putting up a fight before they left on a trip into the city. maybe something could’ve changed, maybe they both would’ve returned with their lives intact—but your mother, with her once mellifluous voice now cracked and frail, came back several days later. your father’s hat in her hands was the only thing that remained of his memory. it was covered in blood. everything about her had changed and you could tell the second you noticed the vacant stare in her eye. she rarely ate the food she had managed to scavenge, spending the time she would’ve taken to sleep to whisper to herself. it was something of a prayer; ‘the world is not in balance / but i have done my part to right it / you have led me through the storm / now i must rest / may the current be calm / may you guide me home.’

YOU HAD LEARNED, after your mothers mental fog began to clear, what happened to your father the night he passed. you learned about the monsters that tore him apart and the outpost of survivors she found in a last ditch attempt to save the man she loved. they told her, in her weakest and most vulnerable moment, her husband had become corrupted with sin manifest. they held her in their arms as she sobbed, reciting that same prayer over her in unison as they silently disposed of his infected body. she wanted nothing more than to find the people who made her feel safe for the first time since the world shut down, and you wanted nothing more than to experience this with her. the journey down to seraphite island had been the closest you felt to your mother in your entire life.

THEY TRAINED YOU in the medicine of their people, as the elders had determined you to be too frail and too weak for the front lines. tension with the factions outside of your community only continued to rise, all while they were training your mother like a weapon. in your spare time, between rubbing fractures with oils and tinctures, curiosity called you to the outskirts of the compound where the corrupted remained untamed. there was still a fire in your soul and in your mind that demanded something bigger. the prophet had bigger plans for you, didn’t she? at least, that’s what you told yourself while you were dragging the remains of slaughtered corrupted into sheds to find out how they tick. you snuck books on anatomy and biology into your room and for nearly two decades you got away with it.

ALL SECRETS ARE REVEALED eventually, and yours come out in droves. first a laughing stock, then an apostate for accessing knowledge the elders consider heretical. maybe when you were a boy their decision would have torn you to pieces. now, as a man, you were angry. angry that even your mother was willing to lose you. this experience did nothing but harden you. you were forced to travel the wasteland alone, but you never stopped studying. that need to accomplish something great stirs in your body every single day, and that need is what pushed you in the direction of jackson, wyoming. you never forget why you're there. you're going to change the world, aren't you? one experiment at a time?

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Will Akshay Kumar reprise his role as Raju in Hera Pheri 3? Makers trying to sort out differences: Report - Times of India

Will Akshay Kumar reprise his role as Raju in Hera Pheri 3? Makers trying to sort out differences: Report – Times of India

‘Hera Pheri’ is one of probably the most cherished franchises in Bollywood. Ever because the information of Hera Pheri 3 got here up, followers have been excited to see the reunion of the trio Raju, Shyam, and Baburao performed by Akshay Kumar, Suniel Shetty and Paresh Rawal respectively. With information of Kartik Aaryan stepping in for a special role and Akshay Kumar strolling out from the…

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Interview Philanthropist Firoz Merchant: The man who got 20,000 prisoners in UAE jails their freedom

Join The Brew Talks for an inspiring interview with philanthropist Firoz Merchant, who shares his journey of securing freedom for 20,000 prisoners in UAE jails. Discover his passion, challenges, and the impactful changes he's made in countless lives. Learn about his recent initiative, freeing 900 prisoners before Ramadan, and delve into his profound commitment to social justice

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amar nai bhaater koshto maal chara matha noshto shokalei ghum pae raate poth bhroshto moner chahida metate edik odik thola dhorlei ki bolbo mukhosto shomajer chirechi je tar khelae ney na aar bondhu bandhob shob byasto premikar buke chilo daag tate poreche je bhag shomoshya nai ache bar nikotosto

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I’ll talk to Sunny.

Shahid Kapoor as Sunny and Bhuvan Arora as Firoz in

FARZI (2023), dir. Raj & DK Episode 3: CCFART