Actor Ashish Shakya HD Instagram Photos and Wallpapers November 2023

Important socio-cultural observations. #comedy #desi #nri #wasteoftime

My father died last week. That’s not something I thought I’d have to say out loud. Not for many more years at least. But then you get that phone call, your heart drops like a stone and you know life will never be the same again. “Life will never be the same again.” We say that as if we had any meaningful control over it to begin with. Life is a fickle beast and it snatched away a kind, gentle, brave, resilient and loving man. Over the last few years, I’d have the occasional moment where I’d be in awe of everything my parents had done for us. I’d try and thank him but he’d just laugh it off and say I was being silly (and also did I want some fruit because they revoke your Dad License if you don’t offer your kids fruit 15 times a day.) It’s not surprising that he brushed off that sentiment as silly formality. I mean what else could he say? “Cool, sending an invoice for my services as dad, inflation-adjusted.” But I wasn’t being silly. Knowing him, and his journey and struggles, I was just incredibly grateful to be his son. No matter what fears needed slaying – monsters in the dark when I was six, or the barrage of anxieties in adulthood – he was always in my corner with a smile and words of encouragement. Little did he know that one of my biggest fears was that eventually, he would be gone. It feels so strange: the one man that could have helped me navigate this monstrous grief, is the man I’m grieving for. Bye Papa. You are missed very, very much. I’m going to do my best to live my life in a way that would make you proud. Maybe we’ll meet again, somewhere in the great beyond, and I’ll get to hug you and watch movies with you again. And this time, I’ll take you up on that plate of fruit. I love you.

My father died last week. That’s not something I thought I’d have to say out loud. Not for many more years at least. But then you get that phone call, your heart drops like a stone and you know life will never be the same again. “Life will never be the same again.” We say that as if we had any meaningful control over it to begin with. Life is a fickle beast and it snatched away a kind, gentle, brave, resilient and loving man. Over the last few years, I’d have the occasional moment where I’d be in awe of everything my parents had done for us. I’d try and thank him but he’d just laugh it off and say I was being silly (and also did I want some fruit because they revoke your Dad License if you don’t offer your kids fruit 15 times a day.) It’s not surprising that he brushed off that sentiment as silly formality. I mean what else could he say? “Cool, sending an invoice for my services as dad, inflation-adjusted.” But I wasn’t being silly. Knowing him, and his journey and struggles, I was just incredibly grateful to be his son. No matter what fears needed slaying – monsters in the dark when I was six, or the barrage of anxieties in adulthood – he was always in my corner with a smile and words of encouragement. Little did he know that one of my biggest fears was that eventually, he would be gone. It feels so strange: the one man that could have helped me navigate this monstrous grief, is the man I’m grieving for. Bye Papa. You are missed very, very much. I’m going to do my best to live my life in a way that would make you proud. Maybe we’ll meet again, somewhere in the great beyond, and I’ll get to hug you and watch movies with you again. And this time, I’ll take you up on that plate of fruit. I love you.

Dying alone mera lakshya hai 🤘

Could have listened to Javed Akhtar speak for another couple of hours easy. Throw in some Scotch and soda and it could have been a legendary all-nighter. But sadly it is frowned upon to rush the stage with drinks and Magic Masala. So I had to be content with him signing my copy of Quiver. And of course, the new book on his life called Talking Life (by the wonderful Nasreen Munni Kabir). He spoke about his childhood, his early days in Bombay, wild overconfident antics (some version of which we’ve all pulled in our 20s), his work with Salim Khan and so much more, all of which is in the book. And while I am a microscopic baby writer in comparison, listening to him talk about writing made me feel connected. To him, to this mad city where we’re all trying to make it and most importantly, to the craft itself. Thank you for the invite @kavitarajwade @doshiamit and @ivmpodcasts Congratulations on a lovely India Pod Day 🙂 📷: @rotalks

Could have listened to Javed Akhtar speak for another couple of hours easy. Throw in some Scotch and soda and it could have been a legendary all-nighter. But sadly it is frowned upon to rush the stage with drinks and Magic Masala. So I had to be content with him signing my copy of Quiver. And of course, the new book on his life called Talking Life (by the wonderful Nasreen Munni Kabir). He spoke about his childhood, his early days in Bombay, wild overconfident antics (some version of which we’ve all pulled in our 20s), his work with Salim Khan and so much more, all of which is in the book. And while I am a microscopic baby writer in comparison, listening to him talk about writing made me feel connected. To him, to this mad city where we’re all trying to make it and most importantly, to the craft itself. Thank you for the invite @kavitarajwade @doshiamit and @ivmpodcasts Congratulations on a lovely India Pod Day 🙂 📷: @rotalks