Thank you for this seksy birthday gift rads mads @chub.fondue
Remembering this day in France- cold ass weather, warm pizza, 🍺 and us 🤍✨ such beautiful, wholesome memories
Had such a blast shooting this one.
@jaduakhtar saab gave us more jokes than notes when we jammed together on the script for this film! And what an absolute privilege it is to be in the same room as him and Shabana ma’am. You both are such rockstars and you know it.
I also want to take a moment to thank the Tanishq team and and and my paavam, most hardworking crew. 3 hrs of madness feel like a cakewalk with y’all. Sending hugs 🪩✨🤍
@sachiroy123@kine.m.a@roshanabbasproductions@saadansari___@manthan.mp4@sujithvijayan__
This life is such a blessing. When you stop fighting your ego and truly surrender to what the Universe is tying to teach you, everything starts to flow with ease.
One of the toughest questions ever asked in the history of humanity is ‘What’s your favourite song?’ Honestly, it’s a lame fucking question. Anyone who truly enjoys music knows it’s impossible to pick just one. But over the years, I have found myself returning to a single song every few months. It quietly became an anchor, and I didn’t even notice when.
This tattoo is my reminder to stay neutral, no matter how amazing, terrible, or dramatically overwhelming life gets. And of course, everyone has their own interpretation of the song- that’s literally the whole point of Radiohead: take what resonates, ignore what doesn’t, overthink later. I just feel ridiculously lucky to have a song I can revisit whenever I want, and pull from it exactly what I need in that moment. So yes, the tattoo and this song and its music video means a lot to me. Which is exactly why you should stop asking what my tattoo means. It’s none of your goddamn business -_-
Your 20s are for sincerely looking down upon the mundane, your 30s for calming your…well, everything. 20s are exciting AF, anxiety-inducing in retrospect, 30s for self assessment and a hard reset. 20s for liver, 30s for err. 20s for love. 30s for loving. 20s for friends. 30s for good friends. 20s for sex. 30s for i-am-getting-a-bit-tired-of-this-20s-30s-writeup. There is no 20 vs 30. Age is just a fuckin number. No, it’s not. I am obviously kidding, and the 30s come and whoop your snob ass, gently, with wisdom. But the pain is nice and all. Very predictable because everything slowly starts to make sense and you are somehow old enough to see it, if not clearly, at least vaguely. The 20yr old me mocks me everyday and I am starting to retort with nothing but life experience. How interesting. Ageing is the best inside joke, but it hurts when I laugh BC
