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When you reblog something, and then a bunch of people reblog it from you. Then you reblog another thing, and people reblog that from you. And you come to a moment when you are scrolling down your dash and you see the same post 30+ times because everyone and their brother reblogged from you. And you realize that you’ve pretty much screwed yourself from seeing other content for the next hour.

DAY 3340

Jalsa, Mumbai                May 20,  2017                Sat 11:50 PM





Birthday - Ef AishTVM       Sun, May 21         .. greetings to a very quiet Ef from Thiruvananthapuram .. all wishes for a lovely day ..





Lazy beings are a curse .. for better or for worse .. building up to something terse .. averse and subverse .. !

No particular reason to say such , but I do say it .. there could be much read through it, or just a mere moment of such .. and that would be it ..

My Father once told me , ‘earn your living through acts that have been given your sweat and blood .. !!’ And the elders have a way of putting matters that could last a lifetime. Indeed they do. The sayings you learn during the growing years, those moments of great learning and experience, an incident, something we saw and heard .. all seem to be on an eternal wheel of time .. wheels move as does time, irreplaceable, and we are subjected to qualms of justice and hoped fare play .. but the truth shall prevail ever ..

A word that was picked up during the shoot for a campaign .. a campaign that rarely got such historic words, for which we need to rush for our mobile phones. And that is all .. the phone shall remain hidden somewhere .. oh !!

So when you lavish in the heat of temperature and bearded stuck by glue to the most sensitive regions of the face, then does one reflect on the ‘earnings’ through noble ideals .. 

Goaded by work ethics, struck down the throat with all kinds of viral fevers and coughs, your strength of resilience prevails much greater in substance than in any other .. the suffering of the individual that suffers shall ever remain with him that suffers .. he or she shall decide when it is becoming untolerable or not .. 

BUT ..

for one that has been through many inquisitive minds that wished to ‘OPEN UP’ the vagaries of my withins, they shall ever be sensitive and precautionary .. 


And then that moment of self assessment .. whether it has changed me or my life style, whether I be more frank and brutal or a simplistic Desai, the Ramakant Desai that would be brought on to bowl to specific individuals .. and win .. were and are still the rage as far as the work ethic goes  .. !! Beyond that however, life stands still .. if endeavour is decided, then the work for its success shall ever remain .. 

And so be it ..


Amitabh Bachchan

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¡Hola amigos de México!

Como muchos ya sabes estuve viviendo en Munich, Alemania por dos meses y estuve aprendiendo el idioma, hasta ahorita, ha sido la mejor experiencia de mi vida. 

Conocí a personas de todo el mundo, conocí sus culturas, sus idiomas, sus formas de ver las cosas, entre muchas cosas más.

Yo me fui con EF Education First, que es una compañía con escuelas alrededor del mundo en donde ahí practicas el idioma local, y en tu tiempo libre, puedes conocer la ciudad y sus alrededores. EF tiene más de 50 años, y en mi experiencia, no hay otra igual a ella. 

Estos son los lugares a donde podrías ir a practicar otro idioma:

  • Inglaterra
  • Estados Unidos
  • Canada
  • Irlanda
  • Malta
  • Sudáfrica
  • Australia
  • Nueva Zelanda
  • Singapur
  • Francia
  • Alemania
  • Italia
  • Japón
  • China

En total formando más de 35 destinos en estos países.

Si te gustaría conocer más acerca de estos campamentos, ¡no dudes en mandarme un mensaje!

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Bog Beacon (Mitrula paludosa) by BiteYourBum.Com Photography
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Bog Beacon (Mitrula paludosa)at Rackham Woods, West Sussex England

anonymous asked:

do you know the schedule on CCTV5? I am currently in China and could catch up some gymnastics on tv

Ok so everything below will be in Beijing time, and I’ll only post the WAG timing.

Combined TQ/TF timing - 6 May - 13:00-14:50, 15:30-17:20 (CCTV5+) and 19:30-21:30 (CCTV5+)

AA - 7 May - 19:20-21:30

EF day 1 - 8 May -  15:00-17:50

EF day 2 - 9 May - 15:00 - 17:50


All broadcast will be streamed on CCTV5 except for the two I mentioned above which will be streamed on CCTV5+

"Respect", 50 años de la oda feminista que catapultó a Aretha Franklin

Hernán Martín
Washington, 29 abr (EFE).- Pese a no ser de su autoría, la canción “Respect” se convirtió en un himno del feminismo en la voz de Aretha Flanklin, que con ella catapultó definitivamente su carrera para convertirse en la “Reina del Soul”.
En realidad “Respect” había sido escrita y grabada ya por Otis Redding, pero la versión de Aretha Franklin, que salió publicada un día como hoy de 1967, con apenas algunos coros adicionales y un carácter especial en la interpretación y los arreglos, le dio un sentido de reclamo feminista que carecía el tema original.
“La próxima es una canción que una chica me robó, una buena amiga mía”, decía con una sonrisa amarga Redding unos meses después, antes de empezar a interpretar “Respect” en el Monterey Pop Festival, en junio, consciente de que ese tema que él había compuesto y grabado dos años antes sin demasiado éxito, ya no le pertenecía.
Otis Redding, a quien el “robo” le reportó una enorme ganancia por los derechos de autor por las ventas millonarias de Aretha, planteaba su canción desde la óptica de un hombre que trabaja todo el día, que trae el dinero a casa y que a su llegada al hogar reclama “respeto” a su esposa.
Aretha, con su interpretación y escasas variaciones al texto, cambió de raíz el tono algo machista del tema original y lo convirtió en lo que fue desde entonces, un poderoso himno feminista que también fue abrazado por el movimiento de derechos civiles.
Ahora era una mujer la que reclamaba respeto, y deletreándolo, R-E-S-P-E-T-O, una de las pocas variaciones que aportó a la letra original, confiriendo a la canción su voz de exigencia feminista.
Era 1967, en plena ola del pacifismo y el amor en Estados Unidos, de las protestas contra la guerra de Vietnam, de la lucha de los negros para acabar con el racismo y lograr la igualdad de derechos civiles, y del movimiento de liberación femenina.
El “Respect” de Aretha Franklin rápidamente escaló en las listas de éxitos hasta el número uno, consolidando por primera vez la carrera de la artista, marcándole el camino musical que debía seguir y convirtiéndola en un icono del feminismo.
Desde los 18 años y hasta entonces, Aretha había estado grabando con sellos pequeños y finalmente con Columbia Records, demostrando sus grandes aptitudes vocales, pero interpretando canciones de gospel, jazz o blues, sin que ni siquiera en Columbia le ayudaran a aclarar qué camino debía seguir su carrera.
Parecía Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald o Dinah Washington, era como si la discográfica “no supiese qué hacer con ella”, escribió el crítico musical del New York City Tribune sobre su etapa en Columbia, en la que intercalaba temas de Cole Porter o baladas de Burt Bacharach con canciones con una línea más soul.
Entre ellos, de modo profético, estaba “Soulville”, cuya letra reza: “Vamos y enséñame el camino para llegar a Soulville, baby”.
Y fue Atlantic quien se lo enseño. Su primer álbum con ese sello, “I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You”, abría con “Respect”, seguida de un ramillete de canciones, un par de ellas de su autoría, que se convertirían también en clásicos del soul.
“Respect” se había grabado el día de San Valentín en los estudios que Atlantic tenía en Broadway, en el corazón de Manhattan, a donde la joven Aretha, con 24 años, había viajado desde Detroit, donde vivía ya independiente en un pequeño apartamento con un piano mirando a la ventana.
En la sección rítmica participaron los mismos músicos de sesión con los que el mes anterior había grabado “I Never Loved a Man (The Way I Love You)”, incluida en el álbum, en los míticos estudios de Muscle Shoals, en la Alabama rural, por los que pasaron también, además de Otis Redding, Wilson Pickett, Arthur Alexander o Percy Sledge, además Bob Dylan, Paul Simon o The Rolling Stones.
Redding murió ese mismo año, el 10 de diciembre, al estrellarse el avión con el que iba de gira con otros músicos. Tenía 26 años.
El artista, que también escribió y lanzó a la fama otros éxitos como “(Sittin’ On) The Dock of the Bay”, “I’ve Been Loving You Too Long” o “Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa (Sad Song)”, murió sabiendo que después de la versión de Aretha, “Respect” ya no le pertenecía. EFE

DAY 2652

Jalsa, Mumbai              July  16/17,  2015              Fri/Sat 1:50 am



Birthday - EF - Walaa Zakariya Mohammed Ahmed Ali … all our wishes for a happy day and with love and blessings .. how fortunate for your birthday to fall on Eid .. !!

Jamat - ul - Vida   !!

EID MUBARAK


On this auspicious occasion of celebration and prayer and love and peace and forgiveness and blessings .. may the One Above, may Allah, give and bestow his very best for us all ..



What is it that provokes emotion and tears welling up on the playing of the National Anthem of the country .. what is it that unfurls within us when the flag of our respective nations, flutters against the wind, on the enthusiastic shoulders and hands of cheering crowds at events, at the moment of its presence atop national monuments and structures … what is it that spurs within us a desire to be strong and uplifted in the presence of even the worst adversary .. what ??

No matter where you hear it, in whatever condition in whatever situation, there is something about this song this anthem this composition, that brings the hair on end and leaves you with the power of national pride and place ..


For the opening of the ProKabaddi they ask me to render it live before the start of the first game in Mumbai .. they shall have it sung live for all the games throughout the tournament, by leading figures, choirs, orchestra’s and composers .. such a wonderful feel it leaves us all with .. to be a part of this privilege .. to be a part of national identity, national binding and national honour. Each individual in each and every part of the world and country goes through this extraordinary moment, singing in unison, each word each strain of the notes and words bringing incredible meaning and joy ..

The tune be the same the words unchanged, except perhaps in the United Kingdom, where the God saves the Queen now, but will come a time when it shall be altered to the King … the holding of the banner in military protocol, in respect and in its dignity .. it is beyond measure ..

There are anthems that have no words !! I saw it during the World Cup Football .. I was wondering why none of the players were singing the words as the Anthem played, only to be told later that that particular country did not have any 

words, just a tune, of respect and attention … fascinating !!

So the Kabaddi season starts, and the Jaipur Pink Panthers, Abhishek’s team, that won the championship last year plays the first match against UMumba ,, the very team they played first last year ..

The LOGO has changed for Jaipur, it is more attitudinal and relaxed and somewhat cool .. !! My limited vocabulary coerces me to usage of ‘cool’ .. a word I do not contribute to much .. 

The speed of conversation and the usage of abbreviated expressions in the vocabulary by this generation, shall be finding its way into the formal contributors of literature and alphabets .. in time all that looks to us to be insignificant or intemperate, shall become a part of knowledge books dictionaries, and the like that shall be our world wide reference points when sufficient time has lapsed .. the power of the human spirit .. the power of our existence and presence …



In life, time comes when we lament the absence of goods that spell ‘materialism’. We wonder why the other has and we not. We wonder if we shall ever get to that spot. We either reconcile our state and position, or determine within to achieve what we do not possess, to possess it .. and when we do possess what we needed to possess, we discover that what we had laboured so diligently to possess, is really a mere speck in what could possibly be achieved .. and so we begin that process and chase and ambition and persevere .. and we get there as well .. when we realise that its really too much to bear .. where shall we store it, what shall happen to it when we are gone .. will we leave it behind or leave it for others .. for family for relatives and friends .. for posterity .. what and where ? … we have no answers .. at least I do not ..

The end when it comes, shall leave us hopefully with the clothing that covers our naturalness … that is all .. that is all that shall travel to the cremation to the grave or wherever they shall put you .. and you shall be none the wiser of the belongings that you yearned and worked for the entire life …

Today a new shelf in the construct of my room, where I load books upon unread books, littered about on it, gives me the joy and the moment relief of having found space to be utilised in bringing order to the table desk and the room where I work .. tomorrow it shall fall short again, and newer space shall have to be created … 

Life is a shelf .. a shelf of unread books .. some partially reflected upon .. but mostly put up in ordered discipline, to define neat and tidy practice .. books that mount these shelves shall with time find their neighbourhood occupied by another of their clime .. they shall live shoulder to shoulder, in dust and grime and moth eaten pages and without care .. and then one fine day when far too much time has elapsed without attention, they shall fall apart and be a burden to that shelf that rack that storage … and be removed to the garbage as waste .. or given in instruction to those that survive age .. perhaps to be preserved or lost .. who knows .. for life would have removed you from the shelf permanently, without care or advise or instruction .. 

They could be offered to the alter of the funeral pyre, or the depths of the grave. Many do. Dress up the individual or that document of pages called ‘book’, with all that the departed cherished - reading glasses, general upkeep materials, belongings that were dear .. all ..

Books could find their way into the graves of the departed too .. of course ..

The glasses to read are there. The books are there. And there is only time. Time in endless presence, to spend and waste and READ …

At times there are strange stories of over possessiveness .. 

My Father used to tell me the tale of a very distant old relative of the bygone era, who valued beyond measure her monetary savings. There were no banks then, and obviously in her social standing no vaults either .. she carried the treasure around with her .. in a large tin box .. one rupee coins .. of silver !!

Never left it alone , never permitted anyone to be even remotely close to it .. just sat over it or slept on it, or clung to it when in bed, so no one would have access to it .. just she and her valued savings in one rupee silver coins  ..

And then … one day she fell desperately ill .. she lost health by the day and soon realised the end was now upon her ..

One late night she passed away .. without letting anyone know of her passing .. her last instructions were to the kitchen asking for a bowl of curds .. dahi .. !

When members of the family entered her room, the next morning, after long, they found her lying there in bed .. CHOKED ON HER OWN SAVINGS OF HER SILVER ONE RUPEE COINS … THE ENDS OF HER MOUTH BEARING TRACES OF LAST NIGHTS ORDERED CURDS ..

NOT WANTING EVER TO LET ANYONE BE IN POSSESSION OF HER VALUABLES .. SHE DECIDED TO EAT HER COINS, DIPPING THEM IN DOSES OF CURD TO MAKE THEM PALATABLE .. !!!

The curds were for that .. she died choked on her own saved coins which she was wanting no one to possess .. !!! 

POSSESSIVENESS … !!!

Possessiveness can possess … but not for long !!




Since I have left eating sweets and all things bright and kheer - jalebi oriented ..I finish my dinner with a bowl of curd and sugar, as my daily sweet meat after meal .. and my Bank takes care of my rupee’s !!!

Good night 





Amitabh Bachchan 

DAY 3114

Jalsa, Mumbai                   Oct 9/10,  2016                  Sun/Mon  12:50 am




Birthday - EF Brijesh Mishra

Monday, October 10, 2016

Birthday wishes for Brijesh .. love and happiness always .. your Ef ..





The invocation to Goddess Durga at the Ramakrishna Math, with the family .. the family that prays together stays together .. !!

The Sunday with well wishers ..

A morning filled with the responses required by various media for the oncoming Birthday ..

Life is never stationary .. it should be made that at times .. would be nice to get off the treadmill now and then ..

It’s PINK all over .. is it not …  and the well wishers have been extraordinary .. love to all for all that you do for me .. really !!

My love as ever ..



Amitabh Bachchan

#0070 「本質」

最近は家族写真ばかりを撮っています。むしろそれしか撮れてないと言った方が正しいくらい。作品だとか、アーティスティックだとか、そんな概念からは遠く離れてしまったのですが、この家族の成長記録にこそ、写真の本質が隠れているのではなかろうか、そんな気がしてなりません。

DAY 2865

Sandbanked, Middle of IO            Feb  4/5,  2016           Thu/Sat  12:50 am




Birthday - EF - Ramesh Kumar Churiwal , Tripti Srivastava , Valorie Lynne Adams

Friday, February 5, 2016

For all of you that inhabit this space, our wishes go out to you .. we are in prayer and wishes for the ultimate life I would wish for you to lead ..and so say the entire EF …


That sail in the distance .. that shadow of a setting sun .. the family by your side .. a gentle rocking of the waves on the Catamaran .. and chatter of life and days gone by ..

That is what unfolds .. at the moment ..

Its Abhishek’s birthday .. his 40 th .. and just the other day we had screamed in the corridors of the Breach Candy Hospital, trying to smoke a cigar, some champagne to the staff till late in the night .. when he was born !!

This formal tie suited image of some cover magazine had ever invited notice .. not from others on him, but on him to the others .. and this is the life he has desired and works for ..

Cannot imagine the passage of time when his strapping self sits by your side in conversation and laughter and music and gadgetry and information of all that stumbles along this very vast empire of cinema in India ..

For me it is still the two-finger-in- mouth idle, seated by the steps of the house, or playing field that remains in vivid memory of this my son .. and all the auspicious greetings that has come to him from the Ef is greatly appreciated and loved .. thank you ever so much …

The new destination grows on one not in any immediacy  .. it struggles with you .. and its demanding nature keeps pinning you down in the battle of the presence and game value .. but it is the divine experience that keeps running though the brain, and the lament of why not an earlier visit ..

Sound sounds different in the silence of an evening .. or in the rush of the morning .. but whatever its wealth, it is the strange feeling of being able to hear yourself breathe that truly describes what has been missed in life ..

And on the midnight of the 4th/5th a private celebration to bring in the birthday of our progeny .. the fire ‘happy birthday’ the exception …

Good night and wishes for a pleasant day ahead .. love to all 

Amitabh Bachchan