Anju ki chudai story

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In March, I got a chance to work with filmmaker Sanjay Leela Bhansali right after he made Gangubai Kathiawadi, and Alia Bhatt, playing the titular character in the film, retweeted me.
The headline (in my head) was going to be, ‘The Boy From Kamathipura Goes To Bhansali Mandi.’
Then reality struck in April.
One of my closest friends Sweta called me from the Shivapuri National Park near Kathmandu and put me on speaker. Two other friends Mona and Ayush were listening to the WhatsApp call.
‘How’s it going with Bhansu?’ Sweta asked.
‘We are not working together anymore,’ I said.
‘Whaaaaaaaat?’ the three people shrieked, creating a wavy disturbance in audio frequency.
‘Whyyyyy?’ they cried, collectively anguished.
‘He said he is not feeling the vibes.’
‘What?’
‘Vibes,’ I said aloud, causing a seismic tremor in the audio frequency.
‘What vibes?’ Sweta jibed, ‘Maybe he can’t feel the vibrator.’
Laughter upped the vibes.
First, a little context on how I got that far. Check this, this, this & this.
So my tweets were going viral in February-March.
In the second week of March, a woman DM’d me saying she loves the tweets. I said thank you. She said she works at Bhansali Productions.
Whoopsie Daisy!
I asked if I could be a part of the production. She checked with SLB and team. He said he wants to meet now.
NOW!
How?
I was in Calcutta.
I called an actor friend in Bombay and told him about it.
“They will book your tickets and put you up in 5-star,” he said, “Like Hollywood.”
“This is Bhansaliwood,” I said, “Yahan dhanda hamesha manda hai.”
I flew (on my own expense) and met him.
I was ‘prepared’ by his team for the meeting with His High and Mightiness.
I was told:

Arre, then what do I say?
I sashayed in a brown kurta and white linen trousers. Please see Madhuri Dixit-Nene’s brown ghagra for aesthetic reference I used from my very limited wardrobe of the only kurta I had at the time. By the way, the chorus sings ‘Jhanak Jhanak Payal Baaje,’ aesthetically referencing you know what, right?
He was lunching with his minions (strictly calling them minions from his pov) when I arrived in his pristine white dining hall in a building called Magnum Opus. Where else should he reside, no? Both his house, and his office (where I was ‘prepared’ earlier) were tastefully done in creamy white.
It was, as I said to my friend later, like walking into a cumulus cloud, or like sitting on his favourite singer Lata Mangeshkar’s lap. Calm, serene and quite surreal. I was inside his snow globe. Violins from a Bach concerto (in my head) were replaced with say Madan Mohan’s doleful rendition of ‘Mai ri main ka se kahoon peedh apne jiya ki.’ (Side effect of writing this on Mother’s Day.)
I look for books when I enter a house for signs of intelligent life. There were lots of lamps and candelabras but where were the stacks of books they were perched on? The aesthetic was high on film set disposable kitsch. I stared into a cumulative void.
The minions were intensely debating Darjeeling momos. What’s that? I spent my childhood there. Never heard of this GI tag!
SLB relished his meal and said, “I want puranpoli today.”
Puranpoli appeared not out of thin air, but a house-help flipping wishes instantly on a griddle on the fifth floor. We were on the first floor. Although the puranpoli is shaped like a flying saucer, it doesn’t fly, perhaps burdened by the weight of excess ghee and crowd-pleasing expectation. It does, however, reach SLB’s plate at the speed of light.
‘Give him some,’ he asked a minion to serve me while I waited on the sofa.
‘I’ve had lunch, thank you,’ I said, trying to behave. The plate arrived. I took a mousy bite to exhibit my failing attempt to transform into a champion minion.
When he came to chat, he noticed the unfinished food and gently reminded me how there were days he went hungry. I should have rolled my eyes for my own lean days.
‘One should not waste food,’ he said.
‘I don’t,’ I said, ‘I was going to parcel it home in a doggy bag.’
Hearing the word doggy, his well-behaved dog came over to inspect me.
He observed me. I petted her perfunctorily. Am a cat person. Stereotypical writer stuff — allergic to undesired petting and attention.
‘So, what have you done?’ he asked, sitting on a sort of empire-style bergere chair. Full marks for faux-ornate.
‘A novel, some writing for a series,’ I said nervously, dismissively.
‘Anything I might have seen?’ he asked.
‘No, not worthwhile.’
‘Are you interested in direction also?’
‘No, am not delusional.’
A moment passed. I might have displayed an errant repartee.
‘I mean, I can only write, or am trying to,’ I said. L’esprit de l’escalier.
He gave me a spiel on writing, how screenplay is an art not many understand, etc, et cetera.
I nodded to make his voice disappear.
‘What are you writing now?’
I showed him the cover of my new book, The Last Courtesan, featuring my mother, on my phone.
‘Oh, this is so fascinating,’ he said.
He spoke rapturously about Calcutta’s great food and colonial architecture when I mentioned growing up in Bowbazar kothas. If you watch any of his interviews now on YouTube you will realise he only speaks in raptures. He’s always explaining things like an impassioned conductor at a dime-store opera. It can exhaust the boorish audience immediately. He spoke about living in the Kamathipura area as a child when I said I had lived there. The mythmaker was interested in exoticising his own legend as an ‘outsider’.
‘But how will you work here if your mother is in Calcutta?’ he said, ‘I am a maa-ka-bhakt.’
Everything is about him or his mother. I have reached that stage too, though only by circumstances unavoidable.
‘Actually it was my mother who asked me to come here. I told her it would only work out if you understand that I will have to vacillate between the two cities initially. Jaise Sanjay ki Leela hai, waise meri Rekha.’
Corny dialogue, but worked. No one calls him by his first name, except perhaps his own mother. He is sir for everyone.
‘If I am speaking to you for so long means I like you,’ he said. ‘Otherwise, I would have asked you to leave long ago.’
Barely five minutes into the conversation, he asked me to return to his office and inform his team that I was going to be a part of his writer’s room.
I went back to his office and read a script. This is the part I cannot mention. His legal team sits in the adjacent room.
I flew to Calcutta and was to return after a week. I had to make arrangements for my mother’s tri-weekly dialysis sessions at a nearby hospital, figure out a tiffin-delivery service for her, find a house help (she sent four nurses scurrying in the past), all of which is a bit of a task in this retrograde city.
Remember the woman who had DM’d me about my tweets? She messaged. She had met SLB after my meeting. He said this about me: ‘What a wonderful find. That boy has so much potential and is talented. Most importantly, he is sensitive.’
I told her I’d get this engraved on my tombstone.
Like how he wants to take Alia Bhatt’s golchakkar in Dholida to his grave.
“It’s a shot that I will take to my grave. If there’s any shot that I want to be played when I breathe my last, it would be Alia doing that shot. It is the best thing I have seen an actor do in a very long, long time.”
I was only emulating the high priest of hyperbole in my tombstone comment. Perhaps I was regressing into a minion.
I had only managed a few tasks for mother when I was back in Bombay. It worried me that the old, frail woman with shaky limbs and slurred speech was trying to be brave to send me to work. I hadn’t worked since the pandemic; she was in and out of hospitals so frequently that I had surrendered the thought of getting another job ever again. Taking care of her was my full-time job.
The first day in his office was to chill in my new, aesthetically pleasing kurta I had shopped for in Gariahat. There was a security camera in every corner that was apparently accessible on his phone. My skin tingled with this information. Chilled. He was at home. Probably watching. That’s a great way to create a myth.
The next day, there were more minions on the lunch table in his first floor apartment. The magically appearing steamy and fragrant sheera was delicious. A minion deemed it the best sheera in the city. I nodded to make that statement evaporate.
A courier boy interrupted for a document signature. SLB flared at a spelling mistake in the document papers.
‘Go wash your face and come back,’ he yelled at the young man.
The minions at the table laughed nervously. I so wished I was wearing a mask to cover my surprise emoji face.
The minions on the table were writers and assistant directors.
‘Dastavez,’ SLB said, ‘would that be correct to use?’
‘Kaaghzaat,’ the minion replied.
‘Kaaghzaat is paper, dastavez is document,’ said the second minion.
‘You always mislead me,’ SLB sternly reprimanded the first minion. ‘Don’t ever do that again.’
Only that minion tried to laugh, offering an apology. He shut the minion down.
My mask, my mask emoji face.
A third minion was sulking in a corner before I arrived for the writing session. This minion had reportedly offered a script suggestion, which he disliked and barked down. I liked this minion the most. Relatable.
A faint noise of a person running or perhaps just a rumbling sound from somewhere outside interrupted the room. He looked up at the ceiling and said, ‘No one lives there. Am certain it is a ghost. I hear running sounds all the time. I have heard sounds of furniture being dragged.’
I wondered if he actually believed in half the things he uttered, or was he just saying it to create enigma about himself. Mythical thoughts certainly kept him preoccupied.
Reality bored him. SLB had nothing good to say about the ‘current plague’ of South Indian films upsetting the Bollywood cartel. He compared them to a circus. He wasn’t kind to the actors he had worked with in his last film. He cracked lame jokes about everyone and everything. The minions laughed and kept him busy. I chuckled a few times to blend in. The mythmaker revelled in his prophesies about the impending doom of charlatans with no aesthetics: just crass, commercial peddlers pimping art. It was all said to amuse and bemuse while he fussed over the yellow shade of fabric from several swatches.
When he left for his music session, the minions bitched him out, and how! All the horror stories I had heard over the years about his moods, behaviour, language and violent temper were true. How else will he create myth about himself as a maestro? The Glomar response. Let the plebs indulge in hearsay. I will neither confirm nor deny. The minions sang effigy songs in happy tunes, if I may stretch this part a bit like his penchant for high camp.
That night, when I went to my actor friend’s house, where I was temporarily staying, I said to him, ‘I don’t think I will last a week there.’
I was rattled by how he spoke to the courier boy and the minions, with no filter. Well, at least it was clear he had no tact, endearing as that might be of a ‘genius’ if one compromises with his erratic behaviour. The CEO of his company does it beautifully and advises to develop a ‘thick hide’ around him. Cows, essentially.
Verve
The words genius, great, master, maverick, were so loosely bandied by his office staff even in his absence that I was tempted to add auteur, if they could spell or pronounce it. They worked in perpetual fear of him turning up at any hour and checking on their tidiness. A minion whined she wasn’t dressed appropriately for his surprise visit. Once, he even cut pay for unscheduled leave, said another minion. A minion narrated a shot he copied from a photographer in Gangubai Kathiawadi. Another minion recounted how he made her cry on shoot by screaming at her for a silly mistake. Minions couldn’t leave the office till his evenings were scheduled. It was a well-paying job so long as they did not have to see ‘chacha’s’ face and only applaud his cinematic sorcery.
His office team would assign me desk-work and warn me not to inform him about it.
‘What am I supposed to say if he asks?’
‘Make up something,’ I was told.
‘Why should I?’
‘You will slowly understand,’ I was told.
His team of assistants would sneak around me. I didn’t know who was reporting what back to him. He would interrogate the management team. They would lash out at me for informing the assistants. The management wanted to control me a certain way because ‘sir’ does not need to know everything. It was quite a guessing game. He had created an ecosystem of complete chaos and loved the hubbub. New people were hired for him to use the ‘new energy’ to rekindle the ‘old energy’ that needed to be reminded it could be snuffed out and replaced. He thrived on confusion because it all boiled down to him to sort out the mess. He was the provider so long as the minions ingratiated and served their grand master.
One time he called me upstairs, what his CEO called the god’s chamber aka the Shahenshah’s durbar: his office on the seventh floor. Walls were lined with giant posters of his films. We minions sat on the fifth floor. I was of course by now a week old in the toady mill. On the seventh floor, production team members, set designer, director assistant, young people sat on the floor, armed with notebooks and laptops, alert and sugar-tongued. He sat on a throne and dictated each one about their duty. A masseur massaged his leg. He asked me what I thought of a script. I said it was lovely. He asked me to elaborate. I said I liked a character’s resolve. He denied it was written. I said that’s my interpretation. A minion promptly backed me.
‘What changes do you suggest?’ he asked.
‘We should sit on it collectively and decide,’ I said.
He mumbled something. My suggestion was dismissed. I was dismissed. I bowed out. A minion whispered to me, ‘We all walk on eggshells around him.’ I had to be a chicken in a coop I suppose.
Another time he dismissed my suggestion for a scene saying, ‘That’s not how art is made.’ I had referenced a scene from Bandit Queen to illustrate my point. Just like his entire oeuvre is homage to a classic. How else does he make his art?
Allow me to illustrate with a frame from his first film Khamoshi: The Musical. The second image is from Pakeezah.
Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam references Red Beard, Woh 7 Din.
Devdas references Pakeezah more than once.
Black references The Miracle Worker.
Saawariya references Pyaasa, Awaara.
Guzaarish references Whose Life Is It Anyway?
Goliyon Ki Raasleela: Ram-Leela references Franco Zeffirelli’s Romeo and Juliet, West Side Story.
Bajirao Mastani references Mughal-E-Azam.
Padmaavat references Mirch Masala.
Gangubai Kathiawadi, let’s give him the benefit of doubt is all his own, original artistry.
The American filmmaker Jim Jarmusch once meta quoted the French filmmaker Jean-Luc Godard when he said:
“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery — celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from — it’s where you take them to.”
SLB believes he takes art and betters it, removing the grubby coat of slime from the sublime, often not concerned with acknowledging the source. He is a master’s master, elevating it to an otherworldly experience, the creator of a mythoverse.
He asked me to rewrite a scene I didn’t agree with. He banged the script folders on the table like a petulant, little child. I watched his posture change into a frump. Tiger Shroff’s ‘Bacchi ho kya,’ dialogue comes to mind.
‘You are talking like those critics who find fault but don’t know how to write. They should write the film,’ he said.
That argument will never make sense to me but since I write movies now and not just about them, I rewrote the scene in half an hour and showed it to him. He found it rubbish.
I was not called to the writer’s room for a week.
His CEO said I should go to his house; hang around him, like the other assistants whose only purpose in life is to feed his ego. We are slaves to his vision, she said. She thought I was a better writer than the team he had assembled. ‘From whatever I read, only three lines of your work on social media, I could sense it,’ she said.
Either she was encouraging, or bluffing with a perfectly Zen face. From the hundreds of Ganesh idols stacked in her room, it was clear she wasn’t a reader. She was good at reading numbers, data, and stats. She would sense a sign if one of the metal idols sucked milk from a spoon on the day she enquired about box –office figures.
There was more than one right-wing hardliner in his office. Secular staff was invisible. A pretty minion in baby pink t-shirt, whose main grouse was that another minion called him a Barbie doll, said he was happy with the Modi government building roads in his home state Bihar. Another minion countered him by asking: What about the persecution of minorities by the same government? The pretty minion said he didn’t care for that. He was assisting ‘sir’ because he wanted to be an actor. Which lead me to wonder how many Muslim actors has this production worked with? Silly of me to think, right? Given that I myself don’t use my Muslim surname. I’ve now successfully planted a myth in your head. That’s how it works.
In the time that I was in Versova during my brief stint at Bhansali Productions, I met several people with their own SLB horror story. A producer said, ‘He is a difficult man but life changes for good after you work with him. Some people want to go through hell first. Life bann jaati hai.’ I didn’t understand why purgatory was necessary. Another former assistant said, ‘When you work with the worst (SLB) and the best (KJO), you are ready for the rest.’
A young woman gave him a thesis she wrote on his films. He asked her to write a book on her. She said she wanted to assist as a director. She never heard from him. A filmmaker said SLB was too friendly with another assistant, suggesting intimacy. A writer wasn’t given credit in a film.
Another writer was promised his script will be turned into a film but it never took off and now he feels his life has been ruined. A young filmmaker’s debut movie SLB produced was delayed, not promoted, and called ‘kachra’ to his face.
The young man said SLB is sexist, homophobe, classist, fat shamer, emotional abuser, and a body shamer. “He is a joyless pit of darkness where happiness goes to die. And those are the nicest words I can think of to describe him,” he said. Another filmmaker said a choreographer was in a relationship with SLB and wanted to marry him but he wouldn’t even touch her, a hotly discussed conversation amongst his minions.
Everything sounds hokum. A successful man is likely to upset a few. The few will talk. Their words may ring true through a gossamer veil of implausibility. Myths magnifying his persona.
There are too many myths about his personal life, aroused by his silence on the subject but all too obvious in his work. When people want to confirm with me, I am equally appalled at their lack of aesthetics. Like the great reader of curtains, Edgar Allan Poe, you only have to look at SLB’s use of billowy curtains in films to guess.

Above stanza, courtesy Poe, poem: The Raven.
Hope you get the drift, or draft, hawa ka jhonka! By the way, am digressing now, is the weirdly named character Sameer Rosselline in Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam the first mainstream Hindi film hero to pass wind? The ruffled curtains are first to be cautioned though.
Unlike most people willing to swallow their pride to work with SLB, few like the eponymous Gangubai character choose izzat. The house-help employed in my actor friend’s house was asked to work as a cook in his house. When she heard the whimsy, dessert-craving demands, she declined the offer. I identify with her no-nonsense style.
In November 2021, a filmmaker read a film script I wrote and said, ‘This is SLB territory. Only he can make it. It is the modern love-story he has been wanting to make for a long time.’
‘Are you sure?’ I asked, somewhat flattered but also bewildered.
‘Yes, we just have to change the setting from Calcutta-Bombay to Calcutta-New York. It is what he has been trying to crack. I’ll get him to read it.’
I never spoke to SLB about my script. I did not want to look like a schemer. I had only got a chance because of my mother’s story. I had come to write courtesan songs. Hindi films are recognised by their songs. His films have show tunes that live on long after the sequins and mirrors reflect a decadent style. He employs the old-fashioned method of making Hindi films, which is to stitch scenes around a song, not the other way round. And when you glean your references from the best of classical melodies, how can you falter?
My own SLB story is that after watching Saawariya in 2007, I wrote a few songs, moved to Bombay, lived in Versova, close to Magnum Opus, and hoped to meet him, but made no effort even though I came in close contact with people who worked directly with him. I never requested for a meeting. Over the years, I too had heard a few horror stories about him. I only believe in what I see. I waited when he would call for me, my work would have to speak for itself.
A day before Good Friday, his CEO sat me down and said it’s not working out.
There’s a mythical story of how Lata Mangeshkar was on her way to record a song for SLB but the heavens poured and she had to turn her car back. A typical SLB frame of hope and hopelessness.
Never work with your idols. You’ll have a better story to imagine and create myths.
I was so relieved to leave. I hadn’t got a moment to read, or write, let alone think since I got here. Why I wanted to work with SLB was to not believe in hearsay. I will either confirm or deny.
‘Great,’ I said, ‘everyone deserves an off on Good Friday.’
The office was unsure about public holidays. SLB’s mood dictated the calendar.
Before returning to Calcutta, I met a friend entrenched in the film business.
When she heard of the fiasco, she said, ‘I’ve heard he is very anal, is he?’
The vibrator jokes never stop.

First of all, let me clear out a few things.

• I'm not a stan of any contestant and I'll try not to have a bias towards anyone while i post this.
• I'm not criticising anyone for their personality but mostly for their hypocritical actions & words which is negatively impacting the show and majorly spoiling the vibes.
• I know this is gonna be long, i might miss out a few points which you can add in comments , so please bear with me.
• Mods, I'm not breaking any rules or abusing anyone here. Just stating my observations.
• I'll state the good points too which i like about everybody. The neagtives & the positives keep changing with every epsisode. So this is limited to what is up so far.
• I'll keep the content limited to what i see in episodes as i don't follow the recent insta controversies much.

Siwet : - Avoids situations & conversations and try to avoid any actual blames with some past stories or fake sympathies. - Always up for fighting people in dome and get aggressive which is sooo overdone. - Let Anica speak ffs! - Call yourself a "performer" only when you actually perform ! - "Addy tune baakiyo ko pitch ki toh tujhe nahi liya" Wtf bro ?

• He tries to respect bonds, goes on a limb to save Aniket & Ayushman as much as he could. Did addy dirty a couple of times though.
• Although everybody plans and plots, but plays game on face more than other contestants rather than hiding behind.

Anica : - Stop victimising yourself so much that your emotions start looking washed out. - Grow out of the dependant personality. - "Brooo" and the 🤌🏻🤌🏻 are irritating af.

• Haven't fucked up any task as such.
• She doesn't bitch any wrong things about Lakshay and tries to maintain good relations which i find nice.

Digvijay : - Stop with the hypocrisy! "Mai toh bolunga beech me" & "mere beech me mat bol" is plane stupid. - Although all ex-roadies & TRP contestants are getting majorly favoured, but his looks very clear with the out of nowhere saves & unfair ideal match contender when he was literally standing unsafe. - Stop using your friends (nayera to save, then demotivating her for dome which was logically right but could have been said subtly) (Gullu to write his name and then dumping her) (Akriti to save him and not sending her to den which i really loved tho XD ) - However true it maybe as well know, but calling out Prince to de-justify any other's spot was just purely out of jealousy and spite when he literally tried to do the same in roadies and outside.

• Plays game straight forward out of all the others.
• Beast performer
• Good at logics and strategies (asking Nayera not to go to the dome which almost eliminated Sachin if not for the twist) ik i contradicted myself but he could have talked it out better.
• Never said anything wrong about his ex.

Unnati : - although almost all the couples are fake and were pre-planned but having a bf outside and still coming to the show is a big NO NO ! - stop being so insecure dragging ishita in everything needs to stop when digvijay & ishita are literally showing no affections to each other (although i get the emotions & bringing exes was the whole point of this but still) - Crybaby over having no friends what?!

• Chose a good partner is all i can say lol.

Addy : - STOP flexing your steroids , losing temper every two seconds. - Grow a spine, "mai kabhi task nahi karunga iske saath" to "meri marzi mai jo karu"

• Might turn out to be a good performer in strength based task, haven't had any yet.
• Having survived so far and would survive further which is expected despite being all this stupidity, I'll count as a plus idk xD

Kashish : - Stop being so horny all the time ffs, it's soo cringe. - This fake sophisticated queen aura needs to be stopped.

• Doesn't fear to call out people . Be it akriti , yuvraj or even his own connection sometimes.
• Good performer so far.
• vamp vibes me likey.

Lakshay : - Same as unnati, having a gf and coming to the show is a NO NO for me. - Again like addy, stop making diggy papa and grow a spine. (Asking for chances to save and then giving them to diggy taking others for a fool) - However bitter your past relation maybe, but don't let Diggy disrespect your ex infront of you or everyone when you say you respect her. - Speak more bruh.

• Most well mannered among any other guy. Calm minded, lets people speak to the point of literally getting walked over.
• Haven't spoke shit about any people in the game.
• Supports his friends.

Ruru : - Unneccessary baseless shouting in last dome was such a turn off exactly like Divyansh.

• Tough mentality.
• Nice vibes , cute.

Sachin : - Literally a dumb character, lost half of the times, fucks up tasks . - cries more than needed ( he was done dirty in the court room tho) - Confused with connections and goes for the ones which makes no sense ( like deekila who was already messed up with aniket & even the personalities are so poles apart) . good that he finally paired up now. - Either defend your connection or just call her out for her fuckup, don't try to play both sides. (court room digvijay i love you drama)

• Genuine overall. Tries to maintain good relations with everyone and does less groupism than other people.
• Sweet & gonna rock in dance & entertainment & town-market wale tasks (if there any) probably.

Akriti : - Most cringe contestant of the whole show. - Majorly favoured by the show be it ideal match or screentime or VDs. - Crybaby max. Cry over sachin, cry over diggy allegations, cry over not being able to go to Loveden, cry over people calling her put and i can go on. - stop speaking in between everybody ffs. (she does it way far more than siwet & diggy) - Stop acting like a queen ffs it's so cringe. - stop with your "Maine aapko favour kiya aap mujhe favour lautao" . mat karo bhai favour fir . - Acts like a mastermind by saving diggy and then crying about it and bringing it up everytime.

• favours friends which is good in splitsvilla ig? (throwing hearts wala task where everybody was trying to show themselves neutral just for screen)
• understands vote in , vote outs and numbers game a little better.

Jashwant : - Stop with haan-ji, correct , ekdum sahi, bilkul, agreed and have your own opinions. - Stop with the cringe romantic one liners . - Speak more bruh (but speak sensible) and speak for yourself. You're not your partners' ambassador.

• Good genes lol
• Laidback, chill.

Nayera : - Stop milking your 2 day fling for such drama and sympathy (although it was need of the show and she finally got over it but still) - Stop crying and showing how you got hurt & ruined and then call it chewing gum and stuff. double standards.

• Goes out on a limb for friends. Values relations over playing double sides.
• Beast performer.

Harsh : - Most cringe contestant after Akriti. Stop with this King-Queen bullshit. - Stop acting like you're playing neutral when you're actually playing both sides (dono side jaake chugli karna) - Stop hyping up yourself as morally correct using feminism and fairness. (court room , tasks and dome votes)

• Somehow gets the best girls wtf

Rushali : - What a poor choice of guy lol + Elegant. Well behaved. Carries herself well. Dresses beautifully and talks graciously.
Shobhika - Again, having a bf and coming to the show ? NOPE. - Cried when called out by yuvraj and legit ran away from the set? - Does nothing and is basically female ayushman lol.

• somehow has the best friends to save her everytime.
• chill, laidback, cute .

Ishita : - Going and fighting to stand between Diggy and unnati in ex-isle was so weird to watch (although she was been told by uorfi)

• Nice personality overall. always respects diggy and never bitches about him.

Yuvraj : - Does he really understand the concept of the show? You have to make a connection to move forward lol.

• Dresses cool. Genuine and great personality and styling sense.
• Most chill and laidback (after lord Rigden ofcourse)

Adit : - Please grow a spine and stop having a herd mentality. - not fit for the politics and the dirties of the show.

• Great vibes, pretty chill, funny.

Khanak: - Stop following the herd mentality again. - Despite even knowing the other connections are fake and theirs are genuine, it somehow seems faker than the others?

• Carries herself well.
• Gives proper sophisticated NRI vibes (unlike kashish & shobhika. idk if they're for sure)

Ameha : - Idk. speak more? hide less. + Cutest of all. Dresses and carries herself well. + Most bearable nepali contestant amongst all. (it has nothing to do with race. it just how she carries herself better than the rest)
Devakaran : - speak more , hide less in crowd maybe ? + Old school gentlemen vibes.
Arbaaz : - Being married and coming to the show? NOPEEEE. - Romance is so dead and fake . cringe.

• No drama . Speaks as much needed and somehow still not hides in the crowd and have a more opinionated stand than adit & devkaran.

Aniket : - Major toxicity alert! Messed up relationship, mean vibes and much controlling. + Maintains calm even when provoked . Tries not to involve people in his messed up connection (his fuckups actually) .
Deekila : - Dependant personality pro max. - Irritating to the ears once she starts shouting. + Forgiving aniket after whatver was revealed to us is the only truth takes heart and if she takes step to fix it , it's heartening to see. (although it's toxic and wrong but still)
Lastly, i feel like this calling out was much needed. Akriti hate on this sub is justified, Digvijay worshipping is going too much and needs to be called out for his hypocrisy but i think is this sub is filled with his insta supporters now, dewangini-divyansh stupidity was needed to be called out for, ayushman and rigden hype is a yesss, nayera is underrated and siwet turns his unneccessary hate into completely neccessary with each episode and instagram oustide the show. and i think people Sorry, not sorry. Feel free to add any if i missed or you don't agree to.

I grew up in a normal middle-class Sanatani home, and my mother used to make me recite Hanuman chalisa and Shiv chalisa as a child; but, as I grew older, I became more interested in science and thus rejected Hinduism and gods. After school, I traveled to another city for coaching and met several Kashmiri Muslims; when I told them I didn't believe in God, they began talking garbage about Hindu gods, and I used to tell my mother the same things they told me. In my family, everyone was religious except my father. My father was a devoted sanatani, yet he never prayed or visited temples, but the female members did. When I began to question their beliefs, they responded to my queries without becoming angry and welcomed me as an atheist. After finishing my coaching, I came to Chandigarh and met my bhangi roommates, who used to smoke pot and listen to shiv bhajans. That was the lowest time in my life; I had just discovered that my boyfriend of three years was cheating on me and he was also very abusive towards me. I was terrified to leave him, and I wanted he would change. After 6 months, I started smoking with them and became addicted. I still smoke occasionally. After a year, when I eventually left my then-boyfriend, I returned home for two months. I was depressed and had frequent thoughts of suicide; when I informed my mother about this, she encouraged me to resume praying, but I was uninterested. One day, she started this conversation in front of my father, and let me tell you what his response was. I still remember this conversation word to word 😂
“Manu(my nick name) beta bhut kuch aisa h jise sun kar lgta h ki aisa kuch nhi h maut k baad andhera h lekin kbhi lgta h k koi toh param shakti h jo yeh dunia chla rhi h. Bhut kuch hume aisa dikhega jo bhut neech h or vo paramatma k kahe ya likhe niyam nhi ho skte h or bhagwan ne agr hum sahi galat ki pehchan di h to dharam k naam pr apni us budhi ka use na krna bevkoofi h. Tum pdhe likhe bachche ho tumhe pta h kya man na h kya nhi or kya galat h kya sahi. Jaise tumhe mera sahara h k mai sb smbhal lunga aise hi mujhe mere papa ka b tha or unke chle jane k baad mujhe ab bhagwaan ka h.
Or agr nhi krni pooja mt kro maine b kbhi nhi ki mai kisi b andh vishwas mai yakeen nhi krta kyuki mujhe pta h yeh sb insaan ka likha h uske apne mtlb k liye. Tum apne karam saaf rkho tumhe pooja krne ki zaroorat nhi h.
Yeh jo puraan aaj dunia pdhi h yeh koi humare hi poorwaj the (we are kashmiri pandits/brahmins) jinhe ek business idea aaya or ek nyi kitaab likh daali or logo be use pdhna shuru kr dia fr koi or aaya usne kuch or likh dala. Nye pooja k niyam bna die jahan pr g brahmin ka pooja krwana zroori h vrna bhgwan accept nhi krenge. To sara gandh hi humare brahmin samaj ne dala tha.
Mai b pooja krta agr mujhe sanskrit aati or mai ved pdh pata toh Mgr vo to aati hi nhi mujhe to mai to bs dhyan lga skta hu bhagwaan ka Tum b wahi kr k dekh lo agr dil mane toh
Or kya krna hai mandir ja k ek v ved ki knowledge ni hogi pandit ko Inse kundli dikhwa lo ya lakeere pdhwa lo. Sb drama h inko kuch ni pta dharam kya h sb k sb chor hai koi zaroorat ni kahin jane ki apna sachche dil se om ka jap kro dhyan lgao sb theek ho jaega yeh umar nhi h andh vishwas mai pdne ki”
He was a member of RSS but left for personal reasons. He believed in karma and had never done anything wrong on purpose. He was adored by both society and his family. He died in Corona, on Ekadasi. In Sanatan, it is believed that a person who dies on the day of ekadasi goes immediately to paradise, and there are people who fast on every ekadasi in order to die on ekadasi and go straight to heaven, but my father never fasted; instead, he would disapprove of my mother for doing karwachauth and so on. He celebrated all of the festivities, most notably Diwali.
He would read us stories from our holy texts for moral purposes. I live according to his teachings. I believe in both Sanatan dharma and God. I don't conduct any puja, but I do recite Hanuman Chalisa since it brings me calm. Despite the fact that we keep numerous purans at home, I have never read one. My mother still performs pooja but has quit reading purans. Yes, we acknowledge that our forefathers have done wrong to society, particularly those who belong to the SC society. However, according to my study, I belong to kashyap gotra (lineage of sage Kashayapa of Kashmir), and I have a friend who is SC and has kashyap gotra. We are both from the same gotra (lineage), but have distinct castes, implying that castes were once determined by one's occupation. I wish to learn Sanskrit and read the Vedas without any changes to the writings. Despite the difficulty of interpreting the ancient sanskrit used in the Vedas, I want to successfully translate it word for word without errors.
And I enjoy it when atheists and anti-sanatanis post such verses from our Puranas. Their writing, as much as their beliefs, should be criticized. Only then will we be able to revive our Vedic culture. People nowadays are so into shortcuts that they will do or believe anything under the false pretense of appeasing the god. Another factor, as we all know, is the sacrifice tradition in Hinduism.
Another brief story.
So we had this idol of a local devi in our house, and my grandmother worshiped her, as did all of our raina (my surname) neighbours. Some families were dissatisfied with their financial situation and turned to a so-called pandit. That pandit ordered them to perform a puja including a goat sacrifice in the same house where Devi resides. The next day, they all came to my house and told us everything and asked us to make arrangements for the puja. My father and grandmother denied this, and they tried to convince them, but in vain.
So, after a few days, they warned us that they would take the idol and place it in someone else's home. I remember my grandmother crying because she had worshiped that idol for 50 years. Our neighbours began arguing with us, and eventually my father gave up and let them take the idol. These neighbours did the so-called puja. They killed an innocent soul under the name of Pooja, and everyone ate it. Neither of my family members attended that puja. My mother continues to pray to that Devi. We make parsaad (a vegetarian dish). And my neighbor's financial situation is considerably worse now 😂😂
And being religious has its own benefits. For example, my mother never allowed us to keep a pet. My father used to love dogs, but he stopped keeping pets after he lost his dear Cheenu, our 16-year-old dog. My brother and I are animal lovers. We used to feed stray animals, but my mother would never let them inside the home. She made extra rotis for them every day, but she didn't want to keep them in the house. So one day, a pandit informed me that I have an ongoing shani dasha, which is why I am always depressed. My mother researched different cures and discovered that feeding dogs reduces the effects of shani dasha. She attempted to keep my stray dog Tyson inside the house, but my baby was too independent to stay inside. He cried at night, so we had to let him go. So I asked my mother if I may bring a puppy home, and she agreed under the condition that I take care of it. But I shifted to another city after three months, and she took care of him. We lost Jacob because of to the negligence of a vet. So, following Jacob's death, my mother made it clear that no other pet would ever enter this house. We are allowed to feed the strays, but none enter the house's gates. After a few months, I saw an adoption post for a lost black labrador dog and told my mother that the effect of Shani Dasha would be reduced only if I took care of a black dog, and that a black dog is the vahaan (riding) of Kaal Bhairav, to which she agreed. She named the dog Scooby, and she adores him more than me. She loves him so much that she fed him chicken and bone broth while he was sick. So, yeah, being religious has some perks.

Oj, upam, da je tu kaksen strucko ali pa vsaj uboga dusa, ki je sla cez podobno situacijo in mi zna pomagat.
Long story short, crkne mi wifi, js grem neki preklaplat omrezne kable v modemu, seveda ga tut ugasnem in prizgem, nic. Dons si zrihtam en router, ga povezem in internet (wifi) dela, ampak dolocene spletne strani ne (primeri so t-2 tv2go, telekom, lpp vozni redi, itd.).
No kasneje ugotovim, da je spodnjim sosedom varovalko vn fuknl in se jim je izklopla elektrika, posledicno tut router, na katerga smo prklopleni. Dons zrihtano, se prklopm na ta router kjer sem bil ze dve leti gor in iste spletne strani ne delajo.
Od treh omreznih kablov v modemu sem pogruntu, ker je za internet in ga probu v vseh 8 kanalov na modemu vtaknit (brez drugih dveh kablov vtaknjenih v modem) na vsakmu ista zgodba, na treh pa internet sploh ne dela.
Valda klicu tehnicno podporo T2 in se noben ne oglasi, jebiga.
Ma kdo kaksno idejo, v cem je problem? A morem zadet neko kombinacijo vvkere kanale vtaknt vse 3 omrezne kable? Druga dva sploh ne vem kaj sta (TVja nimam).

ANSWER IS YES I AM IN 🫥
-yeah sab 10th mai start hota hai 9th tak toh bot aacha tha padhai mai but suddenly kam padhai karne ki wajah se mera thik tak no. aye it seems okay t me jab mera result aya 10th ka tab mai aur mera papa bank mai tha sudeenly papa ka pass phone aya result aagaya maine bank mai hi result check kiya i was shocked i got only 78% mera papa na mujhe bank mai sabka samne daat diya aur gharpe akee mujhe thode dande maare ab ate hai main story pa ab mai 11th mai tha sudenly my life changes pata nii kaise mi ek cool dude type ban gaya tha meri ek gf bhi bani lets name her disha starting mai hamara relation boht aacha chala [aacha batana bhul gaya usne mujhe poose kiya] badme mujhe uska asli rang dekkhne lage she was not the girl i ever wanted woh chote log aa sath rehti thi not in that sense ab kaise samjhau uska ek ex photo bf tha uski pic bhi leak ho gayi thi uska sath kiss karte hua which is okay phir usne meri ladai start karwadi woh ladka ladka mujhe aisa bolra hai waise bolra hai lte sedha kam karwati thi hamara thoda sexuall attachmment bhi tha badme ussi ki wajah se hamara break up ho gaaya 12th mai brreak up hua usne meri image school mai boht buri kardi jissa mera zeena haram kar diya tha hmari secret baatee saro ko bata diya karti thi meri imagge down karti rehti thi maine aaj tak uski baate kisi ko nahi batayi taki uski image kharab na ho but she did ab present mai ate hai i cleared 12th maine jee mains clear kar liya jaise taise mai boht avarage bacha tha school mai but drop year mai ho gaya jaise taise meri coaching na meri sari preparation kharab kardi uss coaching na mera moddules hi mera dono attempt ka baad diye woh bhi aadhe aur syllaubus bhi complete ni karwaya but now my parents are expecting from me to clear jee advance too which is not possible in just 40 days but mera parents nahi samajh rahe roj mujhhe boht sunate hai mera papa na meri 11th aur 12th dono kharab kardi gov. school mai lagake infact mera papa ne 12th mai mujhe jee bhi nii dena diya aur drop year mai apne pass rakhne ka chakkar mai kisi gandi sii coaching maii admission dilwa diya mera jan attempt mai 55 aye aur phir maine coaching chod di aur khude april atttempt mai padhai karke cuoff clear ki[that coaching ruined my career aur ab 25 bhi mang rahe hai bolre hai apki installment baki hai aur mera modules bhhi ni nera syllabus bhi complete nii karwaya]ab maai roj daaat khatta hu mujhe bola jata hai ki tu nikkama hai aur ab mujhe mera dost akee bolre hai meri ex -gf mera bare mai baate fela rahi hai but mai bhul chuka hu yeah sab par phir bhi yaas dila deta hai ab aisa lagra hai kuch nii bacha zindagi mai i think a really permanent sleep can fix me only you what i am talking about!!! bs ab kuch nii bacha 💌

Recently many of you might be shocked to see turks celebrating our students getting whooped by Kyrgyzstani goons.
But that's because you may not know how our relations soured. At the peak of ertugul craze islamist turks loved Pakistanis while liberals who wanted to distance from the country's then islamic positions hated us for celebrating what they consider a relic.
Anyway, islamist leaning people were in greater numbers and Turkey even facilitated Pakistani visas/travel.
Unfortunately, we did what we always do. Naam roshan kia.
There are countless videos like this of Pakistanis harassing Turkish women.
https://youtu.be/RA6eV3hEiTo?si=kZOp_LVWgIsdWN8y
It was worse on TikTok back in the day as people were filming asking women for time then giggling like little boys, filming closeups of women in jeans, etc.
I made the mistake of engaging by commenting k beghairato mulk ki izzat ka socho. My feed was flooded by hundreds of similar vids by other Pakistanis.
No surprise, Turkish Twitter erupted in anger. Their youngsters are already tired of being given islamic touch plus they got another reason to hate us and our ertugul-worshipping-women-harassing asses.
At the end of the day, Pakistan became an instant red flag for pretty much every Turk under 21
P.S. wait till the full story of Kyrgyzstan comes out. Remember it started with a few women getting harassed. Obviously dishing out collective punishment is horrible but we need to do something about our tharak

my biggest mistake was putting didi bhaiyas over teachers just because some guy was iitian and got a rank associated by few numbers which they got probably by their hardwork and coincidences which i judged and fllowing their footpath fucked my jee i am not blaming them but its my responsibily and judgement that i fucked,want to elaborate a little was not knowing about jee till 11th last enrolledd in board coaching as i got my first personal space and device + a little bit of freedom to roam a little bit got s distracted that not even at end day was able to study with my full potential before my boards got 78% in 12 and if i tell you not to flex that i got 97% in 10th boards and won state level maths olmpiad in 9th say yes i was bright enough you could say i was in 1 percent of my class till 10th not involved with any fucking social media a perfect timer waking at 4 going for jogs playing football in morning and to tell i was selected for playoffs for state team untial comes the 2020 the year of my downfall involved i gaming and all and yess somewhere i feel my parents provided more than i deserve every thing i asked they got those things on my table the next day i was having a gaming pc in class 9 when things just started got my ipad in 11th and as i have a brother i got myself a gaming laptop for personal use whatever i haven't used it fully till date so there was plenty of resourses with me but i had only wrong ideas to use it till here life goes good to tell you my parents dont care about my grades till last year (yes i am a dropper aage suno) then thaught kar lega itna overachieverr hai they probably dindnt know much abot jee and all till last year vey much so last year i got 68 %percentile my father asked me to take a addmission anywhere and continue my studies now whre the real downfall starts my all friends were taking drop for jee that where your heros of youtube come in with all iitbombay edits i was so overjoyed by hypes of iits and thiers aluminies that i convinced my parents to take drop he asked me where you want to study yes another climax went to kota for drop year statring of months were good i was so into studies i tell you igot in good routine here gave my first test got a pretty decent marks to my hyping oof iits got more higher but now the teachers started changing and as it was everything new for me i saw students who were previsiosly in kota and then took a drop started to leave classes and doing it on youtube i also went there yes things saterted to worsen got best backlogs you could imagine so nothing futher chapter i was able to study now here comes entry of agent 247 he speaks notes faad do gaand faad do ye kardo woh kardo prepration apne haath me lo maa chudaye coaching wale and yes i did it now padh to leta tha ques bhi bana leta tha ekk test me 187 marks aaye the fir kyuki pure hafte padha tha part test me here comes october relible se koi banda suciide karliya to test were dismised the only motivation for me to study was gone jeendal ki sankalp ki kabhi ye stategy kabhi wo plus kota ka distraction december me test hota hai got 56 marks samjh nahi aa raha kya karu left studies as got preety much fucked by kota food got food poisning and jaundice for 2 weeks fir jee jan attempts me jo aata tha jitna padha tha attempt karke aaya and got 76 percentile machudgayi plus exam bhi pada to kab 27 ki first shift mai bola aage dekhte hai went to coaching for revision waha pe aur dimag kharab kar diye teacher advnace mains ye woh kya karu samjh nai aya wo bhi chud gaya na marks aaye na test accha jaye now next 1 month sankalp mahamanushya shristi ranchna ke pramukh ki guidence wali series leli use padha seriously fir bhi aaye kitne 87 percentile now i am fucked to doo anything kah adddmision ho nahi rah drp barbad ho raha ghar wale dhokebaaz bol rahe ki tum kuch kiye hi nahi
COCLUSION FROM MY STORY

1. ghar walo ki baat mano haar cheez acch nahi hoti jo tum sochte ho unhone jyada duniya dekhi hai tumse

2.apna dimag kholo chutiyo ko pehchano
3.till my experince koi coaching koi material koi book apka selection garentee nahi karti karti hai to consistency one source of knowlege aur preseverence (dhirdhta ) there is nothing called hardwork you are not pilling stones mai bhi yahi bachchodi karta tha chud gaya roj padho thoda padho but every day think it like a food you will never miss it
4.i repeat sirf teachers ko follow karo there is differece between a coach and a player and player cannot teach you how to play a coach can player can win the trophies but only coach can teach you how you win trophies pleaese choose your mentors wisely iitians knew how they can crack jee they cannot tell you how to crack jee there is differnce in state of mind and understanding for each sometimes problem may look same but solutions are totaly different you cannot eat paracetamol to cure cancer every problem have diffrent solution so always prefer only teacher even he is at school level

1. stop following every didi bhaiya you see on social media tum uki college ki fees aur personal aminities ke liye rakhe gaye passive income ho sab saale bussiness minded hai aur apne tag ka paisa wassol rahe i repeat there is differce between you and people like me we get average points rather than topper because he follows teachers only and even someone got good through them its barely passing the cutoffs and most of times the effort of the kids .koyle me kabhi heera bhi mil jata hai.

6.use your mind meri to puri journey mistake lagti hai meri padh lena ho sakata hai kuch uniques galti mill jaye jo tum na karna if want a slight of help do dm shayad kuch help kardo guide nahi karpaunga overachiver nahi hu baki har saal admission kam ka hi hona hai to let them misguide compitition kam hi hoga

1. phone se duri agar selection hai jaruri

my biggest mistake was putting didi bhaiyas over teachers just because some guy was iitian and got a rank associated by few numbers which they got probably by their hardwork and coincidences which i judged and fllowing their footpath fucked my jee i am not blaming them but its my responsibily and judgement that i fucked,want to elaborate a little was not knowing about jee till 11th last enrolledd in board coaching as i got my first personal space and device + a little bit of freedom to roam a little bit got s distracted that not even at end day was able to study with my full potential before my boards got 78% in 12 and if i tell you not to flex that i got 97% in 10th boards and won state level maths olmpiad in 9th say yes i was bright enough you could say i was in 1 percent of my class till 10th not involved with any fucking social media a perfect timer waking at 4 going for jogs playing football in morning and to tell i was selected for playoffs for state team untial comes the 2020 the year of my downfall involved i gaming and all and yess somewhere i feel my parents provided more than i deserve every thing i asked they got those things on my table the next day i was having a gaming pc in class 9 when things just started got my ipad in 11th and as i have a brother i got myself a gaming laptop for personal use whatever i haven't used it fully till date so there was plenty of resourses with me but i had only wrong ideas to use it till here life goes good to tell you my parents dont care about my grades till last year (yes i am a dropper aage suno) then thaught kar lega itna overachieverr hai they probably dindnt know much abot jee and all till last year vey much so last year i got 68 %percentile my father asked me to take a addmission anywhere and continue my studies now whre the real downfall starts my all friends were taking drop for jee that where your heros of youtube come in with all iitbombay edits i was so overjoyed by hypes of iits and thiers aluminies that i convinced my parents to take drop he asked me where you want to study yes another climax went to kota for drop year statring of months were good i was so into studies i tell you igot in good routine here gave my first test got a pretty decent marks to my hyping oof iits got more higher but now the teachers started changing and as it was everything new for me i saw students who were previsiosly in kota and then took a drop started to leave classes and doing it on youtube i also went there yes things saterted to worsen got best backlogs you could imagine so nothing futher chapter i was able to study now here comes entry of agent 247 he speaks notes faad do gaand faad do ye kardo woh kardo prepration apne haath me lo maa chudaye coaching wale and yes i did it now padh to leta tha ques bhi bana leta tha ekk test me 187 marks aaye the fir kyuki pure hafte padha tha part test me here comes october relible se koi banda suciide karliya to test were dismised the only motivation for me to study was gone jeendal ki sankalp ki kabhi ye stategy kabhi wo plus kota ka distraction december me test hota hai got 56 marks samjh nahi aa raha kya karu left studies as got preety much fucked by kota food got food poisning and jaundice for 2 weeks fir jee jan attempts me jo aata tha jitna padha tha attempt karke aaya and got 76 percentile machudgayi plus exam bhi pada to kab 27 ki first shift mai bola aage dekhte hai went to coaching for revision waha pe aur dimag kharab kar diye teacher advnace mains ye woh kya karu samjh nai aya wo bhi chud gaya na marks aaye na test accha jaye now next 1 month sankalp mahamanushya shristi ranchna ke pramukh ki guidence wali series leli use padha seriously fir bhi aaye kitne 87 percentile now i am fucked to doo anything kah adddmision ho nahi rah drp barbad ho raha ghar wale dhokebaaz bol rahe ki tum kuch kiye hi nahi
COCLUSION FROM MY STORY

1. ghar walo ki baat mano haar cheez acch nahi hoti jo tum sochte ho unhone jyada duniya dekhi hai tumse

2.apna dimag kholo chutiyo ko pehchano
3.till my experince koi coaching koi material koi book apka selection garentee nahi karti karti hai to consistency one source of knowlege aur preseverence (dhirdhta ) there is nothing called hardwork you are not pilling stones mai bhi yahi bachchodi karta tha chud gaya roj padho thoda padho but every day think it like a food you will never miss it
4.i repeat sirf teachers ko follow karo there is differece between a coach and a player and player cannot teach you how to play a coach can player can win the trophies but only coach can teach you how you win trophies pleaese choose your mentors wisely iitians knew how they can crack jee they cannot tell you how to crack jee there is differnce in state of mind and understanding for each sometimes problem may look same but solutions are totaly different you cannot eat paracetamol to cure cancer every problem have diffrent solution so always prefer only teacher even he is at school level

1. stop following every didi bhaiya you see on social media tum uki college ki fees aur personal aminities ke liye rakhe gaye passive income ho sab saale bussiness minded hai aur apne tag ka paisa wassol rahe i repeat there is differce between you and people like me we get average points rather than topper because he follows teachers only and even someone got good through them its barely passing the cutoffs and most of times the effort of the kids .koyle me kabhi heera bhi mil jata hai.

6.use your mind meri to puri journey mistake lagti hai meri padh lena ho sakata hai kuch uniques galti mill jaye jo tum na karna if want a slight of help do dm shayad kuch help kardo guide nahi karpaunga overachiver nahi hu baki har saal admission kam ka hi hona hai to let them misguide compitition kam hi hoga

1. phone se duri agar selection hai jaruri

To note, this is a continuation of the sagas I wrote that took place after the Cell Saga. The two sagas were written with inspiration taken from MCU Peter Parker's arcs in Far from Home and No Way Home. The goal was to develop Son Gohan into a proper lead for the show. If you'd like to check them out, here are the links!
Bojack (Far From Home) Saga: https://www.reddit.com/fixingmovies/s/sK5zOnJ0oU
Broly (No Way Home) Saga: https://www.reddit.com/fixingmovies/s/R3sGOqdbIv
There are many things I find wrong in the Buu saga:

1. Goku coming back: This derails the narrative tremendously as he snatches back the torch from Gohan. He's going to play a role, but he will stay dead.
2. Gohan's writing: In canon, we ended up with a rusty, goofy, badly written character who lost all the development from the previous sagas. He became a useless disappointment and did not uphold his role as a protector of the earth. This won't go anywhere near that direction.
3. SSJ3 and fusions: These elements were unnecessary as they did nothing to solve the plot and only provided fluff. This can be introduced in Super, but that's another story.
4. Goten and Trunks SSJ: I wasn't a fan of how they easily transformed, treating it as an easy power-up. Here, it will be earned.

What I want to do here is combine the Buu saga with Fusion Reborn. For that movie, there are tons of elements at play that can be used to make the grand finale of Dragon Ball Z, more grand. The goal here is to increase the stakes, trim all the unnecessary fat, give everyone a chance to shine, and keep the main focus on Gohan. I also want to replace Buu with Janemba, as I find him much more threatening due to his unique abilities which would be perfect to challenge Gohan. It's also here that we avoid the rinse-and-repeat problem that came with Buu and his many forms.

Without further ado, here is the...... Janemba Saga!

Seven years have passed since the climactic battle against Broly. Gohan, now a young adult, has diligently pursued a delicate balance between his studies and training. During this time, he has honed his Super Saiyan 2 form and significantly elevated his combat skills. However, he deliberately restrains his power, refusing to succumb to the depths of his inner rage. Gohan believes that his technical prowess alone will suffice, opting to suppress the primal fury within him. Despite his reservations, Gohan attends a prestigious private school on an academic scholarship, alongside his steadfast companion Videl and their circle of friends. Gohan has embraced the responsibility of preserving peace on Earth as a valiant hero, adopting the mantle of Saiyaman. His suit has undergone a sleek redesign, shedding the theatrical poses in favor of a more streamlined appearance. Functioning as a dynamic duo reminiscent of Superman and Batman, Gohan and Videl tackle the city's crime wave together. Videl, having mastered her ki abilities under the tutelage of Piccolo, has grown stronger over the years. Glimpses of their everyday lives reveal the struggles of Gohan as he endeavors to balance the demands of school, training, and personal relationships. Amidst the challenges, he harbors a subtle resentment towards his duty, as it often encroaches upon his cherished personal time. Nevertheless, Gohan persists, fueled by his unwavering determination to live up to his father's legacy.
However, the tranquil facade is shattered when a harrowing turn of events unfolds. The narrative transitions to an otherworldly realm, distinctly separate from Earth. A mysterious figure cloaked in darkness materializes, none other than the malevolent wizard Babidi. Harnessing the unholy power of dark magic, Babidi establishes a sinister connection with his loyal minion Dabura, the King of the Demon Realm. United in their nefarious purpose, they orchestrate an audacious invasion of Otherworld, intent on freeing the formidable demon Janemba. Ages ago, Janemba had been sealed away in this celestial realm by the Supreme Kais. Babidi's malevolent ambition revolves around shrouding the universe in eternal darkness. To achieve this nightmarish vision, he plans to infect the denizens of Earth using the insidious Majin spell, thereby expanding his dominion across countless planets.
In the midst of this burgeoning chaos, Gohan, disguised as Saiyaman, finds himself investigating a peculiar incident involving the possession of one of his dearest friends. Videl, resolute and fearless, engages in a fierce battle against the malevolent puppeteer controlling Sharpner. With unwavering confidence, she urges Gohan to let her confront the threat alone. Sharpner, his strength unnaturally augmented, puts up a formidable resistance, but Videl's experience enables her to subdue him without resorting to fatal measures. As Sharpner awakens from his trance, Gohan seeks answers regarding the enigmatic force that had seized control of his friend. Sharpner reveals that a voice called Babidi had whispered malevolent commands into his mind. Armed with this critical information, Gohan summons Vegeta and Piccolo to join him in unraveling the unfolding crisis, embarking on a journey towards the epicenter of the ominous power emanating from a series of potent and wicked ki signatures, ultimately leading them to Babidi and Dabura.
Meanwhile, Earth becomes a battleground, besieged by an onslaught of resurrected zombies, soldiers, and former villains who once terrorized its populace. Though the trio finds themselves torn between aiding their beleaguered planet and confronting the imminent threat directly before them, they know their immediate priority lies in thwarting Babidi's scheme. Distracting them with his grandiose monologue, Babidi probes their minds, seeking susceptible individuals to manipulate. Initially targeting Vegeta, Babidi redirects his attention toward Piccolo, sensing his inherent duality as a being born of both good and evil. With a combination of Babidi's insidious spell and the lingering malevolence of Piccolo Daimao, the Namekian warrior struggles to resist the overwhelming influence. His powers surge exponentially beyond their previous limitations, clouding his judgment and driving him to confront his former student, Gohan. Amidst the shock of this unforeseen twist, Gohan assumes the responsibility of awakening Piccolo from his trance-like state, determined to restore his mentor's clarity. As the battle rages on, they sense a tremor that reverberates throughout the planet, an unmistakable ki signature brimming with icy coldness, signifying the presence of a singular entity—Janemba.
Bracing himself for the impending clash with this malevolent force, Gohan prepares to face Janemba head-on, while Piccolo embarks on a personal mission to neutralize Babidi. Meanwhile, Vegeta remains locked in a fierce struggle against Dabura, the Prince of Saiyans confronting the King of the Demon Realm. The confrontation unfolds with brutal intensity, and Vegeta finds himself teetering on the edge of defeat. Sensing his adversary's advantage, Dabura unleashes a legion of demons to tip the scales further in his favor. Pushed to his limits, Vegeta fights valiantly, but the odds appear insurmountable. Dabura, consumed by arrogance, revels in his imminent triumph, announcing his intention to unleash the full might of the demon horde upon Earth. Faced with the dire consequences of such a cataclysm, Vegeta musters every ounce of desperation within him. In a moment of self-sacrifice, he unleashes a devastating attack upon Dabura and his minions. The resulting explosion weakens Babidi's forces, repels the encroaching Demon Realm, and safeguards their dimension from untold chaos and devastation.
(Note: I wanted to keep Vegeta's sacrifice but make it matter and count. In canon, it didn't stop Buu, and he sent himself into cold oblivion on a lie. Here, he makes a difference in the long run and has a definitive redemptive moment. )
Startled by the sudden disappearance of Vegeta's powerful ki, Trunks defies the protests of his comrades on the Lookout and rushes towards the chaotic battleground. His heart pounds with trepidation as he races through the smoke-filled air, only to be confronted with the lifeless body of his father lying motionless on the ground. Overwhelmed by a torrent of despair and seething rage, Trunks' trembling hands reach out to shake his father awake, his desperate pleas echoing through the desolate landscape. But his efforts prove futile, and a profound sense of loss engulfs him.
In the midst of this heart-wrenching moment, a surge of raw energy courses through Trunks' veins, igniting a transformation that surpasses the boundaries of his mortal self. Radiating an aura of vibrant golden light, Trunks ascends to the legendary state of the Super Saiyan. His eyes ablaze with determination and fury, he is now ready to face the battle that lies ahead.The scene shifts, revealing the remaining Z-Fighters locked in a perilous struggle against hordes of relentless zombies. Fatigue weighs heavily upon their weary bodies as they fend off the relentless onslaught. Suddenly, a streak of intense power streaks across the sky, and Trunks descends before his comrades, newly transformed and brimming with indomitable strength. A burst of energy erupts from his fingertips, shattering a ki blast launched by one of the zombies, diverting it harmlessly away. In the eyes of his adversaries, astonishment mingles with mockery as they behold the sight of a mere child standing before them.Unfazed by their taunting laughter, Trunks addresses his comrades with unwavering resolve. He declares that he will shoulder the burden of the battle, vowing that not a single life will be lost on this day. With unparalleled speed and precision, he charges towards the encroaching horde, obliterating each zombie with astonishing ease. Their forces crumble beneath the might of his wrath, and the battlefield is transformed into a graveyard of defeated foes.As the last of the zombies falls, Trunks relinquishes his Super Saiyan form, his energy spent and body drained. Collapsing to the ground, he succumbs to exhaustion, his breathing ragged and labored. In this moment of vulnerability, Yamcha, recognizing the young warrior's valor, rushes to his side and gently lifts him from the battlefield, cradling his battered form with utmost care.
(Note: Kid Trunks' transformation is a direct reference to when Future Trunks found Gohan dead after the battle with the androids, and then he transformed. )
While this tumultuous event unfolded, the responsibility of safeguarding the Lookout fell upon the young shoulders of Goten. As time passed, a sudden intrusion disrupted the tranquility of the platform, as a malevolent henchman, infused with the dark power of King Cold, materialized before him. Though momentarily shaken, Goten summoned his courage and engaged in a valiant struggle against his formidable adversary.Initially, it appeared that Goten held his ground admirably, skillfully countering the attacks launched by the nefarious duo of Salza and Dore. However, their sinister coordination gradually began to overpower the young warrior. In a devastating display of force, Salza executed a malicious kick that sent Goten hurtling towards the precipice of the Lookout, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness.
Witnessing her son's battered and vulnerable state, Chi-Chi, consumed by a mixture of horror and fury, lunged at Salza in a desperate attempt to defend her child. Yet, her efforts proved futile as Salza callously seized her by the throat, mercilessly constricting the life from her. From his weakened position, Goten, wide-eyed and mouth agape, struggled to remain conscious, his mind besieged by the conflicting emotions of impending death and the weight of disappointment.
In that critical moment, he closed his eyes, his teeth sinking into his lip until blood stained his mouth. His trembling hands clenched into tight fists. And then, something within him snapped, unleashing a primal force that lay dormant within.Goten vanished, replaced by an embodiment of unbridled rage. Transformed into a Super Saiyan, his furious aura radiated with an intensity that defied comprehension. With a surge of unrestrained power, he propelled himself towards Salza, obliterating his malevolent foe with a devastating blast that eradicated him from existence. Undeterred by the remaining henchmen who sought to avenge their fallen comrade, Goten engaged them with a newfound ferocity.In a breathtaking display of combat prowess, it took mere moments for Goten to dispatch his adversaries, consigning them to the depths of the afterlife. Unaware of his mother's watchful gaze, Chi-Chi bore witness to the astonishing transformation of her once-innocent son, her heart filled with awe at the unfathomable power he now wielded.
(Note: This is a reference to when Superman had attacked Zod for attacking Martha in Man of Steel. With this, Goten is able to break out of his shell and experience some development. I also did not want Chi-Chi to die, but to have it be close. This way, she can witness firsthand her son fighting to avenge her and realizing that his saiyan blood kicked in to save them all, which would lead to some development towards her accepting that they have the natural power to fight, but also protect. )
Simultaneously, amidst the chaos, Piccolo found himself embroiled in a fierce battle of magic. His objective was to shatter the impenetrable barrier erected by his adversary, Babidi, to halt the relentless proliferation of Majin-infused beings. The odds were stacked against him, but with unwavering determination, Piccolo summoned the strength to rupture the barrier, ultimately delivering a fatal blow to Babidi. In doing so, he succeeded in halting the insidious spread of the Majin curse.Meanwhile, Gohan, driven by an overwhelming surge of power in his Super Saiyan 2 form, charged headlong at the formidable Fat Janemba, intent on swiftly ending the confrontation. Displaying remarkable valor, Gohan engaged his adversary with all his might, momentarily gaining the upper hand in fleeting bursts of fury. However, Janemba's energy continued to surge unabated, gradually overpowering Gohan and relegating him to a defensive stance.With the battle reaching its climax, Janemba unleashed a devastating onslaught aimed at obliterating the planet. In a desperate bid to protect all that he held dear, Gohan fearlessly interposed himself between Janemba's lethal assault and the world, extending his arms wide as he summoned the last vestiges of his ki to create a resolute energy shield. The technique demanded one final act of defiance, compelling Gohan to redirect the unleashed energy back towards Janemba, propelling the malevolent entity backward and teetering on the precipice of annihilation. Yet, the maneuver exacted a heavy toll on Gohan, leaving him grievously injured and drained of consciousness, hurtling through the sky and crashing deep into the untamed wilderness.
(Note: This maneuver is a mix of what Gohan did against Broly in Movie 10, and what Future Gohan did in his last battle against the androids.)
Subsequently, Supreme Kai, recognizing the dire condition of the young warrior, transported Gohan to the realm of the Kais. As Gohan gradually regained consciousness, he found himself surrounded by the presence of Supreme Kai, Kibito, and his father, Son Goku. Unbeknownst to Gohan, while the realms beyond had been engulfed in pandemonium, Goku had valiantly sought to subdue numerous formidable adversaries, most notably Broly. Upon learning of Gohan's presence on that distant planet, Goku implored for the opportunity to visit his son, a request that was granted amidst the bittersweet reunion.During their heartfelt meeting, they shared the weight of overseeing the turmoil ravaging Earth, realizing that Janemba still lingered, amassing the remnants of malevolent ki left unvanquished. Panic washed over Gohan as he urgently expressed his need to return to Earth, but his pleas were met with cautionary words from his loved ones. They acknowledged his unpreparedness to face Janemba anew, warning of the potential consequences should he engage the foe prematurely. Supreme Kai disclosed his true intention in bringing Gohan to this realm—to unlock the dormant power lying dormant within him. However, the process demanded a profound reconciliation of Gohan's dual nature as both human and Saiyan. To initiate this transformative ritual, Gohan would be immersed in a meditative trance within the sacred confines of a cascading waterfall, which would serve as a mirror reflecting his true self. Only then would he embark upon the arduous journey of unlocking his latent potential, fully aware that failure could result in dire consequences, even death.
Nervously, Gohan steeled himself for the imminent trial, drawing strength from the unwavering support of his father. With resolute determination, he approached the cascading waterfall, where Supreme Kai initiated the trance, enveloping Gohan in an ethereal aura of introspection.As the ritual commenced, Gohan's gaze fixated grimly upon vivid recollections of his past battles, struggling to reconcile the moments when he had succumbed to his own wrath. Before long, a projection materialized, representing his suppressed Saiyan essence—a separate entity demanding to be acknowledged. A tumultuous clash ensued between the two facets of Gohan's being, with the young warrior faltering in his attempts to gain the upper hand, for each surge of anger only fueled his other self. Finally, a profound realization washed over Gohan, piercing through the haze of conflict. He ceased resisting and, instead, extended a hand of acceptance and understanding to his Saiyan counterpart, embracing the essence of his true nature. In that transformative instant, the boundaries dissolved, merging into a harmonious unity. Gohan's eyes fluttered open as he awakened from the trance, reborn in his newfound Ultimate Form, his essence finally whole and indomitable.
(Note: Yes, this is a direct reference to Naruto obtaining true mastery of his nine tails form in Shippuden. I did not like Gohan's canon mystic ritual because it did not feel earned. He just sat around for a long time doing nothing and gained nothing from it. I wanted to fix that. So here, he went through a more direct ritual at the risk of death to be able to unlock his true abilities. )
In the midst of these events, Trunks and Goten find themselves under the tutelage of Piccolo within the formidable Hyperbolic Time Chamber. News reaches Piccolo that Gohan is undergoing a transformative process to unlock his latent potential, but the looming return of Janemba threatens to disrupt their plans. Exiting the chamber, Trunks and Goten emerge stronger than ever, having mastered their Super Saiyan forms and honed their teamwork to near perfection, compensating for their inherent power limitations.As Janemba crosses paths with them, the clash erupts in a spectacular display of martial prowess. Individually, they stand little chance against the overwhelming might of Janemba, but when united, a different narrative unfolds. Their combined efforts aim to sustain the battle long enough, providing Gohan with the precious time he needs to complete his ritual. Piccolo assumes leadership, valiantly holding his ground, although it becomes increasingly evident that Janemba possesses a distinct advantage. Piccolo strategically diverts Janemba's attention, creating openings for Goten and Trunks to launch coordinated assaults that vex their adversary, even if their impact is minimal. Nonetheless, every second counts.
In a fateful turn of events, Janemba unleashes an assault that overwhelms Piccolo, incapacitating him and leaving only Goten and Trunks to face the malevolent entity. Swift as a phantom, Janemba materializes in front of Trunks, delivering a devastating blow to his abdomen, leaving Goten as the lone defender. Standing tall, Goten defiantly assumes a battle stance, mustering his courage. However, before Janemba can unleash a devastating attack upon him, an unknown figure delivers a powerful kick to Janemba's head, hurtling him towards the distant mountains.
The camera pans, revealing the figure to be none other than Gohan, resplendent in his newfound form.
(Note: This entrance directly mirrors that of Future Gohan when he was about to begin his final battle against the Androids!)
A wave of elation washes over Goten as he beholds the return of his beloved elder brother, while Trunks and Piccolo visibly exhale with relief. Gohan and Piccolo exchange a brief but meaningful exchange, Gohan acknowledging his newfound strength while Piccolo recognizes that Gohan has ascended to an entirely different echelon. Janemba regains his footing, reemerging before them, demanding their attention and focus. Gohan asserts that he will confront Janemba directly, urging the others to evacuate. Though reluctant, Piccolo and the young warriors comply, dispersing to various parts of the world to address the chaos that plagues their surroundings.
With an air of fury, Janemba charges at Gohan, his fist extended menacingly. Yet Gohan intercepts the attack, seizing Janemba's fist in a vice-like grip, and in a flash of teleportation, they are transported to the dreaded realm of H.F.I.L. (Home For Infinite Losers).
(Note: I have Gohan teleport Janemba because at least this way their battle will not damage Earth. Also we will assume Gohan has figured out some sort of Instant Transmission movement like Goku.)
The eyes of Earth's denizens, the Kais, and the denizens of the Otherworld are fixated on this pivotal moment, the culmination of a battle that will determine the fate of the universe. And so, the clash commences, a cataclysmic struggle that echoes through the very fabric of existence.
In a breathtaking display of power, Gohan initially dominates the battle, effortlessly overpowering Janemba with his newfound might. However, the tables turn when Janemba unveils unexpected abilities: space-time manipulation and a formidable sword. Gohan is caught off guard, unsure of how to counter such unorthodox tactics. Desperation and frustration consume him, causing his control over his own power to slip away.Amidst the chaos, Gohan experiences a moment of revelation, a surge of understanding regarding his opponent's abilities. He realizes that in order to anticipate Janemba's next move, he must heighten his senses by channeling his ki, allowing for precise timing and swift reactions. With this newfound clarity, Gohan regains his composure, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Seizing an opportunity, Janemba materializes before him, poised to strike with his sword. Yet, in a stunning display of strength, Gohan catches the blade with both hands, shattering it into pieces.
The tide of the battle begins to shift, albeit slightly, in Gohan's favor. Frustrated and bewildered, Janemba exclaims, "Just what...are you?!" Gohan responds with unwavering resolve, proclaiming, "I am the hope of the universe. I am the answer to all living things that cry out for peace. I am the protector of the innocent. I am the light in the darkness. I am truth. Ally to good! Nightmare to you!"
(Note: I'm taking Goku's dubbed speech against Frieza and repurposing it for Gohan. As he's inherently more the justice-driven hero archetype rather than the fighting maniac that is Goku, it makes more sense. We'll just assume Goku gave Frieza the manga version of his speech. This is also the most pivotal moment of Gohan's journey as he comes to terms with being a protector. Throughout the show, he's been struggling between his desire to be a scholar and his responsibility to be a hero. That dubbed speech is exactly the moment that Gohan's arc comes full circle. Here, he finally embraces what he was always meant to be..... the hero.)
With renewed determination, Gohan launches various assaults in a bid to defeat his formidable adversary. However, his attacks fail to inflict lasting damage, and Gohan himself begins to exhaust his ki. It is then that he realizes the true nature of Janemba's existence—he is an embodiment of pure evil ki, unlike any opponent Gohan has faced before. A desperate plan takes shape in Gohan's mind. Mentally reaching out to his friends and even Videl, he calls upon them to gather their ki, reminiscent of the Spirit Bomb technique. Initially, only the Z-Fighters respond, but their combined energy proves insufficient.As Gohan valiantly defends against Janemba's onslaught, he mentally pleads with the people of Earth to lend their aid. Uncertainty and doubt cast a shadow over the crowd until Hercule steps forward, berating them for refusing to support the man who once saved them during the Cell Games. Revealing the truth of Gohan's identity as the Delivery Boy turned hero, the tide of public opinion shifts. People extend their hands, offering their energy to their savior. Shocked by the sudden turn of events, Gohan is relieved by the surge of ki coursing through him, providing a momentary opening to kick Janemba away. The collective assistance grants Gohan a substantial reservoir of energy, which he then summons forth, infusing it with the very essence of his soul—a daring and perilous maneuver.
Driven to his breaking point, a furious Janemba ascends into the sky, conjuring a colossal sphere of malevolent ki capable of obliterating the entire universe. Gohan remains calm, his gaze fixed upon the impending cataclysm. With unwavering resolve, he declares, "This is the end for you, Janemba." Closing his eyes, Gohan raises his left hand above his head, conjuring a radiant sphere of rainbow light. Seizing the opportunity, Janemba hurls his devastating attack towards Gohan. Sensing the imminent danger, Gohan's eyes snap open as he crushes the ball of energy in his palm. Swiftly pivoting, he hurls the fragmented energy towards the oncoming attack, effortlessly piercing through it, and hurtling towards Janemba, finally eradicating the universe's peril once and for all.
(Note: This is the same technique as Kid Buu's Planet Burst move, the one that destroyed Earth. I also repurposed Gogeta's stardust breaker technique for Gohan as I feel it makes sense for him to have it. It also makes him stand out from Goku even more in this case.)
As the dust settles, Gohan maintains his energy long enough to witness Janemba's demise. A triumphant smirk graces his face as he remarks, "Heh, looks like I finally did it." Exhausted, he collapses to the ground, almost completely drained. The onlookers erupt into joyous cheers, celebrating Gohan's hard-fought victory. Supreme Kai teleports Gohan from the depths of H.F.I.L back to Earth, specifically to the Lookout, where his family and friends eagerly await his return. In a heartwarming scene, Gohan is enveloped in embraces and expressions of relief. It is here, amidst the warmth of their loved ones, that Gohan and Videl share their first kiss—a tender moment of connection and celebration.Meanwhile, the Dragon Balls work their magic, rectifying the chaos caused by Babidi's dark influence. The majority of those who perished are revived, yet there are exceptions, including Vegeta. Accepting his fate and determined to atone for his past deeds, Vegeta expresses his desire to continue growing stronger in the afterlife, entrusting the protection of his family to his son. Tearfully, Trunks vows to make his father proud, with Goten stepping forward to support his friend in this emotional moment. Fond farewells are exchanged as everyone prepares to return to their respective homes.
Gohan and Goten engage in a heartfelt conversation, their bond as brothers strengthening. However, their exchange is interrupted by Chi-Chi, who unexpectedly interrupts their conversation. To their astonishment, she expresses pride in their valiant efforts to safeguard the world, finally relenting and granting them permission to train and protect. The three embrace, their family united and resolute.In a different realm, Vegeta stands before King Yemma, awaiting judgment. To his surprise, he is granted an Otherworldly body, a result of Goku's recommendation and Vegeta's ultimate sacrifice that tipped the scales of justice. With this second chance, Vegeta is granted the opportunity to train ceaselessly and, more importantly, to settle his unfinished business with Goku. The final scene between Goku and Vegeta unfolds, their fists colliding in a charged confrontation, their image freezing .( mirroring the intensity of Rocky and Apollo in Rocky III, leaving their ultimate showdown to the imagination.)
A decade passes, marked by a time skip. Tien and Krillin have established their own martial arts schools, dedicated to passing on their unique styles to the next generation. Goten and Trunks, under the tutelage of Piccolo, diligently train to harness their extraordinary powers. Gohan, now a respected scholar, has married Videl, and together they have a daughter. At home, Videl imparts the basics of combat to their daughter, Pan. Gohan, having just finished delivering a lecture on energy at the university, senses a disturbance reverberating across the planet. Instinctively, he rushes to the rooftop, pressing a button on his wrist. In an instant, he transforms into his iconic Saiyaman costume, soaring into the horizon with a mischievous grin. He breaks through the fourth wall, symbolizing his unwavering resolve to protect and inspire.
The screen fades to black.
The End.
There we have it! My final wrap-up of the MCU Peter ParkeGohan development journey! Honestly, I did have thoughts of just going straight into revising the Buu arc, but I felt there was more to be done before that. Gohan needed to go through the development I gave him in my two written arcs as there were lessons there that shaped him.
I also felt that a trained Gohan, who is naturally intellectual, would be a perfect antagonist in Janemba. He had to learn to outsmart him, and not just have it be a straight-up slugfest.
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I know I'll get downvotes for this par pura padhke Jana specially 'ADIT'S FANS'
You know what iis sub mein agar koi baki contestants ki tarif karde ki I like this thing about them ek achha opinion bhi Dede to yeh log bolte hai fans agye But we all know this sub is biased towards Adit, agar koi Adit ke against apna opinion Dede to downvote karna start kar dete hai even defensive mode pe chale jate hai
Yaha pe Adit ke fans hai naki baki contestants ke accept it And also you gotta accept ki Adit apna khud ka stand nahi le Raha is liye show mein dikhta hi nahi AKRITI-SIWET gang mein dikh jata hai
And yesterday woh Bina baat ke controversy start kar raha tha yeh Siwet ki sangat mein uske jese Banta ja Raha hai sirf khali threatening karna
And about his connection usse mean vibes to ATI hai agar Adit use nahi roka hota to woh bhi controversy kar chuki hoti Koi in dono ko bolo yeh show sirf connection banane ka nahi hai mind games khelna hota hai And about their date 4 din mein kese pyaar hota hai Bhai koi batayega?
This sub is neutral so everyone can praise whoever they want unko FANS hone ki jarurat nahi hai
And about Last dome Adit first Siwet gang se milke Sachin ki disrespect karta hai fır Divyansh ko bolta hai like tumhe usme padna kyu hai woh log to tumhe kuch bol bhi nahi rahe
About UNNATI'S CASE - Permanent tattoos easily remove nahi hota About that story usme 'SIRF ADITYA' nahi tha She even Posted a reel in her story few days back ki 'HOW I FEEL WHEN THEY SPREAD RUMOURS ABOUT ME AND GOSSIP ABOUT ME WITH THEIR FRIENDS' I don't have the SS so I can't provide it And Adit usko courtroom ke baad Bina baat ke reel banake kyu criticise kar Raha tha even uske YouTube ke video mein uski photo thumbnail pe bhi Dali thi And Bro literally made a whole YouTube video just because SAKSHI (I forgot her surname) told that she doesn't like his content Adit ne to ek baar bola tha I won't open Reddit again because Reddit mein kisi ne bola they don't like his content
You can read this post regarding UNNATI'S relationship:- https://www.reddit.com/splitsvillaMTV/s/aBrDrI33My
Show mein to footage Mila nahi to bahar controversy karke dikhna chahta hai aur usko Jo itna defend kar rahe ho tum un Roadies ke fans se Kam nahi lagte tbh abhi woh sirf Siwet-Akriti gang ki chamchagiri karte dikh Raha hai
COURTROOM REEL :- https://www.instagram.com/reel/C6L58FtNW3i/?igsh=MWR0aW91ZnJmdm1zMg== (JABKI USNE KHUD 'RED FLAGS IN YOUR EX MEIN YEH BAAT BOLI THI)
SAKSHI'S video:- https://youtu.be/t61-JQ9gwaY?si=0IKxX2fJBhnOCkSi (BRO CAN'T TAKE NORMAL CRITICISM)
UNNATI'S VIDEO:- https://youtu.be/DkJGaIs50WQ?si=YM1VsUAPccFQ9w-q (FIRST KISNE POKE KIYA)
And Bhai kal kisine uske bare mein opinion dedi toh he said mein ise importance nahi deta hun and fir defensive ho gya
And in one of ADIT'S video Khank was calling Unnati dumb and all why she's jealous of her? https://www.reddit.com/Splitsvilla_15/s/oMBl8QNuSv See this post about Adit and Khank being problematic It's clear that they're poking the other group first and than when they reply they'll play victim card

Okay guys the following story is not a sex story for you to fap on and neither am I trying to flex in any way I am 19 years old student just started college, and i occasionally come home after a month or two this all started when our old tenants left and new came the guy was 36 years old and wife is 29 years old they have two kids 4 and 6 years old so basically when I came home to visit and see the new tenants the lady gave me a weird look (didn't think about that then) after that slowly she started becoming friendly, started calling me chose bhai then slowly to just bhai and when my parents weren't around just my name , well i didn't doubt any of that maybe it was the children then one day my parents left for a wedding and I was left alone and her husband was also out on duty and I was taking a shower then I came outside the bathroom and started changing clothes after that when I came outside my room ...BOOM the lady is there and she gave me a jump scare she said she wanted to jump scare me but that was the first time I doubted her motive then she invited me upstairs to eat dinner I agreed ( akela tha) then real shit started she started telling me how she always wanted to experience romance how her husband has an affair going for about 10 years how she is unsatisfied with romance (hinted about sex) I consolidated her a bit then she suddenly started talking about whether or not I have ever kissed a girl I said why would I tell you whether I have kissed a girl or not then comes the second question whether have I had sex and what's my timing in sex I said I didn't even tell you if I had kissed a girl or not how did you assume I have had sex she said just a gut feeling for some reason 20 percent of me still thought that she is just saying all of this as a joke well what she said next changed my mind she literally said "agar tumhare andar kisi cheez ki bhadaas hai toh tum puri kar skte ho" I zoned out for some seconds I said my parents might be coming soon and came downstairs....for those who read it till here pls give me advice what should I do I am writing this 3 days later I Don't know if I did the right thing
Edit:- 1) this wasn't a flex I clarified that in first two lines

 2) if you want proof come in dm 3) I am not gonna do anything with her I didn't have that intent from beginning (95%) but now I am 100 percent sure to not go down that road 

Main tuitions deti hoon primary class ke bachchon ko. Mere tuition mein ek ladki aati thi woh 5th class mein thi aur uska Chhota Bhai 1st class mein.
Ek baar mujhe us ladki ne kaha, ma'am humare pas ek lakh ki bhains hai, aapko kharid ni hai? I said, no.
Phir 10-15 din ke baad phir usne mujhse wahi question puchha, ma'am humare pas ek lakh ki bhains hai, aapko kharid ni hai? I said, no again.
Phir usne mujhse woh same question puchha ek month ek baad. Mera answer same tha. She kept asking kuch 3-4 baad aur puchha.
Phir vacation ho gaya aur woh log apne gaon chale gaye. Uski mummy ne video call Kiya aur mujhse baat ki, phir meri student yani, unki beti ko phone diya maine usse bhi baat ki. Phir unhone apne chhote bete se kaha ki jao ma'am ko apna gardan dikho. Us ladke ne mujhe apna garden dikhaya, bataya ki kaunsi kaunsi Vegetables unhone ugayi hain aur yeh bhi bataya ki usne apne dadaji ki help ki hai is kaam mein.
Maine uss ladke se puchha ki yeh toh batao apki ek lakh ki bhains Kahan hai, mujhe dekhni hai. He said, woh farm pe gayi hain.
Story thodi funny hoti agar yeh question maine uski behan se puchha hota.
Edit- har story ka koi moral ho yeh jaroori nahi hai but if want the moral of the story then here it is.
Moral- koi aapko kitna bhi apni cheez bechne ki koshish kare agar nahi chahiye toh mat kharido.

Okay guys the following story is not a sex story for you to fap on and neither am I trying to flex in any way I am 19 years old student just started college, and i occasionally come home after a month or two this all started when our old tenants left and new came the guy was 36 years old and wife is 29 years old they have two kids 4 and 6 years old so basically when I came home to visit and see the new tenants the lady gave me a weird look (didn't think about that then) after that slowly she started becoming friendly, started calling me chose bhai then slowly to just bhai and when my parents weren't around just my name , well i didn't doubt any of that maybe it was the children then one day my parents left for a wedding and I was left alone and her husband was also out on duty and I was taking a shower then I came outside the bathroom and started changing clothes after that when I came outside my room ...BOOM the lady is there and she gave me a jump scare she said she wanted to jump scare me but that was the first time I doubted her motive then she invited me upstairs to eat dinner I agreed ( akela tha) then real shit started she started telling me how she always wanted to experience romance how her husband has an affair going for about 10 years how she is unsatisfied with romance (hinted about sex) I consolidated her a bit then she suddenly started talking about whether or not I have ever kissed a girl I said why would I tell you whether I have kissed a girl or not then comes the second question whether have I had sex and what's my timing in sex I said I didn't even tell you if I had kissed a girl or not how did you assume I have had sex she said just a gut feeling for some reason 20 percent of me still thought that she is just saying all of this as a joke well what she said next changed my mind she literally said "agar tumhare andar kisi cheez ki bhadaas hai toh tum puri kar skte ho" I zoned out for some seconds I said my parents might be coming soon and came downstairs....for those who read it till here pls give me advice what should I do I am writing this 3 days later I Don't know if I did the right thing

so i am (16M) a delhi resident
abhi maine school change kara h and mai bus se jaata hu and there is one new guy we recently became friends
so the story is that two days ago he forgot his earbuds tws on the bus seat and he get off the bus and phir maine dekha vo use bhul gya h so maine tws ko apne pass rakh liya socha ki jab ayega tab de dunga but phir ghar aake i realised ki usne bola tha vo kal nhi ayega aur mai bhi nhi aane waala tha because parso se vacations ho rhi thi school mei so i thought ab holidays ke baad hi chances h dene ka....
the thing is that i dont even have his phone number as we recently became friends and his house is also in a gully i even dont know where it is but bhot dur h ghar
and usne bola tha na ki vo nhi ayega but vo aagya us din aur mai nhi aaya aur usne meri choti behen (jo mere hi school mei h) use bol diya ki tere bhai ne mere earbuds chori kar liye aur vo chor h and all that stuff...idk how he got to know ki mere pass h earbuds probably isliye because mai hi uske pass baitha tha..
but the point is that usne mujhpe chori ke allegations laga diye so ab to mai soch rha hu use vacations ho jaane ke baad bhi vo tws na du chahe kuch bhi ho..,bcoz this mf literally just called me a thief jabki maine to vo earbuds bas isliye utha liye the taaki vo kho naa jaaye bus mei ya koi aur na lele and mai use baad mei de bhi deta
can u guys suggest me ki mujhe ab vo dene chahiye na nhi???

So a little cute story from my first cuet exam So after the Economics exam finished my center was in Rohini west ( Himalaya public school ) my brother dropped in the morning but the center didn't even have a single facility to keep belongings and bag and i had no idea as I was supposed to go alone after the exam ( initially at home we thought that they might have a bag section or any stall outside to keep the bags ) but it was a no , had to give my phn metro card and everything to my brother back and he took them to his work I was kinda scared so I asked a girl to help me call my brother through her parents phn and my brother said I can't come to pick you up and said ki babu metro se aja I mean it was first time outside without phn away from 1:30 hours away from home so I took a rickshaw went to metro thankfully the metro route was straight and no change of lines I hopped on the metro and I was standing for nearly 3-4 stations
I saw a empty seat and sat there where there was a guy sitting beside me he had question paper in his hand I was bored and a Lil bit of scared tooo since it was my first time alone in metro without phn I politely asked him aapka bhi eco ka paper tha and he got flustered and said no ( even tho I saw his paper clearly said economics 😂) And then he was oh haan eco ka tha 😂 then he was a bit shy personality we talked about how much we have attempted and stuff he asked me ki kal toh BST ka hai and I said no mein commerce se nahi hu and he said oh humanities and I was like maybe I'm bothering him too much i got quiet and i have very small build so had alot of space so one uncle and sat between us ( uncle was respectful and I had no problem but it was just a bit awkward
After some stations woh uncle uthe or chale gye And I was went to his side near him and then another uncle came and he literally sat beside me squishing me like litreally 😭 and i kind touched his legs but i was making sure not to touch him at all but i was feeling kinda safe as he was beside me 🥹 and then thankfully after some time that uncle reached his station and then we initiated more convo and by this time he also started getting comfortable we were laughing ( I didn't even had a good look of his face but he was cute we didn't even looked at each other it was good talking to him about du and stuff and I was feeling safe enough i asked him apko kahan utarna hai he said shahdara and usne pucha kyu I said just asking and he asked me apko merese phele utarna hai and I was like no apke bad 🥹 and then he started getting comfortable I was constantly thinking if I should ask for his Instagram or something 😭( I regret i didn't) and then we were talking a girl sat beside me I saw her and she was my friend and i literally shifted towards her instantly like instantly 😭 and then I couldn't even say thank you to him because he stepped out at his station I wanted to wave him bye but he didn't even look back 😭
He was wearing dark green tshirt and had kalawas in his hands and I was wearing grey sweat pants and black tshirt i looked at his question paper I didn't even asked his name and don't even know correctly but his name was I guess kapil? Bisht? Thapa ? I'm honestly so grateful to him that he made me feel safe ❤️ And I hope I meet him again someday 🥹( manifesting)