Life after Srsh Thread

Sentinel

Bionic Poster
Can u be srsly in this threat?
Sir Laloo Prasad has acknoledged The Srsh ™ in his campaign speech.

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Sentinel

Bionic Poster
Suresh finds time to win an oscar for Original Score (love-all) for Slamdog Millionaire.

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Sentinel

Bionic Poster
I thought I'd drop in on my new neighbours, The Patels, they've just moved in.
Nice couple. Served me some ... well I give you one guess only.

Their children were extremely sweet, took a pic of the family just to share.

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You won't believe it ...their sweet son is named Shirish. That's quite close.
 

donquijote

G.O.A.T.
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In desert lands where sands of time unfold,
Saudi Surshinas rise, their voices bold.
Amidst the dunes, a struggle fierce and true,
For rights long denied, they push on through.

From veil to wheel, they break tradition's chain,
With courage, they rewrite their terrain.
In whispered gatherings and fearless stand,
They claim their space, reclaim their land.

In courts of law, in corridors of might,
They wield their words, they wage their fight.
With every step, a revolution's tread,
Their legacy etched in the books unread.

Not just a tale of one, but many more,
The Saudi Surshinas knock on freedom's door.
In every story, in each steadfast plea,
They carve a path to what they're meant to be.

So let their names resound in history's song,
For they've endured, they've battled long.
Saudi Surshinas, warriors of the light,
Guiding their nation into the day's bright.
I herd that Saudi men are allowed to marry four women. I concur taking a Saudi Surshina should fulfill the quota.
 

vokazu

Hall of Fame
Coach was crying earlier saying he doesn’t think people understand the true meaning of SrshMas and the joy he feels in his heart for affordable and effective STC guidance.

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In a land of snow, where magic reigns supreme,
Old Surshta Claus had a sweet dream.
Amidst the frost, he craved a treat,
A taste of warmth, something sweet.

Through the chimney, he did appear,
With a twinkle in his eye, spreading cheer.
But instead of cookies, his heart did swoon,
For Gulab Jamun, under the moon.

With his snowy beard and rosy cheeks,
He savored each bite, each syrupy streaks.
His laughter echoed in the night,
As he indulged in this Indian delight.

With every gulp, he felt the bliss,
Of sugary joy, a heavenly kiss.
For in that moment, Surshta did swoon,
Over Gulab Jamun, 'neath the moon.

So next Christmas Eve, when the stars align,
Remember the tale of Surshta's sweet shrine.
For even the jolliest man in red,
Craves Gulab Jamun, it's widely spread.
 

Sentinel

Bionic Poster
Pro-Srsh protestors are demanding The Tennis.
My neighbour's daughter Miss Patel has started tennis lessons at the STC.
She came back with much excite in her heart.

Showing how to hold the racket and ball for a topspin serve.
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Showing how to hold the ball and racket for a fast slice serve.
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edit: someone had my earlier image removed. :(
 
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donquijote

G.O.A.T.
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In a land of snow, where magic reigns supreme,
Old Surshta Claus had a sweet dream.
Amidst the frost, he craved a treat,
A taste of warmth, something sweet.

Through the chimney, he did appear,
With a twinkle in his eye, spreading cheer.
But instead of cookies, his heart did swoon,
For Gulab Jamun, under the moon.

With his snowy beard and rosy cheeks,
He savored each bite, each syrupy streaks.
His laughter echoed in the night,
As he indulged in this Indian delight.

With every gulp, he felt the bliss,
Of sugary joy, a heavenly kiss.
For in that moment, Surshta did swoon,
Over Gulab Jamun, 'neath the moon.

So next Christmas Eve, when the stars align,
Remember the tale of Surshta's sweet shrine.
For even the jolliest man in red,
Craves Gulab Jamun, it's widely spread.
That's the type of Santa who would keep all the gifts to himself. No gifts, no tips.
 
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