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[RAHUL @RahulSeeker]

So, the story is -

Rashtravadi BJP Nationalist leader Sri Anil Srivastava ji who is also Yuva Morcha state executive along with his associate Laxmi Tiwari arrived at the Bundelkhand Medical College, MP on late Thursday night.

Around 4 am, a woman PG doctor was attending to a poisoning case. Sri Srivastava ji & Sri Tiwari ji began “assisting” the treatment by touching the doctor herself. 🇮🇳

Instead of appreciating this extraordinary contribution to healthcare and nation-building, the lady doctor shamelessly objected. Soon several anti-national hospital staffs joined with her. 😡

Deeply hurt by such anti-national behaviour, nationalist Srivastava ji and Tiwari ji responded with the timeless democratic expression "Goli maar denge (we will shoot you all)." 🔥

Then, yesterday when mostly anti-nationals from medical fraternity along with few misguided started protest and stopped their work for several hours, police shamelessly registered a case against Shri Anil Srivastava ji & his associate Laxmi Tiwari ji.

However, hopefully this case also to be settled soon, becoz sir Anil Srivastava ji has a long list of Nationalist work to do. He simply cannot waste valuable time on such silly matters. 🔥

Bharat Mata Ki Jai. 🚩
Jai Sri Ram. 🚩
Nehru ki Galti. 🚩
etc. etc.

[Saurabh Bharadwaj @Saurabh_MLAgk]

650 Cr Scam Gound Report

Govt Hospitals always gave Medicines with “No MRP” printed on them.

“Delhi Govt Supply, Not for Sale” was always printed on all items.

This was to prevent Govt staff from selling them in open market. But now it’s not written. This is an indication that majority of medicines are being sold in open market.

And Rs 2.5 worth ORS sachet has Rs 23 printed on them.

#650CrScam

[Mark Kaplan @markkaplan20]

I want to tell you about a two-time Nobel Prize winner who figured out why humans get heart disease and almost every other animal does not.

His name was Linus Pauling. He won the Nobel Prize in Chemistry in 1954 and the Nobel Peace Prize in 1962. He is the only person in history to win two unshared Nobel Prizes.

In 1989 he published something that should have changed cardiology forever.

He called it the Unified Theory of Human Cardiovascular Disease.

Nobody listened.

[sohit mishra @sohitmishra99]

यह मुंबई के बीजेपी अध्यक्ष अमित साटम हैं.. यह हंसते हुए जयंत पाटिल को कह रहे हैं कि कल झाड़ था, आज मैनहोल है.. उनकी शक्ल पर आप हंसी देख सकते हैं.. यह किसी की मौत पर हँस रहे हैं.. झाड़ गिरने से एक छोटे बच्चे और मैन होल में गिरने से एक 60 वर्षीय के मौत पर यह हस रहे हैं! कोई मर रहा है और यह हस रहे हैं..उस मां को यह वीडियो दिखाओ जिसने अपने बच्चे को खोया है.. उन्हें बताओ कैसे बीजेपी का मुंबई अध्यक्ष हंसते हुए यह खबर बता रहा है.. असंवेदनशील!!!

[Awesh Tiwari @awesh29]

यह मध्य प्रदेश के खंडवा में तैनात अपर सत्र न्यायाधीश अक्षय कुमार द्विवेदी हैं। यह उन लोगों में से हैं जिन्हें हम सबको प्यार करना चाहिए।

जज साहब ने आलीशान सरकारी बंगला, वीआईपी कार और अन्य सरकारी सुविधाएं लेने से इंकार कर दिया है। वे एक छोटे से कमरे में रहते हैं, अपना खाना खुद बनाते हैं और रोजाना पैदल ही कोर्ट जाते हैं।

जज अक्षय ने मध्य प्रदेश हाई कोर्ट को आवेदन देकर अपनी सैलरी आधी करने की मांग भी की है। निजी संपत्ति के नाम पर उनके पास सिर्फ अपनी मां द्वारा दिया गया एक मोबाइल फोन है। उन्होंने आजीवन अविवाहित रहने का फैसला किया है। तबादले पर उन्होंने विभाग से कहा है कि उन्हें देश में कहीं भी भेजा जाए, वे न्यूनतम सरकारी सुविधाएं ही लेंगे।

बचपन में अपनी मां को संपत्ति विवाद के दौरान अदालत के चक्कर लगाते देखकर उन्होंने जज बनने का निर्णय लिया था। इसी कारण वे अपनी अदालत में आने वाले मुकदमों, खासकर जमीन-जायदाद से जुड़े मामलों का निपटारा बेहद तेजी से करते हैं ताकि आम लोगों को जल्द से जल्द न्याय मिल सके।

सलाम जज साहब

[Aditya Garg @AdityaGargINC]

Liasoning is RSS's largest business. People have been positioned everywhere, from courts and temples. Each seat has a cost as well as monthly 'hafta''. Take any temple or institution. The entire system, which is managed from Nagpur, is corrupt. Ram Mandir is only one of the auctioned venue.

@PawanKhera @SupriyaShrinate

[sohit mishra @sohitmishra99]

यह केवल आज के Hindustan Times के एक पन्ने की खबरें हैं.. बीजेपी के लोग भले ही आपसे "विकास" के नाम पर वोट मांग रहे हों, सच्चाई यह है कि मुंबई और उसके आसपास के इलाके के लोग, जो सबसे ज्यादा टैक्स देते हैं, उनमें से कोई भी सुरक्षित नहीं है.. ना ही सड़क पर, ना अस्पताल में, अब तो राम मंदिर में भी चोरी हो रही है.. लेकिन सरकार मज़े में है, उन्हें पता है आपको मूर्ख बनाना आसान है.. आप अपना जीवन बीमा बढ़ा लीजिए, आत्मनिर्भर हो जाइए.. सरकार के भरोसे मत रहिये...

[ravish kumar @ravish_journo]

जिस पार्टी के सर्वोच्च नेता एयरपोर्ट से नहीं निकलते हैं कि उनके निकलने से जाम लग जाएगा और NEET के परीक्षार्थियों को दिक्कत होगी, उस पार्टी के एक और सर्वोच्च नेता सड़क जाम कर देते हैं और कुछ छात्र TET का पेपर नहीं दे सके।

यही बिडंबना है। पर कोई बात नहीं। बीजेपी के नेता को बधाई। अच्छा लग रहा है कि वे अपने मन की बात सुन रहे हैं, मन का कर रहे हैं। पावर का एक परपस यह भी होता है कि कोई क्या कर लेगा।

[Manoj Arora @manoj_216]

The potholes weren't created by rain. They were created by poor governance.
Rains only revealed them.

[Pawan Khera 🇮🇳 ಪವನ್ ಖೇರಾ @Pawankhera]

Comedy of errors continues.

After Nirmala Sitharaman's "the rupee isn't sliding, the dollar is strengthening," Hardeep Puri has a new one: "Fuel prices haven't increased, people are just paying more."

[Indic Voices @IndicVoices]

FREEDOM # 001

In 1915, British intelligence sent a secret service to Zurich with orders to kill him. He never fired a gun in his life. Yet he was one of the most dangerous men in Europe.

His name was Virendranath Chattopadhyay aka Chatto. History remembers his sister better — Sarojini Naidu, the poet who'd one day govern a free province. Europe remembered him differently. Feared him. Chased him across three countries and never quite caught him.

He arrived in London in 1902, meant for the Indian Civil Service. He failed the entrance exam and found something else instead — a house on Cromwell Avenue where Indian students gathered under Shyamji Krishna Varma, reading sedition over tea, dreaming of a country none of them could return to. By 1907 he was writing for their journal. By 1909 one of their own had shot dead a British official on English soil, and the hunt began.

He fled to Paris. Even there, the ground wasn't stable. In 1910 he pulled his own sister Mrinalini into a smuggling scheme — rifles hidden inside furniture crates, bound for India. British agents intercepted his letters before a single crate shipped, and his father's house in Hyderabad was raided.

The pressure kept landing on the family, not just on him. When police once cornered his father demanding a letter from Chatto, Aghorenath calmly let them search and found nothing — then told them, "My son Viren will bring them independence." Yet when Sarojini, pushed by officials close to the Nizam's court, publicly disowned her brother in a letter, an outraged Aghorenath barred his own daughter from the house. He'd defend his son to the police, but not forgive a daughter for turning on him in print.

Then, in 1914, the world handed Chatto an opening no revolutionary could have dreamed up. Britain went to war with Germany, and he walked straight into Berlin.

He built something there. The Indian Independence Committee — exiles, students, defectors — backed openly by the German Foreign Office. For a few electric years, Chatto ran what was effectively a shadow government-in-exile, striking deals with the Kaiser's men, plotting an armed rising back home timed to Britain's weakest hour. He reached further still — Irish republicans, Egyptian nationalists, anyone the British Empire had made an enemy. He sent missions toward Constantinople. He dreamed of Indian prisoners of war turning their coats and marching home through Persia and Afghanistan to fight the men who'd captured them.

By late 1915 the British had had enough of chasing. In Zurich that year, on his way to a secret meeting with the exiled Raja Mahendra Pratap, Chatto was stalked by a British agent named Donald Gullick, sent specifically to kill him. He survived — barely, the way he survived everything — and the near-miss was strange enough that Somerset Maugham later turned it into fiction, a thinly disguised episode in his Ashenden stories.

By 1917 the German gamble was dying with the war. Chatto moved to Stockholm, still hunting for backers, then spent a decade shuttling through Berlin — where in 1927, on a colleague's advice, he formally joined the German Communist Party, throwing in his lot with a cause bigger than any one empire.

Then he went further east, toward a revolution young enough to still need him.

Moscow. He arrived with the American journalist Agnes Smedley beside him, and for eight years they built a life amid Comintern congresses and back-room politics. He met Lenin. He had, for the first time since Oxford, something like standing.

It should have been the safest place on earth for a revolutionary.

It wasn't. Chatto's sympathies drifted toward Trotsky, and in Stalin's Soviet Union that drift was a death warrant with no appeal. On 15th July 1937 they arrested him. His name sat on a list of 184 others, signed by Stalin himself. On 2nd September, he was executed by firing squad. His own family didn't even know — his brother-in-law wrote to Jawaharlal Nehru in July 1938 asking him to find out what had happened. Nehru wrote back agreeing to try. Chatto had already been dead for ten months.

The empire that hunted him across London, Paris, Berlin, and Zurich for three decades never laid a finger on him. It took a paranoid dictator, turning on his own allies, to finish what the British Raj couldn't — and by the time anyone close to power thought to ask after him, it was already too late to matter.

His sister's stories survived. So did many others' close to the power center. But his story vanished from Indian memory. The fullest account left is Nirode K. Barooah's biography, *Chatto: The Life and Times of an Indian Anti-Imperialist in Europe.*

[Awesh Tiwari @awesh29]

यह पिछले 12 वर्षों के इतिहास में किसी भी न्यायालय द्वारा दिया गया अकेला न्याय है जिसमें संविधान, देश और आम आदमी के मौलिक अधिकारों की विजय हुई है। यह बॉम्बे हाईकोर्ट के जस्टिस माधव जामदार हैं। इस विद्वान न्यायाधीश ने अपने एक फैसले में जो कहा है वो नजीर है, नजीर रहेगीं। इनका फैसला बीजेपी और मोदी एवं शाह की आँखों के किरचों की तरह चुभेगी।

दरअसल सोशलिस्ट डेमोक्रेटिक पार्टी ऑफ इंडिया (SDPI) के महासचिव सईद अहमद अब्दुल वहीद चौधरी के खिलाफ एक साल के लिए जिला बदर आदेश पारित किया था। सईद केंद्र सरकार के विभिन्न फैसलों जैसे नागरिकता संशोधन कानून (CAA) और ज्ञानवापी मस्जिद विवाद के खिलाफ मोर्चे और धरने आयोजित कर रहे थे

जस्टिस जामदार इस आदेश पर आगबबूला हो गए। उन्होंने कहा "यह क्या है? सभी नागरिकों को भारतीय सरकार का गुलाम बनाया जा रहा है। वे प्रदर्शन नहीं कर सकते, आंदोलन नहीं कर सकते ।यह सब क्या है? अब इतने सारे पेपर लीक हो रहे हैं। अगर लोग विरोध करें तो आप केस थोप देंगे। यह क्या है? नागरिकों का प्रदर्शन करना उनका अधिकार है।

याचिकाकर्ता ने तो सिर्फ 'बीजेपी सरकार मुर्दाबाद', 'अमित शाह मुर्दाबाद' जैसे नारे लगाए.।नागरिक ऐसे नारे क्यों नहीं लगा सकते? ऐसे नारों के लिए जिला बदर आदेश क्यों?"

जस्टिस जामदार ने आगे मौखिक रूप से टिप्पणी की कि पुलिस नागरिकों को सिर्फ इसलिए बाहर नहीं कर सकती क्योंकि उन्होंने सरकार के फैसलों का विरोध किया है।"पुलिस मुख्यमंत्री या प्रधानमंत्री की सेवक नहीं है, वे जनसेवक हैं। मैं आपके अधिकारियों पर भारी जुर्माना लगाऊंगा।"

जस्टिस जामदार ने महाराष्ट्र की राजनीति में चल रहे "हॉर्स ट्रेडिंग" पर भी टिप्पणी की। उन्होंने कहा "कल परसों एक 10 साल के बच्चे की दुर्घटना में मौत हो गई और राज्य विधानसभा में क्या चर्चा हो रही थी कि प्रेसिडिंग ऑफिसर कैसे चुना जाए और वह एक पार्टी से दूसरी पार्टी में कैसे शिफ्ट हो गया।यह क्या है? वैसे भी पूरे महाराष्ट्र में हॉर्स ट्रेडिंग चल रही है। आपके पास कुछ FIRs हैं।केस बदलने पर विचार करें, वॉशिंग मशीन है।" और सईद अहमद का जिला बदर रद्द कर दिया गया।

सैल्यूट जस्टिस माधव, सैल्यूट बॉम्बे हाईकोर्ट

[POL @CptoneP]

The Indian government just forgot the 260 people died in the tragic plane crash of Ahmedabad.

British High Commissioner to India, Lindy Cameron, personality visited Ahmedabad to mark one year since the devastating crash of Air India Flight 171.

When she reached the crash site on 12 June 2026, there was no memorial built even after an year and she has to tribute the flowers putting on the site.

Federation of Indian Pilots said that on the very first anniversary of the tragic incident, no official tribunal statement was came from the PM and CM of Gujarat. Not a public representative was present at the crash site.

In the 260 deaths, 52 were from Britain and their officials were aware for the tribute but our officials were too busy.

[kaage enthusiast @KhattarCrowist]

@PunsterX Polluted water? Buy water purifier
Polluted air? Buy air purifier
No power? Buy UPS
No public transport? Use personal vehicles
No proper public edu? Go to private schools
No public health? Go to priv hospitals
Adulterated petrol? Do jugaad

...instead of questioning the govt.

[SOLITARY REAPER @pagers_09]

@SaralPatel This the problem. When corruption during incumbent govt is shown people start saying ‘all parties are same’. Agar same hain tou kissi aur ko chance dou. Roti palat dou nahi tou jaal jayegi.

[Biswajeet @singh_biswajeet]

monsoon is annual CAG audit of India's infrastructure

[Awesh Tiwari @awesh29]

पश्चिम बंगाल में कोलकाता का पोस्ता बाजार उत्तर भारत में किराने का सबसे बड़ा मार्केट हैं इस मार्केट में ज्यादातर गुजराती हैं जो बंगाल में आकर बस गए।

जिस व्यक्ति को पीटा जा रहा है। चोर चोर कहा जा रहा है जिस पर अंडे बरसाए जा रहे हैं वह पोस्ता बाजार मर्चेंट एसोसिएशन के विश्वनाथ अग्रवाल है जो पीट रहे हैं गाली दे रहे हैं वह पश्चिम बंगाल में भाजपा के गुंडे हैं।

पश्चिम बंगाल मणिपुर बनने की ओर अग्रसर है। जब बवाल बढ़ेगा तो सरकार कहेगी कानून व्यवस्था की स्थिति घुसपैठियों ने खराब की। सरकार पोषित गुंडई का यह आलम पहली बार देखने को मिल रहा है। फिलहाल पोस्ता बाजार इस घटना के विरोध में अनिश्चितकाल के लिए बंद कर दिया गया है।

नए भारत, नए बंगाल में आपका स्वागत है। बंगालियों को अभिजनों, विद्वतजनों के लिए जाना जाता था अब गुंडई के लिए जाना जाएगा।

[Jayant Bhandari @JayantBhandari5]

He is the son of one of the world's richest people, yet he is seeking blessings from a new Indian cult leader. This is exactly why I feel pessimistic about India: even its educated people don't have a moral or rational compass—their superstitions are only getting worse.

[Akshay @AkshayBatraLive]

@raaasca @thecurioustales Abbe chacha bas kr yar, har cheez ko hindu dharm se jodna h bas! Tabi purey desh ka beda gark ho rkha h! Nobody gives a damn abt any religion or its glorious past etc. Present is ridiculously poor, rivers polluted, air polluted, filth all around, Corrupt and low trust society!

[The Curious Tales @thecurioustales]

Listen to this sound.

It's called the earth's heartbeat.

Winfried Otto Schumann predicted this in 1952 with nothing but mathematics, and he was almost embarrassed to publish it.

He calculated that the gap between the Earth's surface and the ionosphere, the electrically charged layer of the upper atmosphere, forms a closed cavity. A resonant chamber. And like any chamber, from a cathedral to the hollow body of a guitar, it has a natural frequency at which it wants to vibrate.

His number was roughly 7.83 Hz.

Then comes the part almost nobody mentions. What actually excites this cavity, what strikes the bell and keeps it ringing, is lightning. At any given moment around 2000 thunderstorms are firing across the planet, sending out close to 50 lightning strikes every second. Each strike releases a burst of electromagnetic energy that races around the globe inside that cavity. The bursts sized to fit the chamber reinforce each other, and the whole planet hums.

You are standing inside a resonant cavity powered by lightning. Right now. It has never once switched off in the entire history of your species.

That part is not fringe. It is textbook geophysics, confirmed experimentally in the early 1960s, used today to track global lightning activity and monitor changes in the upper atmosphere.

The story splits at this point, and I would rather be straight with you than sell you something.

7.83 Hz sits almost exactly on the border between alpha and theta brain waves. Alpha shows up when you close your eyes and relax. Theta shows up in deep meditation, light sleep, that hypnagogic drift in the seconds before you lose consciousness. So the coincidence is real. The number the planet hums at lands right inside the range your brain produces when it goes quiet.

That coincidence became the foundation of an entire industry. Devices that promise to pulse 7.83 Hz into your bedroom. Apps that claim to sync your brain to the Earth. The story that modern life, wrapped in artificial electromagnetic noise, cut us off from the planet's rhythm and made us sick.

Most of it runs miles ahead of anything anyone has actually shown.

A numerical match between two frequencies does not mean one drives the other. Your brain has no antenna tuned to 7.83 Hz. By the time the Schumann resonance reaches you it is astonishingly faint, far weaker than the fields humming off the wiring in your walls. If your neurons were genuinely locking onto ambient fields at that strength, your house would have hijacked your consciousness long before the planet ever got the chance.

The honest version is simple. The Earth's pulse is real. The frequency overlap with resting brain states is real. A proven causal bridge between them is not.

And somehow that makes the true story more interesting, not less.

Because the deeper question the hype walks straight past is why your brain settles into rhythms at all. Why does a calm nervous system drift toward these slow, ordered oscillations? Why do billions of neurons, with no conductor and no sheet music, spontaneously fall into step the way fireflies flash in unison, the way pendulum clocks mounted on the same wall drift into sync over a few hours? Synchronization is one of the deepest patterns in nature. It runs through heart cells, power grids, applauding crowds, and the neurons firing behind your eyes as you read this line.

The planet resonates because lightning drives a cavity into sync. Your brain resonates because millions of cells drive each other into sync. The mechanisms have nothing to do with one another. The underlying phenomenon, order emerging for free out of countless tiny oscillators finding a shared beat, might be one of the most universal laws we have.

That is the part worth being floored by. Not that the Earth is secretly tuning your mind. That the same mathematical principle, resonance and synchronization, writes itself into thunderstorms and heartbeats and neurons and clocks in the same handwriting.

The mystics felt something real and then reached for the wrong mechanism. There is a rhythm that runs through the living and the nonliving alike. It just is not a radio station in the sky broadcasting into your skull.

It is something stranger.
A tendency, stitched into the structure of reality itself, for separate things to fall into step.

The Earth found its beat from lightning.

You find yours from ten billion neurons quietly agreeing on when to fire.