Three drivers. Same story. Demand extra money, refuse to cancel, force the rider to wait. I’m on my way to the airport and your service is failing when it matters most. Do better. @Uber_India@Uber_Support#CustomerExperience#UberIndia
If you ever wonder how the Mughal Empire fell,look at Nadir Shah’s invasion.
22 March 1739 massacre in Delhi was so brutal that it left the city silent for weeks,30,000 of lives gone and an entire empire’s wealth carried away on the backs of camels.We need to talk more about this
Meet Jitendrasingh Rathod, a security guard at SVNIT College, Surat.
For years, he has quietly collected photos of Indian soldiers and martyrs, preserving their memories with discipline, pride, and deep respect, without ever seeking recognition.
Just 10 days before Republic Day, while on night duty as a security guard at a wedding function, he received an unexpected call directly from the PMO. He was invited to attend the Republic Day Parade in Delhi.
It was a once-in-a-lifetime honour, but his financial condition was fragile. He had just ₹102 in his bank account, and even arranging travel to Delhi seemed impossible.
Though hesitant, he honestly shared his situation with the PMO official.
They acknowledged his sincerity, arranged flight tickets for him and his wife, booked a comfortable stay, and ensured he could attend with dignity.
What a beautiful gesture @PMOIndia ❤️
#BREAKING: India’s IT Minister Ashwini Vaishnaw at Davos strongly counters IMF Chief for calling India a second-tier AI power:
“I don't know what the IMF criteria is but Stanford places India at 3rd in the world for AI preparedness. I don't think your classification is correct.”
🇮🇳From Engineering Classrooms to the Jungles of Manipur: The Story of Major Digvijay Singh Rawat, Kirti Chakra.
Most engineers build bridges. Major Digvijay Singh Rawat, 21 PARA (SF), blew them up and then hunted down the enemies hiding in the smoke.
This is not a script. This is the raw, spine-chilling reality of a Special Forces operative who turned the hunters into the hunted.
The Choice
Digvijay wasn't just a soldier; he was a 'Techie' who chose the mud over the money. Entering through the Technical Entry Scheme (TES), he could have had a comfortable desk job in the Corps of Engineers. Instead, he chose the Maroon Beret. He chose 21 PARA (Special Forces), the "Waghnakhs."
The Ghost of Manipur
When inserted into the volatile insurgent corridors of Manipur, Major Rawat didn't just patrol; he infiltrated the enemy's mind. He built an intelligence network so precise that he mapped the entire web of Valley-Based Insurgent Groups (VBIGs). He knew their names, their hideouts, and their next moves before they did.
The Trap (The "Reverse Ambush")
This is where the legend was born.
Intel came in. Insurgents were planning to ambush a VIP convoy. Most officers would cancel the VIP visit.
Major Rawat? He saw an opportunity. He fed false intel to the insurgents, luring them into a "kill zone" of his own making. The hunters walked straight into a trap laid by the Waghnakhs.
Raw Courage Under Fire
When the trap sprung, the insurgents opened up with heavy automatic fire. The jungle exploded. Undeterred, Major Rawat didn't take cover; he advanced. Crawling through a hail of bullets, he flanked the enemy position.
He came face-to-face with a Self-Styled Captain (the mastermind of previous attacks).
Result: Threat eliminated. One Captain down, another injured.
Hand-to-Hand Combat
In a separate operation, he tracked infiltrators into a dense hideout. No guns, just grit. Using his mastery of Close Quarter Battle (CQB), he physically overpowered and apprehended three senior militant cadres in hand-to-hand combat.
Let that sink in.
He subdued three armed men with his bare hands.
The Kirti Chakra
For his "unmatched valour, tactical acumen, and raw courage," Major Digvijay Singh Rawat was awarded the Kirti Chakra, India’s second-highest peacetime gallantry award.
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The road in front of Peerancheruvu common entrance & the internal road is damaged due to digging. This is causing inconvenience & risk for residents & vehicles. Request immediate inspection & permanent road restoration.
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I totally get your point, Raymond and therefore, this isn't an outrage tweet. But just, for a moment, imagine the reverse side of the story - It takes 6.5 odd months for an Indian national to get an appointment for a visa at, say, the US Embassy in Delhi. Families wait anxiously for months, line up, collect a ton of financial documentation, letters, permissions, bookings. They face INTENSE scrutiny at the counter - their dreams of travelling are often summarily dismissed and then, if cleared, even more scrutiny awaits them at the immigration counter upon arrival at their destination. Often ridiculous questions - not just in the US but essentially anywhere in the West. On a visit from Zurich to London a few years back, I was asked why I had been in Switzerland - I said I attended the World Economic Forum in Davos. I was asked, cheekily, ''Did you really?'' And was then asked to tell the officer the agenda at the World Economic Forum that year. Trust me, that is a VERY specific question. Fortunately I had the answer. To my point, the India e-visa application page may leave a lot to be desired - but India welcomes most people and rejects far fewer people than several other countries.
On the night of May 20, 2025, a little girl in a faded pink frock fell asleep on her mother’s lap at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus. Her parents, simple people from Solapur, had come to Mumbai for her father’s treatment. They were exhausted. Just for a moment, the mother closed her eyes.
When she opened them, her daughter was gone.
Six months.
Six months of walking from police station to police station.
Six months of showing the same crumpled photograph to strangers on trains, in slums, in orphanages.
Six months of the father not sleeping, the mother not eating, both of them growing hollow-eyed, whispering the same name into the dark: “Aarohi… Aarohi…”
In Varanasi, a thousand kilometres away, a tiny girl with no memory of her real name was learning to call herself “Kashi.” She had been found crying near the railway tracks in June, barefoot and terrified. The orphanage gave her food, a bed, and a new name. She smiled easily, because children always do, but sometimes at night she clutched the edge of her blanket and asked for “Aai” — Marathi for mother — and no one understood.
Back in Mumbai, the police refused to close the file. They printed posters with Aarohi’s face, stuck them on every platform from Lokmanya Tilak Terminus to Bhusawal to Varanasi Cantt. They ran newspaper ads, knocked on doors, begged journalists for help. Six months is a long time for hope to stay alive, but some officers carried her photograph in their shirt pockets like it was their own child.
Then, on November 13, a local reporter in Varanasi saw the poster. Something clicked. He had seen a girl who spoke Marathi words in her sleep. He made a phone call.
The next morning, a Mumbai Police inspector sat in front of a laptop in Varanasi and opened a video call. On the screen appeared a little girl in a pink frock — the same colour she was wearing the day she vanished. The mother, standing behind the officer in Mumbai, saw her daughter and collapsed without a sound. The father just kept repeating, “That’s my Aarohi… that’s my baby…”
They flew her back on Children’s Day — November 14.
When the plane landed, the entire Mumbai Crime Branch was waiting. They had bought her balloons and a new frock, sky blue this time. But the moment the little girl stepped out and saw the sea of khaki uniforms, she did something no one expected.
She ran.
Not away — toward them.
Tiny legs pumping, arms outstretched, she threw herself at the nearest officer and laughed — the purest, clearest laugh that had been missing from the world for half a year. The officer, a tough man who had seen everything, felt his eyes burn. He lifted her high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like he was family.
Her parents were crying too hard to walk. So the policemen carried their daughter to them.
The mother touched her face again and again, as if checking she was real. The father fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to his child’s tiny feet, sobbing words no one could understand except God.
And the little girl? She just kept smiling, looking from her parents to the officers and back again, completely unaware that she had turned an entire police station into a sobbing, laughing, praying family.
Six months of darkness ended in one hug.
Aarohi is home now.
The kidnapper is still out there, but that is tomorrow’s fight.
Today, a mother is singing lullabies again.
Today, a father is smiling in his sleep.
And somewhere in Mumbai, there are policemen who will never forget the weight of a four-year-old girl in their arms — the weight of an entire life returned.
Sometimes the uniform doesn’t just catch thieves.
Sometimes it carries lost children all the way back to their mothers’ hearts.
Happened to see the trailer of 120 Bahadur by Farhan Akhtar.
The movie brings the brave story of Major Shaitan Singh Bhati and the 123 Soldiers of the Kumaon Regiment, who fought till the last man and the last bullet against 3000+ Chinese soldiers, in the Battle of Rezang La
The trailer was amazing, and it sent me to do some reading.
At first, I was inspired. Then I stumbled upon a sad story that made me question the very character of us as a nation.
But some history first.
The 1962 War between India and China was independent India's first reality check of international relations. It all started with the India - China border, which was always a contentious one. Both didn't agree with each other on its definition.
Our then PM who used to think that his personal charisma was enough as a diplomatic tool and thought fancy terms like Panchsheel and Speaking Good English in UN was enough to counter Chinese aggression, he embarked on what he called the "Forward Policy"
It was a fancy term for sending unprepared soldiers to dispersed positions on mountain tops which were 18000 ft above sea level. And to make things worse, we sent them with inadequate clothing, equipment, weapons, intelligence and an absolute lack of strategy.
The Chinese predictably took advantage of this cluelessness and attacked us.
Initially they raked up victory after victory in Arunachal Pradesh and Ladakh. They even captured Tawang. They thought this war would be a walkover and trained their eyes on Ladakh.
They thought capturing Ladakh would be easy.
Unfortunately, they didn't account for Major Singh and his 123 men from the Kumaon Regiment.
On 18th Nov 1962, they came to an isolated place in Ladakh called Rezang La. It was the last point between them and another place called Chushul, which was the gateway to Ladakh.
Lulled into a false sense of confidence and expecting an easy victory, 3000 Chinese soldiers thought all they had to do was walk in and they would capture Rezang la.
But Major Singh and his men had other ideas.
On that day, they decided to show the Chinese what a Great wall actually looked like.
At 18,000 feet above sea level, in temperatures which were 20 to 30 degrees below zero, Major Singh and his men, using Machine Guns and mortars repelled wave after wave of Chinese invaders.
At times, when they ran out of ammo, they resorted to brutal hand to hand fighting to throw the Chinese back.
For 6-8 hours, Major Singh and his men sent hundreds of Chinese to the Chinese version of Valhalla. They fought with such incredible daring and bravery that they gave a serious inferiority complex to the Spartans of Thermopylae.
Unfortunately, the Chinese had too many soldiers, and eventually they surrounded Major Singh and his men.
Of his 123 men, 114 men, including Maj Singh made the ultimate sacrifice for the country. Most of them died, with their weapons in hand and facing toward the enemy. It was a performance that made Gods weep.
The performance of Major Singh and his men shocked the Chinese. This was the fiercest resistance they had faced till that point in the war.
Realizing things aren't going to be easy for them anymore, three days later, they declared a unilateral ceasefire and withdrew.
For his Supreme Sacrifice and his bravery that would make Lord Narasimha himself proud, Major Bhati was awarded the Param Vir Chakra posthumously.
His brave exploits had not only moved India. It had made an impact on the Chinese and the Americans as well. So much so, that they still teach about him and his men in the PLA War College and West Point, on how to defend.
But this post is not about his brave saga. I am sure Farhan Akhtar would tell it better than me.
This post is about what his family faced at the hands of our heartless and rapacious bureaucracy and our impotent judiciary, after his heroic sacrifice.
As a wife of a fallen hero, Major Singh's widow Sugan Kunwari was eligible for 60% of Major Singh's salary as pension. But for some reason, she was only given 30%.
The Govt as gratuity gave Rs 4000 to her in 1963, and given what Major Singh had done, they bloody well had to. But the govt babudom being govt babudom, they recovered it from her pension in 1964.
The Indian babu who actually passed this order was like "You could be a war hero and might have repelled the Chinese and all, but you can't repel our rules and regulations"
Then the Indian govt "liberalized" the pension rules in 1972, but Sugan Kunwari continued receiving the pension under the old scheme till, I kid you not, 1996.
Add to that, she was supposed to get a gratuity of Rs 9500 as per the new rules. She didn't get that as well.
I guess maybe some memo granting her the pension, got blocked in some file on a random table in South Block.
To claim his rightful money, the family of Major Singh filed a case in the Armed forces Tribunal - Jaipur in 1996, for the arrears between 1972 and 1995 and the revised gratuity.
They didn't even ask for retrospective implementation of pension rules since 1962, because unlike the rotten scoundrels of our bureaucracy, they were honest people. And this was the money that was rightfully theirs.
Ideally speaking, the day someone finds out that a hero like Major Singh was wronged, every authority, every official, every armed force guy would move heaven and earth to right that wrong.
As a war hero, we think his files would have been processed in record time and within 24 hours, the family of Major Singh would have received the shortfall with interest, and an apology note from the seniormost army general of the area, right?
Wrong
The case my friends, 30 years later, is still going on.
Major Singh's widow, unfortunately passed away in 2015 without a verdict and was still receiving the old pension.
His son continued the case, but he has not been heard since 2016, as there was apparently no judge at the Armed forces tribunal in Jaipur.
As of 2021, when there are last traces of this case, it was still going on.
If the family of a war hero, who gave his life for the nation, a Param Vir Chakra awardee, someone whose bust the govt inaugurated in the national war memorial in all pomp and glory, and someone who is a hero to us all, is treated like this by our babudom, then what chance do we stand?
There is a line in the song based on this war which says "Kar Chale hum fida jaano, ab tumhare hawale watan saathiyon"
Major Singh gave his life so that we could have our country and our tomorrow. Have we justified his sacrifice?
I don't think we have.
The nation which forgets is real heroes, is doomed to live with false useless ones.
I think we should all be ashamed of ourselves.
P:S: Considering the difference, I don't think the total amount would be more than Rs 10 Lakhs, including interest.
This is the bribe money that a corrupt clerk collects before lunch time. Or a corrupt judge throws out in a raid.
And we strung Major Singh's family for this, for over 30 years now.
The beheading of Indian-origin man Chandra Nagamallaiah at a Dallas, Texas motel in front of his screaming wife & son has been nearly blanked out in American media. This is what the selective normalisation of a violent society looks like.
This rant by Peter Navarro is the biggest vindication for Team Modi. These guys are exasperated. Imagine making an open offer in public to cut down tariffs. It was never about oil. But now they are willing to save face.
One month ago, it was he who picked up the Pakistani DGMO’s hotline call requesting a ceasefire.
This month he was decorated with an Uttam Yudh Seva Medal and elevated as Deputy Chief of the Army Staff.
Congratulations & Godspeed Lt Gen @RgGhai!
While we hailed the big missiles, it was the L-70s, Zu-23s, LMGs & Schilka—manned by India’s invisible warriors—that did lion’s share of killing Pak drones. I’m told some 📸👇🏽 released by Army are from current tensions. Cities across north India owe these unsung gunners thanks.
The Bholari Catastrophe :
It is now emerging that @IAF_MCC Air Ops was keenly monitoring all airborne SAAB 2000 Erieye aircraft over Pakistani airspace. These AEW&C aircraft had been designated high priority targets for #OperationSindoor2
Around 12.00 pm on 10th May 2025 , IACCS node in western sector flagged an Erieye landing at Bholari after an extended mission.
This specific Erieye from No.3 Sqn 'Angels' call sign "Overlord 3" home based at PAC Kamra had been mission deployed at Bholari as part of Mission Bunyan-ul-Marsoos. The aircraft had been ushered into the hangar to keep it away from surveillance.
It is assumed that a few PAF officers were busy with data collection inside the aircraft as the technical crew prepared the aircraft for the next mission.
This turned out to be a huge tactical gaffe by PAF amidst a deadly air campaign. This aircraft should have hot refueled and taken off but did not. It gave ample time for the mighty Flanker to launch a devastating precision strike.
#OperationSindoor2
#IndiaPakistanWar