Krantiveer, Prahar, Agnisakshi, Taxi no 9211 and many more. These are etched into my childhood memory which shows the brilliance of a performance of a man called #NanaPatekar
His interview on Lallantop recently was too good.
RIP sir. You were one of a kind and will be missed.
And we expect investors and citizens to trust this @FinMinIndia that takes such radical U Turns!!
This is the state of the Finance Ministry of India.
To those affected locally and those watching globally, they’ve never seen a regime so indulged and busy in dirty politics and so clueless about governance anywhere in the world!
India mein koi 5 minutes number Google kar le to doodh ka doodh paani ka paani ho jaye.
RBI surplus to Govt : ₹2.87 Lakh Crores (US$30 Bn)
Total listed bank profits : ₹4.11 Lakh Crores (US$42 Bn)
NPCI - which runs UPI pre tax ‘surplus’ : ₹ 1,888 crores (US$200 Mn)
To nuksaan kis ka ho raha hai UPI se aur kaunsi subsidy de rahi hai Govt UPI pe jo chubh rahi hai?
Cost of running ATMs and cash logistics in India is ₹30,500 crores (US$ 3.0 Bn). If you want to optimise shut ATMs and promote UPI instead.
Any levy on UPI is just tax collection. UPI is the one scientific achievement of India everyone acknowledges par ab tax ki bali chadhegi.
Hindus can’t eat meat/non veg in Mira Bhayandar and Vasai Virar because shops are asked to be closed for a Jain ritual for 8-10 days.
Hindu khatre main hai anyone? Or is it selective for muslims and Jains can do whatever they want.
I eat Non-vegetarian food 365 days in a year and will continue to eat.
I eat at home, I carry in a tiffin to office, I eat road side as well.
No one should dictate what I eat and where i eat. Period.
قدرت بھی انسان کو کہاں سے کہاں پہنچا دیتی ہے
کبھی کبھی یقین نہیں آتا کہ کیا ایسا بھی ممکن ہوتا ہے
ہم اکثر کامیاب انسان کو دیکھ کر کہتے ہیں کے کتنا خوش قسمت ہے مزے کر رہا ہے لیکن ہمیں یہ معلوم نہیں ہوتا کے اسکی اس کامیابی کا جو سفر تھا اس میں کتنی قربانیاں ، مشکلات ، درد تکلیفیں ، امتحان ، دکھ غم ، مصیبتیں پتہ نہیں کن کن کٹھن مراحل سے گزر کا انسان کامیاب ہوتا ہے اور ہم اکثر اسکی کامیابی سے حسد کرنے لگ پڑتے ہیں یہ نہیں سوچتے کے اس نے یہ مقام کیسے پایا۔
انڈین اداکار قادر خان
جس کے ماں باپ کا تعلق پاکستان کے صوبے بلوچستان سے تھا اور پیدا افغانستان کے شہر کابل میں ہوا اور پلا بڑھا انڈین شہر ممبئی میں۔
اور انڈیا میں زندگی کیسے گزاری آپ سنیں آپکو یقین نہیں آۓ گا۔
Never opt for insurance from @TATAAIGIndia they have the worst service and they dont even reply to you after selling the policy.
We are continuously complaining them for refund and they are not even acknowledging our email.
Finally visited one of the greatest genuine gestures in the world. Ireland in 1980s, especially Cork had a LOT of problems of their own. AI182 just happened to blow up off their coast. But they built this serene memorial. And even now, have a ceremony there June 23 every year
An Open Letter to the Jantar Mantar protestors:
My dear young friends,
I address you today not as a politician or an MP, but as someone deeply troubled by what is happening to your generation of young Indians.
This is personal for me. I was born to a middle-class family: my father was a salaried newspaper employee, my mother a homemaker, with three children to educate on one income. For a family like ours, merit was not a slogan. Scholarships, fair examinations, honest results — these were the only way one salary could carry three children's dreams.
I went to school in Mumbai and Kolkata, to college here in Delhi, topped the University and earned admission into IIM — and chose instead to follow my passion for international affairs, in America, on a scholarship. Nothing was inherited; everything was earned by hard work and yes, Exams.
So I know that a fair, merit-based system is the only ladder for young people from lower and middle-income families to climb up. When that ladder is broken — papers leaked, examinations cancelled, trust destroyed — the children of the rich and powerful do not suffer. They have other ladders. It is your dreams, and your families' sacrifices (and tragically, in some homes, young lives themselves) that are betrayed.
To the young people gathered at Jantar Mantar, and those raising your voices peacefully across India: this country hears you. Your anger is not indiscipline — it is the anguish of a generation that did everything right and was still betrayed . You are not alone.
And to the millions of young Indians watching quietly: your generation is not a problem to be managed. You are the answer to India's future. Do not lose hope. This ladder will be rebuilt — by you, and by every Indian who stands with you.
To Shri Sonam Wangchuk-ji, my heartfelt appeal: please end your fast. You have awakened the conscience of the nation; that is what a fast is meant to do. India needs your voice for the long road ahead.
With Parliament in session again from Monday, we will have an opportunity to raise the students’ issues in the highest forum of our democracy. That’s where the problem should be addressed, not by fasting unto death. Please heed my plea.
And finally, to the Government: I respectfully urge you to reach out and engage in the dialogue our democracy owes its young citizens. That is not weakness; that is statesmanship.
His name was Brigadier Mohammad Usman.
At Partition, Pakistan wanted him. He was one of the finest Muslim officers in the army, and he was offered seniority and a future in the new Pakistan he could not have dreamed of in India.
He said no.
Twelve days short of his 36th birthday, he died fighting for India instead.
He was born on 15 July 1912 in Azamgarh, the son of a police officer. When he was twelve, a child fell into a well in his village. Usman jumped in and pulled him out. The rope tore his hands open. He carried those scars for the rest of his life.
He trained at Sandhurst, one of the few Indians the British allowed to become officers.
Then came Partition. His regiment, the Baluch, was sent to Pakistan. Almost every Muslim officer went with it. Usman was urged to go too, and offered rank and promotion in the new army.
His answer was simple. He was born in India. He would die in India.
Late 1947. Pakistani raiders poured into Kashmir and took Jhangar, planning to hand it over as a prize. Usman was sent to hold Nowshera.
His own men, raw from Partition, doubted whether a Muslim commander would be loyal. He made "Jai Hind" the greeting of his brigade and swore he would not sleep on a bed until Jhangar was retaken.
6 February 1948. Eleven thousand attackers hit Nowshera from every side. His outnumbered men did not break.
Nearly a thousand of the enemy lay dead by the end. Thirty-three Indians fell. They began calling him the Lion of Nowshera. Pakistan put a bounty of fifty thousand rupees on his head.
3 July 1948. Evening at Jhangar. He had just finished his prayers and was meeting his officers when a shell landed near his post. He died within minutes.
He was the highest-ranking Indian officer killed in that war.
Nehru and his cabinet came to the funeral. Maulana Azad led the prayers. He was given the Maha Vir Chakra. He lies buried at Jamia Millia Islamia in Delhi.
A man who was offered a future in one country, and chose to die for another.
20-year-old Mohammad Zaid, beaten to death in Ghaziabad’s Loni area after his motorcycle brushed against a car. The accused, a real estate businessman named Rahul Mavi, took Zaid to his office where he and his friend allegedly brutally assaulted him. Rahul has been arrested.
Zaid’s aunt alleged that the accused cut the motorcycle’s fuel pipe and threatened the boys, saying they would also be beaten if they named them to the police.
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Why are people like this almost always Engineers?
There’s one colleague of mine who lives a very low-key life.
-Posts on Instagram maybe once a year.
-Has an account on almost every social media platform, but nobody knows his username.
-Comes to work, does his job, and goes straight home.
-Never seen him hanging out in big groups
-always with the same 1-2 people
The Arabian Sea.
About 220 kilometers off the coast of Mumbai. 30 August 2010. 6:55 a.m.
A massive wave suddenly crashed over the Indian Navy submarine INS Shankush. In an instant, three sailors were thrown into the raging sea, drifting farther away with every passing second.
Standing watch was Lieutenant Commander Firdaus Mogal, the submarine’s Executive Officer. He didn’t wait. After reporting the incident over the radio, he simply said, “There’s no time. I’m going after them.” Then he plunged into the turbulent waters.
His first act was to rescue an injured sailor hanging alongside the submarine, hauling him to safety. Without hesitation, he then swam with two combat divers toward the three men being carried away by the waves.
One by one, he ensured that everyone else had a chance to survive.
Finally, the rescue rope reached them. Firdaus could have climbed aboard first. Instead, seeing that the two divers were exhausted and drifting away, he made an extraordinary decision. Using his own body as a bridge, he shouted through the crashing waves:
“Climb over me! Get to the submarine!”
The two divers obeyed, stepping over his shoulders to reach safety.
Everyone made it back.
Except him.
Just as Firdaus began pulling himself aboard, the violent swell rolled the 1,800-ton submarine into him, striking his head with devastating force. He was airlifted to a naval hospital, but the injury proved fatal.
That morning, Lieutenant Commander Firdaus Mogal saved the lives of six sailors.
He lost his own.
He was posthumously awarded the Shaurya Chakra, but perhaps his greatest legacy was not a medal.
As his wife, Kerzin, later said, “If someone else had died and Firdaus had survived, he would never have forgiven himself.”
Many people wear the rank of a leader.
Very few choose to be the last one to reach safety.
Jai Hind 🇮🇳
Let's salute our heroes
@LestWeForgetIN
सुनिए @KirenRijiju जी,
आप चाहते क्या हैं?
राम मंदिर में चोरी हो, छात्रों को आत्महत्या पर मजबूर किया जाए, शहीद सैनिकों के बारे में संसद में झूठ बोला जाए, किसान खाद और पानी की कमी से बेहाल रहें, मणिपुर जलता रहे, हिन्दू-मुस्लिम चलता रहे...
और इतने सारे कांड करने के बाद, जब जनता आपको सत्ता से बाहर फेंकेगी, तो आप आराम से सैर-सपाटा करने की उम्मीद में हैं?
इस गलतफ़हमी से बाहर आइए। यह एक स्वाभिमानी देश है। यह किसी की मौसी जी का घर नहीं है, जहाँ जो मन में आए कर लिया जाए और कोई सवाल भी न पूछा जाए।
सब याद रखा जाएगा और एक-एक तिनके का हिसाब भी लिया जाएगा।