Chandrashekhar Azad's mother died while begging on the streets of Shahjahanpur because some Congress members had branded her a traitor's mother. Some people in Shahjahanpur even claim that Nehru conspired to have Azad shot.
An Indian, Sobha Singh (father of the famous writer Khushwant Singh), appeared as an eyewitness against Bhagat Singh in a British court, a testimony that led to Bhagat Singh's execution. Later, the British honored Sobha Singh with the title of 'Sir'; he acquired vast tracts of land in Delhi in his name.
Kunj Bihari Thapar—grandfather of Karan Thapar and Romila Thapar—raised ₹1.75 lakh after his retirement for Michael O'Dwyer, the mastermind behind the Jallianwala Bagh massacre. He was honored with the title of 'Diwan Bahadur' and, in recognition of his loyalty, was made a Member of the Order of the British Empire (MBE) in 1920.
Chimanlal Harilal Setalvad was the great-grandfather of civil rights activist and journalist Teesta Setalvad. A barrister, he served on the Hunter Commission, which gave a clean chit to Michael O'Dwyer regarding the Jallianwala Bagh massacre.
If there are 10,000 stories of bravery, there are just as many stories of betrayal.
A trait I’ve noticed in people who operate at the highest level: they are two people at once. Ruthless and kind. Disciplined and playful. Obsessed with the mission and unbothered by the timeline. They think with their head and lead with their heart.
They work like it’s all on them and rest like it’s already handled. They chase impossible goals, and they still fall asleep grateful for what they already have.
Most people think you have to pick one. The ones who win just refuse to. ♡
HNI Indian parents are actively destroying their GenZ kids with their passive income. They thought they were securing their family's future.
In reality, they just planted a generation of completely unemployable lethargic kids.
If you go to any Tier-1 or Tier-2 city today and you will see alot of 25 year old Gen Z kids trapped in the ultimate wealth dilemma
1. The Ego Trap: They refuse to take blue collar or ground level sales jobs because it hurts the family reputation.
2. The Lifestyle Trap: They refuse to take an entry level ₹30,000 corporate job because that doesn't even cover their baseline monthly expenses for cafes, fuel, and weekend trips.
3. The Entitlement Trap: They refuse to take over the traditional family business that actually built their wealth because it isn't aesthetic or is too boring.
So what do they actually do? Absolutely nothing.
They wake up at 11 AM. They live off the passive rental yield their parents built. Maybe they stroll into their dad's office for 4 hours a day to sit in an AC cabin to play Director-director and leave.
And the parents are 100% to blame.
Their obsession with providing a comfortable life and feeding their kids passive income has completely killed the family's active ambition. The father is still grinding 10 hours a day at 55, while the 25 year old son is treating life like an all inclusive resort.
If your father is funding your comfort zone, you are just a massive liability on a monthly allowance.
Worse, Indian parents actively refuse to let their kids move out of the city to struggle. Their entire logic is why leave when your father is already earning enough here?
In the US, kids are pushed out to build their own survival skills. In India, We are suffocating our kids with comfort.
Try getting out more often out of your mom's basement and you'll see that's not the case.
Next, also improve upon your English writing (typing, in this case) skills to convey your pov effectively. After all, English is your own language, I presume.
@smitadeshmukh Absolutely. A financial capital with 3 weakest links, Bad roads, Pathetic hygiene and horrible traffic management. A govt with a perfect resolve and intent can turn it around within a year. Don’t think anyone will disagree.
To the young Indians reading this on Independence Day: you will be told that loving India loudly is unsophisticated, that patriotism must always come with an apology, that our civilisation is something to be embarrassed about and our history should be remembered only through its failures. Don’t buy it. Read about Madan Lal Dhingra. Read about Khudiram Bose, Bhagat Singh, Birsa Munda, Kanaklata Barua and the thousands whose names never entered our textbooks. They were frighteningly young when they decided India was worth everything. We inherited a freedom we did not have to bleed for. Our responsibility is not to hate those who disagree with us, but to refuse the fashionable cynicism that teaches us to sneer at our own country. Question India. Criticise its governments. Fight its injustices. But never confuse contempt for India with intelligence. Build something. Serve somewhere. Know your history. Love this country enough to improve it. We have one life, and we were lucky enough to be born into a free India. Make yourself worthy of that inheritance. 🇮🇳
Air-conditioned zopadpattis at King Circle - right next to railway line !
- clear encroachments
- who pays the bill? Indian Railways?
- massive security risk for commuters
These also need to be cleared like Bandra East
In fact the entire Harbour Line is encroached 😡
Went for lunch to Chajja, a restaurant in Jadhavgadh Fort on the way to Saswad on Sunday.
For the price we paid, the service was shoddy, and the food was pretty average.
Did notice though that there is a remarkable improvement in infra en route. There was a section of a six-lane highway we drove on where construction was underway at full speed. Flyovers are being constructed to ease traffic, as this is the road to the holy town of Pandharpur from Pune.
The last time I drove on this road was in 2011 to the same fort for a vintage car rally. It was then a potholed, broken-down ‘highway’ with a narrow two-lane road through Dive Ghat. Back then we were driven around on the single-lane road in the village in a Rolls-Royce belonging to the Poonawallas.
This time, there was a boisterous family of a dozen people at the table next to ours. We couldn’t help but smile when we noticed that all the teenage girls were wearing oversized clothes, while the mothers and aunts were in tight jeans and T-shirts!
Have you seen someone who's less smart, less prepared, less qualified than you and still winning? You know they aren't that talented, but still they're achieving bigger things than you. That's Yhprum's law in action. It's when everything that should go wrong somehow works out just because they dare and keep going. You're sitting there overthinking, planning, doubting yourself while they're out there doing things relentlessly, imperfectly, shamelessly. You know we think that success follows logic, good school, smart ideas, right timing, but most of the people who win didn't follow a map, they just didn't stop. They're not better than you. They just didn't care if they looked stupid. They failed, they spoke up, they made mistakes in public. And while you waited to feel ready, they already built something. The reason people win isn't because it makes sense. It's because they move fast while you were still trying to find logic in everything
In America, a great salesman says it with his chest — "I'm in sales." It's not a fallback. It's a badge. Because they built a culture where hard work in front of a customer is respected as hard work.
Here's the part that should actually unsettle you: everyone sells. Every single day. Every single one of us.
You sold yourself in every job interview you ever sat through.
You sold yourself to the person you fell in love with.
You sell your ideas to your manager in every meeting.
You sold your startup to a VC to raise the round.
You negotiate — which is just selling in disguise — with everyone from a vendor to a landlord to your own kid.
Sales isn't a job skill. It's a life skill. And most people who've never done it in a formal role are quietly terrible at all of the above without even realizing it.
The best salespeople on earth learn to read a room, remember small details about a person's life, understand psychology better than most therapists, and take rejection on the chin — over and over — without it breaking them.
That's not a "soft skill." That's one of the hardest skills a human can build.
And it's the only job on the planet where your paycheck is a decision you make every single month.
Nobody caps you. Nobody but you decides what you're worth.
Almost every person you admire at the top — founder, CEO, leader — is, underneath the title, a phenomenal salesperson. They just stopped calling it that.
We want great salespeople to serve us. We just don't want to be one.
That contradiction, at scale, across a country of 1.4 billion, is not a small cultural quirk. Here's what it actually does to a nation:
It kills exports before they leave the factory.
You can manufacture the best product in the world — but if nobody in the room can sell it to a buyer in Germany or Dubai, it stays a warehouse full of inventory, not a business.
It caps founders at "good idea," not "big company." Every startup dies the same way — not from a bad product, but from nobody in the building who can carry it into a customer's hands. India produces brilliant engineers and mediocre revenue.
It makes us a country of order-takers, not deal-makers. When an entire generation opts out of persuasion, negotiation, and the discomfort of the close — we don't produce leaders.
We produce people who wait to be told what to do next.
It quietly kills GDP.
Every rupee of revenue in every company on earth was, at some point, sold by a human being to another human being.
A country that looks down on that moment is a country capping its own growth rate — and calling it culture.
It exports our best sales talent to the world, and we keep the rest.
Look at how many Indians run global sales orgs for American companies. We're not short on sales talent.
We're short on a culture that lets our own people believe it's a worthy way to build a life at home.
And here's the part that should really boggle your mind.
Take that same 20-something who won't touch a sales job in India. Send him to America.
Put him behind a McDonald's counter, minimum wage, taking orders from a machine and a manager half his age.
He'll post about it. He'll call it "grinding," "hustle," "building character."
He'll wear it with pride.
Ask the same guy to sell a product to a client back home, and suddenly it's beneath him.
Suddenly it's "begging in front of a client." Suddenly it's a "dirty rough job" that people with "no other option" do.
That's not logic. That's a status disorder. We didn't reject sales because it's hard — the McDonald's counter is hard too.
We rejected it because somewhere along the way, being a techie got coded as "smart" and being a salesman got coded as "less than." One sits behind a screen.
The other has to walk up to a stranger, get told no, and walk up to the next one anyway. We decided the screen was dignity and the door-knock was desperation. We got it backwards.
Reading about the Air India passengers travelling from Phuket to Delhi who were tossed out of their seats and hit the ceiling of the aircraft when it plunged 300 feet, means they had unbuckled their seat belts once the plane took off. I guess when they announce, ‘keep your seat belt on’ they do so with the benefit of hindsight. But then we Indians love to think we know best. And now some clowns are going to sue the airline because they flew out of the seats.
@unabashedinter1 Yes, I don't have coffee when I am at home or on a vacation or at somebody's place. Not very rigid about tea either. The only thing I cannot compromise on is 2 biscuits to dip in the tea before taking the first sip. 😄
My brother took going to jail really badly.
He refused to eat, refused to drink, spat at anyone who came near him, threw everything he could get his hands on, and spent hours insisting he’d done nothing wrong.
Every few minutes he’d demand a lawyer, complain that the whole system was rigged, and swear he’d never forgive us for this.
He kicked the walls, threatened to appeal the decision, and even tried convincing everyone that someone else should have gone in his place. By the end of it, he was completely inconsolable.
After that, we never played Monopoly again.