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@ragiiing_bull So beautiful 🙏

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@KP24 😂

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@ajay43 😂😂

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@sunnyjoshiii Common sense

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@riecker Absolute stupidity. guess who would benefit from some pranayama

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@simply_mixed_up 😂😂

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@sanjeevsanyal Articulation training

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@saaiyer Seriously

[Raaggiri रागगीरी @Raaggiri]

जगजीत जी की गायकी का दौर करीब पांच दशक तक रहा। स्वाभाविक सी बात है कि इस लंबे समय में उन्होंने एक ही ग़ज़ल को कई बार आया। लेकिन आप हर प्रस्तुति के अंदाज़ में फ़र्क़ पाएँगे। यही उनकी लोकप्रियता की सबसे बड़ी वजह थी।
#Raaggiri
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[AnādyaOm - Praveen B @AnadyaOm]

Neem Karoli Baba looked at Larry Brilliant, already an ardent devotee, with a grin and asked, 'Doctor, Doctor America! How much money do you have? Larry admitted he only had five hundred dollars and a mountain of medical school debt. Maharaj-ji just burst into a loud, joyful laugh. He started teasing him, saying, "You are no doctor, You are no doctor,.. U N O doctor!" Larry didn't get the joke at the time, but the master clearly saw a future for him that Larry couldn't see for himself.

Between fits of giggles, Maharaj-ji gave him a direct order: Larry was to work for the United Nations and travel from village to village to wipe out smallpox. Larry was completely lost. He had no experience in public health and barely knew anything about the disease. Still, for weeks, Maharaj-ji kept pushing him, asking every single day if he'd gotten the job yet.

Larry tried to do what he was told, but he felt like a bit of a joke. He spent his days bouncing between the ashram and the World Health Organization (WHO) offices in New Delhi, wearing a borrowed suit that didn't fit and tucking his long hippie hair awkwardly into the collar. He met with the director, Dr. Nicole Grasset, but the answer was always the same. There were no jobs, no plans to expand, and definitely no room for an inexperienced American doctor in a weird tie. Larry kept going back to the ashram hoping to drop the subject, but the guru wouldn't let it go.

One day, Maharaj-ji told him to go to the WHO immediately. There, Larry met Dr. D.A. Henderson, the head of the global smallpox program. Henderson didn't mince words; he shut the door on Larry, pointing out his lack of training and the political tensions that made it hard for Americans to work in India.

Frustrated and exhausted, Larry and his wife headed to Kashmir. But behind the scenes, things were shifting. Dr. Grasset suddenly felt a strange urge to help Larry, which she later credited to his mysterious guru. She offered him a basic administrative assistant role just because he knew how to write, and she even pushed the paperwork through the UN bureaucracy to make it happen.

There was still one huge problem. Every American employee needed a strict security clearance. Larry had been a radical antiwar activist, so a government background check was basically a death sentence for his career. He went back to Kainchi dham and told Maharaj-ji he was defeated. In response, the guru simply covered his face with a blanket and went into a giggling trance.

At that exact moment in Geneva, Dr. Henderson was at a cocktail party with the US Surgeon General. When the topic of American help with smallpox came up, Henderson mentioned a young doctor in India who was stuck because of a security clearance. The Surgeon General didn't care about the red tape. He just asked for the name, grabbed a cocktail napkin, and scribbled: "Brilliant, okay to start work."

The next morning, Maharaj-ji was in a great mood. He fed Larry and his wife sweet jalebis, deep-fried syrup treats, before telling them it was time to leave. As they walked toward the gates, a postman arrived with a telegram. The security clearance had come through, and Larry was ordered to start work immediately.

Even though he started as an assistant, Larry got his real training from his guru. During the course of many weekend conversations, Maharaj-ji explained exactly how smallpox moved through India, the seasons, the cycles, and the hardest regions to reach. He seemed to know more about the disease than the experts at the WHO. Even after three months on the job, Larry felt the guru had a better handle on things. He once asked, "Will smallpox be eradicated?" and wrote down the answer: "Smallpox will be eradicated. This is God's gift to mankind because of the hard work of dedicated medical scientists."

For a while, Larry was still stuck with office work and never sent into the field. But then something strange happened. A Russian doctor assigned to an area where Maharaj-ji had lived for years was delayed by Soviet paperwork. There was a blank spot on the map, and Larry was the only person available to fill it.

In September 1973, Maharaj-ji attained Mahasamadhi.

Larry drove through remote villages with a big photo of Neem Karoli Baba on his jeep's dashboard. Local officials, who were usually skeptical of outsiders, softened immediately when they saw the saint's face.

In 1974, there were 180,000 cases and 30,000 deaths in a single year. Within next two years of intense work, they conquered smallpox in India. It took 400 experts from 30 countries and 100,000 Indian workers acting with total commitment to end it. Most people said it was impossible, but Maharaj-ji believed it could happen and it did.

Sita Ram 🙏

[The Curious Tales @thecurioustales]

I just learned about a concept, I can't stop thinking about.

The Four Burner Theory.

It destroyed Elon Musk's first marriage.
It explains why Bezos is jacked but divorced.

And why Zuckerberg has no real friends.

Once you understand it, your life will never be same:🧵

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[Dr Jason Philip. M.S., MCh @Jasonphilip8]

The world sees Praggnanandhaa as a chess prodigy. They see the trophies, the headlines, the victories over Magnus Carlsen,& the enigmatic smile across the board. They didn't see the journey of this Chennai star.

I saw a middle class Tamil family deciding that a child's dream was worth every sacrifice they could make. They don't see a father working tirelessly so that tournament fees could somehow be afforded. They don't see a mother travelling endlessly with her son, carrying home cooked food across continents because every rupee mattered. Yes, even food. They don't see the thousands of lonely hours spent staring at 64 squares while other kids watched Cable TV.

What makes his story remarkable is that he wasn't even the family's 1st chess prodigy. His sister, Vaishali, was already making waves. Many younger siblings would have lived in that shadow. Instead, he quietly built a light of his own.

By 12, he had become one of the youngest Grandmasters in history. But talent alone never explains greatness. Chess at the highest level, is never merely a test of intelligence. It is a test of resilience. Nezhmetdinov, Parimarjan Negi, Sultan Khan... They were all supremely talented. Yet never made it big.

Praggs had the doggedness, when the path was strewn with thorns & pebbles, the peak was not visible. A test of whether you can keep thinking when exhausted, keep believing after defeat,& keep improving when the world isn't watching.

Then came Magnus Carlsen. For most young players, facing Magnus is like standing at the foot of Everest. Praggnanandhaa climbed anyway. He beat him. Then beat him again. And again. What initially looked like an upset slowly became the arrival of a new force.

But perhaps the most extraordinary thing about him is his temperament. In an age that rewards noise, he remains quiet. Unassuming. In a world obsessed with self promotion, he lets his moves speak. He wins without arrogance. He loses without excuses. There is a rare dignity about Praggs.

Sometimes I think about the absurdity of it all. In a universe containing billions of stars and countless worlds, on one small planet, in one corner of Chennai, a boy sat before a chessboard,& dreamt the impossible. Not because success was guaranteed. It never is. Not because the odds were favourable. It never was. But because he loved the game, his family believed in him.

That, more than any rating or title, is what makes Praggnanandhaa special. His story is a reminder that greatness rarely arrives with fanfare. It is built quietly, one sacrifice, one setback, one ordinary day at a time, until suddenly the world looks up and calls it extraordinary. Jai Hind!

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