Jayesh Desai

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@SagarH62 Anil Kumble, Venkatpati Raju, Rajesh Chauhan

[Jayesh Desai @Jayesh_nd]

In our life success is not always determined by our start. It gets influenced by hurdles & how we tread them. They decides our speed and reach. Interesting learning @ZeroDayTimeline

[ZeroDay @ZeroDayTimeline]

Moral lesson; life is not about who go first

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@sunilgurjar01 Have they revised their targets...post commencement of war...or do they still maintain the targets?

[Jayesh Desai @Jayesh_nd]

@SamirPradhann He is right till he has not talked about timeline.

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@connectgurmeet One simple rule of good policy, it should be non-discreminatory. If at all it has to differentiate, it should protect local residents. Ironically many finfluencers, wants govt to exempt based on residency. Again keeping Indian residents on wrong side of taxation.

[Jayesh Desai @Jayesh_nd]

Many of us have habit to postpone our new initiatives till we fill confident about it. Came across a different and relevant perspective by @ShadeZahrai.
https://t.co/DHdIAsvs4W

[Jayesh Desai @Jayesh_nd]

Jugad is a word used for referring to finding some simple common sense based solutions to different problems.Some examples of thoughtful jugads!

[Tansu Yegen @TansuYegen]

This is probably the true meaning of using your brain 🧠

[Jayesh Desai @Jayesh_nd]

"A woman with a voice is by definition a strong woman. But the search to find that voice can be remarkably difficult." – Melinda Gates
Today, we honor every woman who dares to speak, lead, and uplift. Her voice is her power. Her journey is our inspiration. #WomensDay

[Jayesh Desai @Jayesh_nd]

Fruits of not giving up...

[Vala Afshar @ValaAfshar]

At times of uncertainty, we must all develop a warrior mindset - self-confident, proud, motivated, optimistic, gritty and well trained.

Here is a beautiful and power example of a warrior mindset: 12 years of not giving up on yourself

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@suryachaudhary1 V

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@kamaalrkhan 💩

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Grass is always Greener on the otherside: A carefully curated 15 facts by @mindoverweaknes that subtly uncovers human psychology.
#Psychology #MindsetMatters
#life

[Mind Over Weakness @mindoverweaknes]

15 Deep Facts about Life:

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An act of kindness by legend @DjokerNole that is worth knowing and worth emulating!

[Mukul Dekhane @dekhane_mukul]

A story worth sharing...

Novak Djokovic and his son Stefan have just wiped out $667,000 in school lunch debt across 22 Serbian schools — a gesture Novak called “a victory greater than any Grand Slam I’ve ever held.”

In a quiet act of father-and-son compassion, Novak and seven-year-old Stefan paid off every unpaid lunch bill they could find — ensuring thousands of children from Belgrade to Novi Sad can walk into school each morning with dignity, a full tray, and no fear of being turned away or shamed for being hungry.

Speaking through emotion, Novak said:
“I’ve lifted trophies in four countries in the same year… but nothing weighs on your heart like knowing a child might sit through class without food. Today is bigger than tennis. Today is about children.”

Little Stefan — standing close, fingers wrapped around his father’s hand — added in a trembling voice that melted every heart in the room:
“Every kid is somebody’s best friend. I just wanted them to have lunch like I do.”

Teachers cried. Parents thanked them. Children clapped and laughed, unaware that their simple lunch — something many take for granted — had just been secured by two people who will never ask for anything in return.

This wasn’t about headlines.
It wasn’t about image.
It was about a father teaching his son that real greatness is measured not in trophies… but in kindness.

Two Djokovics.
One extraordinary act of love.
And thousands of full stomachs — and full hearts — across Serbia.

@DjokerNole Brilliant 👌😍

[Jayesh Desai @Jayesh_nd]

Points to ponder...

[Mukul Dekhane @dekhane_mukul]

When you are bored just think about a few things that don't make sense ...like ;

1. If poison expires, is it more poisonous or is it no longer poisonous?

2. Which letter is silent in the word "Scent," the S or the C?

3. Do twins ever realize that one of them is unplanned?

4. Why is the letter W, in English, called double U? Shouldn't it be called double V?

5. Maybe oxygen is slowly killing you and It just takes 75-100 years to fully work.

6. Every time you clean something, you just make something else dirty.

7. The word "swims" upside-down is still "swims".

8. 100 years ago everyone owned a horse and only the rich had cars. Today everyone has cars and only the rich own horses.

9. If you replace "W" with "T" in "What, Where and When", you get the answer to each of them.

10. If you rip a hole in a net, there are actually fewer holes in it than there were before.

🤔🤔😇😇😇💐💐

[Jayesh Desai @Jayesh_nd]

Pause before you post!
A wonderful awareness campaign for making people aware about hazards of unchecked Sharing of personal development on Social Media!

[Narendra Nath Mishra @iamnarendranath]

यह जागरूकता एड हर किसी को हर जगह शेयर करना चाहिए।
बहुत सहज तरीके से आज की सबसे चिंताजनक चीज को बताया गया है

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@sharma_views As

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10 years of connecting to the world through Twitter/X #MyXAnniversary

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An emotional story about the kind of difference #Police or any one in #PublicService can bring to people and society.
A heartwarming incidence posted by @MohiniWealth.

[Mohini Maheshwari @mohinimaheshwa]

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.

[Jayesh Desai @Jayesh_nd]

Interesting!

[Tansu Yegen @TansuYegen]

The World is a Cat and playing with Australia 🐱

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