India's greatest travesty is that its credentialed class is extremely performative and doesn't really care about improving the lives of its poor and underprivileged.
Nothing else explains their disdain for builders and stratospheric praise for people who maintained status quo.
Almost a week since @Iyervval’s account was silenced. But you can silence an account, not the man. He’s back with a scathing exposé of the cockroaches, and a hard-hitting discussion on NGOs, FCRA and much more.
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This boils my blood man. This is crappiest of things if allowed in India as well. You just can not allow a biological male to compete with biological females. I am father of a daughter and this is unfair on crazy level. May god help the next generation from such bigotry. This is elite sports not some show business.
There are 0 British Lunar Landers on the Moon.
There are 0 British Physics or Mathematics Olympiad Gold Medalists in 2026. (7 Indian + 1 ethnic Indian from the US)
The number 0 was invented by the Indian scholar Aryabhata to describe British steel production capacity in 2026: 0.
Apparently, the moment some individuals of other faiths celebrate a Hindu festival, it stops being Hindu.
Onam is “secular.” Pongal is “just Tamil.” Bihu is “agrarian.”
Coincidence, or a pattern?
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Rahul Gandhi is NO champion of women’s rights. He is simply a Hindu baiter, using the cause of women’s empowerment as a convenient smokescreen to target and discredit Hindu Dharma.
Consider this: how many times has he spoken with the same outrage against patriarchal and medieval practices that persist under Sharia ? NEVER.
While Sharia is foundational to Islamic jurisprudence, Manusmriti has no comparable scriptural authority in Hindu Dharma. It is not even a universally binding code for Hindus.
Yet ask yourself: how many times does Rahul Gandhi attack the Manusmriti, and how many times does he attack Sharia with the same fervour?
The enduring strength of Hinduism lies in its unique ability to evolve, reform and adapt with time- as it has for millennia, and as it will for eternity.
Every Hindu must therefore ask: what is Rahul Gandhi’s real intent- championing women’s rights, or using them as a pretext to malign Hindu Dharma?
Cong rhetoric on women’s rights rings hollow when measured against its own record.
They betrayed our mothers and sisters by reversing the effect of the Shah Bano judgment.
It opposed the law against Triple Talaq. And just to cling to power in Karnataka, Rahul Gandhi ensured that not a single woman found a place in the State Cabinet.
So here is a simple challenge to Rahul Gandhi:
If women’s equality truly comes before politics, will he unequivocally support a Uniform Civil Code that guarantees equal rights irrespective of religion?
Or will his idea of “women’s rights” continue to begin and end with attacking Hinduism?
WHY I AM WRITING ABOUT SHILLONG
THE MOTHER WAITING
How many of you came home late from college and found your mother standing on the verandah?
Not worried because you were late.
Worried whether you would return home normally or beaten and bleeding.
We have.
Our mothers knew what could happen to a Bengali Hindu boy.
THE BOY WHO CAME HOME BEATEN
How many of you watched a bright, cheerful friend slowly become silent?
He would return home with swollen cheeks after being beaten.
His mother heated old clothes over a coal fire and applied them to his bruised body.
Next morning, he went back. The beatings continued.
We have.
His fault? Son of a poor Bengali Hindu.
KICKED ON THE ROAD
How many of you watched a classmate being kicked in the face on a pebbled road by boys wearing boots?
We have.
You stood there and watched, freezed.
That helplessness doesn't disappear.
THE STEEL TRUNK
How many of you slept wearing sneakers because you might have to run that night?
Steel trunk packed.
Mother wearing one of her better saris.
Lights switched off.
Waiting.
Our refugee colony was under threat.
And before going to sleep, mother told us:
Be ready to become refugees again.
Imagine those words coming from a woman who had already been uprooted once.
We don't have to imagine them.
We heard them.
THE MEN WITH RIFLES
How many grew up seeing curfew?
Empty streets.
Army flag marches.
CRPF.
And felt relieved when Indian soldiers appeared because you knew somebody was finally standing between you and genocide?
How many regarded CRPF as your protectors?
We have.
THE VEGETABLE SELLER
How many saw poor Bengali vegetable vendors humiliated?
Vegetables picked up.
Money not paid.
And if the vendor dared demand payment, he had to worry about whether he would be allowed to return to that market.
We have.
People learnt to swallow humiliation because survival was more important than dignity.
THE FOREIGNER
How many were called outsiders in India?
How many grew up understanding that someone could kick you or humiliate you & expect you to remain quiet?
We have.
Freedom wasn't something we discussed in textbooks.
We learnt what its absence felt like.
YOUR GOD IS INFERIOR
How many were made to feel that the Gods you worshipped were inferior & Devil?
How many regularly cleared religious literature about the “Good News” from their letterboxes?
We were souls waiting to be rescued. Bengali Hindu refugees.
We have.
Yet our parents didn't convert. We remained Hindu.
DURGA PUJA
How many Bengalis waited an entire year for Durga Puja & still couldn't take even the freedom to worship for granted?
We have.
For refugee Bengali families, Maa wasn't an academic discussion about religion. Maa was our Safe place.
REFUGEES. AGAIN.
Our parents had already been uprooted. They chose India.
Then their children grew up hearing that they were outsiders here too.
What exactly were we supposed to do? Become refugees again?
WHERE WERE THE HINDU ORGANISATIONS?
Where were the organisations claiming to speak for Hindus when we needed someone to stand beside us?
What I remember is Bharat Sevashram Sangha.
I remember the bond between refugee Bengali Hindu families.
I remember CRPF, the Indian Army.
They kept us alive.
THE TIPPING POINT
The attack on memorials of Netaji and Swamiji in Shillong.
Enough.
I DON'T NEED A FUKCING LESSON IN NATIONAL INTEGRATION
Don't tell me today that Bengali Hindus must understand everybody else's sensitivities.
Our parents understood enough. They understood what it meant to lose a homeland. They understood what it meant to start again with nothing.
They understood what it meant to keep quiet so their children could survive.
What I want to know is:
WHO UNDERSTOOD OUR SENSITIVITIES?
Who spoke when Bengali Hindu boys were beaten?
Who spoke when we lived under threat?
Who spoke when people left Shillong?
Who told:
You are Indians. You belong here. Nobody has the right to make you run again.
In the 1990s power-starved India was trying to build a dam in Gujarat. The dam would generate electricity and bring canals to the country’s driest regions. A woman led a protest against it, and the fight dragged on for years.
At the same time China was building the Three Gorges Dam. India and China had comparable GDPs back then.
India completed its dam after a decade of protests and delays.
China finished its massive dam earlier, then used that power to build factories, infrastructure and more dams, lifting itself out of poverty.