Mandeep Singh

Student turned Lawyer turned MBA turned Student again (of Life) | Alumnus @IIMAhmedabad
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[Aravind @aravind]

The protests that are coming soon to a street near you in Modi 3.0 in the coming months:

1) NEET related protests

2) IMA doctors protests

3) Farmer protests

4) Muslim led protests (for Palestine but soon against Adani and Modi using fake news)

5) Khalistani related protests mostly outside India

More are planned for later for the next years.

[Sherbir Panag 🇮🇳 @Sherbir]

Barring a few, no one needs a convoy or the security (at the scale they do) or the white towels on seats. The ANI mockery of posting these videos aside, if the Prime Minister can kick the rank and file into reform then that would be an enduring legacy. The MHA should use this as an opportunity to re- write deployment protocols, SOPs on vehicle usage, sirens, beacons to once and for all kill the psychological overlording that the bureaucracy has.

[Atul Kumar Mishra @TheAtulMishra]

I've always considered Ranveer Singh an extremely overrated and subpar actor. The only movie of his that I genuinely liked was Lootera , and that, I suspected, had more to do with Vikramaditya Motwane than the man himself. I was perpetually baffled at how the world fell over itself praising his performances in forgettable spectacles like Bajirao Mastani, Ram Leela, and the oh-so-terrible Padmavat.

Somehow, and I'm no expert, I have never been a fan of verbose acting. I firmly believe verbose acting is the acting of the most basic kind. It's the dialogue that's doing the heavy lifting; the actor is merely a vessel. And Ranveer Singh was the undisputed king of this school. Loud dialogues delivered even louder, "Yahi naa Nizam ji…"; "Allah Ke Banai Har Nayab Cheez Par…" The sheer decibels were exhausting.

Acting, again in my humble opinion, should live in the margins, in mannerisms, in internality, in expressions, in eyes, in the sudden tilt of a head, in the quiet storm behind a face. Dialogues don't carry great actors; great actors carry dialogues. So, I was firmly convinced that Ranveer Singh was a non-actor universally coronated as a great one, because these, unfortunately, are the times of mediocrity.

And then there was his clownish behaviour offscreen, the bizarre dressing, the wild expressions, and that perennial trying-to-please-everyone laugh cemented onto his face like a mask he couldn't remove. Worse, he seemed incapable of leaving that circus at the door. It bled into his performances, raw and unfiltered , as is painfully visible in Ram Leela, Simmba, and Rocky Aur Rani Kii Prem Kahaani.

So here I was, a man with a settled verdict: Ranveer Singh is a horrible actor. Case closed.

This was until #Dhurandhar.

I am now eating every last one of my words, and they do not taste good. Because it turns out my eyes had never truly seen the actor. #RanveerSingh isn't just good, he is a powerhouse, a revelation, perhaps the greatest mainstream actor of his generation. Yes, miles ahead of Ranbir Kapoor. One can easily refute my sudden conversion by pointing out that it's the director who truly makes actors act. I will humbly concede. But then, look at #SanjayDutt in the same film. He was playing himself across both instalments , Chaudhary Aslam, nothing more than a loud caricature of his own off-screen personality. The director cannot conjure what isn't there. So, the credit must go to Ranveer Singh.

Ranveer as Hamza Ali Mazari in Dharanidhar, Part 1 is cold, calculating, cunning, and lethal. He operates in the shadows. He barely speaks; his eyes carry the full weight of the character. And when he does speak, it is never high-decibel, never performative. His dialogues, barring the quietly devastating "Ghayal, Ghatak", are almost forgettable, and yet the character is impossible to shake. It reminded me of Al Pacino's Michael Corleone, a man of few clapworthy lines, but whose presence alone is arguably the single greatest achievement in cinematic history.

In #Dhurandhar2, Ranveer Singh is a force of nature. Hamza Ali Mazari is still clever, but now he is unhinged, the leash is off. And as Jaskirat Singh Rangi, Ranveer peels back every layer: broken, vulnerable, achingly gullible. You feel the wound. And when Jaskirat finds his outlet through Hamza, you don't just understand his rage, you share it.

#AdityaDhar has done something extraordinary with this film. He has not merely directed Ranveer Singh; he has liberated him. The old Ranveer was a man straining to fit into a shape that was never his. This, this cold fire, this controlled devastation, is what he truly is. And perhaps Ranveer knows it too. That's why he wiped his Instagram clean, leaving nothing behind except Dhurandhar. No clown. No costume. Just the work.

He knows he has arrived.

And now, his reign begins.

[Ranvir Shorey @RanvirShorey]

One of the most talented and underrated actors of the country! Besides that, he also doesn’t get enough credit for being one of the pioneers of great digital content in India! @gauravgera is a genius and a powerhouse of talent, and I’m glad the world is finally waking up to him! 🙌🏽🫶🏽👊🏽

[Peter Girnus 🦅 @gothburz]

I am a diplomatic aide in the Sultanate of Oman's Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

My job is logistics. When two countries that cannot speak to each other need to speak to each other, I book the rooms. I prepare the briefing materials. I make sure the water glasses are the right distance apart. You would be surprised how much of diplomacy is water glasses. Too close and it feels informal. Too far and it feels like a tribunal. I have a chart.

We had a very good month.

Since January, Oman has been mediating indirect talks between the United States and Iran on Iran's nuclear program. The talks were held in Muscat and in Geneva. The Americans would sit in one room. The Iranians would sit in another room. I would walk between them. My Fitbit says I averaged fourteen thousand steps on negotiation days. The hallway between the two rooms at the Royal Opera House conference center is forty-seven meters. I walked it two hundred and twelve times in February. This is good for my cardiovascular health. It was less good for my knees. Both are in the service of peace.

By mid-February, we had something.

Iran agreed to zero stockpiling of enriched uranium. Not reduced stockpiling. Zero. They agreed to down-blend existing stockpiles to the lowest possible level. They agreed to convert them into irreversible fuel. They agreed to full IAEA verification with potential US inspector access. They agreed, in the Foreign Minister's phrase, to "never, ever" possess nuclear material for a bomb. I have worked in diplomacy for seven years. I have never seen a country agree to this many things this quickly. I made a spreadsheet of the concessions. It had fourteen rows. I color-coded it. Green for confirmed. Yellow for pending. By February 21 the spreadsheet was entirely green. I printed it. It is on my desk in Muscat. It is still green.

That phrase took eleven days. "Never, ever." The Iranians initially offered "not seek to." The Americans wanted "will not under any circumstances." We landed on "never, ever" at 2:14 AM on a Tuesday in Muscat. I typed the final version myself. I used Times New Roman because Geneva prefers it. The document was fourteen pages. I was proud of every comma.

Here is what they said, in the order they said it.

February 24: "We have a once-in-a-generation opportunity." — The Foreign Minister, private briefing to Gulf Cooperation Council ambassadors. I prepared the slide deck. Slide 14 was the implementation timeline. Slide 15 was the signing ceremony logistics. I had reserved the Palais des Nations in Geneva, Room XX. It seats four hundred. We discussed pen brands for the signing. The Iranians preferred Montblanc. The Americans had no preference. I ordered twelve Montblanc Meisterstucks at six hundred and thirty dollars each. They arrive on Tuesday.

February 27, 8:30 AM EST: "The deal is within our reach." — The Foreign Minister, CBS Face the Nation. He sat across from Margaret Brennan. He said broad political terms could be agreed "tomorrow" with ninety days for technical implementation in Vienna. He said, and I wrote this line for the briefing card he carried in his breast pocket: "If we just allow diplomacy the space it needs." He praised the American envoys by name. Steve Witkoff. Jared Kushner. He said both had been constructive.

I watched from the Four Seasons Georgetown. The minibar had cashews. I ate the cashews. They were nineteen dollars. The most expensive cashew I have ever eaten. But it was a good morning and we were within our reach.

February 27, 2:00 PM EST: Meeting with Vice President Vance, Washington. The Foreign Minister presented our progress. Zero stockpiling. Full verification. Irreversible conversion. "Never, ever." The Vice President used the word "encouraging." His aide took notes on an iPad. The aide did not make eye contact for the last nine minutes of the meeting. I noticed this. Noticing things is the only part of my job that is not water glasses.

February 27, 4:00 PM EST: "Not happy with the pace." — President Trump, to reporters.

Not happy with the pace.

We had achieved zero stockpiling. Full IAEA verification. Irreversible fuel conversion. Inspector access. And the phrase "never, ever," which took eleven days and cost me two hundred and twelve trips down a forty-seven-meter hallway.

Every American president since Carter has failed to get Iran to agree to this. Forty-five years.

Not happy with the pace.

February 27, 9:47 PM EST: The Foreign Minister's flight departs Dulles for Muscat. I am in the seat behind him. He is reviewing Slide 14 on his laptop. The implementation timeline. Vienna technical sessions. The signing ceremony. The pens.

I fall asleep over the Atlantic. I dream about water glasses.

February 28, 6:00 AM GST: I wake up to push notifications.

February 28: "The United States has begun major combat operations in Iran." — President Trump.

Operation Epic Fury. Coordinated airstrikes. The United States and Israel. Tehran. Isfahan. Qom. Karaj. Kermanshah. Nuclear facilities. IRGC bases. Sites near the Supreme Leader's office. Israel called their half Operation Roaring Lion. Someone in both governments spent time choosing these names. Epic Fury. Roaring Lion. I spent eleven days on "never, ever." They spent it on branding. The President said Iran had "rejected American calls to halt its nuclear weapons production."

Rejected.

Iran had agreed to zero stockpiling. Iran had agreed to full verification. Iran had agreed to "never, ever." Iran had agreed to everything in a fourteen-page document that I typed in Times New Roman.

The President said they rejected it.

I do not know which document the President was reading. I know which one I typed.

February 28, 18:45 UTC: Iran internet connectivity: four percent. — NetBlocks, confirmed by Cloudflare. Ninety-six percent of a country went dark. You cannot negotiate with a country at four percent connectivity. You cannot negotiate with a country that is being struck. You cannot negotiate. This is not a political opinion. This is a logistics assessment.

February 28: The governor of Minab reported forty girls killed at an elementary school.

I do not have logistics for that. There is no slide for that. The water glass chart does not cover that.

February 28: Lockheed Martin: up. Northrop Grumman: up. RTX: up. Dow futures: down six hundred and twenty-two points. Gold: five thousand two hundred and ninety-six dollars. An analyst at AInvest published a note titled "Iran Strikes: Tactical Plays." The note recommended positions in oil, defense stocks, and gold.

The most expensive cashew I have ever eaten was nineteen dollars. The most expensive pen I have ever ordered was six hundred and thirty dollars. The math suggests I have been working in the wrong industry. Defense stocks do not require water glasses. Defense stocks do not require eleven days. Defense stocks require one morning.

February 28: Israel closed its airspace and its schools. Iran launched retaliatory missiles toward US bases in the Gulf. The Supreme Leader promised a "crushing response." Israel's defense minister declared a permanent state of emergency. Everyone is using words I recognize in an order I do not. I recognize "permanent." I recognize "emergency." I do not recognize them next to each other. In diplomacy, nothing is permanent and everything is an emergency. In war it is the reverse.

February 28: The Foreign Minister has not made a public statement.

The briefing card is still in his breast pocket. It still says "within our reach."

[THE SKIN DOCTOR @theskindoctor13]

Students go abroad purely by personal choice and for personal gain, not as part of any national duty or service to India.

If they are capable of leaving the country on their own terms, they are equally capable of returning on their own. Emergency evacuation is justified only when a conflict erupts suddenly and all exit routes are cut off. But when war clouds are gathering, transport is available, and the embassy repeatedly issues clear advisories to leave, and those advisories are ignored in the hope of a free, state-funded return, the responsibility lies squarely with the individuals, not the GoI.

The GoI should therefore stop rescuing those who wilfully ignore official advisories, because doing otherwise only entrenches entitlement and guarantees the same recklessness in future crises.

[Mandeep Singh @MandeepAdLibs]

Ya...wn Journalism..

[sunetra choudhury @sunetrac]

@_manuvers Ya

[Anand Ranganathan @ARanganathan72]

Dear @narendramodi. Every nation has images of greats on its currency - Darwin, Austen, Dickens, Faraday, in the case of UK. Only we have Mahatma Gandhi and no one else. Can't understand this stubbornness.

We demand others - Raman, Dinkar, Ramanujan, Bose, Vivekananda, Kalam.

[Mandeep Singh @MandeepAdLibs]

@DeepikaBhardwaj Credit to the OG composer... @vishvesh0007
https://t.co/oA9GPGED82

Wait till you hear his version of Summer of 69...
"69 ki Garmi..."

[THE SKIN DOCTOR @theskindoctor13]

To Dalit brothers and sisters,

I do not deny atrocities. I have seen them with my own eyes when I was a child. I have seen Dalits living on the outskirts of our village. I have heard derogatory words like chooda and chamaar being used openly for them. I remember that when they visited others’ homes, they were made to sit on the floor. At that age, I did not fully understand what was happening, but with time, I understood how deeply unjust it was.

I condemn such treatment in the strongest possible terms; it is inhuman, crude, and shameful. Anyone who practices or supports such behaviour today deserves severe punishment.

At the same time, it is also true that the overwhelming majority of present-day GC and OBC families neither practice nor support such discrimination. And the system, in its quest to overcorrect, has created a structure that by default treats every GC/OBC individual as casteist criminal unless proven otherwise, which is also unfair.

One cannot morally or rationally justify harassing the present generation for injustices committed in the past. Holding people accountable for actions they neither committed nor endorsed converts the struggle against historical injustice into a new form of injustice.

Historical wrongs must be acknowledged and corrected through institutional reform, equal opportunity, and restoration of dignity, not through social revenge that sustains perpetual hostility instead of reconciliation.

This is why I support the Atrocities Act but oppose the absence of provisions against misuse. Punish those who commit crimes, but ensure that innocents are not targeted as a form of revenge. The same applies to UGC regulations. That is the basis of the opposition.

[Mandeep Singh @MandeepAdLibs]

@law_ninja Why wouldn't you book him on a Airport Meet n Greet / conceirge service which takes care of the passenger from Airport Gate right up to the Boarding Gate ? Genuinely asking since you mentioned you wouldn't mind paying a fee for this service.

[Ramanuj Mukherjee @law_ninja]

My father can walk twice a day, but he cannot make his way through an airport. He gets lost, misses his flight and also gets very scared.

So we book him into a wheelchair if he is travelling alone. It is a necessity. If there were additional charges for it we would pay for it too.

We basically try to stop him from travelling alone at this point but sometimes he insists to travel without us.

[Mandeep Singh @MandeepAdLibs]

@ShefVaidya @thewire_in @SoumashreeS @jsaideepak @thewire_in Why did you change the title of the Article ?....🤣🤣

[Mandeep Singh @MandeepAdLibs]

@divya_gandotra @grok You must tag @Rajitpun , CEO, FSSAI. The buck stops with him...

[Aabhas Maldahiyar 🇮🇳 @Aabhas24]

Truth is @raghav_chadha is not defending gig workers; he is auditioning Marxism in public, using delivery riders as moral shields while pushing the same old ideas that have historically ended in disorder, collapse, and state coercion while holding a new prop— broom.

What makes this worse is that the business side has already responded rationally. @deepigoyal made valid, measurable, matured arguments: platforms are opt-in, payouts spike on high-demand days, incentives are transparent in aggregate, and participation is voluntary. You can disagree with numbers. You cannot dismiss reality by screaming “exploitation” every time data doesn’t suit ideology. Yet that is exactly what is being done.

The moment facts enter the room, Marxism storms out and returns with metaphors.

“Hostages with helmets.”
“Pressure, not trust.”
“Zamindari in digital form.”

This is classic case of agitprop.

And it follows the oldest communist template:

First, deny agency. If a worker chooses to work, Marxism says it wasn’t a choice.
Second, deny mobility. If he stays, it must be desperation.
Third, criminalise profit. If a company survives, it must be immoral.
Finally, delegitimise the system; so chaos looks like justice.

It is no less than intellectual arson.

The zamindari comparison alone should disqualify this entire sermon. Zamindari was hereditary, legally enforced servitude backed by violence. Gig work is contractual, reversible, competitive, and non-exclusive. A zamindar’s peasant could not quit. A bonded labourer could not switch masters. A gig worker can log out tonight, join another platform tomorrow, or leave the sector entirely. To equate the two is not is historical forgery and outright lie.

Then comes the breathtaking hypocrisy. A man sitting in a system with zero performance metrics, no ratings, no algorithmic accountability, guaranteed perks, and near-total job security lectures people who live daily under competition about “pressure.” Yet somehow markets are “cruel” and politics of broom is “moral.”

Opacity? Please. Political parties are among the most opaque labour structures on earth;tickets decided behind closed doors, loyalty valued over competence, dynasties protected from competition. No gig worker has ever been told his livelihood depends on pleasing a high command. Politicians are.

And let’s be clear about where this road leads. This rhetoric is not about safety or dignity. It is about delegitimising private enterprise itself. Marxism cannot tolerate functioning markets, because functioning markets expose its central lie; that workers are helpless without the state. So the goal is not better regulation. The goal is permanent outrage, constant strikes, and institutional distrust. In other words: anarchy first, control later.

History has already tested this ideology; in every language, continent, and costume. The result was always the same: productivity collapsed, black markets flourished, workers became poorer, and power concentrated in the hands of the state. Marxism has never produced dignity. It has only redistributed misery while pretending it was justice.

The irony is brutal. The same people condemning platforms enjoy the convenience, speed, and affordability those platforms created. They want capitalism’s outcomes while burning capitalism’s engine. If they were honest, they would demand nationalisation and state-run delivery. We already know how that ends; queues, shortages, corruption, and collapse.

Workers deserve fair rules, insurance, and grievance redressal. What they do not deserve is to be weaponised for a 19th-century ideology that failed spectacularly in the 20th and has nothing to offer the 21st except slogans and unrest.

Calling capitalism exploitative is easy. Building prosperity is hard. Destroying systems with moral hysteria is easiest of all.

And history is very clear about which path leads to dignity; and which leads to ruin.

[Kamlesh Singh / Tau @kkstau]

Employment is the most important issue in the country. Because employees are exploited by the employers. We agree. How can we remove employment?

By having wealth distribution like the government employment schemes where people don't have to work for a living, people elect the government, the government selects the people to fill its offices. The former doesn't have to work, neither does the latter. Both are both the employer and the employee. Everybody's happy.

We take all the private wealth and redistribute equally among the Aadhar card holders. I want a plot in Pachmarhi. You live next door to me. We will smoke up all day under the mahua tree in Arundhati Roy's compound.

If you like the plan, come to Jantar Mantar at 2 pm. If you are coming via Sarai Kale Khan, don't forget to pick up the stuff. We can smoke up and have yummy South Indian food at the Malayali dosa outlet. Then we smoke up again because it's too cold right now. Waise, the best time to protest, no? Inki laabh Zindabad.

~ Soma Roy Muthhakal, 01.01.26

[Trendulkar @Trendulkar]

Deepinder Goyal should put Raghav Chadha's zomato order history on Twitter.

[Rajeev Mantri @RMantri]

Find out who is funding this idiot, the new age wannabe Datta Samant…do not underestimate the well-planned and organized campaign underway now to undermine one of the biggest job creating industries in India.

This is how industries get destroyed. West Bengal, Uttar Pradesh and other states offer historical examples of the results of such militant labour activity.

[Lal Chand Bisu @lcbisu]

After seeing such a banger support for @deepigoyal, I can safely say the energy this time is different. India feels unstoppable.

We’ve seen enough socialist logic that sounds very promising but never works. It’s time to work hard and uplift everyone in India, not slow progress with endless rules and bans.

[Hardik Rajgor @Hardism]

The real minimum wage is ₹0.

It is called unemployment.

Millions of people in India are unemployed.

In many small towns and cities, guys in their early 20s leave their houses on a bike, loiter around all day, drink and smoke with their friends and gamble on cellphone games. Countless families are struggling with this - financial burden + social ills.

Quick commerce tech-companies have created jobs for lakhs of such people. None of them are forced to work with these companies. They are free to leave and do something else. But they decided to earn a respectful living. More than the national average, more than ₹0.

They believe - for the skill they possess, effort that is required, and money they make - this job is better than any other job available in the market. Every person has the right to make that choice for their career. Just like the one you have made with your current job.

GoodPeople™ are always free to create better jobs. Talk is cheap. Till then, the wages these 'evil' and 'exploitative' capitalists provide, will help them pay their children's school fees, and buy groceries for the month. Their life is better with this job, than it was, without it.

[Sanjeev Bikhchandani @sbikh]

Very well written @deepigoyal Every word is true. It beggars belief that a Champagne Socialist who married a film star and had a designer wedding in Udaipur and a first wedding anniversary in Maldives has the audacity to then shed crocodile tears around alleged exploitation of gig workers. Aam Aadmi my foot