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हीच त्यांची चूक झाली असावी...
Ramesh kept his documents in a blue plastic folder inside the cupboard.
Electricity bills, insurance papers, tax returns all neatly arranged. Every March, he would sit at the dining table with a calculator and his reading glasses, making sure nothing was missed. His wife would tease him for being so particular.
“Even the government doesn’t care this much,” she once laughed.
But Ramesh cared.He believed that if you lived correctly, life would behave correctly in return.
You pay your taxes.
You buy health insurance.
You don’t bribe.
You stop at red lights.
You build things slowly, properly.
He had spent twenty-five years building small securities a modest flat in Mulund, a fixed deposit for his son’s education, a medical policy renewed every year without fail. He wasn’t rich, but he was careful. Careful felt close to safe.
That afternoon, the sun was harsh. The kind that makes the road shimmer.
He stopped at the signal on LBS Road and wiped sweat from his neck. Above him, the metro line stood unfinished concrete segments resting on pillars like heavy thoughts paused mid-sentence. It had been under construction for so long that no one really noticed it anymore.
He had contributed to it too, in ways he never saw directly.
Through deductions on his payslip.
Through rising fuel prices.
Through the idea that the city would become better for his son.
The signal turned green.
He moved forward with everyone else.
The sound came suddenly a crack that didn’t belong to traffic. Some people later said they thought it was construction noise. Others said they felt the vibration before they heard it.
There was no time for understanding. Just weight.
Dust rose and covered everything in a pale cloud. For a few seconds, the afternoon disappeared.
When the air cleared, people were running. Someone was shouting instructions. A helmet lay on the road, cracked neatly down the middle.
By evening, traffic began moving again, squeezed around the debris. The metro pillars still stood. Work would pause, then resume. It always does.
At home, the blue plastic folder remained exactly where he had kept it.
The insurance policy was active.
The tax returns were up to date.
The investments were in order.
All the careful planning remained intact.
Only he did not.
In the days that followed, there were announcements, suspensions, fines. Numbers were discussed. Compensation was calculated. The language was official and steady.
But there is something unsettling about how quickly life can be translated into an amount.
Ramesh had done everything he was told a responsible citizen should do. He had believed that responsibility created a thin shield between you and chaos.
Yet that afternoon, beneath a structure meant to represent progress, the shield proved invisible.
The city will move faster one day when trains run overhead. People will look up at the smooth concrete and think of efficiency, convenience, growth.
Very few will think of the afternoon when something unfinished decided to fall.
And in a small flat in Mulund, a blue plastic folder will remain
perfectly arranged, carefully preserved presenting a quiet reminder that doing everything right does not always make a life heavier than concrete.
Just got a text from my brother-in-law asking if I can help him build a website for his "business idea."
I didn't respond.
He texted again: "It wouldn't take you long, right? You're a computer guy."
I'm not a computer guy. I'm an IT Director. I manage infrastructure and people. I haven't built a website since 2009.
But even if I could do it in 20 minutes, I wouldn't.
Because if I build him a website, I'm now responsible for:
- Hosting issues
- Security updates
- "Can you just add this one feature?"
- "Why isn't it showing up on Google?"
- His business failing and somehow blaming the website
I texted back: "I don't do web development anymore, but I know a guy. His rate is $150/hour. Want me to connect you?"
I don't know a guy. But now the conversation is about money, not favors.
He replied: "Wow, that's expensive. I'll just use Wix."
Perfect. Problem solved. He could've used Wix all along.
China is deploying police drones to monitor traffic and give people tickets for texting and not wearing seat belts.
Drones will be watching you at all times with cameras so advanced they can zoom in and read your text messages.
These drones can also recharge themselves.
An unmanned textile factory with 5,000 looms in Aral, Xinjiang runs 24/7 on AI and automation.
Those cooking up stories like “forced labor” better take a look at this.
"Children are happy because:
1) They're not self conscious
2) They lack a sense of time pressure
3) They've no goals.
The bottom line is they are living from moment to moment, and the mind is not there to interfere in their bliss."
@naval
Last quarter I rolled out Microsoft Copilot to 4,000 employees.
$30 per seat per month.
$1.4 million annually.
I called it "digital transformation."
The board loved that phrase.
They approved it in eleven minutes.
No one asked what it would actually do.
Including me.
I told everyone it would "10x productivity."
That's not a real number.
But it sounds like one.
HR asked how we'd measure the 10x.
I said we'd "leverage analytics dashboards."
They stopped asking.
Three months later I checked the usage reports.
47 people had opened it.
12 had used it more than once.
One of them was me.
I used it to summarize an email I could have read in 30 seconds.
It took 45 seconds.
Plus the time it took to fix the hallucinations.
But I called it a "pilot success."
Success means the pilot didn't visibly fail.
The CFO asked about ROI.
I showed him a graph.
The graph went up and to the right.
It measured "AI enablement."
I made that metric up.
He nodded approvingly.
We're "AI-enabled" now.
I don't know what that means.
But it's in our investor deck.
A senior developer asked why we didn't use Claude or ChatGPT.
I said we needed "enterprise-grade security."
He asked what that meant.
I said "compliance."
He asked which compliance.
I said "all of them."
He looked skeptical.
I scheduled him for a "career development conversation."
He stopped asking questions.
Microsoft sent a case study team.
They wanted to feature us as a success story.
I told them we "saved 40,000 hours."
I calculated that number by multiplying employees by a number I made up.
They didn't verify it.
They never do.
Now we're on Microsoft's website.
"Global enterprise achieves 40,000 hours of productivity gains with Copilot."
The CEO shared it on LinkedIn.
He got 3,000 likes.
He's never used Copilot.
None of the executives have.
We have an exemption.
"Strategic focus requires minimal digital distraction."
I wrote that policy.
The licenses renew next month.
I'm requesting an expansion.
5,000 more seats.
We haven't used the first 4,000.
But this time we'll "drive adoption."
Adoption means mandatory training.
Training means a 45-minute webinar no one watches.
But completion will be tracked.
Completion is a metric.
Metrics go in dashboards.
Dashboards go in board presentations.
Board presentations get me promoted.
I'll be SVP by Q3.
I still don't know what Copilot does.
But I know what it's for.
It's for showing we're "investing in AI."
Investment means spending.
Spending means commitment.
Commitment means we're serious about the future.
The future is whatever I say it is.
As long as the graph goes up and to the right.
Let me know any single Top-30 economy-wise nation that has this kind of pathetic bus terminal, where public lose their lives so cheaply.
Only one,that’s: INDIA.
This state, MH, is the richest state.
Imagine…where is your tax money going? Ladli behan?
Consistent with President @realDonaldTrump’s instructions, all federal employees will shortly receive an email requesting to understand what they got done last week.
Failure to respond will be taken as a resignation.
Delighted and proud at the inauguration of Shrut Ratnakar Adhyayan Kendra, Panchasar! Welcoming this monumental step in Jainism studies, blending Nav Tattva, Jiv Vichar, and modern science. Excited for the scholars it will nurture! #Jainism#Panchasar