This is some next level goof-up!
A Gurugram couple had twins by IVF.
A few months later, they realized the babies did not look like them. The man says- "The younger baby looked North-Eastern."
They got a DNA test done. The DNA of the babies did not match either the mother or the father.
Quick random Gwyneth Paltrow story. She has sent the same bouquet of condolence flowers every year to a friend of mine because of her father’s death. Her father isn’t dead. She’s been told this at least 6 times, but every April the flowers come, on her birthday. She has confused her birthday with her father’s supposed death & has done this for 20 years. And she’s met her father. Twice.
Normally, I don’t name people. But today, I have to name T.V. Mohandas Pai.
Another person I blocked long ago is Prasanna Viswanathan of Swarajya. It is perfectly fine to criticise, offer counter arguments, and debate with data and facts.
However, constantly showing hatred towards a particular state just because it refuses to vote for their favourite party is toxic and needs to be avoided.
In all likelihood, Tamil Nadu will continue to prefer regional parties. It is highly unlikely that national parties will ever come to power in the state. It may never happen.
BJP can never become mainstream in Tamil Nadu.
This doesn’t make us any lesser Indians. We are as patriotic as people from every other state.
If kids are invited to my wedding it adds another 26 people on my side alone, not including any of the kids on my fiancé’s side. Do you have any earthly idea how expensive it is to feed an extra ~50 people?? How much larger (+ more expensive) that makes the venue???
Dear parents
Go to an ophthalmologist if your child's number is increasing very frequently.
DONT just go to the neighborhood spectacle shop. They will simply check the number and give your child new glasses.
Nope.
The correct way is to dilate the pupils (the pupils of the pupils hahahaha) and then get the number. The ophthalmologist will do this.
This will , to a large extent, unveil ACCOMODATIVE SPASM of the eye muscles ( due to continuous strain due to excessive screen use) .
Then the doctor will share ways to get rid of ACCOMODATIVE SPASM, excessive dryness of eyes and treat any allergic component.
It may well turn out that your child did NOT need the new, stronger glasses.
Ahem , the child may even be an 18 yr old.
VISIT THE CORRECT SPECIALIST DOCTOR for your ailments .
Another eg: for a child with heart concerns, go to a pediatric Cardiologist.
The child-free wedding trend popular among millennials and gen z-ers is the perfect example of their extended childhood behavior. The “it’s my big day” sentiment. You’re actually not supposed to feel that way as an adult. Not once did my inner-monologue spew the phrase “my big day” while planning my wedding. Embarrassing. As an adult you should actually be thinking about bringing joy to everyone else, and you should *especially* be thinking about bringing joy to children.
Bharat ek irony-pradhan desh hai.
YouTuber Rachna Gurjar of Shivpuri (MP) used to make reels showing off her gold collection. Thieves studied her house layout and CCTV placement from those very reels and then stole her gold, cash, and a even crate of energy drinks.
Being part of a generation that was told “Wikipedia is not a source” makes it genuinely baffling to me that jobs are now telling people to just use ChatGPT for everything.
People who never experienced Goa a decade or two ago honestly cannot fully understand why older timers keep mourning the loss of its vibe.
Goa was never meant to feel like a generic extension of North Indian wedding playlist and food culture along a beach.
It had its own rhythm, seafood shacks, continental cafés, house - trance music, old Goan homes, hippie influences, quiet beaches, natives, artists, foreigners who made it home, and tourists who slowly blended into that culture instead of overpowering it.
Goa was iconic precisely because it did not feel like the rest of India. Not anymore except small pockets.
Two of my coworkers met, dated and married each other - it was an adorable love story to watch unfold 😊
Agree about shared spaces. That's how I met my husband too and it was such a beautiful romance
We are losing the art of the slow burn 🫠
This exact mindset is why modern romance feels so superficial & why people constantly lament the state of the dating market while actively poisoning the stock.
We've completely stigmatised finding connection in traditional, everyday spaces all while mocking dating apps & other digital dating spaces. Where are people now supposed to meet & form connections?
What people are forgetting is that human bonding was literally designed to happen through shared environments. The endless dopamine hits from swiping on apps & social media have created a complete illusion of choice & conditioned us for "fast food" desirability.
@SuperSisi You can tell if someone's Japanese from their facial expressions and the eyebrow/forehead. I would assume Korean is the one with the plastic nose but both women seem to have plastic noses
Good. Men will only stop when it costs them something.
Not when women explain it. Not when we beg. Not when we write the thread, make the graphic, cite the study.
Only when they lose the job. Only when it costs money. Just like the ₹370 ki biryani with which he thought he’d bought access to a woman’s body. Said it out loud. Into a mic. In a room full of people. And walked into work the next day like nothing happened.
Until he didn’t.
This is what accountability looks like. Not an apology. Not a deactivated Instagram. The apology came after the consequence which tells you everything about what the apology was worth.
Keep the receipts. Keep the pressure. Make it cost.
*Russia banned from football for attacking Ukraine*
*USA, host of the World Cup, bombs Iran for over a month, kills its Supreme Leader and refuses to let the Iranian team stay even one night in the country*
FIFA President:
You probably have no idea who Salim Kumar is, but every Indian should read all about him today.
Salim Kumar was a Malayalam actor who passed away on Saturday night in Kochi at the age of 56. If you don't watch Malayalam cinema, strap in because his story is one of the most remarkable careers Indian cinema has produced, and it deserves to travel beyond Kerala.
He came from nothing. Born in North Paravur, a small town in Ernakulam, into a family that struggled with money. Government school. Graduated from Maharajas College.
So, no film connections, no family wealth, no shortcuts.
He started as a mimicry artist with Kalabhavan, a performance troupe in Kochi that has been the launchpad for dozens of Malayalam actors. Stage shows, comedy routines, television spots.
He was funny in a way that was impossible to ignore, the kind of performer who could make a room laugh in an instant.
His first film was Ishtamanu Nooru Vattam in 1997, a small role nobody remembers. For years he played supporting parts & background comedy.
Then the 2000s happened. His role as Mattancherry Mammathu in Satyameva Jayathe gave him his first real recognition, and after that the comedy roles started coming fast.
Pulival Kalyanam. Thuruppugulan. Kunjikkoonan. Marykkundoru Kunjaadu. If you grew up in Kerala in the 2000s, his face was in half the films you watched. He became the comedian audiences showed up for, the one whose scenes people replayed and quoted at family gatherings.
What separated him from most comedians was precision. He did not rely on volume or slapstick. He used his face, his body, his pauses.
He could get a laugh from the way he blinked. Directors started writing characters specifically for him, because they knew he would take whatever was on the page and make it three times funnier than they imagined.
For over a decade, he was the biggest comic face in Malayalam cinema.
Then came 2010 and a film called Adaminte Makan Abu.
A quiet, small-budget film directed by Salim Ahamed. The story follows an aging Muslim couple in a Kerala village whose only dream in life is to go on Hajj, the pilgrimage to Mecca.
They save every rupee. Things keep falling apart. The film is about their dignity, their patience, and their faith through one disappointment after another.
Salim Kumar played Abu. The man who owns nothing except his wife and his belief, and holds onto both with everything he has.
There is no comedy in the role. No punchlines, no funny faces, no playing to the gallery. It is the complete opposite of everything audiences had ever seen him do.
The entire performance is built on stillness, restraint, and pain carried quietly behind the eyes.
He won the National Film Award for Best Actor for it. That is the highest acting honour in Indian cinema. The film was also selected as India's official entry for the Best Foreign Language Film at the Academy Awards (Oscars) that year.
In one role, Salim Kumar went from "the funny guy from Malayalam films" to one of the most respected actors in Indian cinema.
He simply disappeared so completely into a character that you forgot you were watching a comedian at all.
He followed it with more serious work. Achanurangatha Veedu, which won him the Kerala State Award. Traffic, still considered one of the finest ensemble films in Malayalam cinema. Perumazhakkalam.
Each time, he proved the National Award was not a fluke. The man had range that most actors who only do drama cannot match.
Unfortunately, Salim Kumar suffered from liver cirrhosis, a condition he said was hereditary in his family and not related to alcohol. His brother had the same illness. He underwent a liver transplant a few years ago. He tried naturopathy. He talked about all of it openly, without shame, without self-pity.
He kept working between treatments. He kept being funny. He kept showing up, even when his body was failing him.
He was also fearlessly outspoken about politics and social issues, which in any film industry can cost you work. He did not care. He said what he believed and lived with the consequences.
He passed away Saturday night at a hospital in Kochi. He was 56. The Kerala government bore the funeral expenses and gave him police honours.
The Chief Minister paid homage personally. Mammootty, one of the biggest names in Indian cinema, mourned him publicly. Thousands of people lined up at the North Paravur Town Hall on Sunday to say goodbye.
350 films in three decades. A National Award for Best Actor. An Oscar entry. A career that started from mimicry stages and ended at the very top of Indian cinema.
The reason most of India does not know his name is because Malayalam cinema, despite being one of the best film industries in the country, still does not get the national attention it deserves.
Actors like Salim Kumar live and work in a language bubble, and their stories rarely cross over the way a Bollywood career would.
This is a loss for everyone who never got to watch him. A man who came from poverty, made millions laugh, then proved he could make them cry just as hard, and fought his own hardest battle with utmost dignity.
If you watch one film after reading this, make it Adaminte Makan Abu. It is a masterpiece.