@AlphaVictorVA You're the oxygen of this movement and have always been a great support to all SSR Warriors. You're the one who has helped everyone connected the dots...Aap puchte ho na bhaiyya, Raj kahan hai tu aaj...
Raj aapke sath tha, hai aur hamesha rahega.
JAI HIND !
@akshaymarch7 Problem is, it is not easy to understand what happens at scale. 1000+ courses in market but no one talks about distributed AI systems and this is where market is lacking. Hope you cover this part!
LIFECYCLE OF A HOE
Age 12-17: She loses her virginity for secondary school boys and starts doubly her body counts.
Age 18-20: She begins acting on top of the world and sees her fellow male classmates as small boys because of the money and gifts she's getting from older men. At this point, she begins to set high standards for men.
Age 21-23: She's actively participating in every TikTok bumbum challenge, sexualizing herself on the internet and has lost what it means to be shameful.
Age 24-25: Potential suitors come for her hand in marriage, but she's not ready for anything serious because being committed to a man simply means being accountable to him. Unfortunately, whores never want to be accountable to any man because it limits them from living their best life as a whore.
Age 26-27: She begins to see her female friends getting married as well as receiving pressure from her parents to bring a man home. She then begins to message her old time male friends and exes, especially those ones she knew as simps for the purpose of manipulating them into committing to her. Reaching out to most of them, she realized most were married while others just wanted to chop, clean mouth, and bounce.
Age 28-30: She realize that she has hit the wall, lost value in the dating market and become an evening newspaper and no man is taking her seriously, so her best bet is to run back to the church as her retirement home, hoping brother Emeka won't judge her by her past and will settle for her.
She joins a department in church, becomes a regular attender for shiloh, believing God has erased her bed to bed midfielder sexual history. The few men she met, due to her desperation for marriage, they used it against her and chop her, clean mouth, and bounced.
Age 31-33: She becomes a feminist and trying to recruit younger women since misery loves company. You'll begin to see her on different podcast talking about how men are scum and how marriage isn't an achievement, whereas every night, she uses a 15m dildo to fill in the space of a man she couldn't get in her life.
Kings, never allow any woman to use you as her retirement plan. A woman who didn't give you her prime doesn't deserve you in her decline.
As the prize, you deserve better and not leftovers.
NEVER SETTLE FOR LESS!
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.
You are not a fan of Arijit Singh just because you are a regular listener of CHANNA MEREYA, APNA BANALE , or have supported him a few times on social media.
You don't even know a single sh!t about him. So leave him alone.
So much fake news everywhere, even from credible influencers and pages.
It's very dangerous if you think about it.
Social media could be used as a weapon by enemies.
It can even be used to destroy public morale or incite riots by spreading misinformation.
Beware.
A man studies hard for decades, then he gets a good job.
While many girls are having fun sleeping around and increasing their body count.
After becoming successful, when the man wants a virgin wife without a past to raise a family, such girls start crying.
Never marry a hoe.
Wife: "Yes, I filed false cases."
Judge: "Chhote mote jhagde toh hote rehte hain."
Oh, & btw — divorce decree already granted.
Still, the husband is being forced to take her back.
Welcome to the Indian version of Justice.
#FalseCases#JudicialBias
I'm an Independent Woman.
I don't use my husband's surname.
MEN
But I use,
His house
His car
His credit cards
His debit cards
EN
His power
His reputation
And if I get divorced, 50% of his properties.
I'm an Independent Woman...!!!
Feminist girls will go to any extent to justify and support the crimes committed by women.
When a woman deleted her child
- Postpartum depression
When a woman deleted her husband with her lover
- Husband must be abusive
When a girl deleted her lover
- He must be toxic
When she deleted her father
- He must be beating her
Girls say that only a few crimes are committed by women. That is a plain lie.
Just check my account, and you will find hundreds of such cases.