Swetha Singh

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Lest we forget. #indianarmy @adgpi @RashtriyaRifles

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Musafir cafe - @netflix ...go watch it. Find your calm. #musafircafe @VikrantMassey ...god bless you all. Such a beautiful watch.

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@rushikesh_agre_ @mybmc We should have a team of cops trained to fine citizens who litter and to make sure small businesses are discarding waste responsibly. Only then a larger damage like this can be avoided. It's a collective effort.

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@kadalcippi Hello!!! 👋

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@deryaa1214 Close to water chestnut

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@janhavee @vineet_mausam Thrashing rains since 1 am, hasn't stopped. Gusty winds, thunder also there. Feels like it's gonna break all records tonight! #maharastramonsoon

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Imagine hating these 🇮🇳 kind souls. You have to be a complete moron to hate them.

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@ShivAroor Sadgati 💐

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Watch 🔥🔥

S. Jaishankar shuts down a Pakistani journalist 💥

“You are asking the wrong minister how long the India Pakistan conflict will continue due to terrorism.

You should be asking the Pakistani minister how long Pakistan intends to continue practicing terrorism.”

[India First Post @ifpost47]

Funny how the rules change.

When Indians sing, dance, or celebrate abroad, it's suddenly called a lack of "civic sense." But when foreigners do the exact same thing, it's praised as culture, art, and the joy of life.

A Bengali song bringing together people at the Van Gogh Museum is a reminder that culture isn't a nuisance when Indians share it, it can create connection too.

The double standards say more about the critics than the performers. 🇮🇳

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@GitaShlokas_ Yes

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First rain, for lonavala!

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First rain for the missing link!!
@Dev_Fadnavis

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This man deserves the whole tray - just so that it puts a smile on the faces of his family waiting at home. Businesses should be a little more considerate sometimes. I am sure he isn't buying for himself. #empathy

[Krishnan Gaur @Mercedes5494]

A heartbreaking moment has stirred anger online after a cake shop owner was seen harshly yelling at an elderly, struggling man who had simply asked about the price.
The old man, visibly humble and hesitant, was met with disrespect and humiliation. The incident has left many deeply disturbed, as people question how basic compassion can be so easily forgotten especially towards someone so vulnerable.

[Sann @san_x_m]

Her name is Kalpana Saroj.

She was born in 1961 in Akola, Maharashtra, into a Dalit family. Her father was a police constable. She loved school. Her teachers seated her separately because she was Dalit.

At 12, her parents married her off to a man ten years older. She moved to a ten by five feet room in a Mumbai slum shared by twelve people. She was malnourished and abused every day.

Six months later, her father visited without warning. He could not recognise her. He took her home immediately.

Back in the village, the taunts were unbearable. One day, she drank three bottles of rat poison. She survived. She decided that if she had been given a second life, she would do something with it.

She moved to Mumbai and worked at a garment factory for two rupees a day. She took a government loan of Rs 50000 and started a tailoring business. Then furniture. Then real estate.

In 2001, the workers of Kamani Tubes approached her. The company had Rs 116 crore in debt. Workers unpaid for three years. 140 legal cases pending.

She took it on.

The court told her to clear the bank loans within seven years. She did it within one. The court told her to pay unpaid wages within three months. She paid more than what was owed.

Today, she runs six companies with a combined turnover of over Rs 2000 crore. Padma Shri 2013. Board of IIM Bangalore. Board of Bhartiya Mahila Bank.

She once worked for two rupees a day.

She said Ivy League degrees and fancy MBAs are not what make an entrepreneur. Grit, perseverance and a superhuman ability to have faith in yourself does.

Follow for real stories India never makes headlines about.

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Cutest video about Hindi!

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Hindi is a very easy language 🤭😂

[Mukul Dekhane @dekhane_mukul]

Bachpan waala India.

Regardless of the weather, our dinner time was at 7:00 PM and bed time was 10:00

Eating out at a restaurant was a huge deal, a rarity actually, that only happened when it was a birthday or a very special occasion to celebrate.

There was no such thing as fast food on every other day, and having a bottle of soft drinks and an ice-cream from the local shop was a real treat. Pass your final exams and you might have gotten a new set of clothes, or Bata shoes.

You took your school clothes off as soon as you got home and put on your ‘home’ clothes. There was no taking or picking you up in the car, you either boarded the school bus or rode on public transport, or just walked home. You got home did your chores and homework before dinner.

Not everyone had a house phone and much later, all private conversation were at PCO booth's.

We didn’t have appletv AmazonPrime or Netflix. We had only Doordarshan to watch. Jungle Book came once a week on a Sunday and Chhaya Geet on Thursday’s, for which we waited all week.

We played chor police, lappa chuppi, Football, Cricket, lagori, dabba ice-spice (actually it was “I spy”) Marbles and any other game we could come up with... At home, we stuck to chess, ludo, snakes and ladders and Monopoly.

Staying shut in the house was a PUNISHMENT and the only thing we knew about "bored" was --- "You better find something to do before I find it for you!"

Life was good without insta, facebook, twitter.
Followers were the friends standing behind you.

We played music via magnetic tapes or radio. A walkman was a luxury for the uber rich.

We went to the local shop for groceries and chiclets, jeera goli, kismi used to be a couple of paise.

We ate what Mum made for dinner and put in our lunch and snack box.
Bottled water was non existent. We drank from the school water filter.

We called our friends from home by shouting their names from the street below.

We weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING. We played until dark... sunset was our alarm.

If someone had a fight, that's what it was and we were friends again a day later if not SOONER.

We watched our mouths around our elders because all of our aunts, uncles, grandpas, grandmas, and our parents' best friends were all extensions of our PARENTS and you didn't want them telling your parents you’d misbehaved! Or they would give you something to cry about.

We respected the Police, Firemen, Ambulance workers, Teachers, Doctors and Nurses.

We never answered back... ever!!!

We got detention at school for not doing homework, no hair cut, being late to class or being naughty.
Our teachers spanked us when we deserved it and our parents did not complain about it.

We did not know what luxury was. Our simple lives were so good.

Those were the good days. So many kids today will never know how it feels to be a real kid 😁.
I loved my childhood and all the friends I hung around with.

Congrats, if you are from the same generation...

😁🌹🤗

[Dr. Deepessh Divaakaran (Dr. DD) @md_deepesh]

You were never designed to survive this planet.
Every animal belongs here.
The lion does not burn under the sun.
The wolf does not freeze without shelter.
The fish does not drown in its own ocean.

Every creature was built for its world.

Except you.

You burn in daylight.
You cannot sleep outside.
You survive only by inventing workarounds.

You walk upright on two fragile legs.
No armor. No claws. No fur.
Every organ exposed.

This is brutal mismatch.

And mismatch has only one explanation.

You were not built for this place.

Now ask the dangerous question.
If not here… then where?

Every civilisation recorded something.

The Vedic rishis spoke it.
The Sumerians wrote it.
Mesopotamians preserved it.
Amazonian tribes carried it.
African oral traditions remembered it.
Egyptians carved it in stone.

No contact.
Same narrative.

Beings from beyond.
We called them Prajapati.
Descending.
Intervening.
Altering what already existed.

You call them primitive.

The same “primitive” minds described flying vehicles.
War machines.
Surgical procedures.
Genetic manipulation.
Planetary systems.

They built structures we still struggle to replicate.

But their account of human origin?
That alone is imagination.

Convenient.

The Vedic texts did not describe one civilisation.
They described cycles.

Satya Yuga.
Treta Yuga.
Dvapara Yuga.
Kali Yuga.

Rise. Peak. Fall. Reset.
Not one history.
Many histories.

Your official history begins 6,500 years ago.
Earth is 4.5 billion years old.

You were handed 0.0001% of the timeline…
and told that is everything.

Inside your body sits 3 billion base pairs of DNA.
97% has no identified function.

They called it junk.

Then they studied again.

Now they call it the dark genome.
Unread.
Locked.
Waiting.

And then chromosome 2.

Two separate primate chromosomes fused into one.
Around 900,000 years ago.
With precision we still struggle to replicate.

You carry something enormous inside you.

Something that has not been switched on.

Now ask the real question.

Who benefits from that staying locked?

You wake up.
Work.
Pay.
Scroll.
Sleep.
Repeat.

No time to question.

That is not accidental.

A species that understands itself
cannot be controlled.
cannot be contained.
cannot be extracted from.

So the story was buried.

Called mythology.
Called superstition.
Called imagination.

And you believed it.

Because survival kept you busy.

You are not ordinary.
You are not a consumer.
You are not a unit inside someone else’s system.

You are something that was placed here.

With a locked archive inside every cell.
With a history across Yugas.
With potential not yet activated.

The question is not who did this.

The question is…

What happens when you wake up?

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