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This tweet is the last one I could find from my thread on books. Pls scroll up from this for a list of books that my son loved to read back from when he was a child.
Some fabulous kid-friendly books there.
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This is the tale of the valorous Lachit Borphukan of the Ahoms, who taught a good lesson to the rapacious armies of Aurangzeb at the iconic Battle of Saraighat.
It is an easy, riveting read - K was hooked on2 it & wouldn't put it down till the end. Kudos to @authorAneesh.
Thinking again about how China offers free education classes for the elderly so they can continue learning for the rest of their lives. Life is long and you need something to care about and study or you’re not going to make it. The happiest people are lifelong learners.
to all the men out there, i urge you not to debate women right now.
i see a lot of men defending that clown by saying, “it was just a joke” or “you went to a comedy show, why are you taking it seriously?”
that’s exactly the point.
women aren’t reacting to a joke, they’re reacting to the mindset behind it.
because when a man casually suggests that spending ₹370 on a date means a woman owes him something in return, it stops being comedy & starts revealing character.
that’s why so many women are angry not because they missed the joke but because they’ve met that man before.
& he didn’t stop there.
in another video, he went on to talk about intimate details. about kissing her. about trying to put his hands where they weren’t wanted. about openly objectifying her body & about being rejected.
if your first instinct is to defend it & feeling sad about him losing his job over a viral reel, maybe ask yourself why.
it is exhausting to be a woman.
not just in rural villages.
not just in small towns.
everywhere on this earth.
women spend their lives calculating risks that most of us men never even notice.
which road to take.
whether to share their live location
whether to ignore a comment or confront it.
whether the man staring at them is just staring or planning something worse.
in past one month, three of my friends shared three different stories with me & honestly i had no idea how to even console them
one had an old man masturbate in front of her while she was returning from the gym at seven in the morning.
another stepped outside her house & walked 100 metres thinking it was the blinkit guy cause she ordered something. but no it wasn’t. it was a complete stranger who asked her to help her with an address & showed her a glimpse pornography on his phone & sped away with an evil smile.
the third stepped out of the gym (same gym as mine), crossed the road and was groped by a man on a passing bike.
three women. three stories. one month.
the saddest part is that none of those stories will shock most women reading this because almost every woman has her own version.
a stranger who followed her home.
a man who stood too close.
a relative who made her uncomfortable.
a crowd that looked away.
women don’t need statistics to understand fear.
many of them have lived it.
and that’s why so many men miss the point.
yes, some women use men, reject men for money & behave badly.
but those things do not make men afraid to walk home alone at night. they do not make men stay in high alert mode 24*7. they do not make men text their friends & family that : “i reached safely.”
they do not make men rethink what they wear before stepping outside. that is the difference.
so when women are angry, stop rushing to explain why they shouldn’t be. stop using your manchild logic to make her feel more stupid for venting out.
stop treating every expression of pain like a debate competition.
stop responding with “not all men.”
women already know it is not all men.
the problem is that it is enough men.
enough men for almost every woman to have a story.
enough men for mothers to worry.
enough men for daughters to stay alert.
enough men for fear to become routine.
there is so much that we as men will never fully understand but something does not need to be personally experienced to be taken seriously.
patriarchy isn’t just a system. it is a habit.
it lives in jokes. it lives in silences.
it lives in the casual objectification of women disguised as humour.
it lives in comment sections where women are reduced to objects and cuss words for having a voice.
it lives in the laughter that follows a degrading joke about women.
most of us inherited parts of it without choosing to, but being an adult means deciding what stays and what goes.
unlearn it because one day a woman will trust you enough to feel safe around you and if she cannot feel safe with the men who claim to love her then ask yourself what exactly have we become ???
Yes, comparing Modi era with Nehru’s is right. Not to do so would be injustice to millions who suffered because of Nehru.
For example, Hindu Bengali refugees. Their children, grandchildren must never forget that their people were abandoned and thrown to the wolves by Jawaharlal Nehru before, during and after Partition.
Nehru despised dark-skinned Hindu Bengali refugees, among them my father, his siblings, their widowed mother and grandmother, fleeing rapacious and murderous Muslim League mobs in East Bengal; he did not want them to seek shelter in India.
Nehru wrote to CM BC Roy, instructing him not to let Hindu Bengali refugees enter West Bengal. Push them back from the border, Nehru said, don’t let them in.
Nehru insisted Hindu Bengalis of East Bengal / East Pakistan were coming to India for free-loading at the expense of Indians. He cut back Central funds for West Bengal to stop the meagre refugee assistance by way of a couple of kilos of inedible worm-infested rotten rice for Hindu Bengalis.
Hindu Bengali refugee women and children separated from their families, or widowed and orphaned in the Noakhali genocide and subsequent Partition Massacre of Hindus, rummaged in garbage bins and pitifully begged for morsels of food.
Hindu Bengali refugee children in rags with dark large sad eyes greedily licked on used banana leaves dumped on the streets by eateries, also known as ‘pice hotels’ in Kolkata parlance, of which there was a profusion in the post-War years. Emaciated babies and rickety children of Hindu Bengali refugees huddled with stray dogs on pavements.
Many Hindu Bengali refugees lived on ‘rice water’ or ‘fan’ (the starchy water that is thrown away after boiling rice) collected from homes of compassionate Bengalis who had little food to share.
In the morning and evening there were pheriwallahs hawking their wares; in the afternoon there were Hindu Bengali refugee women in tattered sarees that barely covered their bodies and naked children with battered and bruised aluminium pots going from house to house, begging for ‘rice water’: “Ma, fan daao Ma…”
Those voices of has hunger were to haunt Hindu Bengali refugees like my parents for long, often till death.
Driven by hate for Hindu Bengali refugees, Nehru ordered horrifyingly, nauseatingly squalid and disease-ridden refugee camps to be named ‘Permanent Liability Camps’ or PLCs — PLC 1, PLC 2… — reminiscent of the ‘Permanent Solution Camps’ of the Nazis.
When despite his best efforts Nehru failed to push back the Hindu Bengali refugees to be slaughtered in East Bengal/East Pakistan, Nehru brought his devastating Freight Equalisation Policy which collapsed industry in West Bengal. Tens of thousands of jobs were destroyed and the Hindu Bengali was rendered jobless: Those who lost their jobs and businesses began turning on Hindu Bengali refugees just as Nehru had hoped.
Yet Nehru could not break the spirit of the Hindu Bengali refugees who were grateful to Bharat and determined to help rebuild this great nation savaged by invaders and colonisers especially John Company.
Through generations we Hindu Bengali refugees toiled, we built, we paid taxes, we sacrificed for the Nation, our Nation, we succeeded in establishing ourselves as dutiful, law-abiding, loyal citizens of India. Having lost our home and hearth, we had no other home but India.
We Hindu Bengali refugees were hived off to malaria-infested inhospitable Dandakaranya and we cleared forests and made the soil fertile. We were packed off to Andaman and we rebuilt our lives there. When we tried to set up home at Marichjhapi we were slaughtered: the estuaries turned red with our blood.
We grieved, we got up, we overcame that setback.
We lived with dignity and honour, we earned our food, we were not freeloaders. We were poor but we were honest: we had integrity.
Cut to 2026.
So who have proved to be India’s ‘Permanent Liability’ cadging off the state and living on unearned money? Nehru Dynasty.
Why the World Still Doesn’t Celebrate Antibiotic Breakthroughs llike Zaynich
When a new cancer drug shows promise, it trends globally.
When a gene therapy corrects a rare mutation, headlines follow.
But when a novel antibiotic advances against drug-resistant pathogens — silence.
That silence is dangerous.
The @WHO has repeatedly warned that AMR is among the top global public health threats.
Resistant infections already contribute to millions of deaths annually, with Gram-negative pathogens posing particular danger in hospital settings.
Yet antibiotic innovation rarely receives sustained global celebration — or even serious public conversation.
https://t.co/XVweUUGLu2 via @MedicinMan
नमस्ते अस्तु भगवन्विश्वेश्वराय महादेवाय त्र्यम्बकाय त्रिपुरान्तकाय त्रिकाग्निकालाय कालाग्निरुद्राय नीलकण्ठाय मृत्युञ्जयाय सर्वेश्वराय सदाशिवाय श्रीमन्महादेवाय नम:
This is all that was, is, and will ever be needed
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Why are so many Muslims intellectually dishonest? Is lying a part of your religion?
Asirgarh Fort was originally built by Ahir rulers, and later the Chauhans and Tomars captured it and added significant portions to the fort. Muslims captured the fort and made some additions, but that does not make it Muslim heritage.
If you visit the fort, you'll also find some British-style architecture there. That doesn't make it British heritage either.
Nearly every problem we’re seeing in our culture is downstream of the decline in reading. The fact that only 13 percent of kids read for pleasure is a nationwide emergency. There is no more pressing issue than getting kids back into reading.
@bithika11@NagpurKaRajini +1 to all you said.
Been burned so bad by Kajri that will never trust any shooting star politician ever, but yes, didn't think that Annamalai would develop shades of आत्ममुग्ध बौना.
नमस्ते अस्तु भगवन्विश्वेश्वराय महादेवाय त्र्यम्बकाय त्रिपुरान्तकाय त्रिकाग्निकालाय कालाग्निरुद्राय नीलकण्ठाय मृत्युञ्जयाय सर्वेश्वराय सदाशिवाय श्रीमन्महादेवाय नम:
This is all that was, is, and will ever be needed
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