Abhishek

CSE'19 @iitism_dhanbad SDE2 @amazon Books | Liverpool FC | Software Engineering | Travel | Aeroplanes

[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

Changi prides itself on world-class service, but this officer's condescending attitude was a massive disappointment and completely uncalled for. I expect this incident to be investigated. I can provide the flight and gate details via DM.

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[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

Hey @ChangiAirport, my parents were treated appallingly by an arrogant security officer today while transiting CCU-SIN-SEA. They were rudely asked to not bring cooked food even though we'd complied with all US requirements. I've traveled this route over 10 times now
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[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

We fully support strict safety protocols. However, security is important, but disrespecting passengers over standard, fully compliant solid food is unacceptable. Security checkpoints should not be a place where staff invent their own rules to bully passengers.

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[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

@SingaporeAir @SingaporeAir can you confirm?

[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

Hi @SingaporeAir, arrived in Seattle on SQ28 (03 May) but my bag didn't make it.. I'm currently without my belongings. Can someone look into this immediately and advise on compensation for delayed baggage? I have my PIR number ready. Thanks.

[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

@SingaporeAir @SingaporeAir kindly confirm that I can purchase essentials for the next couple days and it will be reimbursed by the airline

[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

@bigbasket_com Cool, thanks!

[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

@bigbasket_com - hey folks, your delivery executive may have forgotten one of their delivery bags in front of our apartment. Could you please request them to collect it back?

[Pratim D Gupta @PratimDGupta]

A couple of days back at a cake shop in Calcutta, I had stepped in for a quick snack. The man in front of me had the look of someone who had been very careful, for a very long time, not to inconvenience anyone. White shirt, collar gone a bit yellow.
He was buying a pineapple cake. The kind with the aggressively yellow icing. The girl at the counter asked whether any name needed to be written on the cake. The man shook his head. But she wasn’t done. “Kaar jonmodin (Whose birthday), Jethu?” she prodded.
He pushed his glasses up. “Aamar (Mine),” he said. Quietly, trying to make it sound very matter-of-factly.
She went still for a second. Exchanged glances with me and another customer. Then she turned toward the back where two boys were loading something in the fridge.
“Shibu! Mondal!”
What followed was not polished but more touching than any great musical performance. They all sang Happy Birthday to this man, and meant it, the way you can only mean something that wasn’t planned.
The man turned red. He looked at his shoes. He looked at the cake. He looked at the girl. And I thought I saw a tiny smile.
He didn’t say anything. Took his change, took the box. His shoulders sat differently as he stepped out onto the pavement and got swallowed up in the street crowd.
I kept thinking about him for the rest of the day — this man who had turned up alone to buy himself a cake, and left a little less alone.

[Vikrant @tightvcptrader]

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.

[The Kaipullai @thekaipullai]

Drowning to death is one of the worst ways to die. It is not instantaneous. It is not painless. You want to breathe but you can't. You are haplessly flailing, trying to find that elusive way to survive but there isn't any. First you try fighting the water and stop it from going into your body. But the water will always win. It will get in, via your mouth and penetrate your lung. It does it while causing you immense pain. And only after this ordeal, you die.

This is what Yuvraj Mehta went thru on Saturday when he accidentally overshot a 90 degree turn and fell into a commercial plot filled with water.

But what happened was no accident. It was a murder. One more murder by our apathetic, corrupt system.

First accused are the road designers who thought it was ok to build a road with 90 degree turn in an area which is known for heavy fog for the last 400 years

Then there is the traffic police who didn't mark this sharp turn with barricades, signs, speed breakers or any other stuff that warns someone of this danger. Our govts are so in love with speed breakers that they put them on National Highways. But they forgot to put one in a place where it was absolutely necessary

Then there is the irrigation department. Apparently the area is at the confluence of the Hindon and Yamuna rivers and is prone to water accumulation. In 2023, there was a proposal to build a regulator to prevent this from happening.

For the last 3 years, The UP irrigation dept and Noida Authority were fighting with each other on who should install it and in their bickering, nothing was done. This resulted in the flooding of the barren plot, which drowned Yuvraj.
Today, both are blaming each other for the mishap.

Then there was the absolute lack of response from the authorities on the distress call. Apparently they didn't enter the water because it was too cold. And by the time they did, Yuvraj had died a hideos death

If this war, people who refused would have been summarily executed for cowardice or dereliction of duty. But here they would've been given chai and samosas.

Which brings us to the most galling part.

None of the above guys will ever be punished. Some low level guy will be made the sacrificial lamb. The higher ups will be "suspended" where they will chill at home with half salary. They may even go to the Maldives and post photos on Instagram

One inquiry will be done whose report shall never be released. Because it will never be made

A deliberately weak case will be filed on some private entity which will then go on for the next 150 years.

After a month, the T20 world cup and everyone will forget him. Just like we have forgotten the deaths of the people who died in Indore or those who were burnt to death in the bus fires.

The involved officers will be reinstated, given new departments to ruin and after some time promoted. The Noida Authority guy will even become the State Chief Secretary

Everyone responsible for murdering Yuvraj will take index linked pensions and free health care for life and live in luxury and happiness forever

While the parents of Yuvraj Mehta will never recover from this tragedy and live their life regretting not sending their kid abroad, where he might have survived.

[Josh Jeffery @JeffCarnage]

From Jurgen Klopp’s tribute to Diogo Jota in today’s Observer. Wonderful stuff.

[OSINTdefender @sentdefender]

NORAD has identified the contact as R3DN053, a wooden-flying sleigh led by roughly a dozen reindeer and going by the callsign SANTA1, now cleared to enter American and Canadian Airspace, with the F-22s and CF-18s returning to their respective bases, Merry Christmas!

[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

@APAmaravati @adityakalra It could be a generally feasible option, even long term. Unfortunate that air India decided to wind down operations instead of treating it as a semi-decent option

[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

@Cleartrip Hi folks, thanks for resolving the issue - appreciate the help. I don’t appreciate that you’ve breached my privacy and shared my phone number in the public domain - kindly delete/update the previous tweet

[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

Hey @Cleartrip booked a hotel for my family through your platform and on contacting the hotel, they mentioned they won’t honor booking done via cleartrip and are out of rooms. What kind of horrible experience is this?

[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

@Cleartrip Replied. Kindly respond

[Infinite Books @infinitebooks]

Nietzsche, what a line

[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

@Avis Hi @Avis - I have sent you details over DM. Kindly check and help me out.

[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

Hey @Avis
I’m being unfairly charged a cleaning fee for a rental where I was given the car in an unclean state. I have sent images across to your team but nobody helps out and team themselves don’t have visibility for fix. Please help so that I don’t need to escalate further

[Abhishek @abchat_1997]

@Avis Hi
Sending you details over DM shortly!