@elonmusk if you criticise one, you should be able to criticise the others.
Or else you are being partial.
Don't be biased.
🇮🇳 has the right to protect its interests. Priority to indian businesses.
Buy Local remember?
US: bans Huawei, calls it national security threat
China: Starlink? blocked. we'll make our own, thanks
India: please follow our regulations
Elon: CRIME AGAINST INDIA
make it make sense
Paris is burning.
Do you ever see Indian immigrants doing this?
No, never.
But if it was 5 Indian tourists dancing on a street, entire internet would lose its mind over "civic sense"
And Indians would drown in self hatred & shame.
It’s hard to go from in love to let go in a week with no warning, but that’s just how it is sometimes 🤷🏻♀️
I feel happy that I got to show Elon how it feels to be deeply understood, nurtured, and peacefully loved with stability and gentleness. Given the tumultuous nature of his early life, his often tortured soul, and how hard he fights for humanity I wanted him to feel the deepest and most stable form of love this world can provide. My heart is full knowing I got to do that, and I hope it leaves a lasting good effect.
We were always his safe space. A place where all of us were overjoyed to see him and one that was always full of happiness and love, not war, in contrast to his otherwise militant existence (a needed break from the battlefield where he could recharge his heart and soul before heading back out)
I loved being that counterbalancing place of safety, sense of calm, and love — and delighted in bringing a smile back to his face when he was down. I will miss him dearly.
I’ve loved him more than life itself and he’s taught me 100 lifetimes of knowledge and made my cup overflow with life meaning, so there is a lot of loss, but luckily we created four beautiful little loves of my life ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I am so beyond grateful for our children and they make every single day the best day of my life! I do hope and pray he and I can be great friends and coparents.
I’m hurting, but care deeply about E and will always be cheering for his happiness. God speed, Elon, the world is lucky to have you.
A 9 year old boy wrote Elon Musk a letter asking if he could be one of the first people to live on Mars. The letter was written in pencil on lined notebook paper. The spelling was imperfect. The plan was detailed.
He had calculated (incorrectly, but sincerely) how many days the trip would take. He had drawn a floor plan of his Mars habitat. He had listed the supplies he would bring: "food, water, books, my dog." He asked if SpaceX could build a rocket big enough for his dog.
The letter made it to Elon's desk through a chain of assistants who each decided independently that it should go higher. The last assistant to pass it on said she did so because the floor plan of the Mars habitat included a room labeled "for my mom so she doesn't miss me."
Elon responded. Personally. The response was short and factual in his typical style, but included one line that the boy's mother shared publicly years later: "We are building the rocket. Keep drawing the plans."
The boy is now a teenager. He is studying aerospace engineering. His mother said in an interview that the letter and the response are framed on his bedroom wall. The pencil drawing of a Mars habitat with a room for his mom sits next to a response from the man who is actually building the ship.
The mission to Mars is sustained by billions of dollars, thousands of engineers, and decades of accumulated technology. It is also sustained by a 9 year old's pencil drawing that included a room for his mother and a question about whether the rocket could fit his dog.
The technical problems will be solved by engineers. The reason to solve them is sitting in a frame on a teenager's wall.
@sarrah_bellus The man is literally pulling off engineering, miracles and accomplishing things that have never been done before and this stupid Cunt is talking about his body. I swear liberal white women are the worst creatures on earth.
My career woman boomer mom, who divorced my dad when I was 5 because he spent too much time golfing and softball practice with his friends (he provided us a very cushy upper middle class life), doesn’t see any of the work I do as a homemaker as valuable. My youngest is in kindergarten this year, and I’m genuinely considering having another baby (I’m only 31). She fully expects me to get a job and go work instead. Her mindset is “well you finally got that done (kids off to school), time for you to go actually do something with your life.” And my mindset is “THIS is what I’m good at. This is what I’m MEANT to do.”
A reporter asked JD Vance about the widow of fallen airman Alex, she’s struggling to get benefits because the conflict hasn’t been “officially declared a war.” She’s got three young kids.
Vance didn’t spin it. Didn’t dodge it.
He asked for her private contact info and said the White House would reach out as soon as the briefing ended to make sure she gets everything she’s entitled to.
His message to her: we love you. We’re grateful for the sacrifice. We take very seriously our commitment to get you what you need.
That’s how you treat the family of a man who died serving this country. Fix it. Don’t bury it in paperwork.
Krishna had every reason to become a villain.
- Born into chains.
- Separated from His parents.
- Hunted since childhood.
- Born a prince, raised among cowherds.
- Watched His people suffer.
- Lost the people He loved.
- Even lost the love of His life.
- Betrayed.
- Misunderstood.
- Humiliated.
But, He never chose Adharma.
- He chose wisdom over rage
- Dharma over ego.
- Peace when possible.
- War if necessary.
Perhaps that's the greatest lesson- When life gave Him every reason to become Karna or Shakuni,
He chose to become our Kanha.
When my son was about seven, he came home from school one day and told me something that stuck with me.
Son: Dad, there’s a new boy in my class, He’s from Russia, He doesn’t speak any English at all.
Me: Really? That’s tough, How’s he doing?
Son (looking sad): He just sits by himself at lunch, He doesn’t talk to anyone, I think he’s really lonely.
I told him the teacher was probably helping the boy adjust and didn’t think much more about it.
About three weeks later, I walked into my son’s room and found him sitting at his little desk, completely focused on the computer. Google Translate was open, and he was typing very slowly, sounding out every word.
Me: Hey buddy, what are you working on so hard?
He looked up, a little shy at first, then smiled.
Son: I’m writing a note to my friend.
Me: The boy from Russia?
Son: Yeah, His name is Alexei. I wanted to tell him that soccer is my favorite too and that he can sit with me at lunch if he wants. But since he doesn’t understand English, I’m using this to change my words into Russian.
He showed me the screen, He had written: Hello Alexei, My name is [Son]. Do you like soccer? We can play together at recess if you want. You don’t have to be alone.
Then he was carefully copying the Russian translation onto a piece of paper, erasing mistakes and trying again.
I stood there watching him struggle with the foreign letters, his little tongue sticking out in concentration. My heart felt too big for my chest.
Me (softly): You know this is really kind of you, right? Most kids wouldn’t do this.
Son (shrugging like it was obvious): He looked sad every day, I didn’t want him to feel alone anymore. So I’m trying to learn a little bit of his language so he knows he has a friend.
He folded the note carefully and put it in his backpack.
Son: I’m going to give this to him tomorrow, I hope he understands.
That moment hit me so hard.
My seven year old son didn’t wait for an adult to fix the problem, He saw someone hurting and decided, “I’m going to do something about it.”
That was the first real glimpse I got of exactly who he is, a kid with a genuinely big heart who notices when others are lonely and actually does something about it.
I’m so damn proud to be his dad.
A man from an SC kept saying: "Brahmin girls never look at us, never marry us. This is discrimination."
I asked: If a Brahmin girl ties you Rakhi and accepts you as a BROTHER, will you ACCEPT it?
He said: No. Why should I? Who gave her the right to assume I’m her brother?
So it was never about respect.
Nearly thirty years as a published writer and this is the first time I’ve used a new device that became instantly irreplaceable (no, I’m not being paid to say this.) It feels like using ink and paper and does everything I want it to do and nothing I don’t need it to do.
I know I’m late to the party, but my son gave it to me on my birthday so to me it’s a very recent revelation. It’s already joined my laptop at the top of my Things I Dread Losing list. #supernote
Everyone remembers the attack on the Mumbai railway station on 26/11, the gunmen walking the platforms, more than fifty people killed. Almost nobody remembers the announcer whose voice sent hundreds of strangers running the other way while the bullets were still flying.
His name is Vishnu Dattaram Zende.
On the night of 26 November 2008, he was on duty in the announcer's cabin at Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, a raised glass room looking out over the platforms. It was near the end of his shift when he heard a loud blast and gunfire, and saw people running.
Two terrorists had walked into the busiest station in the country and begun shooting everyone in sight. At that station alone, they would kill more than fifty people.
From his cabin he could see the whole layout, and he understood something fast. Local trains were still pulling in, each one about to pour hundreds of passengers straight onto the platforms where the gunmen were standing.
He had a microphone that reached every platform. He decided to use it, even though it meant staying exactly where he was, in full view, instead of hiding.
He began making announcements, over and over, in Hindi and Marathi, telling people not to come to the main concourse, telling them to leave by the rear exits, warning them away from the guns.
Hundreds of people changed direction because of that voice and walked out of the station instead of into the bullets.
The terrorists worked out where the announcements were coming from. They came and stood almost directly below his cabin. One of them fired up toward him. He kept low, waited, and when he could, went back to the microphone.
He was an ordinary railway announcer on an ordinary shift. He had no weapon and no protection, just a mic and a clear view of what was coming. He stayed at his post and used the one tool he had to push strangers out of the path of the killers.
The men with the rifles are the names everyone remembers from that station. The voice that quietly saved hundreds of the people they came to kill belonged to Vishnu Zende.
Melania Fun Facts:
• Pays for her own wardrobe. Not one taxpayer dollar goes toward her clothing.
• Takes no salary (common)
• Runs one of the leanest First Lady offices in modern history with a fraction of the usual East Wing staff:
Melania: 5 - 7
Michelle Obama: 12
Jill Biden: 24
Melania respects the position and taxpayer … that’s the difference.
The Starship recovery team dropped the most epic group photo of 2026
Imagine telling your kids you once recovered a Starship and have the photo to prove it
A SpaceX engineer once described receiving an email from Elon Musk at 1:47am.
The email was one sentence long. Just a question about a valve pressure reading from a test that had happened nine hours earlier.
The engineer responded at 7am when he woke up. By the time he opened his inbox Elon had already sent two follow up emails. One with a proposed solution. One asking why no one had responded yet. It was 3:12am when the second email was sent.
The engineer said what disturbed him wasn't the hour. It was the specificity. Elon had referenced a data point buried on page 47 of a 200 page test report that had been distributed to the team that afternoon. He had not only read the entire report. He had found an anomaly in the data that the team who wrote the report had missed.
He said the running joke at SpaceX is that Elon doesn't sleep. The less funny version is that he sleeps but his brain doesn't stop processing. Engineers describe receiving emails that reference conversations from weeks ago, data from months ago, and connections between projects that nobody else had linked. As if his mind runs a background process 24/7 that never powers down.
The scariest part isn't the late hours. It's the precision. A CEO of six companies remembering a valve pressure reading from page 47 of one report among hundreds he receives weekly. That's not dedication. That's a different kind of brain. And the people who work for him either find it inspiring or terrifying. Usually both at the same time.