Rock bottom is a gift
I know. Sounds crazy when you’re in it.
When your chest feels heavy for no reason. When you’re tired of being “strong.” When you’ve replayed every mistake at 3am and found a new way to blame yourself each time.
It doesn’t feel like a gift.
It feels like failure. Like embarrassment.
Like everyone else got the memo and you didn’t.
But I’ve hit my own rock bottoms. And I’ve watched people I respect hit theirs.
And here’s what I know:
Something changes when there’s nothing left to lose.
You stop performing. You stop pretending. And for the first time you actually meet yourself.
Rock bottom is the only place low enough to build something real.
Everything before it? Built on approval. On fear. On a version of yourself that wasn’t fully honest.
I’ve seen people lose everything and come back more themselves than they ever were at the top.
That phase that almost broke you it’s the one that rebuilt you.
The gift just comes in terrible packaging.
अभी जानकारी मिली है कि वेदांत नाम का स्टूडेंट वास्तव में एक छात्र है। हालांकि उसके ट्वीट की लोकेशन भारत से बाहर की क्यों दिखाई जा रही है इसकी पर्याय जानकारी अभी भी नहीं मिली है। लेकिन @vineetJindal19 जी मेरे मित्र हैं और विश्वसनीय व्यक्ति हैं इसलिए उनकी जानकारी गलत नहीं होगी। सही जानकारी मिलते ही मै अपना पुराना ट्वीट डिलीट कर रहा हूं और वेदांत और उनके परिवार के बारे में जो गलत जानकारी फैलाई गई उसके लिए मै उनसे माफी भी मांगता हूं। लेकिन अभी भी उम्मीद करता हूं कि अकाउंट के लोकेशन की सही जानकारी मिले तो मामला और ज्यादा स्पष्ट होगा।
According to legend, when Tagore got news of his Nobel Prize, he was chairing a meeting on financial problems related to plumbing for the Santiniketan school he had founded. A man came in & gave him a telegram. Tagore read it, & said, “Money for the drains has just been found.”
After deep reflection, I have taken the difficult decision to withdraw from the FIDE Women’s Candidates Tournament.
No event, no matter how important, can come before personal safety and well-being. Despite the assurances provided, I do not feel fully secure under the current circumstances.
This is a painful but necessary decision, and I stand by it.
After much reflection, I have decided to resign from my position as Director of the National Counterterrorism Center, effective today.
I cannot in good conscience support the ongoing war in Iran. Iran posed no imminent threat to our nation, and it is clear that we started this war due to pressure from Israel and its powerful American lobby.
It has been an honor serving under @POTUS and @DNIGabbard and leading the professionals at NCTC.
May God bless America.
The worst Epstein document I've seen.
A little girl said Jesus makes her feel safe so they dressed up as Jesus as they raped & murdered her.
The level of evil we're dealing with here is incomprehensible. Every single name must be revealed and justice must be served.
Deepak Chopra emailed Jeffrey Epstein in 2017 with just two lines:
"God is a construct Cute girls are real"
The man built a billion-dollar brand on spiritual enlightenment and this is how he talks to a convicted sex offender...
Im off to Varanasi for @CNNnews18 Conclave, at Delhi Terminal 2
Shocked to see that the sole licensed pharmacy is charging ₹260 for basic painkillers, while stating that Crocin / paracetamol (₹10–₹30) is not stocked.
In a captive consumer environment, such pricing reflects abuse of monopolistic position.
Airports are public infrastructure. Essential medicines cannot be subjected to exclusionary stocking and predatory pricing. Private companies ought to be more responsible .
This warrants regulatory oversight and price rationalisation.
I’d much rather suffer than give in to an unfair practise here!!
@askguardian
When 740 children died at sea and every country said "no," one man—who had reason to remain silent—said "yes."
The year was 1942.
The ship drifted in the Arabian Sea, like a floating coffin.
There were 740 Polish children on board. Orphans. Survivors of Soviet labor camps, where their parents had died of the flu or starvation. They had escaped through Iran, but a more terrible punishment awaited them.
No one would accept them.
The British Empire—the most powerful power of its time—refused entry to port after port along the Indian coast.
"It's not our responsibility. Sail away."
Almost finished with food. No medicine. Time was running out.
Twelve-year-old Maria held her six-year-old brother's hand. She had promised her dying mother to protect him. But how do you protect someone when the whole world turns on them?
And then news came to the small palace in Gujarat.
The ruler was Jam Sahib Digvijay Singhji, Maharaja of Navanagar. In the royal system, he was just a minor prince. The British controlled the ports, trade, and army. He had every reason to obey and remain silent.
When his advisors told him that 740 children were stranded at sea after the British refused to take them to any port in India, he asked one question:
"How many children are there?"
"Seven hundred and forty, Your Majesty."
He paused and calmly said:
"The British may control my ports. But they do not control my conscience. These children are docked at Navanagarh."
The advisors warned him:
"If you challenge the British—"
"So I will stop. "
He sent a message to the ship: You are welcome here.
When British officials protested, the Emperor remained firm.
"If the strong refuse to save the children," he said.
I, the weak, will do what you cannot.
In August 1942, the ship struggled to enter Navanagara harbor under the blazing summer sun.
The children walked like ghosts—exhausted, blank-eyed, many too weak to walk. They had learned to hope for good. Hope had turned dangerous.
The Maharaja was waiting for them on the dock.
Dressed simply in white, he knelt down to be at their eye level. Through interpreters, he spoke words they had not heard since their parents died.
"You are no longer orphans.
You are my children now.
I am your Bapu—your father."
Maria felt her brother's handshake. After months of rejection, these words seemed surreal.
But he was serious.
He didn't build a refugee camp.
He built a home.
In Balachadi, he created something amazing—a little Poland in India. Polish teachers who understand trauma. Polish food flavored with memory. Polish songs in an Indian garden. A Christmas tree under a tropical sky.
“Suffering tries to erase you,” he said. “But your language, culture, and traditions are sacred. Let's keep them here.” "
Children who were told they had no place in the world finally found a home.
They laughed again. They played again. They returned to school. Maria watched her brother chase a peacock in the palace garden, and her body remembered again what safety meant.
The Emperor used to visit them often. He remembered names. He celebrated birthdays. He watched high school plays. He comforted children crying for parents who would never return. He paid for doctors, teachers, clothing, and food—from his own wealth.
For four years, while the world was torn by war, 740 children lived not as refugees, but as a family.
When the war ended and it was time to leave, many wept. Balachadi became the only home they had ever truly known.
These children have grown and moved around the world—becoming doctors, teachers, engineers, parents, grandparents. And they have never forgotten.
Warsaw's Good Emperor Square appeared in Poland. Schools bear his name. He was awarded Poland's highest honor.
But the original monument wasn't made of stone.
It cost 740 lives.
Today, at 80 years old, they still gather. They tell their grandchildren about an Indian king who refused to turn compassion into political calculation.
How long do you think HDFC Bank will take to transfer the money from your account to your nominee's after you die? Public sector banks get a bad rap, but it's been more than a year and we have not been able to get funds transferred from my now deceased husband's account in the country's largest private bank.
The nominee is our adult daughter, there are no conflicting claims, the paperwork is clear, and yet for more than a year now HDFC has been giving us the run around. Get this paper, get that paper. Each time my daughter comes home for holidays, we have to take 2 days out to go and wait at the bank branch. Today, more than a year after the first application, they said
a) we can't find the paperwork including the death certificate you submitted because the employee you submitted to is not here
b) you have to get a stamp paper and notarise it for the auto debits that hit his account between the date of his death and the date the account was frozen (on the basis of the paperwork in point a, now non-traceable)
c) you have to get HDFC Standard life to sign off because there is an auto debit for an investment from his account. (ME: they are the payee, he is the payer, why does the payee need to approve stopping a standing instruction? Bank: Hamare main aise hi hai). If you wait for 30 minutes, we'll get you the form.
d) after 30 minutes. Sorry, we can't get the form, you have to go to their office and do it.
By now it is 2.45 PM, HDFC Standard life office is at least 35 minutes away. They are open only till 3.30 PM. We are not sure we'll make it there on time. I call their number to ask if the branch is open tomorrow. Person: Sorry, I can't give you the information today, you will have to call and check tomorrow. (To repeat: HDFC Standard Life's call centre cannot tell you if a branch is working or not the following day)
In all, we have spent many hours over many months trying to get this money in a case the bank officials themselves say "should not be complicated". What is worse is for my 20-year-old daughter to relive the trauma of losing her father each time we have to go and explain the case. Just today, we had to speak to three different people and start the story from the beginning. This is not just the bank's inefficiency, it is its utter callousness. (My husband also had money in Indusind Bank. It took one visit and two weeks for that to be transferred).
The other, more important point, is that I have a job, we have the money to continue to pay for our needs without having to immediately access these funds. But I am certain that is not the case for many others. What about them? How can this be the system of a bank whose customers are dependent on it for giving them access to their own money?! It beggars belief.
@HDFC_Bank@HDFCBank_Cares
Hi Navi, your team tried to bribe me with 6000 rupees to remove this post.
No apology, either written or verbal, issued.
However, safe to say that social media pressure does work. Apparently Indigo HQ is now involved, but no help has been offered.
I have a few questions for the CEO, please tell him Ill fly him out first class to my studio, and show him the unwavering Indian Tolerance we are famous for. Let us see what happens when we air that episode.
PM Modi gifted Jill Biden a $20,000 diamond ring in 2023. And the only reason Indian taxpayers know this now is because the White House declared it. Nice.
https://t.co/dtVURzwKJz