my instagram account with nearly 1 lakh followers was suspended because i was making no bullshit political content. tell me, where are the spaces for dissent? if you protest, you get lathi charged and water canons are used. if you bring your work online, the spaces you build are taken away from you.
how is india a democratic nation still?
Wasn’t aware that China passed a law banning arranged marriage, part of a social engineering project to free women from cultural shackles so that they could contribute more to the economy. You can argue that this instrumentalises women. It does. But the end result - more agency and far more choices. Economic and social.
X and the mainstream media today is going to be filled with cynical 'pragmatists' flexing about how one off protests mean nothing, idealism has no place in India, and of course the normal 'everyone but us is anti-national' rhetoric. It simply reveals how unimaginative they themselves are.
If you're young, be respectful, above all be peaceful, but be passionate and loud about your demands. It is your birth right, even if it amounts to nothing. You deserve an honest education system.
Don't let a bunch of people with bent spines and full bellies tell you otherwise.
धर्मेंद्र प्रधान इस्तीफ़ा दो!
शिक्षा मंत्री को हमने चुन कर भेजा है, हमारे टैक्स से उनको तनख्वाह मिलती है!
उनके शासन काल में करोड़ों युवाओं का भविष्य अंधकार में है।
cockroach आ रहे हैं, धर्मेंद्र प्रधान जा रहे हैं!
#cjpprotest
There are scurrilous allegations that Rajya Sabha MP Prof. Manoj Jha sponsors Cockroach Janta Party.
For the sake of absolute transparency, I must clarify that it was on my request that he gave a letter of recommendation to give us a space for an urgent press conference since only an MP can make such a recommendation. Prof. Jha is a renowned educationist and it only made sense that I reach out to him as an individual who knew me and my work well. Neither Prof. Jha nor any politician has anything to do with the idea and decision of the CJP. Any such linking is misleading and must be ignored.
मैं अंडमान और निकोबार के विनाश के खिलाफ़ पूरी शक्ति के साथ खड़ा हूँ।
अंडमान और निकोबार भारत की सबसे अनमोल प्राकृतिक धरोहर हैं। वर्तमान और आने वाली पीढ़ियों के लिए उनकी रक्षा करना मेरा कर्तव्य है।
मेरे साथ जुड़िए - याचिका पर हस्ताक्षर कीजिए और इस अमूल्य संपत्ति को बचाने की लड़ाई का हिस्सा बनिए।
#GreenOverGreed
BJP has been caught off guard.
They don’t know if 200 “cockroaches” will turn up to Jantar Mantar or 20,000. Or maybe 2 lakh. Public anger is hard to measure because, for 12 years, our sarkar has been hell bent on NOT listening to the people of India.
USA. Summer. It is 95 degrees outside, and I am shivering inside a sandwich shop.
I have discovered how Americans forge strong souls.
Outside, the sun is trying to kill everyone. Inside this small restaurant, it is winter. My breath does not fog, but it is thinking about it. A man near me is eating a cold sandwich while wearing a jacket. In summer. Indoors.
In Japan we would simply turn it down. Americans do not turn it down. And now I understand them better than they understand themselves.
This cold is not an accident. This cold is a gift.
The owner has built, inside his shop, a second season. He invites you in from the brutal heat and hands you the one thing the sun has denied you all day: a reason to be cold. To endure it is to be tempered. You walk in soft and sweating. You walk out sharp and clear, a slightly stronger person than you were.
So I did not complain. I removed my outer layer and offered it to the woman at the next table, who was hugging herself. She said, "Oh, no, I'm fine, thank you." She was not fine. Her lips were blue. But she, too, understood the training. She would not break first. I respected her deeply.
The owner asked if everything was okay.
"It is perfect," I said, through my teeth, which were chattering. "Thank you for the winter."
He said, "...I can turn the AC down if you want?"
I told him no. A man does not ask the mountain to be shorter.
I stayed two hours. I ordered a hot coffee to survive. Then a second one, to hold. By the end I could no longer feel my hands, but my spirit had never been clearer.
So now, on the hottest days, I seek out the coldest rooms. I sit. I shiver. I sharpen.
And when I finally step back out into the summer heat, and it wraps around me like a warm bath, I feel it.
Reborn.
A man who has survived the winter, in August, indoors, for the price of a sandwich.
In india, if your best friend kills themselves after the mismanagement of the most career and life defining exam in your life and you are upset about, people will tag the home minister to complain that you are saying fuck and talking about it as a teenager
Police detaining Secondary and Higher secondary school kids who were raising voice against CBSE OSM blunder
Vishwaguru is now scared of School kids also 😭