Anuraj / अनुराज

🎼🎧📽📚..zindagi .Views expressed are personal

[Harsha Bhogle @bhogleharsha]

On my way to the ground in Delhi and my heart sank when I saw people feeding a whole army of pigeons. Doctors have been shouting from the rooftops about the dangers of inhaling pigeon droppings and the severe lung disease it could lead to. Please, let us stop feeding pigeons.

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[Godman Chikna @Madan_Chikna]

Entertainment never stops in Mumbai. The show must go on! #MumbaiRains

[Basant Baheti @BasantBaheti3]

SEVEN PARADOXES IN
INDIA
1. Moms want their daughters to control their husband and expect their sons to control their wives.
2. Everything that is run by the government looks very bad except government jobs.
3. A huge country of more than 22 languages.....united by a foreign language.
4. Seeing a policeman makes us nervous rather
than making us feel safe.
5. We often say "Atithi Devo Bhavah" but we do not allow visitor parking in our residential societies.
6. We are Always in a hurry but never on time.!
7. Holy places are very interesting - The poor beg ouside & the rich beg inside

[The Crypto woman @Tarmeim]

This is soooooo important !

[Urrmi @Urrmi_]

Damn, this hit hard, really hard! 🎯

[FinFloww @FinFloww]

India is quietly dying of underpopulation.

But how can that be when we have the largest population on Earth?

The Crazy Part? India’s fertility rate has already fallen below the replacement level.

THREAD: Why India’s underpopulation crisis could be worse than Japan’s🧵

[Dr Mirkhan @iamarshadalii]

मुझे ���िसी इंसान से कोई शिकायत नहीं हैं, मुझे उस समाज से शिकायत है ' जो इंसान से उसकी इंसानियत छीन लेता है।

[The Kaipullai @thekaipullai]

When you visit https://t.co/0aSGw1iuIQ, you come to the sad realization, that we are not going to catch up with China. Not in this century at least. Probably not even the next.

Case in point is a simple 9W Led bulb.

In India, the cost of one bulb made by Indian manufacturers costs close to Rs 60-70.

Alibaba is ready to ship the same bulb to India, at a unit price of Rs 16 to Rs 25 plus Shipping costs of Rs 15.

Even After including shipping costs, Chinese are able to land an led bulb in India at a cost which is 50% lower than a bulb made in India.

The gulf between us is now so wide, that we can fit the whole of Russia within it.

[Shades of Blue *नीलवर्णा* @Monique_essence]

हर ख़ुबसूरत शय शापित है

कि इंसान ने जब भी कुछ खुबसूरत देखा, उसे जानने कि कोशिश की, छूने की कोशिश की और हासिल करने की कोशिश की!! इंसान ने खुबसूरती के राज़ जानने चाहे, जबकि ज़रूरी था खुबसूरत चीज़ों का रहस्यमय बना रहना …..

Thinking of that exceptionally Beautiful Girl in Kumbh … we found beauty in search of God (purity) and got distracted…..

No wonder beauty was an easy win over all sages, deities, Gods, and Men always …

[Madiha @I_am_Madiha]

Thread of my recommended hindi tv shows right from DD days till now😍 The thread will cover a lot of genres since my taste in fiction is quite diverse

FYI: Most of these series are not perfect, but you will find something likeable in each one of them if it aligns with your taste

[England's Barmy Army 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🎺 @TheBarmyArmy]

STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING AND WATCH THIS 🤯

Glenn Maxwell with an all-timer of a grab 👏

[Psychodoctor @Psychodoctor06]

Life is like this for most people.

[Anuraj / अनुराज @aj_2188]

@thepfcclub 90.00

[PFC Club - Online Fitness Coaching! @thepfcclub]

Neeraj Chopra is throwing for a Gold today. We want to give people a PFC Club “Gold Gift Hamper” where we’ve thrown in a bunch of goodies, supps and coaching subscription😱

To participate: Repost this 🤷🏼

In replies guess the exact distance of Neeraj’s throw in the javelin final today. Exact or closest matches win!

[Science girl @sciencegirl]

A Lego V6 Engine

📹 bric_workshop
https://t.co/598WoGCC2R

[Tanya Junghans @tanyajunghans]

I’ve been laughing at this for 24 hours now.

[Muskan is using Style BFF @muskanning]

I've studied from a Tier-3 college in a remote city of Bihar with not much Alumni in tech industry from seniors. But I still managed to reach where I wanted to be, earn good money & work on things I always aspired for.
Keep reading if you're in Job search/switch phase
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[Nikhil Jha @NIKHILLJHA]

🚨Genuine request to help a needy person

One of my followers,

At the young age of 26 years,
Suffering from pancreatitis which threatens to take his life.
The infection has spread into the whole of his pancreas and
He is now admitted to ICU and fighting for his life

He bought a life insurance policy 1.5 years ago.
The policy has a 2-year waiting period for covering pancreatitis.
So he has to cover the entire bill himself

Now the patient is very serious and requires 10L for treatment.

The patient has just 3L and doesn't have any means to pay 7L.

Request help from all the Twitter community to help them with whatever money u can give.

Even a small help of Rs 500-1000 can help the patient.
Please pay here
Name-Abhishek Ajit Thakur
Bank-Saraswat Bank
Account Number-392203100002882
IFSC Code-SRCB0000392
UPI id-8169548920@ybl

Request everyone to "Retweet" this to help this person.

P.S. I have personally verified the case and it is genuine.