Played 37 Tests and 42 ODIs for India (1978–1985).
• Nicknamed “Crisis Man” by Sunil Gavaskar for his ability to perform under pressure.
• Remembered for his resilient batting, including crucial contributions in the 1983 World Cup.
Major action by Modi govt
Big action by Modi govt.
Saw several tweets like this. This is for the CBSE chairman being shunted out. What about the Education Minister?
Will the govt take no action?
When I was working for a national channel, (before 2013), for weeks they would campaign to make a minister resign over a scam or controversy.
Today, big action is limited to bureaucrats and officers
The Dhandha mindset where things are negotiated out every hour, spills over to basic civic sense and rules. Every rule is to be tested, negotiated, and jugaadofied around. For them it is a win when you get away with a bribe or a pataofying of an authority. It has become crazily rampant in the last 12 years because the man at the helm also does Garba in public places with world leaders. He has made this lot believe that the world is their courtyard, literally at that.
The IPL is a festival of cricket. And a festival of advertising. Okay, mostly advertising.
In a few years, this is what IPL commentary will sound like.
Quick Put.
So a student had to turn into a Twitter warrior, get labeled "Pakistani", and go viral just to get his Physics answer book corrected?
What a pathetic joke of a system, Dharmendra Pradhan.
If Vedant hadn’t screamed online, you’d have quietly ruined his future.
Now imagine the lakhs of other Vedants sitting silently at home, no Twitter, no reach, no justice.
Their lives getting destroyed by your rotten CBSE evaluation.
This isn’t education, it’s a lottery where only those who shame you publicly win.
Dear Melody PM, Sack Dharmendra Pradhan & Fix your garbage checking process or admit you’ve failed India’s students.
Eyes Breakers
A rather unnoticed but significant casualty of constant screen companionship has been eye contact. No place better to witness this than on public transport.
I have been consciously pocketing my mobile phone whenever I commute. There is much that is on offer to the curious mind as the world passes by outside or jostles you out in a train, daily stories are writ large on people’s faces, work in progress narratives, happy musings, trepidation and anxiety. There was a time we all would do this, catch a fleeting glimpse of another eye, stare at something, blank out, or even catch a smile. Smaller groups would be in chatter, some strangers rapt in attention to their tales, bereft preface or introduction, just the eyes and maybe a smile and nod. Seat requests, small gestures to come by for a soon to be vacated seat etc were part of eyes breakers. The bogie was a self contained milieu driven by eyes and gestures. What made this special is that you would catch the same faces almost every day, the eye contact would become a small Hello, some even progressing to wider tales and deeper connections.
Devices are what we stare at now, even our ears are elsewhere. Our eyes only contact our Apps, and the only human connection at that time is, ironically, appearing as a text on screen or a video that is playing out, the rare voice call. The serendipity of seeing strangers is sacrificed now to the saga of the (anti?)social.
Our inner world that used to be shaped by a range of what we saw outside and experienced within is now sadly staid. Our instinct to read eyes and understand someone’s reality is getting “screened” out. Tempted to call it empathy but might just be beyond.
(Pic from ChatGpt with custom prompt, text is all mine)