A 150-year-old institution on South Mada Street, Mylapore, has left 6,000 plus depositors chasing Rs.700 crores for over two years. This week they were on the streets again.
I think the Mylapore Hindu Permanent Fund case deserves more attention than it is getting. Not for the drama. For what it teaches about how Indian savers think about safety.
This has quietly been a miracle month in medicine.
In the last 5 weeks we’ve got news on:
- retatrutide, the triple agonist GLP-1 from Lilly, basically melting fat and body-wide inflammation at record levels
- RevMed’s new pancreatic cancer drug showing unprecedented abilities to extend life
- small trial of a one-and-done PCSK9 gene editing therapy for slashing LDL cholesterol
- Mayo’s AI-assisted radiology showing vastly improved cancer detection
- this new therapy for metastatic solid tumors
This stuff is at varying levels of evidence. Retatrutide is ~100% on its way, other stuff needs more clinical trial data. But put it together and we’re maybe on the verge of majorly reducing the mortality of heart disease and cancer, the two leading causes of death in America.
Yesterday was one of the most hectic days of my life while travelling.
It took us 18 hours to reach Munnar. We got stuck in Annamalai National Park for eight hours on a 10 km stretch.
We were supposed to reach Munnar by 4 pm but arrived around 1:30 a.m.
We almost ran out of fuel, there was no network in the national park, and our family was worried about us. As girls, we struggled to find a washroom for 8-10 hours.
We all say that India is not using the full potential of its tourism, but do we have that kind of infrastructure? One long weekend and every tourist place gets packed.
What you described is not just your emotion.
You wrote what most 40+ men feel but never say. There is actually data behind what you described. Researchers tracked how people spend their time across a lifetime.
The chart is brutal. Midlife crisis so true.
At 15, you spend almost no time alone. Family, friends, classmates fill your day.
At 25, friends peak at around 4 hours a day. This is the golden window. Marina Beach, Mount Road, Kasi theatre, RX100 era. We did not know it then, but those were the richest years of human connection we will ever have.
At 30, friends start dropping. Coworkers replace them. The tea break becomes the new beach.
At 40, which is exactly where you are, something shifts permanently. Alone time crosses 5 hours a day and never comes back down. Coworkers begin to fade. Children are physically present but emotionally drifting into their own worlds. Friends are reduced to birthday forwards.
At 60, alone time becomes the single largest category of your life. More than partner, more than children, more than anyone.
At 80, you spend nearly 8 hours a day alone.
The car ritual you described, fifteen minutes of just being yourself, is the most honest thing in your post. That moment is not a weakness. It is the only time in your day when you are not performing a role for somebody.
Nobody warns us about this transition because nobody talks about it. We treat loneliness like a personal flaw instead of a structural feature of midlife.
Confessions and realities
42M, 55LPA
I am a 42-year-old man with a senior job in IT. I have a house in Chennai, a supportive wife, and two children. On paper, everything about my life looks perfect. I have achieved all the things society says a man should achieve.
In my twenties, life felt different. I had friends to spend time with. We would hang out at Marina Beach and Besant Nagar beach, watch movies at Rohini, Udayam, and Kasi theatres, and ride around Mount Road on my RX100.
In my thirties, I had colleagues to talk with over tea breaks. We would discuss apartments, onsite trips, and share random stories about life and work.
But now, in my forties, life has turned into a quiet routine. My phone rarely rings for anything personal. Most calls are about office work, bank alerts, or someone from home asking me to pick up milk on the way back.
The loneliness of a man in his forties is unusual. I am not physically alone, but I often feel like a machine.
When I enter my home, I am simply “Appa.” I am the person who pays school fees, fixes the Wi-Fi, and handles repairs. My wife is busy with her work and the kids. My children are teenagers now, living in their own worlds and their own rooms. They love me, but they mostly see me as the person who provides comfort and stability. They no longer see me as an individual.
At the office, I am the senior person. I am expected to have all the answers. I cannot tell my team that I feel tired. I cannot tell my boss that I sometimes struggle to keep up with new technologies. I must appear confident and strong, even when I quietly worry about the future.
Sometimes I drive home slowly from work just to spend a few extra minutes in the car. I listen to songs from my college days.
For those fifteen minutes, I am not a manager or a father. I am simply myself again.
I realize that I have not had a real conversation about my feelings with anyone in years.
My old friends now exist mostly as names on WhatsApp. We send “Happy Birthday” or “Congratulations” messages, but rarely talk. When we meet at weddings, our conversations revolve around our children’s grades or the cars we drive. We never talk about what we actually feel.
The hardest part is that I cannot even complain. If I tell my family that I feel lonely, they look confused and say, “But we are all here with you.”
They do not understand that a person can be surrounded by people and still feel like they are on a desert island.
Society teaches men that if they provide money and security, they have succeeded in life.
But no one teaches us how to deal with the silence that comes with it.
I have built a beautiful life for everyone around me, but sometimes it feels like there is no space left for me inside it.
And maybe… this is what life in your forties feels like.
Open letter to Indians in America.
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Dear brothers and sisters from Bharat:
Like I did 37 years ago, you arrived in America with no money but with a good education and cultural heritage from Bharat. You achieved outstanding success. America was good to us. For that we must remain grateful - gratitude is our Bharatiya way.
Yet today, a significant number of Americans, may be not the majority but not too far from it either, believe that Indians "take away" American jobs and our success in America was unfairly earned.
You may think the next election will fix this, but your choice would be between people who hate our Bharatiya civilisation and people who hate civilisation itself. That is the "hard right" vs "woke left" battle. You are mere bystanders to that conflict.
Meanwhile there is one thing that is true now and will be true in the future: the respect Indians command world-wide will substantially depend on the fortunes of India herself. If India remains poor, the woke left will give us moral lectures with pity and the hard right, different moral lectures with scorn ("hellhole") and we must not confuse either with respect.
Respect in today's world, along with prosperity and security, comes from one source: a nation's technological prowess. India produces sufficient brain power to achieve that prowess but alas we exported so much of that talent, particularly to America. As we develop that prowess in India, our civilisational strength will assert itself.
As difficult as it is for many of you to contemplate this, please come back home. Bharat Mata needs your talent. Our vast youthful population needs the technology leadership you gained over the years to guide them towards prosperity. Let's do it with a missionary zeal.
Respectfully
Sridhar Vembu
I really don’t know how it works in other medical colleges in our country, but in my college the situation is pathetic.
You can’t work in such an environment.
Constant taunts from seniors.
Seniors firing juniors.
Expecting us to do clerical work.
Collecting hard copies of reports of every patient while taking shit from the lab assistants.
It’s like these lab assistants give us so much attitude as if they are doing some favor to us.
Imagine standing outside the labs for the entire night while we can only talk to them through this small window, which is 90% closed.
Imagine a poor intern (me) standing there at 3 a.m. with no sleep, probably 20k steps done, and begging for a report which, if not collected within certain minutes, can get me shouted at and humiliated.
We have been constantly called from the ward to carry blood samples from ward to lab because either the MTS is on lunch break, tea break, dinner break, is late, or is too busy.
We are so busy doing this stupid job that I haven’t got any chance to do any procedure or anything.
And my interest in doing any procedure has come down to zero.
I know nobody’s going to read this, and even if it is read by millions, nothing’s going to change.
We are supposed to be happy in this work because we are getting paid (peanuts!).
This is the worst experience.
Adding a picture of me pretending to smile till I actually am happy.
This is a key issue to be considered
Few years back we were supposed to leap frog and get on the EV bandwagon, now we are no where close.
AI wave has come and we are behind.
At best we are using copycat models or becoming implementers for the technology created by US or china
Mic Drop
Union Minister Piyush Goyal flays Indian startups at the Startup Mahakumbh. He used the India vs China startups slide to launch a sharp critique
"Are we happy about being delivery girls and boys?"
"Food delivery apps are turning unemployed youth into cheap labour so rich can get their meals without moving out of the house"
"Kids of billionaires are making fancy icecream/cookies and calling it a startup."
"Chinese are making semi con chips, EV batteries"
"India has only 1000 deep tech startups"
"Dukaandari hi karna hai?"
Also tells @amangupta0303
"Change your perspective on Shark Tank"
Yesterday I had the very sad duty to attend the funeral of Jeyesh Ram, 27 year old son of my dear friend Cibi Anand and Priya. He lost his life in a para-gliding accident in Kulu, Himachal Pradesh last Friday.
Way too many accidents happen with sickening regulatory there and I am deeply saddened Jeyesh became the latest statistic. Much stronger regulatory oversight required here.
We had invested in Jeyesh's venture Tools Hub, a fast growing hardware retail store franchise. His father Anand suggested the name Karuvi and it was Tools Hub distributor Abdul Gafoor, a long time Zoho customer and good friend of Anand who suggested the idea of Karuvi to us.
Jeyesh was a dashing young man, very kind to his employees and all those around him. He had the world ahead of him.
He was a risk taker. So am I but even at his age I would do a risk analysis and would have declined para-gliding in Kulu as too accident prone. I hope young people, particularly young men, avoid bad risks like this.
I hope his death does not go in vain and regulators take a good look at this.
All of us came together to bid tearful farewell to Jeyesh yesterday. Om Shanti 🙏