This is Devshree Bhartia.
Her father earned just ₹6,000/month, and her family took a loan for her education.
She couldn’t crack IIT.
Instead, she graduated from a private college and started with a ₹30,000/month salary.
She focused on building her skills.
Then she cracked Google, joined Walmart as an SWE III, and pursued her master’s in the USA on a scholarship.
Today:
• Brought her parents to the USA.
• Bought her first car (Tesla).
• Earns ₹2 crore/year.
Your college decides your starting point. Your skills decide your destination.
> born in Finland
> studied at University of Helsinki
> created the Linux kernel at 21
> built Git because no existing tool was good enough
> accidentally became the backbone of servers, Android, cloud, supercomputers
> never chased fame, money, titles or hype
> stayed private, consistent, and brutally honest for decades
> still reviews code, still improves Linux, still avoids drama
Is Linus Torvalds the most underappreciated legend of the tech industry?
Middle class earns.
Middle class pays.
But what does the middle class get back? 🤔
Bad roads.
Air pollution.
Toxic water.
Corruption.
Time to AXE THE PERSONAL INCOME TAX for Salaried Middle Class till we get WORLD CLASS FACILITIES.
#KhandanKaro#TheManifesto#MiddleClass #Taxes
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There are over 50 Muslim majority countries in the world.
And yet the Muslim PM of an Islamic majority country took refuge in Hindu majority India.
India is a great country ❤️
🚨 Zoho founder Sridhar Vembu says India should ban social media for young children, saying kids should spend more time reading books and playing outdoors.
Do you Agree ?
Meet Vivek Sharma, a https://t.co/YSvOF5fxhn Computer Science gold medalist from IIT Bombay, who left a $240,000-a-year (₹2.9 crore) US job to run a small grocery store beneath his house and take care of his parents by staying close to them.
Coming from a simple lower-middle-class family in Kanpur, he worked incredibly hard to achieve his dreams. His father was a railway clerk, and his mother gave tuition classes to support the family.
Like many Indian parents, they sacrificed everything for their son's education. Their savings were used, jewellery was sold, and every rupee was carefully managed so that Vivek could study in Kota and later get into IIT Bombay.
Years later, all those sacrifices seemed worth it.
In his final year, Mr. Sharma received a dream job offer from a San Francisco-based startup with a package worth nearly $240,000 per year. Visa sponsorship, relocation, a global career.....
everything was ready.
Right before joining the US job, tragedy struck. His father suffered a heart attack, and his mother was diagnosed with cancer.
He chose to sacrifice his career.
Now, he runs a grocery store. He also teaches coding to underprivileged children. Vivek says, "My parents are my biggest company."
People are losing their minds over law-abiding Hindus on H-1B visas - skilled professionals who work hard, pay taxes, speak English, and have zero interest in imposing Shariah law or turning American streets into extensions of Karachi or Karbala.
Meanwhile this is happening right now in Houston, Texas - downtown streets filled with black-clad participants in a public Muharram Juloos procession, chest-beating rituals, flags, and symbolic displays.
We did not grow public self-beating processions and imported mourning spectacles in the middle of American cities.
We imported the people - and the culture - that normalized it.
H-1B Hindus? Net contributors who assimilate into the economy.
Mass imports from regions where these street takeovers are standard? Parallel societies in the making.
Time to stop pretending all immigration is the same. Prioritize skills + compatibility + assimilation. Everything else is just importing problems we will have to deal with later.
What is your take?
Dear @PMOIndia and Government of India,
When crude oil prices went up you appealed to the nation:
‘Don’t buy gold, don’t go abroad, work from home, save fuel.’
Now crude oil prices are falling sharply.
It is time to reduce Petrol and Diesel prices immediately!
Give relief to common people. Lower taxes on fuel. Let Indians benefit from global price drop just like in USA where President Trump is pushing oil companies to cut prices.
Jai Hind! 🇮🇳
This is Himani Sharma, who has been living in Germany for the last 4 years.
She said:
"Life slows down in Europe after 6 p.m. Work is over, and people actually go back to living their lives.
But when I was in India and met friends, they were still mentally at work, checking their phones, replying to messages, eating quickly, and then leaving.
But in Europe, people sit in cafes for hours, sipping one drink slowly, having deep conversations, enjoying the weather, ordering a little food, and simply spending time with each other. Nobody is constantly on their phone."
I 100% agree with Himani. Personal life matters.
But in India, we have people like Narayana Murthy, who enjoy vacations with their families but want people to work 70-72 hours a week.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I lack civic sense.
They can overturn cars, burn streets,
and vandalize a city after a championship game.
I dance at an airport excited about my first foreign trip, and suddenly I am the face of poor civic sense.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I steal jobs.
They move factories across oceans,
shift profits through tax havens,
and automate entire industries overnight.
I study, compete, earn a visa, work 18 hours a day, sometimes multiple jobs and somehow I am the one stealing jobs and scamming the system.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I am everywhere.
I build your software,
treat your illness,
teach your children,
drive your taxis,
and open your stores.
The world became a village,
yet my presence remains a problem.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I am too loud.
The evening news screams outrage.
Political rallies shake entire cities.
The internet echoes with anger day and night.
I celebrate a wedding, a festival, a victory,
and I am told my joy is too loud.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I smell of curry.
The world smells of gunpowder,
of hatred,
of division,
of endless arguments about race and religion.
I carry the fragrance of spices from my grandmother's kitchen,
and somehow that is what offends.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I have no culture.
I come from a civilization that counted the stars
when much of the world was still learning maps.
I speak languages older than nations.
I celebrate hundreds of traditions,
yet I am told I have no culture.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I am backward.
I send missions to the Moon.
I build vaccines for millions.
I run companies across continents.
Yet a viral video of one fool becomes evidence against a billion people.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I worship celebrities.
I celebrate my favorite actor's success
with flowers, music, and a few glasses of milk.
Others worship influencers who sell outrage, turn every disagreement into a battlefield, and every opinion into a war.
Yet my celebration is the one that makes headlines.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I gather in crowds.
We walk together in processions,
celebrating our faith, our culture, our traditions.
Everyone is welcome.
No shops are looted.
No neighborhoods are burned.
No one is threatened for thinking differently.
We sing.
We dance.
We pray.
And somehow our gathering becomes the problem.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I bring my culture everywhere.
I light a lamp in a foreign land.
I wear a saree in the snow.
I teach my children the language of their grandparents.
Others build walls between neighbors,
argue endlessly over identity,
and forget where they came from.
Yet I am told I should leave my culture behind.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I live in the past.
But my past gave me yoga,
mathematics, philosophy, meditation,
and the idea that the world is one family.
The future keeps borrowing from my past,
while telling me to be embarrassed by it.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I should be ashamed.
Ashamed of my accent.
Ashamed of my food.
Ashamed of my festivals.
Ashamed of my traditions.
Ashamed of existing.
But I am not ashamed.
I am the child of farmers and philosophers,
scientists and saints, workers and dreamers.
I come from a land that taught the world
that truth can be many-sided,
that all paths deserve respect,
and that the entire world is one family.
Yes, we have flaws. Every nation does.
But judge me by my actions, not by your stereotypes.
For I am an Indian.
And before you tell me what is wrong with me, look honestly at what you have normalized in yourself.
For I am an Indian.
The world may mock my accent,
question my customs,
laugh at my celebrations,
and judge me through a thousand stereotypes.
Yet I stand tall.
For I belong to a civilization older than empires, a culture richer than prejudice, and a people whose spirit refuses to bend.
Jai Hind
Why should the taxpayers fund a system that the lawmakers themselves avoid?
It's time for a law: Netas & Babus must send their children to government schools and get their families treated at government hospitals. No private luxuries, no going abroad for studies or treatment!
If the system isn't good enough for those who run it, it isn't good enough for the common Indian who is one medical emergency away from bankruptcy.
Let’s force accountability. Share this until it reaches the parliament.