Bhrigu K

@bhrigster

Photographer/Enterprenuer Somewhere in between life and art .

Rishikesh, India

Joined November 2009

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Bhrigu K @bhrigster

18 days ago

@ugach_kahitarii Link please

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🧃 @jigar_042

19 days ago

Zee5 scammed an entire country with their World Cup subscription. This is straight up fraud.

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drox @droxcodes

18 days ago

Zee5 streaming the matches at 720p and charging 799 with ads is ridiculous. > world cup is excluded from their premium subscription included in Airtel Xtream/JioFiber plans > you can subscribe to Unite8 TV channel(also owned by Zee) at a cheaper cost. #FifaOpenerOnZEE5

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Anya Shankar @AnyaShankar

18 days ago

Hello @ZEE5India, why am I seeing this screen despite paying you 799 rs! What's this scam?!

Who to follow

K A U S |she/her| W R I T E R

@soda_glasses

Nomadic Writer| #Empathyiscool.

Nilesh Malu

@nileshmalu

Traveller by Passion !!!

Joysun_Dsouza✋

@DsouzaJoysun

Electrical & Electronics Engineer; Family Guy; INC supporter; more importantly An Indian.

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Joginder Tuteja

@Tutejajoginder

18 days ago

Anyone able to watch FIFA on @ZEE5India? I have an active subscription ZEE5 and still on app as well as TV, I am not able to connect.

Tutejajoginder's tweet photo. Anyone able to watch FIFA on @ZEE5India? I have an active subscription ZEE5 and still on app as well as TV, I am not able to connect. https://t.co/5JtkYNzu6Q

Bhrigu K @bhrigster

18 days ago

@Ayush_Ishaani @ZEECorporate @ZEE5India @ZEE5India should stick to daily soaps. #tumsenahopaaega #zee5

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18 days ago

Anyone else also facing subscription issues on Zee5 for World Cup? #Zee5 #Noob #Failed @ZEE5India I bought the subscriotion but it shows no active subscription on the tab. Ridiculous

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Adv. Vijay Singh

@VijaySingh_law

5 months ago

🚨 Davos fraud? CM and spouse holiday in Switzerland on taxpayers’ money. We pay taxes, yet buy our own security, schools, hospitals, air, water. No safety net. Only VIP convoys and foreign trips. Question this and you’re “anti-national”. Accountability is patriotism. 🇮🇳🚨 #Davos2026

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ArchaeoHistories

@histories_arch

6 months ago

In the autumn of 1952, a thin and hungry tabby cat walked into a classroom at Elysian Heights Elementary School in Los Angeles. A lesson was already in progress. The cat calmly entered, sat down in the middle of the room, and began to groom himself. The students were delighted. The teacher allowed him to stay. When the school day ended, the cat quietly left. The next morning, he came back. Then he returned again the day after that. Soon, it was clear this was not an accident. The cat had chosen the school. The students named him Room 8, after the classroom he first entered. Room 8 quickly found his routine. Each morning, he arrived at school. During the day, he rested in sunny spots, let children pet him, and moved calmly from room to room. In the afternoon, he left. He never disrupted lessons. Teachers and students noticed his gentle and quiet presence. Small privileges became important to the children. Feeding him was special. So was carefully moving him if he fell asleep in an awkward place. Over the years, Room 8 became part of everyday school life. He was there during reading time, math lessons, and art classes. He did not take part. He simply watched. When yearbook photos were taken, Room 8 was often included. From 1952 through the late 1960s, he appeared in class photos, sitting among the students as if he belonged. By the early 1960s, his story spread beyond the school. In 1962, LOOK magazine published a feature about him. It brought national attention to the school cat. Soon, fan mail began to arrive. The letters were addressed to “Room 8, Elysian Heights Elementary School, Los Angeles.” Children and adults from across the country wrote to him. Some sent small gifts or drawings. Room 8 had become a celebrity. Years later, guitarist Leo Kottke composed an instrumental piece titled Room 8, inspired by the cat. As Room 8 grew older, his health declined. By the mid 1960s, he was injured in a fight and later developed pneumonia. One of the teachers, Virginia Finley, offered him a home. She lived in a house directly across the street from the school. From then on, Room 8 spent his nights with her and his days at Elysian Heights. When he was strong enough, he crossed the street on his own each morning. As he grew weaker, teachers and students sometimes carried him so he could keep his routine. On August 11, 1968, Room 8 died peacefully. His exact age was unknown, but he was believed to be about 20 to 22 years old. This was very old for a cat who had once lived as a stray. The Los Angeles Times published a long obituary about him. It described his years at the school, his national fame, and the love students felt for him. Room 8 was buried with care. Teachers, students, and admirers mourned his passing. In 2006, Virginia Finley wrote a children’s book titled “Room 8: The True Story of the School Cat.” The book preserved his story for future generations. Through the book, new readers learned about the cat who slept in classroom windows and sat quietly during lessons. Room 8 was never trained. He was never officially adopted by the school. No one planned for him to stay. He simply arrived. And the community made space for him. For sixteen years, Room 8 was a steady presence in the lives of thousands of children. He became part of their memories, their yearbooks, and their lessons about kindness and care. His legacy is not about fame. It is about belonging. Sometimes, all it takes to find a place in the world is to walk through an open door and be allowed to stay. © Reddit #archaeohistories

histories_arch's tweet photo. In the autumn of 1952, a thin and hungry tabby cat walked into a classroom at Elysian Heights Elementary School in Los Angeles.

A lesson was already in progress.
The cat calmly entered, sat down in the middle of the room, and began to groom himself.

The students were delighted.
The teacher allowed him to stay.

When the school day ended, the cat quietly left.

The next morning, he came back.
Then he returned again the day after that.

Soon, it was clear this was not an accident.
The cat had chosen the school.

The students named him Room 8, after the classroom he first entered.

Room 8 quickly found his routine.
Each morning, he arrived at school.
During the day, he rested in sunny spots, let children pet him, and moved calmly from room to room.
In the afternoon, he left.

He never disrupted lessons.
Teachers and students noticed his gentle and quiet presence.

Small privileges became important to the children.
Feeding him was special.
So was carefully moving him if he fell asleep in an awkward place.

Over the years, Room 8 became part of everyday school life.
He was there during reading time, math lessons, and art classes.
He did not take part.
He simply watched.

When yearbook photos were taken, Room 8 was often included.
From 1952 through the late 1960s, he appeared in class photos, sitting among the students as if he belonged.

By the early 1960s, his story spread beyond the school.

In 1962, LOOK magazine published a feature about him.
It brought national attention to the school cat.

Soon, fan mail began to arrive.
The letters were addressed to “Room 8, Elysian Heights Elementary School, Los Angeles.”

Children and adults from across the country wrote to him.
Some sent small gifts or drawings.
Room 8 had become a celebrity.

Years later, guitarist Leo Kottke composed an instrumental piece titled Room 8, inspired by the cat.

As Room 8 grew older, his health declined.
By the mid 1960s, he was injured in a fight and later developed pneumonia.

One of the teachers, Virginia Finley, offered him a home.
She lived in a house directly across the street from the school.

From then on, Room 8 spent his nights with her and his days at Elysian Heights.

When he was strong enough, he crossed the street on his own each morning.
As he grew weaker, teachers and students sometimes carried him so he could keep his routine.

On August 11, 1968, Room 8 died peacefully.
His exact age was unknown, but he was believed to be about 20 to 22 years old.
This was very old for a cat who had once lived as a stray.

The Los Angeles Times published a long obituary about him.
It described his years at the school, his national fame, and the love students felt for him.

Room 8 was buried with care.
Teachers, students, and admirers mourned his passing.

In 2006, Virginia Finley wrote a children’s book titled “Room 8: The True Story of the School Cat.”
The book preserved his story for future generations.

Through the book, new readers learned about the cat who slept in classroom windows and sat quietly during lessons.

Room 8 was never trained.
He was never officially adopted by the school.
No one planned for him to stay.

He simply arrived.
And the community made space for him.

For sixteen years, Room 8 was a steady presence in the lives of thousands of children.
He became part of their memories, their yearbooks, and their lessons about kindness and care.

His legacy is not about fame.
It is about belonging.

Sometimes, all it takes to find a place in the world is to walk through an open door and be allowed to stay.

© Reddit

#archaeohistories

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𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒉𝒚𝒂𝒂'𝒗

@vedicvenus_

6 months ago

IN AN EMPTY STADIUM, WITH NO CHEERS Meet 24-year-old, security guard's daughter Jyothi Yarraji, the fastest women's 100m hurdler in India!

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Jawaharlal Nehru

@PMNehru

6 months ago

India 🇮🇳 is bringing Italy's 🇮🇹 poison. Miteni factory was closed down in Italy after court found out that it was releasing PFAs - cancer causing chemicals - into water bodies. When the 🏭 auctioned its machinery, only one company bid- Laxmi Organic Industries. Now they will produce the same chemical in India. Will it not risk life of Indians? 🇮🇳 India doesn't have any laws to regulate PFAs. Unfortunately, life has little value in our country.

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j.a.h.n.a.v.i._.i.y.e.r @JahnaviIyer

6 months ago

I am struggling to wrap my head around this. How did a factory that poisoned 350,000 people in Italy and sent its executives to prison for 141 years get a second life in India? This is the story of a “toxic hand-me-down" thats unfolding right now in Ratnagiri, Maharashtra. In 2018, the Miteni plant in Italy was shut down. It had leaked "Forever Chemicals" (PFAS) into the groundwater for decades. The result? Kidney cancer, heart disease, and thousands of excess deaths. It was an environmental crime so bad that the Italian courts actually held the bosses accountable. But instead of being scrapped, the plant was bought, dismantled, and shipped in containers to Mumbai. By early 2025, it became fully operational in the Lote Parshuram industrial area. Here’s why this is terrifying: 1. No Rules: India doesn't even have PFAS regulations yet. We are basically a "wild west" for chemicals that stay in your blood and soil forever. 2. Infrastructure Gaps: In rural Maharashtra, power cuts are frequent. When the power goes out, the treatment plants stop, and toxic waste gets dumped directly into the streams that feed the Vashishti and Jagbudi rivers. 3. The Western Ghats: We are doing this in the heart of one of the world's most sensitive ecosystems. It feels like we’re being used as a dumping ground for a business model that was literally ruled a crime in Europe. Why are we importing equipment that was deemed too poisonous for Italians? Who is looking out for the 25,000 workers and the families living in Ratnagiri? We need to talk about this before "Forever Chemicals" become a forever problem for our children. #Ratnagiri #Maharashtra #Environment #PublicHealth #PFAS #India #WesternGhats #CleanWater https://t.co/98JZaIypZX @ananya_sharma_ @IndiaSpend @CSIR_IITR @IVLSecurities @aerf_india @toxicslink

JahnaviIyer's tweet photo. I am struggling to wrap my head around this. How did a factory that poisoned 350,000 people in Italy and sent its executives to prison for 141 years get a second life in India?
This is the story of a “toxic hand-me-down" thats unfolding right now in Ratnagiri, Maharashtra.
In 2018, the Miteni plant in Italy was shut down. It had leaked "Forever Chemicals" (PFAS) into the groundwater for decades. The result? Kidney cancer, heart disease, and thousands of excess deaths. It was an environmental crime so bad that the Italian courts actually held the bosses accountable.
But instead of being scrapped, the plant was bought, dismantled, and shipped in containers to Mumbai.
By early 2025, it became fully operational in the Lote Parshuram industrial area.
Here’s why this is terrifying:
1. No Rules: India doesn't even have PFAS regulations yet. We are basically a "wild west" for chemicals that stay in your blood and soil forever.
2. Infrastructure Gaps: In rural Maharashtra, power cuts are frequent. When the power goes out, the treatment plants stop, and toxic waste gets dumped directly into the streams that feed the Vashishti and Jagbudi rivers.
3. The Western Ghats: We are doing this in the heart of one of the world's most sensitive ecosystems.
It feels like we’re being used as a dumping ground for a business model that was literally ruled a crime in Europe.

Why are we importing equipment that was deemed too poisonous for Italians? Who is looking out for the 25,000 workers and the families living in Ratnagiri?
We need to talk about this before "Forever Chemicals" become a forever problem for our children.
#Ratnagiri #Maharashtra #Environment #PublicHealth #PFAS #India #WesternGhats #CleanWater

https://t.co/98JZaIypZX

@ananya_sharma_ @IndiaSpend @CSIR_IITR @IVLSecurities @aerf_india @toxicslink

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Parth MN

@parthpunter

6 months ago

Kudos, Nikhil Naz, for exposing the farce that was Lionel Messi's India tour. The cost of this tour was Rs. 120 crore. At the same time, India's national football league stands suspended because nobody is willing to shell out Rs. 35 crore.

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The Khel India

@TheKhelIndia

7 months ago

🚨 THIS IS PRETTY HUGE NEWS FOLKS 💥 WORLD CUP WINNING MOMENTS FOR INDIA 🏆 Indian Women's Team defeated Chinese Taipei 35-28 in the Finals of Kabaddi World Cup 2025! Our Girls successfully defends the Trophy 🇮🇳💙

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Mohini Maheshwari

@MohiniWealth

7 months ago

On the night of May 20, 2025, a little girl in a faded pink frock fell asleep on her mother’s lap at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus. Her parents, simple people from Solapur, had come to Mumbai for her father’s treatment. They were exhausted. Just for a moment, the mother closed her eyes. When she opened them, her daughter was gone. Six months. Six months of walking from police station to police station. Six months of showing the same crumpled photograph to strangers on trains, in slums, in orphanages. Six months of the father not sleeping, the mother not eating, both of them growing hollow-eyed, whispering the same name into the dark: “Aarohi… Aarohi…” In Varanasi, a thousand kilometres away, a tiny girl with no memory of her real name was learning to call herself “Kashi.” She had been found crying near the railway tracks in June, barefoot and terrified. The orphanage gave her food, a bed, and a new name. She smiled easily, because children always do, but sometimes at night she clutched the edge of her blanket and asked for “Aai” — Marathi for mother — and no one understood. Back in Mumbai, the police refused to close the file. They printed posters with Aarohi’s face, stuck them on every platform from Lokmanya Tilak Terminus to Bhusawal to Varanasi Cantt. They ran newspaper ads, knocked on doors, begged journalists for help. Six months is a long time for hope to stay alive, but some officers carried her photograph in their shirt pockets like it was their own child. Then, on November 13, a local reporter in Varanasi saw the poster. Something clicked. He had seen a girl who spoke Marathi words in her sleep. He made a phone call. The next morning, a Mumbai Police inspector sat in front of a laptop in Varanasi and opened a video call. On the screen appeared a little girl in a pink frock — the same colour she was wearing the day she vanished. The mother, standing behind the officer in Mumbai, saw her daughter and collapsed without a sound. The father just kept repeating, “That’s my Aarohi… that’s my baby…” They flew her back on Children’s Day — November 14. When the plane landed, the entire Mumbai Crime Branch was waiting. They had bought her balloons and a new frock, sky blue this time. But the moment the little girl stepped out and saw the sea of khaki uniforms, she did something no one expected. She ran. Not away — toward them. Tiny legs pumping, arms outstretched, she threw herself at the nearest officer and laughed — the purest, clearest laugh that had been missing from the world for half a year. The officer, a tough man who had seen everything, felt his eyes burn. He lifted her high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like he was family. Her parents were crying too hard to walk. So the policemen carried their daughter to them. The mother touched her face again and again, as if checking she was real. The father fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to his child’s tiny feet, sobbing words no one could understand except God. And the little girl? She just kept smiling, looking from her parents to the officers and back again, completely unaware that she had turned an entire police station into a sobbing, laughing, praying family. Six months of darkness ended in one hug. Aarohi is home now. The kidnapper is still out there, but that is tomorrow’s fight. Today, a mother is singing lullabies again. Today, a father is smiling in his sleep. And somewhere in Mumbai, there are policemen who will never forget the weight of a four-year-old girl in their arms — the weight of an entire life returned. Sometimes the uniform doesn’t just catch thieves. Sometimes it carries lost children all the way back to their mothers’ hearts.

MohiniWealth's tweet photo. On the night of May 20, 2025, a little girl in a faded pink frock fell asleep on her mother’s lap at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus. Her parents, simple people from Solapur, had come to Mumbai for her father’s treatment. They were exhausted. Just for a moment, the mother closed her eyes.

When she opened them, her daughter was gone.

Six months.
Six months of walking from police station to police station.
Six months of showing the same crumpled photograph to strangers on trains, in slums, in orphanages.
Six months of the father not sleeping, the mother not eating, both of them growing hollow-eyed, whispering the same name into the dark: “Aarohi… Aarohi…”

In Varanasi, a thousand kilometres away, a tiny girl with no memory of her real name was learning to call herself “Kashi.” She had been found crying near the railway tracks in June, barefoot and terrified. The orphanage gave her food, a bed, and a new name. She smiled easily, because children always do, but sometimes at night she clutched the edge of her blanket and asked for “Aai” — Marathi for mother — and no one understood.

Back in Mumbai, the police refused to close the file. They printed posters with Aarohi’s face, stuck them on every platform from Lokmanya Tilak Terminus to Bhusawal to Varanasi Cantt. They ran newspaper ads, knocked on doors, begged journalists for help. Six months is a long time for hope to stay alive, but some officers carried her photograph in their shirt pockets like it was their own child.

Then, on November 13, a local reporter in Varanasi saw the poster. Something clicked. He had seen a girl who spoke Marathi words in her sleep. He made a phone call.

The next morning, a Mumbai Police inspector sat in front of a laptop in Varanasi and opened a video call. On the screen appeared a little girl in a pink frock — the same colour she was wearing the day she vanished. The mother, standing behind the officer in Mumbai, saw her daughter and collapsed without a sound. The father just kept repeating, “That’s my Aarohi… that’s my baby…”

They flew her back on Children’s Day — November 14.

When the plane landed, the entire Mumbai Crime Branch was waiting. They had bought her balloons and a new frock, sky blue this time. But the moment the little girl stepped out and saw the sea of khaki uniforms, she did something no one expected.

She ran.

Not away — toward them.

Tiny legs pumping, arms outstretched, she threw herself at the nearest officer and laughed — the purest, clearest laugh that had been missing from the world for half a year. The officer, a tough man who had seen everything, felt his eyes burn. He lifted her high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like he was family.

Her parents were crying too hard to walk. So the policemen carried their daughter to them.

The mother touched her face again and again, as if checking she was real. The father fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to his child’s tiny feet, sobbing words no one could understand except God.

And the little girl? She just kept smiling, looking from her parents to the officers and back again, completely unaware that she had turned an entire police station into a sobbing, laughing, praying family.

Six months of darkness ended in one hug.

Aarohi is home now.
The kidnapper is still out there, but that is tomorrow’s fight.

Today, a mother is singing lullabies again.
Today, a father is smiling in his sleep.
And somewhere in Mumbai, there are policemen who will never forget the weight of a four-year-old girl in their arms — the weight of an entire life returned.

Sometimes the uniform doesn’t just catch thieves.
Sometimes it carries lost children all the way back to their mothers’ hearts.

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Pop Crave

@PopCrave

7 months ago

The Goo Goo Dolls perform “Iris” for NPR Tiny Desk concert series.

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The Public Record

@deepCH_2

7 months ago

🚨 BREAKING NEWS: INDIA TURNS THE WORLD BOXING CUP FINALS INTO A MASS GOLD MINT — 9 GOLD MEDALS IN ONE DAY! 🥇🔥 In an earth-shaking display of dominance, Indian boxers have steamrolled the competition, collecting 9 GOLD MEDALS on the final day of the World Boxing Cup Finals 2025 at the Shaheed Vijay Singh Pathik Sports Complex — leaving rival nations looking like live punching bags. But wait… that’s not all. India also sealed six silvers, turning the medal ceremony into what can only be described as a full-scale Indian parade. =============================== 🥊 WOMEN’S BRIGADE: TOTAL DESTRUCTION MODE ACTIVATED India’s women walked into the ring today and apparently decided to end international boxing for everyone else: •Minakshi (48kg) — 5-0 demolition of Fozilova Farzona •Preeti (54kg) — 5-0 annihilation of Sirine Charrabi •Arundhati (70kg) — 5-0 domination over Zokirova Aziza •Nupur (80+kg) — 5-0 destruction of Oltinoy Sotimboeva •Nikhat Zareen (51kg) — 5-0 masterclass vs Guo Yi Xuan •Parveen (60kg) — edged Ayaka Taguchi 3-2 in a thriller •Jaismine (57kg) — 4-1 power win over Wu Shih Yi The women didn’t just win — they confiscated medals. =============================== 💥 MEN’S DIVISION: CLEAN SWEEPS & COMEBACK CHAOS •Sachin (60kg) — 5-0 whitewash of Kyrgyzstan’s Munarbek Seiitbek •Hitesh (70kg) — the comeback GOAT, turning a deficit into a 3-2 stunner over Kazakhstan’s Nurbek Mursal The crowd? Uncontrollable. Officials? Exhausted tallying medals. Opponents? Reconsidering careers. =============================== 🥈 AND THE SILVER SQUAD: Even the runners-up fought wars worthy of gold: Jadumani Singh (M50kg), Pawan Bartwal (M55kg), Abhinash Jamwal (M65kg), Ankush (M80kg), Pooja Rani (F80kg), Narender (M90+kg). =============================== 🎾 BONUS BREAKING FROM AUSTRALIA: Meanwhile, in badminton — because India is apparently multitasking dominance — Lakshya Sen & Ayush bulldozed into the Australian Open 2025 Quarterfinals, continuing the national hobby of upsetting seeded players. =============================== 🇮🇳 FINAL HEADLINE: India didn’t just participate today. India owned the day. And the rest of the world? Just spectators in the Indian Sports Show — November 20 Edition. 🔥 END OF BULLETIN. MORE DOMINANCE LOADING… #IndiaWinsBig #WorldBoxingCup #GoldenDayForIndia