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[🦚 ︎︎︎ ︎ @chanchlmann]

हमारे साथ श्री रघुनाथ तो किस बात की चिंता 🙏🏽

[Sann @san_x_m]

On the night the gas came, twenty three railway men at Bhopal station were already dead, including his own boss. He was choking, his eyes were burning, and he did not know yet what was in the air.

He stayed on the platform anyway, and he did not leave it for the rest of the night.

His name was Ghulam Dastagir.

He was the deputy station superintendent at Bhopal Junction. On the night of 2 December 1984, around forty tons of methyl isocyanate escaped from the Union Carbide pesticide plant and moved across the sleeping city. It is still the worst industrial disaster the world has ever seen.

He had been working late on paperwork. At about one in the morning he stepped onto the platform to check an incoming train, and felt his eyes burn and his throat close.

Understand what a railway station is on a night like that. It is the one place in the city that keeps delivering people into the poison, train after train, hundreds at a time, all of them stepping out onto a platform that will kill them.

He worked out what that meant faster than almost anyone in Bhopal did.

The Gorakhpur Express was standing at the platform with twenty minutes still to go before departure. He ignored the timetable and every rule that governed it, and sent that train out of the city early. Everyone on board lived.

Then he sent word up and down the line, to Vidisha, to Itarsi, to every station he could reach, and told them to stop all traffic into Bhopal. Do not send us any more people.

He could have run. His colleagues were lying dead around him and the platform was filling with people who were gasping and vomiting and weeping. He stayed. He moved from platform to platform through the night, helping people, and sent an emergency call to every railway office within reach until ambulances and doctors finally arrived.

Thousands of people are alive because a middle ranking railway official refused to leave his post.

He paid the full price. The gas stayed in his lungs. He spent nineteen years in and out of hospitals and died in 2003, and the illness that killed him was the one he breathed in that night.

In 2023 a series was made about that night, and the character based on him was given a different name. So even the people who watched it and cried never learned who he actually was.

His name was Ghulam Dastagir, and the reason the death toll at Bhopal was not far higher is that one man decided the trains were his responsibility.

[Parimal @Fintech03]

The internet was busy debating jantar Mantar & a quiet facility in India witnessed something straight out of science fiction. An engine fired up. But it did not hum & it did not roar like a normal jet.

It detonated. Continuous supersonic shockwaves raced around a circular chamber 1000s of times/sec, harnessing controlled explosions to generate thrust.

The startup D-Propulse just gave the world a sneak peek of their air-breathing Rotating Detonation Engine (RDE) with an integrated aerospike nozzle.

Every jet engine on a commercial airliner, every fighter jet & every rocket we have ever seen operates on deflagration. We mix fuel with air/oxygen, ignite it & it burns relatively slowly at subsonic speeds. It is effective, but humanity has pushed this tech to its absolute physical limits.

RDEs throw that century-old playbook into the fire. Instead of burning fuel smoothly, an RDE explodes it intentionally. A continuous detonation wave sweeps around an annular (ring-shaped) channel at supersonic speeds, reaching over 2000 m/s. This is called Pressure-Gain Combustion.

It extracts 15-25% more thermal efficiency out of the exact same amount of fuel. In the world of high-speed flight, a 25% jump in efficiency is a completely different league.

Why this Matters for India?

For decades, the narrative surrounding Indian engineering was tied to catching up on legacy systems, spending billions trying to replicate 1970s turbofan engine metallurgy/importing critical defense tech.

D-Propulse is proving that India does not need to play catch-up anymore.

By leapfrogging straight to Pressure-Gain Combustion, an Indian deep-tech startup, guided by veteran scientists & built by young engineers is standing on the frontlines alongside research labs in the US, Japan & China.

Imagine hypersonic cruise missiles, ultra-long-range combat drones & spaceplanes that do not need heavy, complex moving turbopumps to break speed records. That is the realm this technology unlocks.

The future does not belong to those who build better versions of old machines. It belongs to those who rewrite the physics of how machines work.

[Nupur J Sharma @UnSubtleDesi]

And there it is. Something OpIndia told people months ago.

This isn’t about NEET. This isn’t about students.

This is about Umar Khalid and FCRA primarily.

[Opinion Bakery @IndiaSpeaksPR]

The communist spares no effort to destroy the family structure. Same recipe adopted across the globe. Leaves behind a trail of destruction

[Pradeep Bhandari(प्रदीप भंडारी)🇮🇳 @pradip103]

This is how these anarchist elements assaulted ACP Bhagat yesterday at 8.30 pm.

Watch carefully two students were shielding him; protecting him by covering his head with hands.

We need to stand with students; not with anarchist elements which has infiltrated!

[Rahul Srinivas @whizkidd]

Don’t know about Rang De Basanti, but let me tell you what some of us millennials actually grew up watching.

I was in primary school during the 1993 Mumbai bombings -- too young to even understand what terrorism meant. But I distinctly remember my mom repeatedly warning me not to pick up anything lying around while playing outside because, you know, it could be a bomb.

That was childhood.

Then came the seemingly endless procession of attacks: the 1993 Mumbai blasts, Red Fort in 2000, Parliament in 2001, the Mumbai bus bombings and Akshardham in 2002, three separate blasts within eight months in Mumbai in 2003, the 2005 Delhi blasts, the 2007 Hyderabad bombings, and the 2008 Bangalore and Ahmedabad blasts.

In July 2006, I was supposed to be on one of the trains that was bombed near Mahim. I stayed back at the office because of a meeting. A completely mundane change of plans is probably the reason I’m alive to type this instead of being a name on a list of the dead.

I remember that evening far better than I remember any stupid movie. Our office went into lockdown. Phones were jammed. People were crying and frantically trying to reach their families. Nobody knew what was happening, whether there were more bombs, or whether someone they loved was lying dead inside a mangled train compartment.

Two years later came 26/11.

I had the misfortune of watching uncensored footage of the aftermath. One clip showed bodies being piled and stacked inside a makeshift room at CST while someone wheeled in another load on a bloodied wheelbarrow, with blood dripping onto the floor. The sanitised footage shown on television didn't come remotely close to what actually happened inside that station.

So yes, us millennials lived through an era where we went to work knowing that the crime of simply boarding the wrong train, getting on the wrong bus, eating at the wrong restaurant, or standing on the wrong street at the wrong fucking moment could get you blown to pieces or riddled with bullets.

Some of us literally went to work wondering, somewhere at the back of our minds, whether this would be the commute we wouldn't come home from.

So please, spare us millennials this sanctimonious horseshit about Rang De Basanti and what some Bollywood movie supposedly should have taught us about how to vote.

[Rishi Bagree @rishibagree]

Protesters in Bihar asked the police to use tear gas & water cannons on them. Police said that tear gas wasn’t available; the protesters said they would settle for the water cannons.
After getting thoroughly soaked, they enjoyed an impromptu rain dance and left the scene.

[Piyush yadav @piyu_q7m]

India is a strange place. Every religion practicing their faith is called freedom, but Hindus practicing theirs is suddenly an issue. The selective hatred in this country is wild

[Swati Goel Sharma @swati_gs]

Zubair is defending cockroach party protest by highlighting that protesters raised Jai Shri Ram slogans before Allahu Akbar 😂

[Nupur J Sharma @UnSubtleDesi]

Calm your tits, chutiye. There’s no “fake news”. This particular slogan is being highlighted because it is only after this chant that human beings tend to blow themselves up.

[Sailor @sailorsmoon]

It’s so easy to hurl abuse or stones or whatever onto law enforcement guys under garb of protests. Might even give you a momentarily kick too but remember one day it will all be over and your dumb acts may comeback to haunt you. Protest and hooliganism are very different things.

[Rahul Roushan @rahulroushan]

Yeah sure

[Nirwa Mehta @nirwamehta]

Riding on top of a stolen police car. Last time someone stole a police car such as this was on 26/11 in Mumbai. How is this justified?

[Rahul Roushan @rahulroushan]

Lol. That robot got students lathicharged and badly beaten up when they were protesting against the brutal gangrape of Nirbhaya.

[Swati Goel Sharma @swati_gs]

The poison that pk spread

No Muslim in the protest will do such stunt with any symbol of his own religion, the way Aamir Khan didn’t - a reality @GemsOfBollywood has exposed time and again

[Zucker Doctor @DoctorLFC]

Millennials are now sandwiched between a generation that believes everything they read on WhatsApp and a generation that believes everything they see on Instagram.

[Clown @Bhaadmjaaye]

Isn't she the same lady who asked nirbhaya's mother to forgive the rapists and stop the death peanalty?

[Opinion Bakery @IndiaSpeaksPR]

The PM needs to be asked why has he refused to tackle the well-oiled riot industry which makes the lives of ordinary Indians intolerable every 1-2 years - so that he can wax eloquent on mother of democracy BS abroad?

[🦚 ︎︎︎ ︎ @chanchlmann]

@IndiaSpeaksPR Naming and shaming boli to waha tak bhi theek tha
What does she wanna do by knowing where she lives ?

[Zucker Doctor @DoctorLFC]

"Scrap NEET"

More than 20 years ago, when I gave my medical entrances exams, private colleges in Maharashtra were allowed to conduct their own exams.

Forget leaking papers, some of these colleges actually directly sold ranks.

Sure, let's go back to those glorious times.