THANK YOU DAVID FOR THE LESSON! 🥹❤️
Life is full of lessons. Last week, on a flight from Goa to Mumbai, I learned one.
In the picture is David.
When David boarded the flight, many people looked at him because he was overweight. He came and sat across the aisle from me. In the middle of the flight, he opened his bag, took out a huge collection of chocolates and sweets, and then walked towards the washroom.
I exchanged a glance with the gentleman sitting next to him and said, “He shouldn’t eat so much sweets and chocolates!” This was said out of concern! The gentleman smiled and replied, “Well, that’s probably why he looks the way he does.”
A little while later, David came back, gathered all the sweets, and handed them over to the cabin crew. 🥹
I was surprised.
So I told him, “I must confess, I thought you were going to eat all those chocolates yourself, and that’s why you were overweight.”
He smiled and said, “ I don’t blame you for thinking like that! I have a medical condition. But I used to work with airlines, and I know what cabin crew members go through every day. So I like to bring them something sweet whenever I travel.”
What an outstanding human being.
And what a lesson for me.
How quickly we judge people. How easily we create stories about them without knowing anything about their lives.😳
Thank you, David, for reminding me that kindness is often hidden behind appearances, and that the best people are sometimes the ones we understand the least.
I asked him for a pic! He obliged!
Thank you for the lesson my friend!❤️ #LifeLessons #Encounters
@passportsevamea I reside at Vapi and I am looking to get passport made for my new born baby. Upon checking it has been found that Valsad Passport Kendra seems to be not operating at the moment. Do we have any timeline from when it will be operational? Or can I apply at Daman?
People keep complaining about @IndiGo6E ground handling so here’s my experience today at Khajuraho airport.
Three check in counters open & manned but two refuse to accept passengers. Every one is directed to one counter manned by a trainee.
As I am checking in I ask the counter supervisor why the other counters won’t accept passengers.
“They are only for fast forward.”
Me: I thought there was no fast forward any longer!
“It’s not on the site but we do have it”
Me: What do you get in fast forward?
“You get priority baggage handling and priority boarding.”
Me: If I had known I would have taken it.
“You can still take it.”
I hand over my credit card. He swipes it. As the luggage is being tagged I notice there is. no Fast Forward tag and ask about it.
“ We stopped doing priority baggage handling for Fast Forward. It only gives you priority check in. “
But I had already checked in. I wouldn’t have taken it if you
hadn’t told me about priority baggage handling .
“I never said priority baggage handling.”
Yes you did . I heard you.
“Okay at least you can
board any time you like.”
I ask for the manager. The supervisor insists he never said anything about baggage handling.
Manager: “I will not accept that my staff are lying.”
But you think I am lying?
He shrugs.
The sum of money is small &
the issue is minor. But given how much we have heard about the culture of lying in @indigo , firing one gora scapegoat may not be enough.
The rot has infected the culture
Sachin Tendulkar is still a go to person for this generation. Rahul Dravid had enough time for the U19s to coach them, VVS Laxman is looking after the next generation. It is people like these, and those that seek them out, that make for a strong system.
Winning the World Cup twice in a row, the first time any team has done so in the T20 format. Totally deserving and rightful winners of the trophy.
What a fantastic performance by our team and a special brand of cricket on display.
Well done, Team India. Jai Hind! 🇮🇳🏆
@IRCTCofficial so for those who are trying to do booking and unable to generate OTP bcoz technical issue with IRCTC site. Could you please share at what time the glitch will be solved and what is the new opening time for Tatkal Booking which might be rescheduled due to this issue
"When Dr. Abdul Kalam was the President, he once visited Coonoor. Upon arrival, he learned that Field Marshal Sam Manekshaw Sir was being treated at the military hospital there.
Dr. Kalam went to the hospital to meet Sam Manekshaw Sir. He inquired about Sam's health. Before leaving, Dr. Kalam asked Sam, 'Are you facing any difficulties here? Is there anything I can do to help you feel more comfortable? Do you have any complaints?'
Sam replied, 'Yes... I have one complaint.'
A concerned Dr. Kalam asked in a worried tone, 'What is your complaint?'
Sam said, 'Sir, my complaint is that the most respected President of my beloved country is standing here, but I am unable to salute him.'
Hearing this, Dr. Kalam held Sam's hand... For a moment, tears welled up in both their eyes.
As he was leaving, Manekshaw told the President one thing. He had not received the increased pension for the rank of Field Marshal.
The government had decided that living Field Marshals should receive the full pension equivalent to the Chiefs of Staff, as officers of the rank of Field Marshal never truly retire.
Upon reaching Delhi,Dr. Kalam arranged for the full payment, including all arrears of his pension, within just one week. The Defence Secretary arrived in Wellington, Ooty, by a special flight with a cheque for approximately ₹1.30 Crore.
One great man respected the work of another great man.
But... as soon as he received the cheque, Sam Manekshaw donated the entire amount to the Army Relief Fund!!
Now, who will you salute? ? ?
Truly, they were the real heroes of our country 🥲🥲."
Suppose that once a week, ten men go out for beer and the bill for all ten comes to £100.
If they paid their bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something like this:
The first four men (the poorest) would pay nothing.
The fifth would pay £1.
The sixth would pay £3.
The seventh would pay £7.
The eighth would pay £12.
The ninth would pay £18.
And the tenth man (the richest) would pay £59.
So, that’s what they decided to do.
The ten men drank in the bar every week and seemed quite happy with the arrangement until, one day, the owner caused them a little problem.
“Since you are all such good customers,” he said, “I’m going to reduce the cost of your weekly beer by £20.”
Drinks for the ten men would now cost just £80.
The group still wanted to pay their bill the way we pay our taxes.
So the first four men were unaffected.
They would still drink for free but what about the other six men?
The paying customers? How could they divide the £20 windfall so that everyone would get his fair share?
They realized that £20 divided by six is £3.33, but if they subtracted that from everybody’s share then not only would the first four men still be drinking for free but the fifth and sixth man would each end up being paid to drink his beer.
So, the bar owner suggested that it would be fairer to reduce each man’s bill by a higher percentage.
They decided to follow the principle of the tax system they had been using and he proceeded to work out the amounts he suggested that each should now pay.
And so, the fifth man, like the first four, now paid nothing (a 100% saving).
The sixth man now paid £2 instead of £3 (a 33% saving).
The seventh man now paid £5 instead of £7 (a 28% saving).
The eighth man now paid £9 instead of £12 (a 25% saving).
The ninth man now paid £14 instead of £18 (a 22% saving).
And the tenth man now paid £49 instead of £59 (a 16% saving).
Each of the last six was better off than before with the first four continuing to drink for free.
But, once outside the bar, the men began to compare their savings. “I only got £1 out of the £20 saving,” declared the sixth man. He pointed to the tenth man, “but he got £10!“
“Yeah, that’s right,” exclaimed the fifth man. “I only saved a £1 too. It’s unfair that he got ten times more benefit than me!”
“That’s true!” shouted the seventh man. “Why should he get £10 back, when I only got £2? The wealthy get all the breaks!”
“Wait a minute,” yelled the first four men in unison, “we didn’t get anything at all. This new tax system exploits the poor!”
The nine men surrounded the tenth and beat him up.
The next week the tenth man didn’t show up for drinks, so the nine sat down and had their beers without him.
But when it came time to pay the bill, they discovered something important – they didn’t have enough money between all of them to pay for even half of the bill!
And that’s how it works.
Tax them too much, attack them for being wealthy and they just might not show up anymore. In fact, they might start drinking overseas, where the atmosphere is somewhat friendlier.
For those who understand, no explanation is needed.
For those who do not understand, no explanation is possible.
Shaheed Tukaram Omble ji was not just a hero, he was a phenomenon.
26/11 ki sabse badi sacrific apni jaan daav par laga kar Ajmal Kasab ko zinda pakda.
Woh presence of mind, woh bravery, beyond words. The conspiracy to make it look like a Hindu terror attack was jeopardised by this great man. Deserves a Bharat Ratna and should be a part of all textbook syllabus.
Bharat unka ehsaan kabhi nahi utaar sakta. Salute to the great son of India 🙏🏼
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.
- Wing Commander Afshan - Wife of Wing Commander Namansh Syal.
- She's just lost her husband. Her world is no longer what it used to be. If she wants to shout and cry to heavens, she would be within her right to do so.
- But then, she's also an officer. She's in uniform. And the uniform demands certain dignity and decorum. Its honor comes before your personal grief - irrespective of how big a grief it is.
- Only she knows how she's controlling the storm inside of her.
- Soldiering demands a heavy price. That's why its unlike any other job. Its a profession of arms.
- Farwell, O might air warrior! Blue Skies and Tailwinds!
Hello again to all those glued to Amur Watch !
The Amur Falcons are rewriting the limits of endurance. From the forests of Manipur, three satellite-tagged travellers Apapang, Alang and Ahu have taken the world by storm. Here is the latest update from their epic journey. You will notice Apapang and Alang have crossed into Kenya... while Ahu continues to stay at the northern tip of Somalia. They are likely to stopover at Tsavo National Park in Kenya
Apapang (Orange tag)
The hero of the season.
6,100 km in 6 days 8 hours nonstop.
A single unbroken arc across continents.
Alang (Yellow tag)
The youngest with incredible grit.
5,600 km in 6 days 14 hours, including a night halt in Telangana and a 3-hour breather in Maharashtra before powering towards the Arabian Sea.
Ahu (Red tag)
steady and strong.
5,100 km in 5 days 14 hours, with a night pause in western Bangladesh before joining the great transoceanic push. (Her distance is lower because she took a more northerly and relatively shorter route to Somalia.)
Together, they embody the raw beauty of migration, precision, instinct, wind, stamina, and courage.
What a season ! What a journey ! As told by @SureshWII@wii_india to @supriyasahuias #AmurFalconMigration
For those struk by the magic of Amurs ! Apapang makes it across the Arabian Sea with ease and enters the Horn of Africa, specifically Somalia. Apapang, being an adult male, has definitely done this oceanic crossing multiple times before. Apapang has now done nearly 5400 km, and it has taken him 5 days and 15 hours.
as told by @sureshwii
Harmanpreet Kaur from India
Smriti Mandhana from India
Pratika Rawal from India
Shafali Verma from India
Harleen Deol from India
Deepti Sharma from India
Jemimah Rodrigues from India
Renuka Singh Thakur from India
Arundhati Reddy from India
Richa Ghosh from India
Kranti Gaud from India
Amanjot Kaur from India
Radha Yadav from India
Shree Charani from India
Uma Chetry from India
Sneh Rana from India
just won the #WomensWorldCup2025.
CHAK DEEEE 🇮🇳❤️😭