Fungus is everywhere. It thrives in warmth and moisture. Imagine metal, plastic, and wood, which one is most likely to grow fungus? Wood, because it absorbs and retains moisture.
Similarly, the human body has areas where heat and moisture get trapped, such as the armpits, groin, the spaces between the toes, and skin folds. Add poor hygiene, excessive sweating, tight clothing, diabetes or other conditions that weaken immunity, and the misuse of over-the-counter steroid-containing creams, and fungal infections can become persistent and much harder to treat.
Yes, antifungal medicines like azoles are effective. But don't self-diagnose or self-medicate.
Suryavanshi’s attitude in the 90s is making every batsman look bad who refused a double on the last ball of the 18th-19th over just coz he was close to a century.
Almost always the Indian crowd on an International flight is 5x more uncivilized than on a domestic flight.
People might expect some lack of civic sense on a blue-collar flight, often to Saudi/Singapore, but that’s coz it’s their very first flight. I can understand, But it’s the vacation-destination flights you will find the most uncouth assh*les, who would talk loudly, tease attendants. Misbehave for more alcohol. Even after they land, these are the people, who would talk loudly at public places, and display overall obnoxious behaviour. A couple was caught stealing food, and were laughing when they were caught. My last exp.
It’s mostly coz such people come from a negative correlation of education & wealth. Not much education or corporate experience, yet have wealth due to rent-seeking businesses/inheritance. They behave the same in India, but they get away by throwing money at a problem. It solves it here. But not abroad. If you ever try to instil some sense in them, their gag reflex is to tell you how many showrooms they own & they can buy you out. Sometimes they say it overtly, and other times passively by wearing a thick gold chain & brands that scream in your face. All CAPS.
Your worlds rarely collide in India, but they do when you are at the same luxury resort abroad. It’s the “Bharat shock” the India experiences abroad. :)
This is totally false.
Not an iota of truth in this.
There is no question of putting such restrictions on foreign travel.
We remain committed to improving ‘Ease of Doing Business’ and ‘Ease of Living’ for our people.
The United States has foolishly given Pakistan more than 33 billion dollars in aid over the last 15 years, and they have given us nothing but lies & deceit, thinking of our leaders as fools. They give safe haven to the terrorists we hunt in Afghanistan, with little help. No more!
उबाल आते ही आंच धीमी करें — LPG की समझदारी भरी बचत करें।
उबाल के बाद तेज़ आंच रखने से खाना जल्दी नहीं पकता, सिर्फ़ गैस ज़्यादा खर्च होती है।
धीमी आंच अपनाकर 25% तक LPG बचाएं, बिना अतिरिक्त समय गंवाए।
छोटी आदत, बड़ी बचत-
ऊर्जा संसाधनों के जिम्मेदार उपयोग की दिशा में यह एक महत्वपूर्ण कदम है।
याद रखें: उबाल आते ही आंच धीमी ���रें — यही है समझदारी!
#SaveFuel #SmartCooking #EnergyConservation #ConserveOilandGas
#LPGConservation
@HardeepSPuri @PetroleumMin @ChairmanIOCL @Secretary_MoPNG @neerajmittalias @sahneyas
पुण्यातले प्रोजेक्ट असे announce केले जातात:
तुम्हाला जेवण देणार आहोत.
तुम्हाला जेवण देण्यासाठी आज हॉल बुक केला.
तुमचं जेवण बनवण्यासाठी आज आचारी सापडलाय.
येत्या आठवड्यापर्यंत जेवण देण्यासाठी भाज्या तातडीने खरेदी करणार आहोत.
मार्केट बंद असल्याने येत्या आठवड्यात फक्त भात मिळेल. पोळीभाजी द्यायला पुढचा महिना येईल.
उद्या ताटात मीठ वाढायला प्रमुख आयोजक येणार आहेत.
पुढच्या आठवड्यात भात वाढायला ते परत येतील.
@PuneriSpeaks@MarathiRojgar
Rajya Sabha MP Priyanka Chaturvedi wrote a letter to Union Minister for Electronics & Information Technology (MeitY) Ashwini Vaishnaw.
"I wanted to bring to your urgent attention and urgent intervention on a new trend that has emerged on social media, especially on X, by misusing their AI Grok feature where men are using fake accounts to post women's photos and pushing out prompts to Grok to minimize their clothing and sexualise them. It is not just limited to sharing photos through fake accounts but are also targeting women who post their own photos. This is unacceptable and gross misuse of an AI function..." reads the letter
Many workers like daily wagelabourers, delivery boys, construction workers, sanitation staff, rickshaw pullers, etc skip meals in Delhi to save money and time.
To address this silent struggle, the Delhi govt is launching the Atal Canteen scheme, which will serve hot, nutritious meals at 100 locations across the city, out of which 50 launched today, on birth anniversary of Late PM Bharat Ratna AB Vajpayee.
Plan is to provide hot, fresh, nutritious Food with good protein and the good part is that it's not free and charges a nominal fee of Rs 5. This reduces misuse, and ensures the service is valued and sustainably used by those who genuinely need it.
Good initiative. This could ease a daily burden for thousands who keep the city running, often at the cost of their own meals.
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.
Posting on behalf of my sister’s friend, Neel Deshmukh’s mother.
*Patient name -* Neel Deshmukh
*Hospital -* Deenanath Mangeshkar, Pune
*Patient number -* 1524104
*Age -* 11 months
*URGENT* requirement of platelets because of ongoing chemotherapy.
You can donate -
1. Blood with ANY blood group, or
2. Platelets
Please report to Blood Bank in Old Building of Deenanath Mangeshkar Hospital after 8:00 AM.
*Do not forget to mention the Patient Number mentioned above.*
Critical infrastructure projects like these should be fast tracked... Hopefully, they are included in the CM War Room.
In general - we need to figure out ways to speed up our infra projects... most take too long!
'Mumbai-Pune Expressway to get four more lanes' https://t.co/NemcKubuZ4
cc @mohol_murlidhar@Dev_Fadnavis