Wow! What a roasting!
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Totally exposing the communist / leftist students, subjects and their politics.. and the goon communities in the CJP cockroach protests!
4 protests erupted in different parts of India:
1) Maharashtra: Protest in Thane against the Amazon Data Centre.
2) Telangana: Protest in Shamshabad against the allocation of land for a bullet train hub.
3) Andhra Pradesh: Protest in Visakhapatnam against AI Data Centres.
4) Haryana and Punjab: Protest against the proposed India-US Free Trade Agreement (FTA).
Dharmendra Pradhan should have been fired. I agree. He wasn’t. The next step for all those hurt by this audacity should have been to hold a grudge and take it out in the next elections.
Can't wait that long? Okay, protest. Peaceful protest is your right. Soliciting support from the masses? Fair game. A political party pulling the strings behind the curtain and paying celebrities to influence the masses to support your demands? Debatable, but still ok.
BUT, using this support to manipulate the masses, hoping to topple a democratically elected govt because that's the only way you can come to power? Lol, no way. To hell with democracy under threat, liberty under threat. Nothing is under threat. Such wet dreams should not be tolerated.
Any such attempts should be immediately and effectively handled with an aggressive police crackdown. An example must be set. It's been a long time coming.
Vivek Agarwal's father, 80-year-old Radheshyam Agarwal, who had been admitted to Max and for whose care the entire family was staying at the hotel, also died today due to his medical conditions.
Till his last breath, he kept asking about the absence of his family members at the hospital, who had been regularly visiting him until 03 June 2026. The hospital staff did not tell him what had happened to them.
With his death, the Agarwal family has come to an end. Not a single member is left. What a tragedy!
Gurugram-based Vivek Agarwal and seven of his family members were staying at Hotel Flourish Stays because Vivek's father was undergoing treatment in the ICU at the nearby Max Hospital.
All eight died. Entire family wiped out!
And now the ritual begins, ₹4 lakh compensation, an inquiry, promises of strict action. None of it matters now.
These were not accidental deaths. They were preventable deaths caused by greed, negligence, and a complete collapse of accountability. If the hotel owners had even a shred of conscience, if the officials responsible for inspections and enforcement had done their jobs honestly instead of looking the other way, this family might still be alive.
VIDEO | Kolkata: Bengal Minister Agnimitra Paul says, "We have taken 2-3 important decisions. In our Urban Development and Municipal Affairs departments, we have taken the principle decision that parking on both sides of the road, which has continued illegally for 15 years, will now be regulated. Parking will be allowed only on the designated side of the road, while parking on the other side will not be permitted. Secondly, parking fees are being collected illegally in parking lots, and taxes from these collections are not being paid to the government. These illegal collections must be stopped immediately so that the entire tax amount goes to the government. Also, the helpline number was not only a women’s helpline number; it was a child helpline number. The same number should now be integrated as a women’s helpline number as well. If anyone faces any problem, both the women’s helpline and child helpline numbers should remain active. In both the Women and Child department and the Urban Development and Municipal Affairs department, a call centre should be set up so that the public can call these two departments and share their issues and grievances.
She adds, "Lastly, wherever there is pollution, we have seen over the last 15 years in Bengal, in Kolkata and Asansol, that garbage is lying everywhere and is not being cleaned. Now this responsibility is also being given to the public through geotagging. We have developed an app where people can send geotagged pictures, and within two hours the corporation or municipality will come and clean the area. But along with this, I also need the cooperation of the public. We should not throw garbage on the roads. Prevention is better than cure. Of course, cleaning is our responsibility, but we must also remain conscious about littering on roads..."
Guess how pro-Pakistanis living in India would have reacted if India were mediating peace between the US and Iran, and the Indian PM had tweeted this draft without removing the top line?
You already know. They would have called him a slave, a puppet of the US, for doing exactly what Washington instructed. Because that’s precisely what this tweet reflects. The Pakistani PM was told to post it by the Americans, and he complied, only to foolishly publish it without deleting the top line.
And yet, pro-Pakistani voices in India are hailing Pakistan as part of a “new world order,” despite the fact that Pakistan was chosen not out of respect, influence, or diplomatic weight, but because it readily follows whatever Trump directs. It is a compliant intermediary, selected precisely because it has consistently offered unquestioning service to the US, obedience dressed up as diplomacy.
This isn’t the W some people think it is. It’s understandable if Pakistanis see it that way, but what explains those holding Indian passports? Is the resentment toward India so deep that they are eager to look up to Pakistan instead?
Finally, a Pakistani player has been picked by an Indian-owned franchise!
Sunrisers Leeds, led by owner Kavya Maran, saw Daniel Vettori express interest in mystery spinner Abrar Ahmed.
The franchise eventually won the bidding war against Trent Rockets, securing him for £190,000
Gentle reminder that we are living in Amritkaal, a 25-year golden period of India that began in 2022 and will culminate in 2047, when India is expected to become a developed country like the US, Canada, Japan, and Western Europe.
Hope you’re enjoying the Amritkaal.
अगर मोदीजी अपने तलवों में साइनाइड लगाकर सो जाएँ, तो अगली सुबह निशिकांत दुबे ज़हरखुरानी के साथ ICU में भर्ती मिलेंगे, और सुधांशु त्रिवेदी आज तक पर यह समझाते दिखेंगे कि, सुनिए, निशिकांत जी को साइनाइड पॉइज़निंग कैसे हुई, यह ज़रूरी नहीं है; ज़रूरी यह है कि साइनाइड की खोज महाभारत काल में सायन ऋषि ने शुर्पारक राज्य में की थी। जो आज का मुंबई है, उसे महाभारत काल में शुर्पारक कहा जाता ��ा, जो भगवान परशुराम की नगरी थी।
अभी तो और सुनिए, महाभारत में जो ज़हर-बुझे तीर बताए गए हैं, उनमें भी सायन ऋषि का बनाया हुआ साइनाइड ही लगा होता था। अंत में एक बात और देखिए, देखना आप चौंक जाइएगा, मुंबई में आज जो हम सायन इलाका देखते हैं, वह भी सायन ऋषि के नाम पर ही रखा गया था।
*तालियां और आंखों से बिजलियां*
Sayema, I feel sorry for you. Iranian women are dying killed by Islamists for what you term “choice” that’s not “toxic” for you. What have you become? Won’t get personal like you but, what a fall
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.