Exactly why welfare schemes like Ladki Bahin Yojana risk society collapse.
When policy shifts from creating opportunity to distributing allowances, cooperation turns into dependency.
There's an unfortunate game theory to a large civilization in that it requires hard work, ethical behavior, and deferral of gratification to build. But then eventually people start to forget that and think "why would I work hard when theres all this stuff here already? I should just be hedonistic". Slowly, the civilization starts to decay causing it to take care of people less, which causes more people to defect ("why should I take care of a system that doesn't care for me? Especially when there's so much fun to be had by neglecting it"), until eventually it collapses because everyone has defected.
@imeerage CSMT - Dadar - Ghatkopar - Thane - Kalyan
And then towards Nashik & Pune as follows
Badlapur - Karjat
Titwala - Kasara
The stops should be kept at minimum and distant.
Italians are celebrating now.
But are they ready for Milan Super Giants? Roma Capitals? Venice Knight Riders? Florence Super Kings? Royal Challengers Bologna?
This one is a 💎 both visually and emotionally. Takes you back in time!
It's a pity that so many masterpieces from the Marathi movie industry go unnoticed.
APRIL MAY 99, dir: Rohan Mapuskar!
Nostalgia for the 90s always begins with summers, the kind of summers that stretched endlessly, where the first day of vacation felt like stepping into another universe. Afternoons were spent chasing cricket balls across dusty fields, inventing new games with nothing but a chalk line and wild imagination. The evenings carried the rhythm of hide and seek, the sound of laughter echoing through village lanes, and friendships that felt eternal, bound not by technology but by shared secrets and endless time together.
Childhood in the 90s held a raw simplicity, a joy that came without conditions, and a belief that summer would last forever.
Watching ‘April May ’99’ feels like walking back into that very time. The film does not just show a story it reopens a memory, reminding us of the innocence of first crushes, the sweetness of friendships untested by ambition, and the beauty of a life lived slowly. It captures that fragile threshold where childhood meets expectation, where play is interrupted by the weight of English lessons and parental dreams.
Yet at its heart, it remains a celebration of growing up in an era where discovery mattered more than achievement, and where every summer day felt like a world of its own.
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