“Bhai, blaming the govt for the UGC equity regulations is wrong.”
“Why?”
“These are Supreme Court guidelines. What can the govt do? It has to frame the regulations within that framework.”
“Hmm… but speaking of Supreme Court guidelines, in 2019 the Supreme Court said there should be no automatic arrest, a preliminary inquiry, and provision for anticipatory bail to prevent misuse of the SC/ST Act. Those were Supreme Court guidelines too. Why didn’t the govt quietly implement them then? Why did it bring a resolution against them?”
“Hehe… listen, you sound like a deep-state agent to me.”
“Fine, forget the guidelines. Not only were they ignored, the SC/ST Act was made even more stringent and harassing, and on top of that, credit was loudly claimed for adding 10–20 more provisions.”
“Soros se mota paisa aaya hai lagta tujhe. Nahi baat karni mujhe tujhse. Gaddar. Deshdrohi. Chala ja yahan se.”
A heart-wrenching video of the 19-year-old student #Pallavi from Himachal Pradesh who died after being ragged and harassed has emerged, in which she speaks about repeated instances of sexual assault by a professor in her college.
The teenager, a student of the Government Degree College in Dharamshala, died on December 26 . In the First Information Report, the father said his daughter was assaulted by three students and One Professor
Immediate action should be taken in #Pallavicase against culprits against this heinous crime @SukhuSukhvinder@CMOHimachal
Apply forMost of the people. Even number feels apna sa
Odd number feels paraya sa
Same goes with Add (apna)
And subtraction (paraya)
#MathaPsychology
Number maarne thodi aa rhe h🤔
Apply forMost of the people. Even number feels apna sa
Odd number feels paraya sa
Same goes with Add (apna)
And subtraction (paraya)
#MathaPsychology
Number maarne thodi aa rhe h🤔
And suddenly you're 26-27, sitting alone in your room, parents are old, your siblings are married and busy with their own families and there's no one you can talk to and no one checks on you.
What is it called loneliness or freedom. Whatever it is, it is heavy.
Nov 26, 2008: Ajmal Kasab and Abu Ismail hijacked a Skoda and were racing toward Girgaom Chowpatty after leaving a trail of killings behind them, when Mumbai Police, acting on wireless alerts, set up a naka.
The car sped toward the barricade, police fired, its tyres shot out, screeching to a halt. Ismail jumped out firing wildly, killing a constable before being brought down by police.
Kasab stayed inside, pretending to surrender, stepping out slowly with an AK-47 hidden under his jacket, waiting for someone to come close. ASI Tukaram Omble, a retired Army soldier, rushed forward, only for Kasab to suddenly pull out the rifle and unleash a full burst at point-blank range.
In that split second, Omble grabbed the barrel with his bare hands, taking every shot through his own body and keeping the gun pinned toward himself, denying Kasab the chance to mow down the rest of the team. Those few seconds were enough for the other officers to surround Kasab and capture him alive.
Omble succumbed to the bullets, but his sacrifice ensured the lone surviving terrorist of 26/11 was taken alive, and that's how the entire attempt to twist the attack into “Hindutva terrorism” collapsed in an instant.
ASI (and Naik) Tukaram Omble, Ashok Chakra. Naman. The nation can’t ever be short of gratitude.
“All gave some. Some gave all.”
Inspector Ashish Sharma, one of the finest officers of Madhya Pradesh’s elite anti-Maoist Hawk Force, fell in the forests of Rajnandgaon while fighting Maoists.
A two-time gallantry award winner, he was the man the police sent when the job was impossibly difficult. A farmer’s son from Narsinghpur, he was just two months away from his wedding, as per Navbharat Times.
Sharing this because the heroism and sacrifices of our security forces should dominate media and social media. But sadly, we’ve normalised the opposite. The moment a terrorist is neutralised, the narrative instantly shifts to emotional sob stories about their “circumstances,” while real heroes like Ashish Sharma barely get a fraction of that attention.
Om Shanti.
His name was Ashok Kumar.
He lived in Delhi’s Jagatpura with his wife and four kids. His mother stayed back in their village in Amroha, with his elder brother Subhash, who couldn’t work because of chronic illness.
So one man was holding up a family of eight. Ashok spent his mornings as a DTC bus conductor, and his nights as a security guard. Day after day, without complaint, because that’s what responsibility looks like in the real world.
Last night, Ashok was killed in the Red Fort terror attack. On paper, he will be marked as “one casualty.” In reality, an entire family has been pushed into darkness.
What do they think they gain by killing people like him? People who are simply fighting to keep their families afloat. And the most bitter part, those behind this terror attack were doctors. People who are trained to relieve pain. To understand suffering. To protect life. Yet they allowed themselves to be indoctrinated and turned into terrorists.
Just posting this once more 😊
One thousand five hundred and sixty-five days. That was the difference between the India-New Zealand World Cup semi-final in 2019 and the game the two countries played in the 2023 World Cup. But just for a brief period, while watching the round-robin match in Dharamsala, it felt as if one was transported back to Old Trafford.
The protagonists were the same — Matt Henry, Trent Boult and Rohit Sharma. KL Rahul, Rohit’s opening partner from that last-four game, was batting lower down the order. Like 2019, there was nifty movement for the pace bowlers. Henry, in particular, would have realised that the conditions were right up his alley. Just that at the end of 10 overs, the narrative was different.
Four years ago, Henry had run rings around the Indian top-order with his tried and tested methods of scrambled seam and a wee bit of swing. In Dharamsala, the score read 63 for 0 after the first powerplay. Cricket being a game of glorious uncertainties is a cliché. But it can aptly be used for what transpired in Part 2 of the Henry-Rohit saga.
Largely one cricketer was responsible for the game taking a divergent path, and that was Rohit. The India captain was beaten quite a few times by Henry, but he was prepared to go for the jugular. In Henry’s opening over itself, one delivery moved off the seam and whistled past Rohit’s edge.
At this point in time, one wondered whether it would be a repeat of 2019. But there seems to be a clear messaging from Rohit and the rest of think-tank about playing with intent at the top. Rohit once more walked the talk as the very next ball from Henry was smacked wide of long-on. It was a shot of the highest class, as in seaming conditions, it is difficult to gauge the randomness associated with Henry’s wobble-seam deliveries. More importantly, it signalled to Henry that what took place at Old Trafford wouldn’t be a recurring theme.
The battle between the old foes continued. Henry relentlessly tested Rohit in the corridor of uncertainty with movement, but the latter’s magic was undimmed by his persistence. He shuffled across to a nip-backer and glanced one through fine-leg. If Rohit were a tad late on that shot, he would have been trudging back to the hut LBW. And just like that he creamed the bowler over long-off after dancing down the track. In other words, the risk was quite considerable. The reward, however, was bigger.
Trent Boult, Henry’s pace partner, wasn’t spared as Rohit tonked one over his head. A few thoughts gushed forth. How could he play such a stroke with so much clarity? Maybe we are being fooled into believing that an actual cricket match was going on. Instead, it was some video game. Finally, the moment of truth arrived. Pinch yourself, this is for real.
Gill, too, followed in his captain’s footsteps, playing a brisk hand. In the midst of all the fireworks on display, Henry must have been going through a gamut of emotions. He went past the bat around 10 times with no rewards. And he would then end up watching Rohit being dislodged by a rather modest delivery from Lockie Ferguson. Oh! Perhaps one more whisper about that good, old cliché of cricket. To Henry’s credit, he didn’t show much of his emotions in his body language.
Sometime after Rohit hangs up his boots, this knock of 46 might become a footnote amongst all his dazzling tons and doubles. But it deserves to be rated at par with those because he thwarted the threat of India’s bugbear from the 2019 World Cup. On a night full of mist/low hanging clouds, the knock flashed brightly for a while.