"I WANT TO DIE AS AN INDIAN": 94-YEAR-OLD GIVES UP US CITIZENSHIP
Woman from Andhra Pradesh has renounced her US citizenship and appealed to authorities to restore her Indian citizenship, saying her final wish is to spend the rest of her life in her motherland
Kondragunta Mahalakshmamma, who became a US citizen in 2000 and lived there for nearly 18 years, returned to India in 2018
She met the Bapatla District Collector, requesting that her citizenship application be processed quickly so her last rites can be performed in her native village
@acnymph
పడుకుంటున్నాను ర బంగారు కొండ..
ప్లీజ్ నన్ను క్షమించి కాల్ చెయ్యి..
నన్ను క్షమించిన.. క్షమించకపోయిన.. దేవుణ్ణి మాత్రం మొక్కు.. సరే నా..
నా మెసేజెస్ చూస్తున్నావో లేదో.. ఏదో రోజు చూసి క్షమిస్తావు అని ఆశ.. అంతే.
Good night 🌃
Indian students are DIYing a semiconductor fab at IIT Bombay.
In just 10 months they've built:
1. A DLP-based lithography machine.
2. A tube furnace to oxidise silicon.
3. A DC plasma sputter.
Total cost: ₹30 lakh.
Here's a rare behind-the-scenes look at HackerFab IITB.
జ్ఞాపకం.. సాక్షి గా.. పలకరించావు ప్రతి చోట...
జీవితం.. నీవని.. గురుతు చేశావ్ ప్రతి పూట..
ఒంటిగా బతకలేనంటూ.. వెంట తరిమావు ఇన్నాళ్ళు..
మెలకువే రాణి కలగంటూ.. గడపమన్నావు నూరేళ్ళు..
ప్రియతమా.. నీ పరిమళం .. ఒక ఊహే గాని.. ఊపిరి గా సొంతం కాదా.. 🥺❤️
@acnymph
పడుకుంటున్నాను ర బంగారు ..
దయచేసి నన్ను క్షమించి కాల్ చెయ్యి ర..
నా గురించి అన్ని తెలుసు.. మరీ దుర్మార్గుని లాగా చూడకుండా.. కొంచెమన్న positive గా ఆలోచించు ర నా విషయం లో..
నేనైతే ఎన్ని రోజులైనా ఎంత విసుగు వచ్చిన నిన్ను అడుగుతూనే ఉంటాను క్షమించమని..
సరే గుడ్ నైట్
Manoj Madhusudhanan took a ₹1.86 crore home loan from ICICI Bank.
As collateral, he handed over his original property documents. Every homebuyer does this. You have no choice.
ICICI Bank sent those documents to their storage facility in Hyderabad via courier. Somewhere on that journey — Bangalore to Hyderabad — the documents vanished.
Gone. Originals. Irreplaceable.
When Manoj found out, ICICI Bank had one answer: it was the courier company's fault. Not ours.
He went to the Banking Ombudsman. They told ICICI to publish a public notice about the loss and pay him ₹25,000 for the trouble.
Twenty-five thousand rupees. For losing the original documents to a ₹1.86 crore property.
Manoj sent a legal notice. ICICI denied any mistake.
He went to the NCDRC.
The apex consumer court looked at the facts. The bank had taken custody of the documents. The bank had chosen the courier. The bank could not hand that liability to a third party and walk away.
ICICI Bank — India's second-largest private bank, ₹9 lakh crore in assets — was held liable. Ordered to obtain reconstructed certified copies, issue an indemnity bond, and pay ₹25 lakh in compensation.
One loan. One lost file. One bank that blamed the courier.
Save this — if your bank loses your original property documents, they cannot blame their courier agent. The documents were in their custody. The liability is theirs. File at your district consumer forum. The law is on your side.
(Source: Manoj Madhusudhanan vs. ICICI Bank Ltd. | NCDRC | LiveLaw, September 2023)
Sad to see this temple priest's plight. It is near my village in the Kumbakonam area. We will contact him and arrange for regular support.
I am also going to appeal to people who left all these villages: we abandoned our ancestral villages and abandoned our temples. Prosperity alone will not make us happy. We have to do our duty to our ancestral land and our kula devatas and grama devatas.
Our culture and spirituality have always emphasized simple living and high thinking - contentment at the core. That survived thousands of years but risks being swept away in the tsuami of modernity.
It is time for us to rethink, at least those of us with the means.🙏
After 36 long years of exile, an elderly Kashmiri Pandit woman returned to her ancestral home in Danew, Bogund, Kulgam.
The moment she stepped into her courtyard, time seemed to stand still. She bent down, touched the soil she had been separated from for decades, and kissed the old walnut tree that had silently witnessed her childhood, her memories, and her absence.
Overcome with emotion, she broke down in tears. She knelt before the tree, folded her hands in prayer, and embraced it as if she were reuniting with a beloved family member lost to time.
With a trembling voice, she whispered in Kashmiri:
“Che cheya b’e yaad?”
(“Do you remember me?”)
A question not just to a tree, but to a home, a homeland, and a lifetime of memories left behind.
One of the most heart-wrenching scenes you will ever witness, a reminder that exile may separate people from their homes, but never from their roots.
36+ years of forced exodus from homeland Kashmir. Hope the world remembers the genocide and ethnic cleansing against Hindus of Kashmir.