It’s the most precious month of the year. Shravan has begun, a time to grow, change, and become your truest Self!
May this Shravan take you to experience the highest and bring you unconditional love
Har Har Mahadev 🔱
Someone tried this with race. I tried it with caste. Results exactly as you’d expect.
I want a Brahmin doctor: personal bias; everyone equally competent.
I want a Dalit doctor: cultural safety, trust, identity concordance, whatever the fuck that means.
गुरु पूर्णिमा की सभी देशवासियों को बहुत-बहुत बधाई। गुरु ज्ञान के साथ ही अपने शिष्यों में सकारात्मक ऊर्जा का संचार कर उन्हें सुविचार और सुसंस्कारों से सुशिक्षित करते हैं। आइए, उनके आदर्शों को अपने जीवन का संबल बनाएं।
प्रेरकः सूचकश्चैव वाचको दर्शकस्तथा।
शिक्षकः बोधकश्चैव षडेते गुरवः स्मृताः॥
आषाढी एकादशीच्या पवित्र पर्वानिमित्त हार्दिक शुभेच्छा. हा मंगलमय दिवस भक्ती, करुणा आणि सामाजिक सलोख्याचा चिरंतन संदेश देणारा आहे. भगवान विठ्ठलाचे आशीर्वाद आपल्या सर्वांच्या आयुष्यात आनंद, सलोखा आणि समृद्धी घेऊन येवो, हीच कामना. समाजातील प्रत्येक व्यक्तीच्या कल्याणासाठी आणि सन्मानासाठी अविरत कार्य करण्याचा आपला संकल्प अधिक दृढ होवो, हीच विठ्ठल चरणी प्रार्थना.
Unpopular Opinion:
I am no longer enthusiastic about technological advancement.
We continue to make things faster, smarter & more convenient... yet people appear more lonely, anxious & distracted than ever before.
At this juncture, I would prefer we focus on improving the quality of life rather than simply advancing technology.
Oft quoted story with good intent but is a bad example.
Valmiki Ramayan has NO episode of Ramji sending Lakshman to get gyan from Ravan.
1. Ravan died instantly
2. He hadn't just abducted Sitaji, he was an adharmi who violated many women & harassed Rishis. He didn't know better
to all the men out there, i urge you not to debate women right now.
i see a lot of men defending that clown by saying, “it was just a joke” or “you went to a comedy show, why are you taking it seriously?”
that’s exactly the point.
women aren’t reacting to a joke, they’re reacting to the mindset behind it.
because when a man casually suggests that spending ₹370 on a date means a woman owes him something in return, it stops being comedy & starts revealing character.
that’s why so many women are angry not because they missed the joke but because they’ve met that man before.
& he didn’t stop there.
in another video, he went on to talk about intimate details. about kissing her. about trying to put his hands where they weren’t wanted. about openly objectifying her body & about being rejected.
if your first instinct is to defend it & feeling sad about him losing his job over a viral reel, maybe ask yourself why.
it is exhausting to be a woman.
not just in rural villages.
not just in small towns.
everywhere on this earth.
women spend their lives calculating risks that most of us men never even notice.
which road to take.
whether to share their live location
whether to ignore a comment or confront it.
whether the man staring at them is just staring or planning something worse.
in past one month, three of my friends shared three different stories with me & honestly i had no idea how to even console them
one had an old man masturbate in front of her while she was returning from the gym at seven in the morning.
another stepped outside her house & walked 100 metres thinking it was the blinkit guy cause she ordered something. but no it wasn’t. it was a complete stranger who asked her to help her with an address & showed her a glimpse pornography on his phone & sped away with an evil smile.
the third stepped out of the gym (same gym as mine), crossed the road and was groped by a man on a passing bike.
three women. three stories. one month.
the saddest part is that none of those stories will shock most women reading this because almost every woman has her own version.
a stranger who followed her home.
a man who stood too close.
a relative who made her uncomfortable.
a crowd that looked away.
women don’t need statistics to understand fear.
many of them have lived it.
and that’s why so many men miss the point.
yes, some women use men, reject men for money & behave badly.
but those things do not make men afraid to walk home alone at night. they do not make men stay in high alert mode 24*7. they do not make men text their friends & family that : “i reached safely.”
they do not make men rethink what they wear before stepping outside. that is the difference.
so when women are angry, stop rushing to explain why they shouldn’t be. stop using your manchild logic to make her feel more stupid for venting out.
stop treating every expression of pain like a debate competition.
stop responding with “not all men.”
women already know it is not all men.
the problem is that it is enough men.
enough men for almost every woman to have a story.
enough men for mothers to worry.
enough men for daughters to stay alert.
enough men for fear to become routine.
there is so much that we as men will never fully understand but something does not need to be personally experienced to be taken seriously.
patriarchy isn’t just a system. it is a habit.
it lives in jokes. it lives in silences.
it lives in the casual objectification of women disguised as humour.
it lives in comment sections where women are reduced to objects and cuss words for having a voice.
it lives in the laughter that follows a degrading joke about women.
most of us inherited parts of it without choosing to, but being an adult means deciding what stays and what goes.
unlearn it because one day a woman will trust you enough to feel safe around you and if she cannot feel safe with the men who claim to love her then ask yourself what exactly have we become ???
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I lack civic sense.
They can overturn cars, burn streets,
and vandalize a city after a championship game.
I dance at an airport excited about my first foreign trip, and suddenly I am the face of poor civic sense.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I steal jobs.
They move factories across oceans,
shift profits through tax havens,
and automate entire industries overnight.
I study, compete, earn a visa, work 18 hours a day, sometimes multiple jobs and somehow I am the one stealing jobs and scamming the system.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I am everywhere.
I build your software,
treat your illness,
teach your children,
drive your taxis,
and open your stores.
The world became a village,
yet my presence remains a problem.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I am too loud.
The evening news screams outrage.
Political rallies shake entire cities.
The internet echoes with anger day and night.
I celebrate a wedding, a festival, a victory,
and I am told my joy is too loud.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I smell of curry.
The world smells of gunpowder,
of hatred,
of division,
of endless arguments about race and religion.
I carry the fragrance of spices from my grandmother's kitchen,
and somehow that is what offends.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I have no culture.
I come from a civilization that counted the stars
when much of the world was still learning maps.
I speak languages older than nations.
I celebrate hundreds of traditions,
yet I am told I have no culture.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I am backward.
I send missions to the Moon.
I build vaccines for millions.
I run companies across continents.
Yet a viral video of one fool becomes evidence against a billion people.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I worship celebrities.
I celebrate my favorite actor's success
with flowers, music, and a few glasses of milk.
Others worship influencers who sell outrage, turn every disagreement into a battlefield, and every opinion into a war.
Yet my celebration is the one that makes headlines.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I gather in crowds.
We walk together in processions,
celebrating our faith, our culture, our traditions.
Everyone is welcome.
No shops are looted.
No neighborhoods are burned.
No one is threatened for thinking differently.
We sing.
We dance.
We pray.
And somehow our gathering becomes the problem.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I bring my culture everywhere.
I light a lamp in a foreign land.
I wear a saree in the snow.
I teach my children the language of their grandparents.
Others build walls between neighbors,
argue endlessly over identity,
and forget where they came from.
Yet I am told I should leave my culture behind.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I live in the past.
But my past gave me yoga,
mathematics, philosophy, meditation,
and the idea that the world is one family.
The future keeps borrowing from my past,
while telling me to be embarrassed by it.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I should be ashamed.
Ashamed of my accent.
Ashamed of my food.
Ashamed of my festivals.
Ashamed of my traditions.
Ashamed of existing.
But I am not ashamed.
I am the child of farmers and philosophers,
scientists and saints, workers and dreamers.
I come from a land that taught the world
that truth can be many-sided,
that all paths deserve respect,
and that the entire world is one family.
Yes, we have flaws. Every nation does.
But judge me by my actions, not by your stereotypes.
For I am an Indian.
And before you tell me what is wrong with me, look honestly at what you have normalized in yourself.
For I am an Indian.
The world may mock my accent,
question my customs,
laugh at my celebrations,
and judge me through a thousand stereotypes.
Yet I stand tall.
For I belong to a civilization older than empires, a culture richer than prejudice, and a people whose spirit refuses to bend.
Jai Hind
Hyderabad saw the grand unveiling of a 36-foot-tall Hanuman idol in Kushaiguda, marked by traditional rituals, flower showers, and large public participation.