Today, in a small coastal town in Odisha, a king will pick up a golden broom and sweep the road like a servant.
This is Rath Yatra, and it may be the most human festival in the world.
For most of the year, the deities of Puri, Lord Jagannath, his brother Balabhadra and their sister Subhadra, stay inside their great temple, where not everyone is allowed to enter.
But once a year, they come out. They are placed on three enormous wooden chariots, the tallest rising over forty feet, each one built fresh from scratch every single year and then never used again.
And then something extraordinary happens. The gods are not carried by priests alone. They are pulled through the streets by ordinary people. Thousands of them, farmers, labourers, strangers, holding thick ropes as thick as a man's arm, dragging the chariots down the Grand Road with their own bare hands.
The idea behind it is simple and beautiful. On this one day, the divine does not wait behind temple walls for you to come to it. It comes out, into the dust and the crowd and the heat, to meet everyone, no matter their caste, their religion, or where they come from.
Before the chariots move, the King of Puri himself comes down from his palace, takes a golden handled broom, and sweeps the path in front of the gods. A king, doing this is to show that before the divine, every single person is equal.
The tradition is over eight hundred years old. It was so overwhelming to the first English travellers who saw it that they took the name Jagannath and turned it into a new English word for an unstoppable force, juggernaut.
Kings have come and gone. Empires have risen and fallen. And still, every year, the ropes are pulled by ordinary hands.
Happy Rath Yatra. May Mahaprabhu Jagannath lead us all through these challenging times. 🙏
Two days ago, a video circulated on social media showing doodh-daatas in Maharashtra spilling their milk after a rumor of an FDA raid spread.
I wondered what they could have adulterated the milk with to make them get rid of it in such a panic over a mere rumor. I initially thought it might just be water or milk powder, but there had to be more to it.
Yesterday, the Maharashtra FDA uncovered a massive synthetic milk racket, with an estimated 2.3 crore liters of fake milk manufactured using detergent powder and chemicals like sodium bicarbonate.
By now, you probably have a clear idea of how much these ann-daatas, doodh-daatas, and fal-sabzi-daatas truly care about your health. That's why it's our responsibility to support every policy made that apparently benefits these daatas, even if it means putting ethanol in your non-compliant car. Don't complain. Just do it. Long live daatas.
Every great scientist was once dismissed by their peers and ridiculed by the public as a madman for their ideas, only to be vindicated decades later as a visionary who changed the world.
The same will happen with Shri Nitin Gadkari. He is facing criticism now, with people calling him names and even abusing him, but remember, one day a Maruti Alto running on 100% ethanol will beat Ferrari in an F1 race, an Indian growing up drinking govt-supplied 100% ethanol from the tap will break Usain Bolt's 100m Olympic record, Vande Bharat running on 100% ethanol will break the space-time continuum and reach Mumbai from Delhi in minus 6.023 x 10²³ seconds, and the first human manend rocket that lands on Pluto will run on 100% ethanol. Only then will people realize who Gadkari truly was.
It is safe to say that he is India's answer to Elon Musk.
Prabal Pratap, you’re our hero.
We, the people of India, salute you, young man.
You risked your career and showed the judiciary its place by breaking the norm, replacing “Your Honour” with “Mr. Judicial Servant.” You reminded them that they are servants of the Indian judiciary and the people of India. You did what the people of the Republic of India wanted to do. You represent the ongoing condition and sentiments of the 1.4 billion people of this country.
Thank you for your service.
Thank you, Prabal Pratap. 🙏🏻🫡🇮🇳
A man lights a cigarette while sitting in a cab.
CAB DRIVER: Sir, did you ask me before lighting a cigarette? Smoking is not allowed in my car.
MAN: Why should I ask you? It’s not your car, it’s a taxi. You can’t just say smoking isn’t allowed 😳
DRIVER: I am cancelling the ride. I don’t want your money. Please get out of my car. I’m a taxi driver, not your servant 😠
The silence of parents of children abused by @CapgeminiIndia day care is deafening! What is going on? Is this company threatening its employees? It's already fired the whistleblower. This is beyond scary. India Inc is actually a mafia.
@saurav_4919@rohini_sgh Hope @rohini_sgh gets a similar wife for her son (if she has one) and then she can feel the horror of having someone like that vile woman. This will lead to peak feminism in her case. Both mother and wife will then mock the ill fate of the son.
@DeShobhaa This old lady, Shobha De, is also not good-looking at all. She doesn't look any better than a hyena feeding on a carcass. Does that mean anyone can just remove this scum from the face of this earth?
Shobhaa De writes that Siya's behavior is "justified" as the "last resort" of a trapped girl.
According to this mentally deranged budhiya, killing Ketan was a last resort because she doesn’t consider Siya confronting her parents, saying no to Ketan's parents, seeking help from a women's helpline or the police, or eloping as viable and sane resorts, none of which Siya even attempted. To her, the only resort left was killing Ketan.
In the pre-social media era, many fools were considered "intellectuals," and Shobhaa De was one of them. Social media has exposed the hollowness, pretentiousness, and hypocrisy of many such figures. Now, this mentally deranged budhiya resorts to desperate hot takes just to stay relevant.
Does ‘Pawar’ fall under ST category? As far as our knowledge goes Pawars’ are Marathas.
Plus, does she look economically backward by any logic?
High time for reservation reforms in India!
I doubt anyone has played the next-door psychopath better than Ashutosh Rana in Hindi films. Gokul from Dushman created a different kind of trauma for kids growing up in the late 90s.