Eternal pessimist, but secretly optimistic. My plans never work. But hope still drives me. Retweets are not endorsements, but opportunities to think & reflect.
@netflix shouldn't have canceled #TheBoroughs series. It sped up towards the end. It could've branched onto another world/dimension or even ancient aliens... well.. 👽👽👽😐
@MORTHIndia@nitin_gadkari@delhi_mcd@cmoDelhi@gupta_Rekha
Tagging all concerned for help. My car was taken from in front of my home & scrapped. No remuneration, no accountability, no details available on portal. Where divmy money go? Please help.
@MORTHIndia@nitin_gadkari @mharshmalhotra @parivahansewa
Please help. My car was scrapped without any renumeration and no one is taking accountability as the authorized scrapper Indian motors is no longer on their list of approved scrappers. What's my fault here?
@MORTHIndia@nitin_gadkari @mharshmalhotra @parivahansewa
Please help. My car was scrapped without any renumeration and no one is taking accountability as the authorized scrapper Indian motors is no longer on their list of approved scrappers. What's my fault here?
@MORTHIndia My 15 year old car was taken by Indian motors in front of my house and scrapped as per the existing laws. However, I have still not received the scrap amount of INR 50K despite repeated follow ups for 6 months. No one is willing to take any accountability. Pls help.
@burgerkingindia@BurgerKing Please learn how to make coffee from @McCafe . This is what I get after multiple requests to staff for a "strong" cappuccino. Money and mood wasted.
Dear @McCafe, please ensure your coffee machines are up and running. Thursday wasted.
#badcoffee
@MORTHIndia My 15 year old car was taken by Indian motors in front of my house and scrapped as per the existing laws. However, I have still not received the scrap amount of INR 50K despite repeated follow ups for 6 months. No one is willing to take any accountability. Pls help.
Good acts are seldom publicised. Kudos to @gupta_rekha ma'm and the team. Hope this fervor and dedication is continued @BJP4India
Delhi removes 2.16 metric tonnes of legacy waste, reclaims 100 acres of land: CM Rekha Gupta | Delhi News - The Indian Express https://t.co/00uHbAoGIK
@DelhiPolice@dtptraffic Sir, I've been trying to register a lost fir online since 2 days on the portal but unable to do so due to technical issues. I lost my HSRP number plate in the rains and can't apply for a new one without FIR. I can get challaned for no fault of mine. Help
@dtptraffic@DelhiPolice Thank you for your quick response. I did. They told me to get it done online only. Server still down. I checked. Nothing happens after otp submission.
@Letstryfoods : received fake kaju katli from @amazonnow . Different ingredients and packaging, no silver leaf. Taste like cheap sugar. See the listed ltem and received item. @fssaiindia . Please investigate to prevent health issues. Have kept sample for lab testing @amazonIN
What if Sonam Wangchuk went on another hunger strike, but this time demanding the abolition of the reservation?
Would he get support from celebrities? Would Instagram influencers run campaigns urging the govt to listen to him? Not at all. If anything, he might be physically attacked, and the govt would arrest him for provoking public sentiment and inciting riots. Nobody would call the govt 'oppressive' that time.
Essentially, neither his hunger strike nor his life is what truly matters; only the narrative matters. All of this emotional appeal to rally behind him is not for his sake, but for the sake of the narrative. His supposedly good image among the youth is merely a smokescreen to obscure the agenda driving him forward.
Such kind of support is always transactional. The moment the asset stops serving the ideological goals of the narrative-creators, his moral immunity will be revoked, his 'good image' will be dismantled overnight, and the very same crowd that idolises him would abandon him.
@IndiGo6E Mess at CCU Kolkata Airport. Checkin counter running at 50% capacity. Long queues. Boarding starts in 30 minutes but line moving at snail's pace.
The U.S. produces nearly 90% of the crops used for ethanol domestically, and India also produces around 90% of its ethanol feedstock at home.
Yet E85 sells for about ₹20 per litre in the U.S., while in India it’s around ₹85 per litre.
Now you know who’s making the bigger profit from E85 and perhaps why it’s being pushed so aggressively! #E85
Rather long but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did:
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I lack civic sense.
They can 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.
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.
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.
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.*
For I am an Indian.