NDTV's Harpreet Kaur Speaks To Madhya Pradesh's 'Bittu Tabahi', The 21-Year-Old Who Took Up The Task Of Cleaning The Polluted Ajnar River
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Just saw the video of Subhash Garg grilling Gaurabh Vallabh and making him look like a Joker.
This is ironic.
This is the same Gaurav Vallabh who as a Congress spokesperson made a joker out of Sambit Patra by asking him how many Zeroes there are in a Trillion.
Today, after joining BJP, he himself has become Sambit Patra. 😭
When a label lies, the consumer pays the price.
An expiry date is not just ink on a package.A nutrition label is not just information.They are promises made to the consumer.
When those promises are deliberately manipulated, it is not merely a violation of regulations, it is a breach of public trust.
Effective regulation is not about creating fear in the industry. It is about creating an ecosystem where honest businesses are protected, violations are detected, and citizens are not deceived
#TukaramMundhe #FoodSafety #Leadership #Inspairation #FDA #GenZ
https://t.co/fb7eSZZpPC
When a label lies, the consumer pays the price.
An expiry date is not just ink on a package.A nutrition label is not just information.They are promises made to the consumer.
When those promises are deliberately manipulated, it is not merely a violation of regulations, it is a breach of public trust.
Effective regulation is not about creating fear in the industry. It is about creating an ecosystem where honest businesses are protected, violations are detected, and citizens are not deceived
#TukaramMundhe #FoodSafety #Leadership #Inspairation #FDA #GenZ
https://t.co/fb7eSZZpPC
His mother rang a bell outside the house every time he took a Test wicket. She rang it 405 times. Halfway up the pavilion steps at The Oval, Curtly Ambrose removed his famous white armbands, knowing his legs would never have to pound in again. He was the fifth bowler in history to reach 400 Test wickets, and he had only picked up the game at 21, because his mother made him. Four years later he was destroying Test teams. On this day in 2000, his final Test began, ending one of the great eras of domination, and the story behind it is one for the history books.
Because he was never supposed to be a cricketer at all. Ambrose grew up in the village of Swetes in Antigua preferring basketball, and only started playing club cricket in 1984, at 21, largely because his mother Hellie pushed him into it. Within four years he was playing for the West Indies, and in his debut year of 1988 he took 49 wickets alongside Malcolm Marshall and Courtney Walsh. And this is the part that sounds almost too good to be true: every single time Curtly took a Test wicket, anywhere in the world, Hellie would run out of the house in Swetes and ring a bell. Day or night. (That bell rang 405 times.)
How about the career? Firstly, let us throw one myth out. Cricket lore files Ambrose away as a beneficiary of fast, bouncy West Indian and Australian tracks, one more name in the general 1980s and 90s era of pace dominance. But the great Ambrose spells were not accumulation, they were demolition. At the WACA on 30 January 1993, he took 7 for 1 from 32 balls and Australia went from 85 for 2 to 119 all out. Now the freakish part is that he did it again the following year in completely different conditions: Port of Spain, March 1994, second innings, 6 for 24, England all out for 46. Two of the most famous collapses in modern Test history, both engineered by the same man in the same way, without a single wasted delivery.
And Ambrose was skilful as hell, though the skill was never the flashy kind. At 6 foot 7 he was getting bounce from a length nobody else could, but the real weapon was that he simply never gave you anything: a career economy rate that rarely broke 2.5 an over, the same seam position ball after ball, hour after hour, until a Test batsman played a shot he knew he should not have played. He did not beat people. He starved them.
Then the manner of the going, which was entirely in character. He announced at the start of that 2000 summer, with no histrionics, that the England series would be his last, and then said almost nothing else about it, giving exactly one interview, to his old friend Michael Holding, which finally ruined the line that Curtly talks to no one. When he walked out to bat in his final innings at The Oval, the England team lined up and applauded him all the way to the wicket. He and Courtney Walsh left the field arm in arm, and as Mike Atherton wrote in the Guardian, one sensed close to tears, before Ambrose removed those white armbands halfway up the pavilion steps.
A career average of 20.99 across 405 wickets in 98 Tests, built on an economy rate that rarely broke 2.5 an over, from a man who had never wanted to play the sport in the first place.
Thank you, Curtly. Nobody has been that quiet and that frightening since.
Govind Jaiswal’s father, Narayan, once owned 35 rickshaws. But when his wife fell seriously ill, he had to sell 20 of them for her treatment. In 1995, she passed away.
After that, Narayan sold 14 more rickshaws to send Govind to Delhi for UPSC preparation. By the time Govind reached Delhi, his father was left with just one rickshaw, which he drove himself every day.
The family lived in a small room near Varanasi railway station, often without electricity. Govind studied in a government school and later attended an ordinary college in the city.
When he was 11 years old, he once went to play at a wealthy friend’s house. There, he was insulted because his father was a rickshaw driver and was thrown out.
An elder friend later explained to him how the world works and told him that unless his circumstances changed, he would continue to face such treatment for life. That very day, Govind decided to become an IAS officer.
In Delhi, he earned money by teaching mathematics to junior students. Many days, he skipped meals to save money. He studied in public libraries and completed his entire preparation in Hindi medium.
He told himself that he had no room for a second attempt. His father had sold everything. There was no “Plan B.”
In 2006, Govind Jaiswal cleared the UPSC Civil Services Examination in his very first attempt. He was just 22 years old at the time and secured All India Rank 48. With his first salary, he paid for the treatment of his father’s legs, which had been injured from years of pulling a rickshaw.
He once said:
“Those who understand my circumstances know that I had no other option. I chose the only path left for me. I worked hard for my studies.”
Tell me mi lords, won’t your family eat here unless we have someone like @Tukaram_IndIAS to tell us what is happening? How many agree that we need the clean up started in Maharashtra to go national?? #WeStandWithTukaramMundhe
आज मैंने 13 वर्षों की अविस्मरणीय यात्रा को अपनी इच्छा से विराम देते हुए IAS से त्यागपत्र दे दिया है।
साधारण परिवेश में पलते हुए मैंने एक अच्छे, सफल जीवन का सपना देखा था। दिन-रात एक कर IIT दिल्ली और IIM बैंगलोर से पढ़ने के बाद, लंदन में नौकरी लग गयी। पर 'सब कुछ' पा लेने पर भी कुछ अधूरा था। अपने देश में न होना खलता था। मेरी पढ़ाई, आत्मविश्वास, दुनिया में कहीं भी सिर उठाकर चलने की ताक़त, सब इस मिट्टी का कर्ज़ था मुझ पर। वो कर्ज़ चुकाना था। चाहती थी जिस भारत का सपना देखा था, उसे बनाने वाली ईंटों पर मेरे भी हाथों के निशान हों। सो लौट आई, और IAS अधिकारी बनने का सौभाग्य मिला।
बहुत कुछ करने का मौका मिला और बहुत सीखा। देवरिया ने सिखाया कि सही के साथ खड़ा होना विकल्प नहीं, कर्तव्य है। मीरजापुर ने सिखाया कि 'असंभव' कोई तथ्य नहीं, बस एक राय है। और माँ विंध्यवासिनी के चरणों में बैठकर सीखा कि शक्ति किसी पद से नहीं, उनकी कृपा और लोगों के विश्वास से आती है। सबसे बड़ी सीख यह थी कि अपने लिए देखे सपने तो पूरे हो चुके थे, अब अपने लोगों के लिए देखे सपनों को जीना था। इस जीवन का असली सुकून उन आँखों में दिखा, जिस परिवार को पहली बार ज़मीन का हक़ मिला, जिस दिव्यांग को सम्मान से जीने का अवसर मिला, और जिस किसान के खेत को पानी मिला। उनके संघर्षों में साथ चलते हुए मैंने सीखा कि हर सरकारी फ़ाइल के पीछे एक व्यक्ति है, और उसकी गरिमा बनाये रखना ही न्याय है।
मूर्ख थी जो सोचा था कि कुछ देने आयी हूँ। सच यह है कि सबसे ज़्यादा मैंने ही पाया, और वो कर्ज़ और भी बढ़ता गया। लोग मेरी ख़ुशी में मुझसे ज़्यादा ख़ुश हुए। उन्होंने मुझे तब भी उसी विश्वास से देखा, जब मैं खुद ही थकी या टूटी थी। और इसी ने आगे बढ़ते रहने की हिम्मत दी। इतना प्यार, इतना सम्मान, इतना अपनापन मिला, कि मेरी झोली पूरी भर गयी। और इसमें उन साथियों, अधिकारियों और कर्मचारियों का भी बहुत बड़ा श्रेय है जिन्होंने मेरे कंधे से कंधा मिलाकर काम किया और साथ डटे रहे।
आज आभार से आँखें नम हैं। बस एक दृश्य इनमें बसा है। लहुरिया दह की पहाड़ी की वो वृद्ध माँ, जो अपने गाँव में पहली बार पानी पहुँचता देख कुछ नहीं बोली, बस काँपते हाथों से मेरा सिर छूकर आशीर्वाद दे गई। पद तो आज छूट गया, पर वह स्पर्श जीवन भर नहीं छूटेगा। और वह सपना भी नहीं छूटेगा, जो देश की इस मिट्टी ने मुझे दिया है।
आपकी अपनी,
दिव्या मित्तल
दादी जी अपनी पोती को मोबाइल दिलवाने दुकानदार के पास गयी।
दुकानदार ने मोबाइल दिखाया। और
मोबाइल पसंद आ गया।
मगर दादी के पास तीन सो कुछ रुपए थे।
ओर मोबाइल की कीमत ज्यादा थी।
पिछले 10 मिनट में दस बार सुन चुका हूँ…
नागालैंड के Wangnao Yato ने राष्ट्रीय गान के साथ अपनी आवाज़ का जो समां बाँधा वो अद्भुत है!
एक बार आप भी सुनिए फिर और लूप में डाल कर सुनते रहेंगे
Love you Wangnao Yato, Love you Nagaland 🇮🇳
After 10 years of hard work, the daughter finally cleared the CA exam. She proudly hugs her father, making the moment truly emotional and unforgettable. ❤️
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