A year ago, a Hindu woman studying at a college in Bhopal filed a police case against a college senior named Farhan that he befriended her under a false identity, and then drugged, raped, blackmailed and forcibly tried to convert her to Islam
Soon after, several women from the same college came forward with similar complaints against different men
Police found that the accused were part of the same gang and had the backing of a criminal named Shariq who is notorious in Bhopal by nickname ‘Machli’
Police found that the accused targeted Hindu girls in a coordinated manner - trapping one girl, then introducing her friend to another gang member, and so on
They also facilitated opportunities for intimacy and then secretly recorded videos
Two of the victims were sisters who had lost their parents long ago and were being raised in poverty by relatives. The scandal left them so shattered that one of them tried to kill herself and still bears a deep scar on her wrist
The revelations were reported as ‘Bhopal sex scandal’
Such was the outrage over the shocking revelations that MP govt got Shariq’s house bulldozed, top police chief of MP got involved, women’s commission got involved, and several accused were arrested. They continue to be in jail
The most important intervention came from NHRC member @KanoongoPriyank
He closely monitored progress of the case, ensuring it was not diluted. Such was his impact that a close aide of Shariq once reached his office in Delhi and asked him to withdraw from the matter. Priyank Ji threw him out of his office. The incident was widely covered by the media
Now comes his most significant intervention
He conceptualised a program to educate college girls across Bhopal about this racket as well as legal and social support available to any girl who is trapped but either is not recognising it yet or is too scared to break free
This program, named Sankalp, was taken up by @sewanyaya, run by @SanjeevSanskrit and me, and implemented through our partner @NetworkforJus
We selected a group of women college students from Bhopal, trained them and deployed them to conduct large-scale awareness sessions across campuses
In the past eight months, this group has educated over 8,000 girls across 100 colleges in Bhopal
During the program, several who attended these sessions later reached out to the team privately and managed to get out of such situations, while three went on to file actual police cases.
Yesterday, Priyank Ji and I were in Bhopal to mark the highly successful completion of the first year of this programme, along with MP Child Commission Chairperson Nivedita Sharma and the senior leadership of the LNCT Group of Colleges
I also met the remarkable trainers, mentored by the superb @nidhikartikey and @SalujaSanat
And I also met three victims of the scandal
Their stories are disturbing and I will share them another time
But I saw they have found their strongest support system and closest friends in the Sankalp team
Neet paper leak is actually not the cause of anger against Mr Dharmendra Pradhan, for the cockroaches, the agents of the ecosystem.
Mr Dharmendra Pradhan has slowly but steadily removed Babur, Akbar etc from the text books, he included India's heroes in our children's text books.
He completely changed the farzi history written by the commie distorians.
He is going to completely change & transform the Indian education system into a nationalist's dream syllabus, under the able guidance & strong blessings of Modi ji.
That's the real cause of anger against him, not Neet paper leak.
The central education minister has not leaked the papers, even cockroaches also know that.
But attacking Modi, by attacking his strong loyalist is the strategy.
Karnataka High Court Declares
“Tipu Sultan was a Jihadi who fought the British for his own Kingdom and was not a Freedom Fighter”
“Tipu Sultan massacred and raped thousands of Hindus, forcibly converted them to Islam. He destroyed temples. Tipu fought Britishers for Islam, not for independence of India. Tipu was a tyrant jihadi, not a freedom fighter.”
Justice Subhro Kamal Mukherjee
Chief Justice, Karnataka High Court
“He massacred, raped & converted Hindus. He didn’t fight for India’s Independence.”
My grandfather once told me that his parents gave a room on rent to a muslim couple with 2 children.
Initially, everything was fine. But three years later, that muslim woman had given birth to three more children. The husband started sleeping on terrace with his elder son. It was almost like encroachment.
So, my great grandfather advised the muslim man to leave their house and shift to a bigger place.
Just few days later, the muslim man filed a case and claimed that he is the original owner of the house and my great grandparents were living as tenants. Other muslim neighbours were presented as witness.
My great grandparents won the case after four years. And since then he maintained the distance from Abduls for the rest of his life and taught his son (i.e. my grandfather) this mantra "Puncture Putram, Kabhi Naa Mitram" and my grandfather has passed this invaluable knowledge to us.
So, when Abduls tell stories about not getting a flat on rent in societies mainly having Hindus, I only laugh at their stories. And I wonder, why don't muslims go to muslim areas if they want to rent a house??
The FBI had boxes full of serial killer confessions they couldn’t actually use.
Hours of interviews.
Detailed admissions.
Direct conversations with some of the most violent men in America.
And none of it was scientifically useful.
Then a 42-year-old psychiatric nurse walked into Quantico and changed criminal investigation forever.
Her name was Ann Burgess.
1975.
FBI agents Robert Ressler and John Douglas had spent months traveling across the country interviewing imprisoned serial killers. They believed understanding offenders could help solve future crimes.
But when Ann Burgess listened to the tapes, she immediately saw the problem.
“This isn’t research,” she told them.
“These are just stories.”
The room went silent.
“You’re asking them to talk about themselves,” she said. “But every interview is different. There’s no structure. No methodology. You can’t compare one offender to another.”
Then she asked a question nobody else in the room had thought to ask:
“Tell me about the women they killed.”
Not the killers.
The victims.
Who were they?
How old were they?
Where were they approached?
What made them vulnerable?
How did the offender gain control?
The agents were confused.
Ann Burgess explained something revolutionary:
“If you truly study the victims, you’ll understand the offender.”
At the time, Burgess was already a groundbreaking trauma researcher. In 1974, she had co-authored one of the first major studies proving rape caused lasting psychological trauma — at a time when courts barely acknowledged it.
She helped create the term “rape trauma syndrome.”
Now she brought that same scientific rigor to the FBI.
She redesigned the interviews.
Created structured questionnaires.
Introduced victimology as the foundation of profiling.
Distinguished between a killer’s “MO” and their “signature.”
Mapped escalation patterns.
Explained that sexual violence was about power and control — not desire.
Suddenly, the FBI’s Behavioral Science Unit had something it had never truly possessed before:
Methodology.
And it worked.
In 1983, young boys began disappearing in Nebraska.
Using Burgess’s framework, investigators built a profile:
A young white male.
Slight build.
Someone trusted around children.
Likely connected to scouting or youth activities.
A person who kept souvenirs and detective magazines.
Police arrested John Joubert.
The profile was astonishingly accurate.
Almost overnight, criminal profiling became legitimate law enforcement science.
And yet most of the credit went elsewhere.
The public celebrated the FBI agents.
Books were written.
Movies and television series followed.
Ann Burgess became a footnote.
When Netflix released Mindhunter, they based a character on her — but changed nearly everything.
They made her a psychologist instead of a nurse.
Changed her personal life entirely.
Most viewers never even realized she was based on a real person.
Meanwhile, the real Ann Burgess kept working.
Teaching.
Publishing.
Consulting.
Testifying in court.
Training professionals around the world.
More than 150 academic publications.
Multiple landmark books.
Decades of pioneering work.
And through all of it, one truth remained:
Modern criminal profiling exists in large part because a psychiatric nurse walked into a room full of FBI agents and told them they were asking the wrong questions.
Not:
“Why did the killer do this?”
But:
“Who were the victims?”
That shift changed criminal investigation forever.
Ann Burgess is 88 years old now.
Still teaching.
Still working.
Still brilliant.
And finally receiving recognition not as a side character in someone else’s story —
But as herself.
The woman who taught the FBI how to truly understand predators by first understanding the people they harmed.
The world sees Praggnanandhaa as a chess prodigy. They see the trophies, the headlines, the victories over Magnus Carlsen,& the enigmatic smile across the board. They didn't see the journey of this Chennai star.
I saw a middle class Tamil family deciding that a child's dream was worth every sacrifice they could make. They don't see a father working tirelessly so that tournament fees could somehow be afforded. They don't see a mother travelling endlessly with her son, carrying home cooked food across continents because every rupee mattered. Yes, even food. They don't see the thousands of lonely hours spent staring at 64 squares while other kids watched Cable TV.
What makes his story remarkable is that he wasn't even the family's 1st chess prodigy. His sister, Vaishali, was already making waves. Many younger siblings would have lived in that shadow. Instead, he quietly built a light of his own.
By 12, he had become one of the youngest Grandmasters in history. But talent alone never explains greatness. Chess at the highest level, is never merely a test of intelligence. It is a test of resilience. Nezhmetdinov, Parimarjan Negi, Sultan Khan... They were all supremely talented. Yet never made it big.
Praggs had the doggedness, when the path was strewn with thorns & pebbles, the peak was not visible. A test of whether you can keep thinking when exhausted, keep believing after defeat,& keep improving when the world isn't watching.
Then came Magnus Carlsen. For most young players, facing Magnus is like standing at the foot of Everest. Praggnanandhaa climbed anyway. He beat him. Then beat him again. And again. What initially looked like an upset slowly became the arrival of a new force.
But perhaps the most extraordinary thing about him is his temperament. In an age that rewards noise, he remains quiet. Unassuming. In a world obsessed with self promotion, he lets his moves speak. He wins without arrogance. He loses without excuses. There is a rare dignity about Praggs.
Sometimes I think about the absurdity of it all. In a universe containing billions of stars and countless worlds, on one small planet, in one corner of Chennai, a boy sat before a chessboard,& dreamt the impossible. Not because success was guaranteed. It never is. Not because the odds were favourable. It never was. But because he loved the game, his family believed in him.
That, more than any rating or title, is what makes Praggnanandhaa special. His story is a reminder that greatness rarely arrives with fanfare. It is built quietly, one sacrifice, one setback, one ordinary day at a time, until suddenly the world looks up and calls it extraordinary. Jai Hind!
-Lathicharge by Delhi police during cockroach protest: No
Lathicharge by Punjab Police on students protesting for jobs : Yes
-Any FIR by Delhi Police against cockroach party? : Big No
Any FIR by Punjab Police against protesting students : Yes, by Patiala Police
-Any cockroach lying in hospital? : No
Any Punjab student admitted in hospital: Yes 20 students
Who Is undemocratic and Tanashah : Modi Govt 🙂
If bad luck was a person, It was Krishna.
Born in a prison cell.
With chains.
Cold walls.
And fear.
The West writes self-help books after one breakup and a weekend depression.
Krishna was born with a death warrant.
His own uncle wanted him dead.
He never drank his mother's milk.
Hours after birth,
his father carried him across a mad river at midnight.
Rain above.
Death behind.
Darkness ahead.
No burning bush.
No sea parting.
No miracle announcing salvation.
No therapist with scented candles.
Just survival.
Born a prince.
Raised a cowherd.
Before he could speak,
they sent Putana.
Then Shakatasura.
Trinavarta.
Kaliya.
One after another.
As if destiny hated him personally.
And he still smiled.
People today collapse over an unfollow.
He lost everything early.
His parents.
His childhood.
His home.
And Radha.
Ah, Radha.
The part Bollywood never understands.
His closest friend Sudama lived in poverty.
Krishna could not protect everyone he loved.
Shishupala insulted him publicly.
Again and again.
Before assembled kings.
Krishna listened calmly.
Then came Jarasandha.
17 invasions.
Mathura burned again and again.
Then came the greatest tragedy.
The Mahabharata.
Krishna tried to stop it.
He went himself.
He sat before Duryodhana.
Pleaded for peace.
Just 5 villages.
Duryodhana refused.
And humanity walked into hell smiling.
18 days later, rivers carried blood.
1.66 billion dead.
Think about that.
An entire civilisation collapsing into dust.
And Krishna carried that silence.
No lamentation carved into scripture.
No prophet demanding heaven explain itself.
Just silence.
Then Gandhari cursed him.
A grieving mother blamed him for everything.
Krishna accepted it.
That is spiritual strength.
Then came the final collapse.
His own clan destroyed itself.
Drunk. Violent. Mad.
The Yadavas killed each other.
His own son died in that chaos.
Krishna watched.
Because some endings cannot be stopped.
Then Dwarka sank.
His city.
His dream.
His life's work.
Gone beneath the waves.
And finally...
The man who was greatest strategist.
The man kings feared.
The man sages worshipped.
Died alone in a forest.
One arrow.
A hunter's mistake.
No throne.
No army.
No grand farewell.
No Resurrection.
Just silence beneath the trees.
And yet...
He is called the complete being.
Not because life was kind.
But because pain never poisoned him.
That is Krishna's greatness.
Not miracles.
Not powers.
Not mythology.
Life gave him suffering.
He gave life wisdom.
Life gave him betrayal.
He gave humanity the Gita.
Life gave him war.
He gave the world detachment.
And in the middle of chaos,
he left us one terrifying truth:
"You control your actions.
Never the outcome."
Krishna did not teach escapism.
He taught endurance.
He did not teach positivity.
He taught responsibility.
He taught how to stand inside hell,
without becoming hell yourself.
That is why he still smiles.
And maybe...
That is why Bharat still survives.
Congratulations!!! The Cockroach Janata Party protest at Jantar Mantar was a historic success.
Cockroaches emerged from every corner.
From drains.
From cupboards.
From AAP office broken chairs.
From forgotten WhatsApp groups.
They all gathered.
Special thanks to Home Minister.
The Head Cockroach was allowed to land safely at Airport.
No Air Force scramble.
No NSG deployment.
No emergency cabinet meeting.
The nation survived.
Airport officials showed remarkable courage.
Faced with a man carrying Dr. Ambedkar's book,
they wisely allowed him to proceed.
A risky decision.
History will remember their bravery.
Then came the protest.
Experts predicted millions.
The ground predicted something else.
Even pigeons at Jantar Mantar looked confused.
The media seemed to outnumber the protesters.
And the spirit of Cockroaches was extraordinary.
One Cockroach explained that EVMs are coded in Python.
Gyanesh Kumar heard this, fainted, and was rushed to AIIMS.
Another group demanded resignations.
When asked whose resignation?
Research is still ongoing.
Several protesters were deeply affected by examination issues.
Some had never appeared for the exam.
Some were not eligible.
Some did not know which exam.
Then the Delhi Sun launched a counter-offensive.
The spokesperson of CJP fought bravely.
For almost an hour.
Then came the requests.
Cold coffee.
Mineral water.
Shade.
Emergency hydration.
The revolution briefly paused.
The Head Cockroach made a historic cameo appearance.
A few photographs.
A few slogans.
Then fainted.
Frankly, this is unacceptable.
Why was nutritious food not provided by Modi Ji?
Why was the Head Cockroach forced to face Delhi heat by Modi?
Modi must answer.
Soros human rights organizations must investigate.
France, India's dear dost, took special interest.
A special guest arrived from France24.
A special speech was delivered.
In front of a large no-crowd.
Then the cultural program began.
The legendary JNU Backstreet Boys performed their greatest hits.
Azadi.
RSS.
BJP.
Capitalism.
Brahminism.
Imperialism.
Kashmir.
Everything was discussed.
Except the original topic.
Meanwhile, the most dangerous section of Indian youth was missing.
The students studying.
The youngsters working.
The candidates preparing.
The people building careers.
Very suspicious.
Very shameful.
They refused to participate.
Instead, they chose jobs, exams, startups, and responsibilities.
It's unacceptable.
Corporate India should take note.
Talent was visible everywhere.
Especially after lunch.
Where plates, bottles, and wrappers were strategically deployed across the venue.
Some wanted to shake Delhi.
They barely disturbed a mosquito.
Overall, a tremendous success.
Nothing changed.
No policy changed.
No system changed.
No government changed.
I am sure Modi and Amit Shah slept peacefully.
Democracy survived.
Delhi survived.
The Sun survived.
And most importantly...
The cold coffee survived.
Jai Bhim!
#cjp_पार्टी #CockroachJanataParty
Today's "historic" June 6 protest at Jantar Mantar looks less like a mass movement and more like a YouTubers' meet-and-greet.
The attendance sheet seems to read:
🎥 40% vloggers
🎤 35% media crews
📱 20% people livestreaming themselves watching the protest
🙋 5% actual protesters
The funniest part? Half the crowd claiming to represent Gen Z looks like they had personally witnessed black-and-white television being invented.
And just when the event was struggling to attract sympathy, someone thought, "You know what this needs? Azadi slogans."
At that point even the pigeons around Jantar Mantar reportedly filed for early departure.
By evening, the protest are likely to successfully achieve three things:
1. Increased YouTube content production.
2. Boosted microphone sales.
3. Confirmed that "viral on social media" and "crowd on the ground" are not the same thing. It is not unusual for a person with 50k friends and followers on Social Media to have only 10 for her/his funeral!
#JantarMantar #ProtestUpdate #MoreCamerasThanCrowd #GenZWithRetirementBenefits 😄
He has hired one old uncle just to fan him and another person to bring water and cold coffee, while he himself is sitting comfortably and drinking cold coffee.
These people talk about bringing a revolution, yet they can’t even survive 5 minutes without AC. If he had to sit in Delhi’s heat till evening he would resign before Dharmendra Pradhan 😭
USA. I ordered a large soda.
In Japan, large means slightly larger.
A small drink becomes a medium drink.
A medium drink becomes a large drink.
Everyone understands the agreement.
But in America, large means the conversation has left the restaurant.
The cashier handed me the cup.
I looked at it.
It looked back.
This was not a drink.
This was a private reservoir with a lid.
I held it with both hands, because one hand felt disrespectful. The ice moved inside like a small glacier. The straw stood there with the confidence of a flag planted on new land.
The cashier smiled like this was normal.
So I accepted it.
In America, a large drink is not a beverage. It is infrastructure.
I took one sip.
Nothing changed.
I took another sip.
Still full.
I took a serious sip, the kind of sip a man takes when he has decided to participate in his own future.
The level did not move.
At that point, I stopped drinking and began managing it.
I checked the weight.
I listened to the ice.
I adjusted the straw angle.
I monitored condensation on the cup wall.
I was no longer a customer.
I was the Department of Soda.
A child walked past holding the same size cup with one hand.
One hand.
No fear.
No hesitation.
No respect for the burden.
I understood.
He was born into the system.
I carried mine outside like a sacred responsibility. The sun was hot. The cup was cold. I was small. The soda was still winning.
By the time I reached the parking lot, I had accepted the truth.
I did not order a drink.
I was appointed temporary governor of a liquid province.
I did not finish it.
It finished me.
Friend: Bro..... I think my uncle has completely lost his mind.
Me: What happened.
Friend: The doctors told him he probably had less than a year left.
Me: Damn.
Friend: Yeah, Everyone was devastated, Family meetings, Tears, The whole thing.
Me: And?
Friend: Three days later he bought a giant industrial popcorn machine.
Me: What.
Friend: A commercial one, Like movie theater size.
Me: WHY.
Friend: That's what everyone asked, My uncle just said: "I've always wanted one."
Me: Fair.
Friend: No, Not fair.
Me: Why?
Friend: Because he put it in his apartment.
Me: NO.
Friend: YES, The thing barely fit through the door.
Me: HAHAHAHA.
Friend: Then he started inviting random people over for popcorn.
Me: Who?
Friend: Everyone, Neighbors, Delivery drivers, Friends. Coworkers.
Me: No.
Friend: BRO, One day a plumber came to fix something.
Left with three bags of popcorn and a handwritten thank-you note.
Me: I'm crying.
Friend: It got worse.
Me: How.
Friend: Six months later people are showing up even when he's not inviting them.
Me: NO.
Friend: The popcorn guy became famous.
Me: The WHAT.
Friend: That's what people called him.
Me: HAHAHAHA.
Friend: One neighbor thought he owned a business, Another thought he was retired.
One kid thought he worked for the government.
Me: Why the government?
Friend: Nobody knows.
Me: Classic.
Friend: Anyway. The doctors were wrong.
Me: NO.
Friend: He's still alive, Three years later.
Me: WHAT.
Friend: The popcorn machine is also still alive.
Me: Amazing.
Friend: Last week I asked him if he regrets buying it.
Me: And?
Friend: He looked at me like I'd insulted his family.
Then said: "Best investment I've ever made."
Me: Honestly?
Friend: Yeah.
Me: Fair enough.
Friend: I have been lying to my daughter for 19 years.
Me: That's a concerning opening sentence.
Friend: It's not a serious lie.
Me: What kind of lie lasts 19 years?
Friend: A crane lie.
Me: A what?
Friend: When my daughter was 5, she made an origami crane at school.
Me: Okay.
Friend: She gave it to me and asked if I liked it.
Me: Reasonable.
Friend: It was objectively terrible.
Me: BRO.
Friend: The wings were different sizes, One eye was missing, It looked exhausted.
Me: HAHAHAHA.
Friend: But she was proud of it, So I told her, "Origami cranes are my favorite thing in the world."
Me: NO WAY🙆🙆
Friend: BRO..... I just wanted her to be happy.
Me: And?
Friend: The next birthday, Cranes.
Father's Day, Cranes.
Christmas, More cranes.
Me: NO😂
Friend: Every year, For 19 years.
Me: HAHAHAHA.
Friend: My office has cranes, My car has cranes, My house has cranes, I have received approximately 700 cranes.
Me: SEVEN HUNDRED?
Friend: I stopped counting.
Me: Why didn't you tell her?
Friend: After year five it felt weird, After year ten it felt impossible, After year fifteen it felt like a government secret.
Me: Fair.
Friend: Last week she called me.
Me: Uh oh.
Friend: She says, "Dad, don't make plans for next month." I ask why.
Me: And?
Friend: She booked us into a three-day traditional origami workshop.
Me: HAHAHAHA.
Friend: Three days.
Me: NO.
Friend: Three entire days.
Me: What did you say?
Friend: I said, "That sounds wonderful."
Me: YOU COWARD.
Friend: BRO I'M IN TOO DEEP.
Me: What's your actual favorite thing?
Friend: Dogs.
Me: How many dog gifts have you received?
Friend: Zero.
Me: Tragic.
Friend: Instead I own enough paper birds to start a migration.
This is not done, .@AmitShah Ji😂
Cockroaches, reportedly, were fully prepared to create full-on anarchy today in Delhi, to instigate Police to take harsh action & then spread vi0£ence all over Nation by inciting Gen-Z.
But Mota Bhai punctured all plans in very initial stage.
Reportedly, Abhijeet Dipke was shocked when he was handed over Delhi Police's permission letter to hold 'peaceful' protests at Jantar Mantar & was told to proceed directly to Jantar Mantar without going to Parliamentary Police Station. This was the knockout punch even before the match began because as per intelligence reports, anarchy was never planned at Jantar Mantar but at Police Station itself. All preparations were made. Leftist b@stards from AISA (Left student wing) & JNU, PFI Jih@dis, CFI Naxals, Some LGBT groups were reportedly instructed to gather outside Parliamentary Police Station.
Plan seemed simple. Apply for Police NoC for protests...Police will deny it as such NoC is never issued on the spot... Get into heated argument with Police scaling up tensions...break one or two furniture pieces to force Police to take action... start anarchy & play victim card after few arrests. Then spread the narrative to other cities in Bharat & Incite Gen-Z to come on streets.
BUT Mota Bhai played smart. Delhi Police issued NOC even before cockroaches asking for it. So action shifts to Jantar Mantar directly which was never planned.
Now at Jantar Mantar — huge Police Personnel deployed, Police photographers in simple clothes with Body Cams among crowd, Drone photography....means every face captured, every identity identified. Try Vio£ence & Police will catch you within days from any corner of Nation. Delhi Borders sealed, Metro under super surveillance. Try running away & we catch you.
Result-
Cockroaches caught off guard. NEITHER could gather enough crowd as REAL Gen-Z isn't stupid to join this circus & Paid crowd wasn't managed in large numbers as plan was never to reach Jantar Mantar, NOR could do anything even after assembling Leftist Goons due to heavy security. Sit, Scream, Raise Slogans, Do Nautanki....after noon even media stops covering you as nothing 'exciting' is happening. Circus dies down natural death. Hype Over.
Lessons for Piddis, Cockroaches & Leftist Jokers who want to turn Bharat into Bangladesh-Nepal —
1. Bharat has Modi Sarkar, Bangladesh & Nepal didn't.
2. Bharat has HM like Amit Shah Ji.
3. Bharat's Intelligence Agencies know how to defuse any sinister plan & play well in psychological warfare.
4. Bharat's REAL Gen-Z is sensible & can decide what's good for them. They are focused on building careers & not on destroying a prosperous nation they live in.
5. Bharat's Gen-Z doesn't trust Opposition Parties & their Chrony Puppets.
6. Bharatiyas' confidence in PM .@narendramodi Ji's leadership is unshakeable.
Let's move on now to other developments.
Watched Dhoom 3 again for nostalgia.
Aamir Khan is robbing banks across Chicago with his face fully visible, yet the Chicago Police and the FBI are unable to stop him or even track him down. So they request India to send ACP Jai Dixit and Sub-Inspector Ali Akbar Fateh Khan from the Mumbai Police for help, who then arrive and lead the investigation.
Kuch bhi ho raha tha 2013 mein!
Jarasandha attacked 17 times to kill Shri Krishna and Balarama, but each time Krishna destroyed his entire army and left only Jarasandha alive.
Every time Jarasandha used to contact Anti-Krishna Kings all over the World and bring them to fight with Krishna. Once Balarama got angry that why does Krishna leave Jarasandha alive every time.
Hearing this question, Krishna replied, "I purposely leave Jarasandha alive. There is a reason behind this. Jarasandha gathers All the Unrighteous & our Rival Kings from all over the Earth and brings them to us so that we can kill those evil kings in one place.
If we kill Jarasandha, then we ourselves will have to go to every corner of the Earth to kill our Evil Enemies. Jarasandh is making our work easy. When all our Evil Enemies in the world are Finished, we will destroy Jarasandha as well."
Sir ji is Jarasandha of Indian Politics Today.
Honest question.
If Modi is a dictator — why is Rahul Gandhi still free?
If EVMs are hacked — why did BJP lose Delhi in 2020?
If press is not free — who is running NDTV, The Wire, The Print, Scroll?
If judiciary is captured — who gave bail to Kejriwal, Sisodia, Hemant Soren?
Answer any one. Just one.
Friend: Bro, I accidentally attended a family meeting.
Me: Not your family?
Friend: Not even remotely.
He's at a hotel, conference rooms everywhere.
One room door open, people inside waving.
Friend assumes it's networking event.
Walks in, Sits down.
Bad start.
Woman: Good. Everyone's here.
Friend: ...
Then an older man stands up.
Old Man: As you know, this family has faced challenges.
Friend: OH NO.
Immediately realizes mistake.
But now he's trapped, because leaving would be weird.
For forty minutes he listens to family drama.
Inheritance arguments, cousin rivalries, aunt politics.
The entire cinematic universe.
Then somebody points at him.
Aunt: What do YOU think?
Friend: ...
Twenty faces staring.
Friend: ...communication is important.
Entire room nodding.
Old Man: Wise.
Friend: "NO.
By the end they thanked him for his perspective.
One aunt hugged him.
Another added him on social media.
He still gets invited to birthdays.
He has never figured out whose family it is.