#WATCH | Chennai | Tamil Nadu CM Vijay meets Indian Grandmaster R Praggnanandhaa and awards him Rs 50 lakh on behalf of the Sports Development Authority of Tamil Nadu after the chess player won the Norway Chess 2026 title.
(Source: TNDIPR)
Some songs pass you by when they release & years later hit you so hard you need to come up for air. Enga pona raasa from #Mariyan - Didn't care for it back then but my God the guitar strumming & humming is killing me now. Its like I'm being stripped down to my bare soul 💔
Reminded of Nature club days when we would do Turtle walks from Bessie beach to Neelangarai to pick up these eggs & deposit them in hatcheries. So happy to see this! ❤️
Even in a bustling metropolis like Chennai, we see a beautiful miracle unfolding every year. Olive Ridley turtles come to Chennai beaches to nest every single year. This season, Chennai became Tamil Nadu’s largest nesting hub, protecting 74,143 eggs. What does it tell us ! The message is clear, wildlife can thrive in cities too, provided conservation is prioritised. This year across Tamil Nadu, 1,986 nests were protected, 2,29,668 eggs were conserved and 1,91,615 hatchlings were released into the sea through 52 hatcheries along the coast. Cuddalore protected 55,348 eggs and Nagapattinam 30,499, making this one of the strongest Olive Ridley conservation seasons in recent years. Most encouragingly, turtle mortality declined sharply from 1,575 last year to 786 this year a reduction of nearly 50 percent.
Behind these numbers lies an extraordinary partnership. Forest frontline staff, the Students Sea Turtle Conservation Network, @wii_india, researchers, volunteers, NGOs, the Fisheries Department, Indian Coast Guard, Marine Police and, most importantly, fishing communities worked together to protect these marine visitors. Conservation efforts included the distribution of 2,663 Turtle Excluder Devices (TEDs), 172 joint sea patrols, beach monitoring through the Turtle Guardian App, nest protection, clean-up drives and awareness programmes that reached over 23,000 fishermen. Satellite tagging of turtles has also helped us better understand their remarkable journeys. As this nesting season comes to a close, we bid farewell to these ancient travellers. The hatchlings released from our shores will now travel across vast oceans, only to return years later to the very same beaches where they were born. #WorldEnvironmentDay #Turtles #TNForest
When Annamalai first entered Tamil Nadu politics, I dismissed him like most people did. Just another guy trying his luck. Politicians come and go. What's different this time?
But then I started paying attention.
Here was someone who could address a Harvard audience and then speak at a Coimbatore street corner meeting and connect in both places. Not perform. Connect. That's rare. That's actually very rare. And what made it work was not polish or strategy. It was that he was saying the same thing in both places. No different version for a different crowd. Just the truth, as he saw it.
That honesty hit differently.
The more I watched, the clearer it became. Engineering degree. IIM MBA. IPS. None of that fell into his lap. He came from very little and went after each of those with a stubbornness that only people who've had to fight for things understand. And then, at the peak of a career most people would protect with their life, he walked away to do something harder and far less certain. Not because it made sense on paper. Because it was the right thing to do.
What struck me most though wasn't any single speech or moment. It was the consistency. Every interview, every rally, every difficult question, the man said the same things. Walked the same talk. He did not dodge. He did not flip. He did not say what the room wanted to hear. In politics, that kind of integrity is not just rare. It is almost unheard of.
And then there is the intelligence. Not just the kind that gets you through IIM or IPS. The kind that lets you read a room, break down a complex policy issue in plain Tamil, and then turn around and articulate it in English at an international forum without losing the thread. He moves between worlds without losing himself in any of them.
Put all of that together and you start to see what is actually in front of you. A person who is honest, hardworking, bold enough to speak uncomfortable truths, grounded enough to sit with a farmer in a village and sharp enough to hold his own anywhere else. That combination does not come around often.
Now, the recent events in BJP have pushed Annamalai toward building something of his own. And honestly, Annamalai 2.0 might be the version Tamil Nadu actually needs.
Because look at the ground reality right now. TVK came in on the promise of change and is already starting to look like a louder, younger variant of the same old Dravidian playbook. The MLAs and ministers being fielded make you quietly miss the DMK.
AIADMK is hollowing out fast. Loyalty was always its glue, and that glue is gone.
And DMK, stung by its election losses, has shown zero appetite for self-reflection.
Every major player is failing the state. And people know it.
And yet someone will still ask, "Is there space for Annamalai and a new party in Tamil Nadu politics?"
That is the wrong question.
The right question is this: Is there space for an honest, hardworking, ethical, intelligent politician with real ground-level connect and genuine integrity?
Once you frame it that way, the answer becomes obvious.
Tamil Nadu does not have a shortage of politics. It has a shortage of politicians worth believing in. That is exactly the gap Annamalai, on his own terms, with his own platform, can fill.
The best chapters are always written from scratch.
#Annamalai
#TN
#Tamilnadu
#Change
At seventy-nine, I live alone.
And for the first time in my life, I feel completely at peace.
When people hear that, I notice the look in their eyes. A softness. A kind of pity.
They ask gently:
“Don’t you get lonely?”
“Isn’t the silence hard?”
I always smile.
Because living alone is not the same as being lonely.
My name is Angela. I’m seventy-nine years old, and I live in the same apartment that once overflowed with noise — children running through the hallway, doors slamming, laughter from the kitchen, voices talking over one another at dinner.
I was a wife.
I was a mother.
I was the person who remembered everything.
Appointments.
Birthdays.
Groceries.
Medicines.
The small invisible tasks that quietly hold a family together.
I gave my life to the people I loved, and I do not regret it. But I also carried a tiredness I never spoke about.
Then my husband died.
After that, everyone worried about me.
“You shouldn’t live alone.”
“You need someone to take care of you.”
“You should stay with your children.”
I know those words came from love.
But hidden inside them was another idea:
that a woman my age could not possibly enjoy solitude.
That silence must mean sadness.
At first, even I wondered if something was wrong with me for liking the quiet.
Then one morning, standing by the window with a cup of coffee in my hands, watching strangers hurry through an ordinary gray morning, I realized something that changed me completely:
I had not been abandoned by life.
I had finally been returned to myself.
Now I wake when my body is ready.
I cook what I want.
I rest when I’m tired.
Some days I speak to no one at all — and yet I feel full, not empty.
I read.
I walk.
I watch old films.
I sit with my thoughts without rushing to escape them.
The silence no longer frightens me.
It comforts me.
My children have their own lives now, and that is exactly how it should be. I raised them to become independent adults, not lifelong caretakers of my happiness.
Of course I still feel nostalgia sometimes.
I miss certain voices.
Certain moments.
Certain versions of life that no longer exist.
But nostalgia is not the same thing as regret.
What I feel most now is peace.
The peace of no longer needing to prove anything.
The peace of having spent decades caring for others and finally learning how to care for myself.
The peace of understanding that solitude can be a gift instead of a punishment.
So when people still ask me,
“Angela… doesn’t the night scare you?”
I answer honestly:
No.
Silence is not my enemy.
It is my home.
And here, at last, I feel free.
You are now listening to a relaxing frequency.
Take a moment to regulate your nervous system.
This sound aids in releasing happy hormones such as serotonin and endorphins naturally, regulating blood pressure and heart rate.
The Nilgiri Marten is one of nature’s happiest little secrets, with tiny feet, golden-yellow and chocolate fur, and playful agility leaping through the shola forests like a spark of joy. Found nowhere else on earth except the Western Ghats, this rare endemic beauty brings the spotlight on the precious and irreplaceable mountain ecosystems #wildwednesday #Nilgirimarten #endangered #wildlife incredible capture by
R.Vidhya Vigashini #Endangeredspeciesday 15th May
94 yaşındaki efsane aktör Clint Eastwood, genç nesle lüksün gerçek anlamını şu sözlerle anlattı:
“Lüksü saatlerde, bilekliklerde, villalarda ya da yatlarda aramayın.
Lüks; kahkaha atabilmek, dostlarla vakit geçirmek, yağmurun yüzünüze düşmesi, sarılmalar ve öpücüklerdir.
Lüksü mağazalarda, hediyelerde, partilerde ya da etkinliklerde aramayın.
Lüks; sevilmek, saygı görmek, anne babanızın hâlâ hayatta olması ve torunlarınızla oynayabilmektir.
Gerçek lüks, paranın satın alabildiği değil; satın alamadığı şeylerdir…”
Simplicity detoxifies your soul. And simplicity only comes when you’re done. Done with things that don't feel like you anymore. Done chasing trends. Chasing people. You stop trying to "keep up". You stop trying to impress. Pretending feels painful. And slowly... life becomes quieter. A small circle. A private life. A calm mind. Meaningful work. Slow mornings. Deep conversations. Peace. That’s the strange thing about life... the more authentic you become, the simpler everything gets.
Born in 1832, Jonathan the tortoise turned 193 today. Yes… 193. This dude is literally the oldest land animal alive. He survived 2 world wars, outlived 40 U.S. presidents, 8 British monarchs, and probably watched more drama on Earth than all of us combined.
He can’t see and smell anymore, but he still recognizes his caretakers just by voice and touch like a wise old gangster. Think about this: Jonathan was alive before the lightbulb existed… and there is a high chance he might still be here AFTER some of us are gone. Happy birthday legend... keep confusing time, history, and all of us… and may you live many more years!