Navya

ಕನ್ನಡತಿ Research Scholar passionate dancer.

[Navya @navyapadukone]

@poojaofficial5 Happened with me as well, I was told to visit the station instead of them visiting and then they outrightly asked for Rs.500 as “fee” in cash only. Happened in Bengaluru.

[Happy Researchers @hapyresearchers]

PhD interview season is back, so here’s my advice:

For prospective PhD students, choosing a supportive mentor is 100 times more important than choosing a supervisor simply because they are at a top or famous institution.

[Sheetal Rijhwani @rijhwanisheetal]

When I first took on the financial responsibilities of my family, I realised how difficult it is to be a man.

No matter how much you earn, some expenses will always find you… and you still have to provide.

At a certain age, men inherit unsaid expectations:
Earn. Provide. Hold everything together.

And the bitter truth?
If a man doesn’t earn enough, society rarely values him.. not even the people closest to him.

So, to every man out there who carries his responsibilities without complaints,
who gives unconditional support to his family…

Happy International Men's day.
You’re seen. You’re appreciated.

[Srihari Karanth @sriharikaranth]

ಸರ್ವರಿಗೂ ಕರ್ನಾಟಕ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವದ ಹಾರ್ದಿಕ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು 💛❤️

One state. Infinite beauty. #KarnatakaRajyotsava

[Vinay Narayana Swamy @vinaynx]

On this Kannada Rajyothsava, take a Kannada walk with @CubbonWalks and explore the rich green heritage of our city. You can book here - https://t.co/B7cBeNmvka

[Anubha @artbyahbuna]

Giving myself an award for completing all 31 days of Kannada Inktober, illustrating meanings and giving simple example sentences for 31 words 😅😂

[G V Pavan Kumar @Pavan_KumarGV]

‘There is a story about two friends, who were classmates in high school, talking about their jobs. One of them became a statistician and was working
on population trends. He showed a reprint to his former classmate, The reprint started, as usual, with the Gaussian distribution and the statistician explained to his former classmate the meaning of the symbols for the actual population, for the average population, and so on. His classmate was a bit incredulous and was not quite sure whether the statistician was pulling
his leg.

“How can you know that?” was his query.

“And what is this symbol here?”

“Oh,” said the statistician, “this is π.”

“What is that?”

“The ratio of the circumference of the circle to its diameter.”

“Well, now you are pushing your joke too far,” said the classmate, “surely the population has nothing to do with the circumference of the circle.”’

These are the opening lines of Wigner’s famous essay titled: The Unreasonable Effectiveness of Mathematics in the Natural Sciences.

Worth reading the essay, link on my blog (see bio)

[Srihari Karanth @sriharikaranth]

Today's Light Painting of Bengaluru Sky over Ragigudda Metro Station - from a higher altitude than yesterday.

Bengalureans celebrated the Night, Camera captured the Light!

#lightpainting #Fireworks #Bangalore

[Oliver Jones @Agent_Oli]

I love stray dogs. Especially the ones who join me on my runs in Bangalore.

[Civic Opposition of India @CivicOp_india]

#NoRoadNoTax
After years of neglect, citizens are finally speaking up, exposing the government’s duplicity in failing to provide durable, quality roads. Listen to this aggrieved taxpayer from Bengaluru’s IT corridor. More power to such hardworking taxpayers! 🙌🏻
#BrandBengaluru
@siddaramaiah @DKShivakumar @MALimbavali @GBAChiefComm @EASTCITYCORP

[Ram @ramprasad_c]

Karnataka is blessed with great weather, lots of diversity in terms of geography: Hills, Beaches, Forests. Many dharmic places, educated, cultured people. So, to balance things out, it is cursed with horrible politicians.

[Anubha @artbyahbuna]

Kannada #Inktober Day 15: Ragged = Chindi | ಚಿಂದಿ | चिंदि

“The beggar was wearing ragged clothes.”
“ಭಿಕ್ಷುಕನು ಚಿಂದಿಯಾದ ಬಟ್ಟೆಗಳನ್ನು ಧರಿಸಿದ್ದ.”
“Bhikṣukanu chindiyāda baṭṭegaḷannu dharisida.”

Also,
Chindi = Ragged / Torn / Worn-out
Bhikṣuka = Beggar
Baṭṭe = Clothes

[Dr. Rahul Baxi @baxirahul]

A developed country is not a place where the poor have cars. It's where the rich use public transportation.

- Gustavo Petro

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[Anubha @artbyahbuna]

Kannada #Inktober Day 1: Mustache = Meese | ಮೀಸೆ | मीसे
“Shyam uncle loves his moustache more than his life”
“Shyam uncle avarige avara meesE yendarE pancha Parna”

Also,
Pancha PraaNa = a phrase for describing intense love for something or someone
#Mustache #inktoberday1 #inktober2025 #kannada #kannadainktober

[Edel Pérez-López @Edel_PLopez]

An early morning at the lab rewarded me with this stunning picture 🤩

[Vasant Shetty | Building Mundhe Banni @vasantshetty81]

Bengaluru didn’t become one of India’s safest, most livable cities overnight. Over 70+ years, we built a civic ethos rooted in mutual respect, between citizens and authorities, between neighbours from different states, between men and women. Our politics, too, has been shaped by this culture, one that values decency over confrontation.

Historically, the city has welcomed people from all over India. Whether you spoke Tamil, Telugu, Malayalam, Marathi, or Punjabi, you could find a home here. Over time, most blended into the local mainstream, picking up Kannada, absorbing the city’s social etiquette, and respecting its civic norms.

But in recent years, rapid migration has sometimes brought a different attitude, a refusal to adapt, an instinct to treat the city as a transaction, and in some cases, open hostility to locals and the city/state's institutions. These incidents, amplified by social media, are now weekly talking points. And yes, anger is quietly building among locals.

Bengaluru’s strength is its openness. But that openness survives only when newcomers make the effort to integrate. Learn the local language. Respect locals and public officials. Understand the city’s temperament. This isn’t about regionalism, it’s about reciprocity.

If we don’t renew this unspoken contract of respect, the cracks will widen, and what has taken decades to build can be undone in a few years.

Hope better sense prevails. Let’s choose coexistence over confrontation.

[Ishwariya Venkatesh @Ishwariya13]

"Doing good science requires the utmost exertion of body, mind & spirit, yet is consistently filled with failure and rejection." He talks about 3 reasons he kept going. I can relate to the 2nd one - "Watching the idea develop into new experiments/a new model". What's it for you?

[Sunita Sayammagaru 🇮🇳🇬🇧 @drsunita02]

Women can skip that day's cooking. Whole family can easily eat from a takeaway. Women may not want to cook at all, they employ a cook. Everyone is OK with this arrangement.

Women can skip that day's chores. The earth will not fall down. Everyone in the family adjusts. Perhaps, Women may not do chores at all, they have home helpers for the same. Everyone again is OK with this.

Women can take a break from work to look after children. Rest of family is OK with it.

Women who are working can completely give up their job and becomes homemakers. That is also absolutely fine. No one will say anything.

Then what about men who want to not work for a few days or weeks or months? What about men who want to take a career break and explore their inner self?

Why does society expects men to work and work and work??? Why does the family start becoming agitated when men say they want to take a break? Can't women and rest of family adjust too?

Aren't men human beings too?? Why does the onus of looking after family finances fall majorly on men?

Women have a choice.

Sadly, men are not having a choice.

#SaturdayMusings

[Prashant Pitti @ppitti]

I am committing INR 1 Cr to find Bangalore Choke-Points via Google Maps & AL.

11 km → 2.15 hours in Bangalore Traffic on Saturday late night!

I was stuck at one choke-point at ORR, where I spent 100 mins struggling to understand why there is no traffic-light or cop here!

But I don’t want one more “Bengaluru Traffic Memes or Rant”. I WANT TO FIX IT.

Very recently, in April 2025, Google Maps started sharing "Road Management Insight". It's a city-level data in Big Query format.

Using Google Data and Satellite Imagery, we can list down all the choke-points & their exact timings in a month. For the traffic department to work on those areas specifically.

I am willing to spend INR 1 Crore on this project by funding: 1-2 senior ML/AI engineers. And providing budget for using Google Maps API calls, Satellite Imagery & GPUs

I will start this project, when BTP/BBMP: Open their raw feeds or API access AND names a team, committed to acting on the insights we generate.

🙌 How can you help right now?

1. TAG anyone you know in the Bangalore Traffic Office, BBMP or the Traffic Commissioner’s office, let this hit the right inbox.

2. ML/AI folks: comment "IN", if you can work along part-time to end this menace

3. Every commuter who’s sick of bleeding time: comment or share. More noise -> faster response.

Bengalore is India’s tech future; and people making it happen deserve MUCH better.

#BangaloreTraffic #AIforGood #OpenData #CSR #peakbengaluru