#Horrific ⚠️ In Uttar Pradesh’s Raebareli, a Dalit youth named Hariom was lynched by a mob. Suspecting him of theft, they brutally beat him, leading to his death.
#DalitLivesMatter
A mother's love is immense. The dog mom cared for her puppies until she was exhausted and unconscious.
She was always by her side, never abandoning her. Fortunately, a man passing by saw them and rescued them.
Fifteen lakh people of Assam walked the streets of Guwahati with Zubeen Garg’s coffin, weeping, wiping their tears as they went. Perhaps every artist dream of receiving such love, but not everyone’s dream comes true. Maybe only one in a hundred thousand is honored in this way.
Zubeen was not a supporter of any political party. He called himself a social leftist—not politically leftist, but socially so. He helped flood victims. He helped the poor and the distressed. He raised fifteen children. He spoke out against injustice. He never compromised with the powerful and the influential. Even at the peak of fame and popularity, he led a simple life. He bought food from roadside stalls and ate sitting on benches like everyone else. He would openly admit that he drank alcohol, saying that some of his best songs had been sung in a drunken state. Unlike many Bengali artists, he never tried to act like a refined gentleman. He was never arrogant. His body was covered in tattoos. He did not own a lavish mansion but lived in a modest middle-class flat. He had a flat in Bombay as well, where he stayed whenever work required. But he never liked living in Bombay. Assam was his true home. Assam was his soul. How could the people of Assam not love such a selfless, generous, humane man?
Though born a Brahmin, he cast aside the sacred thread. He declared that he had no caste, no religion, no god, no political party. He was human—that was his only identity. Perhaps that is why people of every faith, every color, every class, every community, and every party wept at his death, cried out in grief, and mourned together.
I believe Zubeen’s death happened because of the negligence of his companions. From what I have heard, he did not lose vision, nor had he consumed alcohol before scuba diving or entering the water. The post-mortem report confirmed that he died by drowning. He had removed his life jacket because it was too large for him and made it difficult to swim. He should have been given one that fit his body. He should have been advised not to enter the sea with a tired body. His companions should have noticed that he was having a seizure and drowning, and they should have brought him back to shore immediately. They did bring him back—but only after the waters had already claimed his life.
If only Zubeen could have seen the long funeral procession in Guwahati, if only he could have seen how deeply people loved him—perhaps even in death, he would have found peace. After all, every person must die one day—some sooner, some later. But how many artists in a lifetime achieve such greatness?
Zubeen’s life was extraordinarily fulfilled—not because he won many awards, but because he received the genuine, boundless love of countless people.
And yet one question remains. If Zubeen had not been born into the religious majority of Assam, but instead into the religious majority of Bangladesh—if he had cast away his caste and religion there—would the people of Bangladesh have honored him for his songs in the way the people of Assam have?
I leave that question behind.
“Those who surrendered Indian land to China are traitors or we who are raising voice against China?”
Sonam Wangchuck brutally thrashed BJP propaganda in 60 seconds 🔥
He even dedicated a Bollywood song to Amit Shah 🤣🤣🤣
A mother seal just delivered a baby and thinks it's dead. And when she realizes the baby is alive, her joy and happiness are worth seeing. This magical moment makes the world beautiful for a moment.🪄
Respected Governor, @SmalhotraRBI
Countless rural families are being trapped by predatory NBFCs, easy loan apps, and MFIs—paying interest rates as high as 50–100% or even more. These are people largely borrowing for daily needs. You are already aware of the harassment and humiliation many face at the hands of recovery agents, often leading to tragic incidents, including suicides. Not just unauthorised scamsters, even registered companies are behaving like loan mafias. This needs your urgent attention. We must ensure easy, safe, and affordable credit for the poor, and expand our bank branches. Most urgently, please re-impose caps on NBFC interest rates. Such exorbitant rates are unacceptable. We can't let them prey on the poor.
https://t.co/7zj4dWHGG8
Shubhankar Mishra exposed the sad reality of ‘Two Indias’ —
7 crore earn less than ₹62 everyday
116 crore earn less than ₹171
While top 1% hold 40% wealth 🤯
India is officially the 4th largest GDP with poor people 💔