Reminds me of a call I bought @ 50c up to $4 in a week and then down to 25c o/night. Ah, the days when the market gyrated to the Greek drum https://t.co/OlnzbHdGJK
Media reports that Xi skipped the dinner last evening.
Looking at the menu, I can understand why.
None of the menus I see for diplomatic visits is enticing.
I would gladly give them a miss.
Bank of Baroda lent $250 million without strong collaterals to BR Shetty's NMC Health. NMC was under $6 billion debt. NMC collapsed. Now Bank of Baroda has paid $600 million to settle litigation that rightly accuses the bank of oversight.
$850 million of taxpayer's money. Gone.
This is Daylight robbery. In any other country, he would be in jail for life with all his assets taken over. The rich and mighty get away, no wonder we have created a society which without doubt is the most corrupt.
Best part is hardly any outrage on TV and WhatsApp University🙌😊😇
@LloydMathias He controls the real estate market in Gurgaon. Iron grip. Each political party needs him for obvious reasons. The civic facilities are the least of his concerns - his votes are assured.
I was a bricklayer.
It was how I paid the bills when I first moved to America. Even the biggest title in bodybuilding, Mr. Olympia, only paid a thousand dollars back then.
It makes me proud that in March, the winner of our Arnold Classic and our Arnold Classic UK took home more than a million dollars. He can focus on bodybuilding.
But in our day, that wasn’t an option. Some guys were teachers. Some sold insurance. Franco and I laid bricks.
We put an ad in the paper and sold ourselves as European craftsmen. We figured if people heard the accents, they would picture old-world masonry instead of two bodybuilders with a wheelbarrow.
It worked.
The phone rang. And then we had to go out and actually do the job, which was the part nobody could fake. Luckily, Franco knew what he was doing.
The work was simple. Mix the mortar. Set the brick. Tap it level. Scrape the edge. Then do it again. And again. Nobody claps for you. There is no crowd, no music, no trophy. There is just the next brick sitting there waiting for you.
You can still find some of the walls we built in Venice.
That’s where my lesson today comes from.
One brick doesn’t look like anything. Ten bricks don’t look like anything. A hundred bricks, you’re starting to see something, but it doesn’t impress anyone.
You just keep laying bricks until the job is done.
And you know what happens after four or five hours on a wall?
You are so damn tired, or you feel so great that you stop measuring.
You are not standing back every ten minutes asking how far from finished it is. You are covered in mortar, your hands are raw, you’re schvitzing, and you are happy. The work took the question away from you.
That is the part nobody tells you about hard work: It doesn’t just build the wall. It terminates the voice that keeps asking when the wall will be done.
A sharp last salute by 103 yrs old Lt Gen Surindra Nath ‘Tindy’ Sharma to his younger brother Gen Vishwa Nath ‘Tich’ Sharma, former Chief of Army Staff who died aged 96.
Their eldest brother Major Som Nath Sharma died defending Srinagar airfield from Pakistani invaders in 1947 at the age of 24 yrs and was awarded the first Param Vir Chakra of independent India.
@AjitVMurur@Nithin0dha I would think it more along the lines that Nithin is the farmer with the goose. He wants the goose to lay an egg every day, rather than choke on its own vomit and die.
Its 1.45 am and i cant sleep bec of severe acidity. I have ulcers. And the last time my ulcers threatened to burst i had to be hospitalized & guess what @icicilombard refused to cover my hospitization cost - bec i hadnt declared my ulcers at the time of taking the policy. But i didnt have ulcers at the time of taking the policy and now they are asking for doctors certificates to confirm i didnt have ulcers at the time of taking the policy. Next they will insist on the car number that kills u in advance so ur family can make a claim. Shame on this @ICICILombard . Am so disgusted. I no longer care abt the refund - i will expose the fraud in their operations
Her name is Sonia Meena.
She is a young officer, still in the early years of her career. She seized the trucks of one of the most feared mining mafias in her state. In return, she got a death threat. She kept going to court to give evidence against him anyway.
She came from Rajasthan, cleared the civil services examination in her early twenties, and was posted into the Madhya Pradesh cadre.
She was handed the kind of postings that break people, districts where the sand and mining mafia runs a parallel government, where trucks strip the riverbeds through the night and everyone, from the local strongman to the officials meant to stop him, has quietly agreed to look away.
She did not look away.
As a sub divisional magistrate, she went after the illegal sand mining directly. She impounded the loaded trucks of a powerful mining operator, a man used to being untouchable.
She did not accept the usual arrangement where the raid happens, the fine is paid, and the trucks quietly return to the river the next night.
So the threats began. The mafia boss she had taken on was reported to have threatened her openly. A formal death threat followed, serious enough that the state had to increase her security.
Here is the part that tells you who she is. Even under threat, she kept travelling to the other district to submit her evidence in court, in person, so the case against him would not collapse. The easy thing was to fall ill, to be busy, to let the file go cold. She refused.
She is not a famous name. She has no film about her. She is simply one of those officers who took the oath seriously, in a system that often punishes exactly that.
They thought a young woman in her first postings would be easy to frighten. They were wrong.
In late 2007, a young Lionel Messi walked into a dressing room at Camp Nou expecting another routine charity photoshoot.
Instead, he found a small plastic bathtub, a rubber duck, and a five month old baby waiting for him.
The photoshoot was part of a charity calendar organized by the newspaper Sport, the FC Barcelona Foundation and UNICEF. Families from the working class neighborhood of Rocafonda in Mataró entered a raffle for the chance to have their child photographed with a Barcelona player.
One of the winning families was Mounir Nasraoui and Sheila Ebana.
Their baby was named Lamine Yamal.
Photographer Joan Monfort later remembered that Messi was only 20 years old and naturally shy. At first, he wasn't even sure how to hold the baby. With a little help from Lamine's mother, he gently bathed him while the cameras clicked. It was simply another charity event. Nobody thought much of it afterward.
The photographs were published in the 2008 charity calendar and then quietly disappeared into the archives.
Seventeen years later, during Euro 2024, Lamine's father shared one of those forgotten images on Instagram with the caption, "The beginning of two legends."
The world was stunned.
The shy young footballer holding that baby would become one of the greatest players the game has ever seen. The baby in the bathtub would grow up through La Masia, break records as Barcelona's youngest debutant, become Spain's youngest international, and help his country win Euro 2024 before turning 18.
What began as an ordinary UNICEF charity photoshoot became one of football's most remarkable coincidences
@SushilS27538625 Sir, you are right theoretically. Thats what our ancient books say. But in my practical experience, some of the meanest, nastiest and pettiest people I know are vegeterians. Our state of mind is not dependent on nature of food at all.