This scene is from Chandigarh.
The girls are sooo dumb that even their placard content is copied from the ones used by leftist protestors abroad.
Cant speak for nuts, have no connect with the crowd or the cause... Just shouting criticism from a script on phone... Modi ne light nahi lagaya, Modi ne Melody pe kharch kiya... blah blah.
Until someone from the crowd who is not even a bjp supporter could take it no longer and confronted her.
"Apne MP, CM se bhi kuch poochhoge ki har cheez ke liye seedha PM pe hi jaana hai."
What connection between 'sab mard ek jaise' and 'street lights' and Modi...?
The time has come where public hi inki propaganda ka balloon burst karegi... Ek din sutai ho gayi toh won't b surprised.
Horrific footage of two young girls running for their lives while a Palestinist chased them down like prey.
He shot the first girl in the back as she desperately tried to escape. The second froze, turned around, and begged him not to kill her.
He executed her anyway, without the slightest hesitation.
This is what Palestinists from Gaza did on October 7.
Never forget.
Bast@rd🪳protesters tried to attack a CISF Jawan with knife at Jantar Mantar.
Delhi Police has registered 4 FIRs for stabbing, rioting, defacement & obstructing public servant from discharging duties. Total 18🪳s arrested.
Aaj achche se "Servicing" hogi.
The alarm goes off at 4 AM. He doesn’t slam it shut. He lets it ring for just a few seconds; his wife lies, breathing softly beside him. He rises slowly in the dark and walks across the house. His clothes had been nearly laid out the night before – the khakis, the belt, the shoes, the cap and the badge. He bathes in the dark, dresses in the dark, and gets ready to head out.
Before he leaves, he does something he has never spoken about to anyone. He stands in the hallway for a moment, just a moment, and listens to the sounds of his house. The hum of the refrigerator. His daughter turning in her sleep. His wife's quiet exhale.
Then he picks up the thing that might get him killed today and walks out the door to protect people who will never know his name.
This is not a story about a hero. Heroes are exceptional. This is a story about a Monday.
We have a word for those who run towards the danger everybody else runs away from. We call them brave. We call them heroes. We call them saviours. But then, we forget about those very heroes till they do something to make us angry. The police officer occupies a unique position in our cultural pantheon. Simultaneously being the arbiter of the order we so take for granted and a villain, demonised for doing what he is lionised for. He is the person we call when the worst is happening and the person we protest against when the worst has happened. He is, quite literally, the devil we created and then simply forgot to have sympathy for.
I am going to try.
Not because they are beyond reproach. Not because they cannot or should not be criticised. Not because they are perfect – far from it. But because we as a society seem to have lost sight of the man in the uniform. The human being who kissed the forehead of his daughter at 5 in the morning, stepping out into the city, not knowing the horrors the day might bring; not knowing whether he gets to hear his daughter’s voice in the evening.
He didn’t make the law he enforces. He didn’t craft the system he works under. He didn’t write the policy that sends him to handle a violent mob, underpaid, understaffed and pathetically under-equipped, with no guarantee that the politicians would give him the orders to defend himself, and if they do, they would stand by him when a thankless city blames him for their own evil. He didn’t force the society to watch from a distance as he charges to absorb the violence it unleashed, and then stand at a distance and turn on him as he does so. What he did was sign up to not only absorb the violence society unleashes against its own, but also do so for a salary that would embarrass the risk the job comes with.
My respect for this brave officer. Nothing but respect.
Naseeruddin Shah, who used to say that he feared for his children’s safety in India.
Yet when he went to Pakistan in 2013, he said he felt like he had come back home. He said he felt safe there, received more love than anywhere else, and did not feel the need for security.
No wonder Piyush Mishra tears into this hypocrisy. The double standards are so blatant, they deserve to be called out every single time.
Naseeruddin Shah claims to miss the India of old. In reality, he misses it because in that India the Hindus suffered discrimination but did not speak up.
Here I expose him for what he is, a real life Gulfam Hassan – a traitor to the cause of justice, equality, and fraternity.
"To hell with commies; Leftists ruined my life.
They wasted 20 years of my life. Communists told me family is a bad thing; earning money is bad."
- Piyush Mishra destroys the leftist cabal with plain truth.
Bagalkote Karnataka 🚨
Muslims entered a Basavanna temple opened a box filled with meat and started eating.
Of all places why our temple..? 🤡
And if an FIR is filed for hurting Lingayat sentiments will the Congress govt stand by the law..?!
Another heroine returns with pride but all ALONE . She doesn’t need paid photographers. The world is her stage and she is the star. Welcome Sanju Devi.
We are a country where a million people fight over each other to see even a P0RN star and no one cares about Poovamma after Asiad Gold medal and then we cry why India doesn’t win any Olympic medal 🥇
Interviewer : Did you run away from radical Islam and came to a democracy?
Muslim : Yes
Interviewer : So you agree radical Islam should not come to this country?
Liberal dhimmi harem dweller women : How can you ask such questions it's so insensitive...
Interviewer : I'm asking him
Muslim : I have mental health issues I can't answer..
Isn't this what we see in India too? 🤮