@UberIN_Support I had booked a courier today and after picking up the package the driver canceled the ride. I am not able to contact him and your call center has placed me on hold for more than 20 min. Please help, the package was an urgent delivery. Screenshot attached.
Tell me mi lords, won’t your family eat here unless we have someone like @Tukaram_IndIAS to tell us what is happening? How many agree that we need the clean up started in Maharashtra to go national?? #WeStandWithTukaramMundhe
There is a difference between worry and concern.
When you're concerned, you can do something about it. Worry is something you do when you've already decided you're helpless.
Never be worried. Be concerned.
"The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves — say rather, loved in spite of ourselves."
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables (trans. Charles E. Wilbour)
Dear Bombay High Court, have you ever questioned corrupt officers about why they take bribes? When someone is simply doing their job honestly, you have the audacity to question him?
Remember: You are not above the public. You are a public institution entrusted with serving justice and the people. Questioning honest conduct while corruption goes unchecked is nothing short of shameful and deeply disappointing.
A Japanese man named Hirotaka Saito has gone viral after selling his Ferrari to fund a shelter for abused and traumatized dogs.
The 54-year-old former company executive closed his business to dedicate his life to the Wansfree Canine Rescue Centre in Yaizu, Shizuoka Prefecture. The shelter specializes in caring for dogs that have suffered severe abuse, animals so traumatized that they are often aggressive, fearful, and considered nearly unadoptable by most people.
Saito’s decision was deeply personal. Twelve years ago, after his company collapsed, he fell into deep depression and contemplated suicide. On the brink of leaving the house to end his life, his own dog physically stopped him from going. Saito credits that moment with saving his life.
Inspired by the unconditional love and support he received from his dog during his darkest time, he resolved to repay that debt by helping other dogs in need. Selling his prized Ferrari was his way of turning gratitude into meaningful action.
This heartwarming story beautifully illustrates the profound bond between humans and dogs, and how one man’s act of kindness, born from personal pain, is now giving dozens of abused animals a second chance at life.
@zeptocares I find it quite strange that I have to raise concerns on X in order to reach your customer support, there was no way to do it though the app after I reached a dead end with the image upload.
@zeptocares your AI chatbot can't spot the issue with broken eggs and flies inside the packaging and is not allowing me to raise complaint through the app. Please help. Order ID SMOVRMUWO26003
रायगडमधील कोंदिवडे गावच्या शाळकरी मुलींचा हा व्हिडीओ सध्या खूप चर्चेत आहे. एका बाजूला कुंभमेळ्यावर हजारो कोटी रुपये उधळले जातात तर दुसरीकडे मात्र विद्यार्थ्यांना शाळेत जायला धड रस्ताही नसतो. आपली समस्या मार्मिकपणे मांडणाऱ्या ग्रामीण महाराष्ट्रातील या alpha gen z पिढीचे कौतुक वाटते.
My wife shouting from the living room: "I hope you haven't spent your entire month's salary on something unnecessary and expensive again"
Me: "DON'T COME IN THE BATHROOM"
I needed to move a sofa.
I mentioned this to an American. He said, "You know anybody with a truck?"
I did not know anybody with a truck.
He looked at me with real concern. Not pity. Concern. The way you look at a man who has told you he does not have a name.
"You gotta know somebody with a truck."
I asked how one acquires such a person.
He said, "You just do."
This is the third time I have received that answer in this country. It is the answer to everything here. You just do. There is no process. There is only the eventual fact of having.
He said, "Ask Kevin."
I do not know a Kevin. He said Kevin like I should. He said it the way you say a shared uncle.
I met Kevin four days later. Kevin owns a truck. Kevin does not own a truck for himself. Nobody owns a truck for themselves. Kevin owns a truck for a fifteen mile radius.
Inside I said: THIS MAN HAS TAKEN A VOW. HE DID NOT ANNOUNCE IT. HE SIMPLY PURCHASED A BED AND ACCEPTED THE CONSEQUENCES.
Kevin arrived on Saturday. He brought the truck. He also brought a second man.
I had not asked for a second man.
The second man's name is Tony. Tony came because Kevin came. Tony did not know me. Tony did not ask what we were moving. Tony brought gloves.
They moved the sofa in eleven minutes.
I offered them money. Both of them laughed at the same time, which felt rehearsed and was not.
I asked what I owed them.
Kevin said, "Buy the pizza."
That is the price. That is the entire economy. The truck costs one pizza and the pizza is not negotiable and the pizza is also not expensive and everyone knows what size.
Inside I said: THE FEE IS FIXED ACROSS THE ENTIRE NATION AND WAS SET BY NO ONE.
We ate on the floor because the sofa was against the wall and none of us wanted to be the first to sit on it.
Tony told me his daughter plays soccer. I asked if she is good. He said, "She's aggressive."
I still think about that.
Three weeks later, Kevin texted me.
"You free Sunday? Helping Tony move a fridge."
He did not ask if I wanted to. He informed me of a fridge.
Inside I said: I HAVE BEEN CALLED UP. I DID NOT ENLIST. THE PAPERS WERE FILED ON MY BEHALF.
I went. I moved the fridge. I have no truck. I contributed only arms.
Afterward, a man I had never met asked me if I knew anybody with a truck.
I said, "Yeah, I got a guy."
I have a guy.
I am somebody's guy now, too. Tony has told two people about me.
He describes me as "the guy who's strong for his size."
I have never been prouder of a sentence in my life.
Rest in peace, Sir Garry. There will never, ever be another like you.
It is with a incredibly heavy heart that I hear the news of the passing of the greatest of them all, Sir Garfield Sobers. For anyone who loves this beautiful game, Sir Garry wasn’t just a cricketer; he was the ultimate standard of what a cricketer could be.
When we talk about all-rounders today, we often look at players who can balance two disciplines. But Sir Garry? He was a master of five. He could bat like a dream, bowl fast-medium with the new ball, switch seamlessly to orthodox left-arm spin, bowl wrist spin, and field like a panther at short leg or in the slips. To watch him walk onto a cricket field, with that loose, rhythmic Caribbean stride, collars turned up, was to watch absolute majesty in motion. He played the game with a sublime joy and a fierce, competitive dignity that defined an entire era.
I remember the sheer awe he inspired whenever India played the West Indies. You couldn't take your eyes off him. Even when he was taking the game away from you, you couldn't help but marvel at the genius of the man. His 365 not out stood as a mountain for decades, and those six sixes in an over became the stuff of folklore. Yet, off the field, he was always an absolute gentleman—warm, incredibly generous with his knowledge, and fiercely proud of the game's finest traditions.
Cricket has lost its brightest jewel today. The stands are a little quieter, and the game is poorer without him. My deepest condolences go out to his family, his friends, and to every cricket lover across the Caribbean and the world who is mourning this incomparable loss.