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🚨Repost for Help : Kargil War hero Shankar Singh has been chained for 13 years- share as possible don't just skip
An ex-army soldier from Rajasthan fought for India in the 1999 Kargil War.
After returning, he developed severe mental illness. For the last 13 years, his family has been forced to keep him chained at home for safety.
His wife says they spent everything on treatment and begged authorities for help — but got none.
This brave soldier who defended the nation now needs our help.
Share to raise voice for veteran welfare.
Better treatment & support needed urgently.
Jai Hind 🇮🇳
Credit: Shankar Singh family 🙏
I do not get the reason for increasing the number of MP/MLA's by #Delimitation . The country is already burdened by inefficient ,corrupt democratic system.Why add another 300/ 1000 leeches to suck the blood of common citizen?@PMOIndia@HMOIndia who would pay for this ?
@dcprohinidelhi@TajinderBagga Where does the question of breach of peace comes from?Clearly the butcher is at fault and should be punished. Why such cowardly attitude ?
"The Man Behind the Mask: The Soldier Who Cheated Death in Pulwama and Saved Lives in Wayanad."🇮🇳
You might have seen a photo of an Indian Army officer wearing a hard shell mask over his face. You probably scrolled past it, thinking it was tactical gear or a style choice.
It isn’t.
That mask hides a face that took 3 bullets for you. That mask covers a jaw that was shattered, so you could sleep safely.
This is the story of Lt. Col. Rishi Rajalakshmi (Nair), the man they call "India's Most Fearless."
THE NIGHTMARE IN PULWAMA (2017)
-->It was March 4, 2017. Tral, Pulwama. Intel confirmed that terrorists were fortified inside a civilian house. It was a death trap. Sending men in was suicide; bombing it from afar would kill civilians.
-->Major Rishi (then with 42 Rashtriya Rifles) made a choice that defies human instinct. He didn't order his men to go. He volunteered to go himself.
-->His mission was to plant an IED to bring down the specific section of the house hiding the terrorists.
THE IMPACT
As he crawled into the kill zone, all hell broke loose.
-->Bullet 1: Grazed his helmet.
-->Bullet 2: Tore through his nose.
-->Bullet 3: Shattered his jaw completely.
-->Most men would die from the shock alone. Others would collapse. Rishi? He kept firing.
-->With his face mutilated, blood pouring out, and unable to speak, he refused to evacuate until the terrorists were neutralized and his team was safe. He didn't just survive; he ensured the mission was a success.
THE RESURRECTION
-->The aftermath was brutal. 28 major surgeries. A face reconstructed from bone grafts and metal plates. A permanent loss of normal speech and eating abilities.
-->The Medical Board prepared his discharge papers. "You've done enough, soldier. Go home."
-->But Lt. Col. Rishi had other plans. He didn't want a pension; he wanted his uniform. He rehabilitated himself with a ferocity that scared even his doctors.
He returned to active duty.
THE WAYANAD SAVIOR (2024)
Years later, when the devastating landslides hit Wayanad, Kerala, who was leading the rescue on the ground?
The Masked Man.
Lt. Col. Rishi Rajalakshmi was there, wading through mud and death, pulling his own people out of the debris. From fighting terrorists in Kashmir to saving civilians in Kerala, his war for India never ended.
WE HAVE FAILED HIM
We live in a society that will make a stranger famous for a 15-second dance reel, yet we scroll right past the man who literally sacrificed his face to keep us safe. We feast on hollow entertainment while he eats through a tube. That mask isn't a choice; it’s the receipt for our freedom, and the fact that we don't know his name is our collective shame.
Lt. Col. Rishi Rajalakshmi is not just a soldier; he is a living testament to the fact that the Indian Army is not made of flesh and blood, but of iron and will.
Don't let this story die on your timeline.
RT this. Share this.
Make sure the world knows the name Lt. Col. Rishi Rajalakshmi.
Jai Hind. 🇮🇳🫡
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Brutal Astrological Laws Everyone Should Know (Undeniable)
1. Wake Up Before Sunrise (Sun) → The Sun is the King. If you sleep while the King rises, you are not a ruler; you are a subject. Early rising fixes a weak Sun and builds authority.
2. Sweat Every Day (Mars) → Mars governs muscle, blood, and war. A sedentary life kills your Mars. Lift heavy, run fast, or fight. Physical
weakness = weak will.
3. Respect Your Time (Saturn) → Saturn is the Judge of Karma. Wasting time on cheap entertainment invites Saturn's wrath (poverty and delay). Discipline is the only offering he accepts.
4. Control Your Tongue (Mercury) → Mercury is intellect and speech. Gossip, lying, and verbal diarrhea drain your intellectual power. Speak with purpose or stay silent.
5. Respect Women & Hygiene (Venus) → Venus is luxury and semen. You want wealth? Respect the feminine energy and keep yourself groomed. A dirty room and a dirty mind repel prosperity.
6. Master Your Mind (Moon) → The Moon rules emotions. If you react to every little problem, your Moon is debilitated. Meditation isn't optional; it's the anchor for a chaotic mind.
7. Honor Your Teachers & Elders (Jupiter) → Jupiter is wisdom and expansion. Mocking wisdom or disrespecting mentors blocks your luck. Arrogance shrinks your destiny.
8. Stop The Addiction Loop (Rahu) → Rahu is the smoke, the illusion, the scroll. Porn, gambling, and doom-scrolling feed the demon. Starve the distraction to find your direction.
9. Detach to Conquer (Ketu) → Ketu is liberation. If you are desperate for a result, you will never get it. Do the work and let go of the outcome.
10. Action Beats Prediction (Karma) → Your chart is a map, not a sentence. A strong will can override a weak placement. Sitting around waiting for a "good Dasha" is for losers.
11. Charity Without Expectation → Hoarding energy blocks flow. Giving (money, time, strength) clears karmic debt. If you are tight-fisted, the universe will be tight-fisted with you.
Fix your habits. Exalt your planets.
A MUST. MUST READ.
1942.
Rangoon.
While most Indians remember freedom through textbooks, one 15-year-old girl lived it through sacrifice.
Her name was Saraswati Rajamani.
Born into obscene wealth.
A mansion. Silk dresses. Diamonds. Cars.
Her father owned a gold mine.
But destiny didn’t want her to live behind curtains.
It wanted her in shadows.
That day, Rangoon shook.
Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose stood before the crowd and thundered:
“Give me blood, and I will give you freedom.”
Something ignited inside that teenage girl.
She didn’t clap.
She didn’t cheer.
She removed every ornament from her body — necklace, bangles, earrings — and donated them to the Azad Hind Fauj. On the spot.
The next morning, an army jeep stopped outside her mansion.
Netaji himself stepped out.
He came to return the jewellery.
He thought it was emotion. Impulse. Youth.
Rajamani looked him straight in the eye and said:
“Netaji, I did not give it by mistake.
I gave it to my country.
And I never take back what I give.”
Netaji saw it instantly.
Not a girl.
Steel.
He renamed her “Saraswati.”
And said:
“I don’t want you with a gun.
Your task will be harder.”
Her long hair was cut.
Loose clothes replaced silk.
Saraswati Rajamani became “Mani.”
Her mission: espionage.
At 16, the girl who slept on cushioned beds worked inside British military mess halls, disguised as a boy.
Polishing boots.
Serving tea.
Sweeping floors.
The British officers laughed freely, confident these “local boys” understood nothing.
Right in front of them, they planned bombings.
Supply routes.
INA movements.
Mani listened.
Memorised.
Recorded everything in her mind.
Later, she scribbled notes in washrooms, hid them in shoes and bread, and smuggled intelligence to Netaji.
Day after day.
One mistake away from death.
Then the nightmare struck.
Her partner Durga was captured.
INA’s rule was brutal but clear:
Never be taken alive.
Everyone told Mani to flee.
She refused.
“My friend is captured.
I won’t run.”
At night, disguised again, she entered the British prison.
Drugged the guards.
Stole the keys.
Freed Durga.
As they escaped, alarms screamed.
Searchlights cut through darkness.
Shots rang out.
Mani was hit in the leg.
She didn’t stop.
Stopping meant death.
They vanished into the forest.
Hunted by soldiers and dogs.
They survived by climbing a tree and hiding there for three days — wounded, feverish, silent — while British patrols searched below.
Eventually, they escaped.
Back at INA camp, Mani collapsed.
As doctors removed the bullet, Netaji saluted the teenager and said:
“I didn’t know our army hid such explosives.
You are India’s first woman spy.
You are my Rani of Jhansi.”
He wanted to gift her his pistol.
She wanted only one thing:
Freedom.
India became free in 1947.
And then India forgot her.
No chapter.
No spotlight.
No gratitude.
The girl who gave her youth, blood, and family wealth lived her final years in a small rented room in Chennai.
Her pension delayed.
Her life ignored.
Yet she never complained.
During the 2004 tsunami, when people begged for aid, this old woman — who struggled for her own medicines — donated her savings for relief.
When asked why, she smiled:
“Giving is in my blood.”
In 2018, at 91, Saraswati Rajamani passed away quietly.
No national mourning.
No breaking news.
No outrage.
But remember this:
Free India stands on the courage of a 15-year-old girl who chose the nation over comfort, silence over safety, and sacrifice over recognition.
Her name was Saraswati Rajamani.
History forgot her.
We must not.
Having won in 1971 and letting Bangladesh become an independent nation, claiming that it was not like other Islamic nation was International version of - Mera Abdul waisa nahin hai.
[TRIGGER WARNING]
A Hindu man, Dipu Chandra Das, lynched and burned alive by a radical Islamist mob in Bangladesh.
Now you can feel better by asking, “Where is the US?” or “Where is the UN?” but trust me, nobody cares about a community that doesn’t care for its own. To explain my point: had this man been Palestinian and the perpetrators Israeli, Hindus only would have been erupting in outrage across social media like wildfire. Hindu intellectuals, actors, sportspersons, journalists, authors, everyone would have gone bonkers.
Because that’s the in thing. Hindu lives are not. So why should the world care? It’s not their responsibility. It’s ours, more so India’s. When India was divided, minorities were given assurances of protection by both India and undivided Pakistan to stay where they were, under the Nehru–Liaquat Pact. India is bound by the pact to safeguard them. But are we doing enough for them?
Last quarter I rolled out Microsoft Copilot to 4,000 employees.
$30 per seat per month.
$1.4 million annually.
I called it "digital transformation."
The board loved that phrase.
They approved it in eleven minutes.
No one asked what it would actually do.
Including me.
I told everyone it would "10x productivity."
That's not a real number.
But it sounds like one.
HR asked how we'd measure the 10x.
I said we'd "leverage analytics dashboards."
They stopped asking.
Three months later I checked the usage reports.
47 people had opened it.
12 had used it more than once.
One of them was me.
I used it to summarize an email I could have read in 30 seconds.
It took 45 seconds.
Plus the time it took to fix the hallucinations.
But I called it a "pilot success."
Success means the pilot didn't visibly fail.
The CFO asked about ROI.
I showed him a graph.
The graph went up and to the right.
It measured "AI enablement."
I made that metric up.
He nodded approvingly.
We're "AI-enabled" now.
I don't know what that means.
But it's in our investor deck.
A senior developer asked why we didn't use Claude or ChatGPT.
I said we needed "enterprise-grade security."
He asked what that meant.
I said "compliance."
He asked which compliance.
I said "all of them."
He looked skeptical.
I scheduled him for a "career development conversation."
He stopped asking questions.
Microsoft sent a case study team.
They wanted to feature us as a success story.
I told them we "saved 40,000 hours."
I calculated that number by multiplying employees by a number I made up.
They didn't verify it.
They never do.
Now we're on Microsoft's website.
"Global enterprise achieves 40,000 hours of productivity gains with Copilot."
The CEO shared it on LinkedIn.
He got 3,000 likes.
He's never used Copilot.
None of the executives have.
We have an exemption.
"Strategic focus requires minimal digital distraction."
I wrote that policy.
The licenses renew next month.
I'm requesting an expansion.
5,000 more seats.
We haven't used the first 4,000.
But this time we'll "drive adoption."
Adoption means mandatory training.
Training means a 45-minute webinar no one watches.
But completion will be tracked.
Completion is a metric.
Metrics go in dashboards.
Dashboards go in board presentations.
Board presentations get me promoted.
I'll be SVP by Q3.
I still don't know what Copilot does.
But I know what it's for.
It's for showing we're "investing in AI."
Investment means spending.
Spending means commitment.
Commitment means we're serious about the future.
The future is whatever I say it is.
As long as the graph goes up and to the right.
Due to the immense backlash received for this review from Dstocks, it will be taken down shortly.
To push someone like Tamil Labs to withdraw a review is the absolute pits! Threatening and harassing everyone who disagrees with something as fleeting as a film is such a disgrace.
What next? Mannu lorry from Kaveri shore will accidentally run over their bikes? Sewage will accidentally be dumped into their house?
It’s shameful what this Dravidian state’s Peter Sandhu space has turned into. A space where I grew up to love films cautiously, see deeply and debate fiercely is now a blood curdling Dstock pit.
My heart goes out to myself for taking the punches and facing the heat.
If you don't stand in solidarity with me, you are all fascists. Begging you all to give me my well deserved victim card alms. What do you mean I should take have the courage and responsibility to stand by my words? Stop victim shaming.
I am a feminizt, I take no responsibility, I accept only positive validation and virtual hugs from soul sisters.
Many if not all, must've read this one... It's a funny one...
A non medical student attended a Medical exam by mistake.
See his answers...
The last one is the ultimate!!
😂😂😂😂
1. Antibody - One who hates his body .
2. Artery - Study of Fine Paintings or military, not sure.
3. Bacteria - Back door of a Cafeteria .
4. Coma - Punctuation Mark .
5. Gall Bladder - Bladder of a Girl .
6. Genes - Blue Denim.
7. Labour Pain - Hurt at Work .
8. Liposuction - A French Kiss .
9. Ultrasound - Radical Sound that is above human hearing capacity, such as wife's talk.
10. Cardiology - Advanced Study of Playing Cards .....
11. dyspepsia : difficulty in drinking pepsi.
12.Chicken Pox- A Non-Veg. continental dish.
13.CT Scan: Test for identifying person's
city
14.Radiology- the study of how Radio works
15.Parotitis : information about the parrots.
ULTIMATE-------!!!!!!
16. Urology: the study of european people
💊🩺💉💊🩺💉🩺💊
#FunTastic
In a viral Ilreel, content creator Swati Patel visited the historic Maa Tara Chandi Temple in Sasaram, Bihar, one of the 51 Shakti Peethas dedicated to Goddess Tara Chandi, nestled in a natural cave amid the Kaimur Hills.
To her dismay, she discovered a masjid situated on the upper floor of the same structure, prompting her to question a local priest who offered no explanation. The video, highlighting this unusual coexistence of a Hindu temple and mosque in the same building, has sparked widespread online controversy, with viewers accusing it of religious encroachment and demanding historical investigations into the site’s origins.
A 13-year-old boy, a national-level skater with six medals, made a childish mistake.
He brought a phone to school, recorded a class video, and uploaded it. A minor lapse, not a crime. But the Principal behaved as if she were some colonial-era viceroy dispensing punishments, not an educator handling a teenager.
Instead of guiding him, she threatened to “end his career,” “take away his medals,” and suspend him, punishments entirely disproportionate to the mistake.
The boy apologised 52 times in four minutes, but the Principal, consumed by her own sense of authority, didn’t show a shred of empathy. No patience, no corrective instinct, no understanding, just the arrogant, self-important behaviour that too many Indians slip into the moment they get a chair and a nameplate.
Humiliated and terrified, the child jumped from the third floor. He survived, but he has fractures in both legs, spinal injuries, and more. His future in skating is uncertain now.
Bodhi International School, Ratlam (MP).