My salute to the Indian pilot Captain Smit Machchhar for his extraordinary bravery.
Despite being stabbed and seriously injured, he fought back, resisted, opened the cockpit door, and enabled passengers and crew to overpower the attacker — preventing a catastrophic mid-air disaster.
He saved the lives of 174 people, including Israeli citizens and other nationals.
I wish Captain Machchhar a speedy and full recovery.
He is a true hero.
Hello @kritisanon,
1. Don't play the woman card. You were not criticized for your gender, but for your choice of clothes in an ad. You are bringing gender into this to make it a women's issue and seek wider support from women and male feminists. It's not a gender issue. Even Ranveer Singh was criticized on Twitter for a nude photoshoot. He didn't play the gender card.
2. Personal choice stops where public commercialization begins. What you wear off-camera is entirely your prerogative. You've been in this business for years. Until now, nobody bothered you about your choice of clothes. You know why? Because nobody actually cares what you wear. The outrage here comes from a commercial choice: sexualizing a deeply sacred festival celebrated by millions. Context dictates appropriateness. If a male actor appeared bare-chested while portraying the brother in that exact scene, the public pushback would be identical. The issue is sacredness and context, not gender.
3. Claiming "clothes don't define culture" directly contradicts human history. Attire is a foundational visual language of every global tradition, you cannot wear a Kimono and call it Indian ethnic wear, nor can you strip a festival of its sacred aesthetic without altering its significance. If attire truly has zero bearing on cultural respect, then tomorrow is Eid. Can you wear that exact same outfit you wore in that ad and wish Eid Mubarak? You said clothes don't define the respect you have for culture in your heart. So do it and we'll take our criticism back.
Respecting a tradition means honoring its context, not commodifying it under the guise of fashion.
Relevance has no retirement age.
If Tukaram Omble had looked at his age at 54, he wouldn’t have tried to catch Ajmal Kasab. He would have said, ‘Let somebody from Gen Z come and catch the terrorist.’
That is not how institutions work.
🧵THREAD: A dangerous narrative is spreading online (claiming it happened "on our watch" or in our "oceanic backyard") blaming the Indian Navy for "allowing" the US to sink the Iranian warship IRIS Dena. This is geographically ignorant and legally illiterate stance. Let’s look at the facts.👇
Any Twitter account displaying “South Asia” as its location should, by default, be treated as Bangladeshi or Pakistani unless there is evidence to the contrary.
“South Asia” is not a default setting on Twitter; it is a manual choice. An Indian has no reason to hide behind a vague regional label, but users from Bangladesh and Pakistan do, especially to carry out psyops designed to stoke proxy conflicts and dissent within India.
“All gave some. Some gave all.”
Inspector Ashish Sharma, one of the finest officers of Madhya Pradesh’s elite anti-Maoist Hawk Force, fell in the forests of Rajnandgaon while fighting Maoists.
A two-time gallantry award winner, he was the man the police sent when the job was impossibly difficult. A farmer’s son from Narsinghpur, he was just two months away from his wedding, as per Navbharat Times.
Sharing this because the heroism and sacrifices of our security forces should dominate media and social media. But sadly, we’ve normalised the opposite. The moment a terrorist is neutralised, the narrative instantly shifts to emotional sob stories about their “circumstances,” while real heroes like Ashish Sharma barely get a fraction of that attention.
Om Shanti.
In the forest of Coexistence-pura, rabbits and the wolves lived peacefully, at least according to the rabbits who kept repeating the word until they believed it.
Then came the Pardesi wolves, from another jungle, who began hunting rabbits openly. At night. In daylight. In fields. Everywhere. The rabbits ran to the desi wolves, their own forest mates, and pleaded for help. The desi wolves, some of them pretended to care, some didn’t, but effectively did nothing except look away.
As the killings grew systematic, the rabbits finally understood that staying alive was optional in Coexistence-pura. So they fled, by road, in trucks, in the dark, with nothing but fear and each other, to a new forest called Fringe-pura, where they were at least not outnumbered.
The rabbits from Fringe-pura asked questions to the rabbits who came from Coexistence-pura: “How did your neighbour wolves stay silent when you were hunted? Why did they pretend not to see your plight? Why was your fear inconvenient for them?”
This upset the Wise Rabbits Council, the self-appointed intellectual class of rabbits who believed it was their sacred responsibility to manage everyone’s morality. They rushed back to Coexistence-pura, heads bowed, seeking permission to speak.
The desi wolves were deeply wounded. Emotionally, of course. They explained that the Pardesi wolves were to blame for everything, and mentioning what happened to rabbits would hurt the image of the desi wolves who watched quietly. They asked how the rabbits could be so insensitive, so ungrateful, so inconsiderate of the desi wolves’ reputation.
The Wise Rabbits apologised for the pain their class inflicted on the wolves by complaining when they were eaten, and returned to inform the rest:
Talking about being hunted is hate speech. Remembering is divisive. Grief must be silent, or it is dangerous. Some rabbits nodded. Some rabbits questioned. The ones who questioned were labeled fringe, extremists, troublemakers, and anti-harmony.
And now, whenever a rabbit is harmed anywhere, the desi wolves don’t need to explain anything. They don’t need to deny, condemn, or even pretend. The Wise Rabbits Council does the job automatically: “Not all wolves.” “Stop generalizing.” “Let’s move on.” “Think of unity.” “Rabbits must heal wolf feelings.”
Rabbits continued to vanish from the forest floor, but the Wise Rabbits Council was busy attending forest seminars and collecting awards for maintaining unity. The desi wolves admired them deeply. Nothing impresses a predator like prey that shushes other prey.
Historic and exemplary!
Congratulations to Gukesh D on his remarkable accomplishment. This is the result of his unparalleled talent, hard work and unwavering determination.
His triumph has not only etched his name in the annals of chess history but has also inspired millions of young minds to dream big and pursue excellence.
My best wishes for his future endeavours. @DGukesh