One mother forbade medicines to the dying, converted them, then laughed at the death count; the other mother has provided free treatment to 5.9 million, built 13 million sqft, 95 OT, 101 speciality, 4050 bed hospitals employing 1540 doctors.
The first mother got the Nobel Prize.
A year ago, during #OperationSindoor, our armed forces showcased their valour and gave a firm response to those who attacked our people. Every Indian is proud of our armed forces. As a mark of respect to our forces and their success during #OperationSindoor, let us all change our display pictures on social media, including X, Facebook, Instagram and WhatsApp to the picture shared below.
@poojakaushik08@Abhishekkkk10 Well she is not just any dancer. She is one of the most famous actress in Kerala who is also a trained classical dancer and this performance was in one of the most famous temples of Kerala. Emotions are still valid though.
@kushal_mehra@VarunKrRana Madam did that because UK police is doing exactly what she tagged them for. Look at this data. She just forgot to check that you are not a UK citizen. Imagine if you were. You would have become 12001.
https://t.co/xVw802CXev
I'm seeing quite a bit of comment about this, so I want to make a couple of points.
I'm not owed eternal agreement from any actor who once played a character I created. The idea is as ludicrous as me checking with the boss I had when I was twenty-one for what opinions I should hold these days.
Emma Watson and her co-stars have every right to embrace gender identity ideology. Such beliefs are legally protected, and I wouldn't want to see any of them threatened with loss of work, or violence, or death, because of them.
However, Emma and Dan in particular have both made it clear over the last few years that they think our former professional association gives them a particular right - nay, obligation - to critique me and my views in public. Years after they finished acting in Potter, they continue to assume the role of de facto spokespeople for the world I created.
When you've known people since they were ten years old it's hard to shake a certain protectiveness. Until quite recently, I hadn't managed to throw off the memory of children who needed to be gently coaxed through their dialogue in a big scary film studio. For the past few years, I've repeatedly declined invitations from journalists to comment on Emma specifically, most notably on the Witch Trials of JK Rowling. Ironically, I told the producers that I didn't want her to be hounded as the result of anything I said.
The television presenter in the attached clip highlights Emma's 'all witches' speech, and in truth, that was a turning point for me, but it had a postscript that hurt far more than the speech itself. Emma asked someone to pass on a handwritten note from her to me, which contained the single sentence 'I'm so sorry for what you're going through' (she has my phone number). This was back when the death, rape and torture threats against me were at their peak, at a time when my personal security measures had had to be tightened considerably and I was constantly worried for my family's safety. Emma had just publicly poured more petrol on the flames, yet thought a one line expression of concern from her would reassure me of her fundamental sympathy and kindness.
Like other people who've never experienced adult life uncushioned by wealth and fame, Emma has so little experience of real life she's ignorant of how ignorant she is. She'll never need a homeless shelter. She's never going to be placed on a mixed sex public hospital ward. I'd be astounded if she's been in a high street changing room since childhood. Her 'public bathroom' is single occupancy and comes with a security man standing guard outside the door. Has she had to strip off in a newly mixed-sex changing room at a council-run swimming pool? Is she ever likely to need a state-run rape crisis centre that refuses to guarantee an all-female service? To find herself sharing a prison cell with a male rapist who's identified into the women's prison?
I wasn't a multimillionaire at fourteen. I lived in poverty while writing the book that made Emma famous. I therefore understand from my own life experience what the trashing of women's rights in which Emma has so enthusiastically participated means to women and girls without her privileges.
The greatest irony here is that, had Emma not decided in her most recent interview to declare that she loves and treasures me - a change of tack I suspect she's adopted because she's noticed full-throated condemnation of me is no longer quite as fashionable as it was - I might never have been this honest.
Adults can't expect to cosy up to an activist movement that regularly calls for a friend's assassination, then assert their right to the former friend's love, as though the friend was in fact their mother. Emma is rightly free to disagree with me and indeed to discuss her feelings about me in public - but I have the same right, and I've finally decided to exercise it.
@airtelnews@Airtel_Presence There is no Broadband connectivity in our area in Pune since morning, and no one can give an update or an ETA. What is happening?
@Airtel_Presence I had raised a request for region transfer on my current sim 6 days ago. There is no way I am able to find status of the same. Also, Airtel will only allow to talk to bots in both the chat form as well as customer care call. What to do now?
Shame on those who jumped gun and blamed TATA for not being present at the funeral. Everyone wants to be the first to do it and has no process of verification.
A Final Salute to Captain Sabharwal
With profound grief and heavy hearts, we bid farewell to Captain Sabharwal - an exceptional aviator, a dedicated professional, and a beloved member of the Air India family.
Captain Sabharwal’s unwavering commitment to the skies and his quiet strength on the ground earned him deep respect across the aviation fraternity.
At his funeral today, our COO, Tata Group's HR Head and Communications Head joined his family, friends, and colleagues to pay their respects, share in their pain and grief, and to offer moral support on behalf of the entire Air India and Tata Group family.
We stand in solidarity with his loved ones during this time of immense loss. His memory will continue to inspire us, and his legacy will forever be etched in the heart of Air India.
RIP Captain. You will be missed.
SOME TEARS NEVER DRY
Ever since news broke of the plane crash in Ahmedabad, I have been fighting tears as my mind went back to that fateful day Oct 19, 1988, when another plane had crashed in Ahmedabad. I lost my dearest cousin in that crash.
Initially, I and my family in Mumbai didnt even know he was on that flight. My cousin often had work in Bangalore and he would hop in to Bombay late night, stay with us, and take the first flight back to Ahmedabad. But if the Bangalore-Bombay flight was late, he used to stay back in the airport and take the 6 am Ahmedabad flight.
The shock hit us when my young nephew -my late cousin's son- called from Ahmedabad, at about 9 in the morning, telling me over a very bad STD line that his father may have been on the flight that crashed. "Appa had an open ticket", he said "Can you find out from Indian Airlines in Mumbai if he was in that flight? The Ahmedabad airport doesn’t have the passenger list," he said.
We could not figure out even the phone number to get to the right Indian Airlines desk. I had never been on a plane until then and knew little about airlines offices. My brother rushed to Santacruz airport to physically check at the airlines counter. I got a brainwave to call an influential family friend in Express Towers, who went over to Air India building and phoned me back with the terrible message "Yes, N.S. Subramanian is in the passenger list and his name is not in the survivor list". The toughest task of my life was to call back my little nephew and confirm to him, "Yes Mani Anna was in that flight!".
The airlines arranged to fly my parents and they brought back my bhabhi and her two young children, even as my aged aunt and uncle (parents of the late cousin) arrived from Trivandrum. Oh the grief, the tears, the disbelief, the impossibility of consoling the old parents or the young wife even as were sobbing ourselves. His children, I remember, seemed more shocked. The little daughter probably didn't even grasp the depth of the loss.
Today the two children - my niece and nephew - are well educated successful professionals. One started her career in Microsoft and the other in Mashreq Bank. Bhabhi remained a teacher in Ahmedabad till retirement and spends her time happily between Trivandrum, Dubai and Seattle.
I want to tell all those grieving that my dear ones fought their way through the grief and moved on. I want to tell them the adversity made my young bhabhi, my little niece and nephew stronger, confident and courageous. You all too shall overcome.
Only Aunt never overcame her anguish. She lived two very unhappy years and passed, hopefully joined her loving son.
That cousin, Mani Anna was a loveable, chatty, diligent hardworking guy, the first engineer in our family. The eldest of the cousins on my father's side, he was the banyan tree of the family. We never got over his absence.
The family whatsapp group today is brimming with heart rending memories of the day. Some memories never fade. Some tears never dry.
Thank you now, in future and forever to the men & women of our security forces.
And to your families.
No matter how many times we say this, it won’t be enough. 🇮🇳🙏🏽