As promised.
This video is only about "Whether or not E20 damages the Engine1".
In the end... my chats with some of the more than 30 mechanics I met.
The most important point I missed in the video is...
"There is a greater chance that the engine gets corroded or damaged due to moisture in the air, when the car is kept unused for long, than due to moisture in the Hygroscopic Ethanol"
Other issues... Lower Mileage etc. in the next video.
Nothing is more important than the welfare and future of our youth!
We have decided to set up fast-track courts to ensure swift and stringent punishment for those involved in paper leaks. Have directed the concerned authorities and officials to take all necessary steps in this regard. This continues our series of steps for safeguarding the interests of students.
Those who try to harm the future of our youth will not be spared.
देश के युवाओं का हित और उनका भविष्य हमारी सर्वोच्च प्राथमिकता है।
पेपर लीक के सभी मामलों में दोषियों को जल्द से जल्द कठोर दंड देने के लिए, केस के त्वरित निस्तारण के लिए फास्ट ट्रैक कोर्ट्स का गठन किया जाएगा। इस संबंध में निर्देश दे दिए गए हैं कि संबंधित विभाग आवश्यक कार्रवाई सुनिश्चित करें।
विद्यार्थियों के हितों को सुरक्षित करने के लिए, सरकार द्वारा लिए जा रहे निर्णयों की श्रृंखला में ये एक महत्वपूर्ण कदम है।
युवाओं के भविष्य के साथ खिलवाड़ करने वाले किसी भी व्यक्ति को बख्शा नहीं जाएगा।
I am disturbed because every protest in India seems to have the same script.
1. Abuse Lord Ram.
2. Abuse Bharat Mata.
3. Abuse PM Modi.
4. Abuse PM Modi’s late mother.
5. Abuse Brahmins.
6. Abuse Hindutva.
No discussion.
No solutions.
Only slogans, abuse, and chaos.
The opposition seems to be living under the illusion that one day they will be able to create a Nepal-like situation in India.
No trade deal with the US has even been signed yet, but some farmers are already ready to block Delhi.
This is becoming a circus.
How can a nation progress when so many people are willing to protest first and verify facts later?
To my Indian and Indian-American followers:
I want you to know I’m fully in your corner.
After doing a detailed search, @Grok told me I appear to be the only white American combat veteran on this platform who is consistently and publicly defending Indians and Indian-Americans against the current wave of hate.
I’m not doing this for clout.
I’m doing it because it’s the right thing to do, and I will keep standing up for you.
Just wanted you to know where I stand.
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I am an Indian,
and everyone says I lack civic sense.
They can overturn cars, burn streets,
and vandalize a city after a championship game.
I dance at an airport excited about my first foreign trip, and suddenly I am the face of poor civic sense.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I steal jobs.
They move factories across oceans,
shift profits through tax havens,
and automate entire industries overnight.
I study, compete, earn a visa, work 18 hours a day, sometimes multiple jobs and somehow I am the one stealing jobs and scamming the system.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I am everywhere.
I build your software,
treat your illness,
teach your children,
drive your taxis,
and open your stores.
The world became a village,
yet my presence remains a problem.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I am too loud.
The evening news screams outrage.
Political rallies shake entire cities.
The internet echoes with anger day and night.
I celebrate a wedding, a festival, a victory,
and I am told my joy is too loud.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I smell of curry.
The world smells of gunpowder,
of hatred,
of division,
of endless arguments about race and religion.
I carry the fragrance of spices from my grandmother's kitchen,
and somehow that is what offends.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I have no culture.
I come from a civilization that counted the stars
when much of the world was still learning maps.
I speak languages older than nations.
I celebrate hundreds of traditions,
yet I am told I have no culture.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I am backward.
I send missions to the Moon.
I build vaccines for millions.
I run companies across continents.
Yet a viral video of one fool becomes evidence against a billion people.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I worship celebrities.
I celebrate my favorite actor's success
with flowers, music, and a few glasses of milk.
Others worship influencers who sell outrage, turn every disagreement into a battlefield, and every opinion into a war.
Yet my celebration is the one that makes headlines.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I gather in crowds.
We walk together in processions,
celebrating our faith, our culture, our traditions.
Everyone is welcome.
No shops are looted.
No neighborhoods are burned.
No one is threatened for thinking differently.
We sing.
We dance.
We pray.
And somehow our gathering becomes the problem.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I bring my culture everywhere.
I light a lamp in a foreign land.
I wear a saree in the snow.
I teach my children the language of their grandparents.
Others build walls between neighbors,
argue endlessly over identity,
and forget where they came from.
Yet I am told I should leave my culture behind.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I live in the past.
But my past gave me yoga,
mathematics, philosophy, meditation,
and the idea that the world is one family.
The future keeps borrowing from my past,
while telling me to be embarrassed by it.
I am an Indian,
and everyone says I should be ashamed.
Ashamed of my accent.
Ashamed of my food.
Ashamed of my festivals.
Ashamed of my traditions.
Ashamed of existing.
But I am not ashamed.
I am the child of farmers and philosophers,
scientists and saints, workers and dreamers.
I come from a land that taught the world
that truth can be many-sided,
that all paths deserve respect,
and that the entire world is one family.
Yes, we have flaws. Every nation does.
But judge me by my actions, not by your stereotypes.
For I am an Indian.
And before you tell me what is wrong with me, look honestly at what you have normalized in yourself.
For I am an Indian.
The world may mock my accent,
question my customs,
laugh at my celebrations,
and judge me through a thousand stereotypes.
Yet I stand tall.
For I belong to a civilization older than empires, a culture richer than prejudice, and a people whose spirit refuses to bend.
Jai Hind