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
Nitin Gadkari is the Minister for Highways. He won't comment on the dismal state of highways, potholes, and new bridges.
Hardeep Puri is the Petroleum Minister, but all the talking about ethanol is done by Gadkari.
Nitin Gadkari’s son's company, Cian Agro, is minting money selling ethanol. The conflict of interest is glaring. If we raise such issues, we are termed Pakistanis.
Even RW supporters who own vehicles are suffering with this forced ethanol implementation. Abdul ko tight karne ke chakkar me tum khud tight ho rahe ho.
I'm also willing to bet that the whole H1B outrage in the US is almost entirely stage managed by China, it's proxies and other anti India interests. This isn't the first time China has run this playbook and won't be the last.
https://t.co/HcG3FftwbI
BJP is launching a silent attack on vehicle owners, like how they pushed covid vaccines and then blamed lifestyle for sudden death.
Congratulations in advance to every Indian for scrapping their petrol / diesel vehicles, because a road minister decided to shove Ethanol and Iso Butanol in fuel tanks, without even having compatible vehicles.
Mark my tweet. This man will be the strongest reason for BJP's brutal fall. Karma will screw them in ways, that even KS cannot imagine.
Vinashakale Vipareetha Buddhi
While everyone gets busy with cockroach party and Annamalai and so on, remember more than 20 lakh kids are sitting at their homes and hostels and revising over and over for their Re-NEET exams to be held on 21st June. Some have even lost their lives which is heart wrenching beyond grief and sorrow. Keep them in your prayers and well wishes. 🙏 #NEET2026
Islam friendly gym in palakkad. Ok.
I urge Hindus to open Hindu only Gym.
Neither trainer nor client should be Muslims.
All Hindus send their women only to these gyms.
Learn from mistakes of others.
Vrishabhavathi River Born at the feet of Doddabasavana Gudi, now Bengaluru’s Poison River.
Once a sacred, life-giving stream, the 69-km-long Vrishabhavathi River has been turned into a toxic sewer by decades of criminal neglect. It drains nearly half of Bengaluru and carries around 500 Million Litres per Day (500 MLD) of untreated or poorly treated sewage, industrial effluents, and solid waste. For 6–9 months a year, raw sewage dominates its flow.
BOD levels routinely exceed 100 mg/L (permissible limit: 3–5 mg/L). COD has hit shocking highs one intercepted industrial tanker showed 69,000 mg/L, thousands of times above safe limits. Heavy metals, plastics, and deadly contaminants have earned it the name “Visha-bhavathi” (Poison River).
Just days ago, a 40-year-old mother elephant died an agonising death after drinking this contaminated water in the Maggur forest area of the Cauvery Wildlife Sanctuary. Post-mortem revealed around 35 litres of toxic mix in her stomach. Countless other mute creatures are dying silently. Their cries go unheard by those in power.
This tragedy is not inevitable. Experts have repeatedly shown that with proper sewage diversion, functional STPs, desilting, and strict enforcement, the Vrishabhavathi could supply treated water to nearly half of Bengaluru. Instead, the river flows wasted while the city gasps for water lakes disappearing, groundwater crashing, and tanker mafias thriving.
Shame on the successive Governments of Karnataka Congress, BJP, JD(S), or any coalition. No party has shown real political will. They pour thousands of crores into vanity projects, flyovers, metro extensions, and photo-op schemes, but treat river revival with contempt.
• The much-hyped ₹391-crore “reboot” plan for Byramangala reservoir has been slammed by independent reports for ignoring root causes and simply pushing pollution downstream onto Kanakapura farmers, who then grow vegetables with toxic water.
• The Karnataka High Court has repeatedly slammed BBMP, KSPCB, and other agencies, imposing costs for inaction on encroachments, sewage dumping, and delays. Yet files keep moving in circles.
• Decades of PILs, expert committee reports, and KSPCB data gather dust on shelves.
To the politicians and respected officers (IAS, KAS, engineers, and pollution control officials): You are equally responsible. You draft reports, sanction funds, conduct “raids,” and then look the other way. You protect industries and real-estate lobbies instead of enforcing laws. You attend seminars on “Smart City” and “Green Bengaluru” while this river dies in front of your eyes. Your silence and selective blindness are enabling this environmental crime.
Bengaluru’s future is literally flowing away as poison. Reviving the Vrishabhavathi is not rocket science it is basic governance and moral duty. What we lack is not money or technology, but integrity and accountability from those who occupy chairs of power.
History will not forgive you. Future generations of Bengaluru and the silent wildlife will curse the politicians who prioritised power and contracts, and the officers who failed to do their duty.
Stop the criminal neglect. Treat Vrishabhavathi as a priority, not an inconvenience. Build and maintain real treatment systems. Enforce laws without fear or favour. Or step aside for those who will.
Save Vrishabhavathi. Save Bengaluru. Save our wildlife.
@CMofKarnataka@PMOIndia@HMOIndia
VC : lofty_land
#VrishabhavathiRiver #SaveBengaluru #RiverRevival #BengaluruWaterCrisis #PoliticalFailure #SaveWildlife
In Mysore, some Northeast migrants (speaking Mizo in this video) are turning residential areas into party spots with drinking & ganja at night claimed by the guy recording the video. The local guy raj_9743 is clearly frustrated after multiple complaints.
Not everyone from Mizoram/Assam does this, but when it becomes regular, it affects peace for families. Landlords & police must act strictly. Enough is enough.
Few people spoiled Bengaluru now it is Mysoru.
#MysoreProblems #NortheastMigrants”
Here is a bunch of Indian women dancing on a South Indian song at the Niagara Falls in the United States.
You won't see people outraging over this because they are not Gujaratis. They are from South India.
The racist attacks are directed only against Gujjus.
@biharigurl Sincerely pray it comes to Karnataka too.Ever since Congress has come to power,the muslims have run amock across Karnataka. Now they are back in Kerala as well.
National Anthem is in Bengali
Vande Mataram is in Bengali
But TVK minister @arunraajkg calls playing these as Sanskrit imposition
How did people like him become IRS without even knowing such basics ?
An old man in our neighborhood died today. He was hospitalized with chest pain three days ago, underwent angioplasty, but passed away in the ICU. His wife had died during the COVID wave, and he had been living alone since then.
His only son lives in Australia and couldn’t come to see his father. Now, I’m not saying that the son is uncaring or abandoned his parents. I don’t know him. Maybe he is really a nice man. The elderly couple used to visit him every year and spend a few months with him. But maybe once you build a life outside, you can’t really come back. Life, distance, responsibilities, things become complicated.
The son hadn’t come to India in nearly 10 years. He couldn’t come for his mother’s last rites due to COVID travel restrictions, and I don’t even know if he’ll be able to come now or will have to arrange his father’s last rites from there itself.
This has stayed with me all day. To think of an old man spending his final years largely alone, losing his partner, and then leaving this world without his son by his side. Even as an unrelated observer, the whole thing feels unbearably sad.
@BoredMallu Wait until you learn that Chennai Loyola college was built on Kapaleeswara temple lands on a 99 yr lease. The lease ended in 1990s .. and the temple hasn't gotten its land back. Nor rental compensation.
And they groom minds to hate the every gods whose land they usurp. Ingrates
Hindi is not acceptable
Sanskrit is not acceptable
But Urdu is
Prayers offered in Urdu by IUML Minister AM Shah Jahan in his office chamber on his first day as Minister in TAMILNADU