Perisic es inmortal. El hombre definitivo. Tiene 37 años, se ha roto el cruzado, lo ponen de delantero, de extremo, de carrilero, de lateral. Y aparece SIEMPRE.
Goles en los CUATRO Mundiales que ha jugado y en Eurocopas. Ya es para darle el status de leyenda.
Loads of strikers would have laid that out a pass to the right winger there. The very best take responsibility themselves because they know they can produce world class actions. HARRY KANE.
Now that BJP is in West Bengal, it's only fair we pronounce it correctly.
Bhaarotiyo Jonotaa Party, led by Shubhendu Odhikaari, overseen by Norendro Modi.
Please.
Let me explain what just happened today because it deserves so much recognition.
GalaxEye is a Bengaluru startup founded in 2021 by IIT Madras engineers. Today they launched Mission Drishti on a SpaceX Falcon 9. It is India's largest privately built satellite at 190 kg. And it carries a technology that no commercial satellite has ever carried before.
Normal satellites take photos of the Earth using optical cameras. Like your phone camera, but from 500 km up. The problem is obvious. Clouds. Night. Fog. Smoke. If any of these are in the way, the photo is useless. India has monsoon cover for 4 months a year. That is 4 months where optical satellites are partially or fully blind over large parts of the country.
The alternative is SAR. Synthetic Aperture Radar. Instead of taking photos with light, it sends radar waves down and reads what bounces back. Radar goes through clouds, through darkness, through smoke. A SAR satellite can image a flooded village at 2 AM during a cyclone when no optical satellite can see anything.
The problem with SAR is that the images look nothing like photos. They look like grainy black-and-white radar maps. A military analyst or a trained geospatial engineer can read them. A farmer, a disaster response team, or a city planner cannot.
Until today, if you wanted both optical and SAR data for the same location, you needed two different satellites, passing over at different times, at different angles. Then someone had to manually align and fuse the two datasets. Expensive, slow, and the data never perfectly matched because the satellites saw the same spot minutes or hours apart.
GalaxEye put both sensors on one satellite. Optical and SAR, fused into what they call OptoSAR. Three times more information than a single sensor. Processed onboard by an NVIDIA AI chip at 1.8 metre resolution.
Now in practice, during the next cyclone hitting Odisha, one satellite pass gives you a clear image of which villages are flooded, which roads are cut, and which buildings are standing. Day or night. Cloud or clear. In near real-time.
For defence, it means you can monitor a border area 24/7 regardless of weather. For agriculture, it means tracking crop health across an entire monsoon season without a single cloud gap. For infrastructure, it means monitoring construction progress on highways and bridges without waiting for a clear day.
GalaxEye tested their SAR tech on ISRO's POEM orbital platform. The satellite was tested at ISRO facilities. IN-SPACe provided regulatory clearance. NSIL, ISRO's commercial arm, will distribute the imagery globally. And it launched on SpaceX because ISRO's PSLV doesn't have the right orbit slot for this mission.
Yes, four IIT Madras graduates built a world-first satellite in 4 years in Bengaluru.
Take a bow!
Seoul demolished a six-lane elevated highway running through downtown in 2003. Engineers had predicted gridlock. They were wrong. Travel times across the city dropped. When every driver picks the same fastest route, removing it forces them to spread out. The rest of the city moves better.
In January 2006, Stockholm started charging drivers a small fee to enter the center at rush hour. Within a few weeks, 100,000 fewer car trips happened downtown each day. People shifted to trains, off-peak times, working from home, or skipping the trip. Congestion on the main roads fell 30 to 50 percent. Air pollution dropped, and childhood asthma attacks fell along with it. American economists confirmed the link in a 2018 study.
Singapore went earlier and harder. Their road toll system started in 1998, and the price changes every 30 minutes based on how fast traffic is moving. If a road gets too crowded, the fee goes up. If it's flowing fine, the fee drops. On day one, average rush hour speeds jumped from 35 to 55 kilometers per hour.
Tokyo bet on trains. Tokyo Metro moves 6.8 million riders a day. 99.8 percent of those trains arrive on time. On Japan's main bullet train route, the average delay is 1.6 minutes per trip across a full year.
Copenhagen rebuilt its streets for bikes. Almost half of all trips to work or school happen by bike. Bikes outnumber cars five to one. One bridge in the city center handles 40,000 cyclists a day.
Hong Kong took the most extreme path. 90 percent of daily commutes happen on public transit, the highest share in the world. Cars handle just 10 percent. The whole city is built around trains, buses, and minibuses.
The joke maps onto the answer. Every city that solved rush hour put fewer people on the road at the same time. They staggered work hours. They charged people to drive at peak times. They built alternatives that beat driving. In a few cases, they ripped out the roads.
The 5pm crush is a design failure. Cities that decided to fix it, fixed it.
Confessions and realities
42M, 55LPA
I am a 42-year-old man with a senior job in IT. I have a house in Chennai, a supportive wife, and two children. On paper, everything about my life looks perfect. I have achieved all the things society says a man should achieve.
In my twenties, life felt different. I had friends to spend time with. We would hang out at Marina Beach and Besant Nagar beach, watch movies at Rohini, Udayam, and Kasi theatres, and ride around Mount Road on my RX100.
In my thirties, I had colleagues to talk with over tea breaks. We would discuss apartments, onsite trips, and share random stories about life and work.
But now, in my forties, life has turned into a quiet routine. My phone rarely rings for anything personal. Most calls are about office work, bank alerts, or someone from home asking me to pick up milk on the way back.
The loneliness of a man in his forties is unusual. I am not physically alone, but I often feel like a machine.
When I enter my home, I am simply “Appa.” I am the person who pays school fees, fixes the Wi-Fi, and handles repairs. My wife is busy with her work and the kids. My children are teenagers now, living in their own worlds and their own rooms. They love me, but they mostly see me as the person who provides comfort and stability. They no longer see me as an individual.
At the office, I am the senior person. I am expected to have all the answers. I cannot tell my team that I feel tired. I cannot tell my boss that I sometimes struggle to keep up with new technologies. I must appear confident and strong, even when I quietly worry about the future.
Sometimes I drive home slowly from work just to spend a few extra minutes in the car. I listen to songs from my college days.
For those fifteen minutes, I am not a manager or a father. I am simply myself again.
I realize that I have not had a real conversation about my feelings with anyone in years.
My old friends now exist mostly as names on WhatsApp. We send “Happy Birthday” or “Congratulations” messages, but rarely talk. When we meet at weddings, our conversations revolve around our children’s grades or the cars we drive. We never talk about what we actually feel.
The hardest part is that I cannot even complain. If I tell my family that I feel lonely, they look confused and say, “But we are all here with you.”
They do not understand that a person can be surrounded by people and still feel like they are on a desert island.
Society teaches men that if they provide money and security, they have succeeded in life.
But no one teaches us how to deal with the silence that comes with it.
I have built a beautiful life for everyone around me, but sometimes it feels like there is no space left for me inside it.
And maybe… this is what life in your forties feels like.
Agree, but also will never make sense of the fact that KKR bid till around 10 crore for Shreyas Iyer before pulling out. Then went up to 23.75 for Venkatesh, who they then released this year!
Venkatesh, of course, had been retained over Gill in 2021...
a friend of mine asked a woman out after talking with her for weeks. she smiled and said no, i’m not really interested like that, sorry. years ago, he might have tried again, maybe sent flowers, planned something thoughtful, put in extra effort. back then, that was seen as romance.
this time, he just nodded and said no worries, then left it there. no second attempt and no pressure.
months later she told a mutual friend she was surprised he didn’t try harder, but that’s the shift most people miss. a lot of men aren’t less interested, they’re just more careful now.
they grew up hearing persistence was attractive, but today that same persistence can easily be read as pressure. so the rule changed quietly. ask once, respect the answer and move on not because the interest isn’t there, but because effort feels safer when it’s clearly returned.
In the olden days, when ships used to dock in Mumbai, they used to tie their boats to the door at the harbour.
The Sanskrit word for tie is Bandh and for a door, is Dwar. So the place they tied a boat was called BandhDwar.
The word then travelled to Persia and became Bandar or Bunder. Which meant port or harbour
So any place in Mumbai which has the word Bunder in it, was a place where once upon a time boats used to dock.
So the place where boats used to dock and had a lot of sacks in it, became BoriBunder
The port where Palla or Hilsa fish was available became Palla Bunder, which then transformed to Apollo Bunder
The port where the Portuguese traded Horses with the Arabs, became Ghodbunder
And a port which had no particular significance was called Bunder. In Marathi, this became Vandre. Which over a period of time became what we
know today as Bandra
The word Bunder in Mumbai is not just a pointless word.
It actually represents Mumbai's maritime heritage and importance
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My man said something to me that really stuck.
He told me, “I’m not here to control you. I’m not your dad, I’m your partner. You���re free to make your own choices. Just understand that every choice has consequences. If you choose something that damages what we’ve built, that’s on you.”
He said, “I’ll always tell you when something hurts me or crosses a boundary, because that’s what healthy communication looks like. But if you keep stepping over the line after I’ve shown you where it is, then you were never really protecting us to begin with.”
And honestly, that’s what accountability in a relationship sounds like.
As much as I claim to be nonchalant, I can be a simp for someone I really like.
>>> Fast replies
>>> Apologizing without being asked
>>> Reassurance
>>> Double texting
>>> Asking to talk every time
>>> Flaunting my partner and co.