Sridhar Valiant Iyer (Modi Ka Parivar)

Just an ordinary man on the road, well read but yearning to know more.

[SriSathya @sathyashrii]

Normalise Vedic Chanting.. ?? YES - NO ??

[Sridhar Valiant Iyer (Modi Ka Parivar) @SridharValiant]

@AmitAgrawl Vijay Arora

[Sridhar Valiant Iyer (Modi Ka Parivar) @SridharValiant]

@LokeshVirat18K Zero administrative experience.

[Rajeev Mantri @RMantri]

My only worry is, his wholesale stupidity makes him relatable to a generation which is wholesomely stupid.

[Mr Sinha @Mrsinha]

Karnataka govt has filed a suo motu case against Hindu activist @Mohan_HJS claiming he was spreading rumours/fake news about Kunal Kamra.

Kamra isn't Kannadiga.
Mohan Gowda is.

Kamra doesn't live in Karnataka.
Mohan Gowda lives in.

Kamra can't speak Kannada.
Mohan Gowda speaks.

This is Congress for you.
They don't care about Karnataka, Kannada etc, they use it just to incite innocents for political benefits. After votes, they work for anti-Hindu elements only.

They don't take action against people spreading fake news against India, Hindus, even Karantaka but take suo motu when it comes to their slaves.

[Sridhar Valiant Iyer (Modi Ka Parivar) @SridharValiant]

@Schandillia Have u visited Dharshini’s like Taaza Tindi , Kappi katte. They have full visible clean kitchens. Mostly simple veg fare. I trust them more than the posh ones. .

[Aaruhi Reddy 🥷 @CuteAaruhi4]

If you want to see terrorists being killed by missiles at 2 AM, vote for the BJP.🚩

If you want to see the Supreme Court opening at 2 AM to declare terrorists innocent, vote for Congress.🤡

The choice is yours: Do you want to be a nationalist or anti-national?🙏

[Aaruhi Reddy 🥷 @CuteAaruhi4]

Today I told my dad,
“Dad, we’ve made Modi Ji PM three times. This time, let’s vote for Rahul Gandhi.”

Dad said, “Okay, beta… but only if you’re ready to 👇

• Stand in line all day for a gas cylinder
• Survive on expensive, limited internet
• Deal with frequent power cuts
• Put up with poor roads and a bad railway system
• Accept poor infrastructure
• Ignore corruption and massive scams
• Live with the fear of terror attacks
• Have no complaints about unemployment and inflation
• Accept dynastic politics

Then sure, go ahead and vote for Rahul Gandhi. 🤡🇮🇳

[The Husky @Mr_Husky1]

She was born into money.

He was a broke young Army lieutenant.

Her father warned her plainly: marry him, and the family fortune will not support you.

Mamie Doud married Dwight Eisenhower anyway.

Denver, Colorado. July 1, 1916.

Mamie was nineteen years old, raised in comfort as the daughter of a successful businessman. She had grown up with servants, security, and every expectation of an easy life.

Dwight had none of that.

He was twenty-five, a West Point graduate living on a modest Army salary, with ambition, discipline, and little else.

They had met only months earlier at Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio.

Mamie noticed him across the lawn at a gathering.

Dwight noticed her too.

He pursued her with determined patience. When she went out with other young men, he sometimes waited on her parents’ porch until she returned.

Eventually, she chose him.

On Valentine’s Day 1916, Dwight gave her what he could afford: a miniature version of his West Point class ring.

It was not expensive.

Mamie treasured it anyway.

When Dwight asked her father for permission to marry her, Mr. Doud did not hide his concerns.

Army life would mean small quarters.

Constant moves.

Limited money.

No servants.

No guarantee that Dwight’s career would ever become anything remarkable.

And Mamie would have to live on whatever her husband earned.

She understood.

She said yes.

Their wedding was simple.

No enormous ballroom.

No extravagant display.

After a short honeymoon, Mamie left the world she had known and moved into military housing with her new husband.

The difference was immediate.

The rooms were smaller.

The budget mattered.

Everything had to be managed carefully.

Mamie adapted.

Wherever the Army sent them, she created a home.

She learned to cook, stretch money, pack entire households, make new friends quickly, and start over again every time orders changed.

They jokingly called their home “Club Eisenhower.”

It became known for warmth rather than wealth.

Then came heartbreak.

Their first son, Doud Dwight, called Icky, died of scarlet fever at three years old.

The loss never completely left them.

They raised their second son, John, while Dwight’s military career slowly advanced.

Years passed.

Posts changed.

Wars came.

Dwight rose from an obscure officer to Supreme Allied Commander during World War II.

Mamie remained beside him through the long separations, uncertainty, and demands of military life.

Then, in 1953, thirty-seven years after their modest wedding, Dwight D. Eisenhower became President of the United States.

Mamie became First Lady.

The young woman once warned that marrying an Army lieutenant meant giving up luxury now lived in the White House.

But the story was never really about arriving there.

It was about everything before it.

The tiny quarters.

The moving boxes.

The tight budgets.

The grief.

The waiting.

The faith that the person beside you matters more than the comforts surrounding you.

Mamie and Dwight remained married for fifty-two years, until his death in 1969.

She never treated her youthful decision as a sacrifice.

She had chosen the life she wanted.

Not because she knew Dwight would someday become president.

She could not have known.

She chose him when all he offered was character, ambition, and partnership.

Mamie Eisenhower could have chosen security.

Instead, she chose belief.

And together, they built something no inheritance could ever guarantee.

A life.

[🇮🇳 DK Sardana 🇮🇳 @dksardana]

Weird ...

Do you know?

Why no one from Gandhi Family attending the Bharat Ratna Ceremony of ex President Pranab Mukherjee?

Sonia, Rahul, Priynka all were missing

Pranab Mukherjee had served Congress all his life

May be for Gandhi family, only Gandhis are eligible to get Bharat Ratna.

What an insult of Pranab da.

Never forget, never forgive!

[Mayank Sachde 🇮🇳 @MemeByMak]

This Never Gets Old...😂😂😂

[Hindutva Vigilant @Viglnthindutva]

😭😭😭

[Eminent Intellectual @total_woke_]

You really want to fight the information war? But then why don't we follow such positive channels by the lakhs??? The left follows negative channels immediately. Let's do this.

[𝐉𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 @jod_insane]

ONLY FACTS.

[Sann @san_x_m]

A drug company needed one signature to put its new wonder drug on sale in America. It was already being sold in more than twenty countries and given to pregnant women for morning sickness.

The reviewer whose desk it landed on had been in the job about a month.

She read the file and said no.

Her name was Doctor Frances Oldham Kelsey.

She was born in 1914 on Vancouver Island in Canada, took degrees at McGill and a doctorate in pharmacology at Chicago, and joined the American Food and Drug Administration in September 1960 as a medical officer.

The thalidomide application was one of the first things she was handed.

On paper it was simple. The drug was famous. Germany, Britain, Canada, Japan were all using it. The company expected a formality. Under the law at the time, if she did nothing for sixty days it would go on sale automatically.

She looked at the evidence and found the claims, in her words, too glowing for the clinical backup behind them. There was no proof it was safe in pregnancy. There was a report of nerve damage in some patients that nobody had explained.

So she rejected it, and asked for more data. And when they sent more, she rejected it again.

The company came after her. Sales representatives crowded into her office and rang her at all hours. They contacted her and her superiors around fifty times.

They complained to her bosses, questioned her competence and made it clear she could lose her job. She said later that most of the things they called her could not be printed.

She kept saying no.

Then the babies started being born in Europe. Thousands of them, with limbs that had not formed. More than ten thousand children around the world were affected, and many did not survive.

In the United States, the number was seventeen.

On the seventh of August 1962, President Kennedy gave her the highest civilian service award in the country. She was only the second woman to receive it.

The bigger consequence was the law. Thalidomide forced governments everywhere to rewrite how medicines are approved. Companies now have to prove a drug is both safe and effective before it can be sold.

Ethics committees, informed consent and the modern clinical trial exist in large part because of what that drug did and what she stopped.

Every medicine you have ever swallowed went through a system built out of that disaster.

She died on the seventh of August 2015, aged a hundred and one.

[Sanatani Thakur 🇮🇳 @SanggitaT]

If this video reaches the mobile phones of 800 to 850 million Indians, then winning 500 seats in 2029 will be a small achievement. It could even lead to a Congress-free India. If you are a son or daughter of Mother India, share this video as widely as you can with your full strength. Jai Hind. 🇮🇳

[Sann @san_x_m]

In 1999 some teenagers at a small high school in rural Kansas picked a history project about a Polish woman who had saved children from the Nazis. They assumed she was long dead.

They wrote to Poland to check.

She wrote back.

Her name was Irena Sendler.

She was a Catholic social worker in Warsaw. When the Germans sealed four hundred and fifty thousand Jews into sixteen blocks of that city, she had one thing almost nobody else had. A pass from the epidemic control department that let her walk in and out of the ghetto legally, because the authorities were terrified of typhus spreading out of it.

She used that pass to carry in food, money and vaccine. Then she decided it was not enough.

Between 1942 and 1943 she and a network of about ten colleagues smuggled two thousand five hundred Jewish children out of the ghetto. Some went out in ambulances. Some in sacks and toolboxes and packages. Some through the sewers. A five month old baby named Elzbieta was carried out in a carpenter's box, lying among the tools.

The hardest part of the work was not the guards. It was standing in a room and asking a mother to hand over her child to a stranger, with no promise that either of them would survive.

She wrote down every child. The real name, the parents' names, the new address, on scraps of tissue paper. She sealed those lists in glass jars and buried them under an apple tree in a friend's garden, so that after the war the children could be told who they had been.

On the twentieth of October 1943 the Gestapo came up her stairs. She threw the lists out of a window to a friend below and was taken to Pawiak prison.

They tortured her to make her give up the names of her network and the children.

She gave them nothing.

She was sentenced to death. On the day she was to be shot, the underground bribed a guard and she was let go. The Germans recorded her as executed. She lived the rest of the war under a false name, and kept working.

Then the war ended, and Poland's new communist government began persecuting the very resistance she had belonged to. So she said nothing about any of it, for the next fifty years.

Which is why, in 1999, a few schoolgirls in Kansas were astonished to learn that the woman in their history project was eighty nine years old and living in a flat in Warsaw.

Their play about her brought her story to the world. She was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize in 2007. She died the following year.

She never accepted the word hero. What she said was that she had been taught that when someone is drowning you jump in to save them, whether or not you can swim.

[Sridhar Valiant Iyer (Modi Ka Parivar) @SridharValiant]

@Malay4Product The western environmental movement was all about reducing carbon footprint of humans. Dryers using heat have high carbon footprint.
Our tradition of drying in the sun is there for ages. Combined with predominantly cotton,thin fabrics the drying process is naturally efficient

[Malay Krishna @Malay4Product]

That building is not a design failure.

Let me explain the science behind this, because hanging clothes outside is not a habit we should be embarrassed about.

It is genuinely the smarter method.

Let's begin with what the sun actually does to wet cloth.

Sunlight carries ultraviolet rays. UV damages the DNA of bacteria and germs sitting in fabric.

UV light is used to disinfect hospital equipment and drinking water. Putting towels and bedsheets in full sun is disinfection.

Second, the sun is a mild bleach. Sunlight slowly breaks down the compounds that cause stains and yellowing.

That is why whites dried outside stay white. A dryer cannot do this. It only has heat.

Third, that fresh smell of sun-dried clothes is actually chemistry. When sunlight hits wet fabric, it triggers reactions that produce the same kinds of aroma compounds found in flowers and grass.

Scientists have actually studied this. Infact, driers try to fake this exact same smell.

Finally, dryers destroy clothes. All the lint we need to clean from the dryer filter time to time is our clothes, torn off thread by thread, cycle after cycle.

Line-dried clothes simply last longer.

Now let's add Indian conditions to this.

We get sunshine close to 300 days a year across most of the country. A shirt hung at 9 am is ready by lunch.

Running a machine for an hour to do a job the sky does for free, in a country where every unit of electricity matters to the household budget, would be incredibly stupid.

Now the more interesting question. Why does the West not do this?

See, in Northern Europe, Canada, and the northern US, it is cold, wet or dark for a big part of the year. A shirt hung outside in a London November will still be damp two days later, and clothes drying slowly indoors invite mould.

The dryer there is not a luxury. It solves a big problem for several months a year.

But climate is only half the story, because plenty of the American South and West is as sunny as India.

The other half is history and status, and this part is fascinating.

Dryers spread through America after World War 2, pushed by campaigns like "Live Better Electrically" in the 1950s, which sold electric appliances as the symbol of the modern home.

The message underneath was simple. Machines are progress. The clothesline is what poor people use.

That message worked so well that it eventually became law.

Around 60 million Americans live under Homeowners Associations, which are basically society committees with legal power.

By one estimate, more than half of them restrict or ban clotheslines. Ban. As in, hang a bedsheet in your own backyard, which you bought with your own money, and the association can fine you.

One woman in Oregon was fined nearly $1,000 for sun-drying her laundry.

Why? Appearance and property prices.

Visible laundry is read as a sign of poverty, and neighbours fear it drags home values down.

The results are exactly what you would expect. About 85% of American homes own a dryer. Dryers eat roughly 6% of all residential electricity there, about $9 billion in energy bills every year.

They also cause more than 12,000 house fires annually. Yeah, dryers burn down houses.

Now the best part of this story is that America is slowly walking it back.

There is an actual movement in the US called Right to Dry. States like Florida, Colorado, Hawaii, Maine and Vermont have passed laws making clothesline bans void, and over a dozen more protect line drying under solar energy laws.

Skipping the dryer can cut a home's carbon footprint by about 2,400 pounds a year, so environmentalists there are fighting, state by state, for the legal right to do what every Indian balcony everyday. :)

Fundamentally, UV disinfection, free solar energy, zero carbon, clothes that last longer and smell better.

The towels are exactly where they should be. :)

[N Ecc 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 @Neccccy]

They do all this and we are the bad people !!