you can now control things with your brain. literally.
we're building the most wearable BCI on the planet, with @sabi, backed by @khoslaventures@accel@initialized & @kevinweil.
we collected the world’s largest neural dataset and trained the most capable Brain Foundation Model.
then we invented a new class of biosensors powered by custom ASICs.
type without typing. click without clicking. a cap that lets your brain do the work.
we’re sabi.
The future is already on the front line – and Ukraine is building it. These are our ground robotic systems. For the first time in the history of this war, an enemy position was taken exclusively by unmanned platforms – ground systems and drones. The occupiers surrendered, and the operation was carried out without infantry and without losses on our side.
Ratel, TerMIT, Ardal, Rys, Zmiy, Protector, Volia, and our other ground robotic systems have already carried out more than 22,000 missions on the front in just three months. In other words, lives were saved more than 22,000 times when a robot went into the most dangerous areas instead of a warrior. This is about high technology protecting the highest value – human life.
From the congratulatory address to the workers of Ukraine’s defense-industrial complex (2/3).
The traffic on my right stopped seeing my indicator and gave way whereas the biker came from the right most lane of the main road directly into the service road dashing straight into the service road and hit my car’s front bumper and broke my plate. (2/2)
@btppubliceye@3rdEyeDude @rapidobikeapp
Reckless driving by Rapido bike rider KA12Y0015 near
https://t.co/kLce0ZRxPk
I was coming out of the service road towards the main road on the right, had my right turning indicator on (1/2)
@AeroAwcs@IndiGo6E Our problem is we as Indian Company can’t scale up based on Indian experience and in the greed for high profits. Don’t really understand the reason for which our Govt can’t create a framework that can ensure Indian Companies should obey the basic rules of minimum wage, working hr
@Jeep@JeepIndia@FCAIndia
What is the kind of service you are providing to your customers?
My car has been kept at the Service Centre for the past 15 for an oil pressure switch as informed by the service advisor. <1/2>
Kothai Galo, Amader Kolkata?
(Where has our Kolkata gone?)
I was born in Tollygunge, Kolkata - 700033. For 16 beautiful years, I grew up in a place that I could only describe as magical. My Kolkata was a world where boundaries didn’t exist, where families extended beyond walls, and where you never felt alone. My neighbours, one Gujarati and one Bengali—were like my own family. We walked into each other’s homes without hesitation, day or night. Kolkata wasn’t just a city; it was one big family, where every para (neighborhood) was its own little universe of love and togetherness.
There was no fear, no distrust. We were free, running from house to house, eating breakfast at one home, lunch at another, and dinner wherever the sun set on us. The aunties in our para substituted as mothers, the uncles as fathers, and siblings were everywhere. I never felt unsafe not even once. I remember those days of para cricket, football, and carrom matches. Life in Calcutta was safe, damn, dead safe. As children, we were sheltered by the love of our community. We didn’t care who was in power or which political party was wreaking havoc because we were too immersed in our adda sessions and carrom matches. Every elder man was Borda (big brother), every elder woman Bordi (big sister). We were a family—one big, extended, loving family.
But somewhere along the way, we forgot to see the bigger picture. The bhadralok (the gentlefolk) were deceived, lulled into complacency by 30+ years of CPIM rule, only for things to worsen with the next government. And just like that, our Calcutta turned into Kolkata. One by one, people left. Our beloved city of joy became a distant memory—a place we now remember with nostalgia and yearning. The love that was once so unconditional? Gone. Replaced by a city overtaken by rogues and chaos.
It breaks my heart to think of what Kolkata has become. I remember a time when the entire para rallied around my family when my father had a heart attack. They cared for him for weeks, never once alarming my mother, fearful of how she would react. That was my Calcutta—a city where love and care knew no bounds.
When I used to tell my friends from Chennai or Mumbai about Kolkata, they could hardly believe me. I would speak of how Durga Pujo was not just a Bengali festival but truly a celebration for every single resident, even if he was Anglo-Indian. It was a time when the whole city came alive as one family, where celebrations transcended religion and culture. Almost my entire para knew my extended family by name and relationship, as if they were their own. My friends would always say, “You must be exaggerating,” not able to grasp how a whole neighborhood could be so intertwined with love and care.
But I wasn’t exaggerating. That’s how Kolkata was—one big, beating heart.
When I lost my brother in 2021, I was hit hard by the grief, but it was Kolkata's love that caught me when I was falling. I still remember my neighbor calling me and saying, “Tor ekta dada mara gache” (You’ve lost one elder brother). Then, with a voice choked with emotion, he added, “Aro onek Borda beche ache” (Many other elder brothers are still here). He burst into tears on the phone, and in that moment, I realized once again that Kolkata was still holding me close, just as it always had.
Today, this Kolkata is unrecognizable. Eta amader oi Kolkata noi (This is not our Kolkata). As I read the heart-wrenching news about the young doctor who became a victim of such unspeakable violence.
How has it come to this, where violence and cruelty have replaced the joy and warmth that once defined us? The city of joy is lost. The charm has faded. The love is missing.
But my heart still yearns for the Kolkata I knew. It aches with the memories of Purano Shey Diner Kotha (Tales of the good old days), those golden days when everything felt too good to be true. Days that perhaps will never come back. Yet, that one haunting question lingers: Kothai Galo, Amader Kolkata?
@noida_authority I am a Home buyer of Unitech Noida 117, pls approve revised plan and complete rest formalities ASAP to start construction. @SCJudgments has already passed the order to approve the plan. Hope @noida_authority will not make further excuse @advocatesarin@PMOIndia