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[Rahul Srinivas @whizkidd]

Don’t know about Rang De Basanti, but let me tell you what some of us millennials actually grew up watching.

I was in primary school during the 1993 Mumbai bombings -- too young to even understand what terrorism meant. But I distinctly remember my mom repeatedly warning me not to pick up anything lying around while playing outside because, you know, it could be a bomb.

That was childhood.

Then came the seemingly endless procession of attacks: the 1993 Mumbai blasts, Red Fort in 2000, Parliament in 2001, the Mumbai bus bombings and Akshardham in 2002, three separate blasts within eight months in Mumbai in 2003, the 2005 Delhi blasts, the 2007 Hyderabad bombings, and the 2008 Bangalore and Ahmedabad blasts.

In July 2006, I was supposed to be on one of the trains that was bombed near Mahim. I stayed back at the office because of a meeting. A completely mundane change of plans is probably the reason I’m alive to type this instead of being a name on a list of the dead.

I remember that evening far better than I remember any stupid movie. Our office went into lockdown. Phones were jammed. People were crying and frantically trying to reach their families. Nobody knew what was happening, whether there were more bombs, or whether someone they loved was lying dead inside a mangled train compartment.

Two years later came 26/11.

I had the misfortune of watching uncensored footage of the aftermath. One clip showed bodies being piled and stacked inside a makeshift room at CST while someone wheeled in another load on a bloodied wheelbarrow, with blood dripping onto the floor. The sanitised footage shown on television didn't come remotely close to what actually happened inside that station.

So yes, us millennials lived through an era where we went to work knowing that the crime of simply boarding the wrong train, getting on the wrong bus, eating at the wrong restaurant, or standing on the wrong street at the wrong fucking moment could get you blown to pieces or riddled with bullets.

Some of us literally went to work wondering, somewhere at the back of our minds, whether this would be the commute we wouldn't come home from.

So please, spare us millennials this sanctimonious horseshit about Rang De Basanti and what some Bollywood movie supposedly should have taught us about how to vote.

[Justin @juza_23]

Unai Emery is probably going to win the Europa League with Sevilla, Villarreal and Aston Villa.

That’s like some kind of Football Manager save goal to succeed with all the teams with “Villa” in.

[墓碑科技 @mubeitech]

在一家公司干满45年，走的时候能带走什么？

一位土耳其裔移民，在德国宝马工厂干了整整45年。
把所有的青春都留在了流水线上。
今天他正式告别岗位。

宝马没有发什么纪念奖杯。
直接送了他一辆零公里的全新宝马。
老工人接过钥匙，开着这辆车驶出了他打卡大半辈子的厂��。

一个人把一辈子交给一家公司。
公司用最体面的硬通货还他人情。
这种老派的工业时代契约，现在的企业根本学不会。

[Aakash Gupta @aakashgupta]

At any other company, the person who just leaked 512,000 lines of source code, internal model codenames, and an entire product roadmap is clearing their desk by lunchtime.

Boris built Claude Code from a side project into $2.5B+ in annual revenue and 4% of all GitHub commits. His public response to the leak: the system failed, not the person. A manual deploy step should have been automated. One missing exclusion rule in a package config let a .map file slip into a routine npm publish.

The companies that fire the engineer who made the mistake get exactly one outcome: every other engineer learns to hide their mistakes. Near-misses go unreported. The next config error gets buried instead of flagged. You trade one public incident for dozens of silent ones.

Google codified this into SRE doctrine fifteen years ago. Every major outage postmortem at Google, Amazon, and Microsoft runs blameless by default because the math on incident frequency proves it works. The teams that punish errors have higher error rates. The teams that instrument errors have lower ones.

Anthropic just exposed their entire product roadmap to every competitor in the space. The response from the head of the product: here's what broke in the process, here's what we're automating, here's what ships next to prevent it.

That's how you keep the engineers who build billion-dollar products from leaving for the company that won't fire them over a config file.

[Anand Ranganathan @ARanganathan72]

This day back in 2003, in Nadimarg, Kashmir, Pakistani Zia Mustafa lined up 23 Kashmiri Hindus and shot them point blank. As Zia was fleeing he heard a baby cry. "Ye karnawun chupe" ordered his friend. The baby became the 24th victim.

To forgive Pakistanis is to forget Indians.

[Gandalv @Microinteracti1]

Robert Mueller died last night.

He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving.

He had integrity.

And tonight the President of the United States said good!

I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good.

I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word.

Good.

This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather.

That is what is happening. That is what has happened.

The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming.

America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner.

And the church said nothing.

Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary.

Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him.

Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart.

JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn.

These men are something more painful than monsters.

They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again.

Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing.

Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less.

That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him.

And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it.

When Trump is gone, they will still be here.

Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous.

That morning is coming.

Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say.

He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true.

He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad.

The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it.

That is all it needed to be.

A man died. His family is broken open with grief.

That is all it needed to be.

Instead the President said good.

And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸

Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

[Unni @Unnitalks]

NEW SCAM BY OLA DRIVERS IN BANGALORE

Extremely disturbing experience with an Ola ride today from Majestic to Jalahalli, Bengaluru.

The ride initially showed a fare of ₹285 in the Ola app. However, after reaching my destination, the driver showed a bill of ₹5950 on his phone and demanded that I pay the full amount. He claimed that I had cancelled some old rides and that the amount would be deducted from his account if I did not pay.

When I tried to explain that my app clearly showed ₹285, the driver started becoming aggressive and repeatedly insisted that I must pay ₹5950.

Since he was speaking mostly in Kannada and I am not fluent in the language, the situation quickly became stressful and difficult to manage.

I then contacted Ola’s emergency support through the app expecting immediate help. Unfortunately, the response from the support representative was extremely disappointing and dismissive. Instead of trying to understand the situation or deescalate it, she repeatedly questioned whether it was a “safety issue”.

When I explained that please consider it as unsafe and that I felt unsafe, the representative responded in a rude and dismissive manner and abruptly disconnected the call stating that it was “not an emergency”. At that moment I was left alone to deal with an increasingly tense situation with the driver.

Fortunately, my house owner arrived at the scene, understood the situation, and advised the driver that we should go to the police station to resolve the matter. I followed him on his bike while the driver followed us in the cab. However, midway the driver suddenly rerouted and fled the area.

This entire experience was extremely stressful and raises serious concerns about:
• Fare transparency on the platform
• Driver conduct
• The attitude and responsiveness of Ola’s emergency support team

An emergency line that dismisses passengers during a tense situation defeats the very purpose of having a safety feature.

@Olacabs @bhash

@BlrCityPolice Can you please help with this situation. I can share all the details.

[Kevin Sorbo @ksorbs]

The UK has fallen

[The British Patriot @TheBritLad]

🚨BREAKING: Sikh restaurant owner arrested for not selling halal meat.

Last night Muslims surrounded the business, issuing death and rape threats because it would not serve halal food

Today, the man protecting his family was the one arrested.

London has fallen.

[Ratan Sharda 🇮🇳 रतन शारदा @RatanSharda55]

It is #Londonistan, not London anymore.

[David Vance @DavidVance]

That Sikh family restaurant deserves our support. Ban Halal.

[Ryan Williams @koreanscot]

Insane how the police think the restaurant owner is in the wrong for simply not wanting to sell halal.

[Dilpreet Grewal ☬ @DpreetG]

A humble request to all my Sikh and Hindu brothers in London, please stand protect Harman. 🇮🇳
He stood alone in London, raised his voice against Khalistanis when many stayed silent. If his voice is silenced today, tomorrow no one will dare to speak against Khalistanis. 🙏

[🚨Indian Gems @IndianGems_]

>An Engineer saw open manhole in Delhi
>Bro immediately complained to municipality
>Bro waited 30 min for it to rectified
>Bro waited the whole evening to rectified
>Bro Still waiting
>No one came to fix it
>Bro finally left 😭😭

That's exactly how the system works in India

[Shiv Aroor @ShivAroor]

BREAKING⚠️

Gems of Supreme Court!

3 accused in Pune Porsche case GRANTED BAIL by SUPREME COURT. All 3 charged with switching blood samples via bribery. Teen (now adult) driver of Porsche living free life after destroying 2 families.

What an utter shame.
Country for the rich.

[🅱️ASH-AAR🛑 @YesItsBash]

Glory Glory Man United ❤️

[Mr Sharma @sharma_views]

🚨 Olympics Dreams, Zoo-Level Reality - Arnab Calls It Out!

India talks 2036 Olympics.
Reality: LIVE matches halted.

Bird droppings on courts.
Monkeys, dogs, garbage in stadiums.

Players falling sick.
World laughing.

Enough. Stop embarrassing the nation 🛑

[Football Talk @FootballTalkHQ]

🗣️ Bruno Fernandes: "I will never forget where I was when I was given the opportunity to come here four years ago. I was standing in the closet in our bedroom in Lisbon. My agent had rang me up around 10 o’clock at night, and my daughter was only three years old at the time, so that was bedtime for us. I went into the little closet to be quiet. I always told my agent, during my whole career, “I never want to hear about any transfer until it’s 100% real. I don’t want to be distracted unless there is an offer.”

So I knew if he was calling me at that hour, something was going on.

I shut the door and I said, “Miguel? Yeah?”

He said, “Are you ready to hear the news?”

I said, “About what?”

“About going.”

“Going where? Spurs?”

“United.”

“Are you joking?”

“No, no. I’m serious. United. It’s done. It’s just on you now. What do you want to do?”

I didn’t even reply. I started fighting back tears. But you know the feeling when you are trying to hold it in, so the other person doesn’t realise you’re crying, and you can’t even speak?

He said, “Bruno? Bruno? Hello?”

At that moment, my wife, Ana, comes looking for me in the bedroom.

“Bruno??? Bruno???”

She opens the door.

“What��s going on? Why are you in the closet?”

I said, “It’s Miguel. He just called. He’s saying United want me.”

She said, “Wait ...... Are you crying?”

I told her, “I don’t know! I think it’s happiness!”

[Pie Sports Booze 🔞 PARODY @piesportsbooze]

🚨 BREAKING NEWS 🚨

Sam Allardyce has now been appointed as the President of Venezuela until the end of the season.

[Pema Khandu པདྨ་མཁའ་འགྲོ་། @PemaKhanduBJP]

Heartiest congratulations to Ms. Rupa Bayor on this historic feat!

Becoming World Rank 6 and Asia Rank 1,
a first for Indian Taekwondo, is a moment of immense pride for India, Arunachal Pradesh, and the Northeast. Your journey from Upper Subansiri (Daporijo) to the global stage is truly inspiring.

Wishing you continued success and many more victories ahead. May you keep making the nation proud!