Ok I have to ask this question
Muslims prayed to Allah. Their lands yielded oceans of oil , gas and immense wealth.
Christians prayed to Christ. Their nations came to dominate finance, science and technology.
We, Hindus have prayed to our gods for millennia.
Yet India & Nepal both endured centuries of conquest and remains poor to this very day , depending on both Christian and Muslim countries for its growth and development
After 2,000 years of devotion, isn't it time to ask: Have our gods failed us, or have we failed ourselves?
I was fascinated by the idea of migrating abroad when I was in middle school. I had heard so many “wow” stories about the sons and daughters of my father’s colleagues who had gone overseas.
I wrote the SAT way back in 2003. Got multiple admits, including NUS and NTU. Everything was ready for me to migrate.
But I also got admission to CEG, then among the best engineering colleges in Tamil Nadu. And I did the unthinkable. I chose Mechanical Engineering at CEG over NUS/NTU.
Dad went wild!
At the end of my undergraduate years, I had two choices: GRE or CAT. Dad wanted me to take the GRE and leave India at the earliest. I chose CAT. I stayed back.
I eventually started a venture in one of India's most heavily regulated industries.
And the regulators nearly killed my venture thrice. Closing down MSE. Slashing commissions at their whims and fancies. Arbitrarily increasing net-worth requirements and questioning the very viability of my business.
There were moments when I wondered whether staying back had been a mistake. The system certainly gave me enough reasons to feel that way.
Yet, by God's grace, I survived. Seventeen years of running a company in India.
And despite everything, I still love this country. I don't entirely know why.
Perhaps it is the mananimmathi I experience when I travel through her countryside. Perhaps it is the atma tripti her temples give me. Perhaps it is the inexplicable happiness I feel in Malnad, in my Pandya desam, or in my beloved Travancore whenever I set foot on that soil and walk its paths.
Priceless. Absolutely priceless.
Look at where India was in the 1960s and 1970s and where she is today. She has come a long way.
From confiscatory 97% marginal income-tax rates to a much lower peak rate today. From a hopelessly Fabian socialist model to a mixed economy. From waiting endlessly for a Bajaj Chetak to being able to buy a Toyota in minutes. From waiting years for a telephone connection to becoming one of the world's cheapest mobile-data markets. From mud roads to expressways. From extreme poverty — remember Kamal Haasan eating an apple that had fallen into a gutter in Varumayin Niram Sivappu — to Shimla apples being available even in village markets.
India has travelled an extraordinary distance.
Of course, she could have done much better. She could have become another Singapore in terms of civic infrastructure, public services and urban planning. We have squandered decades and opportunities. There is no denying that.
But she remains India.
I take comfort in how far she has travelled despite decades of socialist policies and political mismanagement, rather than spending every waking moment complaining about everything that is wrong with her.
I can criticise India. I can demand better governance, better infrastructure and better public services. I can be frustrated with her bureaucracy and regulations.
But my affection for her runs deeper than my frustrations.
And perhaps that is what people who constantly compare India with the West fail to understand. A country is not merely the quality of its roads, the efficiency of its bureaucracy or the size of its paycheques. There is also a sense of belonging, a civilisational connection and a peace of mind that cannot be measured on a spreadsheet.
I would rather be a small soul in a country I love than spend my life as an indentured servant in a soulless system.
I had my opportunities to leave. I chose to stay.
Seventeen years later, with all the scars, setbacks and struggles, I still feel it was worth it.
She is far from perfect. But she is mine. She will never ditch me. She will not ask for a VISA to accommodate me as she has soul and I am her son.
And that makes all the difference.
Our govt has made SC/ST (Prevention of Atrocities) Act more stringent and increased the offences listed in the Act from 22 to 47 : PM Modi #BJP4InclusiveVikasa
Straits Taylor Rule:
i = r* + π* + 1.5(π−π*) + 0.5(y−y*) + α(SOH−SOH*) + β(BEM−BEM*), α,β > 0
Let’s see if a hike could open SOH or produce a single barrel :)
You can’t 25bp a chokepoint and r* isn’t neutral. It’s SOH risk premium, and We set it.
Stay unanchored !
I lost my son to cancer on 02/09/26. He was treated @fortis_hospital in 2024-25. I hv taken a loan against my house for treatment. Can fortis assure me that no fake drugs were given to him?
This is the Antonov An 225 Miriya. It was built by the Soviet Union to be the largest cargo carrying plane ever.
It was built so to enabke Soviet Union to declare war on Argentina and then transport their entire army there in one shot
The plane has a wingspan of 90 mtrs and a length of 85 mtrs. It is as big as a football field and can occupy one Olympic size swimming pool in its cargo hold.
To put this in Perspective, the wingspan of this plane was longer than the total distance of the first powered flight by the Wright brothers.
It could carry 2.5 lakh kilograms in a single lift. That is like 156 jeep compasses, or the annual sale of Jeep in India
The plane was so big, that with wings clipped, it could, with wings clipped, carry an entire Boeing 737 inside it.
This is a plane that could carry other planes
To put this massive piece of metal in the sky, it needed 6 engines and 32 tyres.
Originally built to carry the Russian version of the space shuttle orbiter to the pad, it was repurposed to carry massive cargo loads.
It moved Generators, Entire Diesel locomotives, turbine blades and other sets of cargo that were once impossible moved by air. It even moved 2.5 lakh pieces of ready to eat meal pack for US forces in a single go.
If aeronautics was peak of human ingenuity, An 224 Miriya was peak of aviation itself. It is probably one the greatest fears of engineering by humankind.
Because of the intricacies and difficulties involved in manufacture, only one plane was ever manufactured.
It was literally unique.
Unfortunately, this peak engineering marvel was destroyed in Ukraine in 2022 in the ongoing Russo Ukraine war.
Though the Ukranian govt has announced planned to rebuild it, i dont think it is going to happen
Because we don't know how to do it
Yes, this result cost millions of dollars.
But remember that when @OpenAI announced o3 it cost ~$500,000 to score 87.5% on ARC-AGI 1. Today, Astra scores higher for ~$20.
In 2025 it took us and GDM an enormous amount of compute to achieve IMO gold. For the 2026 IMO, anyone with a $20/month ChatGPT subscription could do it.
Massively scaling test-time compute gives us a glimpse of the future. I believe that a year from now everyone will have an AI at their fingertips capable of solving problems of this caliber.
As the issue of "real" GDP gets debated, one appreciates C rating given by IMF. It now appears as a debate between "Andh Bhakts" and "Dimagi Naxals" with the the "Godi Media" and "Goli Media" having a field day. Ironically the cat amongst the pigeons was set up by a former "Babu"
As the issue of "real" GDP gets debated, one appreciates C rating given by IMF. It now appears as a debate between "Andh Bhakts" and "Dimagi Naxals" with the the "Godi Media" and "Goli Media" having a field day. Ironically the cat amongst the pigeons was set up by a former "Babu"
In the lanes of Panjim, Goa, a cycle slowly winds its way through traffic, carrying pots of freshly cooked food.
On it sits Maria Gomes, fondly known as Maria Aunty, who feeds over 300 stray dogs across the city every single day.
Her journey is as humble as it is heroic. Forced into child labour at a tender age, Maria never had the chance to dream big.
But years later, she found her purpose in an unlikely place, on the streets, among wagging tails and hungry eyes.
She wakes up at dawn, cooks large batches of food, loads her cycle, and sets off on a route she knows by heart.
From abandoned pups to old dogs, no one stops to notice; they all wait for her. Some wag, some follow, some just sit silently, knowing she’ll show up. Because she always does — rain or shine.
Want to help Maria feed the dogs?
Head to her Instagram: @maria.the.feeder on IG.
#Goa #StreetDog #DogFeeder #Panjim #Kindness #Inspiring
[Street dogs, Panjim dog feeder, Maria Gomes, heartwarming, inspiring]
Watch this video of a #Chinese#Unitree robot accompanied by security, making a grand entrance and #dancing at a sandwich shop opening in India's #Ujjain. 🤖🥪 A fascinating fusion of innovation and culture!