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Promises made in Amar Balidani Soldier's honour must be fulfilled @myogiadityanath Sir. This hurts. People must not lose faith in their government 🙏
Please take necessary action for the long delayed Gaurav Dwar as tribute to the courageous supreme sacrifice of Col Ashutosh Sharma SM *** 🇮🇳
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Pakistan’s army claimed it had killed a dangerous terrorist in a drone strike… but do you know who that “terrorist” was?
A school child a little boy whom the Pakistani military saw as an enemy and targeted with death. From his belongings, they recovered a school bag, four books, a geometry box, a water bottle, and a lunchbox carrying nothing but a dry piece of bread. His shoes were worn out, and his clothes were patched and torn.
This is the true face of Pakistan’s brutal military a force that continues to kill innocent Baloch and Pashtun children every day simply because the people of Balochistan and Pashtunistan dare to speak against occupation, exploitation, and oppression. The drone strike in Mamond Shahi Tangi, Bajaur, once again bathed innocent children in blood.
What crime had these little children committed while returning home from school? One young student lost his life, while another remains critically injured…
Today, once again, a mother’s arms have been left empty, a father’s hopes have been shattered, and a home has fallen silent forever. 💔
These children do not carry weapons. They only carry books. So why are pens being snatched from their hands, and shrouds placed upon them instead?
If blood—and not water—flows through your veins, then by all means scroll past this post; otherwise, stay and read the true story of a Veerangana (revolutionary heroine) today!
Today, I am going to tell you the story of a heroine whom our history books have erased.
Her name was Bina Das.
The incident took place on February 6, 1932, during the convocation ceremony at Calcutta University. The entire hall was packed with British officials and loyalists. Stanley Jackson—the most ruthless Governor of Bengal—stood upon the dais with immense arrogance.
Suddenly, a slender, saree-clad young woman stepped forward from the crowd. No one suspected a thing; everyone assumed she was merely a meritorious student approaching to receive her degree.
But Bina Das had not come to receive a degree; she had come to prepare the funeral pyre of British rule!
The moment the Governor began to speak with a smile, Bina Das drew a revolver from the folds of her saree, and the entire hall was shaken by the reverberation of gunshots—
Five shots, fired one after another! To save his life, Governor Jackson cowered beneath a table like a frightened dog.
The British guards were paralyzed with panic. Had she wished to, Bina Das could have fled; instead, she stood tall and surrendered herself for arrest.
Then came the horrific torture inflicted upon her in prison...
In jail, she was stripped naked, forced to lie upon slabs of ice, and lashed with whips in an attempt to force her to divulge the names of her comrades. Yet, from the lips of that lioness, only one phrase ever escaped: "Vande Mataram." For nine long years, she endured hellish torment, yet she never learned to bow down.
But the true agony began *after* independence...
In 1947, the nation attained freedom. Politicians secured their seats of power, but what did Bina Das receive? Oblivion. She was forgotten. The woman who sacrificed her youth, her family, and her future for the sake of freedom was, after independence, compelled to wander the streets of Rishikesh in utter destitution.
A dark evening in 1986... A decomposing corpse was discovered lying by the roadside in Rishikesh. Clad in tattered rags, the body was a mere skeletal frame with a face etched with wrinkles. The police assumed it was the body of a beggar. For several days, the corpse lay rotting in the scorching sun, as kites and crows pecked away at it.
When, weeks later, the body was finally identified, it was revealed that this was not the corpse of a beggar, but that of the great Bina Das—the woman who had once struck terror into the hearts of the British! 😭
Was it to witness such a fate that she had taken up the revolver? Have we become so ungrateful that we could not even provide this 'daughter' of ours with a few feet of earth for a grave, or two square meals a day?
The pages of history often reserve space for those faces that remained in the limelight; but what of those noble souls who, without a shred of self-interest, sacrificed their very all? Bina Das's struggle was not born of a desire for position or honor, but stood as a testament to her unwavering love for her country.
The truest tribute we can offer is to keep her magnificent sacrifice and her ideals alive within our hearts, and to ensure that future generations are made aware of her extraordinary valor. "Let us resolve that the name of every brave hero and heroine who sacrificed their life at the altar of freedom shall forever remain immortal, etched in the golden letters of history."
✅ We demand recognition for our Bina Das!
Make a promise to yourself: if you are a true Indian, do not leave this page without writing 'Jai Hind' in the comments section to honor this great heroine—for this is not merely a word, but a heartfelt tribute to those martyrs..
@skiistiredasf Congratulations 🎉🙏🙏🙏❤️❤️
@himantabiswa Congratulations and blessings to the young man and congratulations to proud parents
👨✈️ SO CAPTAIN, DO YOU HAVE A GENUINE LICENCE? 👨✈️
By: Gp Capt Umesh Shastri (Retd) NDA/54/Lion
(The internet is abuzz with an article by Suhel Seth @Suhelseth in The Open Magazine @Openthemag. Here is a piece that lays bare Suhel’s dual character)
The incident dates back to the early 2010s. I was flying as an Instructor (TRI) for an Airline. A few instances of pilots flying on ‘fake licences’ had come to light and were being investigated. Not the proudest moment for the Pilots’ community.
On a clear winter morning, I was returning to the flight deck after carrying out the preflight ‘walk around’. By this time passenger boarding had commenced. So I started the trudge up the ramp with multiple ‘Excuse me Sir/ ma’am’ calls to the passengers. Most of them courteously made way seeing my uniform and my Hi-Vis jacket.
Most, but not all.
One lugubrious voice drawled out, ‘So Captain, do you have a genuine licence?’ At that I looked up to see Suhel Seth, with his coterie of young colleagues from the advertising industry, looking at me with a broad smile. And an amused look on the faces of his hangers on. I recognised only him from his TV appearances. He was clearly playing to the gallery.
I stopped. Looked at him with a calm expression. But inside my rage had started to rise.
‘A genuine one Suhel. You wanna have a look at it?’ …delivered in a flat monotone with a degree of politeness that I didn’t feel.
‘Sure’ he replied, still smiling but now a bit wary. His coterie also had a quizzical look on their collective faces.
‘Okay, but you have to meet two conditions before I show it to you’.
‘What would those be?’
‘Firstly, I must see an authorisation from DGCA appointing you as an Inspector. And secondly I want to see your Birth Certificate’.
That surprised him. ‘My birth certificate? What for??’
‘I have to establish whether you are indeed who you say you are, or do you resemble your neighbour’.
That wiped the smile off his face. The expression on his fair complexioned face turned to one of pure rage!!
‘Are you calling me a ………’ his voice trailed off, he couldn’t get himself to say it. His coterie stood frozen in shock, no clue of how to respond!!
And many of the other passengers who were within earshot had an amused look on their faces. A few laughed audibly, adding to his discomfiture.
‘Well, you started it. If you make a cheap jibe, you should expect a riposte. Remember the old adage…… Those who wish to live by the sword should expect to die by it!! Don’t tangle with an ex fauji Suhel Seth, you’ll get back as good as you give, if not better’.
And, with a ‘Have a nice day’, I left. And that was that.
Cheers...
Gp Capt Umesh Shastri (Callsign Dagger-1)
Her name is Kalpana Saroj.
She was born in 1961 in Akola, Maharashtra, into a Dalit family. Her father was a police constable. She loved school. Her teachers seated her separately because she was Dalit.
At 12, her parents married her off to a man ten years older. She moved to a ten by five feet room in a Mumbai slum shared by twelve people. She was malnourished and abused every day.
Six months later, her father visited without warning. He could not recognise her. He took her home immediately.
Back in the village, the taunts were unbearable. One day, she drank three bottles of rat poison. She survived. She decided that if she had been given a second life, she would do something with it.
She moved to Mumbai and worked at a garment factory for two rupees a day. She took a government loan of Rs 50000 and started a tailoring business. Then furniture. Then real estate.
In 2001, the workers of Kamani Tubes approached her. The company had Rs 116 crore in debt. Workers unpaid for three years. 140 legal cases pending.
She took it on.
The court told her to clear the bank loans within seven years. She did it within one. The court told her to pay unpaid wages within three months. She paid more than what was owed.
Today, she runs six companies with a combined turnover of over Rs 2000 crore. Padma Shri 2013. Board of IIM Bangalore. Board of Bhartiya Mahila Bank.
She once worked for two rupees a day.
She said Ivy League degrees and fancy MBAs are not what make an entrepreneur. Grit, perseverance and a superhuman ability to have faith in yourself does.
Follow for real stories India never makes headlines about.
Revered Ramchandra Dongre Maharaj…
A saintly narrator of the Bhagavata, who once said that even for his wife’s last rites, he had no money and might have to sell her mangalsutra.
It is deeply moving to know that saints like Dongre Maharaj truly lived in our times. He never accepted even a single rupee for reciting the Bhagavata. He would only accept a tulsi leaf. Whatever donations came during his discourses were distributed in that very town or village for the welfare of the poor. He never created a trust and never made disciples for personal legacy.
He cooked his own meals, first offered them to Thakurji, and only then partook of the prasada. Dongre Maharaj was truly a Karna of Kaliyuga.
At one of his final discourses at Chowpatty, nearly one crore rupees was collected, and the entire amount was donated for a cancer hospital in Gorakhpur. He kept nothing for himself.
Dongre Maharaj was married. On the very first night after marriage, he told his wife:
“Devi, I wish that you and I complete 108 recitations of the Bhagavata together. After that, if you still wish, we shall enter household life.”
Wherever he went to recite the Bhagavata, his wife accompanied him. It took nearly seven years to complete 108 discourses. Afterward, he gently asked her:
“If you permit, we may now enter grihastha life and have children.”
His wife replied:
“After hearing 108 Bhagavata Kathas from your sacred lips, I have accepted Gopal Himself as my son. We no longer need children of our own.”
Blessed was such a husband. Blessed was such a wife. Blessed was their devotion and their love for Krishna.
His wife lived in Mount Abu while Dongre Maharaj continued spreading the nectar of Bhagavata across the country.
He learned of her passing five days later. When he went for the immersion of her ashes, a wealthy businessman named Ratibhai Patel accompanied him. Later, Ratibhai tearfully recounted that Dongre Maharaj had said:
“Rati Bhai, I have nothing with me. The rites will require some expense. Let us sell her mangalsutra and earrings, and whatever comes from that can be used for the immersion.”
The same saint for whom thousands would have given everything was quietly saying he had no money even for his wife’s final rites.
Ratibhai said he could do nothing but weep.
Such detached souls are the rare jewels of Sanatana Dharma.
To bow before the feet of such a saint even a million times still feels too little.
An MIT professor taught the same math course for 62 years, and the day he retired, students from every country on earth showed up online to watch him give his final lecture.
I opened the playlist at 2am and ended up watching three of them back to back.
His name is Gilbert Strang. The course is MIT 18.06 Linear Algebra.
Every machine learning engineer, every data scientist, every quant, every self-taught programmer who actually understands how AI works learned the math from this one man. Most of them never set foot on MIT's campus. They just opened a free playlist on YouTube and let him teach.
Here's the story almost nobody tells you.
Strang joined the MIT math faculty in 1962. He retired in 2023. That is 61 years of standing at the same chalkboard teaching the same subject to 18-year-olds.
The interesting part is what he did when MIT launched OpenCourseWare in 2002. Most professors were skeptical. They worried that putting their lectures online would make their classrooms irrelevant. Strang did not hesitate. He said his life's mission was to open mathematics to students everywhere. He filmed every lecture and gave it away.
The decision quietly changed how the world learns math.
For decades linear algebra was taught the wrong way. Professors started with abstract vector spaces and proofs about field axioms. Students drowned in the abstraction. Most never recovered. They walked out believing they were bad at math when they had simply been taught in an order that nobody's brain is built to absorb.
Strang inverted the entire curriculum.
He started with matrix multiplication. Something you can write down on paper. Something you can compute by hand. Something you can see. Then he showed his students that everything else in linear algebra eigenvectors, singular value decomposition, orthogonality, the four fundamental subspaces was just a different lens for understanding what the matrix was actually doing under the hood.
His rule was strict. If a student could not explain a concept using a concrete 3 by 3 example, that student did not actually understand the concept yet. The abstraction was supposed to come last, not first. The intuition was the foundation. The proofs were just confirmation that the intuition was correct.
The second thing Strang changed was the classroom itself. He said please and thank you to his students. Every single lecture. He paused mid-derivation to ask "am I OK?" to check if anyone was lost. He never used the word "obviously" or "trivially" because he knew exactly what those words do to a student who is one step behind. He treated 19-year-olds learning math for the first time the way he treated his own colleagues. With patience. With respect. With the assumption that they belonged in the room.
For 62 years.
The result is something that has never happened in the history of education. A single math professor became the default teacher of his subject for the entire planet.
Universities in India, China, Brazil, Nigeria, every country with a computer science department, started telling their own students to just watch Strang's lectures. The University of Illinois revised its linear algebra course to do almost no in-person lecturing. The reason was honest. The professor said they could not compete with the videos.
His final lecture was in May 2023.
The auditorium was packed with students who had never met him before. He walked to the chalkboard, taught for an hour, and at the end the entire room stood and applauded. He looked confused for a moment, like he genuinely did not understand why they were cheering. Then he smiled and waved them off and walked out.
His written comment under the YouTube video of that final lecture was four sentences long. He said teaching had been a wonderful life. He said he was grateful to everyone who saw the importance of linear algebra. He said the movement of teaching it well would continue because it was right.
That was it. No book promotion. No farewell speech. No legacy management.
The man whose teaching is the foundation of modern AI just thanked the audience and went home.
20 million views. Zero ego. The entire engine of the AI revolution sits on top of math that millions of people learned for free from one quiet professor in Cambridge.
The course is still on MIT OpenCourseWare. Every lecture, every problem set, every exam, every solution. Free.
The most important math course of the 21st century is sitting one click away from you. Most people will never open it.
@megirish2001 Happy Birthday Kaliya ma'am 🙏
@amshilparaghu Nothing compares to ton of fun, while traveling to school on a Shaktiman ❤️. Minus steps, and jaali... Getting on that 3 ton using your own strength n ideas, or with help from bhaiya... 🥰🥰🥰
Shaktiman is the 2nd vehicle I fell in love with, first one being my father's Vespa.
@megirish2001 That is so wonderful ma'am 🥰🥰🥰
Common people think Indian food has always been deep-fried. The reality is that for most of human history, oil was not a staple for us.
Before the 19th century, vegetable oil (like mustard/sesame) was primarily used for lamps & medicine, not for submerged frying. Deep-frying was reserved for temple offerings/royal feasts using desi Ghee.
Commoners used Parching, the technique you see in these videos. By using sand as a Heat Transfer Fluid, ancient Indians could achieve the effects of an oven w/o owning 1.
Sand-baked potatoes, bhunja (parched grains), & muri (puffed rice) are the original "Healthy Snacks" of India, perfected centuries before Air Fryers were invented.
A man was hospitalised.
Had health insurance. Paid premiums for years.
Filed a claim.
Star Health Insurance rejected it.
Cited an "exclusion clause" buried in the policy.
He hadn't read page 47 of his policy document.
Nobody does.
He went to consumer court.
The court ruled:
The insurer couldn't even prove the exclusion applied.
Star Health ordered to pay the full claim.
This happens every single day in India.
Insurance companies reject claims hoping you won't fight back.
Most people don't.
If your health insurance claim is rejected:
Ask them to show you exactly which clause applies.
In writing.
If they can't — go to consumer court.
Filing fee: ₹500.
Potential recovery: your full claim.
Save this post.
🚨 EXCLUSIVE! Remember Khanani from Dhurandhar smuggling fake currency through Nepal?
- It was TRUE. Cong Govt ACCEPTED it in the Parliament in 2012🤯
RJD MP questions how Pakistan prints fake Indian currency with the same INK, PAPER & INTAGLIO tech, smuggling via Nepal.
Chidambaram (then FM) casually replies: "How can we stop them? The source is in another country. We can only try to prevent entry through borders" 😳
This was India’s Law & Order admitting defeat inside Parliament🤡
Before 2014, we were completely COOKED. Fake currency flooded in while the government shrugged.
Next time someone calls Dhurandhar "propaganda", show them this – their own regime was openly HELPLESS against Pakistan’s terror economy.
@AdityaDharFilms n da entire team, watched #Dhurandhar2 no words, wonderfully presented. Kudos 2 evryone.
Since a movie is a director's work, I mst say ur hard work ws visible behind evry character.
U hv portrayed something that will become history
Thank you
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