Culture & Society

Nikhil’s story, while heartbreaking, is not an isolated tragedy—it’s a symbol of a much larger crisis. There are umpteen numbers in the corporate world facing similar battles, their struggles hidden behind closed office doors. From tech startups to multinational corporations, countless young professionals endure toxic work environments, battling stress, isolation, and despair in silence. Nikhil represents the untold stories of those who feel crushed under the weight of modern

Let’s challenge schools to embody the ideals they proclaim. An elephant may be innocent, but education demands strength, purpose, and truth. Let’s ensure that the names we celebrate reflect the reality we seek for our children.

Now don’t get me wrong—I understand emotion. We are a nation that bleeds sentiment, and sometimes it feels good to wear it. But I worry that we are not yet a mature society, one that chooses long-term value over instant validation.

The thunder may roar, but it is the quiet rain of truth and statesmanship that will sustain India’s growth. Let us move forward with clarity, unity, and pride in our nation’s strength

Kamsa’s dead now—Krishna saw to that. Kill the blind beliefs in your time, too.

I’ve always had a soft spot for teachers who make learning feel alive. Back in my school days, I’d sit in class, hooked on a lesson,...

A group of Muslim folks walked in sarees, smiles, and all into this Hindu-epic-named joint. Panchavati hosting Ramayana’s opposites ?

But rivers, even the calmest ones, sometimes meet stones. My wife shared news that stirred the waters: her parents were coming to visit ..

“This is our Hindu festival,” she declared firmly. “You must follow certain rituals, at least tomorrow—it’s an auspicious day for Hindus.”

Think of it like milk from a dog. Dogs produce milk for their pups, right? But it’s not fit for humans, we spit it out.

He got angry, abused me, said I was too busy staring at the pretty girls walking by to do my job.”

When meritocracy works, it’s a powerhouse. By placing capable individuals in positions of influence leaders who’ve earned their stripes

He pees, doesn’t flush, and douses the crime scene with phenol to mask the evidence.

By 11:00 AM, mid-meeting on the 11th floor, she rang again, roaring, “Shilpa’ll hang herself! Your parents will answer for it!”

Imagine a woman in 1824, sword in hand, leading an army against the British Empire - not just for her kingdom, but for every woman told her place was in the shadows. That was Rani Channamma of Kittur, Karnataka, one of India’s first freedom fighters.

There’s a distinguished architect on our team—someone I’ve known for five years, whose expertise is undeniable. His command of our product and its underlying concepts is remarkable, and he carries a well-earned pride in his craft. But I’ve noticed something over time: that same expertise sometimes becomes a barrier rather than a bridge.

Next time something weird shows up snake, owl, whatever don’t just nod at the old wives’ tale. Poke it. Question it. A snake’s not a talisma

That RSS guy? He steers clear now; he knows I don’t play. But this isn’t about my win it’s about the bigger mess.

True, they don’t govern, but the mindset’s what bugs me. RSS’s Mohan Bhagwat bragged in 2023 they could rally 2 million volunteers in days—sounds paramilitary to me. And Bajrang Dal’s Christmas bust-ups in Assam last year? Screaming about “forced conversions”? That’s not just thuggery—it’s saying, “You don’t belong unless you’re us.” Taliban bans non-Islamic life; these guys pressure non-Hindu life. Same exclusionary root, different branches.

These companies, driven by profit, seldom bother to restore the roads they disrupt, leaving behind rough patches and heaps of displaced earth. The roads, like silent sufferers, bear the wounds of neglect, their uneven surfaces a testament to unfinished work. It’s as if the streets themselves cry out, their pleas unheard by those who prioritize convenience over care. This neglect is a bitter pill for the public to swallow, forced to navigate the chaos left in the wake of such