Reality

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 population, the mindset, the compromises—why do we live like this? Under a bridge, a massive gutter flowed like a river, its ....

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.

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

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.

So, to my well-wishers, I get why you salute him pain’s a powerful badge. But don’t polish him into what he wasn’t. Freedom wasn’t his gift

Prashanth grinned. “AI’s like Sadhus—mixed wisdom, untested. ‘I’ is real, felt knowledge.”

Dig into the dirt, and it’s murky. Ayodhya’s ancient excavations show settlements from 2000 BCE, per the Archaeological Survey of India

Kangana Ranaut, seriously? You open your mouth and out comes this gem: India’s freedom in 1947 was “bheekh” alms, a handout and the “real”

These days, it’s a storm of uncertainty—layoffs loom like dark clouds, and the chorus of worry echoes: “What if I lose my job?” The fear is real, but so is the trap of inertia. Instead of preparing, adapting, or exploring new paths, many cling to excuses, frozen like a deer in headlights. Losing a job stings, no doubt, but is it the end?

“You know,” she said, nudging my elbow, “Pallavi still asks about you. My forever crush now turned dermatologist, your ‘what-if’ girl from 5th grade. Should I arrange a school reunion?”, I laughed, half choking on the coffee, ..

Then, at noon, a sergeant dumped a pile of registries on me—tedious verification work, page by page. My heart sank.

Slap. The sound hit before the pain did. A sharp crack, then a sting blooming across my right cheek. Shock froze me—eyes wide

The BJP and its Sangh Parivar allies have created a culture of fear. Their foot soldiers—whether it’s cow vigilantes lynching Muslims or hit squads targeting intellectuals—operate with impunity.

I stood guard with a .303 rifle slung over my shoulder, boots polished, posture rigid, watching over officers’ quarters, the stadium, even a burial ground.

Here’s the unshakable truth - our future is in our own hands. No one else holds the pen to our story. To believe otherwise is to surrender our power to a lie. Let’s write our own destiny—one bold, thoughtful choice at a time.