Frieda Michael

Deeply anguished to learn of the tragic death of Nithin Raj, a young BDS student from Thiruvananthapuram, at Kannur Dental College, Anjarakandy. Audio recordings now reveal what his family has long alleged — relentless verbal abuse, casteist slurs, threats, and deliberate academic sabotage by faculty. A bright young life, extinguished by a toxic campus. This is chillingly reminiscent of the death of Sidharthan, another young student from Thiruvananthapuram. I had visited his grieving family after his tragic passing. In his case, it was student goons who drove him to his end, while a callous management looked the other way. Different perpetrators, same criminal institutional failure. These are not isolated tragedies. They are symptoms of a deeply diseased campus culture — one that preys on the vulnerable and shields the powerful. Nithin's family alleges he was mocked for his caste, his skin colour, his financial background. His internal marks were allegedly slashed as punishment. His mother's surgery was ridiculed in class. And when he finally dared to stand up for himself, a system that should have protected him failed him catastrophically. The suspension of two faculty members is a start — but nowhere near enough. I demand a thorough criminal investigation and full accountability across the college administration. How many Sidharthans and Nithins must we mourn before Kerala — and India — find the will to truly cleanse our campuses of this poison? Our institutions must be sanctuaries of learning and dignity, not arenas of humiliation and impunity. #JusticeForNithinRaj. Not tomorrow. Now. onmanorama.com/news/kerala/20…

@hyderabaddoctor Blessed to know that a doctor's intervention did the magic.

The Stroke That Couldn’t Break Her Spirit A reminder that kindness is sometimes the strongest medicine Life can change in a single moment. For Mrs. Vijayalakshmi (name changed), a 55‑year‑old clerk in a private company, that moment came when a sudden stroke left her unable to move her left hand and leg. The MRI confirmed a right hemispheric infarct. Hypertension and diabetes, her silent companions, were identified as the culprits. She was admitted to the ICU, fragile and frightened, and later shifted to the ward. Despite the best of care, she left the hospital in a wheelchair. I can still recall her face-painted with disappointment, her eyes heavy with questions about her future. She had been an independent working woman all her life, but now her livelihood seemed uncertain. At discharge, I spoke to her about physiotherapy and the power of persistence, trying to light a small flame of hope. But I wondered if it was enough. Two months later, she returned to my outpatient clinic, wheeled in by a hospital attendant. This time, she was alone. No family accompanied her. With a quiet voice, she shared her story: her husband had died of alcohol‑related liver failure barely a month earlier. Her only son had moved to Mumbai with his family and had cut-off all ties. Alone, unemployed, and with failing health, she was living a life of despair. In that moment, I realized she needed more than medicine; she needed someone to believe in her. After prescribing her routine medicines, I decided to step beyond the role of a physician. At her request, I wrote a letter to her employers, explaining that she could still perform much of her clerical work despite her limitations. I urged them to consider her for re‑employment, even at half her salary, so that she could retain dignity and financial independence. Three months later, Mrs. Vijayalakshmi walked into my OPD; not in a wheelchair, but on her own two feet. She had a slight limp, but her face glowed with pride. “Doctor,” she said with a smile, “I showed your letter to my employers. They welcomed me back. Though I cannot do everything, they are paying me 75% of my salary. I still miss my family, and my son’s silence hurts me deeply. But God sent you to my life. I am happy with what I have now.” Before leaving, she shyly handed me a small crumpled packet. Inside was a simple shirt. “Usually, we give such gifts to our relatives,” she whispered, “but today I want to give it to you.” I tried to refuse, but seeing the happiness it gave her, I accepted it with gratitude. That day, I was reminded of something profound: medicine heals the body, but compassion heals the soul. Mrs. Vijayalakshmi’s recovery was not just about medicines or physiotherapy; it was about dignity, hope, and human connection. Message for Doctors and Society Doctors are often taught that their role ends with diagnosis and prescription. But sometimes, our patients need us to extend beyond the walls of medical practice-to offer a kind word, an act of support, or simply a listening ear. These small gestures can transform despair into determination. As a society, we must remember that people recovering from illness also need dignity, purpose, and community. Jobs, social support, and empathy can be as life‑saving as medicines. Mrs. Vijayalakshmi’s story is a reminder that healing is not just about curing disease-it is about restoring hope. (Note: Based on a true incident; image is AI-generated)

@RNTata2000 Congratulations Sir! Wishing every intent success ❤️

Now this family pic is complete! 👏 Congrats to super mom of @rpraggnachess & #Vaishali

@C_P_Gurnani May the departed Soul Rest in Peace

Heartbreaking news..India has lost one its finest leaders today.. #VineetNayyar.. Personally it's like losing the light that has led me for decades...He was friend, philosopher, brother, guide & statesman par excellence.. My heart and thoughts with Reva and family. #OmShanti

@SumantBatra @film_worm Congratulations

When you come back from court and your editor is waiting for you to give you this surprise…to hand over the first copy of the book…it is a feeling, and a moment of happiness words can not describe. Thank you @film_worm #anarkalibysb #sumantbatra

@Mumbaikhabar9 Earnestly praying for a miraculous healing for junior mehmood. I believe in a God who makes a way where there seems to be no way. Join Johnny Lever and all those upholding him at the throne of grace.

Viral | Popular actor of yester years, Junior Mehmood has not been keeping well. Comedian Jonny liver seen here trying to lift up his spirits.

Goodbye Double-Decker Bus. The Last Double Decker bus (non-AC) leaving from Marol Depot today morning

Hello, Mumbai Police? I’d like to report the theft of one of my most important childhood memories. 😞

Really?? The truth is that, in large part, our poverty was a result of decades of colonial rule which systematically plundered the wealth of an entire subcontinent. Yet the most valuable possession we were robbed of was not the Kohinoor Diamond but our pride & belief in our own capabilities. Because the goal of colonisation—its most insidious impact—is to convince its victims of their inferiority. Which is why investing in BOTH toilets AND space exploration is not a contradiction. Sir, what going to the moon does for us is that it helps restore our pride & self-confidence. It creates belief in progress through science. It gives us the aspiration to lift ourselves out of poverty. The greatest poverty is the poverty of aspiration…

@manojchugh @SMEStreet_in @dealplexus Congratulations Manoj!

A Big Thank You to Faiz Askari and SME Street for recognising me as an MSME Influencer. I look forwrd to continuing my journy and support our MSMEs by sharng Best Practices on leveragng Digital to drive business success @SMEStreet_in @dealplexus #EkNayiUdaan #MSMEInfluencersForum

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What’s the right answer?

@LloydMathias @DDNewslive RIP

Doordarshan newscaster of the 1980s Gitanjali Aiyar passed away this morning. Condolences to her family.

Proud to share this picture with some inspiring women leaders of ⁦@tech_mahindra⁩ #ATL team Honoured to part of this intentionally diverse & globally inclusive team - let’s keep breaking barriers & paving way for a better future! #WomenLeaders #Diversityandinclusion

@SonyTV Excellent talent. Judges are kind hearted people, making tough decisions would have been tough indeed. Hope the show focuses on dance and some motivational sharing by judges and no TRP gimmicks

The hunt for India’s Best Dancer is ON! Our EENT specialist Judges Geeta, Terence aur Sonali hai taiyaar!

@hvgoenka And we can count our blessings, naming them one by one.

Start with an empty jar. Each week add a note about a good thing that happened to you. At the end of the year empty the jar and read all the amazing things that happened to you. It’s a very positive experience- it will make you feel good and grateful.

Absolutely true. All the world is a stage and here the stage meant the world to many.

@PTUshaOfficial Wish you all the best.

Riding the wave of faith, destiny and hardwork I have come this far and I am now ready to commence a new journey!

Today is #ForestMartyrsDay. A day to remember who laid lives to protect #nature in remote corners of the country. Do you know India is considered as deadliest country for forest staff. While fighting poachers, smugglers, diseases & loneliness. Lest we forget.