Prabal Singh
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Solving data problems no one asked for. Yet! Talks Tech, AI & India’s rise as Vishwaguru | Views are personal
When Nitish Rajput exposed this corruption in NTA tender, They filed FIR against him This is why people fear to speak against paper leak 🙏🏻🙏🏻
Bangladesh has refused to travel to India to play the T20 World Cup, despite a final ultimatum from the ICC. This effectively means they are out of the tournament. Whatever your opinion of them, one must acknowledge the Bangladesh Cricket Board’s sense of self-respect. We didn’t really do much to them, just removed one of their players from the IPL, and they took it to heart enough to refuse to tour India. On the other hand, there was the BCCI, which couldn’t stop itself from playing an enemy country that had orchestrated one of the worst terrorist attacks against us just months earlier.
@Hardism It's @narendramodi ji whose credibility is lost today! @BJP4India was just another political party, perhaps corrupt like others - Modi ji was the exception!
We can be sure as the war ends, there will be another distraction by the US using "Aliens, UFOs, and UAPs". If Iran war was a distraction from Epstein files, this will be a distraction from war crimes. We can be sure of some Aliens dot gov site launching distracting the world.
In the 90s, in our little corner of Meerut, we didn’t need phones to organize cricket matches. We had rooftops. One boy would appear on his terrace with a bat. Another would step out pretending to water plants. A tennis ball bounced twice against a wall meant only one thing: “Match”? Within minutes, the whole gang gathered in the lane. No WhatsApp. No calls. Just gestures, eye contact, and an understanding only small-town childhoods had. Then came the real challenge - convincing mothers. “Aunty, homework baad mein kar lega”. “Bas sunset tak”. “Kal test bhi nahi hai!” And somehow, every mother knew every child. We played with one taped bat, one fading tennis ball, and rules invented on the spot: “One-tip-one-hand out”. “Ball in Gupta aunty’s house means six… but only if you bring it back else out”. As the sun disappeared, arguments got louder, shadows got longer, and nobody wanted the day to end. Today we live in apartments where neighbors barely know each other. But even now, some evenings, I look at nearby terraces expecting someone to silently raise a bat in the air. Because gully cricket was never just cricket. It was an entire neighbourhood showing up for you before sunset. Thanks @googleindia and @kptheswitch for bringing these memories back through this initiative. CC @KP24
