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@Astro_Panditji_ Dec 6th, 1972

Rahu energy creates overnight success after years of invisibility. Saturn energy creates empires after surviving humiliation. Drop your full DOB and see which path is yours. Retweet, follow, and like for a detailed analysis.

A young student once asked a wise Monk.... MUST READ.. 🧵

"My name's Raymond. I'm 73. I work the parking lot at St. Joseph's Hospital. Minimum wage, orange vest, a whistle I barely use. Most people don't even look at me. I'm just the old man waving cars into spaces. But I see everything. Like the black sedan that circled the lot every morning at 6 a.m. for three weeks. Young man driving, grandmother in the passenger seat. Chemotherapy, I figured. He'd drop her at the entrance, then spend 20 minutes hunting for parking, missing her appointments. One morning, I stopped him. "What time tomorrow?" "6:15," he said, confused. "Space A-7 will be empty. I'll save it." He blinked. "You... you can do that?" "I can now," I said. Next morning, I stood in A-7, holding my ground as cars circled angrily. When his sedan pulled up, I moved. He rolled down his window, speechless. "Why?" "Because she needs you in there with her," I said. "Not out here stressing." He cried. Right there in the parking lot. Word spread quietly. A father with a sick baby asked if I could help. A woman visiting her dying husband. I started arriving at 5 a.m., notebook in hand, tracking who needed what. Saved spots became sacred. People stopped honking. They waited. Because they knew someone else was fighting something bigger than traffic. But here's what changed everything, A businessman in a Mercedes screamed at me one morning. "I'm not sick! I need that spot for a meeting!" "Then walk," I said calmly. "That space is for someone whose hands are shaking too hard to grip a steering wheel." He sped off, furious. But a woman behind him got out of her car and hugged me. "My son has leukemia," she sobbed. "Thank you for seeing us." The hospital tried to stop me. "Liability issues," they said. But then families started writing letters. Dozens. "Raymond made the worst days bearable." "He gave us one less thing to break over." Last month, they made it official. "Reserved Parking for Families in Crisis." Ten spots, marked with blue signs. And they asked me to manage it. But the best part? A man I'd helped two years ago, his mother survived, came back. He's a carpenter. Built a small wooden box, mounted it by the reserved spaces. Inside? Prayer cards, tissues, breath mints, and a note, "Take what you need. You're not alone. -Raymond & Friends" People leave things now. Granola bars. Phone chargers. Yesterday, someone left a hand-knitted blanket. I'm 73. I direct traffic in a hospital parking lot. But I've learned this: Healing doesn't just happen in operating rooms. Sometimes it starts in a parking space. When someone says, "I see your crisis. Let me carry this one small piece." So pay attention. At the grocery checkout, the coffee line, wherever you are. Someone's drowning in the little things while fighting the big ones. Hold a door. Save a spot. Carry the weight no one else sees. It's not glamorous. But it's everything." Let this story reach more hearts.... Credit: Mary Nelson

Wow... Warren Buffet says goodbye in his final annual letter today (full copy in the comments below). As he signed off, the following were final words of advice: "One perhaps self-serving observation. I’m happy to say I feel better about the second half of my life than the first. My advice: Don’t beat yourself up over past mistakes – learn at least a little from them and move on. It is never too late to improve. Get the right heroes and copy them. You can start with Tom Murphy; he was the best. Remember Alfred Nobel, later of Nobel Prize fame, who – reportedly – read his own obituary that was mistakenly printed when his brother died and a newspaper got mixed up. He was horrified at what he read and realized he should change his behavior. Don’t count on a newsroom mix-up: Decide what you would like your obituary to say and live the life to deserve it. Greatness does not come about through accumulating great amounts of money, great amounts of publicity or great power in government. When you help someone in any of thousands of ways, you help the world. Kindness is costless but also priceless. Whether you are religious or not, it’s hard to beat The Golden Rule as a guide to behavior. I write this as one who has been thoughtless countless times and made many mistakes but also became very lucky in learning from some wonderful friends how to behave better (still a long way from perfect, however). Keep in mind that the cleaning lady is as much a human being as the Chairman."

@imhiren7 @ankushhsinghvi Are we at the end of wave 4 correction, if I am not wrong give or take 1-2 days?

@ankushhsinghvi yes, with strict SL.

#Stock is down 10% but potential to rally again It's KIOCL - 566 t.me/TantraTrader #TantraTrader🕉️ #stocktobuy #kiocl

Japanese people - a thread 🧵 1.

This interesting chart was shared by @darkminer. I know this is a tall task in a country like ours. High income earners in India should aim for Level 6 or Level 7.

Microsoft just dropped a study showing the 40 jobs most at risk by AI and the 40 most secure.

When I was young, I thought life was about getting. Getting the house with the garden. Getting the girl with the laugh that made you dizzy. Getting the job, the recognition, the vacation, the photograph—framed just right. I thought we were here to fill our arms with as much as they could carry. And maybe you did too. I remember meeting a man once. He was in his seventies, skin like bark and eyes like still water. He said to me, “Son, we come with nothing. We leave with nothing. What you hold onto in between will either weigh you down—or teach you how to fly.” I smiled politely, not ready to understand. But the words lodged somewhere deep. Like seeds. And seeds wait. --- The years passed. I had the house. Not the biggest, but beautiful. Warm oak floors. A lemon tree out back that only bloomed in spring. I had the woman, too. The one with the dizzying laugh. We had rituals. Grocery lists. A shared calendar. We built a life out of goals and glue. And then— my uncle died. Suddenly, the house felt like a box. The lemon tree bloomed and I didn’t care. The calendar kept filling up, but my soul stayed empty. Grief has a way of revealing what you’ve mistaken for permanence. I stood in the hallway one morning, holding my uncle's old coat— It still smelled like him. And I realized something cruel and simple: I will have to let go of everything I love. Not just someday. Again and again. --- I started noticing things differently after that. At the café, I watched a man obsess over a scratch on his new car. It was barely visible, but you’d think someone had carved a wound into his chest. He was yelling at the barista as if she had done it. And yet, a woman nearby, sipping tea, had a wedding band on her finger and a scarf around her head—chemo style. She smiled at the barista. She left a tip. I wanted to ask her: How did you learn to let go? But I knew the answer. She had already begun to practice. --- The years passed. I watched friends rise and fall. One built an empire, sold it, and spent the next year in a fog, wondering who he was without his name on the building. Another lost his job, took up woodworking, and said for the first time in decades, he could breathe. I met a monk once in Kyoto. I asked him what he thought the point of life was. He smiled and handed me a cracked tea bowl lined with gold. “Kintsugi,” he said. “The art of honoring the broken.” And then: “Everything you hold too tightly will one day crack. The ones who live well are those who know how to fill the cracks with something precious—like grace. Or gratitude. Or gold.” --- Let me tell you something I wish someone had told me when I was younger: It’s not about what you own. It’s about what owns you. The car isn’t the problem. The house isn’t the trap. Even desire isn’t the enemy. It’s the clutching. It’s the story that says, “I am not enough without this thing.” Because one day, whether by wisdom or by force, you will have to let go. Your body. Your titles. Your things. Even the people you love most— you will have to release them into whatever comes next. And when that moment comes, what matters is not how full your hands were. It’s how full your heart is. --- So now, when people ask me what I want from life, I don’t list things. I list feelings. I want to walk into a room and not need to prove anything. I want to hold someone I love without the fear of losing them poisoning the moment. I want to create, give, and release, heal and be true to myself—over and over again. Like breath. Like tide. I want to meet death the way I met birth: with nothing but wonder. And open hands. --- Because, my friend— we come with nothing. We go with nothing. But in between, we get to decide what kind of soul we carry. You cannot take the gold. But you can become it. Afshine Emrani July 2025

@stocky_bhai Posting outdated content on Notebook lm and making a podcast does not help. Pl do better work. Most of the discussions are totally outdated. Just giving a feedback

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@VishalBhargava5 Vishal - why cannot the gvt make registration mandatory within 30 days of booking the property ? Second - What do you think will be the ramifications to the Gurgaon market (where benami and traders play this game), once the new Property Registration bill comes into force?

Gurgaon Real Estate: The House of Cards is on the Edge

An amazing story. “By the time I realized it was a black panther.... I had already fallen in love with it.”

In a Tokyo subway sits one of the world's most prestigious restaurants: Only 10 seats. Run by a 99-year-old perfectionist. Turns down billionaires who begged for reservations. His 6 rules for mastery will change your life forever:

people who are masters at their work

A man who blows into a conch shell in Hawaii gets a response he will never forget…

A woman who lost everything in the flood disaster offers something to the reporter even in her bad situation. She is a very rich woman! ❤️

Man photographed The Sun in the same spot at the same time for 3 years & compiled all the positions of The Sun into this.

@KIOCLLimited @JM_Scindia @SteelMinIndia Your new CMD has just joined. You hide that tweet over 6 months old useless tweets? Any reason this is purposely done?

Cleaning activity had been carried out at Mangalore unit by Pellet Plant department at Process Fan 22 area, under #SwachhBharatAbhiyan @JM_Scindia @SteelMinIndia