Balajee Shandilya

The movie "Anand" hurts differently once you grow older. As children, you notice Rajesh Khanna’s charm. That smile. That warmth. That impossible ability to make even illness look full of life. Then adulthood arrives and suddenly Babu Moshai starts making sense too. Amitabh Bachchan’s silence in that film is extraordinary. He spends half the movie watching Anand live loudly while quietly preparing himself for loss. And somewhere between them, Hrishikesh Mukherjee creates one of Hindi cinema’s gentlest heartbreaks. “Babumoshai… zindagi badi honi chahiye, lambi nahin.” That dialogue survived generations for a reason. Notice how simple the film looks today. No manipulative background score screaming for tears. No dramatic hospital glamour. Just conversations, humanity and the unbearable knowledge that some people enter life briefly only to leave permanent emotional damage behind. Even the ending feels strangely quiet. Like somebody important just left the room… but their voice is still floating around somewhere. Rcvd from WA (courtesy FB page Timeless Indian Melodies) @SanjayMuthal

@OfficialNBCC CMD why are you putting our lives at risk? Watch these videos shot on 24.05.2026 - This is the reality of Amrapali Dream Valley Phase 2, Techzone 4, Greater Noida West. Towers are being handed over without basic fire fighting equipment or emergency systems. If a tragedy occurs, you and your site in-charge Mr Aditya Paliwal are solely responsible. @noidapolice Mr Pradeep Kumar Chaubey (Chief Fire Officer), we residents are curious to know how your department issued an NOC to open these towers without having basic firefighting equipment and emergency response systems. @fireserviceup we residents request to Shri Sujit Pandey Ji, please take a note of these videos and do the needful accordingly for our safety. @DV2AOA NBCC's incompetence is known in the project of Green View, Sector 37D, Gurugram, but why did you agree to take over towers lacking basic fire safety? You are playing with residents' lives. You never heard residents voice. Can you give any reason why a suitable action should not be taken against you for playing life of residents? @MLJ_GoI Shri R. Venkataramani ji The Attorney General and the Court Receiver Amrapali Project, we residents would like to bring your kind attention towards this matter. @myogiadityanath Respected Yogi Aditya Nath Ji & @dmgbnagar DM Madam, Gautam Buddh Nagar, UP, we residents request you to please take immediate note of this major safety violation. Investigate how NBCC and the Adhoc AoA are breaking the law and putting thousands of innocent lives in extreme danger. @toi @DainikBhaskar @JagranNews @AmarUjalaNews @NavbharatTimes @TimesNow @htTweets @Live_Hindustan @aajtak @ndtv @ABPNews @indiatvnews @IBN7 @News18India @News18UP @SudarshanNewsTV @TheNewspinch, we residents request to please consider this as a serious news and investigate independently. Your news can save massive lives. #AmrapaliDreamValley #SafetyFirst #GreaterNoida

It is a huge day for Indian athletics. Unbelievable that it all happened in one meet!

India trains the engineer. America files the patents. Gurtej Sandhu was raised in Amritsar and trained at IIT Delhi. He now holds 1,299 US patents at Micron, Edison topped out at 1,093. Sandhu is the 7th most prolific inventor in American history. His titanium nitride deposition work is why every DRAM cell in your phone and every GPU training a foundation model actually holds charge. Micron, Samsung, and SK Hynix own 95% of global DRAM. None of them are Indian. We export the inventor. We import the chip.

Hero in real life ….

Instead of a cold tombstone, this actor buried his mother’s memory in thousands of blooming trees When his mother passed on, Sayaji Shinde gathered indigenous seeds equal to her body weight, and planted them. Today, those seeds have grown into vast forests: breathing life, giving shade, bearing fruit, and sheltering birds He says his mother still lives with him… in every rustling leaf and fragrant flower 🥹❤️ Isn’t it a meaningful way to honor someone you love?

The only cricket video we need to see today. The way in which he plays a few air shots, then gently kisses it and places the bat back. And walks away to work. This is beautiful. THIS is what they mean when they say cricket is a religion in India. Not all those painted faces in the stands, not those Jio Hotstar currently watching stats, or those fan club rivals... Beautifully played, sir. Live long and prosper. And may you find the time and the place to play those strokes...and someone who bowls at you. #Cricket #India #IndianCricket (@g_rajaraman, @Raja_Sw, @alawyerwrites, @WG_RumblePants, @CraigNelsy, @tds122, @Koushik_laribee, @ushrit2020, @TheGrou75062162, @VatsMusings, @saybwala, @anandkumarn, @pradeepmagazine and @drippingashes)

I am taken aback to see a public announcement offering a 1 crore reward for my beheading, issued by none other than a Nagar Palika Chairman and BJP leader from Sikandrabad, UP. This threat is circulating widely across social media platforms and has been reported in the mainstream media. My question to honourable @narendramodi, @amitshah, @nitinNabin, and @ombirla: Is declaring a bounty to behead a woman, a sitting Member of Parliament—issued by a BJP public representative in a BJP-ruled state—the true idea of "Nari Shakti Vandan" in New Bharat? While the BJP leadership, including honourable Chief Minster of West Bengal @SuvenduWB, made women’s security and representation a central election issue, an elected woman representative is now facing an open death threat from his own party member. Will @WBPolice @CPKolkata swiftly act on it and ensure safety? @bulandshahrpol @Uppolice I demand immediate legal and political action against the BJP member who is inciting my murder in broad daylight. I want to thank all my well-wishers who have expressed concern for my safety. Rest assured, I will continue to exercise my democratic right to be a voice of dissent both inside and outside Parliament and I will not be bullied into silence. Jai Hind 🇮🇳

Hyderabadi folks are hilarious.... 😂😂😀😀😂😂

Voice is back वैसे मैंने कई शो लिखे, कई बड़े कलाकारों के लिए स्क्रिप्ट लिखी लेकिन शेखर सुमन जी के साथ लिखने का जो मज़ा है वो कहीं नहीं है, मूवर्स एंड शेकर्स के समय से उनके साथ एक गज़ब की tuning रही है, वही मज़ा फिर उनके नये शो shekhar tonite के लिए लिख के आ रहा है... वो अपनी अदायगी से स्क्रिप्ट को next level पे पहुंचा देते है..

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Saw this young delivery boy in our society this morning, carrying quick commerce deliveries. Had a brief chat with him. He is a college student in Bhubaneswar, working part-time on a delivery platform. Sundays are full work days for him since college remains off. He lost his father a year ago, who worked in a small private company. No pension for the mother, no savings left for the family. But, this young boy chose responsibility over excuses. Today, he is managing his studies and expenses in Bhubaneswar through hard work and dignity, while also sending some money back to his mother, who lives in a village about 150 km away. Stories like these remind you how many silent fighters walk among us every day.

The Soldier Who Found a Baby on the Battlefield and Carried Her for 40 Miles The American Soldier Who Found an Abandoned Baby on the Italian Battlefield and Carried Her 40 Miles to Safety — Then Spent 60 Years Wondering If She Survived, Italy, 1944. January 1944. Anzio, Italy. The Anzio beachhead was a particular kind of hell — a narrow strip of Italian coastline held by Allied forces under constant German bombardment, no room to advance, no room to retreat, just the grinding daily mathematics of holding ground under fire. Corporal James Whitaker, 24, Georgia, was moving through a bombed farmhouse on a patrol assignment when he heard it. Not crying — past crying. The sound an infant makes when it has cried beyond what crying can accomplish and has gone to a place beyond it, a thin persistent sound like a mechanical thing running down. He found her in the farmhouse cellar. An infant girl. Eight months old at the most. Alone in a wooden crate lined with a woman's wool coat. Alive, barely, from cold and dehydration. No one else in the farmhouse. No one else anywhere visible. He picked her up. The Problem James Whitaker was on a combat patrol in an active battle zone carrying an infant who would die if he put her down and who he had no ability to help if he kept her. He had no formula, no milk, no baby supplies of any kind. He had his canteen, a chocolate bar, and forty miles between his position and the field hospital at the rear. He started walking. The Forty Miles He carried her inside his field jacket, against his chest, where the body heat kept her warm. He gave her water from his canteen, dripped slowly from his finger to her lips the way he had seen his mother water young animals — a memory that surfaced from childhood without warning and turned out to be exactly applicable. He broke small pieces of chocolate and let her suck the sweetness from his finger. He moved at night when he could, staying off roads, moving through terrain that was simultaneously trying to kill him from German positions and from Italian winter. He talked to her. Quietly, constantly, in the specific soft register humans use with infants regardless of whether the infant understands. He told her about Georgia. About his mother's cooking. About the farm where he grew up. He told her it was going to be fine, which he was not certain was true but which he had decided to commit to regardless. She was alive when he reached the field hospital at dawn on the second day. A nurse took her from his arms. He sat down on the ground outside the hospital tent and did not get up for an hour. The Handoff The field hospital logged the infant as a found civilian, turned her over to an Italian Red Cross representative, and that was the last official record that connected her to James Whitaker. He asked about her before he went back to his unit. They told him she was stable, that she would be placed with a relief organization, that she would be taken care of. He went back to his unit. He went back to the war. The Sixty Years James Whitaker came home to Georgia in 1945. He married. He had three children. He farmed and then he worked in hardware and then he retired. He thought about the baby for sixty years. Not obsessively — he was a practical man, not given to obsession. But consistently. On certain mornings. On certain nights. A presence in the back of his mind, an open question he had never been able to close. She would be in her sixties now, he would calculate. He did not know her name. He did not know if she had survived the war, the occupation, the chaos of postwar Italy. He did not know if she had a family, children, a life. He knew only that he had carried her forty miles and handed her to a nurse and never found out what happened next. In 2004, his granddaughter Sarah — seventeen years old, working on a school project about WWII — asked him if he had any war stories. He told her one. Sarah put it on the internet. The Finding Three months later, a woman in Bologna, Italy, contacted Sarah's email address. Her name was Maria Conti. She was sixty years old. She had been told, by the Italian family who had raised her, that she had been found as an infant during the Anzio campaign by an American soldier who carried her to safety. She had been looking for that soldier for forty years. James Whitaker was eighty-four years old when Sarah showed him the email. He read it twice. He looked up at his granddaughter. "She's alive," he said. "She wants to talk to you," Sarah said. They spoke by telephone first — Sarah translating between English and Italian. Then by letter. Then, in 2005, Maria Conti flew to Georgia. She was sixty-one years old. She was a schoolteacher. She had three children and five grandchildren. She walked into James Whitaker's living room and he stood up — slowly, at eighty-five, he stood up — and they looked at each other. Maria crossed the room. She took both his hands. She said something in Italian. Sarah translated: "She says she has wanted to say thank you her whole life. She says she is sorry it took sixty years." James Whitaker held her hands. He said: "Tell her sixty years is nothing. Tell her I just needed to know she made it."

सन् १९६५ से कई बार बिगड़ा है ये। पहले बाबा ने बनवाया। फिर पिताजी ने। और अब मैं। फिलिप्स रेडियो की सेवा लगातार जारी।

The lost train of Tinsukia. This is too hilarious. Remember there was a case of a missing tank in Ahmednagar some years back. The Indian Railways did one better.....they had a complete train missing for nearly 40 years. This is how it happened: The Lost Train. This rake was discovered on on 18th December 2019 lying at a small station about 40 kms short of Tinsukia main. Tinsukia itself is about 480 kms NE of Guwahati and about 80 kms from the Arunachal border. Apparently sometime in 1976 or so, the rake had been placed at one of the disused sidings temporarily, as there was no place available along the platforms at the station, which in any case was a very small one. Railway records show that the train had reached there at 11:08 AM on 16th June 1976. The engine ('power' in railway parlance) was disconnected from the rake and brought back to the station to assist in placing of certain goods wagons. Heavy rains and flooding took place with effect 11:31 AM, the same day. Enquiries ordered by the Railway Board reveal, at that point of time, the railway staff was totally involved in maintaining traffic continuity, track repairs and tackling the immediate flooding problem; as almost the entire station had been submerged in 5-6 feet of water. The passengers all had alighted and had made their way to their destinations, obviously with some difficulty. And with some help from the local villagers. During this period the Station Master too moved out on posting as also some of the staff. In the meantime people forgot about this rake as it was about 2 kms from the main station, at a limb and in a deserted place. Slowly vegetation took over the entire area. The remnants of the track leading to the rarely used siding, which had not been washed away in the flood, soon disappeared under bushes, shrubs and weeds. Snakes, birds and wild animals found it an ideal home, much like sunken ships in which marine life abounds. Time went by. Most of the older lot of railway men retired and others passed away. No one remembered the train. Daniel Smith, the engine driver emigrated to Australia in September 1976. On 5th December 2019, a satellite picture by one of the NASA satellites which was mapping the forest cover in the Asia-Africa region, captured somewhat obscure, hidden and not too clear pictures of this rake, under a thick forest canopy. Suspecting it to be the site of an Indian, camouflaged 'rail mobile' ICBM rake, it was forwarded to the Pentagon. Abnormal activity of a number of satellites over this area was then noted by ISRO, NTRO and Indian intelligence agencies. In the meantime Russian and Chinese double agents in the Pentagon informed their handlers, in their mother countries, about the 'ICBM Train' discovered by NASA. In a bizarre sequence of events, RAW got this information from agents on their payroll in Russia and China. Now alarm bells started ringing. Could it be a rogue action by an Indian ‘Dr Strangeglove' type of person-- civilian or military? Inquiries began at the Indian end. The PMO, DIA (Defence Intelligence Agency), NIA (National Investigation Agency), the MoD (Ministry of Defence) and the CCS (Cabinet Committee on Security) got involved. By an internal memo, the IHQ, the Military Space Command and SFC (Strategic Forces Command), all denied the placement of any such train/rake at the location being given. But subsequent aerial recce and pics taken by own satellites, IAF and the ARC (Aviation Research Center), all confirmed that a well camouflaged rake actually was there. Ultimately a ground party of SF including MARCOS and GARUD's was sent along with a senior intelligence officer from the NSA's office to the site in an hush-hush operation. And that is the story of the Lost Train! Unbelievable!!!! 💐🎉💐

I donated around 60 litres of breast milk to the government hospital in Hyderabad and Chennai during my first year of post partum!! Why does it matter? Just 100ml of donor milk can feed a tiny 1kg baby for several days. This donation could potentially support dozens of infants in the NICU. Donating is safe, screened, and desperately needed. Many NICU babies don't have immediate access to their mother's own milk due to medical complications. Donor milk acts as a vital bridge, providing immunity and nutrition during those critical first days. It serves as a bridge for mothers whose milk may be delayed due to stress, illness,malnutrition or premature birth.  Donor human milk is proven to significantly reduce the incidence of Necrotizing Enterocolitis (a life-threatening gut condition) in premature infants!!! Check your local govt hospital to see how you can help! #MilkBank #SavingLives #MaternalHealth

Death, taxes, and Virat Kohli playing a match winning knock in a run chase. The three certainties of life. #RCBvKKR

Rare footage from India captures a mother Elephant carefully guiding her calf across a railway track. Elephants are highly intelligent and deeply protective, and mothers are especially cautious when facing potential danger. Before crossing, the female pauses to assess her surroundings, using her acute senses to detect distant vibrations and the sound of approaching trains. Staying close, she gently directs her calf step by step, making sure it moves steadily and safely over the tracks. This moment beautifully reflects the strong maternal bond within Elephant herds, as well as their remarkable awareness and ability to navigate human-made obstacles in their environment. 🎦 Credit: Wildlife Rescuers.

Just seen Virat's interview. How wonderful to hear him talk about how much he loves batting. He just LOVES it! He also mentioned, it won't be forever......so, I urge all of you, enjoy it whilst it lasts!!!!!!!!! 🙏🏻

Throwback to when this baby elephant fell, got embarrassed, and ran back to it's mom

Bihar has its first angel investment network. This Saturday, its co-founder tells us how it happened. 🎙️ X Spaces · 16 May · 8 PM IST @thekshitizanand × @qounal 🔗 twitter.com/i/spaces/1qGvv…