Devashish Das

Today, as the first ever BJP Government takes oath in West Bengal, it is natural for all of us to remember Dr. Syama Prasad Mookerjee and his everlasting contribution to the nation and West Bengal in particular. No stone will be left unturned to fulfil his vision. During the swearing in ceremony in Kolkata, had the opportunity to meet Shri Makhanlal Sarkar Ji. A devout nationalist, he worked with Dr. Mookerjee and was even arrested in Jammu and Kashmir while accompanying him. He dedicated his life to our Party, expanding its base across West Bengal, inspiring people from all walks of life to join the Party. We in the BJP are proud that we have such motivating figures who have worked among the people and strengthened our Party.

@hvgoenka @BCCI Reducing the number of matches should be the first thing. Who on earth has time to watch all matches for goddam 60days.

IPL TV viewership reportedly down 26%. @BCCI should take it seriously as IPL has become a batting exhibition instead of a cricket contest. A few fixes: - Balanced pitches where bowlers matter - Rethink the Impact Player rule - Stronger fan engagement by franchises - Better stadium experience: toilets, seating, food, access Cricket is most exciting when there is uncertainty and balance… not just 225 vs 225 every night.

Constitution experts please advise if BR Ambedkar ji even thought about this scenario of a chief minister not resigning even after loosing election. If yes, what’s the next steps if not what can done by Modi-Shah duo. #ResignNahiDungi #Mamta #Bengal #ECI #Modi #Shah

The Lotus blooms in West Bengal! The 2026 West Bengal Assembly Elections will be remembered forever. People's power has prevailed and BJP's politics of good governance has triumphed. I bow to each and every person of West Bengal. The people have given a spectacular mandate to BJP and I assure them that our Party will do everything possible to fulfil the dreams and aspirations of the people of West Bengal. We will provide a Government that ensures opportunity and dignity to all sections of society. @BJP4Bengal

3 days after last leg of election completed in West Bangal, not a single news channel/exit poll or intellectual can predict who’ gonna win BJP or TMC & this itself is biggest proof of live democracy. But didn’t Rahul Gandhi & opposition said our democracy is dead! #Bengal

Man to man

I hate my Job But it pays for Beers And I need Beers Because I hate my Job

@GanKanchi Beautifully put together👍

Confessions and realities 42M, 55LPA I am a 42-year-old man with a senior job in IT. I have a house in Chennai, a supportive wife, and two children. On paper, everything about my life looks perfect. I have achieved all the things society says a man should achieve. In my twenties, life felt different. I had friends to spend time with. We would hang out at Marina Beach and Besant Nagar beach, watch movies at Rohini, Udayam, and Kasi theatres, and ride around Mount Road on my RX100. In my thirties, I had colleagues to talk with over tea breaks. We would discuss apartments, onsite trips, and share random stories about life and work. But now, in my forties, life has turned into a quiet routine. My phone rarely rings for anything personal. Most calls are about office work, bank alerts, or someone from home asking me to pick up milk on the way back. The loneliness of a man in his forties is unusual. I am not physically alone, but I often feel like a machine. When I enter my home, I am simply “Appa.” I am the person who pays school fees, fixes the Wi-Fi, and handles repairs. My wife is busy with her work and the kids. My children are teenagers now, living in their own worlds and their own rooms. They love me, but they mostly see me as the person who provides comfort and stability. They no longer see me as an individual. At the office, I am the senior person. I am expected to have all the answers. I cannot tell my team that I feel tired. I cannot tell my boss that I sometimes struggle to keep up with new technologies. I must appear confident and strong, even when I quietly worry about the future. Sometimes I drive home slowly from work just to spend a few extra minutes in the car. I listen to songs from my college days. For those fifteen minutes, I am not a manager or a father. I am simply myself again. I realize that I have not had a real conversation about my feelings with anyone in years. My old friends now exist mostly as names on WhatsApp. We send “Happy Birthday” or “Congratulations” messages, but rarely talk. When we meet at weddings, our conversations revolve around our children’s grades or the cars we drive. We never talk about what we actually feel. The hardest part is that I cannot even complain. If I tell my family that I feel lonely, they look confused and say, “But we are all here with you.” They do not understand that a person can be surrounded by people and still feel like they are on a desert island. Society teaches men that if they provide money and security, they have succeeded in life. But no one teaches us how to deal with the silence that comes with it. I have built a beautiful life for everyone around me, but sometimes it feels like there is no space left for me inside it. And maybe… this is what life in your forties feels like.

Everything is urgent in the corporate world except recognition and salary raise.

- Study for 20 years - Work for 40 years ( If you're lucky in AI era ) - Free for 5-10 years - Die It's a scam.

Shooting at malls. Shooting at bars. Shooting at schools. Shooting at rallies. Shooting on tourists. Shooting on diners. Shooting on babies. Shooting even at the President despite all the security. Drugs, Guns, and Crimes everywhere. And other countries are "Hellhole?" Right.

Things that one didn’t think would be achieved by SIR

@kamleshksingh Tau- aaj Teen Taal main iska Hindi analysis ho jaye saral language mai. These type of articles should reach masses in the form of reels & short videos so that message can be amplified. Thank you for your attention in this matter!! Donaldu J Trumpet.

Thanks to this man in the Office, America ticks most of the boxes of a failed state. For now. indiatoday.in/opinion/story/…

🚨 U.S. MASS SHOOTINGS IN 2026 INCIDENTS: 119 DEATHS: 127 (>Eight months of the year left.) #Hellhole

TV panelist in 2026: The scale of central force deployment in Bengal is unprecedented Meanwhile, Laxman in 1971:

My wife let her go, hoping to find another maid within the same budget. and hired a cleaner at 4,000 and cook at 6,000 I am not talking about my wife and maid 🤣 It's a corporate HR!

Forever grateful to the audience that found Shawshank. It’s the quality that matters and time will be the ultimate arbiter. I hope the same will be true of Code 46, The Secret Life of Words and Catch a Fire.

The Shawshank Redemption flopped in theaters, $16 million worldwide on a $25 million budget, opening weekend just $727,000 in 1994, it disappeared almost immediately. It lost all seven Oscar nominations to Forrest Gump, no awards, no box office, the studio labeled it a failure and the director walked away devastated. Then something quiet started happening, VHS rentals, cable reruns, someone watching it alone on a Tuesday night and calling a friend the next morning. People who watched it told their friends, their friends told more people, it spread slowly, one recommendation at a time, no marketing push just genuine word of mouth. By 2008 it reached number one on IMDb, the audience voted it the greatest film ever made and it has stayed there ever since. It took 14 years to get there, a box office bomb turned into the highest rated film in history, built entirely by viewers long after the studio had already moved on.

Way back in school, I wrote to Asha Bhosle once. She wrote back. Encouraged, in the next letter, I dared ask her for two things. She obliged. I was super chuffed. I would show them off to people but never let anybody touch them. Precious. Decades later, I got a minute with her and told her I was the one she wrote back to. She said she responded to as many fan mails as possible, especially those from kids. There, there was a slight deflation. The memories are safe in my school trunk back home. Prized. Priceless. Thank you, and fare well, Asha ji.