Akshay

@DipshikhaGhosh read a book and enjoy your own company.

Thinking about celebrating my birthday with people around is making me physically sick. What can I do instead?

@ValueWithPrem spot on

You pay European level income taxes for sub Saharan public services. You never realise what this does to your wealth. 5 minutes that decides whether you stay middle class or not. 👇🏻

‘Arranged marriage’ is largely dead in the urban upper middle class strata. Kids grew on movies and TV, want to find love, for whatever reason — dont. Then parents set them up. Kids forcefully superimpose a romancemax hollywood love-style relationship frame on what is otherwise a contractual relationship that hopefully blossoms into love. Proposals, rings, baby/shona from day 1. None of this is felt, its performed. Reality sets in 6-12 months later. Wife will not play 80-90s style bahu who runs around saying ‘mummy ji ko bura na lage’. Modern bahus care 2 shits about saas. Men quickly fall out of fascination with their ‘new toy’- the honeymoon, the wedding, the photos, the sex fades. Family expects joint family behavior, couple has nuclear family ethics. Family set up an arrangement, kids performed a different performance. Resentment builds slowly. Man gets dragged between parents and wife. Wife feels antagonised by in laws. Parents feel mistreated and isolated in old age. It could have been simple if they picked one lane and lived it out. But marriage has become too complicated in modernity— too many concepts, references, moviepilled ideas, reelpilled fantasies, nostalgia coded platitudes compressed into one private relationship space, commented on and critiqued by everyone. If youre getting arranged married, dont force love into it. Let it arrive. It may not, and thats your gamble. But people who get married out of love may end up being wrong, or fall out of love. Thats their gamble. Live by the spirit of your decisions. Not by the aesthetics of someone else’s decision.

I love it when men try to Mansplain women's issues to women.. Hamari Dadi/Nani ne 100 bachche kar liye to tum ladies ko kya problem hai..

@Pmkphotoworks fair enough. People do tend to forget long journeys are a bliss in automatic on a crowded highway and manual can be turned on for when you do want to have fun.

The Indian car market is still largely obsessed with the idea that manual transmissions are superior. There's almost an anti-automatic sentiment among many car owners. ​The wildest reason I've heard for not owning an automatic is: ​"Driving a manual on the highway keeps your senses awake. Since there's nothing to do in an automatic, one might fall asleep and crash the car." ​In that case, how about focusing on becoming a better driver? Why try to force yourself to stay awake while driving sleepy? The more well-rested you are, the less of a danger you are to others. ​Progress in the name of convenience shouldn't be dismissed through flawed logic that masks poor habits as safety features.

@Prakharrmoney @Indianinfoguide fair enough

@dhurt_baba @Indianinfoguide The Asia Power Index includes countries like the United States and Russia because it measures how much influence each country has in Asia, not whether the country is geographically located in Asia.”

🚨Asia Power Index 2025- India enters into 'Major Power' League, securing 3rd spot after US and China. 1-United States – 80.5 (Super Power) 2-China – 73.7 (Super Power) 3-India – 40.0 (Major Power) 4-Japan – 38.8 (Middle Power) 5-Russia – 32.1 (Middle Power)

@JatinTweets_ michael keaton

Bale, Affleck or Pattinson ?? 😁🦇

@sachin_tdk blur the photo

Her parents owned just 2/3 acres of land. Coming from a rural area lacking basic amenities, she nevertheless managed to complete her MBBS, only for a corrupt system to take her life..! #JusticeforSampada #justicefordr #doctor

A message from a Kindergarten teacher: After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old: “My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.” No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.” My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me. When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic. But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe. My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown. And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice. They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer. The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.” As if kindness were a weakness. Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure — a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.” a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.” a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.” Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up. But this last year broke something in me. The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival. I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times. So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998: “Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.” I sat on the floor and cried. No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications. I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced. I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers. So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try. Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

@Indianinfoguide how do you even achieve that?

🚨India could achieve quantum communication using satellite by 2030, says IIT-Delhi Professor

@NoContextBrits Reason for most independent days in the world.

@Rainmaker1973 21

What's the total number of people?

@gunsnrosesgirl3 A strict no

@PhysInHistory What would really happen if something travels faster than light ?

@TorqueIndia Are the brakes heating or the regenerative braking system heating up? Check yourself

Anyone faced this on Toyota hyryder or grand Vitara 1.5 3cyl variants?

The fact that she waived her right to have a closed trial so that ALL those men could be named publicly must never be underestimated. She’s helped/protected so many more women.

How to prepare your kids to attend public schools. 🔊 … 😂