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@Ved_krish you need to post more often....loved seeing Chuk at Delhi airport lounge all round

Tea break near #IOCL Jaswal Filling Station, Phagwara.Found hi-quality spanking clean toilets👌- with water, soap & even a blower hand dryer! Truly impressive for a highway fuel station. Complimented the owner💯. @IndianOilcl Small things, big difference. #SwachhBharat

@MohiniWealth Brilliant work by @MumbaiPolice and beautiful story writing. Brought alive the whole chain of events.Hear-touching and Heart warming.

On the night of May 20, 2025, a little girl in a faded pink frock fell asleep on her mother’s lap at Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Terminus. Her parents, simple people from Solapur, had come to Mumbai for her father’s treatment. They were exhausted. Just for a moment, the mother closed her eyes. When she opened them, her daughter was gone. Six months. Six months of walking from police station to police station. Six months of showing the same crumpled photograph to strangers on trains, in slums, in orphanages. Six months of the father not sleeping, the mother not eating, both of them growing hollow-eyed, whispering the same name into the dark: “Aarohi… Aarohi…” In Varanasi, a thousand kilometres away, a tiny girl with no memory of her real name was learning to call herself “Kashi.” She had been found crying near the railway tracks in June, barefoot and terrified. The orphanage gave her food, a bed, and a new name. She smiled easily, because children always do, but sometimes at night she clutched the edge of her blanket and asked for “Aai” — Marathi for mother — and no one understood. Back in Mumbai, the police refused to close the file. They printed posters with Aarohi’s face, stuck them on every platform from Lokmanya Tilak Terminus to Bhusawal to Varanasi Cantt. They ran newspaper ads, knocked on doors, begged journalists for help. Six months is a long time for hope to stay alive, but some officers carried her photograph in their shirt pockets like it was their own child. Then, on November 13, a local reporter in Varanasi saw the poster. Something clicked. He had seen a girl who spoke Marathi words in her sleep. He made a phone call. The next morning, a Mumbai Police inspector sat in front of a laptop in Varanasi and opened a video call. On the screen appeared a little girl in a pink frock — the same colour she was wearing the day she vanished. The mother, standing behind the officer in Mumbai, saw her daughter and collapsed without a sound. The father just kept repeating, “That’s my Aarohi… that’s my baby…” They flew her back on Children’s Day — November 14. When the plane landed, the entire Mumbai Crime Branch was waiting. They had bought her balloons and a new frock, sky blue this time. But the moment the little girl stepped out and saw the sea of khaki uniforms, she did something no one expected. She ran. Not away — toward them. Tiny legs pumping, arms outstretched, she threw herself at the nearest officer and laughed — the purest, clearest laugh that had been missing from the world for half a year. The officer, a tough man who had seen everything, felt his eyes burn. He lifted her high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like he was family. Her parents were crying too hard to walk. So the policemen carried their daughter to them. The mother touched her face again and again, as if checking she was real. The father fell to his knees and pressed his forehead to his child’s tiny feet, sobbing words no one could understand except God. And the little girl? She just kept smiling, looking from her parents to the officers and back again, completely unaware that she had turned an entire police station into a sobbing, laughing, praying family. Six months of darkness ended in one hug. Aarohi is home now. The kidnapper is still out there, but that is tomorrow’s fight. Today, a mother is singing lullabies again. Today, a father is smiling in his sleep. And somewhere in Mumbai, there are policemen who will never forget the weight of a four-year-old girl in their arms — the weight of an entire life returned. Sometimes the uniform doesn’t just catch thieves. Sometimes it carries lost children all the way back to their mothers’ hearts.

One of the most common mistakes made by many Indian parents is allowing their children to sit in the front seat of a car. While it may seem harmless or even fun for the child, this practice is extremely dangerous. In the event of an unfortunate accident, the child is at a much higher risk of serious injury or even death compared to an adult passenger. Airbags, for example, are designed to protect adults, not children. When they deploy, they open with immense force, which can cause severe head, neck, or chest injuries to a child sitting in the front seat. Similarly, the lack of proper restraints in the front makes the child more vulnerable to being thrown forward during a crash. For this reason, child safety seats are not just a recommendation they are a necessity. Child car seats are specifically designed to protect young passengers by securing them properly, distributing crash forces evenly, and reducing the chances of fatal injuries. Around the world, strict laws make the use of child restraint systems mandatory, and India too must adopt stronger awareness and enforcement in this regard. Indian parents must shift their mindset from convenience to safety. Placing a child in a proper child seat at the back of the car is not only safer but could be life-saving. The cost of a child seat is minimal compared to the priceless value of a child’s life. Road safety begins at home, and parents play the most important role in ensuring it. #driveresponsibly

The advantages and perils of AI ~Sunil Mittal

Textiles getting complex.Lyocell, Cotton, Polyester, Elastomultiester,Elastane

@NileshShah68 Ya ,that's an RT advt. on an Indian Cab -Can see a Hindi hoarding behind..m

In 1997, Roberto Carlos made the greatest free kick in all of football history

Arnold @Schwarzenegger has a powerful message for those who have gone down a path of hate.

Priceless Lessons from Steve Jobs - 2005 Motivational Speech at Stanford. Revisiting these 15 minutes can change your perspective about Life. What a Man 🍎 Watch. Bookmark. Share Widely. #FI

Orca killer whales show high level intelligence and coordination for hunting a seal🐋

On the Ashoka WhatsApp group there is a discussion on the convocation speech and what kind of convocation speakers we should look for. Most people are posting videos of commencement speakers from US universities. I posted the following message 👇 A random thought on convocation speeches. We want a convocation speech that is slick. One that is delivered by a speaker in polished sophisticated English. With the right accent using the right words. The convocation speaker in my graduating class at IIMA was V Krishnamurthy. Chairman of SAIL. He said all the right things but guess what - thirty four years out I don’t remember a word of what he said and I don’t think what he said made any difference to the lives of any of my classmates. That speech did not change anyone’s behaviour or influence any of the choices we made in our lives. However I vividly remember remember the speech made by the chief guest at IIMA in the previous year. Being in the junior batch I was not invited to the event so along with several others from my class I watched the function from the first floor of the building on the side. The chief guest was Dr Verghese Kurien Chairman NDDB. He was not polite. He was downright rude. He was condescending. He was sarcastic. He was caustic. He was insulting. He spoke a few home truths to the graduating class. He taunted us. He opened by congratulating the graduating class. He then said that this is not the Indian Institute of Management. This is the Indian Institute of Management for Shampoo Salesmen. And that the entire graduating class could now look forward to a life where they spend their time selling soap and shampoo. For that is the limit of our aspiration and ambition he said. We just wanted to work for Multinational Corporations peddling their wares to Indian consumers. Such a collosal waste of talent he called it. And throughout his speech he repeatedly used the term “shampoo salesmen” derisively to describe the graduates of IIMA. He challenged us to do something more meaningful with our lives and try and make a difference. But then he lamented that his words were going to fall on deaf ears and that we would take the safer option. Now it requires some guts to go as a chief guest to a function and then make a 30 minute speech berating and insulting your hosts. But that was Dr. Verghese Kurien. In your face. Blunt. Calling a spade a spade. By the end of it our ears were burning. But guess which speech we remembered. And Some of us did do something different. The class of 1989 has produced the most number of entrepreneurs in the history of IIMA. Sometimes warm fuzzy convocation speeches don’t make lasting impact.

#WATCH | Delhi: First look at the New Parliament building that will be inaugurated by Prime Minister Narendra Modi on May 28. #NewParliamentBuilding

Sharing so everyone cares about safety and driving

@WeekendInvestng Absolutely...Period !

IMHO JS is the best External Affairs Min India ever had....Period.

This runner exited a train, ran to the next stop, on got back on the same train

Who would have thought this use case.... 32 lakh weddings this season ..#Paytm karo 🤠😂

My dad - who worked as a Chief Operating Officer at an MNC for over 10 years- told me a fundamental mistake most managers make. He said - "Dhruv, there are two types of managers you'll meet." [Thread🧵]