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Details about the rescue op for the U.S. Weapon Systems Officer, via a U.S. military official: "The mountain top area on the left is where the WSO was hiding (he ejected 5ish miles northwest of there). The right area is the makeshift landing strip where they landed 2 C-130s and had 4 MH-6 Little Birds. "One Little Bird flew to that mountain top area and rescued the WSO and brought him back to the landing strip. And of course the two C-130s' nose gears got stuck in the dirt. So after a few hours they had to bring in three AFSOC Dash-8s to fly out the rescued WSO and the 100 or so personnel involved in the op." 1/2

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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 The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.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.

Dear @ICICIBank_Care Do you guys realise how much business you guys lose due to these stupid AI bots who fail to understand anything leave alone resolving a query. Please tell me how can I speak to a human customer care executive? @ICICIBank

First Sri Lanka, then Bangladesh… now Nepal. Mass protests forcing leaders to step down. Common Factors in All Three 1) Economic Crisis / Mismanagement ⚠️Sri Lanka: Skyrocketing inflation, fuel & food shortages. ⚠️Bangladesh: Inflation + unemployment + corruption anger. ⚠️Nepal: Corruption allegations, rising prices, governance failure. 2) Youth-Led Movements In all three, students & young professionals were the frontline force. Social media mobilization amplified street protests. 3) Corruption & Accountability Demands Across borders, people demanded action against corruption, nepotism, and elite misuse of power. 4) Collapse of Trust in Institutions People felt parliaments, courts, and bureaucracy were protecting rulers instead of citizens. Street became the final court of appeal. 5) Leader Resignations Under Pressure Leaders didn’t step down out of goodwill but because the protests became unstoppable, threatening complete collapse of governance.

A downed Russian surveillance drone type Gerbera contained test footage from the Chinese factory from which it was delivered.

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🚨 #AI171 RAT Fully Deployed at approx 60 ft AGL? 📸 CCTV shows RAT deployed while aircraft barely airborne ✈️ Report: Liftoff at 08:08:39 UTC, both engines cut off at 08:08:42 🛠️ Boeing 787 RAT takes ~3–5 seconds after engine failure to fully deploy ❓Then how is RAT already fully out at 60 ft? 🧩 This suggests engine failure occurred before 08:08:42 🔍 Raises serious questions on timeline accuracy & data interpretation #AI171 #Boeing787 #AviationSafety #Annex13 #JustCulture

Something about this crash doesn’t sit right A Boeing 787 is one of the most advanced passenger aircraft in the world. It’s built to handle engine failures, weather, and even major system issues. Yet today, one crashed right after takeoff from Ahmedabad What’s deeply unusual: ◾️The plane was in the air for less than a minute ◾️It reportedly didn’t climb beyond 600 feet ◾️The landing gear may not have retracted ◾️No clear distress call was received ◾️The aircraft was fully fuelled for a long-haul flight ◾️This is the first fatal crash of a 787 in commercial service This isn’t how a modern plane is supposed to behave. Not a 787. Not under normal conditions Something serious went wrong either with the aircraft itself, or with the checks before takeoff. People lost their lives today. Families are waiting for answers. And the aviation system must respond with honesty, urgency, and care. #AirIndia #Boeing787 #PlaneCrash

The escalation ladder is a wonderful piece of fiction that depicts a neat ladder to nimbly clamber up and down in a rational environment. In actual fact there’s no ladder, you are leaping into a chasm with little understanding of the pitfalls on the way.

What else to expect from a society which cheers the bully!

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Dear @HPCL, I've been trying to book an LPG refill since the last several days. But all online platforms are returning the error saying, "biller facing technical issue". What is this glitch which you can't fix in 2 weeks? I am attaching screenshots. Plz resolve the isssue ASAP.

Is there life on Mars?

Assuming India win tomorrow, they will have won 5 of their last 9 Tests in Australia. England have won 0 of their last 15 Tests in Australia, losing 13 of them. The premier Test battle of today is clearly Australia versus India.

A newspaper ad tells me 24th Oct (today) is Guru Pushya Nakshatra, the most auspiciois day to buy gold. I am going to buy a pack of Gold Flake cigarette and gift it to my smoker friend.

That was a sensational catch! One of the best outfield catches you will ever see. Take a bow Axar Patel . #T20WorldCup

Today I had the pleasure of reuniting with Sharda Ugra over lunch in Bengaluru, a meeting that felt like a bridge connecting the past and present of my journey. The story of our connection takes us back to the moment when a young, 17-year-old me was embarking on his first Olympic Games to Sydney—a journey first captured by Sharda's insightful interviewing. Our story weaves through the highs and lows of an athlete's life, particularly a poignant moment in Athens, where, despite breaking an Olympic record, I faced a heartbreaking defeat, finishing 7th. In the whirlwind of emotions that followed, feeling the weight of my world turned upside down, I confessed to Sharda, "I am done. I want to give up." Yet, it was in that moment of despair that Sharda, with the utmost kindness, told me what then seemed like nonsense, "You will win gold in Beijing." And as fate would have it, her words turned into a prophetic encouragement that led me to scream, just minutes after winning the Olympic gold in Beijing, "You were so right!" Reflecting on that journey, it's clear that while it was Sharda’s job to report on my meltdown in the Olympic final—which I am sure she did—she first approached me as a human being who was in despair. Her gentle and kind words in that moment of despair had a profound impact on me. It is a testament to the power of empathy and the strength that comes from the support of those who believe in us, even when we doubt ourselves. Sharda Ugra remains my favorite sports journalist, not merely because of this personal story but due to the quality of her work and the integrity with which she approaches it. For over two decades, Sharda has played a significant role in writing about athletes and their journeys, capturing not just the achievements, but the human spirit behind each victory and defeat. As I share this story, it's a reminder of the incredible people we meet along our journey, whose belief in us can light the path to our greatest achievements. Sharda, thank you for being a beacon of inspiration, not just for me, but for countless athletes whose stories you've told with such grace and empathy. Here's to the power of words, the resilience of the human spirit, and the unbreakable bonds formed through the love of sport. 🌟 #Gratitude #Inspiration #OlympicJourney

Vimal Patni’s company donated Rs 20 crore and his family another Rs 8 crore to political parties through #ElectoralBonds. He was an accused in the controversial 2005 Sohrabuddin encounter case and was later acquitted by the CBI court, along with others. reporters-collective.in/trc/vimal-patn…