Venus Kuiya
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Venus Kuiya
@venuskuiya
Prev acc @wristf00l , got signed out by https://t.co/bFLMEGa7SV All Things Motorsports. Motorsport Media & Broadcast Production - Sports Tech Denim, watches, noodles.
Dubai, Mumbai and Bangkok Katılım Ekim 2025
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Dibakar Banerjee wrote a mocking song about this 15 years ago. That's how old this trope is.
Indian Tech & Infra@IndianTechGuide
🚨 Maharashtra’s economy is set to surpass Singapore and UAE in 2-3 years, says CM Devendra Fadnavis.
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@SnazzyLabs @applefiles_ I took to the Air courtesy your tweet then.
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@vishalmisra will sign up. could it churn data for mumbai t20 league?
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If RR lose, PBKS is in the driver’s seat. KKR will have a monumental task
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Virtus is the girlfriend you want. City is the wife you need.
Somnath Chatterjee@SomChaterji
Pick your choice. 😎.
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@GabbbarSingh Wrong answer before.
B62 Studios so its Dhurandhar.
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On spirituality and religion In the Age of AI x.com/pacificleo/sta…
Prashant Singh@pacificleo
The Morning After Scarcity: A 🧵 about spirituality and religion After AI and Before Enlightenment
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@mishra_baibhav No. I adore the brand and its battery life but aap ke liye nahi hai. Too downmarket.
Iphone folding ke liye wait karo
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𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞
What happens when you sail a 200-year-old death sentence into the Bermuda Triangle? A retired Navy Commander's terrifying true story.
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑬
On April 24, 1789, Captain William Bligh was cast adrift in a 23-foot open boat by mutineers near Tonga. It should have been his coffin. No charts. Almost no food or water. A death sentence in the vast, merciless Pacific.
Instead, Bligh performed the impossible. For 42 days, he navigated 3,600 miles of hell—sucked into the Gulf of Papua, swept west by the murderous New Guinea Current, threading the needle through the Torres Straits, and finally limping into Kupang, Timor. It remains one of the greatest survival voyages in maritime history.
Two centuries later, almost to the very day, we did something that sane sailors would call suicidal.
The Samudra followed Bligh's exact route. We reached the Polynesian islands when he did. We traced every nautical mile of his impossible journey, including the final stop at Kupang.
We thought we had cheated history.
We were wrong.
The real nightmare hadn't even begun.
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THE DEVIL'S TRIANGLE DOESN'T FORGET
We re-entered the Bermuda Triangle with a sick feeling in our guts. The last time we had dared these waters, our gooseneck had shattered, leaving us helpless in a 600-kilometer current grip. We barely escaped.
This time, sailing from Venezuela toward Panama, a northern depression unleashed its fury.
90-kilometer-per-hour winds.
20-foot waves.
Total darkness.
The frail yacht was a toy in the hands of an angry god. The generator died, choked by saltwater. Our batteries drained to nothing. We were suddenly, terrifyingly alone. No radio. No SOS. No GPS. Just the screaming wind and black waves crashing over the deck with the force of freight trains.
Then came the moment that turns a bad storm into a burial at sea.
The boat was shipping water.
Not a trickle. A flood. It was already over the floorboards and rising—hungry, cold, inevitable. With no electric power, we had only our hands and our will to live.
200 strokes on the hand pump. Each man. Each turn.
Sweating. Cursing. Praying.
A search party plunged below with torches, hunting the leak while the rest of us formed bucket brigades in the dark. The water didn't care. It kept coming. We kept bailing. Hour after hour. If we stopped, we died. It was that simple.
We found nothing. The holes were invisible in the torchlight. We had no choice but to survive until sunrise—or sink trying.
It was the longest night of my life.
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THE MIRACLE AT FIRST LIGHT
When dawn finally cracked the horizon, the search party found it immediately.
Our echo sounder transducers had been ripped clean away by the violence of the storm. Left behind: two gaping holes in the hull, through which the Pacific was surging to claim us.
But here is where the story becomes unbelievable.
The securing bolts—the only things that should have been washed away with the transducers—were still lying loosely in the holes. Those two slender pieces of metal had jammed themselves in just enough to reduce the flooding from catastrophic to merely terrifying.
Had those bolts been lost in the storm, nothing could have saved us. Not the pump. Not the buckets. Not divine intervention. We would have gone down in total darkness, another mystery for the Triangle's graveyard.
When we finally reached Panama and touched solid ground with shaking legs, we learned the horrifying truth: two other yachts had sunk in that exact same storm in the Caribbean.
Two yachts lost.
We lived because of two bolts.
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Commander P. Kumar (Retd.) is a former Indian Navy officer and circumnavigator.
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Just utterly brilliant. Never seen this video of the ambassador.
Nagrik 🇮🇳@indian_nagrik
If you want to understand how badly we have been ruined by Modi, just watch this video. The reason we are being treated as cockroaches is becaue as a nation we have stopped valuing hard work, integrity, politeness, and more importantly the art of dialogue. India needs a reset.
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