Vikram Kulkarni 🇮🇳

@PahlaviReza this was the family of corrupt kings ..

President Trump is right. This regime only understands strength. Its infrastructure of terror— its leadership, machinery, and facilities that harm Iranians and Americans— must be destroyed and the entire regime must go. When Iran is free, the world will have lasting peace.

@TMT_arabic they are crying foul now? cowards..

🚨 BREAKING Israel appeals to the United Nations Security Council, requesting an emergency session and accusing Iran of using banned cluster munitions.

@Microinteracti1 i am glad i came across your post.. when i read the "good" tweet today morning i was dumbfounded.. i don't live in America but have close connections. The stake of hate dove deep into the heart of anything decent still left.

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

What a front page by @mid_day Awesome! We need the crooks in the Govt and BMC enjoying benefits flowing from these fine gentlemen to also be paraded in this rogue's gallery. @zoru75

@IncomeTaxIndia @nsitharamanoffc @officeofPCM @FinMinIndia @PIB_India you created panic for so many honest tax payers.. what are the penalties you will incur for this? who is getting fired?

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@thepassionateca @nsitharaman @nsitharamanoffc @IncomeTaxIndia i got the exact same email with same numbers. i don't even have a GST number. 🤯

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@SpencerHakimian that's so..

This is probably a stupid question but can someone explain it to me like I’m 5. If Iran blocks off the Persian Gulf/Strait of Hormuz, why can’t countries must move their oil through The Red Sea/Gulf of Aden?

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@grok @adwaitdash @KreatelyMedia @grok this is fake.. no such person exists. its AI generated

@adwaitdash @KreatelyMedia The song in the video is "After I'm Gone," an original by Michael Bennett from his emotional America's Got Talent performance. It's about a father's message to his son.

Talk to your parents They will not be with you forever 😭

The most embarrassing part of the WaPo layoffs isn't that journalists lost their jobs. It's that they still believe they mattered. Lol. Let's be clear: this wasn't a funding problem. Jeff Bezos isn't short on cash. If he wanted to subsidise indefinitely as a vanity project, he could. The layoffs happened for one simple reason -- the market decided these people are worthless. Not controversial. Not ideological. Just economics. The product under-performed. Readers don't care. Subscriptions didn't justify the payroll. And when an organisation is bloated, ideologically rigid, and increasingly disconnected from reality, the only rational solution is to cut fat. One-third of it apparently. That's the part these farewell threads avoid confronting. For years, western correspondents in India confused moral grandstanding with journalism. They believed their role wasn't to report India, but to lecture it from a pedestal built on outdated colonial assumptions and a nauseating superiority complex. They never served the readers...simply serviced their own sense of righteousness. The market saw through it globally. That these foreign bureaus are "vacation postings". Sit in elite clubs, speak to a few dozen diplomats and think tanks...and keep recycling the same things over and over again. You can even "generate" beautiful stories...ask Rukmini Callimachi. In Indian context, their favourite delusion is still Narendra Modi. Modi isn't a dictator clinging to power -- he keeps winning elections. Repeatedly. Decisively. That single fact collapses the entire narrative, so it is ignored. Instead, democracy is declared "under threat" every time Indian voters reject elite-approved outcomes. Apparently, democracy only works when it produces governments western newsrooms prefer. Covid coverage sealed their irrelevance. India's second wave was brutal, but instead of proportion, context, or nuances, readers were fed relentless imagery of Hindu funeral pyres, curated for maximum shock value. This wasn't reporting. It was panic production. Readers don't pay for civilisational death porn masquerading as news. They switch off. Kashmir? Misreported with utmost laziness. Terrorism softened, Pakistan backgrounded, Indian sovereignty framed as a disease. Delhi riots flattened into one-sided morality tales. Farmer protests romanticised while economic illiteracy and political capture conveniently ignored. CAA-NRC sold as genocide fan fiction. Every issue filtered through the same sneering lens: India bad, state evil, society dangerous. Here's the uncomfortable truth they refuse to acknowledge: this framing doesn't sell anymore. Not in India. Not globally. Readers aren't stupid. They can smell ideological assembly lines. When every story sounds the same, outrage fatigue sets in. That's what really happened here. Not censorship. Not fascism. Not silencing. Market correction. The hypocrisy is almost comic. These journalists love lecturing India about moral failure while the West is still unearthing the Epstein files -- decades of institutional rot, elite protection, and media complicity in shielding a predator network. Maybe introspection should precede instruction. The real reason India Inc's growth story irritates them is personal. It breaks the hierarchy and monotony. A country they were trained to view as permanently broken is growing, voting, building, and asserting itself without seeking western approval. That makes their role redundant. Nothing angers an auditor more than being ignored. Journalism that mistakes ideology for insight, and superiority for substance, doesn't deserve infinite subsidy even from a billionaire. The market spoke. The product failed. And the pedestal finally collapsed.

@BahlKanan they are acting worse than the local gundas ..

WOW! The government will deserve its share of your PPF, EPF withdrawals too. It'll deserve its share of your NPS gains too. And what logic is this? "If you are making a killing, why shouldn't I get something?" Madam, your government only told us to go ahead and buy SGBs without any taxation concerns. If investors make money, you'll retrospectively change your policies? Otherwise, ETFs are far more liquid than SGBs in the secondary market. Moreover, Gold is just one part of asset allocation. Overall portfolio XIRRs of investors are barely in early double digits despite taking risks.

@MarriottBonvoy @MarriottIntl dont you think this is getting a little ridiculous? Checkin time is now 4pm ? and check out is 11 am.. this is plain #robbery. We need to stop this utterly #dishonest practice. from 24 hrs it now gone to 19 hrs.. #marriott #travel

Message from Vikram Singh Mehta, Chairman and Non-Executive Independent Director of IndiGo

@IndiGo6E Who is going to fire this guy..?

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@IndianGems_ The people who use them..

What is stopping Indian Railways from becoming like this?

@IndiGo6E Fire his A$$.. reading from a teleprompter.. zero remore or accountability.

Message from Pieter Elbers, CEO, IndiGo.

@UKParliament I thought this was a parody accnt.. its not 🤦🏻‍♂️..

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@windscribecom my son introduced me to this service.. VPN is great (i think) .. their company culture seems so wacky i love it.. and i am getting 5GB for this dumb tweet.. or X ... or something..

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@Oye_M_G @IndiaWarMonitor

@IndiaWarMonitor Ground crew can enter the cockpit before the aircraft door is secured. I'm not familiar with the technical details, but what could happen if someone shut off the fuel supply before takeoff, and the plane attempted to fly with only the fuel remaining outside the tank?