Devika Devaiah

Do Listen Folks! 🎧 Kiran, Machettira Poovamma, Vithya Ramraj and Prachi on winning first Gold for Indian in Athletics at Asian Games 2026! 🇮🇳🥇 They were pretty determined to win this Gold Medal, it’s was like do or die for them! 👏👏👏

Gen-Z का नया वंदेमातरम नहीं सुना तो कुछ नहीं सुना।@INCIndia

Avrebbe potuto ritirarsi nel terzo set: non ce la faceva più. E invece ha deciso di arrivare fino in fondo, anche se non aveva speranza. La grandezza di Sinner è anche questa cosa qua. Forza Jannik, oggi più che mai.

People in a village in Manipur had to walk sometimes up to 2 days to reach a hospital. Villagers requested a road many times, but the government had ignored the demand for over 30 years. Then a newly appointed IAS officer, Armstrong Pame, promised to help and build a road. He asked the government for funds → No response. Instead of waiting on hope, he created a Facebook campaign and raised ~₹40 lakh through crowdfunding. Donations came from contributors across ~25 countries. He himself contributed ₹5 lakh from his own savings. He and the villagers themselves built a 100 km road in ~210 days. The road is named “People’s Road”. The government has crores for freebies, but no money for remote villages, because it is never urgent for them.

Journalist Samer Alboji reports that the Palestinian child Hassan died due to the Israeli occupation’s siege, which prevented him from leaving Gaza for medical treatment, sharing footage of the baby at the hospital alongside Moath Abutaha, who was also killed by the occupation forces.

We managed to transfer Alexei’s biological materials abroad. Laboratories in two different countries conducted examinations. These laboratories, independently of each other, concluded that Alexei was poisoned. These results are of public importance and must be published. We all deserve to know the truth.

Why does sugarcane taste so sweet in India today? India’s sugarcane wasn’t always this sweet. The reason it tastes the way it does today goes back to the stubborn brilliance of one woman who fought prejudice, doubt, and even war. Thread. 1/19

Puranaanooru - 187. "A country is as good as its citizens are" Blog: bit.ly/2gpN7wV

Thinking about linen curtains and golden hour

Amir walked 12 kilometres, barefoot, to get food. He kissed the hand of an American soldier, thanking him for a bag of rice and lentils. Then Israel killed Amir, right in front of the soldier. A child, grateful for lentils. Executed in broad daylight. Amir was 5 years old.

Day 6 of drinking and water and salt so we our organs don't fail. Day 7 is tomorrow, we will do the same. Day 8, the same. Week 4, most of us will not be here anymore. Month 2, the world will wonder how 1.8 million people were allowed to be starved to death. Save us.

The E.U. aren’t just complicit in this barbarism, they are directly participating in Genocide.

“Israel has written one of the darkest pages of human history.” —Francesca Albanese, UN Special Rapporteur

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The kindness of people in India never ceases to astonish me. Today, once again, my 85-year-old father in Bengaluru, who has been particularly difficult after his brain injury, insisted on going out to Xerox some document, visit the bank, and get some printout on stamp paper. He asked me to hire a driver for his car. My sister, the attendant, and I accompanied him dutifully, knowing well that any attempt to explain how these errands could be handled over the phone would only lead to an emotional meltdown. But this time, we took a different approach. We decided not to intervene—not to offer help, not to reason, not to invite reprimand. We would simply let him carry out his missions on his own, in his own way. Secretly, we hoped he might encounter a bit of resistance from the outside world and perhaps learn a lesson when bank staff or vendors refused to indulge his impatience. Like Thomson and Thompson of Tintin fame, my sister and I sat in the background, nervously anticipating a series of explosions, while the attendant trailed behind my father like a shadow. But Ram Ram the people of India, with their deep wells of patience and respect for elders! Even when my father barged into the Chief Manager’s room at the bank and presented his list of demands, no one rebuked him. They listened, tried to understand, and genuinely attempted to help. At the xerox shop, when he waved his phone and declared he needed a copy of a document, the vendor asked him to email or WhatsApp it. Watching from the car, my sister and I were stunned when the vendor patiently guided my father through the process of sending the file. He even offered him a chair and showed no irritation, despite repeated pestering. At another location, when my father began hustling ahead without waiting for instructions, the lady there simply said, “Sir, please don’t start scanning before even knowing how much you have to pay. Hang on, Sir.” Her tone was kind, not curt. And so, my father returned home with a sense of accomplishment No one scolded him. No one dismissed him. No one even frowned. Perhaps these strangers saw their own father or grandfather in him. I recalled the words of William Durant: “India will teach us the tolerance and gentleness of a mature mind, the understanding spirit, and a unifying, pacifying love for all human beings.”

Given how the idea caught on, had to lean in, use old dashcam videos, summon AI Attenborough… and commit. Episode 1 of Ass****s of Pune : The Poona Contrarian A documentary on confidence without consequence. Watch here:

My wife does not let me step out of the house . Does not let me see my friends . It’s suffocating ! “Come na, Meera… just till the balcony?” She didn’t look up. “Not today,” she said softly, her fingers tracing circles on the bedsheet. We’d been playing this scene on repeat for over a year. Every morning I’d ask. Every morning she’d say no. The last time she stepped outside was the week before Diwali, the year before last. She used to love this city. Loved bargaining at Lajpat Nagar, loved walking through Lodhi Gardens on winter mornings.But ever since that night, since the fire, the fire that killed our daughter , she hadn’t stepped out. Not once. The world slowly faded around us. No guests came over. I stopped picking up calls. The doorbell rang less and less. It was just us now, in this two bedroom DDA flat with peeling paint and a leaky tap that I never got around to fixing. One afternoon, the phone rang . “Hello?” “Arre bhai! Kya haal? Chal aaj nikalte hain, I’m picking you up!” It was Rishi. The only friend who hadn’t given up on me. “Aaj nahi yaar, Iam not up for it ,” I said. “You’ve been saying that for months.” “I know. Sorry.” I hung up. “Who was it?” Meera asked from the next room. “Rishi. Wanted to hang out.” “You’re not going, right?” “Of course not.” She nodded, but her voice shook just a little. “I’m glad. I get nervous when you’re not home.” That evening, like always, we curled up on the divan with a blanket, laptop on the stool, and an old film playing. She leaned her head on my shoulder. Her presence was warm, real. Familiar. Then, the doorbell. Meera sat upright. “Who is it?” she whispered. “No idea. Must be some courier.” But it rang again. And again. And again. I opened the door. Rishi stood there, grinning like an idiot. “Bhai, enough is enough. I’ve come to kidnap you. let’s go.” “I can’t, yaar.” He pushed past me into the living room. “Then we hang here. I’m not going back alone tonight.” I sighed and followed. He plopped down on the armchair we never used anymore . “Movie night, huh?” he said. “God, it smells like something’s burning.” “Must be from outside,” I said quickly. Meera had gone quiet. She always did when guests came. We sat in awkward silence, half-watching the movie. Rishi cracked a few jokes. I smiled politely. Meera pressed closer to me, whispering comments about the film, as she always did. But Rishi kept glancing at us. Not laughing anymore. Just watching. Something in his eyes changed. When the movie ended, I walked him to the door. Before leaving, he paused. His face looked pale. “Bro… I have to ask.” “What?” His voice dropped. “Who were you whispering to?” My mouth went dry. The shovel made a dull thud against the backyard soil. The earth was damp from the evening fog. Rishi was a good friend. I’ll always believe that. But he said something that Meera should never hear. She still thinks she survived that Diwali fire.That she is still alive . And every day, I help her believe it.

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