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बता दें कि ये टीचर आरक्षण वाले हैं और शोषित वंचित वर्ग से हैं!
इसलिए इनको अधिकार है कि ये कम मार्क्स लाकर भी शिक्षक बन सकें!
अब इसमें अगर लाखों बहुजन बच्चों का ही भविष्य बर्बाद हो तो होता रहे!
लेकिन 1 शोषित वंचित टीचर बना, यही सबसे बड़ा सामाजिक न्याय है!🙏😂
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पूरा वीडियो देखने के लिए लिंक पर क्लिक करें-dainik.bhaskar.com/fdHk6GsZx…
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‼️𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 30% -31% 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻‼️
- 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗚𝗼𝘃𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘆'𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀
There is a concerted misinformation campaign run by various political parties that General Category constiutes a small share in the population and do not matter electorally.
It is not backed by data!
The data from various surveys are attached alongwith👇
The govt's own data disputes this fact.
According to 8 studies and the census undertaken by the govt between 1980 til date, the General Category population is between 30-31%.
If OBC-creamy layer is considered, General Category population would further increase by 3-5%.
Following is the data without OBC-creamy layer:
1. Scheduled Castes: 16.6% - 17%
2. Scheduled Tribes: 8.6% - 9%
3. Hindu and Sikh OBCs: 27-28%
4. Muslim and Christian OBCs: 16-18% (more than 85-90% of the Muslims and Christians are classified under OBCs)
5. General Category: 30-31%
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Beautifully sung “Hanuman Chalisa” in Hebrew at Telaviv beach by Israelis as a tribute to our Indian pilot Captain Sumit. He recited this powerful Hindu mantra during an attack by an Omani terrorist on FlyDubai flight & thus saved Jewish lives! Jai Shree Ram Jai Hanuman 🙏🕉️🇮🇳🇮🇱
Justice is the necessity here……
A Judge's underage son driving a merc at high speed kills a scooterist. The Judge is car's owner yet he isn't arrested as police says “CERTAIN PROCEDURES MUST BE FOLLOWED BECAUSE THE REGISTERED OWNER IS A JUDGE.”
MILORD, SHOULDN'T YOU SURRENDER?
Here are the facts. In Kochi, a man died after a car allegedly driven at high speed by a judge’s juvenile son hit him. Police upgraded the case to culpable homicide and invoked Motor Vehicles Act provisions against the father, the car’s registered owner.
2 QUESTIONS FOLLOW:
Q. Shouldn’t a custodian of the law be the first to submit to it?
Q. Can a judge dispense justice while he is an accused?
EVERY MINUTE THE JUDGE DITHER IS A MINUTE JUSTICE IS DELAYED.
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Underage son of a Kerala JUDGE fatally rams Mercedes into man on scooter, gets bail in 3 hours. Judge father threatens victim’s family in police station, forces them to delete photos.
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The most underrated building technology on Earth is a dead snail's house, a fire, and a bucket of water.
No lab. No patent. No venture capital. And it has outlived empires.
Read this slowly, because by the end you will look at every wall, every ceiling and every sack of cement differently.
Let me start with a number that should bother you.
100 grams of limestone goes into a fire. 56 grams of solid comes out. The other 44 grams leave as invisible gas and never come back.
That is not a rounding error. That is nearly half the mass of a rock vanishing into the sky. And that single reaction is the quiet engine behind almost everything humans have ever built that lasted.
Now the twist.
The rock doesn't have to come from a quarry. Nature already manufactured it, for free, in rivers and ponds, one tiny architect at a time. A freshwater snail spends its whole life pulling calcium out of the water and folding it into a spiral shell. It is the same compound as marble. The same compound as chalk. The same compound as the cliffs of Dover.
Calcium carbonate. CaCO3.
Every snail is a microscopic limestone factory running on algae and patience.
Now multiply that by millions, and let a village figure out what to do with the leftovers.
This is where the story gets good.
Heat that shell to roughly 900 degrees Celsius and the crystal structure falls apart. Carbon dioxide escapes. What remains is calcium oxide. Quicklime. A white, brutal, hungry powder that wants water more than anything else in the universe.
Add the water, and it does not dissolve politely. It reacts. It hisses. It heats itself, sometimes to the boil, sometimes to the point where it can scald you through a glove. The solid swells, cracks and crumbles into something soft and creamy.
Slaked lime. Calcium hydroxide. Ca(OH)2.
Chemists call it hydration. Builders call it the moment the rock wakes up.
And here is the part almost nobody tells you.
That soft white paste, left alone in open air, does something that sounds like science fiction. It slowly drinks carbon dioxide out of the atmosphere and turns back into stone.
The same stone it started as.
Rock. Fire. Powder. Water. Paste. Air. Rock again.
A closed loop that humans have been running for at least 10,000 years, long before anyone could name an element.
Let that sink in, because the modern world has quietly replaced this loop with something far louder.
Cement.
Portland cement is roughly 4 billion tonnes a year. It is responsible for around 7 to 8 percent of all human CO2 emissions, if cement were a country it would rank third on the planet, behind only China and the United States. It is the second most consumed substance on Earth after water.
And yet.
There are buildings made with lime that are 2,000 years old and still standing in the rain.
There are buildings made with modern cement that need major repair after 50.
Nobody puts that on a brochure.
So why did we drop the older technology? Why is the knowledge of burning shells and slaking powder now seen as a curiosity, a thing for villages and heritage restorers?
The answer is not that lime failed. The answer is speed.
Cement sets in hours. Lime takes weeks, sometimes months, to reach its full strength. The industrial world looked at the clock and chose the faster poison.
But speed is not the same as quality. And we are only now starting to do the math on what we traded away.
Let me take you somewhere you probably never learned about in school.
THE ROMANS KNEW A SECRET THAT TOOK 2,000 YEARS TO CRACK
The Pantheon in Rome has the largest unreinforced concrete dome in the world. It was finished around 128 AD. No steel inside. No modern admixtures. It has survived earthquakes, floods, fires, invasions, and the slow violence of two millennia of weather.
For centuries, engineers argued about why Roman concrete doesn't die.
Then, in 2023, a research team led by MIT's Admir Masic looked closely at the white chunks scattered through ancient Roman mortar. For years those chunks were dismissed as sloppy mixing. Bad quality control. Lazy workers.
They were not mistakes.
They were lime clasts. Little pockets of leftover calcium that the Romans deliberately kept in the mix by using quicklime directly, a method called hot mixing. When a crack opened years later and water crept in, those pockets dissolved, recrystallized as calcium carbonate, and sealed the wound from the inside.
Self-healing material. Two thousand years old. Powered by exactly the same chemistry that happens when a bucket of powder meets water.
Read that again.
The most advanced property people now chase in laboratory concrete, a material that repairs its own cracks, was invented by builders who didn't know what an atom was.
And they didn't invent it in a research institute. They discovered it the way every great technology is discovered. By burning something, adding water, and paying attention to what happened.
THE PLANET RUNS ON SHELL MATH
Here is something nobody puts in a history textbook.
Almost every civilization that lived near water eventually figured out the same trick, independently, on separate continents, with zero contact.
In the American Southeast, communities mixed burned oyster shells, sand and whole shells into a material called tabby. Entire forts and plantations were built from it. Some of those walls are standing today, soaked by salt air for centuries.
In coastal India and Sri Lanka, shell lime became the whitewash, plaster and mortar for temples, palaces and ordinary homes. The word chunam, from the Tamil and Malayalam world, became shorthand for a polished plaster so smooth and hard that it was used on floors and on the hulls of ships.
In China, builders mixed slaked lime with cooked glutinous rice. The result, sticky rice mortar, is studied today because it outperforms many modern binders in some tests, and parts of the Great Wall and ancient tombs held together with it have survived for over a thousand years. Chemists found that amylopectin, the starch in the rice, controls the growth of calcium carbonate crystals and makes them denser and more compact. Starch teaching limestone how to behave.
In Mesoamerica, people soaked corn in a lime solution. Not for building. For eating. The process, nixtamalization, unlocks niacin, makes corn digestible, and prevents a disease called pellagra. When corn travelled to Europe without the lime step, pellagra followed. Whole populations paid the price for dropping one pinch of chemistry.
In South Asia, a smear of lime on a betel leaf became a daily ritual for hundreds of millions of people. The paste is called chun. Same material. Different aisle of life.
In Egypt, in Greece, in medieval Europe, in the Middle East, lime shaped plaster, paint, medicine, sugar, soap, leather, glass.
It is a single molecule family that quietly touches nearly every part of human life.
And somehow it still doesn't have a fan club.
WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENS INSIDE THE FIRE
Let's slow down, because the chemistry is where this gets addictive.
Stage one. Heat.
Calcium carbonate is stable at room temperature. You can leave a shell on a shelf for a thousand years. But push it to around 825 degrees Celsius and the equilibrium flips. The carbon dioxide inside the crystal can no longer stay. Practical kilns run hotter, usually between 900 and 1,100 degrees, so the reaction is fast and complete.
CaCO3 turns into CaO plus CO2.
What leaves is gas. What stays is a lighter, more porous solid, because the carbon dioxide has bored microscopic tunnels all the way through. That porosity is the whole reason the next step works. Water needs doors, and the fire has just built millions of them.
Stage two. Water.
Quicklime meets water, and the reaction releases about 63 kilojoules for every mole. That sounds abstract until you hold the bucket. Water steams. The mass expands to two or three times its volume. Lumps shatter with a crackle. The heat can be strong enough to ignite wood and to burn skin, which is why lime burns are a classic hazard on every traditional building site in the world.
And the product, calcium hydroxide, is so alkaline that a saturated solution sits at a pH around 12.4. That alkalinity is the secret to its second life.
It kills mold. It kills many bacteria. It repels insects. It protects wood and rope. For centuries, people whitewashed barns, wells, hospital walls and tree trunks, not because white looked pretty, but because lime made the surface hostile to life.
Stage three. Air.
Over weeks and months, the paste meets carbon dioxide and begins to carbonate. Calcium hydroxide plus CO2 becomes calcium carbonate plus water. The paste hardens. The shell comes back.
The crystals knit themselves into sand grains. The wall becomes breathable stone.
So here is the full life of one atom of carbon.
Locked in a shell. Released by fire. Floating in the sky. Pulled back into a wall.
A building that is partially a lung.
WHY OLD WALLS BREATHE AND NEW WALLS SUFFOCATE
Here is a mistake that has cost heritage buildings millions.
Someone restores a centuries-old stone house. The old mortar is crumbling at the joints. A contractor, with the best intentions, rakes it out and fills it with a modern cement mix. Harder. Stronger. Faster. Looks fantastic for a few years.
Then the stones start to flake. The plaster blisters. Damp creeps up the walls. Salt crystals bloom on the surface like frost.
What happened?
Cement is a stiff, dense, nearly waterproof material. Old stone walls are not waterproof, and were never meant to be. They absorb moisture and release it, constantly, through the softest part of the wall. Traditionally, that softest part was the lime mortar. The joint was the wall's pressure valve. It was meant to be the sacrificial, replaceable layer.
When you seal the valve with something harder than the stone itself, the water has to leave through the stone. And stone dies.
Lime is permeable. It lets vapor travel. It moves with the building as seasons shift and soil settles, developing hairline cracks that quietly heal themselves instead of snapping the wall in two.
Strength was never the right metric.
The right question is: what survives the next century?
The engineering world has spent a hundred years obsessed with compressive strength, how many megapascals a block can take before it crushes. It's a clean number. Easy to test. Easy to sell.
But a wall doesn't die by being crushed. It dies by moisture, by movement, by freezing and thawing, by salts, by neglect.
Lime was designed, by trial and error across thousands of years, for the failure modes that actually kill buildings.
THE HONEST PART, BECAUSE THE INTERNET LOVES FAIRY TALES
I am not going to tell you that lime is a magic climate fix. It isn't, and anyone who says so is selling something.
Making quicklime still releases the 44 percent of CO2 locked in the stone, and kilns need fuel. Lime does reabsorb a large part of that carbon during carbonation, but slowly, and not always completely, depending on how thick the wall is and how well air can reach it. The net climate benefit depends on the fuel, the kiln, the application and the time horizon.
Lime also isn't for everything. It can't replace cement in a foundation, a bridge deck, a dam or a modern skyscraper. Those jobs need strength, speed and loads that traditional binders can't deliver.
What it can do is take over a surprisingly large slice of the work that cement does badly. Plasters. Renders. Masonry mortars. Repair of old buildings. Low-rise housing. Whitewash. Soil stabilization. Water treatment. Agricultural liming. Paper. Sugar. Steel. Glass.
And here is where the shell story turns into something larger.
THE WASTE STREAM NOBODY IS COUNTING
Every year, the seafood industry throws away millions of tonnes of shells. Oyster. Mussel. Scallop. Clam. Most of it ends up in landfills, or piled on a coastline, rotting and smelling, with nobody quite sure what to do with it.
That pile is pure calcium carbonate.
A resource, already extracted by nature, already concentrated, already sitting next to the people who need it, being treated as garbage.
Quarrying limestone means blasting mountains, moving rock, crushing it, hauling it, and leaving a scar on the landscape that takes generations to heal. Shell lime means collecting what a river or the ocean has already produced and sending it through the same fire.
Different feedstock. Same chemistry. Radically different footprint.
Researchers are already experimenting with shell-based binders, shell-reinforced concrete, shell lime plasters, oyster reef restoration with recycled shell, and calcined shell powders for soil and aquaculture. A few projects around the world quietly build with crushed shell as an aggregate and lime as a binder, a cycle that goes from the sea to the wall and back to the soil.
This isn't nostalgia. It's industrial ecology, practiced by people who never called it that.
THE PEOPLE WHO KEEP THE KNOWLEDGE ALIVE
There is a bitter irony in all this.
The knowledge that the modern world is now rediscovering was never lost. It was just kept by people the modern world didn't bother to ask.
Burners who can judge the temperature of a kiln by color alone. The glow of a stack of burning fuel tells them if the shells are done. Workers who know, by the sound of the hiss, when slaking is complete. People who can feel in a fistful of paste whether it's too lean, too fat, too young or ready.
None of that sits in a database.
It sits in hands.
A hand knows that lime putty improves with age, that a pit of slaked lime left for months becomes creamier, finer, more plastic, because the particles keep breaking down into smaller and smaller crystals, a phenomenon researchers have measured and builders have trusted for centuries. Medieval masons spoke of lime aged for years. Some historic specifications demanded putty that had matured for a minimum of one season before touching a wall.
Patience, as a material property.
We have an economy that treats patience as a defect. Lime treats it as an ingredient.
HOW A SIMPLE SHELL BECAME A FLOOR, A WALL, AND A FINANCIAL STATEMENT
Let's talk about economics, because this is where the villagers beat the venture capitalists.
Shells cost almost nothing. Fuel can be wood, agricultural waste, husks, anything that burns. Water is free. Labor is local. The finished product never travels far. There is no shipping container. No import tariff. No port.
The money stays in the neighborhood.
A cement bag travels hundreds or thousands of kilometers, wrapped in plastic, priced in a currency that may not be your own, tied to oil, tied to politics, tied to someone else's profit.
A shell lime pit ten minutes from your house is a closed local economy that nobody can embargo.
THE PART WHERE THE SCIENCE GETS WEIRD
Let me show you why lime is stranger than it looks.
When calcium hydroxide carbonates, it doesn't just harden. It grows. Microscopic calcite crystals nucleate on sand grains, branch, interlock, and lock the whole mass into a composite. The speed depends on humidity, temperature, thickness and CO2 concentration. Too dry and the reaction stalls. Too wet and air can't get in. Builders learned this the hard way, without equations: keep the wall damp, not drenched, and protect it from frost and from the midday sun.
Add a pozzolan, a reactive silica or alumina source such as volcanic ash, crushed brick, or certain burned clays, and lime gains a second way to harden. It starts forming calcium silicate hydrates underwater, in the dark, with no air at all.
That is hydraulic lime. That is how Roman harbors were poured into the sea and set there.
It is also, if you squint, the same family of compounds that makes modern cement work. The difference is how violently the industry cooks the ingredients. Portland clinker is fired at around 1,450 degrees Celsius. Traditional lime is burned about 500 degrees cooler. Every extra degree is fuel. Every ton of fuel is carbon.
Which leads to a question that should keep every materials scientist awake.
If a gentler fire can make a binder that lasts two thousand years, what exactly are we optimizing for?
THREE QUESTIONS THAT EXPOSE THE WHOLE INDUSTRY
One. Why does a building that will stand for 60 years require a material engineered for 6,000?
Two. Why do we celebrate high-strength mixes when the failures that bankrupt owners are almost always about water?
Three. Why is a technology that clearly worked for millennia treated as a hobby, while the one that cracks in a generation is treated as progress?
The honest answer to all three is the same.
The system rewards what is measurable this quarter, not what endures for this century.
Lime loses the quarter and wins the century.
WHAT A STATISTICIAN WOULD NOTICE
Every few years a headline announces a breakthrough in low-carbon concrete. Carbon-cured. Bio-based. Geopolymer. Self-healing. Algae. Bacteria that excrete limestone.
Look closely at the list.
Several of those headlines are variations on the same ancient principle. Use calcium. Let it carbonate. Let it heal. Use waste as feedstock. Reduce kiln temperature. Embrace time.
Bacterial self-healing concrete uses microbes that eat nutrients and precipitate calcium carbonate inside cracks. It's lime chemistry with a biological assistant.
Carbon-cured concrete injects CO2 into the mix and mineralizes it into calcium carbonate. It's the carbonation step, forced into minutes instead of months.
Shell and bone-based biocements mimic how nature builds hard structures at room temperature.
The frontier is not discovering new chemistry.
The frontier is relearning the old chemistry, with better instruments.
And the people who practiced it never stopped.
A SMALL EXPERIMENT FOR YOUR BRAIN
Try this.
The next time you walk into any old building, in any city on Earth, run your hand across the wall. If the plaster is soft, slightly chalky, slightly warm to the touch, a little uneven, you are probably touching lime.
Now look at the ceiling, the windows, the corners, where the surface meets stone.
Notice the cracks. Most will be hairline. Many will be filled by pale mineral veins, tiny scars where the wall repaired itself.
Now walk into a building that is 30 years old.
Compare.
You will never unsee it.
THE DECISION NOBODY MADE ON PURPOSE
Industrial history rarely contains villains. It contains incentives.
In the nineteenth century, Portland cement arrived like a miracle. Fast. Consistent. Scalable. It allowed cities to grow at a speed that lime workflows couldn't match. In the twentieth century, war and reconstruction cemented the preference. Education followed the industry. Standards followed the education. Insurance followed the standards. Within three generations, traditional lime moved from default to deviation.
Nobody voted on it.
It simply became easier to specify a bag than to understand a process.
And so we handed the keys of construction to a material that is fast, strong and carbon heavy, and quietly retired the one that was slow, forgiving and cyclical.
But something is changing.
Heritage conservation now demands lime. Eco-builders demand lime. Architects who care about indoor air, humidity and mold are rediscovering lime plasters that regulate moisture. Passive house designers are experimenting with lime-hemp composites, hempcrete, which lock in carbon, insulate, and breathe.
Hempcrete is a mix of hemp hurds and lime binder. It is lightweight, insulating, fire resistant and, in lifecycle analyses, often carbon negative. The plant absorbs carbon as it grows. The lime absorbs more as it hardens. The wall stores both.
That is not a fantasy. Houses built this way exist today, in France, in the United Kingdom, in the United States and elsewhere.
Once again, the future is borrowed from the past.
THE QUIET SUPERPOWER OF A TECHNOLOGY WITH NO PATENTS
Patented technologies are guarded. They hide behind licensing fees and lawyers.
Lime has none of that.
It is open source, in the oldest possible sense. Anyone with a heat source, a source of calcium carbonate and some water can make it. A farmer, a mason, a child with a teacher. It spreads by being shown, not sold.
This is why it has survived collapses of every kind: wars, plagues, empire changes, famines, currency crashes. It doesn't need a supply chain. It doesn't need an app. It needs knowledge, and knowledge held by many hands is the hardest thing in the world to destroy.
Think about what that means for resilience.
When shipping stops, lime keeps working.
When factories close, lime keeps working.
When the grid goes dark, lime keeps working.
A technology that functions in every economic scenario is not primitive.
It is robust.
WHAT THIS REALLY MEANS
Strip away the chemistry and the history and you are left with one uncomfortable idea.
Progress is not a straight line. Sometimes the most advanced move is a step back to something we dismissed too early.
A shell is not trash. It is stored time. A river spent years making it. A fire can turn it into a binder. Air can turn the binder back into stone. Nothing in that chain needs a mine, a megafactory or a permit signed in another continent.
The loop is almost insultingly simple.
And simple systems, when they work for ten thousand years, deserve respect before they deserve replacement.
THE SCOREBOARD
Raw material: free, local, renewable.
Fuel: whatever burns nearby.
Chemistry: understood since antiquity, still being studied today.
Lifespan: measured in centuries.
Repairability: excellent. You patch it with the same stuff.
Moisture behavior: breathable.
Mold resistance: high, thanks to alkalinity.
Recycling: the wall can be crushed, reburned, and used again.
Patents: none.
Now ask yourself which of these properties your own home can claim.
ONE MORE NUMBER BEFORE YOU SCROLL
A single tonne of quicklime can slake into well over a tonne of hydrated lime once it takes on water, and that tonne can bind many tonnes of sand into mortar. Think about the leverage. A modest pile of burned shells becomes the glue for an entire wall.
That ratio is why a small kiln can supply a whole village, and why this craft has never needed a megafactory to stay alive.
Most of the world's great skills work like this. A small, clever input. A patient process. A huge, durable output.
WHAT TO DO WITH THIS
You don't need to build a kiln in your backyard. But you can change what you notice and what you ask for.
If you are renovating an old building, ask whether the repair material is compatible with what is already there. The three most expensive words in restoration are "harder is better."
If you are building new, ask whether lime plaster, lime render or a lime-based composite can handle the parts of the project that don't need structural strength. Ask about sourcing. Ask about waste shell. Ask about lifecycle, not just price per bag.
If you work in policy, procurement or education, ask why traditional materials are absent from the curriculum and the standards.
And if you simply love learning how the world actually works, keep one sentence in your head:
Civilization is built less on invention than on understanding what a simple reaction can do when you give it time.
A FINAL THOUGHT EXPERIMENT
Imagine the next ten thousand years of construction. Which materials will still be in use? The ones that need rare minerals and a global logistics chain, or the ones a community can make from a river bank and a fire?
History has already voted once. It may be about to vote again.
THE LAST LAYER
Some technologies die because they fail.
Some die because someone invented something louder.
And some are simply waiting for the moment the world gets tired of loud.
That moment may be closer than it looks. Energy costs are rising. Climate math is tightening. Old cities are begging to be repaired properly. Waste is piling up faster than it can be hidden. And a generation that grew up online is hungry for things that are real, tangible, understandable.
You can't read a fire. But you can watch what it makes.
A pile of discarded shells is the same pile of calcium that built the walls of cities that no longer exist and the walls of cities that still do. The difference is only what we decide to do with it.
So the next time someone tells you innovation always arrives with a screen, a logo and a funding round, remember where one of humanity's greatest materials comes from.
A snail.
A fire.
A bucket of water.
And a few thousand years of people paying attention.
If this changed how you see a wall, repost it. Someone you know is about to pour a lot of cement into something that should have been lime.
And tell me in the replies: what is the oldest man-made thing you have personally stood next to that is still holding up?
I will read every single answer. Even the ones that argue with me. Even more so.
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Never judge a political party by what it says on social media.
Judge them by what they say in the courts.
This is BJP govt asking for 85% reservation in Bihar in Supreme Court👇
Nearly four years ago a 20 year old girl was trapped under a car on New Year's night and dragged through Delhi for about 13 km. Today six of the seven accused are out on bail and the trial has still not ended.
Her name was Anjali Singh, from Mangolpuri in Delhi.
Her father had died years earlier. Her mother lost her job in Covid. Anjali was the second of six children and the main earner of the family. She worked at weddings and events.
On 1 January 2023, around 1.30 am, she was riding home on her scooter with her friend Nidhi.
In Sultanpuri a car with five men hit them. Nidhi fell aside. Anjali got stuck under the car.
According to police, the driver stopped, got out, saw her under the car, and drove on.
Her body was found hours later in Kanjhawala.
11 policemen were suspended for negligence that night.
In April 2023 police filed an 800 page chargesheet against seven people. In July 2023 the court ordered murder charges against four of them, including the driver.
Then the case stalled. Nidhi, the main witness, did not appear in court for 15 months.
Anjali's family moved out of their home.
In October 2025 a tribunal ordered the car's insurance company to pay her family ₹36.69 lakh.
Today six of the seven accused are out on bail.
In September 2026 the Delhi High Court refused bail to the driver. It said the way she was killed was too grave to let him out.
The trial is still going on.
Wow…
Look at the wall in the attached photo. Among these Tamil inscriptions is the budget for a hospital that existed in Chola India nearly a 1,000 years ago.
We know how many patients it could take. We know the doctor's name. We even know what was set aside for lighting the hospital at night.
This is the Venkatesa Perumal temple at Tirumukkudal, near Kanchipuram. In the 11th century, the temple shared its premises with a Vedic college, a hostel and a hospital called Virasolan.
K. V. Subrahmanya Ayyar, an Indian epigraphist, discovered and copied the inscription during his 1915-16 field season. The writing covered about 540 square feet. In one section, the lines ran for 55 feet.
The hospital had 15 beds. Its physician, Kodandaraman Asvatthama-Bhattan of Alappakkam, prescribed medicines for the in-patients, the college's teachers and students, and people attached to the temple institutions. Someone who performed surgical operations was paid separately.
There were 2 people to collect medicinal herbs. They also supplied firewood and helped prepare medicines.
2 nurses looked after the patients and gave them medicines. A barber was paid too. Rice for the 15 in-patients had its own allocation.
The pharmacy had an annual stock list. Oils and medicated ghees were measured out. 4 preparations were listed at 2,000 units each.
40 kasu, a unit of money, was provided for the medicines and preparation requirements. The account even mentions ghee to be kept underground for an aged ghee preparation.
I find this much more interesting than a general claim that our ancestors practised medicine. Here we can read the arrangements for a particular hospital, with a named physician, staff duties and quantities to be supplied.
And somebody had included the night lamp in that budget. Oil was to be bought for it to burn through the night, for a year counted as 360 days.
Source: K. V. Subrahmanya Ayyar, "The Tirumukkudal Inscription of Virarajendra", Epigraphia Indica, Vol. XXI, No. 38, pp. 220, 223-225, 249-250.
Image Source: R. Muthusamy, Know Your Heritage, Tirumukkudal field-trip photographs, 2014; Epigraphia Indica, Vol. XXI, pp. 249-250 (yellow highlights added).
Photo 1: The actual inscribed wall and temple at Tirumukkudal. Photos: R. Muthusamy / Know Your Heritage.
Photo 2: Original report, with the evidence highlighted: hospital staffing and patients; medicine inventory and night lamp; Ayyar's own account of copying the inscription in 1915-16.
Photo 3: Hospital staffing and care: the inscription provides for 15 in-patients, a physician, a surgical practitioner, herb collectors and two nurses who administered medicines. Epigraphia Indica, Vol. XXI, p. 249.
Photo 4: The hospital's annual pharmacy inventory: measured oils and medicated ghees, four preparations stocked at 2,000 units each, and oil for a lamp to burn through the night. Epigraphia Indica, Vol. XXI, p. 250.
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वसूली के लिए लोगों की जान लेने वाले नगर निगम के अफ़सर कितने हरामी है, आप सोच भी नहीं पाएंगे?
चूँकि सहारा @BJP4Delhi के निकम्मे और लालची पार्षदों का मिल रहा है तो मिलकर चाट रहे हैं।
यहाँ ऊपर से नीचे तक सब लार टपकाते घूमते हैं कि कौन बोटियाँ डालेगा कि दुम हिलाकर ख़ुश कर देंगे।
@DCSOUTHZONE में खुली वसूली कर रहे दो बेलदारों की कहानी पूरा शहर जानता है, मगर गड्डियों के आगे साष्टांग लेटने वाले डीसी को समझ नहीं आती।
@DCCNZMCD में तैनात होकर भी साउथ ज़ोन में वसूल कर रहे बेलदार #Amarjit उर्फ Jeetu और रिटायर बेलदार तेजपाल चौहान की हक़ीक़त सब जानते हैं।
लेकिन ना @shashvat_IAS की आँखों पर बँधी पट्टी सेंट्रल ज़ोन में रहते हटी था और ना अब साउथ ज़ोन में हट रही है।
अब नहीं हट रही तो एक ही कारण हो सकता है कि इसे भी हिस्सा जा रहा होगा?
निगम के चोरों की कहानी यूँ ही मशहूर नहीं है, उगाही के चलते सेंट्रल ज़ोन से शाहदरा नार्थ में भेजा गया बेलदार #Shaheed_Khan अभी तक भी सेंट्रल ज़ोन में अवैध उगाही के लिए जा रहा है।
संबंधित ज़ोन के उपायुक्त चोरी का हिस्सा बन गए हैं ये तो समझ आता है लेकिन आयुक्त की आँख किसने बंद कर दी हैं, समझ नहीं आता।
@PMOIndia @HMOIndia @LtGovDelhi @CMODelhi @BJP4India @NitinNabin @blsanthosh
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Yes, my Lord Justice Vipul Pancholi and his wife!
They wanted priority boarding because he is a Supreme Court judge.
But what about prioritising cases in court?
Enjoying Dussehra holidays while several crores of cases remain pending in Indian courts!
Priority for judges, but what about justice for the common man?
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Airbus 380 leci przez Atlantyk. Leci ze stałą prędkością 800 km/h na wysokości 30 000 stóp, gdy nagle pojawia się Myśliwiec Eurofighter z prędkością Mach 2.
Pilot myśliwca zwalnia, leci obok Airbusa i przez radio pozdrawia pilota samolotu pasażerskiego: „Airbusie, nudny lot, prawda? A teraz spójrz tutaj!”
Przewraca swój odrzutowiec na grzbiet, przyspiesza, przełamuje barierę dźwięku, wznosi się gwałtownie na zawrotną wysokość, a następnie w zapierającym dech w piersiach nurkowaniu opada niemal do poziomu morza. Wraca do Airbusa i pyta: „No co, jak było?”
Pilot Airbusa odpowiada: „To robi wrażenie, ale spójrz na to!”
Pilot odrzutowca obserwuje Airbusa, ale nic się nie dzieje. Leci nadal prosto, z tą samą prędkością. Po 15 minutach pilot Airbusa przez radio pyta: „No co, jak było?
Zdezorientowany pilot myśliwca pyta: „Co niby zrobiłeś?”
Pilot AirBusa śmieje się i mówi: „Wstałem, rozprostowałem nogi, podszedłem na tył samolotu, żeby skorzystać z toalety, po czym wypiłem filiżankę kawy i zjadłem ciasto czekoladowe.
Morał z tej historii jest taki: kiedy jesteś młody, prędkość i adrenalina wydają się wspaniałe. Ale gdy dorośniesz i zmądrzejesz, nauczysz się, że wygoda i spokój są ważniejsze. Nazywa się to S.O.S.: Slower, Older, Smarter (Wolniejszy. Starszy. Inteligentniejszy).
Dedykuję wszystkim moim starszym przyjaciołom.
Czas zwolnić i cieszyć się resztą podróży.
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🚨96.7% reservation in AIIMS🚨
Out of total 62 seats, only 2 are Unreserved (3.2%).
The remaining 60 seats (EWS 3 + OBC 25 + SC 24 + ST 8) are reserved.
This is not “representation.”
This is a near-total carve-out.
After clearing MBBS and INI-CET, a general-category candidate is left fighting for just two open seats while 60 posts are locked behind category walls.
Merit is secondary to the quota matrix.
India will become a developed nation by 2047 exactly like this.
First give reservation in NEET UG, then give reservation in NEET PG even at –40 marks.
Then give reservation again at the job stage. Give reservation at every single step.
No matter how much reservation you give to donkeys, they will never become horses.
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Another fatal luxury car crash that killed a scooterist in Kerala by a 17 year old, son of District Judge ⚠️
Victim's Niece was told,
"Don't teach me law, you have no rights to question me" - Minor's father(additional district judge)
"Don't overreact and get emotionally driven, he is just a 17 year old kid" - Kerala Police
The accident occurred at around 2:20 AM to 3:00 AM at Cheranalloor in Kochi. A speeding luxury Mercedes-Benz car, registered under the name of the additional judge, rammed into a scooter from behind. The scooter rider, 55-year-old Jayabalakrishnan of Manjali, was killed. He was a local street vendor returning home after closing his wayside eatery (thattukada) near a temple in Chittoor.
The 17-year-old minor, who does not possess a driving license, reportedly took the car out for a night drive. He was speeding at 100km/hr while the crash occured as per reports. The victim's niece JAYALAKSHMI claims that the accused was not shown to them at the police station and Kerala police insisted them to not get emotionally driven by this incident as if this isn't a big loss at all. The father of the 17 year old accused who is a district court judge spoke rudely at the police station asking them not to teach him law as per Jayalakshmi's claim.
The central issue is the loss of a human life. Jayabalakrishnan's family has suffered an irreversible loss, and the circumstances surrounding his death must be investigated thoroughly. The victim and his family deserve justice, while the investigation and any subsequent legal proceedings must establish responsibility on the basis of evidence rather than influence, status or public speculation.
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中国花2000万买了个航母空壳?乌克兰专家:光是4个发动机就超过两千万。
一开始乌克兰给这艘未完工的航母开出了4亿美元的报价,连续挂牌五年都无人问津,直到九十年代末,财政窘迫的乌克兰才把价格压到了2000万美元,几乎等同于一堆优质特种钢材的废铁价。
当时西方媒体集体嘲讽,说中国人花2000万美元买了一堆毫无用处的海上废铁,完全是当了冤大头。
可熟悉这艘航母建造全过程的乌克兰工程师却在旁边心疼得直咂嘴:这艘舰上原装的4台TB-12蒸汽轮机,光是出厂时的造价,单台就超过500万美元,四台加起来的价值早就超过了2000万美元。
这四台动力系统,是苏联当年为了对抗美国尼米兹级航母专门研发的核心装备,单台功率高达4.5万马力,四台同时输出能让6万多吨的航母跑出30节以上的最高航速。
整套动力系统的耐高温、抗冲击性能,在当时全球范围内都属于顶尖水平,哪怕放在20多年后的今天,依然是重型航母动力体系里的第一梯队产品。
乌克兰专家心里比谁都清楚,这四台几乎全新的蒸汽轮机,本身的价值就已经远超2000万美元的总成交价,更别说舰体上采用的特种甲板钢、大型舰体结构件,这些东西的总造价,在苏联时期就已经超过了20亿美元。
但当时的西方势力根本不可能让中国完整拿到这套核心装备,在美国的强硬施压下,乌克兰方面被迫对航母进行了“剥皮式”的拆解:舰上所有的武器系统、雷达控制系统、管路线束全部被炸毁切割。
唯独这套安装在舰体最深处、体积巨大难以拆解的蒸汽轮机和配套轴系,被保留了下来。
西方的评估报告里笃定地认为,哪怕留下了动力系统,没有配套的控制系统,中国人也根本不可能让这艘6万吨的巨舰重新动起来,最终只能把它拆成废钢铁卖掉。
当年以2000万美元拍下这艘航母的徐增平,也没有只盯着船壳本身,他在谈判桌上咬死了一个旁人都觉得多余的条件:必须把全套完整的设计图纸一起交付。
最终乌方妥协,整整装了8辆大卡车、总重四五十吨的全套设计图纸,和航母一起交付给了中方,这些图纸里详细标注了每一个舱室的结构、动力系统的安装参数、舰体的应力分布数据,这些资料的价值,根本不是2000万美元能衡量的。
后续的归国之路更是走得无比艰难,瓦良格号1999年从黑海造船厂出发,在土耳其博斯普鲁斯海峡被无理阻拦了整整506天。
光是滞留期间的拖船费、停泊费就烧掉了近千万美元,之后又因为苏伊士运河不让无动力船只通行,只能绕非洲南端的好望角兜了大半个地球,整整走了四年零八个月,才终于在2002年抵达大连港。
算上沿途的所有通行成本、协调开销,整个项目的实际投入,早就远远超过了最初的2000万美元。
后来中国的造船团队接手这艘航母之后,依托完整的设计图纸和几乎完好的原装动力系统,用了7年时间完成了全部改装工作。
2012年,这艘被重新命名为“辽宁舰”的航母正式交付中国海军,中国终于拥有了自己的第一艘航空母舰。
当年乌克兰专家口中“4台发动机就超过两千万”的判断,后来被完全印证了:这套原装的蒸汽轮机,为中国航母动力体系的研发节省了至少十几年的摸索时间,后来国产航母山东舰的动力系统,正是在这套技术的基础上完成了国产化自主生产。
信息来源:环球网《瓦良格号航母刚到中国时满是淤泥破败不堪》
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In the hospital room where my husband lay unconscious after the accident, our 4-year-old son suddenly grabbed my hand and started to cry.
"Mommy, Daddy says it hurts!"
I froze.
My husband was in the bed in front of us, pale and still, with a tube in his arm and a monitor beeping softly beside him.
Since the car accident, he had not opened his eyes even once.
"Sweetheart, Daddy is just sleeping," I said gently.
My son shook his head hard.
"No, Mommy. He's not sleeping. Didn't you notice?"
The doctors had told us to wait.
They said we could only hope and watch for changes.
I came to the hospital every day after work, and my son came with me, holding my hand and drawing pictures at the foot of the bed.
I had not noticed anything.
I felt a chill run through me.
"What do you mean?"
My son pulled me closer to the bed.
"Look at his finger."
I looked.
Nothing.
"No, Mommy. Look when the nurse touches the tube."
A young Gen Z nurse named Tessa had just walked in to check the IV.
She adjusted the line, and I watched my husband's index finger.
It twitched.
Just once.
Then again, in a small, slow tap against the blanket.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
My heart stopped.
My son whispered, "That's our squeeze, Mommy. Three taps means 'I love you.' But he does it faster when it hurts."
Tessa froze with the tube in her hand.
"Can you do that again?" she asked quietly.
My son placed his small hand on my husband's and waited.
Three slow taps.
Then, when Tessa touched the line again, the taps came fast and sharp.
She went white.
"I'm calling the doctor right now."
Within minutes, the room filled with people.
They checked his eyes, his reflexes, and his medication chart.
A doctor leaned over him and said, "Sir, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand."
Nothing.
Then my son climbed onto the chair beside the bed and said, "Daddy, it's me."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The room went completely still.
The doctor looked at the monitors, then at me.
"He's aware," he said slowly. "He has been aware, and we missed it."
One of the medications had been masking his movements and causing him pain he could not express.
They changed his treatment that very hour.
By the next morning, his fingers had relaxed.
By the end of the week, he opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was our son sitting on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs.
"Hi, Daddy," my son said.
My husband's voice came out cracked and tiny.
"Hi, buddy."
I cried so hard I had to sit down.
Later, the doctor pulled me aside.
"If your son hadn't spoken up," he said, "we might not have changed his care in time. Sometimes the people closest to a patient notice what the machines cannot."
I looked through the doorway at my little boy, curled up against his father's arm, falling asleep.
I had spent weeks waiting for a miracle in the monitors and the test results.
It had been sitting beside me the whole time, four years old, holding my hand.
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Government of India is destroying MERITOCRACY.
Total vacancies: 62
General Category seats: Just 2.
Imagine spending 5.5 years studying to become a doctor dedicating your life to serving the nation only to find that just 2 out of 64 seats are available to your category.
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The amazing findings of Shukre Report (commissioned by BJP, prepared in 9 days), to justify Maratha reservation👇
1. Child marriage increased from 0.32% (2018) to 14% (2024)
-means Maratha started more child marriages in last 6 yrs
2. Superstition increased from 29% (2014) to 43% (2024)
-means Maratha became more superstitious in 10 yrs
3. Suicide rate increased from 36% (2014) to 94% (2024)
-means Maratha started committing more suicides in last 10 yrs (triple rate)
4. Occupation related stigma increased from 53% (2018) to 94% (2024)
-means Maratha started feeling more inferior in last 6 yrs
It just shows-
Govts can manipulate and fudge data to do whatever they want.
This is absolute mockery of the system. & Pure shamelessness!!





































