Samina Motlekar 🇮🇳

In a small Greek restaurant in Cambridge my journey of love began. Rajiv and I created a world filled with love, laughter and memories. On 10th November, I share that world with you.

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 ‘𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗶 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁’😐😐

I’m in Berlin! Delighted to exchange views with Dr Bernhard Straub, CEO of the Robert Bosch Stiftung, at the Richard von Weizsäcker Forum 2026. Our conversation ranged from India-Germany relations to the changing international landscape, and to the question of how countries can retain room for manoeuvre when the old certainties no longer hold.

In the honour of courage of all women, I am outing the name of my rapists and sexual abuser (that i can remember): Dr. Aniruddh Tiwari (PCMS, Bhopal 2007 MBBS batch); Dr. Arvind Chauhan (M.D Medicine, was AP at GRMC gwalior).

Someone came up with this concept and wrote it. A choreographer spent hours and hours teaching it to these incredible dancers. Someone scouted the location. A director and DP came up with the aesthetic and storyboard. It was framed and lit perfectly. You didn’t create shit!

Dyson just released a new AI-powered toothbrush with an integrated 100,000-pixel macro lens camera for $499 boy is this a nice piece of technology

Mama, I last saw you and Papa together more than 35 years ago. Since the day Papa left, I have watched you face everything life threw at you with never-ending courage and dignity. Only Priyanka and I really know what you have been through, and how difficult your life after Papa truly was. I am happy, and so proud, that your story - “Belonging: A Journey of Love” - will finally be read by the millions of people who love you. I know how hard it was for someone as private as you to tell the world your beautiful story. Today, on his birthday, I can see Papa smiling and looking down proudly at his beautiful Sonia. Love, Rahul

When a man lacks the courage to speak the truth, his silence speaks for him. Amit Shah’s silence is his confession.

"Sorry I'm a man and I am saying this" Never before has a politician spoken about the incessant control the men of this country exercise on the lives of women in their own homes and how patriarchy has kept them out of any conversation. Prime Minister.

You have noticed it. ChatGPT feels dumber than it used to. Your prompts that worked six months ago produce worse results now. The writing sounds flatter. The ideas sound safer. The internet itself feels like it is shrinking. Every article reads the same. Every email sounds the same. Every answer sounds like it was written by the same voice. You thought it was you. It is not you. Researchers at Oxford and Cambridge published a paper in Nature proving what is happening. They call it Model Collapse. Here is the mechanism in one sentence. AI trained on AI-generated data gets dumber every generation until it forgets what real human data looked like. The internet is filling with AI-generated content. Blog posts. Articles. Reviews. Comments. Social media. AI companies scrape the internet to train the next generation of models. Which means the next generation of AI is being trained on the output of the current generation. Each cycle loses information. Not randomly. It loses the rarest, most unusual, most creative parts first. The researchers call these the "tails of the distribution." The weird ideas. The unexpected perspectives. The things that made the internet feel human. Those disappear first. What remains is the average. The safe. The expected. The bland. Then the next generation trains on that. And loses more. And the next generation trains on that. And loses more. The researchers proved this is not a slow decline. Major degradation happens within just a few iterations. Even when some of the original human data is preserved. They tested it on large language models. On image generators. On statistical models. The pattern was the same every time. The output converges toward a narrow, flattened version of reality that looks nothing like the original data. The lead researcher put it plainly. "Large language models are like fire. A useful tool. But one that pollutes the environment." The pollution is invisible. You cannot see which sentence on the internet was written by a human and which was written by AI. Neither can the AI that is about to train on it. And once the tails are gone, they do not come back. The damage is irreversible. This is not a prediction anymore. It is a diagnosis. The internet you grew up on was built by humans writing things no algorithm would have written. Strange, personal, imperfect, alive. That internet is being diluted. One generation of AI at a time. And the models trained on what remains are learning a smaller and smaller version of the world. Model Collapse is not a technical problem. It is a cultural one. The thing that made the internet worth reading is the thing that disappears first.

Not one word of my new book was written with AI. I ran the 1st chapter through 3 different AI detectors. The 1st said there was a 92% chance it was written with AI. The 2nd said there was a 64% chance. The 3rd said it was 0% AI. Takeaway: AI detectors are worthless, and fuck AI.

Came across this beautiful song called Mast-e-Kailash. It's a Persian song in praise of Lord Shiva. There are many such songs on YT. This shows how deep-rooted the connection between India and Iran is. I challenge Hindu supporters of Israel to find even one such song in Hebrew.