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I taught JEE physics for years. That paper breaks strong kids in three hours.
This exam is five hours of theory and five hours of lab work, and these five did close to perfect scores on it.
Let me tell you what actually happened.
The International Physics Olympiad is the world championship of school physics. It was the 56th edition. Held in Bucaramanga, Colombia, from July 5 to 12.
381 students. More than 85 countries. Every one of them the best physics student their country could find.
India sent five kids.
All five came back with gold.
Their names are Kanishk Jain from Pune. Riddhesh Anant Bendale from Indore. Rishit Garg from Dwarka in Delhi. Shresth Suraiya from Mumbai. Svarit Joshi from Ahmedabad.
We know a hundred cricketers by their nickname and not one of these boys. :)
That clean sweep put India at joint World Number One. Tied with China, Russia, Kazakhstan, South Korea and Taiwan.
Those are countries that pour serious money and national pride into science education. We are standing level with them.
Now here is what the exam actually was.
Two papers. Each five hours long.
The theory paper had three problems. One on the thermodynamics of paramagnetic cooling. One on the photoionisation of ozone. One on the dynamics of electron positron pairs.
The experimental paper was another five hours in a lab, working through heat transfer and thermodynamic processes in fluids.
That means you get given equipment you have never seen, and you have to design your own experiment, take your own readings, handle the errors, and reach a real answer.
Not multiple choice. No shortcuts. No pattern recognition. You either understand physics or you sit there for five hours.
HBCSE says the Indian students were near perfect on theory and excellent on the practical too.
Now, this was India's 27th appearance at the IPhO.
Across all those years, about 44 percent of Indian students have won gold, 41 percent silver, 10 percent bronze.
In the last ten years, every single Indian student has come home with a medal. 62 percent gold, 38 percent silver.
Not one kid has gone and come back empty handed in a decade.
Five golds in one year has happened only twice. This year, and in 2018.
So who built this.
The programme is run by HBCSE, the Homi Bhabha Centre for Science Education. It sits under TIFR, which sits under the Department of Atomic Energy.
They run the whole funnel. A national exam, then a national olympiad, then a brutal selection and training camp, and out of everyone in the country, five kids get on a plane.
The team was led by Professor Anwesh Mazumdar of HBCSE-TIFR and Dr Leena Joshi from St Xavier's College, Mumbai.
The scientific observers were Professor Ananda Dasgupta from IISER Kolkata and Nisha Kelkar from Gogate-Joglekar College in Ratnagiri.
Yes. Ratnagiri. A college in a small coastal town in Maharashtra.
This is public education doing something the private coaching industry could never do on its own.
The coaching industry is very good at one thing. Teaching you to solve a known problem fast.
That is what JEE and NEET reward, and I say that with love because I was part of that world.
But an olympiad paper does not have a known type. There is no shortcut chapter. There is no formula sheet that saves you. You have to sit with a problem you have never seen and think.
That is a completely different muscle. And a government funded centre has been quietly building it in Indian teenagers for 27 years.
So yes, be proud. Loudly.
HBCSE also shared that around 64 percent of India's olympiad medallists go on to do a PhD.
But only about 32 percent of medallists end up settling in India.
I do not say that to spoil the moment. These kids owe the country nothing. They earned every option they have.
But it should tell us something. We are excellent at finding this talent. We are excellent at training it. We are still not great at giving it somewhere worth staying.
Congratulations Kanishk, Riddhesh, Rishit, Shresth and Svarit. This is one of the best things an Indian did this year and most of the country will never hear about it.
🇮🇳 India Tops the World at the 56th International Physics Olympiad 2026!
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I went 3 days without coffee recently and here's what I learned:
1) I can function perfectly well without it
2) Coffee is one of the loveliest things about being alive; it makes the mundane moment wonderful; its aroma and taste makes the mind bloom with dynamism
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(1) I love India
(2) Anybody who applies for an e-visa to India knows the website is always comically, profoundly, embarrassingly broken
It looks like it was written in 2003, kicks you out randomly without saving your work, won't charge your credit card until your nineteenth attempt
But this is a new one—halfway through the business visa application, it displays a list of the tallest peaks in each Indian state??
Come on folks, I'm just trying to invest in your country!
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In 2006, a teacher told students to write to a famous author for advice. The only author to respond was Kurt Vonnegut, born 103 years ago today.
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When I was a kid I used to travel a lot from Mumbai to Chennai, and because of our economic status and timings at that time, a lot of it was on the sleeper class of the Madras Mail.
Now when I say a lot of time, it actually was a lot of time. Because the Madras Mail took two nights and about 50 stops to cover the 1300 kms between the two cities.
Considering the fact that the Southern Railways usually doesn't get the good coaches and the mail category of trains in Southern Railway used to get the coaches rejected by the other more glamourous trains, the coaches of the Madras Mail in terms of quality, used to tend towards the category of absolute worst.
And when you account for the fact sleeper coaches are usually at the bottom of the pecking order when it comes to quality, it was worse than the usually what Indians would call worst.
I remember the coaches at that time used to have this a sad red / brown / maroon. Whatever colour it was, it used to instantly vaporize all the happiness that you had within you. The paint used to be peeling off, the window bars and shutters were usually rusted and the so called "cushion" gave you more pain than actual cushioning.
Then you had your non-working taps, an overflowing dustbin and the washrooms would be so amazing, that they made today's Indian Railway washrooms look like those of the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai.
Safe to say that when you arrived at the station and looked at the train, you would instantly go into depression and immediately start questioning the extent the sins of your past life, which has brought you to a situation where you need to spend two nights in the Madras Mail.
And then for me it got worse.
Because the Indian railways had a special grouse against our family. They always used to give us Berth no 71,72 and 73.
For all the rich people out there, in case you don’t know, these were the seats that were right next to the washrooms. If the Indian Railway washroom was the Ground Zero of the Atomic Gas bomb of an Indian stomach, Berth no 71, 72 and 73 were the points of maximum impact of its blast zone.
And we had to spend 30 hours in that zone
So, as a kid when I used to board the train and occupy those seats, let’s just say I was not happy. And given that I was very expressive, my anger and sadness was more visible than the
But when my mom and dad saw me sad and sulking, in an attempt to cheer me up, they used to have this standard quote. They used to say, "Don't worry, as soon as the train starts moving, it will be all right".
And you know what, it used to actually become fine.
As soon as the train moved, we started looking out of the window and were calmed by the fresh breeze. We caught a little sleep, got some things to eat, conversed with our co-passengers, read Tinkle and Chandamama and before you knew it, you started enjoying the journey.
Life suddenly, was not that bad after all.
Today when I look back, some of my happiest childhood memories were from those train journeys and surprisingly, I have zero recollection of the coaches and washrooms.
Which brings me to the realization that the "Don't worry, it will be all right when the train starts moving" thing my parents used to say, actually works for life as well.
Some days in life, I am in a position where everything appears bad, lost and sad. Everything looks bleak with no hope of redemption. I start questioning myself, God and everyone else around me and I feel that I am at my lowest point, I remember the advice my mom and dad gave me from seat no 72 of the Madras Mail.
Just keep your train moving.
Because when the train moves, things actually become all right.
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Anyone missing a dog in this area. Pls reach out to me. He is such a good boy. Seems lost or abandoned.
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What the salad tried to do to us.
The first ambition of any plant is to make itself uneatable. Long before anything clever walked on earth, plants settled on poisoning anything with a mouth. If you can’t run, you better taste terrible. The only way to stay alive was to face your predator (dinosaur, beetle, goat, man) with chemistry. Plants got clever in the only way available to them. They made toxins, astringents, enzymes, fibrous defences. Which made them and their parts bitter. Also indigestible, and outright poisonous.
In evolutionary terms, it was a cunning move. Not that the plant knows anything about cunning. But the natural consequence was deterrence. You bite, you suffer. You learn. You stop biting.
Humans responded in the human way. By using fire and other things. We boiled, we burned, we soaked, we crushed, we fermented. We pickled. We found ways to take the bitter poisonous offerings of plants to our hungers. We hacked our own biochem, made over 50 types of CYP450 enzymes. They’re fascinating. A plant toxin molecule (alkaloid, glucosinolate, cyanogenic glycoside, saponin etc) is like a greasy stain. CYP450s act like detergent: They grab it, break it apart, make it dissolve in water, and wash it away. Cats don’t have a lot of this stuff. The thiosulfates in a couple of cloves of garlic can trigger a dangerous oxidative crisis in cat blood. About four cloves (of garlic) can be a potentially lethal dose. A tiny amount of solanine from a raw potato can sicken and kill a rabbit. Without a particular kind of P450, a potato would be your last meal.
We figured out how to eat the enemy. And then we got kinky about it. Our tongues learned to relish the sting. And the rot. We started liking the burn and the bitterness. We started having poison for the plot. Hot sauce. Tannins. Coffee so strong it peels paint. Flavour is a toxin we’ve come to applaud.
Plants spent a hundred million years trying to kill us. We’ve spent a hundred million years learning to savour their attempts. That’s the story, give or take a few famines and a few million deaths.
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I don’t get the North-South language politics. But I do get great advertising :)
I don’t know how, @DairyMilkIn always hits the spot with the right notes.
Super fuzzy ad! Topical and Sweet :)
Divided by politics, united by #FMCGisLife
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Founder friend: I'm craving a burrito
Me: Let's Zomato it
Founder friend: I also need an AI-native customer support platform chatbot for my business
Me: You're not gonna believe this...
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Pick your fighter 🤺
Which of these tweets do you think will be in the Indus Valley Report 2025? Drop your predictions below ⬇️🚀
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answer to so many of problems in my life has been - more volume
not getting leads? create more content, more reachouts
low reach on twitter? tweet more
write more, code more, practice more, so many problems have simple solution - do more
once you are overwhelmed, you optimize
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Urgently looking for a South Indian cook near Dasarahalli, Hebbal Kempapura for my grandparents.
Please RT & share! ♻️
Would be very grateful! 🥹
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if you’re depressed, your local darshini can save you
> for when you can’t get out of bed/your house: there’s a darshini most likely in a 3km radius of your house. close enough to push yourself to get out of the house without much pressure (even better if u walk)
> for when you can’t cook: low effort/cheap/healthy enough food as an alternative to homecooked food
> for when you don’t want to order: the food at a darshini is prepared super quick. the amount of time it would take you to open your delivery app -> decide on something -> delivery time — that’s the amount it would take for u to walk to the darshini, order and sit at a table with your dosa
> for when you don’t have an appetite: a lot of small portion options: get a filter coffee, get an idli, get a mangalore bun (my fav), just get something in your stomach
> for when you are isolating: communal eating is in the dna of darshinis. people share tables by default, so with no effort you will sit next to someone on a table, with 0 expectation of talking or even acknowledging each other
> look at people, look at the beauty of being alive: u can people watch (respectfully)— at the friend group laughing over coffees, kids running around being fed by their mom, suited men hurriedly eating, local uncles having the same debate for the sake of spending time together, a couple still in their morning pajamas sharing vade
darshini culture is underrated, and it has all the tools to ease your mental state even a little bit: walk, eat healthy food, save money, explore your locality, be amongst people— all achieved with ease and the lowest effort possible
if you’re depressed, go to a darshini
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open.spotify.com/playlist/6i…
The Vistara playlist covering the ~4 years where I personally curated the music. The idea was to create a warm, welcoming, and nostalgically familiar soundscape esp for corporate pax in their 40s and 50s, music they grew up to or enjoyed in college days.
Vistara is one of those rare products where brand identity and brand experience overlapped in perfect harmony.
The purple looked different from the sea of reds being plastered on every airline. The in-flight rock album playlist before take-off, played at lobby music volume, created the perfect contrasting experience of calm and teenage rebellion energy.
Vistara is a brand-building masterclass. It didn't shout at the top of its voice that it was cool, it whispered. With absolutely no effort, it somehow made even it's regular economy feel like premium economy.
From its headrest to the cushioning to its nomenclature, everything was thought through, making one feel at ease in the skies.
They created a foolproof, uncancellable, and beloved brand in a category that is the toughest in which to achieve any sort of love or loyalty. I know of friends who didn't mind paying a thousand more because it's Vistara.
As a brand marketing nerd, I have always tried to understand why one feels the way they do in Vistara. I believe it ultimately boils down to the color purple, among many other things. It’s the color of imagination, romance, and calm. And when you’re sealed in a box suspended 35,000 feet above the earth, those are good feelings to have.
It’s sad that this brand is now sailing into the sunset, but it will be remembered as one of the few brilliant brands built by India in a short span of time.
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“You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.”
- Maya Angelou
#VineshPhogat
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Last month, in the Daitaku-ji temple premises in Kyoto, I saw a Bonsai tree that was 800 years old. 800 years! If only it could speak.










































