This video is definately going to get deleted from internet. I don't recommend you to watch it. I don't like these news channel people talking so much truth

This should not shock you, if you've been following the social media PR narratives built over the years, to show the govt in positive light (especially whenever a scam/scandal/a protest becomes a headline). THE WORRY should be how taxpayers money is being used for these mammoth PR exercises.

FREEDOM # 001 In 1915, British intelligence sent a secret service to Zurich with orders to kill him. He never fired a gun in his life. Yet he was one of the most dangerous men in Europe. His name was Virendranath Chattopadhyay aka Chatto. History remembers his sister better — Sarojini Naidu, the poet who'd one day govern a free province. Europe remembered him differently. Feared him. Chased him across three countries and never quite caught him. He arrived in London in 1902, meant for the Indian Civil Service. He failed the entrance exam and found something else instead — a house on Cromwell Avenue where Indian students gathered under Shyamji Krishna Varma, reading sedition over tea, dreaming of a country none of them could return to. By 1907 he was writing for their journal. By 1909 one of their own had shot dead a British official on English soil, and the hunt began. He fled to Paris. Even there, the ground wasn't stable. In 1910 he pulled his own sister Mrinalini into a smuggling scheme — rifles hidden inside furniture crates, bound for India. British agents intercepted his letters before a single crate shipped, and his father's house in Hyderabad was raided. The pressure kept landing on the family, not just on him. When police once cornered his father demanding a letter from Chatto, Aghorenath calmly let them search and found nothing — then told them, "My son Viren will bring them independence." Yet when Sarojini, pushed by officials close to the Nizam's court, publicly disowned her brother in a letter, an outraged Aghorenath barred his own daughter from the house. He'd defend his son to the police, but not forgive a daughter for turning on him in print. Then, in 1914, the world handed Chatto an opening no revolutionary could have dreamed up. Britain went to war with Germany, and he walked straight into Berlin. He built something there. The Indian Independence Committee — exiles, students, defectors — backed openly by the German Foreign Office. For a few electric years, Chatto ran what was effectively a shadow government-in-exile, striking deals with the Kaiser's men, plotting an armed rising back home timed to Britain's weakest hour. He reached further still — Irish republicans, Egyptian nationalists, anyone the British Empire had made an enemy. He sent missions toward Constantinople. He dreamed of Indian prisoners of war turning their coats and marching home through Persia and Afghanistan to fight the men who'd captured them. By late 1915 the British had had enough of chasing. In Zurich that year, on his way to a secret meeting with the exiled Raja Mahendra Pratap, Chatto was stalked by a British agent named Donald Gullick, sent specifically to kill him. He survived — barely, the way he survived everything — and the near-miss was strange enough that Somerset Maugham later turned it into fiction, a thinly disguised episode in his Ashenden stories. By 1917 the German gamble was dying with the war. Chatto moved to Stockholm, still hunting for backers, then spent a decade shuttling through Berlin — where in 1927, on a colleague's advice, he formally joined the German Communist Party, throwing in his lot with a cause bigger than any one empire. Then he went further east, toward a revolution young enough to still need him. Moscow. He arrived with the American journalist Agnes Smedley beside him, and for eight years they built a life amid Comintern congresses and back-room politics. He met Lenin. He had, for the first time since Oxford, something like standing. It should have been the safest place on earth for a revolutionary. It wasn't. Chatto's sympathies drifted toward Trotsky, and in Stalin's Soviet Union that drift was a death warrant with no appeal. On 15th July 1937 they arrested him. His name sat on a list of 184 others, signed by Stalin himself. On 2nd September, he was executed by firing squad. His own family didn't even know — his brother-in-law wrote to Jawaharlal Nehru in July 1938 asking him to find out what had happened. Nehru wrote back agreeing to try. Chatto had already been dead for ten months. The empire that hunted him across London, Paris, Berlin, and Zurich for three decades never laid a finger on him. It took a paranoid dictator, turning on his own allies, to finish what the British Raj couldn't — and by the time anyone close to power thought to ask after him, it was already too late to matter. His sister's stories survived. So did many others' close to the power center. But his story vanished from Indian memory. The fullest account left is Nirode K. Barooah's biography, *Chatto: The Life and Times of an Indian Anti-Imperialist in Europe.*

Dr. Raju V Manwani, Chairman & Managing Director, Castles Group Of Companies says, "On behalf of the entire Sindhi community, 200 silver bricks made each weighing one kilogram and were handed over to Champat Rai in Ayodhya on January 26, 2021 for the Ram Temple. We didn't receive a receipt at the time; he said they would first check and decide where and how to use it, and then inform us. We never seriously questioned whether it would go to the temple or elsewhere. However, after watching the news we began to worry had our silver ended up in the wrong place? That is why we appealed for a receipt and information on where the silver was utilised... If the silver wasn't used for the temple, it is deeply distressing; if a donation intended for the temple is diverted elsewhere, it affects future donors... At the time we donated, the silver was worth around Rs 1.5 to Rs 2 crore; today, its value is Rs 6 to Rs 7 crore. Who is held accountable, is Champat Rai questioned in this case? Even Lord Ram’s money is looted by BJP & RSS!

Nirmala Sitaraman Ji, short answer: No, these schemes aren’t for Adani/Ambani; but 12+ years of policy architecture has quietly worked for them while the poor got the optics. Let’s talk facts: 🔴 58 cr Jan Dhan A/cs - 13 crore are inoperative (Parliament data, July 2025). 26% inactive in PSBs as of Sept 2025. Account ≠ inclusion. 🔴 MGNREGA budget cut 23% - then you renamed it G RAM G & called it “reform.” The extra 25 days shifted cost burden to states at 60:40. That’s not generosity, that’s accounting jugglery. 🔴 Youth unemployment: 16%. PM Internship scheme - target: 1 crore in 5 years. 16% youth jobless TODAY. Math isn’t mathing, Ma’am. 🔴 While poor got ₹6,000/yr in PM KISAN; LIC quietly put ₹32,370 crore into Adani Group bonds & equity. Your ministry coordinated it. 🔴 PM KISAN: 35 lakh farmers removed from list in 2025 verification drive. The landless, the real poor, were never eligible to begin with. 🔴 MUDRA NPA: 3.6% in PSBs (FY25); rising, not falling. Small borrowers are struggling. Who got the ₹40 lakh crore credit growth headlines? Check who got infra mega contracts. You keep reminding people of scheme names. People are asking where the jobs are, where the MSP law is, and why fertiliser subsidies keep shrinking. We are not obstructionists. We are the opposition doing what your government fears the most; asking questions you cannot answer. In a democracy, the Opposition’s duty is to question. The ones who should be scared are those hiding from accountability. 🇮🇳

His name was Yellapragada Subbarao. He was born on January 12 1895 in Bhimavaram, in present-day Andhra Pradesh. His family was poor. Several of his siblings died young from disease. He studied at Madras Medical College but his British professor deliberately gave him a lesser diploma instead of a full MBBS degree. He scraped together enough money and sailed to America in 1923. He arrived in Boston with almost nothing. To pay his fees at Harvard Medical School he worked as an attendant at a hospital, cleaning rooms and changing bedsheets at night. Colleagues called him the Indian who cleans toilets. He did not stop. At Harvard he began research with chemist Cyrus Fiske. Together they developed the Fiske-Subbarao method for measuring phosphorus in body fluids, still used in biochemistry today. He then discovered the role of phosphocreatine and adenosine triphosphate in muscular activity. That discovery entered biochemistry textbooks worldwide. It is what we now call ATP, the energy currency of every living cell. Harvard denied him a full professorship. He was a foreigner and had few friends in the right circles. His colleague Cyrus Fiske suppressed and destroyed many of his contributions out of jealousy. Years of Subbarao’s work had to be rediscovered by other scientists because Fiske would not let them be published. He joined Lederle Laboratories instead. There he developed the first method to synthesise folic acid, Vitamin B9. He showed it could treat megaloblastic anaemia and tropical sprue. He then helped develop methotrexate, one of the first chemotherapy drugs, still used today to treat cancer and rheumatoid arthritis. He led the team that discovered Aureomycin, the first tetracycline antibiotic, more powerful than penicillin, which saved hundreds of thousands of lives during and after World War II. He never became an American citizen. He lived in the United States for 25 years on a temporary visa. He applied for permanent residence and never received it. On August 8 1948 he died of cardiac arrest in New York. He was 53 years old. No citizenship. No Nobel Prize. No fame. A writer named Doron Antrim wrote this about him in 1950. “You have probably never heard of Dr. Yellapragada Subbarao. Yet because he lived, you may be alive today.” The drug that treated your anaemia. The antibiotic that fought your infection. The chemotherapy that gave someone more time. All of it traces back to a man from Bhimavaram who cleaned hospital rooms to pay his Harvard fees. India forgot him. Science did not. Follow for stories India deserves to remember.

This is not a scene from an apocalypse movie This is Vikas Nagar, U.P Hundreds of jhuggis burnt to the ground, many people died Has the media reported it? Have they held anyone accountable? Have they even questioned the Govt? Of course not coz dogs don’t bark at their master

What happened to the respect of tribals? @rashtrapatibhvn.

Why Iran still holds its head high! Spending close to four per cent of GDP on R&D (India spends a paltry 0.7 per cent; the US four), Iran is among the world’s top 25 (top 10 in a few) in nanotech, AI, robotics, pharmaceuticals, and other frontier technologies. With 4.35 million (2017 figures) students in more than 2,000 universities (India has fewer than 1,300), and more than a quarter of them in engineering sciences, Iran is not only the knowledge leader in the Islamic world, but is aspiring to be among the world leaders in technology. With all the sanctions in place, students are state-funded to enrol in western universities, and sages from abroad are invited to lecture in Iranian institutions. theweek.in/columns/prasannan…

He could speak 8 languages and they said he could recite all 37 of Shakespeare's plays from memory. An award winning playwright & stage artist and one of Satyajit Ray's favourite actors. Also one of India's finest comic actors in films like Golmaal, and Hirak Rajar Deshe. The irony is that the marvellous comic roles in Golmaal and other films, what most people outside remember him for, is what he regarded as the least important "I have developed a technique of shutting my mind off, switching it off, rather. I will not be able to tell you even the names of the films I have acted in or even the name of the character I have just finished shooting.” He was also a brilliant writer & regular theatre reviewer. “Mr.Dutt as Othello was rather a pitiable sight, with his voice gone, his breathing laboured and his bulk enormous.” This was Utpal Dutt reviewing his own stage performance using the pseudonym Iago. He also loved classical art and there is this wonderful story told by his daughter. "When we went to Italy, it meant we would have to spend at least one day on viewing each sculpture. We had hired the services of a guide. But, we found that Baba knew more about the place than the guide. The next day, the guide asked us if we would be ready to go on our own." A true renaissance man and a principled one, not scared to go to prison for his views. Utpal Dutt was truly one of our greats. 97th birth anniversary today.

RT @IranPressp0k: BREAKING 📌 Iranian President Masoud Bezheshkian rejects Indian PM Narendra Modi's request to allow Indian ships through…

Oman’s foreign minister says Iran agreed to “zero enriched uranium stockpiling.” Within hours, Israel and the USA attacked them. It was never about peace or uranium but about acting out Netanyahu's biggest bloodthirsty fantasy.

Passengers on a Vande Bharat train were served sauce packets that had expired 2–3 years ago. RPF says not to create an issue about it & the TTE looks clueless Imagine paying a premium price to eat expired shit. Meanwhile, the Rail Minister is busy making Reels.

The Untold Story of Ashoke Sen Born in Kolkata in 1956, Ashoke Sen grew up in a modest academic environment where curiosity mattered more than recognition. He studied physics at Presidency College and later completed his PhD at Stony Brook University in the U.S. But unlike many who stay abroad for comfort and resources, he chose to return to India, a decision that defined his character. At the Harish-Chandra Research Institute in Allahabad, he worked quietly, away from the global spotlight, focusing deeply on one of the hardest areas of modern science: string theory. Then came his breakthrough. In the 1990s, his work on duality in string theory reshaped the field and influenced physicists worldwide. His ideas helped trigger what scientists called the “Second Superstring Revolution.” He went on to become one of the most cited theoretical physicists in the world. Yet, despite global recognition, including the Dirac Medal, Fundamental Physics Prize, and Padma Bhushan his lifestyle remained unchanged. The humility that defines him Comes to the institute on a simple bicycle Works from a plain office Avoids publicity and media attention Focuses only on research, teaching, and thinking Lives a quiet, disciplined life dedicated to science No social media presence. No self-promotion. No chase for fame. Just depth. Curiosity. And truth. The real lesson from his life Greatness is not loud. It does not demand attention. It is built in silence, over decades, through discipline and clarity of thought.

#WasteTyre #NewInvestigation The issue of #WasteTyre has sparked concern in the #UK_Parliament, but it has not resonated in India even after a fivefold jump in imports. Liberal Democrat MP @tessamunt said in April 2025 in the UK Parliament: "Every day, the UK exports thousands of tonnes of waste tyres to India," implying that the UK is exporting its pollution to India. She highlighted that UK tyres exported to India under 'green labels' are ending up in unauthorised pyrolysis units, ravaging the Indian environment and killing people. She said, according to World Trade data, the UK exported 350 thousand tonnes of waste tyres (currently shipped) to India, out of the UK's total 600 thousand tonnes of waste tyres the Country generates. Meanwhile, the Indian Govt and its MPs sleep in the Parliament on environmental issues. Read the story :- "How India Becomes The Dumping Ground of Waste Tyre !" reporters-collective.in/trc/…

She, Kanchan Bai Meghwal (40yrs) an anganwadi cook in Madavada Panchayat, MP and she is a Hero. A Martyr of humanity. This Monday around noon, kids at the Anganwadi centre were playing outside the facility as part of their daily routine when a swarm of bees suddenly attacked. Kanchan Bai placed herself between the bees and the kids. She saved 20 children. Kanchan Bai quickly wrapped them one by one in Tarpaulin and mats available there, shielding them with her own body, and rushed them inside the centre. She absorbed the full force of the attack, protecting those children who were not even her own. By the time the local villagers arrived she had collapsed. She was rushed to a hospital for treatment but did not survive. Hero Kanchan Bai leaves behind a son, two daughters and a paralysed husband. She was the sole breadwinner of the family. In MP an Anganwadi cook earns Rs 4250/ month. Will the govt now stand by the family she left behind? To me Kanchan Bai Meghwal is a Hero of Humanity, who laid down her life saving 20 innocent children. A Martyr who sacrificed her life for others.

CAG findings reveal a shocking ₹34 lakh crore welfare leak under Modi’s watch. They extracted huge money forcibly in the name of desh seva. Rajiv Gandhi statement was misused. ✔ Ghost DBT payments ✔ Pensions issued to deceased beneficiaries ✔ Bogus skill certifications

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How can one not feel the pain of this father whose daughter was violated , murdered and thrown on the tracks. He wasn't informed until postmortem was done ; with the consent of the very doctor who is accused of the crime. The girl was a practitioner at his hospital in Chhapra in Bihar. So many red flags yet, A week after the incident, no arrests, no postmortem reports, zero action. The case is with GRP. The girls whose parents have no influence die an anonymous death. No social media noise, no media reporting, no action. Please demand justice for this girl using #Justice4Anjali . More details can be found at @YouthVoiceSurya handle.