Women safety and freedom in Tamilnadu is highest compared to any state in India. You can find small women entrepreneurs on the roadside make you safe to walk and go any where in the city. This has happened through collective forward thinking of the people since independence 1/n

“TIME IS MONEY” might just be the worst statement on Earth. No matter what language you speak.

ராணிப்பேட்டை மாவட்ட தற்குறி MLA இல்லாத டயர் கம்பெனியை மூட சொல்லி பேசுது, அதுக்கு அமைச்சர் தற்குறி மூட முடியாதுனு சொல்லுது, ஆனா இந்த @Sowmiyanbumani அம்மா அவங்களுக்கு சம்பந்தமே இல்லாத எங்க மாவட்டத்திற்கு என்ன தேவையோ அதை பேசுறாங்க 🙏 நன்றி 🙏

A California homeowner is facing major fines for growing a lush 'food forest' in his yard. Michael Sherman, a 49-year-old landscape contractor in Chino, California, replaced his traditional front lawn in 2019 with a productive garden of sweet potatoes, squash, bananas, and passion fruit. Prompted by rising grocery costs and concerns over chemical pesticides, Sherman designed the edible oasis to feed his family and share fresh produce with his neighbors. However, the urban-farming initiative has turned into a legal battleground. Despite Chino’s official city motto being 'Where everything grows,' local code enforcement hit Sherman with a $750 fine in April 2026 for 'overgrown vegetation,' followed by a $500 fine in August, with threats of additional penalties if he does not dismantle the project. The dispute highlights a growing national clash between traditional suburban aesthetic standards and modern sustainability movements. While some neighbors rallied around Sherman's eco-friendly initiative, others complained to the city, calling the yard an eyesore and raising concerns about potential pests. City officials ordered Sherman to cut back his crops, maintain pedestrian lines of sight, and keep plants at least 15 feet away from neighboring properties. Refusing to easily back down, Sherman has trimmed some of the vegetation to meet safety guidelines but plans to appeal the other citations, expressing frustration over the government's heavy-handed interference. 'I don't trust the system,' Sherman stated, arguing that homeowners should have the right to grow their own food without facing bureaucratic penalties. source: Edwards, C. (2026). California man slams city after being fined for growing food at home: 'I don't trust the system'. New York Post.

#aquaguard water filter worst customer service

See how Kerala vloggers are destroying the pristine shola grasslands on Theni district for taking reels. This is the exact place where Neelakurinji blooms and they are destroying it. Entry is from Kallipara in Idukki district, no TN forest checkpost so they are entering easily

Pesticide Act fail to protect people including children . With increasing online business of chemical pesticides it is even more risky . Who cares ??

🌷🌱🌾🌲🌷🌱🌾🌲🌷🌱 👉 *'மனநிறைவு' என்பது, நம்மிடம் இயல்பாகவே உள்ள "செல்வம்" !* 👉 *'ஆடம்பரம்' மற்றும் 'அமைதியின்மை' என்பது, நாமே தேடிக்கொள்ளும் "வறுமை" !* 🌷🌱🌾🌲🌷🌱🌾🌲🌷🌱

தமிழ்நாடு சட்டமன்றத்தில் இன்றைய உரை .! #TNAssembly | #PMK

"தொல்உலகில்நல்லார் ஒருவர் உளரேல் அவர்பொருட்டுஎல்லார்க்கும் பெய்யும் மழை" ஔவையார் 🙏🙏🙏

This isn’t just an anthem. This is pure soul. Deaf children. Silent voices. Yet every gesture screams louder than any song: “Jana Gana Mana…” No sound. Only pure, unbreakable love for the nation. Patriotism has no language. Patriotism has no barriers. This silent national anthem gave an entire country goosebumps. To every Indian ,especially the ones who feel the tricolour in their heart without needing to hear a single note: Happy Independence Day. Jai Hind. 🇮🇳 #IndependenceDay

Just these duo from forest sending their wishes on #WorldElephantDay. Remember if habitat goes, they too will go.

The story of Shovon Chakraborty should make every one of us angry. Very angry. He worked as a security guard at a corporate office in Sector V, Salt Lake. From childhood, he had trained in Rabindra Sangeet. He loved Tagore’s songs and continued to sing them, not because it made him money, but because it was part of who he was. Financial circumstances never allowed him to make music his profession. He taught music to children instead. After Covid, when the number of his students dwindled, he took up a job as a security guard. Recently, a video of him singing a Rabindra Sangeet went viral. And apparently, that was his crime. The company fired him. Their logic, reportedly, was that he could not sing while working as a security guard. Yes, you read it right. A man who works as a security guard, who happens to be a trained singer, sings a Rabindra Sangeet. Someone records it. The video becomes popular. And instead of feeling embarrassed that a talented human being is forced to stand guard at their office because he cannot make a living from his art, the company decides that his singing is an offence worthy of dismissal. Is this our Kolkata? The Kolkata that congratulates itself on being cultured. The Kolkata that invokes Tagore at every conceivable opportunity. The Kolkata that loves telling the rest of the country how progressive, intellectual and artistic it is. We love Tagore’s songs when they are performed on a stage with expensive lighting or when someone sings them in his living room with expensive scotch in his hand. But when the same song comes from the throat of a security guard, suddenly there are rules. Shame on us. And no, I don’t mean just the company. I mean all of us. Because this is not really about one security guard. It is about the grotesque hierarchy we have quietly accepted, where a person’s job determines the value we assign to his humanity. If you are a CEO, you are allowed to have passions. If you are a doctor, you are allowed to sing. If you are an actor, you are allowed to paint. If you are a corporate executive, you are allowed to write poetry. But if you are a security guard? Stand there. Be silent. Do your shift. Collect your salary. Don’t remind us that you might actually possess a talent, a dream, a life beyond the uniform. Who gave anyone the right to decide that? Shovon Babu himself has reportedly said that he does not want financial assistance. He wants to teach music to children. So if you can help him find students, please do. Shovon Chakraborty: 9874562353 I will also try to help find students for him. And let’s demand an explanation from the company. Employers need to understand that their employees are human beings, not programmable furniture. A salary does not purchase someone’s dignity. A uniform does not erase someone’s identity. And a security guard does not stop being a musician simply because he has been forced to earn his living standing at the gate of a corporate office.

நெம்மேலியின் கடைசி ஓதம் (Nemmeli’s Last Tide) பல்லாயிரம் ஆண்டுகால இயற்கைத் தேர்வால் உருவான கோவளம்-நெம்மேலி ஈர நிலம் 237 வகை பறவை இனங்களுக்கும், 233 வகை தாவர இனங்களுக்கும், 16 மீனவக் கிராமங்களைச் சேர்ந்த ஆயிரக்கணக்கான மீனவர்களுக்கும் வாழ்விடமாய் இருக்கிறது. கோவளம் அருகே முட்டுக்காடு முதல் மாமல்லபுரம் அருகே கொக்கிலமேடு வரை சுமார் 26 கி.மீ. நீளும் இந்தக் கடலோர ஈரநிலத்தில் கடல் ஓதம் தினமும் இருமுறை நுழைந்து வெளியேறுகிறது. அதுவே இந்த நிலப்பரப்பின் இதயத் துடிப்பு. ஆனால், இந்த இயற்கையான ஓதச் சுழற்சியையும் (Tidal influence), நன்னீர்-உவர்நீர் சமநிலையையும் சீர்குலைக்கும் வகையில் மாமல்லன் நன்னீர்த் தேக்கத் திட்டம் உள்ளது. “நெம்மேலியின் கடைசி ஓதம் - Nemmeli's Last Tide" இந்த மண்ணின் குரலையும், அதை நம்பி வாழும் மனிதர்கள், பறவைகள், தாவரங்களின் நிலையையும் பதிவு செய்யும் ஆவணப்படம். இந்த ஆவணப்பட வெளியீட்டின் மூலம், நெம்மேலி ஈரநிலத்தை சிதைத்து அமைக்கப்பட்டு வரும் தவறான 'மாமல்லன் நன்னீர்த் தேக்கத் திட்டத்தை' தமிழ்நாடு அரசு உடனடியாகக் கைவிட வேண்டும் என வலியுறுத்துகிறோம். பல்லுயிர்ப் பெருக்கமும் இயற்கை வளமும் நிறைந்து, ஏராளமான மீனவர்களின் வாழ்வாதாரமாகத் திகழும் இக்கடலோர ஈரநிலத்தை அரசு உடனடியாகப் பாதுகாக்க வேண்டும். நெம்மேலியின் ஓதம் தொடரட்டும்... 🌊 #SaveNemmeli #ScrapMamallanReservoir ————- Nemmeli's Last Tide Shaped by thousands of years through natural selection, the Kovalam-Nemmeli Coastal wetland complex is home to 237 species of birds, 233 species of plants, and thousands of fishermen from 16 fishing villages. Stretching nearly 26 km from Muttukadu to Kokilamedu, this coastal wetland sees the tide enter and withdraw twice a day, and that is the heartbeat of this ecosystem. But the Mamallan freshwater reservoir threatens to disrupt this natural tidal cycle and the delicate freshwater-saltwater balance that sustains it. "Nemmeli's Last Tide" is a documentary that records the voice of this land, and the state of the plants, birds, and people who depend on it. Through the release of this documentary, we urge the Tamil Nadu government to immediately scrap the flawed Mamallan freshwater reservoir project, which is being built at the cost of destroying the Nemmeli wetland. The government must act now to protect this coastal wetland, rich in biodiversity and natural resources, and the livelihood of countless fishing communities who depend on it. Let Nemmeli's tide continue... 🌊 #SaveNemmeli #ScrapMamallanReservoir

தமிழ்நாட்டில் போதுமான மழை பெய்யுது.. ஆனா அதெல்லாம் வீணா கடல்ல கலக்குது.. மழை நீரை சேமித்து தமிழ்நாட்டின் நீர் பிரச்னையை போக்குவது எப்படி? தெளிவாக எடுத்து சொன்ன சௌமியா அன்புமணி..! #Chennai | #TNAssembly | #CMVijay | #TVK | #TVKGovt | #MLA | #SpeakerJCDPrabhakar | #OPS | #DMK | #Rajmohan | #TNAssemblyUpdates | #OPS | #PolimerNews

Nature is the Miracle.

RT @being_nimal: “மேகதாது அணை” ஒரு முக்கியமான கேள்வியை நாம் நம்மிடம் கேட்க வேண்டும். மேகதாது அணை கட்டப்படுகிறதா, இல்லையா என்பது ஒருபுறம்…

In the last 200yrs, TN saw biggest change in landuse pattern with plains converted into farmland & hills into tea, pine, & eculyptes plantation. TN lost 85% of its iconic Shola Grasslands, only found in TN, KA & KL. Palani hills(Kodaikanal) lost 60% of its Shola in last 50yrs 1/2

#HBDMuthulakshmiReddy First women Dctr in India 🔥 Her name was included in the first national flag hoisted on Red Fort in 1947. president -All India Women's Conference,she passed the bill for the suppression of brothels & immoral trafficking of women and children #avvaiillam

The Greek mythology talks about Odysseus and his epic ordeal while returning home after a victory. What if a woman faced worse, seemingly insurmountable odds and snatched victory from the jaws of defeat, not for herself, but for everyone else ? Muthulakshmi Reddy was born in 1886 in the princely state of Pudukottai in Tamilnadu. Her father was Narayanswami Iyer. Her mother was a devadasi. In Tamil, they were called “Devaradiyar”.If you are an Indian, I don’t need to tell what that means. In case you didn’t know, they were women who were ostensibly “dedicated” to temple deities tasked with passing on the baton of the art of dance to the next generation. The grim reality was different. They were often subjected to exploitation and were considered prostitutes by the British government. No one chose to be a devadasi. The prepubescent girl was initiated into the system by a religious ceremony which ensured her permanent status as a concubine. She would have a male patron, but no rights to his surname or inheritance. Devadasis needn’t marry and were called, “Nityasumangali” - meaning immune to widowhood. It was an euphemism - after all, you can’t become a widow if you aren’t married. Luckily for Muthulakshmi, her father was an academician and a school principal. A sole oasis in an otherwise barren desert. He gave her the power of education. The class in which she studied had 40 boys and 3 girls - separated by a screen. Even then the parents of the boys objected, fearing their “innocent” sons would be ensnared by a prepubescent femme fatale.This may sound absurd, but this was a common trope in those days. One of the teachers resigned in protest. But her father stood with her and provided her a plank. After attaining puberty, she was home schooled, as was the tradition in those days. She wanted to change not just her destiny, but also those of others. She asked the Maharaja of Pudukottai for funds to study medicine.The stunned Maharaja gave her a princely sum of Rs.150 which was the much needed escape velocity that changed her trajectory. She became the first woman to complete medicine in Madras medical college. She was studious and bagged several medals. When she wanted to take obstetrics and become a surgeon, the professors were shocked. Surgery with its blood and gore, was considered a man thing then. Nevertheless, with characteristic persistence, she became an obstetrician. She started catering to the elite professionals first. However, a turning point happened soon. Her sister developed rectal cancer and eventually died. Back then, cancer wasn’t known to the public as the emperor of maladies. Those who were unlucky enough to get it were considered doomed. No one wanted to spend on a lost cause. So Dr Muthulakshmi took it upon herself to go to the UK and trained in Royal Marsden hospital to manage cancer patients. She had a rare combination of strong roots and powerful wings. She came back to Madras, but faced painful apathy about cancer. She turned to Women’s India Association - which helped fund, the first cancer hospital in Madras - the Adyar cancer institute. One day, three girls from Namakkal ran away from the Devadasi system and asked her , “Now what will happen of us? Where will we stay?”. She realized the dire problem and set about the long journey that would culminate in their emancipation. She sheltered them, but not just them. She started the Avvai home. She met Sarojini Naidu and became a nationalist. Realizing the importance of political power, she went on to become the first woman to join the legislative council in British India. She was also the first woman in the world, to become the deputy President of a legislative council. She met and married Sundara Reddy, with the condition that they will be equals. Dr Muthulakshmi Reddy, faced two simulataneous battles - finding land and funding for the cancer hospital. Liberation of the devadasis. For the latter, she had to fight against the likes of Dr Rajagopalachari. In a meeting when a speaker expressed solidarity with her “fallen sisters”, she famously thundered, “How dare you call them fallen sisters? Female chastity is impossible without male chastity. The men who exploited them were older and should be held responsible”. She knew they weren’t “fallen”, but “pushed”. To S Satyamurthi, she roared,”If you need someone to preserve the arts and culture, why don’t you leave the devadasis and send the women in your home?”. The stiff resistance would have wilted a lesser woman, but she was forged in fire. Her efforts bore fruit in both the issues. The cancer hospital, grew slowly but steadily. She asked everyone who would listen for funds, including King George V. Today it’s a world class institute, giving life to many. Her statue stands there, like a guardian angel of the cancer patients. On December 5,1947, at long last, the Madras Presidency passed the bill preventing the dedication of young girls as devadasis. The laurels followed. She was awarded Padma Bhushan by the Indian government. Tamilnadu government has named the pregnancy benefits scheme after a her. There is a road in Chennai named after her. Her story is the triumph of grit over fate. It’s a reminder that we can script our own destiny, regardless of where we start. Neither social ostracism, nor the strictures of colonial India could conquer her will. She turned life’s proverbial lemons into a lemonade spring, that continues to give even today. She’s the hero, that our daughters need to know about. Perhaps we should tell her story, instead of Cinderella’s. Today is her birth anniversary.