I first met her in Coimbatore,when she was doing the film , ஆயிரத்தில் ஒருவன் with the late MGR. She had come down for a dance recital , & was put up in hotel Alankar which was supposedly the best , those times ; the meeting was brief and as I grew up the charm changed to others

2019, till May 02, was ok. On that day, by around noon time, I got the biggest shock of my life - I lost my mother in my arms. I'm yet to get over it, but God of my faith and belief, has managed to pull me through, so far. The rest of the year, it was focused on rituals, and so.

on. My mother in the last of couple of years, has been talking to my sister and me , about not going to Benares, for her annual rites, but to have it done in Sakkarai padithurai, in her native, we kept telling her , when the time comes,we will look into it. The onus of a high

Responsibility as the defacto head of the HUF fell on me and honestly I was not fit for it. It's huge task, managing emotions of people and I'm not good at it. However, God, in his mercy has been kind enough to give me a helping hand. Socially I had ostracised myself, and moved.

Bag and baggage to the place of my child hood memories. Though Covid hit me badly (I was distanced by place and time from my loved ones), my duty to perform the annual rites of my late mother - it was all set and organised - only to be cheated out by the Chinese virus - the least

I could do for my sister and daughter was to make them see it live , except the food part, which as per my belief, is not to be photographed , or videographed, they had visuals. I'm still wondering why my late mother kept my sister and daughter away during the period is a mystery

@prabhuferrari @threadreaderapp compile this please

@threadreaderapp @buzz_chronicles save this

This tweet may slightly be off tangent and there may be outage; that doesn't mean one can't express what one feels about issue(s).. I've divided it into 3 parts - part 1 is about the outage at twitter - on them blocking Donald Trump- of these I'm astonished at some big handles ..

2. How many of them have read the rules/regulations as expressed by twitter - whether it's legally tenable to the law of the land is a different question - Trump himself , when his personal account got suspended used the id of Potus - all his noise could've been made in that id .

He fell into the trap well laid by the opposition , because he used his emotional quotient rather than his wisdom. Period. There's no reason claiming otherwise or using it as a comparative narrative - Eos; moreover, the unity among luteyns and the left , obnoxious they're, the RW

lacks it - RW fights among themselves and more the popular you're (I'm sticking to that definition by twitter standards), to me they're just another user of SM. The kind of reporting they do , and the alogrithm built in, suits them, do the RW ever done that on a single account ?

NO being the answer - why are we cribbing ? Part 2 is even more sensitive - look at the peacefuls, look at the white coats, do the warring Hindus - do we have the unity - we don't - when the cause is common, whether it be temples or any social issue, including the #DikkiSonas,

It began sometime , a little after the manner in which he handled not only the earthquake disaster , but the speed at which he rebuilt not only the disaster affected areas in Gujarat, used it as a leverage to bring Gujarat up in the map of India ; Congress, especially Ahmed Patel

sensed the danger this man could be , not only to Congress , but their hold on people, (read as minorities) and the counter measure ,began albeit slowly. The shrewd and wily Ahmed, began restructuring the original Khan Market gang, (modern India defines them as luteyns), take a

Good look at political history from that period. Using, muscle, money power , the connection with Vatican , and the ever subservient sullahs ,the diabolical plan began to emulate, and this sinister plan kept modifying itself , as needed. This man was not bothered, he was only

focussing on the welfare of the state, and that hurt them more; by now the commies, the sundry paper maches fell in line and the narrative next was calling him a mass murderer, the carnage created , the hounding began and elevated to an international level , so that it would

blunt his growth and may dissuade him and his close circle of political well wishers; he was refused entry into the land of honey and milk (eek),and,the pitch was so strong, Ford foundation , George Soros had all marked him - atleast , that includes CIA, Knesset, Mossad,as well.

@buzz_chronicles "save" Guru

I would like to present on my #Thread on highly overrated Prime Minister from Congress, PV Narismha Rao. Many BJP supporters also get carried away with some asking for Bharat Ratna 🙄

I will try to present few facts on how PVNR was nothing but yet another failure from Congress.

I would first like to start on why Rao was chosen for the job in 1991.
Forever Prime Minister in waiting Shri Sharad Pawar has alleged in his book that Arjun Singh convinced Sonia Gandhi that Rao will be lame duck Prime Minister & Rao will make way for Arjun Singh to be Cong head

But Rao, didn't step down frm the position of the Party President and this started an internal tussle between then senior Congress leaders & they all formed regional parties. There are two reasons for it, one they were against Rao & 2nd they wanted to get minority votes post 1992

Now lets looks at Rao's role in Barbie demolition, many say Rao was in favour of demolition & some Congress ppl allege that Rao could have saved the demolition by suspending the UP govt, some say he was happy with the demolition.

Its all lie, I will explain you in detail

PVNR was basically in checkmate situation in 1992, whr he had 2 options:
1- He could hav used military against Ram Bhakts, whr he feared military will not fire on ppl chanting Jay Shree Ram
2- Take strict action post demolition to pacify Mυzlims by taking action

He went for 2nd

Brilliant women are almost without fail maligned, diminished and erased in life and death. Glad to see this writing-in for Kamla Chowdhry, a pioneer in so many

I loathed Khushwant Singh for his sexism (that I could spot in his writings even as a teen).

The harm he did to SO many women as he pushed his sexist bile thinly disguised as wit is incalculable

I think he was the first writer I encountered that I read first, quite liked the work, then slowly recognised the issues.

By the time I met him in Delhi, I had zero tolerance for sexist, predatoey men who thought they could make and break women’s careers and lives with impunity

I met him around the time my book came out at a literary do. He was holding court, surrounded by lots of women, men leering at the women while snarking enviously. One of the publishing folk introduced me. He immediately checked me out and told me to ‘drop in for a visit’

I made appropriate noises and walked away. Then someone else at the party told me that I should visit him because ‘if he likes you, he can make your career.’

The implication of what the visit would entail was clear.

The Deradicalised (1): One Man’s Journey From Almajiri To Jihadist And Then IDP

[THREAD]

Bye, Boko Haram

“We started hearing about the Safe Corridor programme over the radio and they also threw flyers in the bush, which contained messages about it in English, Kanuri, Arabic, and Hausa,” narrates Usman.

Nigeria’s Defence Headquarters had launched Operation Safe Corridor (OSC), a multisectoral programme, in 2015 and kickstarted it a year later. Its aim was to “rehabilitate repentant Boko Haram militants and reintegrate them back into their respective communities as ..

productive law-abiding citizens”.

Despite widespread criticism from those who consider the programme premature or a misplacement of priorities, it has since gone on to graduate about 2,000 former Boko Haram members.

Usman had started regretting leaving the city for Boko Haram’s Daulat especially as his economic fortunes took a downturn. The routes outside the group’s territory were not easily accessible and, in his words, “things by then were not moving well”.

When billionaire Femi Otedola in a telephone interview, was asked by the radio presenter, "Sir what can you remember made you a happiest man in life?" Femi said: "I have gone through four stages of happiness in life and finally I understood #RightMorals

the meaning of true happiness."
The first stage was to accumulate wealth and means. But at this stage I did not get the happiness I wanted. Then came the second stage of collecting valuables and items. But I realized that the effect of this thing

is also temporary and the lustre of valuable things does not last long. Then came the third stage of getting big projects. That was when I was holding 95% of diesel supply in Nigeria and Africa. I was also the largest vessel owner in Africa and Asia. #RightMorals

But even here I did not get the happiness I had imagined. The fourth stage was the time a friend of mine asked me to buy wheelchair for some disabled children. Just about 200 kids. At the friend's request, I immediately bought the wheelchairs.

But the friend insisted that I go with him and hand over the wheelchairs to the children. I got ready and went with him. There I gave these wheel chairs to these children with my own hands. I saw the strange glow of happiness on the faces of these children.

On Thomas Paine's bones and what happened in Mahad (Maharashtra) in 1927. Thread.

The most reviled man in early 19th century America (because he wrote The Age of Reason) died a pauper in the worst kind of squalor, his body covered in cankers. Denied burial at the Quaker burying ground, he was buried in the orchard of his home in New Rochelle, New York State.

Only six mourners showed up for his funeral. No eulogies were offered. Marguerite Bonneville, a woman he had rescued from France, who became his caretaker in his final years, recalled his interment in this manner:

I, placing myself at the east end of the grave said to my son Benjamin, “stand you there, at the other end, as a witness for a grateful America.” Looking around me and beholding the small group of spectators, I exclaimed as the earth was tumbled into the grave:

“Oh! Mr. Paine! My son stands here as the testimony for the gratitude of America, and I, for France!”