Learn to take responsibility,you are VP of GOP.Cowards never take responsibility .Hippocracy of Sahazade!!!

A film should truly be made on the life of Dr. Ganesh Bariya , GANESH BHAI MBBS. Born with dwarfism, his journey was never easy. When he was just a child in primary school, circus agents once offered his father ₹5 lakh to take him away. But his father refused. Instead of selling him to the world, he chose to educate him and stand by his dreams. Ganesh was brilliant in studies. He earned admission into medical college—but was rejected by the Medical Council simply because of his height. But destiny had other plans. In 2018, the Supreme Court ruled that denying him admission based on his physical stature was discrimination. That decision changed everything. He went on to complete his MBBS from Bhavnagar Medical College in Gujarat, and today, Dr. Ganesh proudly serves as a consultant doctor in the same hospital. From rejection to respect, from discrimination to dignity his story is not just inspiring, it’s a reminder that no dream is too big, and no person is too small to achieve it. Some stories deserve not just applause… but a

After the popularity of my prior post, I asked my mother to narrate the story of her early days in America in her own voice. Here’s what she shared: When I first came to America, I didn’t speak English at all. I had no confidence. I was scared to go out, scared to talk to people, scared to work. Everything felt new and overwhelming. One day, in the apartment building where we were living, there was a small nursery school. I kept looking at it for days. Finally I gathered my courage and went inside. I told the teacher, “I don’t speak English, but can I volunteer? Can I just come and watch how you teach and help you if you need anything?” She said yes. Her name was Ms. Bonnie. She was very kind. I started going every day. I helped with the children, watched how the school worked, and did whatever I could. Some parents didn’t like that I didn’t speak English and was still in the classroom. They complained. But Ms. Bonnie stood up for me. She said, “Mrs. Jain, you are so good with the children. Why don’t you start babysitting? People are always looking for a good babysitter.” I was scared and said, “Who will give me their children? Who will trust me?” She smiled and said, “Don’t worry. If you are good, people will come.” So I put a small sign on the corkboard in the building: Babysitting available. That same day, a nurse named Janice called me. She worked from five in the evening until midnight. I asked my husband if I should do it. He said, “If you think you can do it, then do it.” Every day at five o’clock she dropped off her little boy. He played with my children, Neeru and Rupam. Around midnight he would fall asleep, and his mother would come after her shift and take him home. Soon, more children started coming. Some parents left their kids at the nursery school in the morning and went to work. When the first shift finished, I picked up those children and brought them to my apartment. Then I dropped the afternoon children back to school. On holidays and vacation days, I had both shifts — many children all day long. Little by little, I ended up caring for sixteen children at one time. Before I accepted anyone, I told the parents one thing: “My house is strictly vegetarian. No meat can come inside.” Everyone agreed. Some parents brought bagels or peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but I cooked fresh food every day. I made roti that puffed up on the stove, khichdi, rice, and papad. The children loved it. They would laugh and say, “Mrs. Jain has magic!” when they saw the roti puff up. They had never seen anything like that before. They loved the food so much that some mothers came with me to the Indian grocery store. I taught them how to cook everything too. Most of the families were nurses, doctors, and people from nearby buildings. When pickup time got crowded in my apartment, I started taking all the children to the nursery school playground. The parents would come there after work and pick them up. Every Friday, everyone paid me. My rule was simple: I saved the first $200 every week. Anything extra I spent on my children — toys, clothes, and little things to make them happy. The mothers became like my family. They taught me how to ride the subway. They took me to the Bronx Zoo on weekends when my husband was busy working. They showed me how to shop and how to live in America. One boy I watched for a long time grew up. Years later he told his mother, “I want to see Mrs. Jain.” They found me again and he came to visit. He was still shy — just like when he was little — but he was so happy to see me. When I remember those days now, my heart still feels full. I was frightened when I first came to this country. But those children gave me confidence. Those mothers gave me strength. And those years gave me happiness I will always carry with me. That is how I started my life in America —with fear at first, and then with love, hard work, and a house full of children and warm food.

In just two months, his life has completely changed. He went from frightened and uncertain to joyful, trusting, and full of confidence. This transformation is the result of patience, compassion, and a community that truly cares 🐶🥰

“When Students Don’t Come Home” I am writing this as a conscious journalist from the Northeast, carrying the weight of years of silence, loss and unanswered questions. Late Anjel Chakma was preparing to return to his hometown for the holidays, a routine moment of relief every student understands. But that journey never happened. Instead, Anjel’s life was violently altered and ultimately taken in Dehradun, far from home, far from safety and far from the comfort of those who raised him. His death is not an isolated tragedy. It is a painful and familiar reminder for every family in the Northeast that sends its children away in search of education and a better future. More than a decade has passed since Nido Taniam, a young student from Arunachal Pradesh, was killed in South Delhi’s Lajpat Nagar. That incident shook the nation’s conscience. Committees were formed, guidelines were drafted, helplines were launched, and special police units were introduced to protect people from the Northeast living outside their home states. Yet today, looking at Anjel Chakma’s death, we must ask: what truly changed? What we have not honestly acknowledged is that the Northeast continues to be seen as “different” in the national imagination. That difference has become dangerous. It manifests as casual slurs, suspicion, ridicule and at times, fatal violence. This mindset was not created overnight and it has not disappeared with laws or advisories. We often comfort ourselves by saying systems are in place. But systems do not control the minds of men. The prejudice that fuels such attacks has existed since the earliest days of our collective existence, passed on quietly, normalised, and tolerated. The question before us is uncomfortable: do we keep forgiving a rotten mindset until more innocent lives are lost? Enough is enough. Special helplines and designated police units are not enough to protect students who are targeted because of how they look, speak or belong. What is needed is institutional seriousness, not symbolic gestures. A dedicated national ministry or statutory body that focuses solely on the vulnerabilities, safety and dignity of Northeastern people across India, without distractions, without dilution, must be debated urgently. Will it work? That remains to be seen. But doing nothing has already failed too many times. In response to Anjel Chakma’s death, the Chakma Students’ Union proposed a protest at Jantar Mantar, New Delhi, on December 28, 2025, demanding justice and stronger safeguards for students from the Northeast. This protest was not only for Anjel. It was for every student who left home with hope and returned in a coffin or never returned at all. However, the proposed protest by the Chakma Students’ Union Delhi was postponed after police permitted only 50 participants. Anjel Chakma’s death is not just news. It is memory. It is a warning. It is grief carried by an entire Northeast region. I write this not to provoke sympathy, but to demand recognition, that the Northeast is not an exception within the nation, and its children are not expendable. I write this because silence, at this point, is no longer an option. @pushkardhami @DrManikSaha2 @uttarakhandcops @HMOIndia @DelhiPolice @mygovtripura @tripura_cmo @PMOIndia @NodalofficerNE #JusticeForAnjelChakma #NortheastLivesMatter #EnoughIsEnough #ProtectNortheastStudents

A group of friends walked into a diner and decided to change a life. ​They saw a pregnant waitress working hard during the holidays, and they knew she needed a win. ​$1,300 on the table. $300 for the cooks. $1,000 for her and the baby. ​Her reaction says it all. She tried to give it back. She didn't feel entitled to it; she felt unworthy of it. And that is exactly why she deserved every penny. ​This is who we really are. We look out for each other. Merry Christmas 🫶

Every machine in a Hospital that diagnoses your body without cutting you open is based on a principle of Physics, discovered by a Physicist who had no interest in Medicine. If you think the world doesn’t need Basic Science, or that somehow Science has failed you, think again.

Got a special guest, meeting after 5years @ChemCkt. We spent a lot of fun time at @iacskolkata and Ben-Gurion University Israel

🚨 WE HAVE TOUCHDOWN!!! 🏁 40 days, 3 hrs & 29 mins after launch, CHANDRAYAAN-3 has successfully touched down on the Lunar surface!! 🌖 MASSIVE congrats to @isro & the global spaceflight community! The south polar region of the Moon is no longer empty! 🛰️ #Chandrayaan3 #ISRO

@BarnettLabUR's first publication is now online and free to read at @InorgChem! This ligand was a labor of love for @cdhastings1, much more to come soon. Congrats Chris, @Smol_Chem_Lucy, @ChemCkt, and @jolaine_galindo! pubs.acs.org/doi/10.1021/acs…

Impedance spectroscopy is one of the most popular but also abused tools in electrocatalysis studies. Here is a good tutorial paper published in ACS Measurement Science Au: Electrochemical Impedance Spectroscopy─A Tutorial. pubs.acs.org/doi/10.1021/acs…