स्वाद, जूनून और इनोवेशन का सबसे बड़ा मंच! #NDTVFoodAwards2026 आ रहा है भारत के फूड लेजेंड्स को सम्मानित करने... क्या आप तैयार हैं इस ज़ायके से भरी शाम के लिए? 🗓️15 जून, सोमवार ⏱️शाम 5 बजे से लगातार 📺Watch Live : food.ndtv.com/awards-2026 #NDTVFoodAwards Frozen Snacks Partner – Switz International Energy Drink Partner – Hell Energy Drink Nutrition Partner – @Herbalifeindia Beverage Partner – Aodh & Zoya Healthy Snacking Partner – @APGPistachiosIN Associate Partner – @madhur_sugar Impact Partner: Adani Renewables Adani Ports & Logistics Adani Power Adani Solar Special Partner: Chaudhary Charan Singh International Airport Taste Partner: Goldie @virsanghvi @sourishb1963 @chefananya @reshii @RoshniBajaj

Imagine a kashmiri pandit sowing rice plants called 'Thall karun" in his own land in kashmir. That's our Jai Krishen Bali doing in his paddy fields in Mirgund Pattan in kashmir alongwith fellow kashmiris. Great sight to watch 🍁 @OfficeOfLGJandK @ANI @NewsAlgebraIND @DivComKash @diprjk

The hottest country on the planet, chopping trees by the millions. Pouring concrete on every available square inch.

Photo of the Day by Vikas Choudhary ▶️Summers in the national capital can be taxing. The searing, scorching heat, the dust storms and the sultry weather. ▶️But there is one aspect of Delhi summers which gives pleasure rather than pain. ▶️Every summer, along with the searing heat, comes Nature’s annual splash of gold for Delhi: the seasonal bloom of Amaltas or the golden shower tree. ▶️The species is native to the Indian subcontinent. ▶️In many ways, the annual Amaltas bloom is a reminder of a Delhi that is slowly disappearing as the national capital becomes more concretised. ▶️Grey though it might have become due to the concrete, but once during the summer, Delhi glows a bright gold. And that is a sight enough to commensurate for what is its harshest season.

Delhi mogs every other city with its green cover, parks, roads and public infrastructure.

Don’t know who needs to hear this but if life can remove someone you never dreamed of losing, it can replace them with someone you never dreamt of having.

A Wharton economist ran a randomized controlled trial on almost a thousand high school students in Turkey. The result was so brutal for the AI-in-education narrative that it had to be peer-reviewed by PNAS before people would believe it. Her name is Hamsa Bastani. She teaches operations and information at the Wharton School at the University of Pennsylvania, and the study she published in 2025 alongside her co-authors is one of the cleanest experiments anyone has run on what AI actually does to learning when you remove it from the equation and check what is left. The setup was a randomized controlled trial, the same methodology used in clinical drug trials. Nearly a thousand high school math students in Turkey were split into three groups and put through four sessions of ninety minutes each. One group practiced with GPT Base, a standard ChatGPT-4 interface that could answer any question directly. One group practiced with GPT Tutor, a version of the same model that had been prompted to guide students with hints rather than hand them the answer. One group practiced with nothing but their textbook and their own head. During the practice sessions, the AI groups looked like a miracle. The GPT Base group solved 48% more problems than the students working alone. The GPT Tutor group solved 127% more. Every administrator looking at those numbers would have written a press release about the transformative power of AI in education and moved on. Then the actual exam came, and AI was not allowed. The students who had practiced with GPT Base scored 17% worse than the students who had practiced alone. Seventeen percent worse, despite having solved nearly half again as many problems in the sessions leading up to it. The students who had struggled the most, who had sat with the confusion and worked through it without a tool to rescue them, were now the only ones who could actually do the math when it counted. Bastani's team read through the chat logs to understand what had actually been happening during the practice sessions, and the answer was exactly what the exam results had already implied. The GPT Base group had not been learning. They had been extracting answers and moving on, and every moment that felt like understanding was actually the model doing the cognitive work while the student's brain waited for the next problem to arrive. The paper describes it precisely: without guardrails, students attempt to use GPT-4 as a crutch during practice, and subsequently perform worse on their own. The detail that should follow every conversation about AI in education is the one buried in the post-test survey results. The students who had relied on AI the most during practice were also the most confident they had understood the material. The tool had not just failed to teach them. It had convinced them they had learned something they had not, which is a different kind of failure entirely and a much harder one to correct because the student has no idea it is happening. The crutch had made them confident and weak at the same time.

Almost 10 p.m in Delhi. It’s above 36 c. Feels hotter. Please folks, don’t argue ‘summer is summer’ and ‘it is no big deal.’ For the vast majority of people in this city, India’s capital, nights are not soft and silky and air-conditioned. Today, I took two Uber rides and both drivers said they had not slept for several days now. There are also fewer passengers. These are hard times. The days are hotter. The nights are hotter. There are also more days when it’s extremely hot. ‘Urban heat island’ effect makes city life unbearable. If we don’t understand the science behind this, chop trees, concretize more in the name of ‘development’ we will make it even worse and the price will be one which no one would want to pay.

What an incredible first day and what a raptuous welcome from the city of Reggio Emilia🇮🇹❤️ When Catherine first entered the RF, Prince Philip told her: 'If you believe the attention is for you personally, you’re going to end up in trouble. The attention is for your role, what you do, what you’re supporting.  It isn’t for you as an individual.  You are not a celebrity. You are representing the Royal Family. That’s all. Don’t look at the camera. The Queen never looks at the camera. Never. Look at who you’re talking to. Look at what you’ve come to see.🔥 However there is a caveat here: People DO come to see Catherine. These people did not just come to see Royalty or the monarchy, they came to see Catherine. They came because they love HER and they came in crowds for HER❤️ And this is really what makes this woman so different: the screams of excitement as if she is a celebrity superstar, the adoration in Their eyes... this is not about the Monarchy but about Catherine. In that, the commoner the british press mocked and belittled; The one who was judged as "inconsequential" and "too shy" is the one who has transcended the RF to become an Icon in her own rights🔥 Whether she goes on a private visit or on an official visit, alone or accompanied; she is the ONE people are there to see. Well and so, look How far did Humility and grace get this Berkshire country girl...😏❤️ #PrincessofWales 📹 Max Foster

My mamaji is on ventilator. He had all his life’s savings within PSU bank in FDs. All his accounts have been sealed as due to being bed ridden he could not do re-KYC in person. His kids asked bank to take humane view. Bank said if he cannot come in person, accounts will not open. FDs in PSU banks can be useless in time of need due to KYC regulations. @narendramodi @RBI this KYC mess is draconian. Please help in this time of need

In May 1860, she kissed her six children goodbye. She thought about the dinner she would cook later. She thought about the laundry. She thought about the quiet life of a mother in Illinois. She had no idea that when the front door clicked shut, it would stay locked for three long years. Her husband, Theophilus Packard, was a respected minister. To the neighbors, he was a man of God. But inside their home, he was a man who could not stand a wife who thought for herself. Elizabeth Packard liked to read. She liked to debate religion. She had her own opinions about life and faith. In the 19th century, for a woman to have a brain was considered a danger. Theophilus decided to end the argument once and for all. He didn’t need a crime. He didn't need a witness. In those days, the law in Illinois said a man could commit his wife to an insane asylum without any evidence or a public hearing. He simply had to say she was "disturbed." One morning, a group of men arrived at her home. They didn't listen to her logic. They didn't care about her tears. They dragged her away to the Jacksonville Insane Asylum. Elizabeth was 43 years old, perfectly sane, and suddenly a prisoner. When she entered the asylum, she expected to see people who needed medical help. Instead, she found a warehouse of "inconvenient" women. There were wives who had argued with their husbands about money. There were daughters who refused to marry men they didn't love. There were women who were simply too loud or too independent. "This is not a hospital," Elizabeth realized. "It is a cage for the unwanted." The doctors tried to break her spirit. They told her that if she just admitted her husband was right and she was wrong, she could go home. They wanted her to say she was crazy for wanting her own thoughts. Elizabeth looked them in the eye and said, "I cannot buy my liberty by a lie." She didn’t give up. Instead, she started to write. She hid scraps of paper in the linings of her clothes. She tucked notes under floorboards. She recorded every abuse, every scream in the night, and every story of the women around her. She became a secret journalist inside a living nightmare. After three years, she was finally released, but her husband locked her in a room at home. He planned to move her to another asylum in a different state. This time, Elizabeth’s friends helped her get a message to a judge. A trial was finally ordered to determine if she was actually insane. The courtroom was packed. Theophilus was confident. He brought "experts" to say that her religious doubts proved her mind was broken. But then, Elizabeth stood up. She didn't shout. She spoke with the calm power of the truth. She explained her beliefs. She showed the jury that having a different opinion is not a disease. The jury only needed seven minutes. They came back with a single word: Sane. Elizabeth walked out as a free woman, but she found that her husband had taken everything. He had sold their furniture, taken her money, and disappeared with their children. She was alone and penniless. Most people would have disappeared into the shadows. Elizabeth did the opposite. She spent the next forty years traveling the country. She stood before the legislature and demanded new laws. She said, "A woman's mind is her own, and the law must protect it." Because of her, states changed their laws. They made it illegal to lock a person away without a fair trial and a medical exam. She turned her private pain into a public shield for thousands of other women. She proved that even if you take away a woman’s home, her money, and her children, you can never truly take away her voice.

His name is Govind Jaiswal. He was born in Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh. His father, Narayan, had once owned 35 rickshaws. Then his wife fell gravely ill. Narayan sold 20 of them to pay for her treatment. She died in 1995. He sold 14 more to send Govind to Delhi to prepare for UPSC. By the time Govind reached Delhi, his father was down to one rickshaw, which he pulled himself every day. The family lived in a single room near the railway station in Varanasi. Electricity was unreliable. Govind had studied at a government school and a modest college in the city. When he was 11 years old, he went to play at a wealthy friend’s house. He was insulted and thrown out because his father was a rickshaw puller. An older friend explained to him how the world works and told him that unless his circumstances changed, he could expect this treatment his entire life. That day, he decided he would become an IAS officer. In Delhi, he taught mathematics to junior students to earn money. On some days, he skipped meals to save what little he had. He studied in public libraries. He prepared entirely in Hindi medium. He told himself he could not afford a second attempt. His father had sold everything. There was no plan B. In 2006, Govind Jaiswal cleared the UPSC Civil Services Examination in his first attempt. He was 22 years old. All India Rank 48. The first thing he did with his first salary was pay for his father’s medical treatment for a leg injury sustained from years of pulling rickshaws. He said this, “Anyone who understands my circumstances will know I had no other option. I chose the only path I was left with. I worked hard on my studies.” Follow for stories India deserves to remember.

BHIMKESHAVA OR BUMZOO temple in Kashmir is inside a cave on top of an incline, in the Anantnag dist,on the banks of river Lidder. Built by Bhima Shahi of Gandhara,the maternal grandfather of Queen Didda in the 10th cent CE, they are also called Bhaumajo caves. My click from 2012.

Fresh countryside veg food at last village of India, LoC Teetwal at my rented accommodation called yatri niwas provides a different taste & feeling. Be it 50/- kg shalgam or 30,000/- kg guchhi( morcelli) mushroom it tastes same. Here's it at yatri niwas 👇 Jai sharda🙏 @reshii @SrinagarGirl @NalinisKitchen

Today was one of the most horrifying days of my life as an academic. Walking through Iran University of Science and Technology, a top-ranked public university in Iran, I was struck by the devastation. Only last month, this campus was alive with students, bustling between classrooms. Now, parts of the campus lie in ruins, classrooms shattered, hallways choked with dust and shattered glass. I saw the offices of professors burned. A newly renovated building, where students gathered for programs, for socializing, for life, destructed. One student, tearfully, told me: “My professor’s office was still burning a little. That’s where I used to wait for office hours. To ask questions. To appeal my grade.” This is the same university that launched Iran’s Omid and Zafar 2 satellites, symbols of homegrown technological achievement. A week ago, one of its professors was assassinated. Yesterday, they bombed it. From sanctions to targeted killings, to the bombing of research centers and universities, there’s a clear pattern: de-development & de-industrialisation/ the systematic dismantling of a nation’s indigenous development, its industrial base, its capacity to stand on its own. We will never forget that as the American and Zionist war criminals blatantly target universities, schools, hospitals/ assassinating professors and killing children, and after 2 years or genocice, western intellectuals are still debating whether or not to pass a symbolic, non-enforceable BDS resolution. Photos taken by me, full report incoming.

This needs to be said: We are at Jim Corbett and apparently there is no restriction on loud music till 10:30pm in the night. The roads are full of cars speeding around, at least 30 jeeps plying in one area of the forest, you can see brunt land on both sides and massive tree felling. So guilty of attending a family wedding here, I cannot say. There’s one I skipped because I didn’t want to be a party to destroying the habitat of animals. But why is Uttarakhand government allowing weddings in a forest reserve? I know my tweet will have zero reaction but Please tag the concerned agencies when you read this. @ukcmo @uttrakhand24 @AniUttarakhand

Walls of abandoned homes crumble as they bear the toll of exodus, the weight of loss lingers through generations. Many withered away yearning for return to their beloved Kashmir. The movie 'Batt Koch' captures all nightmares, memory loss, next generation's search for a 'home'

Our maharaja is 95 not out ! A very happy birthday to former sadr-e-riyasat Dr karan singh today 🍁 May sharda bless him. Jai Ho 🙏

Postcards from Bir, Himachal Pradesh.

This is my lovely son, Anas Fadel Naim He was 20 years old. A media student. A photographer who saw life through humanity Israel killed him inside an ambulance while he was volunteering as a first responder during its savage war on Gaza on 04/01/2009 I trained him to save lives