Is the Vatican again funding the new TN CM and this?

Rather long but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did: I am an Indian, and everyone says I lack civic sense. They can burn streets, and vandalize a city after a championship game. I dance at an airport excited about my first foreign trip, and suddenly I am the face of poor civic sense. I am an Indian, and everyone says I steal jobs. They move factories across oceans, shift profits through tax havens. I study, compete, earn a visa, work 18 hours a day, sometimes multiple jobs and somehow I am the one stealing jobs and scamming the system. I am an Indian, and everyone says I am everywhere. I build your software, treat your illness, teach your children, drive your taxis, and open your stores. The world became a village, yet my presence remains a problem. I am an Indian, and everyone says I am too loud. The evening news screams outrage. The internet echoes with anger day and night. I celebrate a wedding, a festival, a victory, and I am told my joy is too loud. I am an Indian, and everyone says I smell of curry. The world smells of gunpowder, of hatred, of division, of endless arguments about race and religion. I carry the fragrance of spices from my grandmother's kitchen, and somehow that is what offends. I am an Indian, and everyone says I have no culture. I come from a civilization that counted the stars when much of the world was still learning maps. I speak languages older than nations. I celebrate hundreds of traditions, yet I am told I have no culture. I am an Indian, and everyone says I am backward. I send missions to the Moon. I build vaccines for millions. I run companies across continents. Yet a viral video of one fool becomes evidence against a billion people. I am an Indian. I celebrate my favorite actor's success with flowers, music, and a few glasses of milk. Others worship influencers who sell outrage, turn every disagreement into a battlefield, and every opinion into a war. Yet my celebration is the one that makes headlines. I am an Indian, and everyone says I gather in crowds. We walk together in processions, celebrating our faith, our culture, our traditions. Everyone is welcome. No shops are looted. No neighborhoods are burned. No one is threatened for thinking differently. We sing. We dance. We pray. And somehow our gathering becomes the problem. I am an Indian, and everyone says I bring my culture everywhere. I light a lamp in a foreign land. I wear a saree in the snow. I teach my children the language of their grandparents. Others build walls between neighbors, argue endlessly over identity, and forget where they came from. Yet I am told I should leave my culture behind. I am an Indian, and everyone says I live in the past. But my past gave me yoga, mathematics, philosophy, meditation, and the idea that the world is one family. The future keeps borrowing from my past, while telling me to be embarrassed by it. I am an Indian, and everyone says I should be ashamed. Ashamed of my accent. Ashamed of my food. Ashamed of my festivals. Ashamed of my traditions. Ashamed of existing. But I am not ashamed. I am the child of farmers and philosophers, scientists and saints, workers and dreamers. *I come from a land that taught the world that truth can be many-sided, that all paths deserve respect, and that the entire world is one family.* *Yes, we have flaws. Every nation does.* *But judge me by my actions, not by your stereotypes.* For I am an Indian. *And before you tell me what is wrong with me, look honestly at what you have normalized in yourself.* For I am an Indian. The world may mock my accent, question my customs, laugh at my celebrations, and judge me through a thousand stereotypes. *Yet I stand tall. For I belong to a civilization older than empires, a culture richer than prejudice, and a people whose spirit refuses to bend.* For I am an Indian.

Careers are dead. Jobs are dying. Opportunities arising.

The Invisible Hand (Trojan Horse) of Karl Marx's "Communism" no one saw coming executed at a blitzerking scale in China maybe the way China hastens the end of the world and capitalism.

A little tooooo many people have signed-up for life coaching certification #youtubeads proves it

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As a #Bangalorean I feel the air pollution increases month by month for decades now. BBMP does a lot of work, and it also contributes to AQI, a small example is here, inspite of requesting many months they come, dump and burn evidence of plastics. #blrhubba @BBMPSWMSplComm

The core story of how Bombay thinks and goes about value creation :-) @mumbaiheritage

Tunday kebabi - Aminabad Mughal Zaika Unknown street shop That’s the 3 in the photos

Used @bitchat NO need of #cellular #networks. NO need of Wi-Fi connection. Reminds of the #BlackBerry realisation that messaging was free if you used data networks. This a deeper level of utilising existing rails. @hungrywheels_

How Customer Fatigue is Leading to Shutdowns of Your F&B Outlets and What You Can Do About It. hungrywheels.in/food-story/h… @hungrywheels_

The potholes in Bangalore areis no longer in Bangalore. Their creation has been outsourced to Washington. #tariffs #IT

Diaspora is disproportionately quiet. #indiandiaspora

A Telling Tale of what's TOM in Indian IT professional networks. #h1b #IT