Yuva Niruthya @yuvaniruthya

‘WIDOW'S BAY’ has won 14 Emmys — the most wins EVER for a single season of a comedy show. • Best Comedy Series • Best Actor (Matthew Rhys) • Best Supporting Actor (Stephen Root) • Best Supporting Actress (Kate O'Flynn) • Best Guest Actress (Betty Gilpin) • Best Writing • Best Directing • Best Casting • Best Cinematography • Best Music Composition • Best Music Supervision • Best Production Design • Best Sound Editing • Best Sound Mixing

beautiful piece of writing❤️📚

A parte ruim que ninguém te conta sobre você ser uma pessoa que lê e se informa sobre diversos assuntos (como geopolítica, economia e história): Você se torna INFINITAMENTE mais infeliz e preocupado do que uma pessoa que só se importa com rolê e o jogo do time durante a semana.

Every time AI companies require some facial data, they just start a trend.

When i read tamil news, and then i scroll down and see Anthropic's employees cautioning AI-led human extinction, and then reports on rising sea levels in Indian cities, I can't help sigh in indignation. Tamilnadu is discussing a 1971 report and we are fighting about it.

A deep analysis of what may have lead to the Nepal glacial collapse and a breakdown of how the flood overtook communities in a matter if minutes. #Nepal #flood #weather

@ndtv @rahulkanwal Almost 600 people dead, over 2000 missing. Entire villages swept away in this apocalyptic deluge. It's expected the number could double or triple in the coming days. Close to $1.5 billion worth of infra damage. And this is the news you came up with? FIRE YOUR EDITOR-IN-CHIEF.

Van Gogh painted this in one of the darkest years of his life, and it might be the most hopeful thing he ever made... The painting is Almond Blossoms, made by Vincent in 1890. Branches of white blossom open against a clear blue sky, and there is nothing sad in it anywhere, which is remarkable, because of when he painted it. His brother Theo, the person who had loved and supported him his whole life, had just had a son, and named the boy Vincent, after his struggling uncle. When the news reached Van Gogh, he started painting right away. He chose almond blossom on purpose. In the south of France the almond is the first tree to flower, sometimes as early as February, breaking into blossom while winter is barely over. It is the tree that announces that life is starting again. For a new baby carrying his own name, Van Gogh painted the most beautiful symbol he knew for new life. He was, at that very moment, seriously ill. This was the period of his breakdowns in the asylum at Saint-Rémy, and not long after finishing the picture he suffered one of his worst attacks and could not paint for weeks. And yet what he made for his nephew has no shadow in it at all. He gathered whatever strength he had and poured all of it into something joyful, a gift for a child he wanted to welcome into the world. Theo and his wife hung it above the piano in their home, and it stayed one of the most treasured paintings the family owned. The baby it was painted for, Vincent Willem van Gogh, grew up, kept it safe, and went on to found the museum in Amsterdam that holds most of his uncle's work to this day. This, to me, is what makes the painting extraordinary: a man at the limits of his strength, who would be gone within months, looked at a new life just beginning and painted hope. He reached past everything that was breaking in him and made, for a baby, a picture that says the same thing the almond tree says every year: winter does not get the last word. Something is starting again…

Indian Odyssey.

Adult women don’t need your moral policing. They aren’t your daughters. Men abused you too, yet your boring asf lecture was reserved for women. Whenever women step outside your patriarchal, nationalist idea of how they should behave, you label it a “cultural crisis.”

can someone who is much older than me, has seen a lot of life etc etc please confirm that honesty and integrity do in fact produce positive outcomes in the long run? cuz I’m starting to get real cynical…….

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.

Thank you

Journalist –– What are you holding in hands? Student –– "This is achievements of Modi" Journalist –– But it is a blank paper Student 🔥😂 –– "You can't see his achievements because you didn't put andhbhakt specs" This happens when anger turns into creativity

How bad can your timing be?? 😭 This is probably the most tragic-comic video coming out of the Patna protest. Even the reporter couldn't control her laughter. 😂

Never felt more patriotic in life ever... 🫡

Did @nsitharaman just say "Due to the paper leak, the children got even more time to study so that they could perform better". …? Honestly this entire Cabinet should resign.

India needs a strong Government. Modi does not matter. I can go back & open a tea stall. But, the nation can't suffer anymore.

Ironically, Modi is the New Pappu. 😂😂😂

History teaches us dictators never resign,They're overthrown.