Unpopular opinion. Only engineering graduates should be allowed to stand for election and only other engineering graduates should be allowed to vote. Others should be disenfranchised.

Let me explain 🧵 All major social changes are due to engineers.

Internet. Google. Metaverse. Chandrayaan. Blockchain. MRI. UPI. ONDC. All are engineering paradigm shifts.

Oppenheimer is a great watch. We know Oppenheimer as the father of the A bomb but do we know the real story?

Oppenheimer begins with his wife dying at childbirth in Los Alamos. And then forwards eight yrs later to his daughter's birthday. Every year her mom left her a letter. Los Alamos. Manhattan project. Oppenheimer is best friends with Anjali, a tomboy. She beats him in basketball till he cheats.

Enter Tina. The daughter of Einstein, the greatest mind in physics. Oppenheimer has excluded him from Manhattan but falls in love with his daughter.

Bengali cuisine is worse than even Marathi cuisine.

Hilsa fish gets its taste from the sewers of Dhaka and Comilla that empty out into the Padma river.

The Bengali word for chutney is "ombol" which is also the word for acidity. The staple Bengali curry is called "chochchori" which literally means "burnt" because burning your food is an essential step in Bengali cuisine.

Maharashtra cuisine be so bad that Bombay people think a cardboard-like Portuguese bun (pao) with a potato cutlet (vada) and a fried chilli is an artisanal delicacy.

Cant blame them. Veg kolhapuri tastes like kolhapuri chappal and kothimbir vadi is like a fried Medimix bar. Maharashtra cuisine be like give me the greatest Ratnagiri Alphonso mango and i will make shrikhand (piss-flavored curd) out of it.

Those who say "proud IITian" in their bio have mostly studied textile engineering in IIT Delhi or ceramics in IIT Roorkee Cornell is an Ivy League just like BHU is an IIT

I am in Indiranagar for a very special walk. To experience where a much maligned demographic of Bangalore, the Information Technology executive, derisively called by woke Humanities types as the "techbro", spends most of his days. Here is the Cred office on 12th main 🧵 I am a Cred user. I am in fact, a millionaire in Cred coins. Not only do i pay my bills on Cred, but i also play its virtual slot machines and wholesome quizzes.

Roadies hosts Raghu Ram and Rajiv Ram were given a very tough assignment They had to go and murder DEA agent Hank Schrader in Albuqurque, New Mexico Though they were foulmouthed bullies, they had never been hitmen. Especially not in the US

Venky was a disappointed teenager. A Tamilian kid in Vadodara, he had studied his heart out for IITJEE, but could not clear it. His parents suggested he study science at the local Maharaja Sayajirao University. Reluctantly, Venky enrolled there. Once he graduated, he wanted to do his higher studies in the US. The MITs and Yales would not take him. Neither woukd the Penn States or Ohio States.

He went to the little-known Ohio University for a PhD.

Sharjah April 1998. India vs Australia. India needed 276 from 46 overs to win. But they also needed 254 to pip New Zealand on run rate and reach the tri series final. Things were looking tough for a demoralized India. Sourav Ganguly fell early - he was there just to appease Bengal's boss Jagmohan Dalmiya. Great wicketkeeper batsman Nayan Mongia and Sachin dig in, but a falso move by Mongia, and he was gone too.

It was a rainy day and a crowd had assembled near a Holy rock at the Brihadisvara temple in Thanjavur. A sceptre called Sengol was ensconsed in the rock. Any man who could pull it out would be anointed as the Rajaraja Chozhan (Chola). The crowd roared in anticipation. The two musical saints of Tamizh Nadu - Thyagaraja and Thiruvalluvar were competing with each other in singing ominous ditties to fuel the anticipation.

Many biriyani vendors were selling Ambur biriyani to the hungry families and some villagers were doing Jallikattu with bulls.

June 18, Tunbridge Wells, UK. It was a beautiful day and the birds were making keech keech sound. The ICC Cricket World Cup was on. But this match was between two minnows - Zimbabwe and Kapil Dev's India. The BBC camera crew were on strike. But nobody cared. Why should they? The real action lay in the matches involving the charismatic West Indies, the brash Aussies and the flamboyant Pakistanis. Nobody cared for India or Zimbabwe. That was to change soon.

I was driving down from Mysore to Bangalore in a Toyota Etios taxi when the driver suggested we make a pitstop at the fabled Maddur Tiffanys. This place is known for its delectable Maddur Vada - a disk-shaped lentil beignet with peanuts and curry leaves, dipped in a tangy coconut preserve the natives call "chutney".

Once I was visiting Mysore. I got off the train at the railway station and there were many autorickshaws there. I asked to go to the Mysore Palace. The man and i haggled over the price and settled at 150 rupees. I was stunned at how developed the roads of Mysore were. About 10km later, i got off at the gates of Mysore Palace. The palace was grand, but contrary to my expectations of a crumbling old structure, it was quite modern. It looked a mix of American and Indian aesthetic. I was impressed.

I was in a London pub, having a burger and Guinness stout. At the next table, the waiter was being a racist to an Indian family.

"TUM BLOODY INDIANS HAMAARI JOOTI CHATEGA. DOOGNA LAGAAN TUMHARE LIYE!" he screamed as they ordered veg dishes and lime soda only. The racist and rude waiter was a direct descendent of Lord Dalhousie who had ravaged India very badly. He was poor now but had delusions if grandeur whenever he saw Indians.

I was in the Plaza Premium lounge in Bangalore airport. I had entered there as my HDFC credit card gave me access at only 2 rupees. I saw a brash young man named Akshat loudly shouting at the lounge guy because his Singaporean Amex was declined. Behind him was a simple elderly lady in a humble cotton saree. She spoke to him kindly. "My son, I am tired and hungry before my flight. May I go ahead and swipe my card? I can get you in also."

"SHUT UP YOUR MOUTH OLD LADY! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY INFOSYS SHARES I HAVE?"

Once Sadhguru was setting the roads of Tamil Nadu on fire, by zooming in his Ducati on Hosur Road en route to Bangalore. He was coming to meet fellow godman Sri Sri in his ashram to discuss how to save rivers. Unfortunately he got stuck at a huge traffic jam near Silk Board Junction in Bangalore. Sadhguru panicked because his Ducati would not cross the jam. Neither would his accompanying devotee's Hayabusa, or his personal assistant's Royal Enfield.

I was in an SBI queue to update my passbook. There was a simple elderly lady in front of me, waiting to do the same.

Her phone rang - it was the familiar Xiaomi default ringtone. But when she answered the call, I saw it was the latest iPhone. Guess who she was... When it was her turn, the person at the counter put a closed sign and announced that it was their lunch break. The lady seemed tired but did not say anything. She politely asked when they would reopen. I saw her go outside to the local Mangalore store to buy kokum and puri unde

I was in a 2nd class train from Bangalore to Hubli. An elderly lady asked if she could share my seat as she didnt get a reservation. I agreed. She was very simple and i bought her snacks and coffee.

In Hubli, a Mercedes S class had come to pick her up. She was Sudha Murty. Though it was a Mercedes, it had been modified by ace car designer Dilip Chhabria to look like a Swift Dzire. He had modified the dicky and front grille, and even removed the Mercedes logo for a Suzuki logo. This was because she did not want to show off in Hubli, a tier 2 town.

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Once my friend was traveling by BMTC bus to Electronic City, for an Infosys job interview. He noticed an elderly woman in a simple cotton saree struggle to find cash to pay the conductor. Being of kind heart, he paid her fare. Both got off at Infosys HQ and the guards all stood and saluted. My friend was surprised but he walked in. He saw the lady following him in. Thought she was in the clerical or maintenance staff.

You know the perks of living in Bangalore? The celebs are all very simple and approachable unlike in Mumbai 🧵 I was a the Times Litfest in Jaymahal Palace once. Sudha Murty was interviewing Chetan Bhagat. After I walked out, Nandan Nilekani, who was walking in, suddenly waved out to me and asked me to click a photo of him and a fan (on the fan's phone) and thanked me