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  Over the past few weeks, India has witnessed one of its largest youth-led protest movements in recent years. Thousands of students have gathered on the streets, activist Sonam Wangchuk has gone on a hunger strike, the newly formed Cockroach Janta Party (CJP) has emerged as the face of the movement, opposition leaders have joined the protests, and clashes between protesters and police have dominated national headlines. This is not just about the NEET paper leak. It is about trust, accountability, opportunity and the future of millions of young Indians. Why NEET Matters The National Eligibility cum Entrance Test (NEET) is India's entrance examination for undergraduate medical courses. Every year, more than two million students compete for a limited number of medical seats. For many families, especially those from middle- and lower-income backgrounds, NEET is more than an exam—it represents hope. Parents spend years saving for coaching, students dedicate countless hours to preparati...

മരണവീടുകൾക്ക് ഒരു പ്രത്യേക നിശ്ശബ്ദതയുണ്ട്. അകത്തേക്ക് കയറുന്ന നിമിഷം തന്നെ ആ നിശ്ശബ്ദത ഓരോരുത്തരുടെയും നെഞ്ചിലേക്ക് ഇറങ്ങിച്ചെല്ലും. കരച്ചിലുകൾക്കിടയിലും മന്ത്രോച്ചാരണങ്ങൾക്കിടയിലും ആളുകളുടെ അടക്കിപ്പിടിച്ച സംസാരംക്കിടയിലും അവിടെ പറയാതെ ബാക്കി നിൽക്കുന്ന എന്തോ ഒന്നുണ്ട്. ആ നിശ്ശബ്ദതയിലേക്കാണ് രാമചന്ദ്രൻ നടന്നുകയറിയത്. രാമചന്ദ്രൻ, എൺപതിരണ്ട്  വയസുള്ള ശരീരം. പക്ഷേ നടപ്പിന് ഇന്നും പഴയ താളമുണ്ട്. വെളുത്ത മുടി, മീശ, ഒരു തോൾ സഞ്ചി.  മുറ്റത്ത് നിൽക്കുന്നവരെ കണ്ടപ്പോൾ തന്നെ എല്ലാവരോടും ചിരിച്ചുകൊണ്ട് കൈകൊടുത്തു. സാമൂഹിക പ്രവർത്തകനാണ് ആരെയും മാറ്റി നിർത്താൻ പറ്റില്ല!  "എന്താ... സുഖമാണല്ലോ?" "എടോ, നിന്നെയൊക്കെ കണ്ടിട്ട് എത്ര നാളായി!" "രാജപ്പന്റെ സഹോദരൻ്റെ മകൻ തന്നെയല്ലേ... നീ ഇപ്പൊ കാനഡയിൽ ആണെന്ന് അറിഞ്ഞിരുന്നു." ഇത്ര വലിയ ദുഃഖത്തിനിടയിലും രാമചന്ദ്രൻ എത്ര ധൈര്യത്തോടെയാണ് നിൽക്കുന്നത്, പലരുടെയും മനസ്സിൽ സഹതാപം ഇറങ്ങി ചെന്നു.  പ്രായമായാൽ കണ്ണീരും വറ്റിപ്പോകുമോ, ഇവരുടെ സൗഹൃദം അറിയാവുന്നവർ എല്ലാം രാമചന്ദ്രനെ ശ്രദ്ധിച്ച് കൊണ്ട് ഇരുന്നു. പക്ഷേ, ആരും അറിഞ്ഞില്ല... ഓരോ ചിര...

I came across a line recently — just a casual post online — and I haven't been able to shake it since. It said: "Georgekutty has become an underrated character just because he is played by Sri Mohanlal." I read it. Scrolled past. Came back. Read it again. And then I sat with it for a long time, because I think it is one of the great observations anyone has made about the Drishyam franchise. Here I am, still thinking about it. We have spent over a decade watching this man — this cable TV operator from a small village, fourth-grade dropout, devoted husband, fiercely loving father — and we have cheered for him. Every. Single. Time. We rooted for him in 2013. We stood up for him in 2021. And now, in 2026, with Drishyam 3 fresh in our hearts, we are doing it all over again. But here is the question I want to sit with today: Who exactly are we cheering for? Let me describe Georgekutty to you — not as the hero the story frames him as, but as who he actually is. He is a man with...

From LPG kitchens going dark to a defence sector surging, the US-Iran conflict has exposed just how deeply India's economy is wired into a region that is now on fire — and how thin the government's diplomatic buffer really was. The Timeline: How Fast Things Moved The crisis did not arrive slowly. It arrived the way a storm does — visible on the horizon for weeks, and then suddenly at the door. Feb 28 US-Israel launches first wave of airstrikes on Iran. The Strait of Hormuz enters a disruption phase almost immediately. Mar 2026 Saudi Aramco's Ras Tanura refinery is struck. Qatar halts LNG production after an attack on Ras Laffan. India's LPG supply chain begins fracturing. Mar 10 PM Modi calls Gulf leaders, speaks to Trump on March 24 about the West Asia situation. India publicly positions itself as seeking resolution. Mar 25 Indian Express publishes a widely-read piece comparing the war's psychological and economic disruption to the early days of Covid-19. Apr 2026 ...

The sun rays fought their way through the gap in the curtains, slicing across my eyes like a physical blow. My alarm screamed—a digital screech that seemed to vibrate inside my teeth. I swiped it off, the silence rushing back in, but the relief didn't follow. I lay there, staring at the ceiling fan cutting through the stagnant air. Which day is this? I wondered. It felt like the same day I had lived for the past six months. A gray, heavy loop. "Get up, Sruthi," I whispered to the empty room. "Just get up." I am Sruthi. On paper, I am a twenty-eight-year-old Senior Analyst at a top-tier firm. I am supposed to be in the prime of my life—ambitious, vibrant, climbing the ladder. But as I peeled the duvet off my body, I didn't feel twenty-eight. I felt ancient. I had slept eight hours. I had gone to bed at 10:00 PM like a disciplined child. Yet, as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, gravity felt twice as strong as it should be. There was no "ready to ...