experimentswithdoubts

RSS–BJP: The Machinery of Hatred, Sleeper Networks and Social Division My concern is not Hinduism, Ram, Krishna or anyone's faith. My concern is how the RSS–BJP ecosystem is injecting a particular political ideology into every corner of Indian society — movies, news, books, social media, religious gatherings, political rallies and everyday conversations. Ram Rajya is being projected everywhere. But where are justice, equality and dignity? What particularly concerns me is the possibility of a deeper, organised street-level mobilisation network (sleeping cells). I want to investigate allegations of RSS-linked groups and local cadres being mobilised through networks of intimidation, substance abuse and organised violence. Are there dormant groups that become active during communal tensions, protests or politically sensitive incidents? Who recruits them, who finances them, who supplies them and who gives the instructions? These are serious questions that demand independent investigatio...

 There was a time when I believed social media was simply a window into people's lives. The longer I spent on Instagram, the more I realized it is often a stage instead. The algorithm rewards attention, and attention is frequently captured through glamour, carefully crafted poses, polished lifestyles, and sometimes intentionally seductive expressions. After a while, the feed begins to feel less like a reflection of society and more like a reflection of what keeps people watching. My own experience has been more nuanced than that. Along the way, I met a few people through other platforms who eventually connected with me on Instagram. Some became thoughtful friends, proving that meaningful conversations can still emerge from digital spaces. At the same time, I noticed that many accounts with massive followings seemed to rely heavily on visual appeal, suggestive aesthetics, and engagement-driven content. That does not define the people behind those accounts, but it does reveal how tod...

 This august 15th will be a true independence celebration as we restore the democracy through the youths. Actually, the irony is that were kids when the hatred ideology took over the power and governance of India, and changed names of roads, removed chapters from text books, demolished madjids and temples, attacked minorities, freedom or garlanded the raoe culprits, jailed or killed the innocents, divided the nation with religions, produced 30+ propaganda movies, even pm abuses minorities, no fare elections as pm himself misconduct multiple times, not allowed to dissent, not allowed opposition to talk, bought all media and names godi media, every where saffronisations, no arrests of those swamis who threatened the minorities, caa-ncr, farmers protest, wrestlers issue, and many more. So this time, it would be a different version of independence that we all are powerful but government or cabinet are our servants.

  When students and young people stand together with purpose, even the most powerful institutions are forced to listen. Every corporation, every private organisation and every government body must remember why they exist. They are not above the people. They exist to serve the people. Public office is a responsibility, not a privilege. Corporate power is a trust, not a licence to ignore citizens. The strength of a democracy is not measured by the power of its rulers. It is measured by the courage of its people to speak, question and demand accountability. History has always shown that when the youth rise with conviction, change follows. A government that serves its people has nothing to fear. A government or institution that ignores its people has every reason to listen.

 When government not listens to the youths and students, actually whom we are enabling the nation for? Government must answer many questions. It must take the accountability of the paper leak, education issues, unemployment etc.

When Human Emotions Become a Marketplace Hari was forty two. He had a stable career, a family that depended on him, financial commitments, deadlines that never ended, and responsibilities that left little room for himself. Every morning he solved problems at work. Every evening he returned to silence. The people around him believed he had a successful life, yet inside he carried something that modern society rarely acknowledges. Loneliness. One evening he downloaded a friendship application. Someone greeted him warmly. Another listened with patience. A voice on the other end laughed at his jokes. For the first time in months, someone seemed interested in hearing him. Days passed and trust slowly grew. Then came a request for a small payment. It sounded reasonable. Later came another request, then another. A QR code arrived. A UPI payment followed. Promises of companionship slowly transformed into demands, excuses and disappearing conversations. Hari did not lose lakhs. He lost hundreds...