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<div class="itg-mosimage"><amp-img src="https://ancillary-proxy.atarimworker.dev?url=https%3A%2F%2Fakm-img-a-in.tosshub.com%2Fsites%2Fmedia2%2Findiatoday%2Fimages%2Fstories%2F1981November%2Fgrapes-1_102813091929.jpg" alt="" height="425" width="650" class="" layout="responsive"></amp-img><p>The self-inflicted irony implicit in the title of Christopher Isherwood's novel<i>Down Here On A Visit</i>is poignantly underlined for the Indian who lives abroad in voluntary-exile and makes occasional forays back to the country of his birth. Not only do his own perceptions and perspectives alter with time and experience, "native" response too acquires a unique prickliness and ambivalence which the bonafide foreigner does not have to face.<br><br>The Indian visitor tends to be treated as an alien, if not quite from outer space, then at least as someone about whom suspicions will never be totally allayed. The act of desertion is almost always condemned both in self-righteous patriotic tones as well as by sullen disapproval.<br><br>This attitude is perfectly understandable and may be the subject of a reasonably respectable intellectual debate. What baffles me however is that the moral censure, for abandoning the motherland, is frequently made by individuals who seldom conceal their admiration for the artefacts of "foreign living". If such admiration is also spiced with vehement denunciation of local conditions, as it often is, it is difficult to dispel comparisons with the fox and his sour grapes.<br><br>There is either amused indulgence or barbed hostility towards the man who has committed the cardinal sin of adopting the observer's role. Hosts are discomfited when he remains silent at social gatherings. But should he dare open his mouth and express mild surprise that yesterday's staunch opponent of the ruling party has today become its most ardent admirer, or vice versa, he is immediately rebuked for taking a "holier-than-thou" attitude.<br><br>Instances are cited from British and American political history to demonstrate that the turncoat is not an Indian monopoly. It is assumed that if you point out instances of glaring malfeasance in indigenous politics, you must have a brief to defend the purify of occidental public life. You are repeatedly asked the rhetorical question: -"Do you think there is less corruption in Britain, or America for that matter?" although the same question-master may have been vigorously castigating all Indian politicians only a quarter of an hour earlier. In such circumstances one can only reserve the right to be amused by the curious Indian creed which lays down that: "I can call my mother any name I like, but if you show her the slightest disrespect, I shall cut your throat."<br><br>If one nurses the subversive notion that such responses are infantile and derive from a chronic racial insecurity, one is best advised to keep such thoughts to oneself. For public ventilation of such inflammatory ideals would draw a lynch mob as surely as decay follows bloom and night the day.<br><b><br>Universal Chorus</b>: In Bombay, by the third week in September, there is talk of little else but l'affaire Antulay. Pundits pontificate wherever they can find an audience. Editorials in the national press come liberally garnished with their usual quota of cliches, wanton deletions of the definite article ("the") and grotesque assaults on English grammar. But there is a rare measure of unanimity about the momentous nature of the gory revelations, and a near-universal chorus for the deposition of the man who made the devastating error of being caught with his pants down.<br><br>Public prognostications too display a monotonous concord, as if no other outcome was possible. If private speculation is ever adventurous enough to toy with the idea that status quos have a fascinating habit of prevailing in this country, one doesn't recollect seeing such heretic thoughts in print at that time.<br><br>There is a refreshing innocence about leader writers and columnists, who proclaimed with dogmatic vehemence in 1977 that Indira Gandhi would never again occupy the centre of the stage in Indian politics, doubling back on their tracks and declaring with equal certitude in 1980 that no other result but the reinstallation of the Empress on the throne was ever desirable. Collective amnesia does seem to be an unique Indian trait, especially in those editorial cubicles which spawn ex cathedra pronouncements with such effortless conceit.<br><br>Far from reflecting the "diversity" with which flashy tourist brochures seek to lure the western visitor, the Indian press is endemically plagued by the disease of conformity. And one of the symptoms of this malady is to treat all contrary opinion and alternate scenarios as "childish" or "ill-informed". The attitude towards outside commentators such as myself is nearly always dismissive rather than respectfully adverserial.<br><br>This happened at the time the Emergency was imposed and then again when it was lifted. Later, a large measure of the responsibility for the failure of the Janata experiment must be laid at the door of the national press which continued (till rather late in the day) to boom in unison (with one cranky exception) that whatever else may happen, the deposed prime minister would never again return to power. It created a false sense of security among politicians who might otherwise have stuck together out of pure self-interest.</p><p><b>Bewildered</b>: Even as late as January 1979, when gigantic fissures had already appeared in the Janata edifice, and Mrs Gandhi had won her spectacular Chikmagalur victory, no national newspaper would print an article which argued a scenario where Chaudhuri Charan Singh would be responsible for bringing the lady back to the prime ministerial chair. There was no sinister conspiracy behind this refusal. <br><br>The editors genuinely believed that such speculation by an "outsider" was on the level of the political kindergarten and they responded with a sense of embarrassed dismissal rather than outright criticism. Such journalistic consensus produces a feeling of bewilderment in the visitor who marvels at the herd instinct and intellectual temerity displayed by the "great" political commentators in this country.<br><br>One feels that it is happening all over again. There is a kind of unspoken agreement across the board that there is no viable alternative to the present incumbent and that she will remain in power forever, barring any unforeseen calamity. The electorate might well have different opinions on the subject. <br><br>Similarly, the regal halo surrounding the new Gandhi entrant into politics is more the creation of a servile and sycophantic press (especially the national dailies) than the result of a royal edict issued from No 1 Safdarjung Road.<br><br>And so about l'affaire Antulay, when one ventures to speculate at the end of September that nothing much was likely to happen, one is gently ticked off for being a cynic. When one further queries as to what was so stupendous about the so-called revelations, one is either dismissed as a myopic moron or pitied by wiseacres for being a greenhorn.<br><br>As the days roll into weeks, however, and October comes sauntering to a close, the excitement, of anticipated drama and cataclysmic change of cast, simmers down to a petulant resignation. Timeless and changeless India rules again. At the time of going to press one does not claim proprietorial rights over the verdict from the crystal ball. One merely wishes to put a marker against a possible alternative plot to the one the pundits have been rehearsing.<br><br>And there are signal lessons to be learnt from l'affaire, even if the man involved in the liaison dangereux with destiny is not Monsieur Antulay himself. The pitiful propensity to seek occidental counterparts for every subcontinental event had already inducted the word "Trustgate" into Indian political vocabulary by mid-September. <br><br>But it took a cover story in this magazine to winch out Jack Anderson as a docile disciple of the redoubtable Arun Shourie. Even expressions of mild scepticism about the film star glamour with which a fellow scribe was being showered provoked accusations of disloyalty and lack of true patriotic spirit.<br><br>Alas, after reading several of those shatteringly revelatory pieces, penned by the new matinee idol of the media, one came perilously close to the condition in which that fabled child found himself when he saw the Emperor in his birthday suit. And one nagging query persists.<br><br>How was it that there was a handful of journalists in India whose word was being treated with the same sacramental veneration as that accorded to the tablets which Moses brought down from Mount Sinai? How come they all shared certain common characteristics? Every one of these individuals had excellent family connections, they had been educated abroad, even if they had not exactly radiated academic distinction. <br><br>They had been employed by one or other of those international agencies such as the UN or the IMF, where mediocrities thrive in the middle echelons. And on return to their native land, they had been instantly hailed as "experts" and smoothly inducted to positions of immediate power and influence at the top end of the journalistic ladder. <br><br>And why was it that each and every one of them wrote execrable English, studded with lazy dots, bad grammar and wanton use of "babuisms"? Could it be that the colonial ghost still stalks this country? And India needs the ventriloquist's dummy, the white man in a brown skin to act the role of Messiah?<br><br><b>Prima Donna</b>: For although it was possible to meet several editors. Cabinet ministers, erstwhile maharajahs, vice-chancellors, eminent historians, senior civil servants, and though there were two long sessions with Rajiv Gandhi, the MP for Amethi, it proved beyond the powers of this reporter to interview, or even have an informal conversation with, the would-be "Woodstein" of India. <br><br>This made one reflect, a shade unkindly perhaps, that "The Angry Crusader" is the one and only prima donna in Indian journalism, and that the true l' affaire was shrouded by Shourie. Once again, the psychotic national craving for "deification", to seek the embodiment of an idea in human form, is creating a myth which bears no connection with reality.<br><br>Experts explained that the "crusader" was working on an earth-shattering expose of the biggest "Trust" of them all, an expose which would not stop at the peripheries but point accusing fingers, with conclusive attendant evidence, to the very nerve centres of power, indeed to the two new MPs for the constituencies of Rae Bareli and Amethi.<br><br>If there is any truth in such speculation, one has two reflections to offer. First, that there must be a master mole at court, whose "deep throated" address some other enterprising journalist should endeavour to discover. Second, that readers of this journal are privileged to taste this unique hors d'oeuvre of a revelation, so that they may prepare themselves with lip-smacking anticipation for yet another course in the gourmet meal that I' express is confecting in honour of the hero of l'affaire.<br><br>But if India offers such unlimited scope for the "brilliant" investigative journalist who writes "in depth" studies of the country's manifold malaise, is there not also room for the man with the grand rhetoric, the purveyor of fantasy who puppeteers a collision between fact and fiction?<br><br>The seductive feature of Delhi gossip lies precisely in its persuasiveness. The quantum jumps from one set of premises to generically different sets of conclusions are all part of an evening's cocktail chatter. If there are mass conversions to Islam in the south, well of course there must be foreign money behind it. And since the CIA has become less than chic nowadays, and the KGB may dole out dough to party functionaries but seldom to odd-bod organisations such as the Jamait-e-Islami, "foreign" must mean Arab.<br><br><b><div class="itg-mosimage"><amp-img src="https://ancillary-proxy.atarimworker.dev?url=https%3A%2F%2Fakm-img-a-in.tosshub.com%2Fsites%2Fmedia2%2Findiatoday%2Fimages%2Fstories%2F1981November%2Fgrapes-2_102813091951.jpg" alt="" height="425" width="650" class="" layout="responsive"></amp-img></div>Lunatic Demand</b>: If one dares to ask why an Arab government, any Arab country, would wish to squander precious petrodollars in converting a few thousand in a country of 684 million, one is viewed with incredulity, as if it was an axiom which was obvious even to an infant. If one insists upon a rational explanation for such a thesis, faces are averted as if it was a lunatic demand.<br><br>But if one has not seen a ghost, it may be because ghosts don't exist. And never have done. Which of course is no reason why belief in those spectral phantoms should be packed with any less fervour in this ancient land of tantric spells. Faith after all is a leap of the mind.<br><br>As a visitor one develops a marked inclination to gripe: that it takes hours to get an airline ticket, that Indians have no sense of time, that indigenous women's libbers appear like emaciated skeletons of their western sisters, both in their language and in the platforms they espouse. <br><br>Endlessly, monotonously, and wholly ineffectually, one grumbles and complains, as if one was seeking, and perpetually failing to find, a lost El Dorado. And there is no easy answer to the verdict from Surajit Sen, an old friend from All India Radio, "But you keep coming back!"<br></p><div id="tab-link-wrapper-plugin"><div class="authors__container"><div class="authors__by"><div class="authlable">Published By: </div><div class="authdetaisl">AtMigration </div></div><div class="published__on"><div class="authlable">Published On: </div><div class="authdetaisl">Oct 28, 2013</div></div></div><div class="sendros">--- ENDS ---</div></div></div>

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<div class="itg-mosimage"><div class="itgimage"><img  title=""  class="" alt="" src="https://ancillary-proxy.atarimworker.dev?url=https%3A%2F%2Fakm-img-a-in.tosshub.com%2Fsites%2Fmedia2%2Findiatoday%2Fimages%2Fstories%2F1981November%2Fgrapes-1_102813091929.jpg" loading="lazy" /></div><p>The self-inflicted irony implicit in the title of Christopher Isherwood's novel<i>Down Here On A Visit</i>is poignantly underlined for the Indian who lives abroad in voluntary-exile and makes occasional forays back to the country of his birth. Not only do his own perceptions and perspectives alter with time and experience, "native" response too acquires a unique prickliness and ambivalence which the bonafide foreigner does not have to face.<br><br>The Indian visitor tends to be treated as an alien, if not quite from outer space, then at least as someone about whom suspicions will never be totally allayed. The act of desertion is almost always condemned both in self-righteous patriotic tones as well as by sullen disapproval.<br><br>This attitude is perfectly understandable and may be the subject of a reasonably respectable intellectual debate. What baffles me however is that the moral censure, for abandoning the motherland, is frequently made by individuals who seldom conceal their admiration for the artefacts of "foreign living". If such admiration is also spiced with vehement denunciation of local conditions, as it often is, it is difficult to dispel comparisons with the fox and his sour grapes.<br><br>There is either amused indulgence or barbed hostility towards the man who has committed the cardinal sin of adopting the observer's role. Hosts are discomfited when he remains silent at social gatherings. But should he dare open his mouth and express mild surprise that yesterday's staunch opponent of the ruling party has today become its most ardent admirer, or vice versa, he is immediately rebuked for taking a "holier-than-thou" attitude.<br><br>Instances are cited from British and American political history to demonstrate that the turncoat is not an Indian monopoly. It is assumed that if you point out instances of glaring malfeasance in indigenous politics, you must have a brief to defend the purify of occidental public life. You are repeatedly asked the rhetorical question: -"Do you think there is less corruption in Britain, or America for that matter?" although the same question-master may have been vigorously castigating all Indian politicians only a quarter of an hour earlier. In such circumstances one can only reserve the right to be amused by the curious Indian creed which lays down that: "I can call my mother any name I like, but if you show her the slightest disrespect, I shall cut your throat."<br><br>If one nurses the subversive notion that such responses are infantile and derive from a chronic racial insecurity, one is best advised to keep such thoughts to oneself. For public ventilation of such inflammatory ideals would draw a lynch mob as surely as decay follows bloom and night the day.<br><b><br>Universal Chorus</b>: In Bombay, by the third week in September, there is talk of little else but l'affaire Antulay. Pundits pontificate wherever they can find an audience. Editorials in the national press come liberally garnished with their usual quota of cliches, wanton deletions of the definite article ("the") and grotesque assaults on English grammar. But there is a rare measure of unanimity about the momentous nature of the gory revelations, and a near-universal chorus for the deposition of the man who made the devastating error of being caught with his pants down.<br><br>Public prognostications too display a monotonous concord, as if no other outcome was possible. If private speculation is ever adventurous enough to toy with the idea that status quos have a fascinating habit of prevailing in this country, one doesn't recollect seeing such heretic thoughts in print at that time.<br><br>There is a refreshing innocence about leader writers and columnists, who proclaimed with dogmatic vehemence in 1977 that Indira Gandhi would never again occupy the centre of the stage in Indian politics, doubling back on their tracks and declaring with equal certitude in 1980 that no other result but the reinstallation of the Empress on the throne was ever desirable. Collective amnesia does seem to be an unique Indian trait, especially in those editorial cubicles which spawn ex cathedra pronouncements with such effortless conceit.<br><br>Far from reflecting the "diversity" with which flashy tourist brochures seek to lure the western visitor, the Indian press is endemically plagued by the disease of conformity. And one of the symptoms of this malady is to treat all contrary opinion and alternate scenarios as "childish" or "ill-informed". The attitude towards outside commentators such as myself is nearly always dismissive rather than respectfully adverserial.<br><br>This happened at the time the Emergency was imposed and then again when it was lifted. Later, a large measure of the responsibility for the failure of the Janata experiment must be laid at the door of the national press which continued (till rather late in the day) to boom in unison (with one cranky exception) that whatever else may happen, the deposed prime minister would never again return to power. It created a false sense of security among politicians who might otherwise have stuck together out of pure self-interest.</p><p><b>Bewildered</b>: Even as late as January 1979, when gigantic fissures had already appeared in the Janata edifice, and Mrs Gandhi had won her spectacular Chikmagalur victory, no national newspaper would print an article which argued a scenario where Chaudhuri Charan Singh would be responsible for bringing the lady back to the prime ministerial chair. There was no sinister conspiracy behind this refusal. <br><br>The editors genuinely believed that such speculation by an "outsider" was on the level of the political kindergarten and they responded with a sense of embarrassed dismissal rather than outright criticism. Such journalistic consensus produces a feeling of bewilderment in the visitor who marvels at the herd instinct and intellectual temerity displayed by the "great" political commentators in this country.<br><br>One feels that it is happening all over again. There is a kind of unspoken agreement across the board that there is no viable alternative to the present incumbent and that she will remain in power forever, barring any unforeseen calamity. The electorate might well have different opinions on the subject. <br><br>Similarly, the regal halo surrounding the new Gandhi entrant into politics is more the creation of a servile and sycophantic press (especially the national dailies) than the result of a royal edict issued from No 1 Safdarjung Road.<br><br>And so about l'affaire Antulay, when one ventures to speculate at the end of September that nothing much was likely to happen, one is gently ticked off for being a cynic. When one further queries as to what was so stupendous about the so-called revelations, one is either dismissed as a myopic moron or pitied by wiseacres for being a greenhorn.<br><br>As the days roll into weeks, however, and October comes sauntering to a close, the excitement, of anticipated drama and cataclysmic change of cast, simmers down to a petulant resignation. Timeless and changeless India rules again. At the time of going to press one does not claim proprietorial rights over the verdict from the crystal ball. One merely wishes to put a marker against a possible alternative plot to the one the pundits have been rehearsing.<br><br>And there are signal lessons to be learnt from l'affaire, even if the man involved in the liaison dangereux with destiny is not Monsieur Antulay himself. The pitiful propensity to seek occidental counterparts for every subcontinental event had already inducted the word "Trustgate" into Indian political vocabulary by mid-September. <br><br>But it took a cover story in this magazine to winch out Jack Anderson as a docile disciple of the redoubtable Arun Shourie. Even expressions of mild scepticism about the film star glamour with which a fellow scribe was being showered provoked accusations of disloyalty and lack of true patriotic spirit.<br><br>Alas, after reading several of those shatteringly revelatory pieces, penned by the new matinee idol of the media, one came perilously close to the condition in which that fabled child found himself when he saw the Emperor in his birthday suit. And one nagging query persists.<br><br>How was it that there was a handful of journalists in India whose word was being treated with the same sacramental veneration as that accorded to the tablets which Moses brought down from Mount Sinai? How come they all shared certain common characteristics? Every one of these individuals had excellent family connections, they had been educated abroad, even if they had not exactly radiated academic distinction. <br><br>They had been employed by one or other of those international agencies such as the UN or the IMF, where mediocrities thrive in the middle echelons. And on return to their native land, they had been instantly hailed as "experts" and smoothly inducted to positions of immediate power and influence at the top end of the journalistic ladder. <br><br>And why was it that each and every one of them wrote execrable English, studded with lazy dots, bad grammar and wanton use of "babuisms"? Could it be that the colonial ghost still stalks this country? And India needs the ventriloquist's dummy, the white man in a brown skin to act the role of Messiah?<br><br><b>Prima Donna</b>: For although it was possible to meet several editors. Cabinet ministers, erstwhile maharajahs, vice-chancellors, eminent historians, senior civil servants, and though there were two long sessions with Rajiv Gandhi, the MP for Amethi, it proved beyond the powers of this reporter to interview, or even have an informal conversation with, the would-be "Woodstein" of India. <br><br>This made one reflect, a shade unkindly perhaps, that "The Angry Crusader" is the one and only prima donna in Indian journalism, and that the true l' affaire was shrouded by Shourie. Once again, the psychotic national craving for "deification", to seek the embodiment of an idea in human form, is creating a myth which bears no connection with reality.<br><br>Experts explained that the "crusader" was working on an earth-shattering expose of the biggest "Trust" of them all, an expose which would not stop at the peripheries but point accusing fingers, with conclusive attendant evidence, to the very nerve centres of power, indeed to the two new MPs for the constituencies of Rae Bareli and Amethi.<br><br>If there is any truth in such speculation, one has two reflections to offer. First, that there must be a master mole at court, whose "deep throated" address some other enterprising journalist should endeavour to discover. Second, that readers of this journal are privileged to taste this unique hors d'oeuvre of a revelation, so that they may prepare themselves with lip-smacking anticipation for yet another course in the gourmet meal that I' express is confecting in honour of the hero of l'affaire.<br><br>But if India offers such unlimited scope for the "brilliant" investigative journalist who writes "in depth" studies of the country's manifold malaise, is there not also room for the man with the grand rhetoric, the purveyor of fantasy who puppeteers a collision between fact and fiction?<br><br>The seductive feature of Delhi gossip lies precisely in its persuasiveness. The quantum jumps from one set of premises to generically different sets of conclusions are all part of an evening's cocktail chatter. If there are mass conversions to Islam in the south, well of course there must be foreign money behind it. And since the CIA has become less than chic nowadays, and the KGB may dole out dough to party functionaries but seldom to odd-bod organisations such as the Jamait-e-Islami, "foreign" must mean Arab.<br><br><b><div class="itg-mosimage"><div class="itgimage"><img  title=""  class="" alt="" src="https://ancillary-proxy.atarimworker.dev?url=https%3A%2F%2Fakm-img-a-in.tosshub.com%2Fsites%2Fmedia2%2Findiatoday%2Fimages%2Fstories%2F1981November%2Fgrapes-2_102813091951.jpg" loading="lazy" /></div></div>Lunatic Demand</b>: If one dares to ask why an Arab government, any Arab country, would wish to squander precious petrodollars in converting a few thousand in a country of 684 million, one is viewed with incredulity, as if it was an axiom which was obvious even to an infant. If one insists upon a rational explanation for such a thesis, faces are averted as if it was a lunatic demand.<br><br>But if one has not seen a ghost, it may be because ghosts don't exist. And never have done. Which of course is no reason why belief in those spectral phantoms should be packed with any less fervour in this ancient land of tantric spells. Faith after all is a leap of the mind.<br><br>As a visitor one develops a marked inclination to gripe: that it takes hours to get an airline ticket, that Indians have no sense of time, that indigenous women's libbers appear like emaciated skeletons of their western sisters, both in their language and in the platforms they espouse. <br><br>Endlessly, monotonously, and wholly ineffectually, one grumbles and complains, as if one was seeking, and perpetually failing to find, a lost El Dorado. And there is no easy answer to the verdict from Surajit Sen, an old friend from All India Radio, "But you keep coming back!"<br></p><div id="tab-link-wrapper-plugin"><div class="authors__container"><div class="authors__by"><div class="authlable">Published By: </div><div class="authdetaisl">AtMigration </div></div><div class="published__on"><div class="authlable">Published On: </div><div class="authdetaisl">Oct 28, 2013</div></div></div><div class="sendros">--- ENDS ---</div></div></div>

The Indian visitor tends to be treated as an alien, if not quite from outer space, then at least as someone about whom suspicions will never be totally allayed. The act of desertion is almost always condemned both in self-righteous patriotic tones as well as by sullen disapproval.

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The UK Civil Aviation Authority has asked Air India to explain a potential fuel control switch fault on a Boeing Dreamliner after a London departure. This follows safety concerns linked to last year's deadly crash and may lead to regulatory action.

Fuel control switches regulate the flow of fuel to aircraft engines and are considered critical safety components.

UK aviation watchdog presses Air India to explain Dreamliner fuel switch issue

India and the US are nearing a $3 billion deal for six P-8I aircraft, strengthening the Indian Navy’s maritime surveillance as approvals move forward and talks on price hurdles advance.

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Delhi Police Crime Branch arrested Al Falah University chairman Jawad Ahmed Siddiqui after two FIRs were filed on a UGC complaint. A court granted four days of police custody.


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Donald Trump warned Iran’s supreme leader should be very worried as US-Iran nuclear talks are set to resume on Friday in Oman amid rising tensions, military pressure and sharp disagreements over missiles and sanctions.

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The timing is key. Epstein had already served jail time in Florida and was registered as a sex offender when the email was exchanged. Yet the documents show he remained in regular contact with former partners and social acquaintances.

Eva Dublin later invited him to Thanksgiving dinner.

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Here's the drone visuals of the massive traffic jam on the Mumbai-Pune Expressway, which has hit vehicular movement for over 24 hours after a gas tanker overturned in the hilly Khandala Ghat section.

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Addressing the Lok Sabha, Union Commerce Minister Piyush Goyal said the government has successfully safeguarded sensitive sectors in US trade deal.  

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India protected agriculture, dairy interests in US trade deal: Piyush Goyal

In this Special Report, India Today’s Mir Fareed provides exclusive details on a major counter-terror operation in Jammu and Kashmir’s Udhampur. Security forces, including the Army, Jammu Kashmir Police, and CRPF, successfully eliminated two Jaish-e-Mohammed terrorists who were hiding in a natural cave within a dense forested terrain. Mir Fareed noted, ‘Finally, their luck ran out as security forces used IEDs to blow up the entrance. And with that, they were eliminated.’ One of the deceased has been identified as a top commander, Abu Mavia. The operation involved sophisticated drone surveillance and sharpshooters to pin down the terrorists who had previously evaded capture. The report highlights the evolving tactics of security agencies in tackling infiltrators using the treacherous forest reaches of Jammu. The area is currently being sanitised as per standard operating procedures following the recovery of weapons.

Mir Fareed: Two Jaish Terrorists Killed In Udhampur Cave

2 Jaish terrorists killed as security forces blow up cave in Jammu and Kashmir

This news report covers the intense political confrontation in Parliament where Leader of the Opposition Rahul Gandhi reportedly called BJP leader Ravneet Singh Bittu a 'traitor'. The incident occurred near the Makar Dwar as suspended MPs were protesting. The transcript highlights that Bittu, once a close associate of Gandhi, was heckled by Congress members following the remark. Additionally, the bulletin features a statement regarding the suspension of eight Congress MPs for the remainder of the session due to 'unruly behaviour'. Dilip Saikia, who was in the chair during the ruckus, stated that the members violated parliamentary decorum and rules. The report notes that the Congress party views those who defect to the other side through a specific 'prism', leading to the sharp exchange. The drama unfolded as Priyanka Gandhi also met with the suspended legislators to discuss the adjournment of the House.

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On this Special Report, the focus is on a tragic incident in Ghaziabad where three minor sisters, aged 12, 14, and 16, allegedly died by suicide by jumping from the ninth floor of a high-rise building. ACP Atul Kumar stated, 'Three girls jumped from the balcony of the ninth floor of flat number 907 in Bharat City and were declared dead upon arrival at the hospital.' A suicide note recovered from the scene read, 'Mummy Papa, we are sorry.' Police have seized mobile phones and gadgets for forensic examination to determine if specific gaming tasks triggered the extreme step. The incident occurred around 2:30 AM, and authorities are recording statements from family and neighbors to uncover the exact cause behind this triple suicide horror.

Atul Kumar: 3 Sisters Jump To Death In Ghaziabad

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The fox and his sour grapes

The Indian visitor tends to be treated as an alien, if not quite from outer space, then at least as someone about whom suspicions will never be totally allayed. The act of desertion is almost always condemned both in self-righteous patriotic tones as well as by sullen disapproval.

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