🖋️ From The Desk of Abhijeet Rane
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- Oct 15
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🖋️ From The Desk of Abhijeet Rane
The Apology Loop: Sardesai’s Sting Comes Full Circle ! Rajdeep Sardesai’s latest public apology—posted on Instagram on 13 October 2025—is déjà vu with a moral twist. Fourteen years after a televised sting on IBN7 falsely accused BJP leader Ajit Singh Tokas of demanding bribes for illegal construction in Munirka, Sardesai has finally admitted: there was no evidence. The damage, however, was done long ago.This isn’t his first mea culpa, nor likely the last. But what makes this one sting harder is its timing—years of litigation, reputational harm, and editorial silence later. Sardesai now claims “moral responsibility,” distancing himself from the Cobrapost-produced segment while acknowledging the pain caused.In an age where misinformation spreads faster than correction, such apologies feel like postscript footnotes to headlines that never die. Journalism demands courage—but also accountability. And sometimes, that means saying sorry. Again. Truth delayed is justice diluted.
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🖋️ From The Desk of Abhijeet Rane
Station Naming and the Politics of Relevance ! When Congress insists that Worli be stamped with Nehru’s name, one wonders—are they naming stations or nursing nostalgia? The claim that Worli is “known” by Nehru’s legacy is as misplaced as a metro map drawn in 1950. Urban memory doesn’t bend to party lines; it bends to lived reality. Meanwhile, the suggestion that Haji Ali now echoes Uddhav Thackeray’s name carries more resonance. Political imprint isn’t declared—it’s absorbed. If the “Ubatha” faction demands a metro station near Haji Ali be named after Uddhav, it’s not just branding—it’s a reflection of contemporary recall. Naming public infrastructure isn’t about reverence. It’s about relevance. And if Congress wants to play the legacy game, they’d do well to remember: commuters don’t vote with history—they vote with footfall. Let the stations speak for the city, not just the slogans.
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🖋️ From The Desk of Abhijeet Rane
The Billion-Dollar Backfire ! When Tatya Trump bellows about Indian firms investing in America to create jobs for locals, Google responds with a $15 billion investment—not in Texas, but in Visakhapatnam. India’s largest AI hub is now underway, promising thousands of jobs, a gigawatt-scale data centre, and a digital leap for Andhra Pradesh. So who’s the real Tatya here—Trump or Pawar? Because the script feels reversed. The “Make in India” dream just got a Silicon Valley stamp, while the “Invest in America” plea got politely ignored. It’s almost poetic: the louder the demand, the sharper the contradiction. And the irony? The same global tech giants that once chased tax breaks in the West now chase talent and infrastructure in the East. Maybe the real AI isn’t artificial intelligence—it’s asynchronous irony.
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🖋️ From The Desk of Abhijeet Rane
Bitter Medicine, Broken Trust! When a cough syrup kills 22 children, it’s not a pharmaceutical error—it’s a moral collapse. Coldrif Cough Syrup, manufactured by Sresan Pharmaceuticals, has become a symbol of regulatory negligence and corporate apathy. Tamil Nadu’s decisive move to revoke the company’s license is not just administrative—it’s a reckoning. But let’s not mistake action for absolution. How did this syrup pass quality checks? Where were the safeguards? The deaths span multiple cities, yet the silence from central regulators remains deafening. Accountability must travel beyond the factory gates—into the corridors of oversight. This isn’t just about one company. It’s about a system that allowed poison to masquerade as medicine. Until we treat public health with the seriousness it demands, every bottle risks becoming a eulogy.Justice must be swift, but reform must be systemic.
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🖋️ From The Desk of Abhijeet Rane
Status Quo and the Bulldozer State! When a WhatsApp status—“I love Mahadev”—becomes the spark for communal violence, we must ask: what are we really worshipping? In Bahiyal, Gujarat, the Navratri season saw not celebration but arson, targeted attacks, and a garba pandal reduced to collateral. The state’s response? Bulldozers. 186 illegal structures razed, 300 police deployed, and a narrative of retribution cemented in concrete dust.But beneath the rubble lies a deeper fracture. When digital declarations ignite physical destruction, and identity becomes ammunition, governance risks becoming spectacle. Bulldozers may flatten buildings, but they cannot level prejudice. Nor can they substitute for justice, dialogue, or accountability.This isn’t just about WhatsApp or Mahadev. It’s about how fragile coexistence becomes when provocation meets polarization—and how swiftly the state trades nuance for noise.
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