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Nazara Technologies just pulled off the corporate equivalent of ordering a lavish feast only to tip the waiter with pocket change—revenue soared to record highs, yet profits nosedived 35% to a measly Rs 8.84 crore. It's like winning the lottery but spending it all on fireworks that fizzle out; aggressive expansions and marketing splurges lit up the topline but incinerated the bottom line in a blaze of expense glory.[1][2][3]
In the age of pet Instagram influencers and viral dog videos, we've somehow convinced ourselves that large, powerful breeds belong on suburban streets without leashes or muzzles. One 31-year-old mother in Bengaluru just learned the brutal cost of that collective delusion—a 17-month-old's mom now faces permanent facial scars and psychological trauma because her neighbor couldn't be bothered with basic safety precautions. This wasn't a freak accident; it was negligence performing exactly as negligence does. On January 26, Shalini Dubey stepped out for a routine morning walk in HSR Layout's Teachers' Colony when her neighbor's Rottweiler—allegedly released without restraint—lunged at her, pinning her to the ground and attacking her face and neck.[1][3] The dog's owner, Amaresh Reddy, has been booked under sections of the Bharatiya Nyaya Sanhita for voluntarily causing grievous hurt and negligent conduct with respect to an animal.[2] Dubey required an eight-hour surgery and more than 80 stitches across her face, throat, and scalp, with one deep wound measuring seven centimeters dangerously close to her airway.[2][3] Beyond the physical trauma, she now struggles with severe mental shock and has begun consulting a clinical psychologist, while her biggest worry is whether her young child will recognize her due to her facial injuries.[1] Neighbors confirmed the dog had displayed aggressive behavior previously, with reports of an earlier attack on a delivery executive—yet the owner took no precautions.[1] As her husband emphasized, this tragedy underscores a fundamental principle: if pet owners cannot control large, powerful dogs, those animals should never roam freely in public spaces.[2]
It seems Wall Street has traded its AI-fueled jetpack for a slightly deflated pogo stick, with investors now squinting suspiciously at the dazzling, albeit expensive, future of artificial intelligence. One minute we're minting millionaires with every whisper of 'neural network,' the next, everyone's asking if the emperor's new algorithms actually have clothes. This isn't just market jitters; it's the inevitable morning-after haze following a party where everyone bought the most expensive champagne based purely on FOMO.
Let's be honest, blaming AI for layoffs is the corporate equivalent of 'the dog ate my homework' – only this dog writes code and occasionally generates unsettling poetry. While the allure of efficiency gains from artificial intelligence is undeniably potent, attributing every workforce reduction solely to a rise in silicon supremacy feels a tad too convenient. It's often easier to point to a futuristic, vaguely understood technology than to dissect the less glamorous realities of overhiring, economic slowdowns, or plain old strategic miscalculations. The 'AI did it' narrative provides a wonderfully modern, somewhat inevitable-sounding justification that conveniently sidesteps more uncomfortable conversations about management's past decisions or broader market conditions.
Another budget, another byte-sized promise for the backbone of the economy! 'Tech vistaar' for farmers sounds less like a revolution and more like my grandpa trying to figure out TikTok – noble intentions, potentially confusing execution, but hey, at least the drones won't ask for chai. Let's just hope this digital harvest actually sprouts better yields and not just more spreadsheets for bureaucrats, because frankly, our farmers deserve more than just an app with a fancy name.
Well, that escalated quickly! In a move that screams 'damage control with a side of dramatic flair,' French tech giant Capgemini is reportedly waving 'au revoir' to its US subsidiary. Apparently, partnering with a certain controversial US immigration agency, ICE, became less of a strategic alliance and more of a PR bonfire, especially when public sentiment decided to light the torches. One might say they've discovered that while tech may be global, public opinion on human rights is decidedly universal, and sometimes, a quick sale is just easier than facing the music.
For decades, we've treated Type 2 diabetes like a life sentence—manage it, live with it, accept it. But new evidence is throwing that narrative out the window, suggesting that remission isn't just possible; it's achievable. The whisper in medical circles is becoming a roar, and suddenly all those 'irreversible' diagnoses feel a lot less permanent. It's the kind of plot twist that makes you wonder what else we've been getting wrong.
Twenty-five years in cinema, and Gautham Vasudev Menon finally admits what we've all suspected: he's essentially a sentient playlist. Forget directors; GVM is a conductor of heartbreak, a maestro of urban cool, and the undisputed king of making you wonder if that 'perfect song' was written for *his* scene or if *his* scene was written for the song. His films aren't just watched; they're felt, a symphony of angst, longing, and very stylish protagonists, all meticulously scored to the soundtrack of our collective romantic delusions.
In the wild heart of rural Maharashtra, a leopard's dinner plans turned a playful evening into tragedy, sparking villagers to play demolition derby on the forest office—because nothing says 'justice' like smashing windows when the real predator's still prowling. It's the ultimate hot take: when bureaucracy snoozes, the mob grabs the hammers, but is torching the tree-huggers' HQ really going to collar that cat?