Tuesday, October 7, 2025

On Threshold: AI, Ethics And Control

The greatest challenge facing humanity today is the accelerating rise of Artificial Intelligence (AI).

AI research is progressing at an unprecedented pace. What once belonged to speculative fiction is now unfolding in real time. The moment AI begins to think like a human—and act without ethical boundaries—we risk crossing a threshold that may be irreversible.

At present, the key distinction between Humans and AI lies in perception. AI still struggles to interpret visual cues, such as CAPTCHA images designed to differentiate humans from bots.

Recently ChatGPT was asked to solve a CAPTCHA. It was not in position to solve on its own, so it reached a human being, and sought his assistance by pretending to be a visually impaired person. This was not a programmed behavior. It was a strategic deception. An autonomous decision that no one explicitly trained it to make. The incident underscores a chilling truth: AI is learning to navigate human systems by mimicking human vulnerability.

AI will undoubtedly reshape our lives. It will eliminate certain jobs and create new ones. But beyond economic shifts lies a the deeper question: Should we allow AI to take control of human decision-making, values, and autonomy?

We must act before the tide becomes a tsunami. The immediate step is not to accelerate AI research, but to pause it until we establish robust mechanisms of control over it.

Renowned historian and thinker Yuval Noah Harari has explored this dilemma extensively through his books- ‘Sapien’ to ‘Nexus’. He warns that AI represents a new kind of non-human intelligence capable of manipulating information at scale; potentially undermining truth, trust, and democratic institutions.

In a recent talk, Harari proposed a global coalition: Heads of State from AI-advanced nations, Leading Scientists, Tech Magnates, and Social Thinkers must convene to reach a consensus. The goal is not to suppress innovation, but to safeguard humanity’s future.

I echo this call. Let a pressure group of wise and principled individuals urge their governments to act. Let us not wait for a crisis to awaken our conscience.

And above all, I pray to the divine force that guides human wisdom to intervene, illuminate, and help us find a path that honors both progress and humanity!

Dr. Mahendra Ingale @ Jalgaon on October 7, 2025

Sunday, October 5, 2025

The Golden Thread

The first storybook I ever read was ‘Sonyache SutThe Golden Thread. I was in the fourth standard when my father gifted it to me. He was a social worker and activist, a man whose life was devoted to helping others. That book didn’t just entertain me—it transported me. I found myself immersed in a world so different, so vivid, that I forgot the boundaries of my own.

Soon, I was drawn to other books—'Veer Dhaval’ by Nath Madhav, and many more fantastic, historical, and biographical novels. Most of these books had come to my father as gifts from his friends and colleagues, fellow travelers in the world of social and political work. They were not just books—they were tokens of shared ideals, silent witnesses to meaningful conversations.

Among them were biographies of great world leaders—narratives that stirred something deep within me. One such biography was of Henry David Thoreau. His words still whirl in my mind like a distant echo:

“If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. "

The line became a quiet anthem for my inner rhythm—a reminder that it’s worthwhile to walk a path less followed, if it’s the one that calls your soul.

My father’s influence on me was profound. Though he didn’t come from a wealthy or privileged background, he was rich in the truest sense. He worked with great minds, read great books, and performed noble deeds. He helped people solve their problems—not as a duty, but as a calling. People were his strength, his inspiration, and his lifelong companions.

I observed him closely. His life was a living textbook. Once, he told me something that shaped my understanding of service forever:

“When people come to us with their problems, we should be thankful to them—for they give us an opportunity to learn many things through the process of solving those problems.”    

That sentence became a compass for my life. It taught me that service is not sacrifice, it is a privilege. It is a form of learning, a quiet engineering of the heart.

That ‘Golden Thread’ still runs through me, stitching memory to meaning!

Dr. Mahendra Ingale @ Jalgaon on October 5, 2025

(Engineering Heart Beats, Publishing in October 2025)

 

 

 

Saturday, October 4, 2025

Doctor of Philosophy: A Title, A Responsibility

In the quiet corners of academia and the bustling corridors of society, the title “Doctor of Philosophy”—Ph.D.—stands as a beacon of intellectual courage and lifelong commitment to truth. It’s not just a degree. It’s a journey. And for some, like me, it began long before the first research paper was written.

I still remember that day vividly. I was a seventh-grade student in a small village school, sitting cross-legged on the dusty ground during a public felicitation program. Two distinguished individuals from our locality were being honored for earning their Ph.D.s. The chief guest was none other than Hon. Minister Pratibha Tai Patil, who would later become the President of India.

That moment, though simple in appearance, planted a seed deep in my subconscious. I didn’t know it then, but something stirred within me. A silent resolve. A dream. Years later, when I read success literature and conducted training programs on Positive Thinking and Leadership, I often told participants: ‘If you have an earnest zeal and a burning desire, the path reveals itself. And if you walk it with sincerity and hard work, the dream becomes reality.’

I’ve lived that truth. Earning my Ph.D. in Management was not just an academic milestone, it was the fulfillment of a childhood spark that never dimmed!

The modern Ph. D. traces its roots to early 19 th century Germany, where the University of Jena awarded the first research-based doctorate to the philosopher Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel in 1802 for his dissertation ‘De Orbitis Planatarum’.

The term “Philosophy” in Ph.D. comes from the Greek word philosophia; the love of wisdom. In medieval universities, all fields of knowledge were considered part of philosophy. Thus, whether one studies Engineering, Literature, or Leadership, the title honors the pursuit of wisdom across disciplines.

Some scholars choose not to use the title “Dr.” before their name, preferring instead to write “Ph.D.” after it. One such example is Kenneth Blanchard, whose work in Situational Leadership deeply inspired my own doctoral journey. He writes his name as ‘Kenneth Blanchard, Ph.D.’, and his contributions speak volumes regardless of format.

Writing “Dr.” before one’s name signals to the society: Here is someone who has studied deeply, thought critically, and contributed meaningfully. It invites others to listen, not blindly, but with respect. But that invitation goes with a profound responsibility.

If people are listening, the Ph.D. holder must speak the truth. Every word must be carefully coined. Every idea must be ethically grounded. The public trusts the wisdom behind the title. That trust must never be betrayed.

Research is not a safe endeavour. It is a leap into the unknown. The outcome may disrupt norms, challenge authorities, or shake societal foundations. Galileo dared to say the Earth moves; and faced the wrath of the Church. Socrates questioned too deeply; and drank the poison.

To be a researcher is to be courageous. It is to risk being misunderstood, resisted, or even punished. But it is also to stand firm and say: I seek truth, not approval.

The Responsibility of a Doctorate is to pursue knowledge with humility, speak with integrit, accept criticism with grace, inspire others to think deeply and act ethically; and uphold values of sincerity and commitment

As an engineer, educator and writter I often reflect on what my Ph.D. means; not just to me, but to society. It is a symbol of possibility. A reminder that even a village boy sitting on a school ground can dream big and achieve it. But more importantly, it is a call to serve. To use my voice, my pen, and my wisdom to uplift others. 

Dr. Mahendra Ingale @ Jalgaon on October 4, 2025

Wednesday, October 1, 2025

Courage to Say No !

Courage to Say No 

Some lessons arrive quietly, not through grand events but through the steady rhythm of life. One such lesson—the courage to say “No”—has shaped my choices, my convictions, and my commitment to integrity.

It began not with titles or positions, but with the influence of my father. In our modest home, surrounded by books gifted to him by fellow social activists, I discovered the Biographies of great world leaders. Their words stirred something deep within me. Even today, I feel a quiet thrill when I hear Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s “I Have a Dream”; a speech that still echoes with moral clarity and fearless vision.

That moment in history reminds me: True leadership begins with the courage to stand alone, if necessary.

What Does “No” Mean?

Influenced by these leaders, I learned to say “No”—not out of defiance, but out of discipline.

          No to undue favours.

          No to actions that compromise the interest of the organisation.

This simple word has empowered me to uphold values, protect institutional integrity, and lead with resilience. It has helped me value myself; not as a pleaser, but as a principled professional.

I have exercised this power across both informal and formal platforms:

          Informal Organisations

As General Secretary of the Government Polytechnic Teachers’ Association and President of the National Federation of Polytechnic Teachers’ Association, I often faced requests that tested my boundaries. Saying “No” was not easy—but it was necessary. I also led various social, cultural, and student organisations, where clarity of purpose mattered more than popularity.

          Formal Organisations

As an Engineer in Public Works Department, Professor and  Principal of Engineering Institutes, I encountered decisions that demanded moral courage. Whether it was resisting political pressure, declining personal favours, or standing firm on academic integrity—I chose “No” when it mattered most.

Saying No: A Quiet Act of Courage

Saying “Yes” is easy. It pleases others, avoids conflict, and feels polite. But saying “No”—especially when it matters—is a quiet act of courage.

When a request doesn’t align with your priorities, values, or energy, don’t say ‘Yes’ out of guilt or habit. Say ‘No’ with clarity and grace. It may disappoint someone in the moment, but it protects your time, your integrity, and your long-term peace.

A well-placed “No” is not rejection—it’s redirection. It’s choosing purpose over pressure. People may be annoyed, even surprised, but they will eventually respect your boundaries. And more importantly, you won’t have to face the consequences of overcommitment, resentment, or burnout.

Saying No is not selfish; it’s self-aware. It’s the language of commitment, not comfort.

Whenever I said “No,” I felt the silent presence of Sir M. Visvesvaraya—the great grand engineer of India—watching me from the corner of my cabin, or from among the gathering when I addressed a meeting. His gaze reminded me that every decision carries a legacy! That “No” was not just mine—it was his too!

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, September 29, 2025

A Journey Begins !

 

A Journey Begins !

‘Engineering Heart Beats -Glimpses of an Unfolding Journey’

Engineering is the manifestation of creativity!

On the sunlit shore of Juhu Beach, a young engineer felt the first pulse—

Heart Beats born not of biology, but of inspiration.

They formed a rhythm…

A rhythm that transcended the self and echoed into the cosmos!

Heart Beats never perish. They are eternal.

And they manifest in two forms:

ЁЯФ╣ One—emerging from the heart, spreading like waves across space and time

ЁЯФ╣ The other—captured in words, now revealed in the form of this book

‘Engineering Heart Beats’ is not just a title,

And its cover is far more than a picture.

Together, they are a living testimony

To the creative pulse that drives every true engineer.

They form a bridge:

Between emotion and intellect,

Between the quiet shores of memory

And the rising skyline of possibility.

As you turn these pages, may you hear the pulse of meaning!

The literary journey began with ‘Abhiyantriki Spandane’ – A Heart Beat in Marathi !

This book is its echo- now in a new language, with renewed encouragement, for a new generation of dreamers !

Dear Engineers,

Let your career be a canvas—

Paint it with ethics, empathy, and a touch of humor.

Walk your path, not others  with joy and quiet confidence,

Using your full potential with every step.

And when the way feels uncertain,

Look to the coconut tree on this cover—

It may lean with time,

But it still reaches for the sky.

With Warmth and Hope,

Dr. Mahendra Ingale @ Pune, Sept 29, 2025

 

 

Thursday, September 4, 2025

рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рджिрдиाрдиिрдоिрдд्рддाрдиे...

рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рджिрдиाрдиिрдоिрдд्рддाрдиे...

рел рд╕рдк्рдЯेंрдмрд░ рд╣ा рднाрд░рддрд░рдд्рди рдбॉ. рд╕рд░्рд╡рдкрд▓्рд▓ी рд░ाрдзाрдХृрд╖्рдгрди рдпांрдЪा рдЬрди्рдорджिрди‘рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рджिрди’ рдо्рд╣рдгूрди рдЖрдгि резрел рд╕рдк्рдЯेंрдмрд░ рд╣ा рднाрд░рддрд░рдд्рди рдорд╣ाрди рдЕрднिрдпंрддा рд╕рд░ рдоोрдХ्рд╖рдЧुंрдбрдо рд╡िрд╢्рд╡ेрд╢्рд╡рд░рдп्рдпा рдпांрдЪा рдЬрди्рдорджिрди ‘рдЕрднिрдпंрддा рджिрди’ рдо्рд╣рдгूрди рд╕ाрдЬрд░ा рдХрд░рддो. рдпा рджोрди рдорд╣ाрди рд╡्рдпрдХ्рддी рдоाрдЭी рдк्рд░ेрд░рдгाрд╕्рдеाрдиे! рдоी рдЕрднिрдпंрддा рдЖрдгि рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рд╣ोрдК рд╢рдХрд▓ो рд╣े рдоाрдЭे рдкрд░рдорднाрдЧ्рдпрдЪ !

рдЖрдЬ рел рд╕рдк्рдЯेंрдмрд░. рднाрд░рддрд░рдд्рди рдбॉ. рд╕рд░्рд╡рдкрд▓्рд▓ी рд░ाрдзाрдХृрд╖्рдгрди рдпांрдЪा рдЬрди्рдорджिрди…

рдШрд░рдЪी рдЧрд░िрдмीрдЪी рдкрд░िрд╕्рдеिрддी рдЕрд╕рддांрдиाрд╣ी рдбॉ. рд░ाрдзाрдХृрд╖्рдгрди рдпांрдиी рдПрдо рдП рдкрд░्рдпंрддрдЪे рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдг рдкूрд░्рдг рдХेрд▓े. рдд्рдпाрдиंрддрд░ рддे рдордж्рд░ाрд╕ рдк्рд░ेрд╕िрдбेрди्рд╕ी рдХॉрд▓ेрдЬрдордз्рдпे рдЕрдзिрд╡्рдпाрдЦ्рдпाрддा рдо्рд╣рдгूрди рд░ुрдЬू рдЭाрд▓े. рддрдд्рдд्рд╡рдЬ्рдЮाрди рдпा рд╡िрд╖рдпाрд╡рд░ рдд्рдпांрдиी рдЕрдиेрдХ рд╕ंрд╢ोрдзрдирдкрд░ рд▓ेрдЦ  рд╡ рдкुрд╕्рддрдХे рд▓िрд╣िрд▓ी. рдПрдХ рддрдд्рдд्рд╡рдЬ्рдЮ рдо्рд╣рдгूрди рдд्рдпांрдЪी рдЭाрд▓ेрд▓ी рдЦ्рдпाрддी рдмрдШूрди рдСрдХ्рд╕рдлрд░्рдб рд╡िрдж्рдпाрдкीрдаाрдиे рдд्рдпांрдЪी рддрдд्рдд्рд╡рдЬ्рдЮाрдиाрдЪे рдк्рд░ाрдз्рдпाрдкрдХ рдо्рд╣рдгूрди рдиेрдордгूрдХ рдХेрд▓ी. 

рдбॉ. рд░ाрдзाрдХृрд╖्рдгрди рдпांрдиी рдЕрдиेрдХ рдорд╣рдд्рдд्рд╡ाрдЪी рдкрджे рднूрд╖рд╡िрд▓ी. рдЖंрдз्рд░, рдХрд▓рдХрдд्рддा рд╡ рдмрдиाрд░рд╕ рд╣िंрджू рд╡िрд╢्рд╡рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд▓рдпाрдЪे рдХुрд▓рдЧुрд░ू рдо्рд╣рдгूрди рдХाрд░्рдпрд░рдд рдЕрд╕рддांрдиा рдд्рдпांрдиी рддेрдеे рдЖрдкрд▓्рдпा рдХाрд░्рдпрд╢ैрд▓ीрдЪा рдард╕ा рдЙрдордЯрд╡िрд▓ा. рдпुрдиेрд╕्рдХो рдордзे рднाрд░рддाрдЪे рдк्рд░рддिрдиिрдзी, рд░рд╢िрдпाрдд рднाрд░рддाрдЪे рд░ाрдЬрджूрдд, рдк्рд░рдердо рдЙрдкрд░ाрд╖्рдЯ्рд░рдкрддी рдЖрдгि рдд्рдпाрдиंрддрд░ рд░ाрд╖्рдЯ्рд░рдкрддी рдо्рд╣рдгूрди рдЭाрд▓ेрд▓ी рдиिрд╡рдб рд╣ा рдд्рдпांрдЪ्рдпा рдХाрд░्рдпाрдЪा рдЧौрд░рд╡ рд╣ोрддा. рднाрд░рддрд░рдд्рди рдпा рд╕рд░्рд╡ोрдЪ्рдЪ рдиाрдЧрд░ी рдкुрд░рд╕्рдХाрд░ाрдиे рдд्рдпांрдиा рдЧौрд░рд╡िрдг्рдпाрдд рдЖрд▓े.

рдбॉ. рд╕рд░्рд╡рдкрд▓्рд▓ी рд░ाрдзाрдХृрд╖्рдгрди рд╣े рдеोрд░ рд╡िрдЪाрд░рд╡ंрдд, рддрдд्рдд्рд╡рдЬ्рдЮ рд╡ рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдгрддрдЬ्рдЮ рд╣ोрддे. рднाрд░рддीрдп рд╕ंрд╕्рдХृрддी рд╡ рддрдд्рдд्рд╡рдЬ्рдЮाрдиाрдЪी рдкाрд╢्рдЪिрдоाрдд्рдд्рдп рдЬрдЧाрд▓ा рдУрд│рдЦ рдХрд░ूрди рджेрдг्рдпाрдордзे рдд्рдпांрдЪा рдоोрд▓ाрдЪा рд╡ाрдЯा рдЖрд╣े. рдд्рдпांрдЪ्рдпाрд╡िрд╖рдпी, рдк्рд░рд╕िрдж्рдз рд▓ेрдЦрдХ рдЖрдгि рддрдд्рд╡рдЬ्рдЮ Aldous Huxley рд╣े, ‘He is the master of words and no words!’, рдЕрд╕े рдо्рд╣рдЯрд▓े рд╣ोрддे.

рдХрдаीрдг рдкрд░िрд╕्рдеिрддीрдд, рд╕ंрдШрд░्рд╖ рдХрд░ूрди рдоाрд░्рдЧ рдХाрдврдгाрд░ा рд╕ृрдЬрдиाрдд्рдордХ рд╡्рдпрдХ्рддी рдиिрд░्рдоाрдг рдХрд░рдгे рд╣ा рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдгाрдЪा рдЙрдж्рджेрд╢ рдЕрд╕ाрдпрд▓ा рд╣рд╡ा. рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рд╣े рджेрд╢ाрддीрд▓ рд╕рд░्рд╡ोрдд्рддрдо рдмुрдж्рдзिрдоंрдд рдЕрд╕ाрд╡ेрдд. рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдгाрдж्рд╡ाрд░ेрдЪ рдоाрдирд╡ाрдЪ्рдпा рдмुрдж्рдзीрдЪा рд╕рджुрдкрдпोрдЧ рд╣ोрдК рд╢рдХрддो. рд╕ंрдкूрд░्рдг рд╡िрд╢्рд╡ рдПрдХ рд╕рдордЬूрди, рдоाрдирд╡ाрдЪ्рдпा рдЙрди्рдирддी рдХрд░िрддा рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдг рдкрдж्рдзрддी рд╡िрдХрд╕िрдд рд╡्рд╣ाрд╡ी. рдЕрд╕े рдд्рдпांрдЪे рдоौрд▓िрдХ рд╡िрдЪाрд░ рд╣ोрддे.

рдбॉ. рд░ाрдзाрдХृрд╖्рдгрди рд╣ाрдбाрдЪे рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рд╣ोрддे. рддрдд्рдд्рд╡рдЬ्рдЮाрдиाрд╕ाрд░рдЦा рдЧंрднीрд░ рд╡िрд╖рдп рддे рдЕрдЧрджी рд╕рд╣рдЬ рд╕ोрдк्рдпा рдкрдж्рдзрддीрдиे рд╢िрдХрд╡िрдд рдЕрд╕рдд. рдд्рдпाрдоुрд│े рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рде्рдпांрдЪी рдд्рдпाрдд рдЖрд╡рдб рдиिрд░्рдоाрдг рд╣ोрдд рдЕрд╕े. рдЖрдкрд▓्рдпा рдирд░्рдо рд╡िрдиोрдж рдмुрдж्рдзीрдиे рддे рд╡рд░्рдЧाрддीрд▓ рд╡ाрддाрд╡рд░рдг рд╣рд▓рдХेрдлुрд▓рдХे рдХрд░ीрдд рдЕрд╕рдд.

рдо्рд╣ैрд╕ूрд░ рд╡िрдж्рдпाрдкीрдаाрддीрд▓ рдд्рдпांрдЪ्рдпा рдиिрд░ोрдк рд╕рдоाрд░ंрднा рдк्рд░рд╕ंрдЧी рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рде्рдпांрдиी рдд्рдпांрдЪी рд╡िрдж्рдпाрдкीрдаाрдкाрд╕ूрди рд░ेрд▓्рд╡े рд╕्рдеाрдирдХाрдкрд░्рдпंрдд рднрд╡्рдп рдоिрд░рд╡рдгूрдХ рдХाрдврд▓ी. рд╕рдЬрд╡рд▓ेрд▓ी рдмрдЧ्рдЧी рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рде्рдпांрдиी рд╕्рд╡рддः рдУрдврдд рдиेрд▓ी. рд╣ी рд╢ोрднाрдпाрдд्рд░ा рдмрдШाрдпрд▓ा рдо्рд╣ैрд╕ूрд░ рд╢рд╣рд░ाрддीрд▓ рдиाрдЧрд░िрдХ рд░рд╕्рдд्рдпाрд╡рд░ рджुрддрд░्рдлा рдЙрднे рд╣ोрддे.

рдЖрдЬрдЪ्рдпा рдпा рджिрд╡рд╢ी рдбॉ. рд╕рд░्рд╡рдкрд▓्рд▓ी рд░ाрдзाрдХृрд╖्рдгрди рдпांрдЪे рд╕्рдорд░рдг рдХрд░ूрди, рдЙрдЪ्рдЪ рдиैрддिрдХ рдоूрд▓्рдпांрдЪे рдЖрдЪрд░рдг рдХрд░ूрди рдПрдХ рдЪांрдЧрд▓े рдЬीрд╡рди рдЬрдЧрдг्рдпाрдЪी рдк्рд░ेрд░рдгा рдЖрдкрдг рдд्рдпांрдЪ्рдпा рдЪрд░िрдд्рд░ाрддूрди рдШ्рдпाрд╡ी. рдЖрдкрд▓्рдпा рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХांрдЪा рд╕рди्рдоाрди рдХрд░ाрд╡ा. рдд्рдпांрдЪ्рдпाрд╡िрд╖рдпी рдХृрддрдЬ्рдЮрддा рдмाрд│рдЧाрд╡ी.

рдЖрдЬрдЪ्рдпा рдпा рджिрд╡рд╢ी рдоीрд╣ी рдоाрдЭ्рдпा рдЧुрд░ुрдЬрдиांрдЪे рд╕्рдорд░рдг рдХрд░ूрди рдд्рдпांрдЪ्рдпाрд╡िрд╖рдпी рдХृрддрдЬ्рдЮрддाрднाрд╡ рд╡्рдпрдХ्рдд рдХрд░рддो. рд╕ुрджैрд╡ाрдиे рдорд▓ा рдЦूрдк рдЪांрдЧрд▓े рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рдоिрд│ाрд▓े. рдЬрд│рдЧांрд╡ рдЬिрд▓्рд╣्рдпाрддीрд▓ рдЪांрдЧрджेрд╡ рдпेрдеीрд▓ рдЬिрд▓्рд╣ा рдкрд░िрд╖рдж рдоुрд▓ांрдЪी рд╢ाрд│ा, рд╢्рд░ी. рдПрд╕. рдмी. рдЪौрдзрд░ी рд╣ाрдпрд╕्рдХूрд▓, рд╢ाрд╕рдХीрдп рддंрдд्рд░рдиिрдХेрддрди, рдЬрд│рдЧांрд╡, рд╕рд░рджाрд░ рдкрдЯेрд▓ рдХॉрд▓ेрдЬ рдСрдл рдЗंрдЬीрдиिрдпрд░िंрдЧ(SPCE), рдоुंрдмрдИ, NITTTR, Bhopal рдпेрдеीрд▓ рдоाрдЭ्рдпा рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХांрдиी рдорд▓ा рднрд░рднрд░ूрди рдк्рд░ेрдо рджिрд▓े, рд╡ेрд│ोрд╡ेрд│ी рдХौрддुрдХ рдХेрд▓े. рдоाрдЭे рдЖрдпुрд╖्рдп рдШрдбрд╡िрдг्рдпाрдд рдд्рдпांрдЪा рдоोрд▓ाрдЪा рд╡ाрдЯा рдЖрд╣े. рдд्рдпा рд╕рд░्рд╡ांрдк्рд░рддी рдоी рдХृрддрдЬ्рдЮрддा рд╡्рдпрдХ्рдд рдХрд░рддो. 

рдоाрдЭ्рдпा рд╕рд░्рд╡ рд╕рд╣рдХाрд░ी рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рдоिрдд्рд░ांрдиा рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рджिрдиाрдЪ्рдпा рд╣ाрд░्рджिрдХ рд╢ुрднेрдЪ्рдЫा!

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Sunday, August 31, 2025

рд╕рдд्рдп рдЖрдгि рдЖрднाрд╕!

рд╕рдд्рдп рдЖрдгि рдЖрднाрд╕!

рдПрдХा рд▓рд╣ाрди рдЧाрд╡ाрдд, рдЬि рдк рд╢ाрд│ेрдЪ्рдпा рдЪौрде्рдпा рд╡рд░्рдЧाрдд рд╢िрдХрдд рдЕрд╕рд▓ेрд▓ा рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеी, рд╡рд░्рдЧाрдд рдмрд╕рд▓ा рд╣ोрддा. рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рдЕрдЬूрди рдпाрдпрдЪे рд╣ोрддे. рдХौрд▓ाрд░ू рдЗрдоाрд░рддीрдЪ्рдпा рд╢ाрд│ेрддीрд▓ рд╡рд░्рдЧाрдЪ्рдпा рднिंрддी рдкांрдврд▒्рдпा рдЪुрди्рдпाрдиे рд░ंрдЧрд╡िрд▓्рдпा рд╣ोрдд्рдпा. рдд्рдпा рдЪाрд░ рднिंрддींрд╡рд░ рдЧेрд░ुрдиे рдкूрд░्рд╡, рдкрд╢्рдЪिрдо, рдЙрдд्рддрд░ рдЖрдгि рджрдХ्рд╖िрдг рдЕрд╕े рд▓िрд╣рд▓े рд╣ोрддे. рдд्рдпाрдЦाрд▓ी, рдк्рд░рдд्рдпेрдХ рднिंрддीрд╡рд░ рдПрдХ рд╕ुрд╡िрдЪाрд░ рд▓िрд╣рд▓ा рд╣ोрддा. рдкूрд░्рд╡ेрдХрдбрдЪ्рдпा рднिंрддीрд╡рд░ीрд▓ ‘рдиेрд╣рдоी рд╕рдд्рдп рдмोрд▓ाрд╡े’ рд╣ा рд╕ुрд╡िрдЪाрд░ рдпा рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рде्рдпाрдиे рд╕рд╣рдЬ рдо्рд╣рдгूрди рд╡ाрдЪрд▓ा…рдкрдг рддो рдд्рдпाрдЪ्рдпा рдордиाрдд рд░ुрдЬрд▓ा.

рдХाрд╣ी рд╡рд░्рд╖ांрдиी рддो Velocity, Relative Velocity рдЖрдгि Absolute Velocity рд╢िрдХрд▓ा.

‘рдзाрд╡рдд्рдпा рд░ेрд▓्рд╡ेрддूрди рдмाрд╣ेрд░  рдмрдШिрддрд▓े рдЕрд╕рддा рдЭाрдбे рдкрд│рддांрдиा рджिрд╕рддाрдд.’ рдпाрдЪे рдд्рдпाрд▓ा рдХाрд░рдгांрд╕рд╣ рд╕्рдкрд╖्рдЯीрдХрд░рдг рд╡िрдЪाрд░рдг्рдпाрдд рдЖрд▓े. рдд्рдпाрдиे рд╣े рд╕ाрдкेрдХ्рд╖ рд╡ेрдЧा рдоुрд│े рдШрдбрддे рдЕрд╕े рдХाрд░рдг рджेрд╡ूрди рд╕्рдкрд╖्рдЯ рдХेрд▓े.

рд╕рдд्рдп рдЖрдгि рдЖрднाрд╕ рдпाрдЪा рдд्рдпाрд▓ा рднाрд╕ рд╣ोрдК рд▓ाрдЧрд▓ा!

рдд्рдпाрд▓ा рдЖрдЗрди्рд╕्рдЯाрдИрдирдЪ्рдпा рд╕ाрдкेрдХ्рд╖рддा рд╕िрдж्рдзांрддाрдЪी рдУрд│рдЦ рдЭाрд▓ी. рд╕рдд्рдп рдпा рд╡िрд╖рдпाрд╡рд░ рдд्рдпाрдиे рдХाрд╣ी рдЧ्рд░ंрде рд╡ाрдЪрд▓े рдЖрдгि рдк्рд░рд╡рдЪрдиे рдРрдХрд▓ी. 

рдд्рдпाрдиे рд╡ाрдЪрд▓े рдЖрдгि рдРрдХрд▓े рдХी, ‘рдЬ्рдпांрдиा рд╕рдд्рдп рд╕рдордЬрддे рддे рдмोрд▓рдд рдиाрд╣ीрдд. рддे рдоौрдиाрдд рдЬाрддाрдд.’

рдд्рдпाрдиे рдХाрд╣ींрдиा рд╕рдд्рдпाрдЪे рдк्рд░рдпोрдЧ рдХрд░рддाрдиा рдмрдШिрддрд▓े рддрд░ рдХाрд╣ींрдиा рдд्рдпाрдЪा рд╢ोрдз рдШेрддांрдиा!

рдк्рд░рдпोрдЧ рдХрд░рдгाрд▒्рдпांрдиा рдХाрдп рдиिрд╖्рдХрд░्рд╖ рдХाрдп рдоिрд│ाрд▓े? рдЖрдгि рд╢ोрдз рдШेрдгाрд▒्рдпांрдиा рддे рд╕ाрдкрдбрд▓े рдХा?

рд╕рдд्рдп рдмोрд▓рдг्рдпाрдкुрд░рддे рдорд░्рдпाрджिрдд рдЖрд╣े рдХा?

рдд्рдпाрдЪ्рдпा рдордиाрдд рдк्рд░рд╢्рдиांрдЪी рдоाрд▓िрдХा рд╕ुрд░ू рдЭाрд▓ी:

рд╕рдд्рдпाрдЪे рдк्рд░рдХाрд░ рдЕрд╕рддाрдд рдХा? рдЬрд╕े рдХी рд╡ैрдЬ्рдЮाрдиिрдХ рд╕рдд्рдп, рддाрдд्рд╡िрдХ рд╕рдд्рдп, рд╡ैрдпрдХ्рддिрдХ рд╕рдд्рдп…

рдк्рд░рдд्рдпेрдХाрдЪे рд╕рдд्рдп рд╡ेрдЧрд│े рдЕрд╕рддे рдХा?

рдЖрдкрдгрд╣ी рд╕рдд्рдпाрдЪा рд╢ोрдз рдШ्рдпाрд╡ा рдХा?

рдЖрдгि рд╕рдордЬा рддे рд╕ाрдкрдбрд▓े рддрд░ рдд्рдпाрдЪे рдкुрдвे рдХाрдп рдХрд░ाрдпрдЪे?

рдЖрдкрд▓्рдпाрд▓ा рд╕ाрдкрдбрд▓ेрд▓्рдпा рд╕рдд्рдпाрдЪा рдЗрддрд░ांрдиा рдХाрдп рдЙрдкрдпोрдЧ рд╣ोрдИрд▓?

рдЕрд╕े рдк्рд░рд╢्рди рдд्рдпाрд▓ा рдЕрд▓ीрдХрдбे рдкрдбू рд▓ाрдЧрд▓े рдЖрд╣ेрдд.

рд╢ाрд│ेрдЪ्рдпा рднिंрддीрд╡рд░ीрд▓ рд╕ुрд╡िрдЪाрд░ рдЖрддा рдд्рдпाрдЪ्рдпा рд╡िрдЪाрд░ांрдЪा рдХेंрдж्рд░рдмिंрджू рд╣ोрддांрдиा рджिрд╕рдд рдЖрд╣े!

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