#agrawal

[dayaramalok]

Dr.Aashish Agrawal Nahata college Mandsaur by Dr.Dayaram Alok Via Flickr: Dr. Ashish Agarwal is the Chief Officer of Mandsaur University. The recruitment process of students in all the faculties of Nahata College is carried out by him. Kalpit Bhargava plays the role of his associate.

[hum-suffer]

I'm Yours 4

Warning: it's not too explicit but I'd rate it nsfw just to be safe. They're just kissing lol (baki you can read, it's legit no plot)

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Mayank is... something great. He's self assured, cocky and easy to get along with.

The way he slid next to Ishan and danced with him on Dil Di Nazar made Ishan want to scream with joy. The man knew the steps to the movie music video and Ishan instantly gave him brownie points.

Now, they go back and forth, dancing on Señorita as they go and Ishan laughs at the way Mayank butchers the Spanish, instead saying some very unflattering things in Hindi.

Mayank grabs his hand and spins him around, abruptly dipping him. The smile on his face shrinks and Ishan almost wants to hit the man. He controls his urge and takes a step back. He doesn't like being touched so intimately, not at all in a crowd like this. His partner doesn't seem to care much and continues to dance and another song starts to play.

Ishan only recognises the song when it's halfway done and Mayank is holding his hips loosely and dancing completely off beat. Dhan Te Nan is a fast song and this man is dancing almost way too slow for Ishan to even think decently of him. The brownie points are deducted instantly.

Mayank languishly closes his eyes and moves his body in a way that it grazes Ishan's. Ishan closes his eyes too, deciding to enjoy his time out even if it's with someone who doesn't know when to grind and when to dance.

A hand dances at his back, finger tips drawing mindless patterns.

Ishan moves in tandem with the beat as it slows down at the end of the song and slightly raises one of his foot to graze the inside of Mayank's leg.

He opens his eyes to see his reaction but before he can actually discern anything, the lights turn off and another song starts. Uff Teri Adaa starts to play, Ishan knows it because he has it by heart by now.

The club is way too dark without the lights, no windows available in the room. Ishan finds he likes the feeling. The hand from his back and hip disappears abruptly.

Ishan feels arms wrap around his waist from behind. It takes his added brain a moment to understand it but the arms don't feel the same as they did a while ago when he was dipped.

These arms are stronger and hold him in a more comfortable manner. He can break away if he so wishes.

Ishan continues to dance, marvelling at his luck to be suddenly of interest to more than one person.

He feels a forehead at his shoulder, and the arms at his waist shift, fingers splayed over his stomach. The hands are cold, he can feel them perfectly through his thin shirt. Perhaps the stranger had been holding a glass.

From the minute space between two buttons, the stranger slips a finger inside Ishan's shirt as they dance pathetically slow to the song. Ishan can't find it in himself to care about either Mayank or the song or the dance. The cold finger on his warm skin makes his muscles contract and breath hitch.

Ishan throws his head back and the stranger shifts again, nuzzling up Ishan's throat with his nose. Ishan feels teeth graze the corner of his jaw in the imitation of a bite before lips are pressed behind his ears.

"You told me I'm yours," the stranger speaks in a deep voice. Ishan is a bit disoriented from the loud music, but he thinks he's heard the voice before. It's a throaty, raspy voice. "But you're mine too, love."

The pet name brings him back to Earth.

There's only one person who calls him that.

He doesn't know what it says about him but instead of running, Ishan tilts his head further. It's the alcohol, he tells himself.

(He lies. He barely drank a sip of beer before he passed it off to Aditi because it tasted like bullshit.)

The lips shift and he feels a smile at his nape. "I don't let anyone else touch what's mine, love. Won't you be a good boy and cooperate for me?"

Warmth pools in his stomach. He stiffles a groan and sneers in the dark. "And yet, I've yet to see the one who belongs to me. Do you want to upset me, sweet boy?"

Fuck the fucking beer.

(Fuck his need to be so fucking possessive. Fuck his need to know. Fuck the warmth he's feeling in his blood right now.

Fuck him.)

He hears a groan and feels the vibrations on his skin and the way the a huff blows the hair at his nape. Ishan shivers as the finger over his torso slips out and the hand snakes up to cup his throat.

He gulps and he's sure the admirer can feel it. Ishan can feel his shiver at his back.

"Be a good boy, Ishan," he says, and Ishan almost combusts at the way his name sounds, so desired and so wanted and so so passionate. "Walk with me."

Ishan nods, his curiosity makes him a slave as the admirer slides the hand away from his throat and again wraps both his arms around Ishan's waist as he's led to a place he doesn't know.

The grip is still loose enough that Ishan can shrug him off.

He doesn't.

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The admirer stops them when they're in another room. It's dark here too, no lights.

Ishan feels himself being pushed against a wall and then his body is covered with warmth again, hidden under another's.

"Tell me to stop and I will," the admirer says, and Ishan wants to hug him. He doesn't, but just nods.

The next thing he knows, there's hands all over his body. A hand goes behind his head to shield him from the wall and other one goes back to his hip. There's lips on his brow and they trail down slowly, almost painstakingly.

Ishan whimpers, shivering with the effect the hot breath and cold hands have on him. Before he knows what he's doing, his hands are raising and he grabs the shirt that the admirer is wearing and—

Motherfucker.

It's his shirt. His blue silk shirt.

The texture is the same, the small fake diamonds forming a curve at the second last button is the same. Ishan bunches up the fabric in his hands and groans when feverish lips press at his cheeks.

"Stealing is a crime," he says, panting. The admirer chuckles.

He retorts,"If you belong to me, so does your shirt, love."

"I don't belong to you."

"Yet."

The hot kisses shift downward, to his jaw and then his throat. Ishan tenses up for a fraction of a moment when he feels his a hand on the centre of his chest where he's left the top two buttons open.

A finger trails down saliciously.

"You wore this for me, love?" The admirer says, his breath coming faster as if he's affected by their exchange as much as Ishan is. He moves his face and buries it in Ishan's throat, licking almost sweetly at the base of his throat.

Hysterically, Ishan is glad that he's forgone to use any perfume on his skin and instead opted for a light ittar on his clothes. He doesn't think tasting perfume would have been pleasant for the admirer.

He's pulled out of his thoughts when teeth graze at his throat again before he's actually bitten. Ishan can't supress the groan he feels and automatically, one of his hands flies from the shirt to his admirer's hair. His hair is soft, Ishan notes distantly as he grabs a handful— to shove back or forth, he doesn't know.

The admirer seems to take the decision for Ishan as he moves, barely an inch, and bites his skin again. Ishan feels him lick the area with the tip of his tongue.

"No one puts their hands on you, do you understand, love?" The admirer asks.

Ishan doesn't know how to answer that and the hand previously on his chest goes down to grab his shirt and pull Ishan closer. Ishan feels another bite at the corner of his jaw and keens, pulling the admirer closer by his hair.

"Do you understand, Ishan?" He asks again, voice directly in Ishan's ear before he bites his earlobe.

"Yeah," Ishan pants. "Yeah, yeah, I do. I understand."

He is rewarded handsomely for his agreement.

The free hand, the one that isn't tugging him by the shirt and making him feel things he definitely should not be feeling, slithers around his body. The admirer slips his hand in Ishan's back pocket and squeezes lightly.

Ishan gasps, digging his nails in the skin of the admirer's neck.

"Can I kiss you, love? I'll leave you alone if you say no, I promise." The admirer sounds so sincere and so sober. Ishan is drunk on the feeling of his hands on his body. He wants more. He shouldn't, he knows, this admirer could turn out to be a psychopath for all he knows, but.

But his touch is absolute sin. And Ishan has never been a saint.

"Please." Is all he whispers.

The last time Ishan kissed someone was four months ago, when they were playing truth and dare and someone dared him to kiss Aditi. It was awkward and hellish to kiss his best friend of years. Plus, she'd been eating garlic bread, so it was worse.

His admirer? He tasks like ice and something fruity. His lips move against Ishan's, slowly at first, as if he can't believe it and then he absolutely devours Ishan. The admirer groans against Ishan's mouth and Ishan slips his hand under his, Ishan's ,untucked shirt and splays a hand over the man's torso like he did with Ishan not too long ago.

The admirer slows down and Ishan breathes deeply as they pull apart. He wants more. He wants it back.

With all the strength he can manage with his limps so loose and thoughts out of sorts, Ishan flips them so the admirer is pushed against the wall where Ishan was standing. He keeps him there with a hand on his chest and he hears a pop, only to realise that the admirer actually ended up breaking a button on Ishan's shirt with his sudden shift.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks, his voice sounding rough and croaky to his ears. "Please, baby, let me. Let me please you."

The admirer whimpers and Ishan feels the nod from where his hand still lies against the man's neck.

Ishan kisses the admirer like a man starved and moves his other hand to cup his cheek. He can feel the shapely jaw and high and full cheek bones. Ishan moves his hand to cushion the admirer's head as his kiss turns more ardent and Ishan has the wildest idea to stake his claim as well.

He can feel the throbbing on his neck, jaw and throat, and knows that he will have hickeys. It's only fair that he gives repayment.

The admirer groans as Ishan bites at his jaw and his Addam's apple, panting in Ishan's ear in the way that only encourages him.

He swipes his tongue over his admirer's neck and plants a final hickey at his jawline, just an inch away from his chin.

Impossible to hide.

His.

Ishan's.

The way that the admirer whimpers makes Ishan want to do unspeakable things to him. But before it can go any further, the admirer plants a hand over Ishan's mouth. Ishan blinks owlishly even if it's of no use in the bloody dark room.

"I have to go now," his admirer says roughly and shifts. Ishan feels the impact he has had on his admirer. He feels proud for some inexplicable reason. "But we will meet again, love. And until then, no one else touches you, okay?"

Ishan wants to say something scathing and sassy but he purses his lips and nods. "Okay. Can I see your face, at least?"

"Not today, love. Someday else." And there's a hand over his eyes now.

And again, Ishan let's himself be led by a man he doesn't know.

It's only when the cold of the hands disappear from his body that he opens his eyes to see himself at the dance floor again.

Ishan doesn't see Mayank for the rest of the night.

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[eretzyisrael]

Mike LaChance

Microsoft has fired two software engineers who objected to the Israeli military using the company’s artificial intelligence products. These engineers chose the company’s 50th anniversary event to voice their protests, so it’s probably safe to assume that played a role in the decision.

🚨BREAKING: Microsoft Fires Anti-Israel Engineers Who Disrupted Anniversary Party Microsoft terminated the jobs of the employees who protested at company events Friday over the Israeli military’s use of Microsoft’s AI. Ibtihal Aboussad and Vaniya Agrawal were terminated today. pic.twitter.com/DtM8yQ3ewJ — Shelley G (@ShelleyGldschmt) April 7, 2025

From CNBC:

Microsoft terminates jobs of engineers who protested use of AI products by Israel’s military Microsoft terminated the employment of two software engineers who protested at company events Friday over the Israeli military’s use of the company’s artificial intelligence products, according to documents viewed by CNBC. Ibtihal Aboussad, a software engineer in the company’s AI division who is based in Canada, was fired Monday over “just cause, wilful misconduct, disobedience or wilful neglect of duty,” according to one of the documents. Another Microsoft software engineer, Vaniya Agrawal, had said she would resign from the company on April 11. But Microsoft terminated her role Monday, according to an internal message viewed by CNBC. The company wrote that it “has decided to make your resignation immediately effective today.” Both employees chose Microsoft’s 50th anniversary event to publicly voice their criticism.

What Microsoft had hoped would be a celebratory period has turned into a brutal few days for the company, which is being hit, along with the rest of the market, by President Donald Trump’s widespread tariffs.

More from the Associated Press:

The protests began Friday when Microsoft software engineer Ibtihal Aboussad walked up to a stage where an executive was announcing new product features and a long-term vision for Microsoft’s AI ambitions. “You claim that you care about using AI for good but Microsoft sells AI weapons to the Israeli military,” Aboussad shouted at Microsoft AI CEO Mustafa Suleyman. “Fifty-thousand people have died and Microsoft powers this genocide in our region.” The protest forced Suleyman to pause his talk, which was livestreamed from Microsoft’s campus in Redmond, Washington. Among the participants at the 50th anniversary of Microsoft’s founding were co-founder Bill Gates and former CEO Steve Ballmer.

Listen to the audience groan as Agrawal begins her protest.

This is Vaniya Agrawal, the software engineer who disrupted Microsoft's 50th anniversary celebrations at its headquarters. She attacked Satya Nadella, Steve Ballmer and Bill Gates for investing in Israel: "Shame on you all. You’re all hypocrites. 50,000 Palestinians in Gaza have… pic.twitter.com/TNgYt5uJB8 — Rakesh Krishnan Simha (@ByRakeshSimha) April 8, 2025

[lgbtqreads]

Spotlight on: 2024 Lammy Finalists for Best Anthology

Today on the site we’re shining the spotlight on the 2024 finalists for the Lambda Literary Award for Best Anthology! Anthologies are pretty near and dear to my heart, having edited five of them, and I’m thrilled to help showcase these editors, contributors, and volumes before the Lammy Awards take place on June 11th! 2 Trans 2 Furious: An Extremely Serious Journal of Transgender Street Racing…

[caesarsaladinn]

I didn't realize, until I watched some interviews from Davos, how much the foreign policy world still runs on the 18th century technology of warring pamphlets

"well, as you hopefully read in my essay in Foreign Affairs last March, in response to the Saudi foreign minister's article in The Guardian, I think we should aim for a rapprochement as laid out by the Council on Foreign Relations’s recent paper,”

[ajkorvidian]

Snippet Sunday

“What were the two of you planning to do with this anyway?” he asks Maya and Alex now, hefting the evidence bag into the air in an attempt to divert his thoughts away from that hellish meeting.   The couple exchanges an unreadable look before Maya gives a shrug that seems almost too casual. “It was my intention to scry with it,” she says cheerfully, grin widening as Shayne nearly chokes on his own tongue in surprise.  “Scry with it,” he repeats incredulously. “Are you kidding me?” “Nope,” she replies, eyes sparkling.   Shayne waits for her to elaborate, but apparently that’s as much as he’s going to get out of her on that particular subject. He decides to retreat back to more stable conversational ground. “You didn’t contaminate the evidence at all, did you?” Maya wrinkles her nose in an expression that shouldn’t be nearly as attractive as it is. “Of course not,” she replies. “We’re not amateurs.” There are several things Shayne considers saying in response, but he discards them all in favor of a very neutral, “Okay.”

Arise, Chapter 4 (AJ Korvidian)

[kandoros]

Nuts and Bolts, by Roma Agrawal

Finished the first book of the new year!

There was a list of simple machines cataloged in the Renaissance: lever, wheel & axle, pulley, inclined plane, wedge, and screw. Now, even one of my elementary lies-to-children science textbooks pointed out a problem with this list: much George Carlin's Seven Dirty Words You Can't Say On TV, there's a bit of redundancy here.

A wedge is just an inclined plane that gets shoved under something. And a screw is just a wedge that wrapped around a central shaft.

Roma Agrawal comes up with probably better and certainly more updated list here: nails (which are the alpha form of screws on the other list), the wheel, springs, lenses, magnets, and pumps. It's not quite a list of 'simple' machines, but it's a good list of basic devices that are included in most modern tech.

I'm sitting in my office right now looking around trying to think of what stuff here doesn't involve of the items on her list. Anything with electricity is right out - magnets are used to generate the stuff. But even without that, the dials on the toaster oven are a wheel, as are the bearings in the ceiling fan. The books have string in the spines holding the pages in. Some of the catalogs have those coils for spines, which while they are not compressed are still springs.

There's an old stove top coffee maker; I think that might be the only thing that doesn't include one of them.

She also points out something neat that I'd never considered before: "Don't reinvent the wheel" is possibly one of the stupidest saying ever From it's start as a pottery wheel, to being turned on its side to help move carts, to covering those wheels with an iron band so they don't break as easily, to the spokes on bicycle wheels, to car tires, to the video everyone has seen about figuring out how to make train wheels go around curves without derailments - the march of progress has been a long process of people finding ways that current wheels don't work and coming up with a new version that fit what they needed.

A pretty decent read, recommended for anyone interested in tech history.

Next up on the list: Martha Wells All Systems Red, about a Murderbot (it's name for itself, it's a security robot / maybe cyborg and it hasn't murdered anyone yet) that managed to hack itself free of the control of its owners and wants nothing more than to binge TV. Along with Travis Baldree's Bookshops and Bonedust, which I know nothing about yet except that I really liked his last book Legends & Lattes, about an adventurer that quits the life and opens up a coffeehouse, finding a family along the way.

[bookcoversonly]

Title: Nuts and Bolts | Author: Roma Agrawal | Publisher: W. W. Norton & Company (2023)

[ethiack]

Microsoft terminates jobs of engineers who protested use of AI products by Israel’s military

Ibtihal Aboussad, a software engineer in the company’s AI division who is based in Canada, was fired Monday over “just cause, wilful misconduct, disobedience or wilful neglect of duty,” according to one of the documents.

Another Microsoft software engineer, Vaniya Agrawal, had said she would resign from the company on April 11. But Microsoft terminated her role Monday, according to an internal message viewed by CNBC. The company wrote that it “has decided to make your resignation immediately effective today.”

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Omg I miss my dad sm 😭😭

THE FITS ARE SO CUTE turquoise is Jane’s color fr

[exotic-indians]

[redcarpet-streetstyle]

[eretzyisrael]

Anti-Zionist students have moved to cripple university operations at the University of Michigan and The New School in New York City, leveraging recently gained majorities in student government to freeze funding to campus groups until administrators agree to boycott Israel.

A slew of anti-Zionist candidates at the University of Michigan secured their election to Central Student Government (CSG) last semester by running as the Shut It Down (SID) party, whose platform promised to sever the university’s ties to Israel, both financial and academic, according to The Detroit News.

The paper said that “nearly two dozen” of its members, including candidates for president and vice president, won office, “effectively taking control of student government.” Since assuming power, it continued, they have shredded the budget for summer term approved by the previous administration and refused to fund student clubs during the upcoming fall semester.

“The Shut It Down movement ran on a completely transparent platform,” Alifa Chowdhury, the government’s new president told The Detroit News. “This is really to send a message to regents that you can’t just give us, student government leaders, a lump sum on money and expect us to stay silent with that. The point of student government is to make our voices heard.”

Founded in the months after Hamas’ Oct. 7 massacre across southern Israel, Shut It Down (SID) allegedly committed multiple election code infractions to amass its newfound and unprecedented power. According to The Michigan Daily, students banded together to contest their election victory, citing multiple instances in which they campaigned in proscribed areas and violated other rules regulating the use of posters and email communications. SID ultimately overcame the challenge following a controversial hearing which the student government, breaking precedent, conducted in secret.

SID announced its plans to defund student clubs in July, with its chair, Shubh Agrawal, saying in remarks quoted by the Daily, “The university of Michigan is one of those institutions [whose] $6 billion of the endowment are implicated in the genocide or occupation of people of Palestine. And the University of Michigan does not deserve to function as normal while it continues to do those things.”

The Algemeiner has asked the University of Michigan to comment on this story. According to The Detroit News, the school’s Board of Regents has vowed not to divest from or boycott Israel.

[luminouspagepublication]

Luminous Page Publication: Illuminating the Literary World

In the vast expanse of the literary universe, where countless voices seek to be heard, Luminous Page Publication has emerged as a beacon for writers and creators. Founded just a few months ago by Author Ayush Agrawal, with the invaluable support of co-founder Miss Aera, this publication house has quickly distinguished itself as a powerhouse in the world of literature and creative expression.

A Growing Family of Literary Enthusiasts

The success of Luminous Page Publication is not just a testament to the vision of its founders but also to the dedication of its rapidly expanding team. With more than 10 talented employees, the company has built a strong foundation that supports a vast network of over 100 compilers and a staggering 1000+ writers. This network, developed in a remarkably short period, speaks volumes about the trust and credibility that Luminous Page Publication has established in the literary community.

Fostering Collaboration and Creativity

At the heart of Luminous Page Publication lies a commitment to collaboration. The organization works closely with its compilers — seasoned professionals who curate anthologies and collections with precision and care. These compilers, in turn, bring together diverse voices from across the globe, creating works that resonate with readers on a profound level. The seamless integration of over a thousand writers into this process showcases the company’s ability to nurture talent and provide a platform for creative expression.

A Visionary Leadership

The driving force behind this rapid success is the leadership of Author Ayush Agrawal. Known for his insightful writings and philosophical musings, Ayush brings a unique perspective to the world of publishing. His passion for literature, coupled with his entrepreneurial spirit, has been instrumental in shaping the identity of Luminous Page Publication. Co-founder Miss Aera, with her strategic acumen and creative flair, complements Ayush’s vision, ensuring that the company not only grows but also innovates.

A Bright Future Ahead

As Luminous Page Publication continues to expand, its website, www.luminouspagepublication.in, serves as the hub for all its activities. Here, readers and writers alike can explore the latest projects, connect with the community, and discover new opportunities to collaborate. The website reflects the dynamic and inclusive nature of the company, offering a glimpse into the future of literary publishing.

In a world where the written word holds the power to inspire, challenge, and transform, Luminous Page Publication stands as a testament to what can be achieved with vision, dedication, and a commitment to nurturing talent. With a strong team, a vast network, and a clear sense of purpose, the company is poised to continue its journey of illuminating the literary world — one page at a time.

[skannar]

I love good Audiobooks on new tech.

[ajkorvidian]

Snippet Sunday

Maya pops her head up from behind the orange juice machine she’s using as cover and then immediately regrets it when she takes a head of red leaf lettuce to the face. A chorus of hysterical giggles erupts from the other side of the supermarket’s produce department, underscored by a triumphant feline yowl. “Okay,” she says, exasperated. “Right. That’s about enough of that, I think.” She sketches a sigil in the air and summons a small shield bubble right as a napa cabbage comes sailing towards her; the cabbage crashes into the magical forcefield with a sad sound that’s somewhere between a crunch and a squish, and flops to the floor. “Haruna,” she says now, “I’m going to count to ten. If you are still flinging vegetables around when I get to the end of my count, I am going to spell you into the air, dangle you upside down, and tie your tails into bowline knots. Understand?” “Don’t listen to her, Runa, she’s just bluffing,” one of Haruna’s friends hisses.  “I’m really not,” Maya assures them, and uses a spark of magic to levitate a trio of cantaloupes and set them dancing midair as if juggled by a phantom performer. “So, what’ll it be, kids?” 

Arise,  Chapter 10 (AJ Korvidian)