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Waqf property under the Dawood Bhai Moosa Bhai Jariwala Charity Trust (WB No. 382 and MSBW/MUM/117/2009). The property, located at Mazgaon with (Survey No. 110, Mazgaon Division)  Waqf board issued notice  Under section waqf act 1995 section 51(A)

 Waqf mai registered ALL INDIA KHILAFET COMMITTEE KHILAFET HOUSE, LOVE LANE, MUMBAI27 MSBW/MUM/597/2025

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 "Did You Know? Nagpur’s Hidden Gem: The 110-Year Legacy of the Nag Panchami Mela" I am proud to be the third generation in my family to witness and cherish this remarkable mela, a tradition that has withstood the passage of time for over 110 years. Long before the CA Road was laid and the Chandralok building rose into the skyline, this mela was already a part of our city's living heritage—and to this day, it continues to be celebrated with the same spirit. What makes this mela truly unique is that it is held only once a year, exclusively on the auspicious occasion of Nag Panchami. Each year, as I walk through its vibrant lanes, I am overwhelmed with nostalgia. So many of my childhood memories are interwoven with this event—from the thrill of rides to the joy of saving every rupee just to buy toys and play games. Through conversations with elders in the community, I’ve come to learn that what we see today is but a glimpse of what this mela once was at its peak. In earlier...

 Padhai ki taaki tax bhar sake! It is said, India's power is because of its youth. Is it ? The learned rich are outside India and the others don't have the courage to voice, but I salute their courage to pay 30% income tax from their hard earned income and yet have the courage to enjoy road full of pothole, no medical benefits etc etc and yet have the courage to go to a thela to have a sutta or paani Puri. Who apparently earns more than them and pays 0 taxes. I am convinced youth of India is truly the country's real power. PS - not looking down on any work or anyone, everyone is working hard.

 26th July 2005, when mumbai stopped for everyone. I was 6 years old on July 26, 2005 the day Mumbai came to a standstill. The rains were relentless. Our school ran from 12–6 PM, but halfway through, they announced classes were canceled because of the flooding. My mom came to pick me up, and we started walking home because the water was too high for vehicles to move. What I remember vividly: • Water up to my chest. • Buses, cars, and rickshaws stranded like abandoned toys. • People walking in the middle of the street to avoid potholes. • Gusty winds, loud thunder, and the eerie quiet between lightning cracks. Then it happened. I tripped over something and fell into an open gutter. I was small, terrified and so close to being swept in. The only thing that saved me was that the gutter was overflowing, so I didn’t completely sink. Before I could even process what was happening, two men rushed toward me. • One picked me up and put me on his shoulders. • The othe...