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India Today
6 days ago
- India Today
13 injured after drunk man rams car into group of civil service aspirants in Pune
A 27-year-old man, allegedly under the influence of alcohol, rammed his car into a group of civil service aspirants in Pune, injuring 13 of them, police said. Of the 13 injured, three are reported to be in critical Mule drove his car into a group of Maharashtra Public Services Commission (MPSC) aspirants near a tea stall in Sadashiv Peth late on Friday incident occurred shortly after Mule's birthday celebrations. A medical examination confirmed he had consumed alcohol at the time of the crash. Police sources said Mule was driving recklessly and did not possess a valid driving licence. He lost control of the car and hit the present at the scene said some people were dragged by the car, resulting in severe of the injured were taken to Sancheti Hospital, while one student was admitted to Mangeshkar Hospital. The accident left some of the students with fractured legs. Deputy Commissioner of Police (Crime) Nikhil Pingle confirmed that Mule had been detained.'We are taking this matter very seriously. Appropriate legal action will be initiated under the provisions of the Motor Vehicles Act and relevant sections of the IPC,' Pingle InTrending Reel IN THIS STORY#Maharashtra#Pune
Time of India
24-05-2025
- Business
- Time of India
Nagpur, Amravati info offices among state's best
Nagpur: The Directorate General of Information and Public Relations' regional offices in Nagpur and Amravati emerged among the top performers in the Maharashtra govt's 100-day administrative reform initiative. In a state-level competition involving 40 divisional and 42 district offices across various revenue departments, the Nagpur office secured third position, while Amravati was placed second. The Chhatrapati Sambhajinagar division clinched the top rank. Offices were evaluated on 10 key parameters, including website upgrades, infrastructure improvements, grievance redressal, hygiene, use of artificial intelligence, ease of doing business, and technological adoption. Under the leadership of director (Information) Ganesh Mule, the Nagpur-Amravati regional information offices made significant strides in all evaluated areas. "This recognition reflects the commitment of our team towards transparent and citizen-friendly governance," Mule said. Chief minister Devendra Fadnavis congratulated all participating offices for their "exceptional efforts" and encouraged them to sustain their momentum in future governance benchmarks. Principal secretary and director general of Information and Public Relations, Brijesh Singh, also commended the dedicated work of all regional office heads and teams. Key contributors from the Nagpur office included assistant director Pallavi Dharav and information officers Ritesh Bhuyar, Gajanan Bawane, Komal Banaith, Dilip Jadhav, and others, whose coordinated efforts were instrumental in securing the honour. Get the latest lifestyle updates on Times of India, along with Brother's Day wishes , messages and quotes !
Yahoo
23-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Yahoo
Gov't Mule and Ruthie Foster among headliners for Peoria Blues & Heritage Music Festival
PEORIA, Ill. (WMBD) — This year's Peoria Blues & Heritage Music Festival will feature southern rock, electric blues and a Grammy Award winner. This year's festival, the 35th annual, will be on Aug. 29 and 30 on Peoria's Riverfront. A longtime staple in the region's music scene, the Blues & Heritage Music Festival will feature blues, roots, southern rock, Americana, and soul music. This year's milestone event will be headlined by a powerhouse lineup including Gov't Mule, Grammy-award winning singer Ruthie Foster, ZZ Ward, Tommy Castro & The Painkillers, and Ana Popovic. More artists will be announced later, the festival said in a news release. Tickets are on sale for single and two-day passes. There are also VIP options as well. Copyright 2025 Nexstar Media, Inc. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.
Scroll.in
13-05-2025
- Scroll.in
Fiction: Payal agrees to marry an Ukrainian mafia boss's son after escaping an attempt on her life
Payal had never been the one to tell lies. It wasn't right. But doing the right thing was what got her into this mess in the first place. To come up with a lie… no, a whole assortment of lies for every possible line of inquiry – that too to convince a hardened criminal to marry her – was a tall order indeed. The irony of the whole situation would have reduced her to bellyaching fits of laughter if it didn't scare the living shit out of her. Growing up, she'd always believed being born American, having liberal desi parents, a top-notch education and a lucrative career would save her from the antiquated tradition of arranged marriage. Never in twenty-nine years did she imagine she'd wholeheartedly agree to a match brokered by her father. Not that there was anything remotely 'traditional' about this match. No one – not the family elders, not even her own mother – approved of it. The family she was marrying into didn't have the right ancestry, or observe the right religion. Hell, they didn't even live on the right side of the law. They were bratva. Ukrainian mafia, to be exact. Suffice to say, the condensation coating her Mediterranean Mule's copper mug wasn't the only reason her hands were clammy. Eyes trained on the bar's entrance, Payal's heart jumped every time someone entered. She'd chosen a table at the back of the dimly lit establishment to give herself a tiny window of time to compose herself when her intended arrived. The last thing she wanted was for a mountainous, prominent-veined gangster man walking up behind her and taking her by complete surprise. It was only once she'd drained half her Mule when she realised that her choice of table had left her no place to run in case of an ambush. Her breathing shallowed. A violent pounding in her ears drowned out the hushed chatter of the other patrons. She hunched over the table, struggling against an overwhelming urge to curl up into a ball. Wincing at how the fabric of her top scraped the coarse skin of her abdomen, her eyes darted around the bar for another table – one that could alert her of her future husband's approach, and also allow her a clean escape. You're being paranoid. She was. She knew she was. But thinking the thought didn't make it any easier to calm down. She kept looking. The other tables with a decent vantage of the entrance were taken. That was good, though. In a way. Even though it was early in the evening, there were still enough people at the bar and individual tables – enough eyewitnesses – to convince her she wouldn't be harmed. Besides, her family's chauffeur Nasir was on speed dial and parked a block away if she needed rescuing. This was what her life had been reduced to. Payal Lohani, once a tough, go-getter New Yorker, was now too afraid to step out of her parents' Scarsdale home and use public transport on her own. A year and a half. She'd had enough of this bullshit. If a deal with the devil was what it took to buy her old life, her freedom and her safety back, then so be it. She had to put on a brave face. She could not chicken out of this. Emptying her mug, shaking off her inhibitions along with the buzz from the vodka, she sat up straight, steadied her breath and resumed watching the door intently. She had no idea what to expect. Oleksiy Karmazin was not on any social media. The websites for his fitness centre and security firm didn't have any photos of him either. The fact that he owned and ran an establishment called Channel Fitness gave her a few ideas though. She imagined Ivan Drago from Rocky 4, all blond and muscly; wearing a permanent scowl. Or maybe he resembled a Bond villain from the nineties, his head shaved, a crimson gash across a clouded eye the only colour on his sickly pale face. Payal had never seen the appeal of the proverbial bad boy. She was too smart to harbour any fantasies about 'fixing' a man. Rage, violence, abandonment, mommy issues – that stuff was for therapists, not girlfriends. And she most definitely did not have the time or patience to be near men who lived dangerously. Her past boyfriends had all been of the boy-next-door variety. Fresh-faced, suitably polite, charming, highly educated, career-minded, with a liking for cable-knit sweaters. Not far off, in fact, from the tall, dark-haired man who had just strode in and ordered a Brooklyn Lager at the bar, mused Payal. On second thought, none of her exes had ever been this handsome. Dressed casually in a long-sleeved Henley, the sleeves rolled up to show off a large watch strapped to a correspondingly large wrist, he perched himself on the edge of a bar stool as though he had no intention of getting comfortable and took a tentative sip of his beer. His features seemed chiseled with the utmost care: high at the cheekbones, straight up the nose's bridge, jaw perfectly squared and proportioned so it didn't splay out past his cheeks. His beard, neatly trimmed, somehow made his features appear more angular and blunted at the same time. Despite his height and athletic frame, his easy-going demeanour, which Payal thought bordered on boyish sweetness, put the bartender in a chatty mood. How cruel the universe was, dangling this prime specimen in front of her when her fate was as good as sealed to a demon from the underworld. A year and a half ago, she would've kept looking at him till their gazes met. Maybe bought him a drink as an invitation to her table. She might have even been brazen enough to walk up to the bar and take the seat next to him. But that was a lifetime ago. She was getting distracted. Oleksiy Karmazin. He was the only item on her agenda tonight. Tearing her gaze off the handsome man, she rested her chin on her knuckles and projected all her focus onto the entrance, willing the gangster to arrive faster so she could get this over with.
