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India.com
an hour ago
- India.com
Meet IAS Officer, who cleared UPSC exam in 4th attempt, now in legal trouble due to..., he is..
Several IAS officers have found themselves in trouble over document verification issues. Ravi Kumar Sihag, who secured an impressive All India Rank of 18 in the 2021 UPSC exam, has now landed in a similar controversy. A native of Ganganagar, Rajasthan, IAS officer Ravi Kumar Sihag from the Madhya Pradesh cadre appears to be facing trouble. According to the Patrika News report, the Central Government has summoned the Chief Secretary of Rajasthan to investigate the EWS and income certificates of the IAS officer. At present, IAS Ravi Kumar Sihag is posted as SDO Revenue in Lakhnadon, Seoni district. It is noteworthy that the Department of Personnel and Training (DoPT), Government of India, is set to verify the certificates of 11 IAS, 2 IPS, 1 IFS, and 1 IRS officers, as reported by Patrika News. These officers belong to various states, including Rajasthan, Uttar Pradesh, Haryana, Odisha, Bihar, Madhya Pradesh, Maharashtra, and Kerala. The investigation was prompted by serious complaints of irregularities in the certificates submitted under reservation categories. The matter came to light following a detailed complaint filed on August 16, 2024, alleging that some candidates had availed reservation benefits through forged or misleading documents. Ravi succeeded in clearing the exam on his fourth try. Interestingly, even though he had passed the exam twice earlier, it was his final attempt in 2021 that secured him a remarkable rank. Ravi Kumar Sihag cracked the exam in his first attempt in 2018, securing an All India Rank of 337, and was allotted the Indian Defense Accounts Service (IDAS). However, he was not satisfied. He cleared it once again in 2019 with a slightly better rank of 317, this time being assigned to the Indian Railway Accounts Service (IRAS).
The Hindu
5 hours ago
- The Hindu
HC directs TNEB Dindigul to pay ₹10 lakh compensation to woman whose husband and son were electrocuted in Kodaikanal
The Madurai Bench of the Madras High Court has directed Tamil Nadu Electricity Board, Dindigul, to pay compensation of ₹10 lakh to a woman whose husband and son were electrocuted in 2018 in Kodaikanal, around 10 days after Cyclone Gaja. The court was hearing a petition filed in 2022 by Subulakshmi, who was a resident of Pethuparai village in Kodaikanal in Dindigul district. Her husband Ravi and their only son Raja Pandi were into farming, she said. In December 2018 at around 7 a.m., her son Raja Pandi had gone to hang his wet towel on a clothesline. The clothesline had come in contact with a live wire. He was electrocuted. On seeing this, Ravi attempted to save his son. He was also electrocuted. The petitioner said that due to Cyclone Gaja there was no electricity supply for over 10 days. Without checking whether the lines were safe and proper, the Electricity Board had restored the connection, which resulted in the death of her husband and son. The Kodaikanal police had registered a case. In 2019, she filed a petition seeking compensation from the State. The court closed the petition taking into account that ₹ 2 lakh ex-gratia amount was released in 2021. The petitioner filed the present petition seeking compensation from TNEB, Dindigul. She said that the Electricity Board was responsible for the death of her husband and son. Justice V. Lakshminarayanan observed that Tangedco had evolved a scheme for the payment of compensation to the family of electrocution victims. Under the scheme, a sum of ₹5 lakh was paid to the family. Applying the compensation scheme to the facts of the case, TNEB, Dindigul, shall pay the petitioner ₹5 lakh for the death Ravi and ₹5 lakh for the death of Raja Pandi, the court directed and closed the petition.
India Today
11 hours ago
- Lifestyle
- India Today
Back to 90s classrooms: White shoes, rasna bottles and that annoying class monitor
It was always a race against the a modest Indian home of the 90s, mornings began with the hiss of the pressure cooker, the clinking of steel tiffin boxes, and a mother calling out names while tying shoelaces, braiding hair, and packing lunches : all at once. The uniform, ironed stiff the previous evening, was laid out neatly on the bed. A bottle filled with Rasna or water was pushed into one hand, and a stainless-steel dabba, still warm, into the PT shoes, chalked to near perfection on Sunday afternoon, sat by the door like soldiers ready for parade. The scent of coconut oil still lingered in the child's hair from the weekend champi. With one last shout of "Bus aa gayi!", the child dashed out, bag bouncing, ribbon flying, shoes squeaking slightly against the dusty remember waking up early every Sunday just to paint my PT shoes white - my mom would help me get the paste just right. My son now uses branded sports shoes that don't need any of that, but sometimes I wish he understood the pride in that little weekend ritual."- Ravi, 38, MumbaiTHE SCHOOL BUS: CHATTER, CHIMES & ANTAKSHARI On the bus, window seats were prime real estate. Laughter filled the air, as did the occasional hum of Antakshari. The ride to school was more than transit - it was a warm-up lap for the day's excitement, Assembly, and white-chalked shoes. In the 90s, school life came with its own set of unspoken hacks and sacred of them was the almost meditative act of rubbing white chalk on our canvas shoes before morning assembly, a desperate attempt to dodge the wrath of the PT teacher and his stick that could spot a dusty sole from a mile away. And then there was that one student, every school had one ,who had mastered the art of faking unconsciousness during assembly under the merciless clockwork, he'd wobble, clutch his head dramatically, and collapse just enough to make it believable. Five loyal friends would immediately rally around, carrying him to the classroom like paramedics, all of them slyly escaping the thirty-minute sunbake and earning a few bonus minutes of shade and mischief. It wasn't just survival - it was an art ROOM WHISPERSAnd then there was that one student the teacher's favourite, entrusted with the holy duty of carrying notebooks and answer sheets to the staff room. While the rest of us envied his VIP status, he had access to a world we could only imagine. The staff room, that mysterious, almost mythical space, wasn't just a room full of desks and tea was where chalk dust settled over gossip about the headmistress, someone's in-laws, or last night's TV serial. For students, it was the grown-up zone, the Hogwarts-for-teachers where whispers, laughter, and secrets lived. To walk in there, even for a moment, with a pile of copies in hand, was to taste forbidden power and possibly overhear that Mrs. Sharma had had it with Class BLACKBOARD AND THAT ANNOYING MONITOR Inside the classroom, the walls were bare but the windows were wide. Desks carved with names, ink stains on fingers, gave the room its character. There were no air conditioners, just fans and open windows through which the world peeked in. The blackboard held remnants of yesterday's lesson still faintly visible beneath the fresh chalk then there was that class monitor, the one who took their job too seriously, reminding the teacher repeatedly, "Madam, we have a test today!" Sometimes dreaded, often teased, but always the unspoken ruler of the classroom order."I still remember when I was made the class monitor, not because I was responsible, but because I was the only one who didn't talk during the teacher's lecture that day. For a week, I was excited for writing names on the board, pretending to be strict, and carrying the attendance register like it was a crown jewel. But the truth is, the power lasted only until my best friend's name came up and I quietly wiped it off before the teacher returned."- Sunita, 39, KolkataadvertisementTHE TREASURED GEOMETRY BOX & INK PEN Every student had that sacred Camlin geometry box , a shiny little treasure chest at the start of the year, and a mysterious junk drawer by the end. The compass was less about geometry and more about poking holes in erasers (and sometimes arms), while the divider felt like it belonged in a weapon plastic scale rarely made it past August without a chipped corner, and somehow, the protractor was always missing when you actually needed it. But nothing marked growing up quite like the switch from pencils to ink pens , a rite of passage we wore with pride. Along with it came the telltale blue smudges on our fingers, the messy proof that we were now in the league of serious students or at least pretending to WORK: GLITTER GLUE & HAND-DRAWN BORDERSWhen project time came around, it was a family affair. Chart papers were bought in bulk. Borders were hand-drawn with sketch pens, and headings were carefully colored in block letters. Glitter glue added final flair, sometimes smudged at the last moment. There were no Canva templates, no internet references, just creativity, scissors, and fevicol stains that refused to BOOKS: THE ORIGINAL SOCIAL NETWORK Then there were the slam books and autograph diaries the original social network. They were filled with confessions, silly poems, secret crushes, and motivational quotes copied from greeting cards. "Don't forget me" was a line scribbled in every other corner, as if everyone knew this moment wouldn't last."Our slam books were sacred. We wrote in blue ink with shaky hands, sharing secrets and silly poems. My son chats on social media now, but those digital messages don't have the same charm or permanence."- Manish, 40, BangaloreFLAMES: THE OG LOVE PREDICTOR Before dating apps and Instagram stalking, there was FLAMES the OG love prediction game that every 90s kid secretly believed in. Scribbled in the back pages of notebooks or whispered during free periods, it was our version of destiny. All you needed were two names, a little counting, and a lot of hope. Would it be Friendship, Love, Affection, Marriage, Enemy, or Sister? The suspense was real, and so was the heartbreak when your crush landed in the "S" category. Because in the 90s, FLAMES wasn't just a game - it was our first taste of teenage romance, drama, and the magic of LOST TEXTURE OF CHILDHOOD Today, school is smoother, sleeker, and smarter. Bags come with wheels, notebooks are digitised, and projects are often outsourced or printed. Ink pens have made way for styluses, slam books for story highlights. Convenience has grown, but so has the distance from the simple joys of school child of today may never know the thrill of perfectly chalked shoes, the pride in a handmade project, or the excitement of filling a slam book with maybe, without realising it, they're missing the very things that made going to school feel like coming AI by Vani Gupta
Express Tribune
19 hours ago
- Entertainment
- Express Tribune
Reborn' dolls divide Brazil
Gabi Matos looks the quintessential doting mum as she changes Ravi's nappy, cooing reassuringly as he stares up at her. But this Brazilian "newborn" doesn't seem to mind having his nappy changed. In fact, he has no real emotions whatsoever. Ravi is a hyper-realistic doll with an eerie resemblance to an actual infant. Some of the so-called "reborn" dolls cry, suck dummies, pee, have nails, eyelashes and veins. But what really sets them apart from traditional dolls with waxy, smooth complexion is their puckered features and blotchy skin. Blink and you could mistake the bundle in the stroller in Rio de Janeiro for the real thing. Demand for these replica babies, which first emerged in the United States in the early 1990s, targeting adults chiefly, has rocketed in the South American country in recent years. "I always loved babies and dolls, from a very young age. When I discovered these art models I fell in love," said Ravi's 21-year-old "mum." Made with silicone or vinyl, the price tag for these bundles of joy can run to thousands of dollars. Matos, who lives in the southeastern Brazilian city of Campinas, received her first "reborn" - so-called because the first editions were traditional dolls modified by artists to look more life-like — aged nine. Her collection now runs to 22 and looking after her tiny charges is a full-time job which she enacts daily for her 1.3 million YouTube followers. But in the past few weeks, the admiring comments on her posts have become interspersed with attacks. "People say I should be admitted to a psychiatric hospital because they believe that we treat them (the dolls) as if they were real children, which is not the case," she said. "It's sad." A country divided The dolls tottered into the public debate in April when a group of collectors held a gathering in a park in Sao Paulo. Footage of the event went viral, along with a separate video of a reborn "birth," in which an influencer extracts a disheveled doll from a fluid-filled bag passing for an amniotic sac and then clamps a make-believe umbilical cord. Social media erupted with posts either condemning the would-be mothers' behaviour as deranged or dismissing it as a harmless hobby. "Let these people raise reborn babies. If they procreate, it will be much worse!" actress Luana Piovani wrote on Instagram, in a post that was viewed thousands of times. Alana Generoso, a longtime reborn baby collector, who now owns her own doll store, insists that her customers are perfectly sound of mind. "Many children come to the story, as well as adults that lead normal lives," the 46-year-old mother of real four-year-old triplets said. Alana Babys Maternity Hospital in Campinas is designed to look like an authentic maternity ward. Before handing over a doll to its new owner, employees in white coats take it from an incubator, weigh it, place it in a stroller and present the proud "parent" with a birth certificate. "Here, you're not buying an ordinary doll, you're buying a dream," Generoso argued. "Are there cases of people looking after the dolls as if they were real babies? Yes, but they're not a majority." The debate has reverberated all the way up to Congress. Some MPs are calling for "reborn" mums to receive psychological help, but others call for people who allegedly use their "babies" to jump the queue for public services to be punished. Last week, an MP made clear which camp he was in when he brought his reborn "granddaughter" to parliament. Playing with dolls is "not a sin," Manoel Isidorio, an evangelical pastor, argued. Like men with kites For psychologist Viviane Cunha collecting dolls is a hobby that is only categorized as a disorder when it causes "social, emotional or economic harm." "If for example the person skips work because 'the baby has a fever', and believes it to be true, then he or she needs professional help," she said. Cunha linked the reborn fever to a global loneliness epidemic, which the World Health Organisation has tied to social distancing during the COVID-19 pandemic. "I think the doll comes from a search for an emotional bond or connection," Cunha said. Matos argues that criticism of the dolls is sexist. "Male hobbies like video games, flying kites, playing football are normalised. No-one says that they are too old to do these things, but women cannot take care of their dolls without people thinking we are sick."
Time of India
a day ago
- General
- Time of India
Thirukkural can't be despiritualized by politics: Guv
Trichy: Governor R N Ravi laid foundation stones for new buildings at Prasanna Venkatachalapathy temple in Gunaseelam near Musiri on Friday. Addressing the gathering, he said Thirukkural cannot be despiritualized by political ideologies. Ravi laid the stones for the Rajagopuram and Prahara Mandapam to be built at Rs 22 crore. He also participated in the book release that followed, as chief guest. "Thirukkural written by the great saint of Sanatan Dharma, embodies Dharma Shastra and Niti Shastra. It is deeply infused with spiritual and temporal values. Thirukkural cannot be despiritualized under pressure by political ideologies," Ravi said. The governor said saints like Sri Ramanujacharya rejuvenated Sanathana Dharma through ages, eliminated social evils such as untouchability and discrimination against women, and reformed the society. He said religious institutions are sharing responsibilities in shaping a progressive and an inclusive society with civilizational values and traditional knowledge essential for the nation's comprehensive resurgence. The governor released two books, Gunaseela Mahatmiyam written by K R Pichumani Iyengar, and Valluvaththil Meignanam, written by Sennakarai M Subramanian.
