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Time of India
2 days ago
- Sport
- Time of India
Kanpur schools triumph in basketball
Kanpur: The Chintels school, Ratanlal Nagar and The Chintels school, Kalyanpur won boys and girls titles respectively in sixth junior district basketball championship concluded here at The Jain International school, Mainawati road on Friday. The boys final was well contested and Chintels school drubbed the challenge of CSJM University by just one point. The final score was 37-36. Sarthak scored 15 points for winners and Yuvraj Viman scored 19 points for university team. Dr VSEC Shyam Nagar outplayed Bishop Westcott school by 33–25 and bagged third place. The Chintels school, Kalyanpur in girls final humbled CHS Gurukulam by 13-11. Army Public school got third place. Earlier in the boys semi finals CSJM University drubbed VSEC Shyam nagar by 43-41 and The chintels school Ratanlal Nagar humbled Bishop Westcott School by 36-13. Get the latest lifestyle updates on Times of India, along with Eid wishes , messages , and quotes !
Hindustan Times
3 days ago
- Hindustan Times
Pune police invoke MCOCA against Akash Thorat gang
The city police have invoked the Maharashtra Control of Organised Crime Act (MCOCA) against the notorious Akash Thorat gang, which had been spreading terror in Ambegaon and was recently involved in the murder of youth due to previous enmity. The action was taken under the direction of additional commissioner of police (Addl CP) Rajesh Bansode. The accused booked under MCOCA include gang leader Akash Bharat Thorat, 32, of Atal Chawl, Ambegaon Khurd; Ajit Ankush Dhanawade, 24; Aditya Jalindar Shinde, 18; Rohit Balasaheb Kachare, 21; and Vishal alias Godya Deepak Ganechari, 21. Yash Khandu Kamble, 23, of Katraj had lodged a complaint at the Ambegaon Police Station regarding a fatal gang attack. According to the police, brothers Aditya Kakade and Sahil Kakade had assaulted Shinde over a dispute during the latter's visited to the pan shop run by the brothers. Later, associates of Thorat stopped Kamble and Sarthak alias Om Nitin Pandit, friends of the Kakades, on bike and attacked the duo with weapons. Sarthak succumbed to his injuries and the police filed a case. According to the police, since 2015, over 10 serious criminal cases have been registered against Thorat and his associates at various police stations. In light of his increased criminal activities, senior inspector Sharad Zine submitted a proposal through deputy commissioner of police (DCP) Smartana Patil to Bansode to initiate action under the MCOCA.
Hindustan Times
17-05-2025
- General
- Hindustan Times
Bagugoshe (Pears): Read Swadesh Deepak's story, in translation
All she needed was a dupatta to put over her face. And then, Shobha, my mother could sleep anytime, anywhere. The dupatta was always white, even when her husband was alive. She was on the bed placed in the long verandah when I entered. Her translucent face was covered. I think she was born wrinkled. She lived with the middle son and made it a point never to inform when she would be coming. I had once dared to ask her why her visits were always a surprise. Shocked, she had said, 'Why would I bother to inform?' What followed was a long session of abuses in Punjabi, directed at no one in particular. The middle brother had often asked her why she made so many trips to my house, considering there could hardly be any communication with my wife, children… different worlds, times and language. She insisted that it was important to see me — 'what if I had fallen ill?' Before me, there were two still borns. Nobody knows how I survived, not even my father, a doctor. Mother, would not let visitors, including relatives from my father's side, see me for the first few months, lest somebody cast an evil eye. She once told me that she had asked him to keep his sisters away. 'But they were really evil, besides being bitches of the first order, of course.' I wasn't allowed to go out much, lest I contracted caught some disease. My father was obviously the most educated in the family, and was, therefore, asked to give me a name. 'It would be Sarthak. But I will kill anyone who would make it into a Sattu etc. Punjabis love distorting everything, including names.' Yes, he could kill. Partition never left him. Nor his memory of massacring 11 people from the rooftop with his German rifle. Not that he regretted it. Though he had said once, 'I wish most of them were not from the same mohalla.' He would recall how a feudal lord like him who had never worked before the country was split into two was forced to live in a refugee camp. In Rawalpindi, mother clearly him remembered, that he would take out his horse and rifle to patrol the fields late into the night. The clinic remained closed on most days. He didn't like waking up early. I made tea for us before waking her up. She looked at me for a few seconds, 'You look weak. Are you sleeping with your wife every night. Don't you know it can sap all your energy?' She could say anything, anytime – just like she could sleep. I smiles, 'Leave alone sleeping, we didn't even look at each other properly nowadays.' She was suddenly concerned, 'What is the point of all this education, don't you know a woman will make life your life hell if she is not satisfied?' She also wanted me to work 'harder'. The fact that I came back in two hours from the college always disturbed her. 'Believe me, they will kick you out one day. No one respects a man without work, no matter how talented he is.' It did not really matter how many times I told her that being Professor of English who taught Master's classes, I wasn't expected to stay in the college for long. 'Yes, I know those who know English don't have to work hard. But you must save your job, no? Remember what happened to your father's brother? He went insane listening to his wife's taunts after losing his job.' I'd served some biscuits with the tea. She pressed the biscuits and complained they were too hard. She saw me dipping mine in the tea and eating. She smiled. Did exactly that. At first, she didn't seem happy on seeing the four young women who came unannounced. But Rekha, who came every other day, managed to break the ice soon. She told her that I was one of their favourite teachers and that they seldom missed my classes. She was pleased. A reassurance that I was not going to lose my job anytime soon. Rekha also boiled an egg for her. The toothless old woman couldn't be happier. Mother spoke about her husband to the girls. … How the doctor would spend more time with women patients. 'I once asked him why he would keep holding their hands. He insisted that he was checking their pulse. Of course, I knew the bastard too well for that..' After my father's death, I made it a point to send her money every month. She had never asked me to and had even opposed it once. I just said, 'The money-order will stop only after my death.' We never talked about it again. After the students went away, she decided to remember that I had a family. I told her that they had gone to Delhi and would come back after a week. She looked at me, relieved, and smiled. It was time for me to go for a walk. I asked her if she needed anything. 'Yes, get some pears, I suddenly want to have them.' She was quiet again. I know, on many levels she could not relate to anyone in this house, including me. After all, she laughed loudly, cried shamelessly. We were the middle class educated – measured in everything. We didn't waste time. Even the kids were mostly in their rooms, reading. She lived in the magical world of irrelevant conversations. I asked about the pears from the partially blind fruit seller. He didn't have them. I didn't ask from anyone else. There was a small famous chhole kulche shop. She loved them and would always say the same thing about them. 'This taste reminds me of Pindi.' She meant Rawalpindi in Pakistan. Nobody called it by its official name, after all, for those who truly love that city, never address it like a postman. She asked me if I remembered Jawaharlal Nehru's sister's name. I was scared… for the past many times she had been talking way too much about the past. What if she really started living there? Well, not that there was much in the present, but still… 'I'd gone to meet his sister after your father contracted TB. He'd asked me to go and live with my brothers, but how could I do that? After all, I too was a landlord's wife. I don't know why he forgot that? After he was admitted to a hospital, a social worker got me a pension of ₹100 a month.' Shobha, my mother, went back after four day. For years, I didn't get in touch with her. She stopped coming too. My dreams had retired. All desires and relations too. I didn't ask anyone if she was alive. I didn't ask anyone if I was. During those long winter years of mental illness, my heart knew the shortest route to the nearest mortuary; it would often go and mourn itself there. One day, the telephone rang. It was my middle sister. She asked me to come and see my mother. Perhaps for the final time. I did go. Shobha had shrunk. She looked at me. Her blank stare didn't break my heart. Her expressions had lost their language, but so had mine. I could see a bridge with missing planks and on it a crawling Shobha. And one day, me. I could not pray. I would not.I was not allowed to. She finally spoke. 'If you had to come only once, you should have waited for my death, no?' There was a smile on her face when she called me a 'bastard'. The middle sister told her that I was unwell, was in the hospital for months. 'But why didn't anyone tell me? I could have gone and cast away the evil eye.' There was quiet. Someone handed me tea. I lit up a cigarette. Mother – What happened to all your hair? I was quiet Mother – Where is that intense gaze? I kept smoking Mother – And who stole your colour? This time, I smiled. 'You must start praying,' she told me. I lit up another cigarette and said, 'Now listen, never again will you ask about my illness from anyone again. No one will talk about it,' I addressed everyone in the room. There was quiet. it felt nice to be cruel again. Now she started crying. A long howl without a sound. It carried on. Everyone was startled. I looked at her calmly. She was looking at me. Her eyes were wide open. The middle sister broke down. She knew death had entered the house. She was whispering something. I asked her to repeat, 'I know you haven't brought the pears. Don't worry, I'll get them from Pindi.' (Excerpted with permission from the collection A Bouquet of Dead Flowers, stories by Swadeep Deepak, translated from the Hindi, published by Speaking Tiger; 2024)
Time of India
03-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Time of India
‘Donate Rs 10 for RCB': Creator's hilarious QR code prank goes viral, fans actually pay up for good luck
Source: Instagram The Indian Premier League (IPL) has transformed into much more than a mere cricket tournament; it is now a full-fledged cultural movement in India. Every season sees the fans go into overdrive, cheering for their favourite teams with great passion, and the Royal Challengers Bangalore (RCB) franchise tends to be in the limelight quite frequently. Though they are the home to some of the sport's largest stars and have an enormous following, RCB still has no IPL title. This consistent failure has been a rallying cry among their fans and also something that brings laughs, quite frequently in the form of memes. Sarthak Sachdeva's QR code experiment riding the wave of RCB's fan culture Riding on the wave of RCB's fan culture and its light-hearted reputation, content creator Sarthak Sachdeva initiated a social experiment that took off in no time. His concept was simple yet smart: he printed QR codes connected to his payment account with the phrase, "Donate Rs 10 for RCB Goodluck," and pasted them on public surfaces, including walls, poles, and street corners. View this post on Instagram A post shared by ColorsTV (@colorstv) by Taboola by Taboola Sponsored Links Sponsored Links Promoted Links Promoted Links You May Like Up tо £8,000 Credit Limit Ocean Credit Card ® Learn More Undo The video recording of this experiment starts with Sarthak going about the city, placing the QR codes with a calm smile. At first, the idea was light and nearly ridiculous, but it soon took a dramatic turn. Folks started seeing the codes, scanning them, and paying, as if out of their RCB love or maybe just out of fun in doing something so offbeat. By day's end, Sarthak had collected Rs 1,200 from complete strangers, demonstrating just how eager people were to embrace the concept in a funny, carefree manner. RCB's fan reactions and hopes amidst their ongoing IPL journey The offbeat video quickly collected enormous traction, with 3.5 million views and an avalanche of reactions in comments. Some of the users joked that the idea was a new business venture, while others jokingly wished that RCB would win the IPL if they were helping it succeed. One of the comments jokingly said, "Iske baad agr RCB na jeete toh ro dungi," which reflected the hopes of the fans for an RCB win despite the current drought of titles. At the time of the last reports, RCB is placed second in the IPL points table with seven wins from ten matches. Remarkably, all these wins have come on the road, proving how they can handle pressure situations. The record of RCB at home has been less impressive, though, and their defeats this season have come at the M. Chinnaswamy Stadium. As the season nears its final stretch, this inconsistency at home is a concern for fans, especially with four remaining matches, including three at home. To maintain their momentum and secure a playoff spot, RCB will need to overcome these home-ground struggles. Also Read | Passport office or fashion show? Guard denies man's entry wearing shorts, sparks online debate
Time of India
23-04-2025
- Time of India
Three terror attack victims to be cremated in Bhavnagar, Surat today
1 2 3 4 Rajkot: Forty-seven-year-old Yatish Parmar celebrated his birthday in picturesque Srinagar on April 18 with his 17-year-old son Smit, wife Kajal, and her sister's family. Parmar, a barbering salon owner, was relishing the luxuriant 'mini Switzerland' Baisaran on Tuesday when terrorists rained bullets. Throughout Tuesday, his anxious father, second son, and other family members made frantic calls to know their situation, but they remained incommunicado. It was on Wednesday that the devastating news of Parmar and Smit's death was broken, plunging entire Bhavnagar city into mourning. Late in the night, the bodies of the father-son duo reached Ahmedabad on a flight, and their last rites will be performed on Thursday. With two more deaths, the toll of Gujarat tourists climbed to three. Junior home minister Harsh Sanghavi, Ahmedabad East MP Hasmukh Patel, former minister Bhupendrasinh Chudasama and city police commissioner GS Malik paid their lasst respects by garlanding the caskets in which the bodies of Parmar and Smit were brought. by Taboola by Taboola Sponsored Links Sponsored Links Promoted Links Promoted Links You May Like Trade Bitcoin & Ethereum – No Wallet Needed! IC Markets Start Now Undo The mortal remains of banker Shailesh Kalathiya also reached his hometown Surat in the night, and his funeral procession will be taken out from his residence in Mora Varachha on Thursday. The Parmars were part of a 20-member group who went to Kashmir on April 16. Kajal's sister, her husband, and son Sarthak were also among them. Bhavnagar district superintendent of police (SP) Harshad Patel told TOI that Yatish was engaged in the barbering business, while Smit recently completed his Class 11 exams and was preparing to enter Class 12. "Family members shared that Sarthak was clicking photographs of Smit at the moment the terrorists began indiscriminate firing. Suddenly, gunfire erupted, and Smit was hit by a bullet before anyone could react. He collapsed on the spot. Sarthak managed to duck and hide, narrowly escaping the gunfire," said Patel. Sarthak is the same age as Smit, and he immediately called the family members back home, informing them about the attack. The group departed on April 16, first travelling to Surendranagar and then boarding the Jammu Tawi Express to reach Katra. They were part of a pilgrimage group attending spiritual leader Morari Bapu's discourse. Vinod Dabhi, 61, also part of the group, sustained injuries, but he is out of danger. A bullet grazed his arm. Dabhi and 16 others were flown to Mumbai from Srinagar and they are headed to Bhavnagar in a special bus. Meanwhile, Kalathiya's family members said his father Himmatbhai, who now lives in their native Amreli district, reached Surat. Kalathiya, who worked in the Kandivili branch of the bank in Mumbai, went on a vacation to Kashmir with his wife, son, and daughter.
