#Anti Ragging Committee

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MGM Medical College Hostel Eviction on Hold After Principal's Exit

New leadership awaited to address ongoing ragging concerns The process to vacate MGM Medical College Hospital hostel has been suspended following administrative changes. JAMSHEDPUR – The evacuation of MGM Medical College Hospital hostel has been temporarily halted due to the retirement of Principal Dr. K.N. Singh on July 31. Sub-Divisional Officer of Dhalbhum, Parul Singh, stated that concrete…

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Oh, the NYT? The leftist liberal rag that hates Jews? Funny how they missed the actual largest threat to democracy and free speech of late -- some of whom are still running Harris' campaign:

https://x.com/yoder_esq/status/1830579682204680376 (lawsuit against Kamala/Biden admin, Meta; quote from Kamala about suppressing free speech)

 https://x.com/nicksortor/status/1830788147707269539 (Tim Walz anti free speech) 

https://x.com/shellenberger/status/1830752461495378242 https://x.com/catturd2/status/1832439661383577617 (How the media distorts Trump)

What an unsurprising & completely expected turn of events that literally everyone saw coming 😮

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Medical College expels 5 MBBS students from hostel for ragging juniors

Berhampur: Five MBBS fourth-year students of government-run MKCG Medical College here were expelled from the hostel for allegedly ragging juniors, an official said Saturday. Earlier the five students have been rusticated from the campus for six months. The punishment was imposed as per the decision of the anti-ragging committee meeting held on Wednesday, the official said. “The anti-ragging…

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Ragging and its Psychological Impact

How do feel when you are starting something new- may be your college, school, career, workplace etc.? What makes you feel comfortable at that place?

I am sure, that would be a safe space where people are providing you with the supportive or healthy environment. A place where your colleagues/ co-workers/ seniors/ fellow-mates are providing a trustworthy atmosphere. What if they rag you every time? Would you like to go back to the same space? I am sure, the answer would be No. 

Ragging is a demeaning and cruel activity where fellow-mates or senior students bully or harass new students, causing traumatic experiences. This concept is not something which is very new to modern era, but ragging has deep historical roots and remain prevalent in educational institutes worldwide. Ragging is manifested in various form such as psychological abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse and even emotional abuse which creates a hostile environment for students. Film industry has even used ragging as a narrative device to make the public understand about the brutal practices that takes place at the educational institutions. Movie like 3 idiots- where ragging concept was shown in an impactful manner. The movie started with the character of Farhan Qureshi who has introduced about his college life with Raju Rastogi and Rancho. He was nervous and eager to start his college life. However, the seniors of Imperial College of Engineering had different plans and the juniors were subjected to ragging. On the first night of the college life, all the juniors were humiliated by their seniors to strip down their underwear. Rancho’s refusal to this act had set the strong message against ragging. The movie has set the grounds not only on the unethical practices running in India, but also on the supportive academic environment where students help each other to grow rather than tearing each other down. 

Now, if we explore on the deep rooted psychological impact of ragging on students. It has been found that 10% of the students have reported experiencing long lasting impact of ragging on the emotional disturbances and 50% student have reported experiencing emotional distress temporarily. Further a study by BJ Medical College has reported that 68% of the medical students have found ragging to be a significant source of stress and anxiety. In addition to this, students may develop PTSD, anxiety, depression and may even end up losing their life due to ragging. There may be a possibilities that victim may become perpetrators and cycle of violence and abuse is repeated which leads to emotional distress and harm not only self but also to the community. When individual is not provided that safe environment in the organization than it leads to the increase in the dropout rates and decreased focus in academics. Continuous humiliation and negative criticism creates a hostile environment for the students to survive in the community and this in turn leads them to doubt their own potential and capabilities. This diminished self-worth and esteem creates a significant log lasting impact on their well-being both personally and professionally. The stress and emotional turmoil caused due to ragging also leads to exacerbating various mental health issues such as social withdrawal. Because of the constant humiliation and bullying, the victims are not able to trust the world around, and hence, leads to isolation and loneliness. In extreme cases, the psychological disturbances provoke the students to end up their life. 

To regulate this toxic culture, The NorthCap University, Gurugram follows the Zero Tolerance Policy where we enforces mandatory reporting and stricter punishment is provided to the students  or individuals to deter the ragging incidents. We have the entire committee 9 members of the Anti Ragging Committee. Our Hon’ble Vice Chancellor Madam, Prof. Dr. Nupur Prakash is the Chairperson of Anti ragging committee, and is available round the clock. Further, The NorthCap University has established “Student Service Center” to ensure that students are provided both mental health and physical health services to cope with their anxiety, depression and other mental health issues effectively. The university mentors, faculties and in-house psychologists provide a culture of transparency and open door policy where the students feel comfortable discussing about their personal to professional issues. 

Call to Action: I, alone cannot bring difference to the community. Together, we all can create and re-create the possibilities so that we are able to provide a safe environment to all. We must stand together for each other and need to take proactive measures to provide a safe space to those who are affected. We must protect the students from unhealthy consequences of ragging and create a supportive and inclusive community for them which is free from all the biasis.

Dr Samiksha Jain

Assistant Professor

Department of Psychology

The NorthCap University

https://www.linkedin.com/in/dr-samiksha-jain/

Areas: Clinical Psychology, Counselling Psychology, Positive Psychology, Social Psychology, Therapeutic Approaches

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About-us – Non-Statutory Bodies – Best Engineering College  - SA Engineering College

In Our College, through non-statutory bodies, there are several committees formed for student’s improvement in academic activities and several cells are created to monitor and develop their activities like Anti-ragging committee, Entrepreneur Development cell etc.,

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One of Helsingin Sanomat's most read articles on Wednesday morning features a self-described "conservative and nationalist" called Christian Forsman.

The 17-year-old's views reflect a global trend also evident in Finland, HS writes, in which young men tend to veer right on the political spectrum while young women identify more with the values and politics of the left.

Forsman's interest in politics was first ignited during last year's parliamentary elections, and in particular by the anti-immigration videos posted on social media by Finns Party MP Miko Bergbom.

He also cites Sebastian Tynkkynen as one of his role models because Tynkkynen "knows how to speak naturally on video".

Tynkkynen, a Finns Party MP who was elected to the European Parliament on Sunday, also has three convictions for ethnic agitation on his record.

University of Helsinki researcher Helena Helve tells HS that social media is having a significant impact on the formation of young people's opinions and values.

"Social media has a huge influence on the circles in which the young person moves, where they place themselves, the environment they belong to. Young people get support and confirmation of their own beliefs and ideas from social media" Helve says.

VAT rise a "wet rag in the face"

Business daily Taloussanomat writes that the government's plans to raise Finland's general level of Value Added Tax (VAT) to 25.5 percent is a "wet rag in the face" for companies, according to the Federation of Finnish Enterprises, which represents business owners.

"Summer is ruined," is the attention-grabbing headline of the article, which notes that because the VAT increase comes into force from September, many firms face a hectic summer preparing their systems for the changeover.

"It is downright disconcerting that Parliament's Finance Committee did not recognize that companies would be concerned about difficulties caused by the overly tight schedule," the federation's tax specialist Laura Kurki says, adding that this will hit smaller companies the hardest.

There have been calls to postpone the VAT rise until October to give firms more time, but Taloussanomat notes this suggestion has been rejected by the government because the one month delay would lead to a loss of an estimated 80 million euros to state coffers.

Too good to be true

Iltalehti reports on petrol prices in Oulu that turned out to be too good to be true.

A Shell service station in the Oulunsalo neighbourhood captured the attention of quite a few motorists when its price board advertised premium unleaded 95 petrol at 0.00 euros per litre and diesel at 0.02 per litre.

Local ice hockey player Tubbe Hellström told IL that he was driving to training when he saw the price board and did a double take.

"Now that's at a shockingly cheap price," Hellström recalls as his reaction, but he wasn't able to avail of the offer for two reasons.

The first was that the queue for the station's petrol pumps was too long, as many other passers-by wanted to fill their tanks for free.

The second — perhaps more compelling reason — was that the display prices were due to a technical error and the Shell station was not, alas, offering free petrol and virtually-free diesel.

"This was probably caused by a connection error. We ourselves are not able to change the prices to that," a station spokesperson told IL.

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Living and Learning at Sanskrit: A Student's Guide to Campus Life beyond Accommodation, and Beyond

Students who work nonstop will become dull. Given this situation, Sanskrit University—the Best Private University in India—offers its students a fantastic campus life. It broadens their creativity in addition to keeping them active.

Cultural events

Culture and the arts are essential components of human society. The advancement of art and culture is linked to the evolution of society. India's (now developing) economy is moving closer to becoming developed, which calls for comprehensive development that also highlights the country's advances in art and culture. The people of the modern period continue the legacy that has made India famous for its artistic and cultural contributions to the world.

Sanskrit organizes an annual art and culture festival at its campus. During the festival, the students and teachers of Sanskrit participate in various events. Additionally, there is a model show where students from many fields display models that they built and that demonstrate their artistic abilities. To make the festival more competitive, students from other colleges/institutions in and around the Mathura region are also asked to take part in these events. 

To provide students of all ages with a canvas on which to express their creativity, Sanskrit regularly hosts painting competitions. 

Additionally, it hosts inter-school quiz contests in which talented students from various reputable schools in Mathura, Agra, and other districts of Uttar Pradesh, Haryana, and Rajasthan compete by testing their mental reflex knowledge.

 Students hanging out

After regular lessons, it is a well-known fact that students congregate in groups with their peers and friends from the same educational institution to relax. These get-togethers and meetings provide a welcome change of pace after the day's endless lectures in the classroom. Additionally, hangouts provide students with a chance to reenergize as a group and, to quote a proverb, "raise a storm over a cup of tea" on a variety of varied themes ranging from sports, music, politics, and art and culture.

Canteen

At any given time, Sanskriti's canteen can serve up to 100 students for lunch, refreshments, and other events. The knowledgeable team is exercising quality control to guarantee that the food supplied to the pupils is both delicious and hygienic. The prices for the products are fair. There is much room in the canteen, and the furniture is arranged thoughtfully to provide cozy seating. There is a "no smoking zone" over the whole campus, and the cafeteria is under rigorous lockdown to prevent students from using tobacco products of any kind. The knowledgeable crew at Sanskriti keeps the cafeteria's kitchen spotless and periodically inspects the ingredients and oils used in meal preparation.

Anti-ragging on campus

The whole Sanskriti University campus, including the dorms, is a no-ragging zone. By enforcing tough procedures effectively, management can attain zero tolerance towards ragging.

Sanskriti has established committees and squads to strictly enforce the Supreme Court's ruling and prevent ragging. The committee comprises professors, staff, and administration individuals in addition to the dean who serves as its chairman. 

Senior students volunteer for anti-ragging programs as well. At the time of enrolment, all first-year students, along with their parents and/or guardians, must provide a joint undertaking in the approved manner, pledging never to participate in ragging. Every student's parents are also told in writing to warn their children about the grave repercussions of engaging in ragging.

Posters opposing bullying have been put up in key locations across campus as part of an awareness campaign. Senior students are the subject of a watchful eye from faculty and staff. Freshmen are given access to the mobile numbers of the anti-ragging committee members so they can get aid right away in an emergency. 

To prevent any unpleasant incidents, "ragging-prone zones" have been identified and are staffed by security personnel around the clock. The entire Sanskriti University staff is always willing to assist newcomers. In the event of need, police assistance is also offered.

Safety precautions on the campus

Sanskriti University has implemented stringent protocols to guarantee the security of its personnel, teachers, and students. 

To restrict unwanted access, a high boundary wall with barbered wire surrounds the whole Sanskriti campus, including the hostels. 

Only one entry gate on the campus is manned by armed security personnel around the clock. 

The guards personally inspect the visitors' and students' bags and personal belongings. 

There is a metal detector at the entry as well. 

At the entry point, a register is kept for each visitor and unidentified entrant. Visitor information, including contact information and proof of identity, is checked and entered into the register at the door.

The campus is equipped with CCTV cameras at key locations. 

The mess, canteen, and other areas are constantly observed, and when necessary, appropriate action is taken. 

ID cards are given to students, and it is required that they display these cards on campus. 

At the dormitory for ladies, special security measures are put in place. Males are not permitted inside the dormitory for ladies. After a certain number of hours, female students are not permitted to leave or enter the hostel.

Transportation

Among the local organizations that operate, Sanskriti offers the best transport service by far. Numerous cities and villages in and around Mathura, Vrindavan, Chhata, Kosi Kalan, etc. are covered by the bus lines. Cozy buses are used to transport the staff and students.

Sanskriti is by far the greatest local organization that provides transport services. The bus routes cover a wide range of cities and villages in and around Mathura, Vrindavan, Chhata, Kosi Kalan, etc. Staff and kids are transported in comfortable buses.

Gym facilities

At Sanskriti University, they believe that our everyday lives are most significantly impacted by our health and well-being. Students can strengthen their bodies, healthily channel their energies, and increase their stamina to better handle the demands of college life in the well-equipped, air-conditioned gym.

Students can use gyms and exercise equipment to fill their free time with beneficial and profitable activities. Maintaining a healthy lifestyle also helps pupils focus better in class and keeps them engaged all day. 

To maximize the use of the gymnasiums, distinct periods have been allocated for male and female students, teachers, and staff. Engaging in stimulating activities in the gymnasium helps students develop important lifelong fitness habits, valuable physical talents, and social skills.

Conclusion

With the help of such facilities and measures, a student can focus on their studies completely. They need not think about other things while studying at Sanskriti University.

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ANTI-RAGGING COMMITTEE at The top College of Technology in Trichy KRCT

-At KRCT, our commitment to fostering a safe and welcoming campus environment is paramount. The Anti-Ragging Committee plays a crucial role in ensuring a harassment-free atmosphere for all students. We are committed to promoting a culture of respect and camaraderie, our committee works diligently to prevent and address any instances of ragging. We prioritize the well-being of our students, creating a positive and inclusive atmosphere for everyone at the top College of Technology in Trichy, KRCT.

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Anti-Ragging Week at Poona College, August 12-18, 2023

Y & M AKI’s Poona College of Arts, Science, and Commerce in Pune conducted a highly impactful Anti-Ragging Week from August 12 to 18, 2023. This event, organized by the Internal Quality Assurance Cell (IQAC) and the Anti-Ragging Committee, aimed to raise awareness about crucial youth-related issues. Throughout the week, various activities were held to promote values of respect, tolerance, and non-violence among students.

Key Highlights

Inaugural Ceremony & International Youth Day:The week began with an inaugural ceremony featuring Principal Prof. (Dr.) Aftab Anwar Shaikh, who highlighted the theme of International Youth Day. The Chief Guest, Hon. Mr. Arvind Chawariya, Additional Commissioner of Police, delivered an informative speech on anti-ragging measures and the POSH Act. Dignitaries, including Mr. Anand Salunke & Mrs. Bhagyashree Salunke from Multipurpose Foundation, Pune, and Mr. Bharat Bhima Yede from Savitribai Phule Pune University, offered valuable guidance. The event concluded with the National Anthem.

Short Film Screening: The Anti-Ragging Committee conducted screenings of short films and documentaries in classrooms to raise awareness about ragging's negative consequences and the need for a ragging-free campus environment.

Departmental Initiatives:Various departments participated in the campaign against ragging. The Department of English and BBA organized a Slogan Competition, while the Department of Commerce arranged a rally with the message "Say No to Ragging, Stand Against," uniting the college against ragging.

National Level Poster Making Competition:  The Anti-Ragging Committee, in collaboration with IQAC, hosted a national-level Poster Making Competition on the theme "Ragging is a Crime." Open to students from across India, the competition received 102 impactful entries depicting the harmful effects of ragging and the importance of nurturing educational spaces.

Valedictory Function: The week concluded with a grand Valedictory Function, where Principal Prof. (Dr.) Aftab Anwar Shaikh summarized the week's activities and discussed positive social behavior.

The success of Anti-Ragging Week owes credit to the diligent efforts of the Anti-Ragging Committee and the visionary leadership of Principal Prof. (Dr.) Aftab Anwar Shaikh, Vice Principal (Arts) Prof. Moinuddin Khan, and Vice Principal (Science) & IQAC Coordinator Dr. Iqbal Shaikh. These collective endeavours effectively heightened awareness about ragging, instilling a strong sense of responsibility among students and fostering an environment of mutual respect and harmony.

(Blog URL: https://dranwarshaikh.blogspot.com/ )

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Ragging Incident Prompts Strict Measures at MGM Medical College

College enforces new rules to combat ragging, suspends hostel prefects MGM Medical College has taken decisive action to address recent ragging incidents, suspending four hostel prefects and implementing new security measures. JAMSHEDPUR – After a recent incident of ragging at MGM Medical College, the Anti-Ragging Committee has taken action by suspending four hostel prefects for a period of three…

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Who is Kevin Hern? One of the Rebels’ Protest Candidates

In the list of names suggested as potential alternative candidates in the race to replace Kevin McCarthy for the House speakership, there is a new one name: Representative Kevin Hern, Republican of Oklahoma Nominated on Thursday to the chamber's ninth attempt at choosing the speaker, and then in the 10th. The candidate, Mr. Hern, 61, was chosen from the Representative Lauren Boebert of Colorado, who has been one of the ultra-right-wing, anti-McCarthy sway holders since the beginning. On the eighth vote she. Boebert switched her vote to Mr. Hern from Representative Byron Donalds from Florida who heldouts had previously favored. The candidate was nominated by Mr. Hern for the ninth and 10th votes. The Mr. Donalds was also nominated yet again, which means that there were four officially-nominated candidates for the 9th and 10th votes the following: He was nominated again, as were. Donalds, Mr. Hern Henri, the late Mr. McCarthy and the Democratic leader, Hakeem Jeffries. (The lawmakers aren't restricted by the nominees' list and are free to choose who they like.) The Mr. Hern, an incoming third-term congressman elected in the year 2018 He is a businessman and an engineer from the aerospace industry. As per his biography for Congress He was an engineer in the aerospace industry at Rockwell International before losing his job following the Challenger disaster , and later becoming an businessman. His "went from rags to riches and, like myself and many other members, is a small-business owner," Ms. Boebert said in her address to the nomination. "He has been a part of an American dream. He's a father, man of the family, and as Kevin would say"he's a conservative" but he's not apprehensive about it. We could have a cheerful warrior in our ranks." The Mr. Hern is the newly selected head of the Republican Study Committee, the largest conservative caucus within the House as well as among the of the 147 Republicans who decided to vote against the outcomes of the presidential election in 2020. Madame. Boebert presented him as "a unifier" who could bring her Republican Party past Mr. McCarthy and form a coalition around a new alternative. The subsequent vote proved that there was nothing like this. Then there was the Mr. Hern -- who had earlier said, "If I hear my name, it's something I'll have to think and pray about before deciding if it's a job I'll run for" -He did not cast a decide to vote himself. He voted for the 9th time. chose McCarthy. McCarthy. In the ninth round of voting for the speaker's seat Hern won three votes. Hern won three votes. Read the full article

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What are the Rules and Regulations of Top BAMS Ayurvedic College in Maharashtra?

The Discipline Committee of Mahatma Gandhi Ayurvedic College Hospital and Research Centre looks after the disciplinary matters and problems arising from a breach of the College rules. The College rules are intended to help preserve a happy and harmonious atmosphere for all those working in the College.

Attendance

The students should fulfill the minimum required attendance for every programme both in Theory and Practical. Students failing to meet this prerequisite condition will not be eligible for certification at the end of the programmes and such students will be detained as well as will not be allowed to appear for the University Exam. As per the Ordinance No. 6 of Nagpur University : Prosecution of a regular course of study means attendance not less than 75% of the lectures delivered in each subject of the course of instruction for the examination and in practical work whatever prescribed. In case of any genuine reason, the student or his / her guardian must inform the concerned authorities in writing, the reason of absence in advance.

Ragging

Ragging in any form is strictly forbidden by law. The students should not be found involved in ragging. Maharashtra Prohibition on Ragging Act 1999 has the following provision for action against Ragging: Ragging within or outside any educational institution is prohibited. Whosoever, directly or indirectly commits, participates in, abets or propagates ragging within or outside any educational institution shall, on conviction be punished with imprisonment for a term upto 2 years and/or penalty which may extend to ten thousand rupees. Any student convicted of an offence of ragging shall be dismissed from the educational institution for a period of five years from the date of order of such dismissal. Ragging of any form must be immediately reported to the Anti Ragging Committee or Anti Ragging Squad. The mobile numbers of both the Anti Ragging Committee and Anti Ragging Squad are prominently displayed in and around the campus.

Library

The students must maintain discipline while entering in the Library. They should maintain silence in the reading area strictly. They should not try to damage or steal any books in the Library. They should follow all the rules of the Library.

Behaviour

Students are expected to conduct themselves at all times in a manner that befits the image and standing of the institution. Any kind of misbehavior with Teaching, Non-Teaching staff or students will not be tolerated and would be punishable upto rustication from the college.

Adherence to Time Schedule

The student should reach college in time and attend the lecture as per the time table given to them. The student should complete all the term work such as journals, drawing sheets, workshop jobs or any other assignment as per scheduled. The student and parent should specially note that if the students fails to complete the term work regularly and to the entire satisfaction of the Head of the institute, he/she will not be granted term and will not be allowed to appear in the University examination.

Conduct in the Premises

The student should note that he/she is answerable to the authorities of the institute not only for his/her conduct in the premises of the institute but also for his/her overall behavior outside of the campus. Mobile phones are strictly prohibited in the campus. Hence students should not bring mobiles in the campus else they will be confiscated.

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And this happened:

I’d been watching this from a safe distance for a minute. The Grammys are a BFD. A Grammy would have just about guaranteed a military exemption for BTS under President Moon’s administration. But some shit went down.

Allow me to elaborate, por favor. What originally came through the news and gossip-rag pipeline yesterday looked like this (thanks to @towardtheblue and some nice people at stan twitter):

So you can see where K-ARMY went a little bit wild. And with good reason. Under the Moon administration I believe that a deal was in place: specifically, that a Grammy win would net BTS an exemption. However, the members have never said that they WANT an exemption - they haven't really addressed their service publicly except via Hybe, who says that the guys want to serve their country honorably - a very polite way of saying "however that looks, we'll do that". The BTS exemption bill is currently languishing in the legislature and no set date has been given for voting. It will probably go into the next formal legislative 100-day session in September - and that will be President-elect Yoon's first session. He is an extreme right-wing conservative who doesn't like women or LGBTQ+ people. And he takes office May 10 - in less than six weeks from now. Postponing the Grammys fucked over BTS and their 2022 schedule and very possibly their military exemption is what I'm getting at here. ANYWAYS. Here's what went down yesterday:

NO DISCUSSION OF EXEMPTION FOR BTS WAS DISCUSSED DURING THE DELEGATION'S VISIT TO HYBE. (or "Hive" if you're nasty. My Papago sucks.) Or if it was, we are not gonna be told.

See, Ahn Cheol-Soo, who is the chairman of the committee who went on the sightseeing excursion to the House of Bang, is ARMY. He has advocated loudly for exemption and I believe (don't quote me) that he personally worked on the bill that's currently wasting away in Parliament. He's the guy with Bang PD above.

My crappy Papago translation of that article says:

I AM TELLING YOU THIS ALL HINGES ON TOMORROW NIGHT. If the Grammys actually award BTS (and I sadly don't think they will, and I truly hope I am wrong), even the ultra-rights MIGHT concede that the money and power brought in by the group supercedes their PR value as soldiers for Korea. And don't get it twisted, there is huge PR value in having them serve.

At this point it's a toss-up but money is usually a good motivator... and Yoon ran for election on an economic-prosperity platform. If they don't get the Grammy - again - it gives Yoon's crew of misogynists and antis the ability to cry "service and honor before fame" or whatever and that amendment will continue to tread water until the end of 2022, at which time one or all of the members will enlist. I'm kinda holding my breath more than I normally would, this year.

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https://www.saec.ac.in/about-us/non-statutory-bodies/

Our College has a non-statutory body includes Anti Ragging committee, Constitution of internal compliance committee, Entrepreneur Development cell, Student grievance and redressal cell, Institution council, Internal quality assurance cell, SC/ST Student welfare committee as per government norms.

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I adore your qui gon and obi wan stuff so can we get a number 8 on the prompt list with obi wan and qui gon?

Absolutely!! I’m so glad you chose that one; I’ve loved every single prompt I’ve gotten but this one breaks the mold a little.

I hope this lives up to your expectations!

From this various prompts list.

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When Qui-Gon Jinn set foot on the planet of Melida/Daan for the second time, he had a fixed set of expectations.

He expected to find the same war-torn, shattered homes and abused soil, the same decimated populations, the same stench of death. He expected to find the underground hideouts where the children hid from the wrath of their parents, and where the Melida plotted against the Daan and the Daan against the Melida. He expected to find a bruised and shame-faced former Jedi Padawan, ready to humble himself before the Council.

He expected to have to offer both comfort and stern reprimand to this child who, as much of a delight as he had once been, no longer deserved to be his apprentice.

And he did find some of that.

He also found fields of green grass, and abandoned fields of half-plucked vegetation and fruits.

A memorial garden.

A row of corpses covered neatly in cloths, lining the road, respectfully untouched.

Faded posters announcing committees and treaties and open elections, speeches and remembrance services.

A mural on a stone wall, somewhere between impressionist and abstract, of a line of children and adults, the children in the center. Towards the very middle, almost exactly so, was the image of a young boy with pale russet locks hanging an inch loose, and Qui-Gon paused, observing warily as if the image might come to life and attack him.

But it was only an image, and Obi-Wan Kenobi was only a wayward child.

And none of this is was going as anticipated.

The Jedi Master tried to recall what Yoda had told him before chivvying him out the door, but in truth he had not processed much of it aside from Obi-Wan’s name and the understanding that he had asked to be retrieved from Melida/Daan.

Why?

Clearly things had changed, immensely — and yet, in the background, the continued sound of bombs going off and weapons firing, and not a living being in sight.

Qui-Gon continued deeper into the core of the civilization, skirting the worst of the ruins but avoiding the main road in a passing effort to go unnoticed.

It did not last long.

“Master Jedi!” a voice hissed out suddenly, and Qui-Gon turned sharply to see a young man — maybe nineteen, at most — peering at him around the corner of the nearest building, pressed close to the wall. He gestured shortly and vanished.

Qui-Gon took a moment to cast out his senses. The Force bore no distinct warning, so he crossed the road quickly and ducked around the corner.

The young man was waiting for him. Up close it was clear that he was younger than he had appeared, perhaps seventeen, just emerging from the gangly limbs stage, and he was coated in dirt and grime — some of it oddly strategic, smeared across his cheekbones and the crown of his forehead, darkening and muting them. Dark hazel eyes considered Qui-Gon suspiciously.

“You were expecting me,” Qui-Gon stated.

The boy nodded. “I was. Obi-Wan said you would be arriving today, maybe tomorrow.”

A strange jolt ran through Qui-Gon. He had not said Obi-Wan’s name aloud himself, not since that day almost eight months before, and while he had heard other Jedi mention it, it was off-putting to hear this total stranger use it. So familiarly. Like he knew Kenobi well. Qui-Gon brushed the thoughts aside like so many cobwebs and spoke again: “Well, here I am. Where next?”

He did not say, ‘Where is Obi-Wan?’

For some reason, it would have felt like a confession.

The boy pressed his lips into a flat line, as if the Jedi had failed some sort of test. “…I’ll show you. Stick close to me and don’t do anything reckless. Stealth is our best ally right now. Only ally, really.”

Qui-Gon wondered what he was, then, since he was certainly not included in this mysterious “we.”

It was slightly insulting, and sharply painful, to be lectured on strategic maneuvers by what amounted to a child soldier.

Nevertheless, Qui-Gon followed him.

They wound their way through the settlement, bypassing craters where homes had stood and also far more intact buildings, still crisp and clean and bearing that unmistakable scent of newness.

These, more than any of the others, were painted with images of children and adults standing together, plastered with announcements, and more than one — many — almost all — featuring that flame-haired youth. More often than not he was framed closely by two others. Another boy, this one slightly taller and leaner with dark hair. And a girl, a little smaller, with bold waves and startling green eyes.

The boy with the dirty face turned his head to look at each of them, though he did not slow.

After what felt like a very long time, Qui-Gon found himself entering what seemed to be a cellar. It was dark and musty, but before he could question it, his guide went to a section of the wall and pushed, popping open a panel that sank away and slid to one side.

“This way,” he said unnecessarily.

In they went. It was a tunnel, low and long, and Qui-Gon had to stoop halfway just to move. The boy, several inches shorter, had less trouble.

A few minutes of breathless, blind stumbling later, and they reached a reinforced door.

The boy knocked slowly, then quickly; stopped, and then knocked rapidly again. “It’s me!” he called through the crevice. “He’s here.”

There was a grinding sound, and then the door swung open to reveal bright light. The boy slipped through without hesitation, but the Jedi Master was more wary, blinking and waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light before slowly entering the room, still bowed low from the tunnel.

When he rose, he was looking directly into the eyes of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The boy had changed, and yet was exactly the same.

There was no other way to describe it.

He had certainly shot up an inch or so in height. His Jedi tunics were gone; he was wearing a stained white tunic of much poorer cloth and simpler cut, over a pair of patched brown trousers and sturdy boots. His robe was still the one he had worn when he had first arrived all those months ago, but he had sewn the sleeves so that they did not dangle over his wrists or hang wide and loose; instead they were drawn closer, but not so tight that they impeded his movement.

His hair seemed more coppery red than before as it hung loose and untidy, coming to slightly ragged ends halfway between his jawline and his shoulders. Some of the baby fat had melted away, driven off no doubt by stress and hunger and emotion, and his cheekbones stood out a little too much.

But it was his eyes that struck Qui-Gon.

They seemed exactly the same.

Pale blue-green, wide and friendly and innocent, sweet as they had been on the day they met.

Unbearably naive.

Those eyes flickered with shock for a moment, and then the boy stepped forward and offered out his hand. “Master Jinn,” he said.

Qui-Gon blinked. Perhaps if he waited a moment, Obi-Wan would remember that Jedi bowed? But the boy merely stared at him with his hand extended, and so Qui-Gon grasped it and shook briefly before letting go.

The boy did not seem particularly bothered. He turned to the rest of the room. “You’re all ready?”

“Yes,” came a chorus of voices.

Freed from the strangeness of Obi-Wan and his gaze, Qui-Gon looked around. There were several others present — all humans, all young, all grimy. Maybe a dozen or so in number. The room he was in was spacious, a little low-ceilinged and plain. It had the air of a bunker, with bright lights that aggravated the eyes and dull walls and functional furniture. Most notably, the enormous table in the center.

It was spread with maps, fliers, announcement posters, detailed blueprints for buildings and machinery, tidy sketches outlining strategies and countermeasures. Qui-Gon’s keen eyes caught words like ‘anti-terrorism,’ ‘knowledge is courage,’ ‘long-range missile launcher,’ and ‘riot activity.’ And, half-concealed under a map of Melida/Daan’s entire surface, a flat holo of three people. Obi-Wan. The dark-haired boy. The girl with green eyes.

“Master Jinn,” Obi-Wan’s voice broke into his observations.

They were all watching him with various degrees of mistrust.

Qui-Gon straightened his spine, and then forced himself to relax a little, trying to radiate comfort and honesty. Even without force sensitivity, they would be eased somewhat.

“Yes, I’m listening,” he assured them.

Kenobi exchanged a quick look with the boy who had guided him here, and the youth shrugged. “He was quick enough and he listened to what I said, but he’s like most adults. Thinking more in his head than paying attention, didn’t even ask my name.”

Qui-Gon started. He hadn’t, had he?

“I—” he began, but the youth cut him off with a dismissive gesture.

“You didn’t ask,” he said. “I’m not sharing now. I’m sure you’ll hear it eventually.”

Obi-Wan nodded as if this were perfectly reasonable. “Master Jinn, are you prepared to take all thirteen of us back to Coruscant?”

“What?” Qui-Gon demanded. He glanced around at the others, who looked even less impressed than before. He felt so unexpectedly out of his depth. What was this place? “I — no, I’m returning you to the Jedi, to the care of the High Council.”

“No,” Obi-Wan said placidly. “You’re not. I’m sure Master Yoda had his reasons for sending you—” the slightest emphasis on the word ‘you’—“but you are here to escort myself and the other twelve to the Core to appear before the Senate. That’s why you were assigned such a large ship. We’re going to make an appeal on behalf of Meldan.”

“Meldan?” Qui-Gon echoed.

“Our planet,” one of the others, a curly-haired, fierce-eyed woman of about twenty-two said. “Obi, are you sure about this? This isn’t at all what you said we could expect.”

“Master Jinn is an exception to many rules,” Obi-Wan told her; as he turned his head to look in her direction, he briefly seemed to change, the tension in his shoulders easing and his face alight with mischief. Then it was gone. He turned back to Qui-Gon, and beneath the veneer of professionalism could be glimpsed a strange aura of… something Qui-Gon couldn’t determine or define.

Their eyes met again, and silence fell for a moment.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan decided. “Yes, this will work. If any Jedi will help ensure you catch the attention of the Senate, it would be Master Jinn. Master Yoda also told me that Master Adi Gallia will be your official patron, which is good; she spends most of her time handling the political side of Jedi affairs.”

“Then we should go now,” said a small boy of no more than nine. “Let’s go!”

“Not just yet, Jocco,” Obi-Wan said soothingly, turning a gentle smile on the child. “We’re not quite ready. We’ll leave in about an hour.”

“Right,” Jocco said, nodding. “Okay.”

Obi-Wan smiled again. “All right, everyone. We have meals to eat and supplies to pack, so let’s keep together and keep organized. Sarai,” he nodded at the curly-haired woman, “and my friend,” a nod to the bitter-eyed nameless guide, “please bring Master Jinn up to speed. Master Jinn,” he added, glancing up from where the smallest children were flocking to his side and clinging to his hands, “I will see you in an hour.”

He left, surrounded by children both far younger and several years older than him, like adoring chicks following their mother, or maybe more like an honor guard. The contrast was both ludicrous and oddly touching.

“You listen to him,” Qui-Gon commented to his tight-lipped companions. “Even though he no longer carries the authority of a Jedi.”

“I haven’t seen any Jedi authority yet,” snapped back his unnamed guide. “Just three Jedi who came, two who left, and one who stayed.”

“It was not our mission to stay,” Qui-Gon replied calmly, tucking his hands inside his sleeves. “Though I can see what compelled him to.”

“Oh, can you?” said Sarai. She folded her arms tightly and assessed him, her lip curling. “I don’t think you see much past the end of your own nose.”

“Petty insults will get us nowhere,” he replied, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of said nose. “And it won’t help you when you speak for your people before the Senate.”

“Me?” an amused smile curled her lips. She looked as if all her suspicions had just been confirmed. “I won’t be speaking, not primarily anyways. I don’t have any governmental authority behind me, I’m just a secondary representative.”

“Same here,” said the young man.

“Governmental authority…? Then who is your speaker?” Qui-Gon asked, slightly bewildered.

“Are you blind?” said the young man. “Obi-Wan is the leader. Since the other two were assassinated, Obi-Wan is our only head of government.”

_

The next time Qui-Gon laid eyes on his former apprentice, it was mere minutes before their agreed departure time.

The children — Melida, Daan, none of them older than sixteen, aside from former Melida Sarai and former Daan who still refused to share his name — were all gathered next to a large reinforced bay door next to a small fleet of speeders.

Obi-Wan had one arm draped around the shoulders of a ten-year-old boy, murmuring instructions to him, and carrying the little toddler girl on his hip. She was playing with his hair contentedly, unbothered by the preparations going on around her.

If it had been strange to see Obi-Wan before, with his air of sameness-yet-differentness, it was doubly so now.

Knowing what he now knew.

Knowing that Obi-Wan Kenobi had accomplished what he had set out to do and reunited the Melida and the Daan with the help of a few middle-aged adults from both sides and the constant aid of his two companions, Cerasi and Nield. Knowing that he had been fairly elected alongside Cerasi and Nield as the Triumvers — the three Heads of State — of the newly named Meldan.

Knowing that they had been in the midst of Reconstruction both physical and emotional when a radical had betrayed them, murdering innocents gathered for discussions. How Cerasi had been murdered in her bed. How Nield had begun drumming up a military force, only to be assassinated — by a friend of the peace or a foe, who could say? How Obi-Wan had seen all his allies either killed or turn away, and had gathered all he could and retreated below ground, holding tight to his ideals and the legislative power that now backed him.

Knowing how he had continued to sow the seeds of freedom and diplomacy even as the people left above ground resorted again to violence. How he had nurtured genuine friendships among his people, even after having been betrayed.

And here he stood, not even fifteen, making children laugh and reassuring people older than him as he attempted to carry them to freedom and hope.

A government of war-veteran children, led by a former Jedi Padawan.

Qui-Gon watched as everyone was paired up, older teens with younger children, two to a speeder, until at last there was only one vehicle left and only himself and Kenobi still standing.

“I’m afraid I’ll be piloting,” the boy told him. “I’m familiar with the route.”

Qui-Gon swallowed away a bitter taste and merely nodded.

Obi-Wan swung himself up behind the controls, and Qui-Gon moved to sit behind him, and despite everything, despite knowing Obi-Wan’s history over the past eight months, despite being determined not to regard him as his Padawan ever again, it still felt wrong to sit behind. To let the child lead. To let the child sit behind the controls where any decent sniper would aim.

“Stick close and keep low!” Obi-Wan called out.

“Love you Obi!” the same tiny girl cried out from somewhere behind them on another speeder.

Qui-Gon didn’t know what he expected, if he expected anything at all in this strange parallel universe he had wandered into. Nevertheless, Obi-Wan turning his head to grin at the girl and calling back, “Love you too, Cler!” still surprised him.

And then they were off.

The children were clearly well trained, experienced. They seemed to know this back route by heart, undeterred by the semi-light of dusk, and keeping behind outcroppings of rock and trees as much as possible.

Obi-Wan glanced around periodically to check on the others, and every so often one of the others from the back of the parade would speed up to match his pace and give him the all-clear before falling back again.

The breathlessness of the moment settled somewhere in Qui-Gon’s chest. If he could put aside the emotional toll it was taking to sit behind his former student and see him not as a Jedi but as a war-tried planetary ruler, it was easier to be caught up in the rush. The fate of thousands depended on this race for freedom.

The former Jedi Master and Padawan maintained their lead, a slight gap between them and the others.

This served them all well when a blaster bolt came out of nowhere and struck Obi-Wan in his right shoulder, missing his chest only because he sensed it at the last second and twisted away.

There were screams from the smaller children; the older children reacted immediately, scattering their small fleet and engaging their weapons.

“There!” Qui-Gon cried, pointing to a ridge on their right where glimpses of people moving could be seen. His other hand was holding Obi-Wan upright.

“Are you all right to keep piloting?” he shouted.

“For a little while! Hold on, I have a plan!” Obi-Wan shouted back.

“Is it a good plan?”

“Hard to tell until I’ve done it!”

For a second it felt like it had been a year ago, or even better, both of them on the edge of adrenaline and serenity, grinning.

Qui-Gon ignited his lightsaber and deflected two more blaster shots, calling out warnings to the others within earshot.

A speeder went down.

A girl and boy were thrown several meters, crushing in the dust, clinging to one another as they rolled to a stop. On another speeder, Sarai yelled “Here!” and pulled up alongside Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, while Jocco stood up from behind her and leapt.

Qui-Gon’s heart shot to his throat.

But as he extended a hand and caught the child with the Force, Obi-Wan was already doing the same thing, drawing Jocco safely onto their speeder. Sarai, meanwhile, swung her speeder back around and parked it in front of the fallen one, shielding the injured two from view. She stood up on the seat and raised a blaster in each hand, lips twisted in a snarl. “Over here you bastards!” she screamed. “Like shooting at children? Give it your best shot!”

“She’s insane,” said Qui-Gon.

“She’s my second in command!” Obi-Wan laughed. “Now get ready! You’re taking the wheel!”

“What?”

Qui-Gon turned his head just in time to see Obi-Wan launch himself off of the moving speeder with reckless grace, executing a Force-augmented leap to land neatly on the ridge. “Kenobi! What are you doing?” Qui-Gon bellowed.

The boy didn’t respond. He had a blaster in his good hand and dropped out of view, directly onto the heads of the people concealed behind the rocks. There were yells; red light flared as weapons went off in rapid succession. Sarai took advantage of the distraction and urged the other two onto her speeder. “Go!” she said.

As soon as they were off, one of the other speeders erupted from the tree-line and swooped in front of her, slowing down enough to allow her to jump aboard behind two smaller children. “Good job kiddos,” Qui-Gon heard her say. Then she looked up at him. “Come on, we have to go!”

“But—Obi-Wan—” he said helplessly.

As he did, Obi-Wan reappeared at the crest of the ridge, a smoking hole in his trouser leg and a bloody furrow over one eye. He looked directly at Qui-Gon and mouthed, ‘Go! Take the others and run, now!’

Then he was gone again.

A pained look crossed Sarai’s face, but she glanced at Jocco sitting on his lap and smoothed it away at once. “He knows what he’s doing,” she said. “Now come on!”

They sped off, trailing dust and a broken wreck, following in the wake of the other speeders far ahead of them.

In the distance, the ship gleamed in the low light, a beacon for them to follow.

The others were waiting for them when they arrived, arranged defensively around the ship, protecting their only mode of transportation. The nameless boy was standing front and center, an adapted blaster rifle in his arms, looking ready to kill anyone who got too near. Jocco ran straight to him.

Sarai helped the other two down and began loading everyone onto the ship, which opened at Qui-Gon’s command.

He and the boy with the rifle waited.

And waited.

The sun set in earnest, and darkness fell.

And still they waited.

“Can you make your appeal to the Senate without him?” Qui-Gon said suddenly.

The young man whipped his head around to look at him. “What?”

“Can you make your appeal without Obi-Wan?”

He sneered. “In his absence, legal responsibility falls to Sarai and me. But it’s not the same.”

“No, it’s not.” Qui-Gon agreed.

There was a brief silence.

“Can you pilot this starship?”

“What?”

Qui-Gon did not repeat himself this time, and the young man’s eyes widened, his grip on his rifle slackening. “You… you want to stay. You want to stay and search for him.”

“You need to leave,” said Qui-Gon quietly. “Can you pilot this starship?”

“My name’s Radan,” the young man said brusquely, extending a grimy hand. “And yeah, between me and Kieln we can figure it out pretty quickly.”

“Good,” said Qui-Gon shaking his hand firmly. “As soon as you exit your first hyperspace jump, contact Master Yoda, it’s all programmed into the system. Tell him what happened.”

He looked again to the shadowed horizon, to the dark smudge several kilometers distant that was the stone ridge where he had last seen Obi-Wan.

“Tell him,” he paused. “…Tell him I am going to stay with my Padawan.”

Radan paused halfway up the ramp, turning to look back, a look of concern crossing his young face. “Even if he’s never going back to the Jedi?” he asked.

Qui-Gon hesitated.

“I suppose we’ll have to wait and see, won’t we? Obi-Wan is capable of making his own decisions.”

Qui-Gon turned back towards the horizon, towards Obi-Wan.

“But I will not leave him again.”

_