#Corona Curfew

[bopinion]

2024 / 33

Aperçu of the week

“All we have to do is call our opponent a communist or a socialist or someone who will destroy our country.”

(Donald Trump. We'll see about that...)

Bad News of the Week

Since the end of the coronavirus pandemic - although there hasn't actually been one - I've been waiting for its successor in a slightly anxious mood. Another rapidly infecting virus that spreads worldwide, is potentially deadly and, above all, restricts all our lives again. Now it's here: Mpox. For the first time since Corona, the WHO (World Health Organization of the United Nations) has declared the highest alert level, a “public health emergency of international concern”. Because of the virus that was previously called “Monkey Pox”. Discovered in Congo at the end of 2023, it has now also broken out in Uganda, Rwanda, Burundi and Kenya.

The initial figures spoke of 14,000 suspected cases. Based on the usual 50% rate and the reported 500 deaths, this means that one in twelve people who become infected will die. That's a lot. So it's certainly a virus that should be taken seriously. One day later, it was reported that the first case in Europe had emerged in Sweden. Then the first three in Asia in Pakistan. It's the usual pattern: on the one hand, every infectious disease spreads faster and more uncontrollably in times of international travel. On the other hand, specific cases are only discovered when they are specifically sought or tested for. So the numbers will now quickly go through the roof. Because the spread is already more advanced than we know.

What will happen now? What will the states do? How will society react this time? And above all: what have we learned? There is a lot of talk in Germany about the need to come to terms with everything that has happened around COVID. Also to learn from the mistakes. There is a lot of need for clarification - for example with regard to the procurement of masks, the closure of schools, compulsory vaccination, curfews and unequal treatment in the retail sector. And what has happened since (drum roll please!): Nothing. What applies to politics also applies in private life. Some friends turned out to be conspiracy theorists, others were law and order hardliners, most were simply irritated and unsettled. There were even rifts right through families. Rifts that still exist.

And now we could all be facing the same situation, just as ill-prepared. And if Mpox doesn't develop into a pandemic, perhaps swine fever will spread to humans. Or bird flu. Or something else entirely, be it from the South American jungle or from the secret laboratory of some deep state. Or a revenant from the past spreads again - cholera still exists after all and first cases of polio are reported from Gaza. No, I'm not panicking. But I do have one or two worries. After all, humanity has shown itself more than once to be incapable of learning from the past. I would love to be wrong about that.

Good News of the Week

Venezuela is not giving up. It is wonderful to see how the people are fighting for democracy, no longer wanting to put up with the corruption of their “elites” and finally wanting to have a perspective worth living in. Just under a month ago, elections were held in the Latin American country, which could actually live in prosperity and peace but is suffering from dramatic economic decline, inflation and poverty since years. Or as investigative journalist Sebastiana Barráez says in the news magazine Der Spiegel: “Maduro has couped!”

Initially, the state electoral authority declared President Nicolás Maduro Moro, who has been clinging to power since 2013, the winner without providing any evidence - as is actually required by the constitution. The opposition has now had access to more than 80 percent of the printed protocols of the individual polling stations and has made them public. According to these, their candidate Edmundo González won with around 67 percent of the vote - compared to 30 percent for the incumbent head of government. So did Maduro commit electoral fraud? It looks like it.

The United Nations and the Carter Center had sent election observers to Venezuela. They have now criticized the election authority's actions and declared that the official result was not achieved democratically. The panel of experts speaks of an “unprecedented process in recent electoral history”. No wonder that most Latin American countries as well as the USA and Europe did not recognize the “official result”. And Maduro? He doesn't give a damn. The despot has further intensified the repression against the population with the help of the military, the National Guard and other state organs loyal to him. According to the independent rights organization Foro Penal, over 2,000 people have been arrested since the election. These include opposition politicians. And journalists. That speaks a clear language.

According to a report in the Wall Street Journal, the US government has now offered Maduro and close associates of the regime an amnesty if they relinquish power. I wish the Venezuelans would keep up the pressure. And the international stage too. Until Madura and his clan really abdicate. Because then the country, which has already been abandoned by 20% of its population in recent years, could return to better times. In a survey conducted by the Gallup polling institute in December 2012, the country's inhabitants were among the happiest people on earth. It would be nice if this vague memory could become reality again.

Personal happy moment of the week

“Your application for an Electronic Travel Authorization (eTA) has been approved. You are now authorized to travel to Canada by air.” Nothing more to add here. Taking off this sunday. Boy am I excited...

I couldn't care less...

...about the discussion that Germany “only” came 10th in the medal table at the Summer Olympics in Paris - behind hosts France and Great Britain, even though their populations are smaller. “What does it take for more medals?” asks the Tagesschau news channel. That is of little interest to me. Much more important is the charisma of athletes as figures of identification for a nation, the role model function for children, the motivation to surpass oneself. After all, it's not for nothing that the Olympic motto is “Taking part is everything”. In that sense, Eddie the Eagle really did fly.

It's fine with me...

...that the Democrats' party conference is now turning into a coronation mass. Because the most important decisions have been made: Presidential candidate and his (better in this case “her”) running mate. Normally, I would now say that political program content should not be completely secondary. But I don't care about that at the moment. The main thing is momentum. The main thing is optimism. The main thing is not to go back. The main thing is that Donald Jessica Trump doesn't triumph in November. Harris Walz!

As I write this...

...we're trying to catch a mouse. Apparently it was raining too hard outside and it wanted to get out into the dry. Now she's hiding behind a bookshelf and is afraid of us - even though we want to rescue her and set her free. Update: we've got her and she's fine. Second update: there seems to be another one...

Post Scriptum

It's good when someone doesn't look away but points. Even if it's about Israel committing an injustice. After all, you are then almost reflexively vilified as an Anti-Semite. In this respect, I am pleased that the European Union is showing more and more backbone in this regard. In this case, I am not referring to the maltreated Gaza Strip, but to the West Bank, where the Palestinian population is suffering more and more from brutal attacks by militant Israeli settlers - who can be sure of the backing of Benjamin Netanyahu's increasingly right-wing extremist government.

Once again, there have been attacks by extremist Israeli settlers on the population of the West Bank. And now EU foreign policy chief Josep Borrell has had enough. He will “present a proposal for EU sanctions against the supporters of the violent settlers, including some members of the Israeli government”. Including the government! That's a bombshell. I very much hope that he finds the necessary support for this. Because this massive problem is currently all too easily overlooked in the great shadow of Gaza.

[hakobert]

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[houseofbreadpakoda]

Lately I kinda wanna go back to 2020. Brush online classes under the carpet. Watch films all day long. Try to learn a new language by watching interviews. Use google translate when there's no subtitles. Learn new rap verses. Perform them to my audience, while jumping all around my bed. (Try to) Cook new shitt. Fail. Let my mother complete the dish. Learn new hat tricks. Google wikihow to use a bo staff. Nah nah, wikihow to make a bo staff. Paint stupid stuff. Put on tattoos with henna. Beg my mom to watch Bahubali with me for the thousandth time. Listen to my mom rant about how her money plant is giving up on her. Reassure her that at least her philodendron is growing well. Custom make RCB merch. Yell "ee sala cup namde!" Every time De Villers hits a six even though it's only two others in the house. Impulsively chop off my hair to one fourth of it's length. Scream "go corona go" during the Jantha Curfew.

[wmufranniefabray]

TITLE: Late Night Conversations DATE: A few days before the blackout took place. Late, late at night. TAGGING: Cody { @wmucody } and Frannie { @wmufranniefabray } SUMMARY: Cody and Frannie bump into each other, while slightly drunk, and clear the air.

Frannie:

Spinning. A whirlwind of tequila shots, flashing lights, dots of laughter and a brief, momentary pause in the bathroom where dissociation had filled Frannie’s mind. Numb. Echoes of the music were still pounding in her head as she stood outside of the pizza takeaway restaurant, conveniently still open, clutching a barely touched bottle of water. Her friends had gone home hours ago and the time on her mobile signalled that this was a far cry from her usual, scheduled curfew for herself. This was so unlike Frannie that it felt exciting, her body still giddy from anticipation from the night passed. The Uber would be here soon, hopefully, but for now, she was mildly entertained just sitting on the side of the sidewalk, eyes staring straight up at the sky. Completely transfixed.

Cody:

"Whoa," Cody mumbled, his words slurred slightly as a result of the multiple bottles of Corona he threw down during the night. His foot slid off the kerb slightly forcing him to hold himself up properly. Maybe he had taken it too far tonight. But that would suggest that there were nights that he didn't take it too far. If he was being totally honest with himself, he couldn't remember the last time his night didn't end up with him staying out when everyone else had went home. Pizza, then bed. He repeated the plan of action to keep him focusing on walking a straight line. As he was about to wait in line, he turned to see who was around him. Maybe there was another adventure lurking in the late night which meant he could convince himself not to go home. However, his eyes caught the blonde hair perched down on the sidewalk. He'd recognise that hair and they mannerisms anywhere.

Nah, he thought to himself. They hadn't been in contact since that night in his dorm room, where everything had collapsed around him. Tapping his foot repeatedly off the ground, Cody sucked his teeth as he fought the urge to approach Frannie. What if she's not okay? She is sitting herself. Convincing himself that it was the right thing to make sure she was okay due to how late it was at night, Cody turned on his heels and approached Frannie. His hands stuffed in his pocket to hide any form of nerves. "Frannie, you okay?"

Frannie:

The music playing over and over and over in her mind was interrupted, slightly, by a familiar voice and she looked up in an instant. No. She squinted, almost drunkenly convinced her eyes must be deceiving her because there no way.. And yet, perhaps blame it on the fact that she had downed seven shots within thirty seconds after an ill-timed dare, but Frannie couldn’t help but feel relieved to see a familiar face. A friendly face? Not entirely. She couldn’t tell - Cody’s face was extraordinarily hard to read. A smile began to creep across her lips almost instantly, as if it was a habit by now to greet Cody with a grin. “Hey there, Castor!” Her voice was light, only slightly slurred. “I’m fine. More than fine. Maybe -“ she hiccuped, placing her hand over her lips with a small giggle. “- How are you, groovy scooby?”

A second passed, before Frannie remembered what had happened between the two of them, and she narrowed her eyes slightly, still staring up at Cody. Confusion began to pass across her features. Why was Cody even speaking to her still? Weren’t they meant to be sworn enemies? Her eyebrows furrowed together into a frown. “You’re talking to me now?”

Cody:

Cody's body relaxed as Frannie grinned. Phew.Phase one of not being told to fuck off was completed. "Theiaaaaaaa," Cody replied, dragging out the word, his way of conveying his openness to the situation they currently had found themself in. "I'm groovy." Her warm welcome prompted him to take a seat next to her, causing a slight tumble while he was lowering himself down the kerb. The weight of himself, and all the beer he had consumed, was too heavy to balance without some sort of assistance. He placed his two hands to the back slightly, asserting more of his body weight on to them.

He cocked his head, narrowing his eyes to gain a clearer perspective of Frannie. A sudden lump gained in his throat as he was now faced with the consequences of his previous words. As Frannie left so suddenly, Cody allowed himself to block out their sour conversation. "Can't say I'm not surprised you never threw that bottle of water off me, either."

Frannie:

Castor and Theia. The familiarity of their relatively new nicknames was a welcome surprise. A smirk began to form across Frannie’s lips as she watched Cody attempting to try to sit down, slightly amused. “Falling over again?” She teased, grinning, turning the positioning of her body so that she was facing Cody properly. He looked almost as bad as she was when it came to looking drunk. “Out of ten, how groovy would you say that you’re feeling? And you’ve ‘gotta be totally, completely truthfully honest. Pinky swear.”

Trying to comprehend anything right now felt like way too much, especially this. Their previous conversation had been replaying on her mind more times than she would have liked to have admitted. It stung. Everything about the situation stung and aches and hurt. And a part of her felt gutted at how it had all blown up in the way that it had. She gave a small shrug at Cody’s answer, passing him the water bottle as her sign of surrender. “I don’t want to fight with you.” She admitted quietly, her words still slurred, swallowing the lump that had formed in the back of her throat and inwardly despising how honest the alcohol intake would force her to be. Words were slipping freely. Way more free than normal. “Please don’t fight with me. If you’re going to do that I’ll just sit somewhere else.” Her eyes glanced across the road, trying to find another location that she could run to in case of a problem, scanning back and forth between different places before eventually landing back on Cody again with a small giggle. “Why did the biologist break up with the physicist?”

Cody:

He rolled his eyes at the falling comment. A brief moment of nostalgia rushed over his body as he was reminded of the first conversation they had, about him falling off his skateboard due to a damned fly. It was as if Cody blinked his eyes and they went from a fun, flirtatious duo to a cold, harsh dynamic. "Pinky swear I feel like super groovy, like the type of groovy that makes you wanna not go home".

His lips curled at the end, holding in a small laughter as he knew even though Frannie was coming across as humourous, it was a genuine concern that they could argue. "I'm not here to fight. I got my white flag waving," Cody reassured her, using his right hand to mimic the motion of waving a flag. "I don't know, why did the biologist break up with the physicist?" He asked, playing along with the joke. For a moment he felt time rewind to when they first met, as if they were back telling jokes just for the sole reason of making the other smile.

Frannie:

A small voice whispered that this momentary glimpse of normality between the two of them couldn’t last forever, but Frannie felt too tired to feel the anger or the sadness or the irritation towards the man sitting beside her. Besides, the night was still young! Thoughts were whizzing in and out of her brain, so much so that Frannie leaned back, holding her arms back behind her so she could lean more easily. Another hiccup sprang free from her lips, followed by another giggle. “I’ve got a new home!” She told Cody, digging into her pocket and excitedly retrieving her keys that she had been given. “It’s very pretty! I’m going to make some kind of science lab inside my bedroom.”

There was a relief that washed over her at Cody’s words. He didn’t want to fight, thankfully. Not now, at least, or not tonight. “That’s a relief.” She responded with a tentative smile. “Are you still angry at me?” She asked, looking across to Cody and giving a small, semi-playful pout. Part of her knew asking these questions might cause another argument or irritate Cody further, but she just couldn’t help the words from falling out of her lips. “They had no chemistry. Duh!” There were many, many more pick-up lines that Frannie could have chosen from. Being surrounded by numerous, nerdy biology students all day everyday had its perks - in this case, terrible jokes.

Cody:

Cody cleared his throat, nodding. A small amount of tequila regurgitated up into his mouth forcing him to gulp hard, his face turning sour at the taste. He could swear that it didn't taste that bad in the midst of the club but maybe the music, the atmosphere, the adrenaline drowned out the taste. "Oh," He responded, using what seemed like his last ounce of brain power to focus onto the keys that were dangling in front of him. "God, please make sure there are no fire hazards. The last thing we need is a fire catastrophe".

Frannie's question swirled around Cody's drunken thoughts. Was he still angry? He definitely didn't feel it at this moment in time. He was feeling rather comfortable with the conversation between them since it seemed somewhat amicable. "No, I'm not angry," Cody finally said, slurring his words slightly. His anger was never really directed towards Frannie but more so towards himself. For thinking that there was any potential in his ability to progress something romantic. His anger was more specifically pointed towards how he acted in response to Frannie simply telling the truth. The urge to lay everything flat out in front of them was overpowering, but to let his defence down like that wasn't something he found easy.

"Duuuuuh," Cody laughed, his head tilting backwards to look at the dark sky. The clouds in the air blocked the stars sparkling through. A wild feeling of resonation drew Cody into a deeper thought. His guard was the cloud, and his potential to live fully was the stars struggling to shine through. Without the cloud, the guard, then the stars, he, would live up to their full potential.

"I hope things with Sam are going well," Cody disclosed. His eyes finally returning to Frannie's eye line. "Like truly."

Frannie:

The lack of response or enthusiasm to her science lab idea made her eyebrows furrow slightly in mock outrage. It was the coolest idea she had ever had?! Why couldn’t Cody see that? Drunkenly, she let out a small giggle. “Pfffffffft.” She slurred her words, rolling her eyes playfully. “The only fire hazard here is how hot I am.” Pausing, Frannie attempted to sit up a little straighter from when she was sitting, but ended up slipping slightly on the ground. “Stacey’s favourite colour is the same as yours.” She muttered to herself, admitting defeat and leaning back against her arms again. She allowed her eyes to swarm up to the sky above her, feeling herself begin to feel increasingly more dizzy.

It was a relief to hear that Cody wasn’t angry at her. It had felt like he was, at times, but perhaps that was her guilty conscience speaking. “What are you feeling then?” She asked, raising an eyebrow across at him. “You can talk to me, you know.” There was some kind of barrier between the two of them - an invisible guard or tower or block. Whatever it was, it made it feel almost impossible to open up. To be honest. To let all unspoken melodies play or run free. “Because it made me sad that we’re like this now.” She indicated between the gap between the two of them with her fingers.

The pause was a welcomed one. Her gaze followed Cody’s direction, up to the sky and her eyes fluttered closed momentarily. She was tired. Of thinking, of worrying, of organising, of planning… just tired. Her eyes opened and landed on the clouds above the two of them, lingering slightly on the view in front of her before her eyes fluttered to a close again, only opening now when Cody spoke again.

It was a surprise. One that she had never seen coming. “Thank you.” She replied quietly, meeting his gaze. “I hope so, too. Part of me is a little nervous I’ll mess it up.”

Cody:

Cody scoffed playfully at Frannie’s fire hazard comment. Of course she was right. Frannie had a way about her that tempted Cody’s honour of never going after a taken girl. His eyes couldn’t help but wander over her figure, like it had done many times before. A routine that he was getting oh so used to before it was taken away from him. He decided to ignore the comment as he couldn’t find a way to reply in a respectful manner to the girl’s new dating situation. “Oh, does she? Good woman,” Cody replied, somewhat smugly. It wasn’t something that he would admit but the thought of leaving such an imprint on Frannie where she was reminded of him through conversations with others, well, it made him satisfied.

The hesitant feeling suffocated Cody’s want to unravel his toughest thoughts and lay them down bare in front of Frannie for the first time, and even the first time for himself. He was used to blocking his thoughts out. It was always a problem that Cody dealt with from a young age. Whenever there was any form of rational thinking to be done, he felt a physical barrier form in the front of his head - this later made a small bit of sense to him when he was taught that a person’s rational thinking and cognitive function happened in the prefrontal cortex which was located at the anterior section of the brain.

“I’m okay,” Cody responded. His mouth fell open as if to say more but it closed again. Biting down firmly on his bottom lip, Cody outweighed the pros and cons of opening up fully. Really, what else did he have to lose here? It was surely the perfect time to do it. When they were both in an intoxicated state where it’s known for honest thoughts to be spoken from the heart, rather than a strategic brain. “I never did use they notes that you seen written down, by the way. I was never going to use them.” He turned his head to look in the opposite direction of Frannie, focusing on the idle cars sitting in their designated parking spaces. “I’m just a visual learned and I only wrote them down to understand you better”.

A nervous laugh dropped out his mouth. “You won’t mess it up, Theia. You know not to repeat Orpheus’ mistakes”.

Frannie:

It struck her then. In amidst Cody’s scoff and the way he skilfully ignored her comment, Frannie knew that she needed to make this right. Call her sudden decision a tad on the dramatic side, but the alcohol currently racing through her body fuelled a new-found determination to make this better. She hadn’t expected this kind of conversation to be taking place between them - especially so soon after the last time they had seen each other - and yet, here they were. Talking. Being relatively okay. Glimpses of returning back to how they had previously acted together were starting to return. And it gave her a small glimmer of hope that one day they could build a friendship from this.

Her eyes regarded Cody, watching silently as he spoke. Each word that fell from his lips felt like it revealed a new layer of… whatever this was. And she couldn’t help her eyes widening, only slightly, at his confession. Thankfully, Cody’s gaze had turned away from hers. He hadn’t used the notes? Confusion swarmed her features as her eyebrows furrowed together, trying to make sense of this new piece of information.

An overwhelmingly loud silence filled the air between the two of them before Frannie finally swallowed, clearing her throat. “Oh.” She mumbled, running a hand through her hair and letting her gaze fall to the ground. Her brain quickly ran through how irritated and rude she had been to Cody because of what she believed to be the truth. Why had he let her believe that? “So you did keep your word.” It was a statement more than a question.

Pausing from speaking, Frannie started to sway in her seat on the ground. Back and forth and back and forth. Dizziness was filling her whole body, making her feel unsteady. “Can I ask why you never corrected me?”

Being called Theia again made Frannie twist her head again to look at Cody, her eyebrow raising in surprise. “I’m really sorry, you know.” She told him quietly.

Cody:

His head turned at Frannie's obvious shock at his admission. "Yup." He sucked his teeth, a slight nodding motion with his head. He did keep his promise, and still to this day he had kept it. Although his reputation precedes him, he wasn't one to go about spilling personal secrets about someone who was dear to his heart.

Cody shrugged his shoulders at her question. How could he explain to someone else the feelings that he could not possibly comprehend within himself? It seemed daft. To try and rationalise something that he couldn't understand. "The thought of you hating me was easier than to deal with the thought of not having you, I guess," Cody replied, a slowness in the pace of his voice. The thoughts in his head were scrambling more than ever before at this conversation.

"You don't need to be sorry. You done what's best for you regardless, and I think that's really admirable." He leaned into Frannie, giving her a playful nudge. The seriousness of the conversation seemed to have drained all drunken feelings out his body. But he was glad it happened, to have everything out in the open. So that maybe, just maybe, they could move past this.

Frannie:

Staring ahead now at the passers-by, tumbling and trudging along the road in front of them, Frannie swallowed again and released another shaky breath. In a way, she understood. And she cursed herself now for never questioning why or challenging Cody more. Her guilt and pride over the situation had meant it was easier to hate him, and believe him to be a “bad guy”, than questioning why. Her eyes fluttered to a close, only briefly, wanting to stop the influx of thoughts now beginning to spin and weave their way into her mind. “And for me, it was easier to hate you than question why you seemingly had a personality transplant.” Frannie spoke quietly, guilt lacing her tone, still facing forwards and keeping her eyes locked on the road ahead. “I wish I hadn’t just blindly believed you.” The more time passed, the foggier and heavier her brain was feeling. It was only when Cody playfully nudged her that she jolted, slightly, waking up from her momentary daze. She felt awful. Dizziness was overwhelming her features, making any kind of sight feel blurry and smudged. “We’ll be okay?” She asked, turning in her seat and facing Cody again.

Cody:

"Kinda scary how alike we are?" He questioned, his eyes moving to fixate on the building opposite of them. Cody had repeated that night in his head over and over, thinking of things he could have done differently, how he, as a person, absolutely sabotages everything good in his life. It sucked, obviously, that Frannie had went for Sam. But it didn't mean that their connection had to end in a platonic sense. He had seen it as a way out. Before they had the chance to become closer and his true self would be shown. His true self that he questions endlessly. Is he no good?

"We'll be okay," Cody assured her, his eyes darting back to Frannie's. Softly smiling, he held up his pinky finger in front of them both. His hands somewhat shaky from all the partying. From being open to someone. An act he had only performed a handful of times. "I promise."

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COVID curfew extended till May 17 in J&K

COVID curfew extended till May 17 in J&K

Image Source : PTI/ REPRESENTATIONAL. COVID curfew extended till May 17 in J&K. The Jammu and Kashmir Administration on Sunday extended till May 17 the curfew imposed across the union territory to curb the spread of coronavirus. The curfew was earlier scheduled to end on Monday. “The curfew will be strict except for a few essential services,” the Department of Information and Public Relations…

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The Premier of Victoria tweeted these traffic cam pics at 8:30pm last night. That’s 30 minutes after Melbourne’s 8pm - 5am curfew started for the first time.

Stage 4 lockdowns are in effect. The daily cases are jumping between 300 - 700 (the worst it’s been for Australia, i know that pales in comparison to other countries)

Stay home.

Wear a mask.

[thinksomenoise]

"Social distancing" is the perfect example for how even within an intense global crisis, people will always find fancy buzzwords for everything.

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कोरोना कर्फ्यू में छूट: यूपी में अब रात 11 बजे तक खुल सकेंगी दुकानें व बाजार, सुबह 6 बजे तक प्रभावी रहेगी बंदी

कोरोना कर्फ्यू में छूट: यूपी में अब रात 11 बजे तक खुल सकेंगी दुकानें व बाजार, सुबह 6 बजे तक प्रभावी रहेगी बंदी

सार UP Covid Curfew News: यूपी में कोरोना की नियंत्रित स्थिति को देखते हुए रात्रिकालीन कर्फ्यू में एक घंटे की छूट दी गई है। अब रात 11 बजे तक दुकानें व बाजार खुल सकेंगे। मुख्यमंत्री योगी आदित्यनाथ। – फोटो : amar ujala ख़बर सुनें ख़बर सुनें उत्तर प्रदेश में कोरोना की नियंत्रित स्थिति को देखते हुए बाजारों व दुकानों के रात 11 बजे तक खुलने की अनुमति दी गई है। वहीं, रात्रिकालीन कर्फ्यू रात्रि 11…

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West Bengal में 15 सितंबर तक बढ़ाई गईं कोरोना पाबंदियां, रात 11 बजे से सुबह 5 बजे तक रहेगा Night Curfew

West Bengal में 15 सितंबर तक बढ़ाई गईं कोरोना पाबंदियां, रात 11 बजे से सुबह 5 बजे तक रहेगा Night Curfew

West Bengal पश्चिम बंगाल में कोरोना पाबंदियों की समयसीमा को 15 सितंबर तक के लिए बढ़ा दिया गया है. हालांकि इस दौरान राज्य सरकार ने नाइट कर्फ्यू की टाइमिंग में बदलाव किया है.  पश्चिम बंगाल में 15 सितंबर तक बढ़ाई गईं कोरोना पाबंदियां. (फाइल फोटो) Doonited Affiliated: Syndicate News Feed Source link

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Corona Virus Update?

how is recent covid-19 corona virus situations and the vaccine updates?

[hakobert]

EU #Wertpapierregulierungsbehörde prüft, ob die #Kryptovermögenswerte in ihren 12 Billionen € Investment #Fondsmarkt zugelassen werden sollen. Dies könnte möglicherweise die #Bitcoin Türe zu einer großen #Mainstream Einführung öffnen!

[doonitedin]

राज्य में कर्फ्यू 13 जुलाई तक बढ़ा, शॉपिंग मॉल 50 फीसद क्षमता के साथ खुल सकेंगे

राज्य में कर्फ्यू 13 जुलाई तक बढ़ा, शॉपिंग मॉल 50 फीसद क्षमता के साथ खुल सकेंगे

उत्तराखंड में अनलॉक प्रक्रिया के तहत सरकार ने कोविड कर्फ्यू में और ढील दे दी है। वहीं कर्फ्यू 13 जुलाई तक बढ़ा दिया गया है। प्रदेश में लागू कोविड कर्फ्यू को 13 जुलाई सुबह छह बजे तक बढ़ा दिया गया है। वहीं अब शॉपिंग मॉल 50 फीसद क्षमता के साथ खुल सकेंगे। लेकिन स्विमिंग पूल और सिनेमा हॉल खोलने पर प्रतिबंध जारी रहेगा।  वहीं अब व्यापारिक संगठन अपने हिसाब से एक दिन दुकानें बंद कर सकेंगे। प्रदेश में…