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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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What if?

Hunger Games

Haymitch Abernathy x female! reader

Warning: curse words, haymitch kinda being a lil horn dog

Specifics: comedy, romance, angst, one-shot, prompts, pics, race neutral reader

People: haymitch abernathy, president snow

Words: 1,427

Requested: By anon Hello, could you please write something about Haymitch x reader (Hunger Games) ? They're both former winners for their respective districts, longtime friends and they’ve feelings for each other but have never dared to confess anything to the other, with prompt #1: “how much did you drink?”, prompt #11: "you owe me a kiss." and prompt #21: "you’re not very intimidating." Thank you !

Prompts:

1 - “how much did you drink?”

11 - “you owe me a kiss.”

21 - “you’re not very intimidating.”

Authors Note: ooooooooh i love how this one turned out! usually i hate my crappy writing but idk maybe i was overly inspired and i feel this came out actually pretty good imnotgonnalie!!! anywho i feel tho that this love story aint that rlly finished...i might IF YA GIRL GOT TIME i might write a second part to this idk i just IDK I REALLY FRICKIN LOVE THIS!!! i hope u guys do and thnx anon for request and if u guys ever want me to tag u...u know where to find me

You gathered your things, checking your attire as you stepped in front of a mirror.

“I hate these things,” you muttered to yourself as you added the finishing touches to your makeup. You were on your way to a gathering, a party, where it was for the new tributes to the Hunger Games.

Did you want to be there? No.

Did you have to be there? Yes.

You were a fierce mentor for your district. You had to show up, it was needed for the place you were in. People had to see that your district was trying.

As you went over there you saw the invitation. Written in beautiful writing but smelling of a terrible, pungent odor you recognized it as President Snow’s scent.

“Awful smell,” you covered your nose, throwing your invitation in your purse you stared longingly at the window. This will be another time where you would have to be face to face with Haymitch. You two started off as rivals but then eventually turned into longtime good friends. A point in time when you were maturing you two fell out of communication until recently you and Haymitch got back together as if there were never a space between you two. As if there never was a time when you two didn't see each other, it was like old times. Upon seeing him again however sparked something within that didn’t spark when you used to see him when you were younger. He age like fine wine. Becoming more gruff and tough than his youthful days, always leaning towards alcohol.

Why did you have to see him again? You were fine all those years but now you yearned for something stronger. You yearned to see him daily, to express your feelings to him finally, you just wanted him to know the truth before it was too late. You were for once in your life terrified. You’ve been through the Hunger games, yet love scared you more than death.

You arrived and stepped into the building. There were some old faces and some new but most of the people there were all fake. They wore a mask, a facade to agree with the Capital. You were not about that lifestyle. You believed everyone was entitled to their own opinion, they deserved a voice, a say.

You were alone admiring the decor, noticing a few things here and there, like the way the glitter sparkled when the light hit it, or how the light blonde hair flew by like a feather against the bedazzled, sparkly background.

“Wait blonde hair?”

As you looked to see who it was the person knocked into you almost sending you flying back into the bar but you caught the other and yourself just in time. “Hey what the he*l?”

“Don’t use that tone with me...young....lady,” Haymitch sorta slurred as he stood up straight, holding the glass cup to his lips. He was about to take a swig of his drink but he paused and squinted at you. “My you’re beautiful...who are you again?”

You rolled your eyes. Of course Haymitch was drunk, when was he never. You placed your hands on your hip, you were almost like a parent to him sometimes. However, the feelings that rested within you did not leave or escape instead they made a home in your heart, rooting its way within your very veins. This was going to be impossible.

“Hello to you to Haymitch. I’m your worst nightmare.”

“Nooooooooooo,” Haymitch patted his lips with his finger as if thinking, “thats not it. You’re someone special, god I feel like I know you.”

“Are you serious Haymitch? Thats because you do know me! I’m y/n l/n! Remember?”

Haymitch was calm for a few seconds but then his eyes widened and a smile took onto his face. “See now I remember you, just took me a few minutes but I still got it. When you were younger you used to make me pins to wear every time we met, got any for me this time?”

You chuckled, unbelieving to you that he still thought about those minuscule gifts that you gave him so many years ago. “No not this time.”

Haymitch tried walking forward but he almost fell onto a group of people. He was swaying back and forth. “These parties are a pain in the as*.

“Tell me about it.”

Haymitch cackled as he tried taking another drink from his alcohol. You grabbed onto his arm to stop him. “Let go of me y/n.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“NO!”

“YES!”

“NO! Give me that,” you took the cup away from him and he tried grabbing it from you but you chugged the rest down.

Haymitch glared at you, “you b*tch.”

“B.I.T.C.H Beautiful Intelligent Talented Charming and Hot yeah i know. Now lets go get you sitting down so you don’t hurt yourself.” You guided Haymitch into a quiet room as you tried sitting him down. He moved out of the way and instead started to dance a little. His eyebrows wiggled as he bit his lip, “is this where you have fun with me and we moan so loud the rest of the bastar*s can hear us?”

“How much did you drink?”

“Enough to make me even forget why I’m here.”

“I can see that, wow.” You sat on the edge of the bed and Haymitch plopped himself beside you. You smiled up at him. His face made you reminisce, made you think about memories. Back then he was such an important person in your life.

“Do you ever wish you could go back in time? Go back to when we were wild teenagers?”

You shrugged, “sometimes I do and then sometimes I don’t. My life is full of responsibilities now and so is yours. We are mentors now, its our job and duty to make sure these kids succeed.”

“You always were the serious type,” he scoffed.

“I was always the calm and reliable one, while you were off lying down with every girl and drinking every drink.”

Haymitch smiled as he thought about the past, “do you remember that one time me and you went to the lake and swam all night? The water was just perfect and the moon was so god dam* big I thought it was about to fall on us. Do you remember when our bodies met and touched? All wet, your lips perfect, our hearts beating fast as we got closer and closer to each other almost meeting. We almost but then...you stopped. You owe me a kiss.”

Trying to get his words out of your mind you pushed him back so he could lay down. “I think you are way too drunk.” You were bashful.

Haymitch caught your arm and stared directly into your orbs, the windows to your soul. “Y/n, why did you stop?”

You clenched your hands into fists as you fought to stay in eye contact. “I was scared. We were young and I didn’t know if I would ever see you again. Then we just drifted apart. We’re grown up. Its time to forget about the past.”

Haymitch sat up so his forehead rested against yours, “how can I forget about the past when you were there? How can I not look forward to the future when you are here in the present?”

His collar shriveled up as you gripped onto it with all your might. “Haymitch you’re making this too difficult for me.” You inched closer and closer, wanting his lips. Wanting to finally connect.

“Then how about I make it easy for you and shut you up already.” He crept closer and closer until you rested your head against his shoulder, “I should probably go.”

Haymitch heaved a heavy sigh. He thought he was finally getting to you. He thought the pain of not being together was over. All he wanted was you and that kiss.

“It was nice seeing you Haymitch, hopefully we can stay in touch. Now you stay here for a while, get better.” You grabbed all your things and were about to leave the room when Haymitch says, “next time. Next time, I’ll get ya. Just you watch. I’ll make sure I’ll kiss you and I know for a fact you will end up kissing me.”

You raised your brow, “You’re not very intimidating.”

“I’m not?”

You opened the door and taking a final glance of your past and present lover you thought of the what if. What if you did kiss? What would have happened?

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raipurnews · 5 years ago

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Gov, CM , Speaker, BJP President condole death of Senior Journalist Govindlal Vora .

Governor Balaramji Dass Tandon, Chief Minister Dr Rama Singh, Speaker Gauri Shankar Agrawal & Bhartiya Janata Party State President Dharamlal Kaushik today expressed their condolences on the demise of senior journalist Govindlal Vora. He was younger brother of veteran Congress Leader Motilal Vora.

Governor Balaramji Dass Tandon has expressed profound grief on the sad demise of veteran Journalist & Chief Editor of Hindi daily "Amrit Sandesh" Late Govindlal Vora . The governor in his condolence message said that Late Govindlal Vora has made invaluable contribution to Journalism of State & Country . He gave a new direction to the society with his writings . His demise is an irreparable loss to the Journalism of Chattisgarh. Governor Tandon empathised with the grief-stricken family of Late Mr Vora & prayed for the departed soul to rest in peace . In his message, Chief Minister Dr Rama Singh said in his death, Golden Era in Chattisgarh Journalism had came to an end . Dr Rama Singh added that Late Govindlal Vora was a simple man , easy to get along with & was one of the finest and brightest Journalist in the entire state . He served Journalism for six long decades. His demise in an irreparable lost to the Hindi Journalism . It may be recalled that Late Govindlal Vora was former Editor of "Navbharat Daily" & Chief editor of " Amrit Sandesh" for the past 34 years. He died late last night at a private hospital in New Delhi . CM Dr. Rama Singh who is currently touring Bastar as a part of state wide Vikas Yatra expressed his deep condolences while disclosing the sad news at his media briefing this morning at Kondagaon . Dr Rama Singh and assembled Journalist observed silence as a marknof respect to the departed soul.

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classyfoxdestiny · 3 years ago

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Dindori: As district gets added to India’s Maoist map, what it means for State

Fitari is quiet. The kind of quiet that can only exists in a village in the middle of a Sal forest, its people from a tribe famously reclusive. A thin black tarred road snakes its way to the village, cutting through the Maikal hills, and two small rivulets. As a vehicle passes, the children scatter and the adults stop and stare. Most watch with surprise. The sound of an engine, or the voices of outsiders are still rare.

But there is now wariness in those eyes too. For uniformed visitors, both Maoists and the police, have become increasingly frequent. And for villages in Dindori, now on the country’s Maoist map, that can only mean trouble.

In July this year, the Union home ministry revised its list of districts affected by Left Wing Extremism across the country, bringing them down from 90 to 70. In every affected state, except one, the number of districts either stayed the same, or came down. The only addition, Madhya Pradesh’s Dindori.

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The list has also seen Chhattisgarh’s Mungeli district replacing Balod, which shares a border with Dindori, and the already declared Kabirdham district.

For security agencies, this is an admission that a decade long expansion project of the Maoists into these parts, first spotted in 2012, called the MMC (Maharashtra-Madhya Pradesh-Chhattisgarh confluence) zone requires focussed attention.

For 17-year-old Maha Singh Dhruv, the classification brings no solace, just a sense of dread, of the uncertainty and fear impending conflict bring.

“For the last year, I fear entering the forest thinking that if someday they (Maoists) meet me and ask for help, what will I do? I will have to help them because they carry weapons and if I do, the police will ask a hundred questions,” Dhruv said.

Dhruv is a Baiga, who form more than 80% of the population in Fitari, which has a population of 500 voters. The tribe, famously reclusive, are one of the 75 notified Particularly Vulnerable Tribal Groups (PVTG) in the country, and one of the seven notified in Madhya Pradesh.

The government defines PVTG’s as “tribal communities who have declining or stagnant population, low level of literacy, pre-agricultural level of technology and are economically backward”.

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Dhruv lost his father very young, and lives in small one room hut with his mother. He went to school in the village itself, but dropped out when his father died. Like with everyone else in the village, there is no income, only subsistence. There is paddy that grows seasonally in two acres of land, and a small kitchen garden where there are long stalks of maize. The rest, the forest has always provided for. But now, with the peace beginning to break, Dhruv wants to leave. “I want to leave this place now. I need a job in Dindori town, 80 kilometres away,” Dhruv said.

The mechanics of identification

The police focus is on three police station areas in Dindori district, Samnapur, Bajag and Karanjiya. The village has electricity but no mobile towers, and to make a phone call, the few who have phones climb up to specific areas atop hills where the signal bar on the handset flickers on.

Senior police officials told HT that earlier this year, they were given inputs of a team of Maoists attempting to speak to villagers in Fitari. Silence is perhaps the best escape and Dhule Baiga has an answer everyone else does too. “I know nothing,�� he says.

Sanjay Singh, superintendent of police, Dindori, said the movement and interaction that the police have noticed in the area, have been in and around 65 villages, mostly in “Baiga Chak”.

In 1890, the then colonial government had notified “Baiga Chak” as an area that the Baigas lived in, where they would practice shifting agriculture, locally called “Bewar”. The residents would burn patches of forests and then sow seeds with the government instead training them to practice “settled farming”. At the time, the Baiga Chak had seven villages, but the term is now commonly used to refer to 52 villages, both in Madhya Pradesh and Chhattisgarh.

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But even if villagers are afraid to talk of the increase presence of Maoists, the police argue that there are clear indications of a growing presence. In 2018, four kilometres away from Fetari, in the biggest local market in Dhurkuta, where everything from an umbrella to spices is sold, a driver spotted a group of 28 armed cadres crossing the forests. “I remember it was a chilly morning and I was returning from a marriage in Dhurkuta. I counted them. Initially , I thought they were police personnel but later because they were very cautious, I realised that they are Maoists,” said the driver, tracked down by HT, who lives in Chhattisgarh’s Kabhirdham, bordering Dindori.

Acting on this information, the police had at the time, sent teams to the village and found telltale footprints at the spot the driver had mentioned. “I tried to ask the villagers but most said nothing. Only one elderly Baiga told me that he saw those people twice walking outside the village,” a local police officer said.

Officers of the Chhattisgarh and Madhya Pradesh Police, who have interrogated surrendered cadres that worked in the MMC zone in the last three years believe that the Maoists are developing a new ‘base area’ in the dense Amarkantak forests. Amarkantak is where the Vindhya, Maikal and Satpura ranges converge in Madhya Pradesh and Chhattisgarh.

In 2012, the Central Committee of the CPI (Maoist) decided to form this new zone, apart from the one already operational in Bastar called the Dandakaranya Special Zonal Committee (DKSZC). Documents accessed by the police show that by 2017, the work of “social investigation” was completed by “vistar platoons” covering more than 500 villages in the area. This survey included analysis of demography, target population, economic status, employment, and socio-economic problems of the area along with the identification of safe routes for the movement of armed cadres. The aim is to create another “Abhujhmaad”, which is a 4000 square kilometre area in south Bastar, unmapped by the government, and known to be the area where members of the Central Committee of the CPI(Maoist) live and operate from.

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In their conversations, surrendered cadres have told police that the Maoists have surveyed the forests to map water bodies, high vantage points to watch the movement of troops and police stations in a bid to create a safe zone. The team responsible for developing this passage and base area is headed by Maoist commander Rakesh Ode, originally from Gadchiroli, who heads a team of 22 armed cadres. Rakesh heads three Area Committees of CPI (Maoist) – Bhoramdeo, Bodla and Khatiamocha and reports to Kabeer who heads the Kanha Bhoramdeo (KB) division of the MMC zone. Police records show that there are a total of 85 armed cadres operating in the area, of which 34 are women.

The beginning of a vicious cycle?

The increase in the Maoist presence is also throwing up a familiar, hotly contested argument, one that has caused much strife in areas such as Bastar. The Dindori police plan to set up four new police camps in the area, at Chauradadar, Padaripani, Chada and Gaurakanhari, all in Baiga Chak. In Dhurkuta, this plan worries Arjun Singh Dhruv, president of the Baiga Nritak Dal and a retired teacher. “I don’t know about Maoists and their presence in this area, but one thing is concerning for us – our freedom. When the forces will be deployed, we will be caged,” Dhruv said.

Dhruv said that Baiga culture has very little crime, close to no theft, so much so that there are very few homes that even own a lock. “The nearest police station, Bajag is 28 km from this village but when the police from outside (referring to paramilitary personnel) come to this area they definitely intrude into our daily lives, and can harass us,” he said.

Dr Vijay Chaurasia, a homeopathy doctor based in Baiga Chak, and author of the book “Prakriti Putra Baiga” shares similar concerns and said that it took him close to a decade to win the confidence of the Baigas. “If the Maoists are talking to Baigas and trying to enter this peaceful community, they are actually harming them. But the government decision to deploy forces in this area makes this tribe venerable. This is bad move,” he said.

But Ved Ram Hanote, Station House Officer of the Bajag police station has already spotted signs of a shift in stance and vocabulary in some sections of the population. “We have information that some people, possibly Maoists, are entering remote villages of Baiga Chak and encouraging the residents to encroach forest land for cultivation. To me it seems that the language of Baigas has changed, they have a new vocabulary where some are talking about rights and laws. Rights and laws are not bad in themselves, just that the change in words tells me that a new influence has seeped in,” Hanote said.

Although there has been no recorded Maoist violence in Dindori, the district police believe that the villages inside the forest of Dindori are now a “safe area” for Maoists. In March 2021, a massive anti-Maoist operation was launched by the Mandla police where, under fire, the Maoists escaped towards Dindori and settled there for about a week. “They travel along a river called Kharmer, which borders two states every time they feel pressure in Chhattisgarh or Mandla,” said the Dindori SP, adding that the state government had been trying to include Dindori in MHA’s list for last two years.

He said that he hoped that the Baigas being reclusive would stem the spread of Maoist influence, but hidden in that, is a double edged sword. “They rarely entertain outsiders and therefore the chances of widespread Maoist influence is less. But if the Maoists do manage this, then it would be really difficult for us because they rarely say anything to the police,” said Singh.

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The district plans to deploy all Baiga policemen in these areas, who will aid the paramilitary in their operations, and attempt to “keep a check on them”. The plan is to deploy 400 central forces, but augment them with 550 district police personnel. “We have started training officers to prevent any harassment in the region. The behaviour of police must change while working in these tribal dominated areas; otherwise the Maoists could take advantage and we will lose the trust of the community,” said the SP.

However, within the state apparatus, there is no unanimity on what is clearly a complicated question. Intelligence officials HT has spoken to said that the large number of deployments themselves may be what the Maoists want the state to do. “I think that the Maoists want such a deployment of police forces because this will make tribes feel threatened and in turn, they create ideological space for themselves. What is need of such a huge deployment? These villages are merely a passage of Maoists towards Amarkantak. Baigas don’t like uniformed people and hence it could be dangerous,” an officer posted in the region said.

The Chhattisgarh dimension

In Chhattisgarh’s neighbouring Mungeli district, also newly added to the list of Maoist districts by the MHA, around 50 villages of the Khudiya post in Lormi, are being watched closely by the state. Police functionaries said that all of these are Baiga dominated villages and more than ten “interactions” have been recorded in the past year. Remote and sparsely populated, these villages get cut off in the monsoon.

“My brother lives in Aurapani and guards a small rest house there. He told me that about a year ago , four people in black uniforms came and asked him several questions about and topography. They enter our village from Ajgar Pahad in Mungeli,” said Chamran Singh Baiga, who once lived in Aurapanu, but has since moved to Mahuamacha village.

A senior police officer, posted in Chhattisgarh’s capital of Raipur said Mungeli has developed into an area of strategic importance for the MMC zone. “We have included the district in our list Khudiya outpost is the entrance point of their base area –the Amarkantak forests. If they get support or recruitment from the villages alongside, it will be very difficult to contain them in next few years,” said the officer.

Chhattisgarh DGP DM Awasthi said the state wanted to be careful with its planning and deployment and not exacerbate a sensitive situation. “In 2018, Kabirdham was added in MHAs list and now we have decided to add Mungeli. The reason is simple, Maoists are expanding MMC zone towards Amarakant and it is important to check them. We are still thinking about deployment and based on intelligence inputs decisions will be taken,” Awasthi said.

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jeonminhao · 8 years ago

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Hymne à l'amour [ Min Yoongi ]

BTS MIN YOONGI | 6K WORDS | ANGST + FLUFF

Summary: SOULMATE AU! This was how his morning came to be. He would dragged himself out of the bed and into the bathroom he shared with his roommates so he could wash up. Once he dried himself, he would lowered the toilet lid and sat on it while taking out a drawing pen from the bathroom drawer under the sink, the guilt never once stop gnawing at his heart as he traced his fading tattoo, thanking the heavens for giving him a talent in art. He would walk out the bathroom when he was done, feeling like a complete fraud, the same words ringing in his head over and over again. Min Yoongi was a fucking coward and a filthy liar.

A.N : Let me know what you think! Not really proof-read to there may be some mistakes

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Min Yoongi, despite his brash and straightforward personality, was a fucking coward.

He laughed quietly to himself as he picked up the fine-tip drawing pen and neatly traced the fading cursive words on his left arm with impressive precision, a painfully heartbreaking routine he had to put himself through everyday. He had done it countless times, too many times, he realized, when he easily pressed the tip of the pen on his skin without a single hesitation, his muscles remembering each strokes and movements as he covered the fading ink with a new black ink of his pen. How pathetic could you be, he thought, eyes fixed on the newly touched-up cursive name on his wrist. How many nights did he spend praying, to God he didn’t even know, hoping it would stay on his skin for the rest of his life? And how many mornings did he spend watching the ink wash away under the running hot water, furious at the universe for being so cruel to him? Didn’t he spend enough time suffering? Hasn’t he done enough for the world? How many bad things do one had to suffer through before they get to be happy? Was it the universe’s way of telling him he was fucked? Well, fuck you too. Yoongi scoffed and threw the marker back into the drawer, slamming it shut before he exited the bathroom.

This was how his morning came to be. He would dragged himself out of the bed and into the bathroom he shared with his roommates so he could wash up. Once he dried himself, he would lowered the toilet lid and sat on it while taking out a drawing pen from the bathroom drawer under the sink, the guilt never once stop gnawing at his heart as he traced his fading tattoo, thanking the heavens for giving him a talent in art. He would walk out the bathroom when he was done, feeling like a complete fraud, the same words ringing in his head over and over again.

Min Yoongi was a fucking coward and a filthy liar.

It was only 7 A.M, which meant Yoongi had about two more hours before he had to go downstairs to start his shift at the coffeeshop, a small business he started with his six best friends. He could hear Jin’s nagging voice from the first floor, followed by Jimin’s almost inaudible complaint. There was a faint singing coming from Taehyung’s and Hoseok’s room, signalling their excitement to start the day. Yoongi shook his head in disbelief, strands of mint hair hung on his face. How could someone be that excited instead of nursing a hangover, he wondered, recalling his two friends’ drunk shenanigans the night before. There were still traces of last night’s dinner on the dining table, empty soju bottles, dirty plates, empty takeout boxes, and a few glasses. It was Namjoon’s turn to wash the dishes, he shrugged, making no effort to clean it up as he walked past it and headed straight towards the kitchen. He grabbed a box of cereal from the shelf and walked over to the fridge to take out the cold milk, eyes glancing at the balcony window.

The morning looked as somber as his heart, which brought out a childish sense of pride in him. He watched the grey clouds slowly covered the blue sky and the sun that had just risen, the dull colors of the apartment buildings across the street slightly blanketed with morning fog, the familiar grey cat that seemed to be too comfortable with sleeping on the window ledge. The radio made a crackling sound as it delivered today’s weather forecast: chance of gusty wind, thunderstorm, downpour. Perfect. Yoongi sarcastically thought, shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, slowly getting lost in the dull yet oddly comforting scenery outside the window of his apartment.

“Coffee?” Namjoon’s voice startled him and he jumped on his seat, loud curses spilled out of his lips as he dropped the spoon into his almost empty cereal bowl with a loud clank. The younger male raised his eyebrows in amusement pointing his chin at the freshly brewed coffee on the kitchen counter as he made his way to the kitchen sink to wash the dirty dishes. “You look like shit, hyung.”

“Well, you would too if your room is directly next to Taehyung, Jimin, and Hobi who decided 1 A.M is the perfect time to belt out Fantastic Baby.” Yoongi retorted as he poured himself a cup of black coffee, trying to not wince at the scalding temperature.

“If it’s any consolation, Jimin is hungover as fuck and he’s trying not to chuck a broom at Jin hyung downstairs.”

“Good.” Yoongi chuckled as he dumped his empty cereal bowl on the sink, earning a stink-eye from Namjoon, which he promptly ignored. “I’m gonna go and watch him suffer.”

Taehyung was the one who came up with the name Bangtan Cafe, a name that still made Yoongi rolled his eyes and pretended he hated it whenever he had to say it out loud to customers. But his friends knew better. His lips would tilt into a tiniest of smile, barely noticeable and they could always see the millisecond flash of proud twinkle in his eyes as he muttered out the words. Yoongi loved this cafe as much as they did, despite his constant grumbling and snappish personality when he had to deal with irksome customers.

He pushed open the wooden door that connected the cafe to the stairs of the apartment, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and newly baked cookies wafted over him as he walked over to the back office. He ignored the curious stares of their customers, a bunch of sleep deprived college students, desperate to get their daily intake of caffeine to get through the day. Yoongi turned the knob on the door, unsurprised when he found Jungkook sprawled on the floor of his office, sleeping like the dead with papers strewn all over the floor, his laptop still playing a soft tune. He raise his eyebrows in amusement as he closed the door and set his coffee mug on the table.

“Wake up, kid. You’re gonna be late to class.” He nudged Jungkook with his foot before he sat on the chair and turned on his laptop. A sleepy groan escaped the younger boy’s lips before he opened his eyes, mumbling incoherent sentences that Yoongi couldn’t quite catch. It was adorable, really, not that Yoongi would say it out loud.

“What time is it, Hyung?”

“Almost nine.” Yoongi replied, eyes focused on the computer screen in front of him.

“Shit!” Jungkook cursed out loud. He scrambled to his feet, staggering at the sudden movement and gathered the papers into a messy stack. “See you soon, hyung.” He hastily added before rushing out of Yoongi’s office.

“Did he sleep here again?” Jimin peek inside a small smile.

“And woke up late again.” Yoongi nodded. It was a good thing that the cafe was located only a few blocks away from the college or Jungkook would have failed his classes years ago. “Do you need anything, Jimin? I could hear your fangirls screaming for your names outside.” He smirked at Jimin’s flushed cheeks. Yoongi, despite his indifference and his love to stay cooped up in his office, knew that there was a group of college girls who always came everyday at 8 A.M to order decadent, diabetes inducing drinks and to chat up Jimin. One of them actually tried to talk to him once, only to leave him a few minutes later when he gave her a cold glare.

“Fuck you.” Jimin replied, lips quirked into a teasing smile that Yoongi loathed. “Speaking of girls…”

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence, Park Jimin.” Yoongi narrowed his eyes at Jimin’s smug smile. This little bastar–

“The love of your life is here!” Jimin finished with a cackle as he dodged a book Yoongi had thrown his way and ran out, too engrossed in his teasing to notice the slight falter of Yoongi’s expression.

He didn’t know when all of this started. Who was he kidding. He exactly knew when this lying habit of his started, even the exact day and date, September 1st 2016.

It was a chilly Thursday night and Yoongi was drunk out of his mind. Jungkook just told him about his soulmate mark that appeared earlier that day and everyone was out celebrating, happy for their youngest who finally got his mark in his 19th birthday. And he wanted to be happy for Jungkook too. Really. The maknae might be a little too enthusiastic and too loud at times, but Jungkook was nothing but adorable and he had been living under their care ever since his family died in an accident. Yoongi had never seen the boy looked so happy in his life and couldn’t ruin it with the bitterness that had lodged itself in his heart. So he did what he had to do. He gave Jungkook the most sincere smile he could muster, said his congratulations, laughed a little when the latter looked at him in surprise, and retreated back to his room before anyone could see the tears brimming in his eyes.

“You okay?” Jin stepped into his room without knocking. Yoongi looked up to find Jin staring at him with a small smile. He knew Jin was worried about him and that his was still bare of any names even though it had been four years since his 19th birthday and a year since he met his soulmate. The older guy didn’t mention anything and stood by the doorway, waiting for him to speak. This was the thing about Jin. He never looked at him like he was some kind of a glitch. There were no pity in his eyes. And Yoongi hated it. He could always came out with snarky responses when people gave him sad smiles, or snapped at them. But this. This was different. This made Yoongi’s heart constricted painfully. This just made him feel the emotions he had hidden, tucked away in a box inside his heart.

“I’m not. But it’s okay.” Yoongi honestly replied.

“Okay.” Jin nodded and left his room without another word.

Yoongi is not feeling so well, he could hear Jin’s smooth voice outside his room a moment later. He wants us to go without him. Yoongi turned his attention away from the door, blocking out their voices with the sound of his music. It’s okay. I’m used to it.

Two hours and five soju bottles later, Yoongi realized how empty he was feeling, cursing the alcohol for not helping him forget. And his alcohol-ridden mind seemed to focus on only one thing, the small drawing pen lying on his desk. He reached out and uncapped the pen, eyes glancing down to his bare wrist. Just this time, he thought to himself as he shakily pressed the pen to his skin. He slowly wrote her name in cursive, lips curled into a sad smile as he watched the black ink bleed into his skin. He could imagine her blooming smile and the little laugh of hers he loved so much and wondered if she was really alright with not having her name etched on his wrist.

They were trying to sleep when he said his apology. “I’m sorry. I know you dreamed of this all your life and you expected your soulmate to have your name too. But I don’t and I’m sorry you have to end up with me.”

“I’ll love you no matter what, Yoongi.” He heard her say, face buried in his chest as they lie on the messy bed. Yoongi only hummed as he drew random patterns on her bare back with his thumb. He knew that tone a little too well and he knew that despite what she said, she still deserved someone who was not a glitch like him.

She looked up a moment later, eyes filled with so much love it made his heart thundered loudly against his ribcage. “I love you.” Yoongi slowly said, cheeks flushed pink at the 1 AM confession.

He fell back to the bed as the memory flashed before him, eyes still fixated on her name on his wrist. He wondered if there were other people like him, who waited for one specific name to came out, only to feel hopeless with each passing day when their wrists were still bare of any mark. People who had to stare into the eyes of their loved ones, knowing they might not be destined together.

“Yoongi?” His eyes widened at the familiar voice. Did he finally lose his mind–

“Yoongi?” This was not a hallucination nor a dream. She was here. Yoongi’s face brightened a little as he scrambled to open the door.

And there she was, with her warm smile and fond eyes that trailed over to his wrist– Fuck. He quickly pulled down the sleeve of his sweater, smiling sheepishly at her. “What’s up?” He tried to distract her, but it was too late.

“Is… Uhm.. Is that my name?” She meekly asked with flushed cheeks.

Apparently, his drunk self was more desperate than his sober self. The words ‘yes’ escaped his lips before he could even stop himself. He winced while she looked down at her wrist and unstrapped the watch that hid the name of her soulmate. That hid his name. That was the moment when he realized there were nothing more heartbreaking and painful than this moment.

“We finally matched.” She grinned and he sobered immediately at his name written on her wrist. She wrapped her arms around him and tiptoed to give him a kiss. And despite the warmth of her skin, Yoongi could still feel icy guilt crept up on him, threatening to suffocate him. He didn’t even know how he could still smile at her and feel like a complete fraud at the same time. It was just one time, he told himself, making a mental promise to come clean tomorrow morning. But who was he trying to kid? One night turned to two, and then a week, and a month and before he could realize it, a year had passed.

“Yoongi-Yoongi!” Yoongi snapped out of his train of thoughts at the chirpy voice. She was waving at him excitedly, her black apron hung loose on her neck. She was struggling to tie a knot of the apron and it took him a solid minute before he strode towards her and tied it up for her instead.

“You’re turning into Namjoon.” He commented when she almost tripped over her own feet trying to face him.

“Very funny.” She rolled her eyes, cheeks tinted pink at their close proximities and the soft smile Yoongi gave her that made her weak in the knees and sent her heart racing. She could hear whispers behind her, customers who were genuinely surprised that the mint-haired boy was capable of emotion other than displeasure. She fleetingly wondered if they really thought Yoongi was some kind of android. Her daydream was destroyed by Yoongi who tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear with his head tilted in confusion.

“You’re making that face again.” He pointed out with a small grin.

“I am not.” She narrowed her eyes, smacking his arm playfully as she walked back to the counter with Yoongi trailing behind her. He sat next to her while she took over the registry to let Jin eat his breakfast.

“Good morning! What can I get you?” [Y/N] smiled widely at the young woman standing in front of her, who kept staring at Yoongi with lovestuck eyes.

“Hi, Yoongi-oppa.”

“She asked you a question.” Yoongi flatly said, pointing his finger at [Y/N]. The woman looked unfazed by his coldness, smiling a little when he turned away from her.

“I was wondering if you want to go out on a da–”

“This woman right here is my soulmate.” Yoongi said with monotonous voice, startling the woman. “And I would appreciate it if you decide what you want to order or leave, cause there are people waiting behind you.”

[Y/N] bit back the smile and gave the woman an apologetic look. “So, do you want to order anything?”

“No thanks.” The woman snapped, leaving [Y/N] flabbergasted.

“That was quick.” Taehyung commented as he settled next to [Y/N]. “Now say goodbye to your girlfriend and start working, Hyung. Jin hyung is going to kill you if he found out you kicked out another customer.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes but stood up nevertheless. “See you at lunch.” He mumbled, kissing [Y/N]’s forehead before he made his way back to his office.

“How romantic.” Taehyung flatly responded, earning a smack on the head from [Y/N].

“Shut up, Tae.”

The light drizzle had turned to heavy downpour by the time their morning shift ended and the somewhat blissful atmosphere in the cafe soon turned to more of a chaos, with Jimin slipping over a wet puddle by the front door right before he left the cafe to grab some lunch. There was a thud accompanied with a loud crack that made Jimin shouted strings of profanities and painful groans. Taehyung, who was trying to juggle a few empty coffee cups, quickly sprinted towards his friend. He panicked at the sight of Jimin’s weirdly bent wrist, not noticing the wet puddle in front of him. One screaming voice soon turned to two, and by the time Yoongi and Namjoon walked out of the office, Taehyung was hugging [Y/N] with teary eyes while they sat next to Jin who was trying to assess Jimin’s wrist. [Y/N] gave Yoongi a small smile as she rubbed Taehyung’s back to comfort him.

“The fuck happened here?” Yoongi frowned.

“I’m going to take them to the hospital. I think he broke his wrist,” Jin looked up with a grimace and pointed his finger at Taehyung. “This kid panicked and fell down and sprained his ankle.”

“Take Namjoon with you, hyung. [Y/N] and I will manage the cafe. Hoseok and Jungkook will be back in a few hours and there weren’t that many customers.” Yoongi spoke out. “We’ll be fine.” He added with a smile when the older guy turned to him with a skeptical look.

“Are you sure?” Namjoon asked as he helped Taehyung got on his feet.

“Yeah. We’ll be fine.” [Y/N] nodded with a smile. “Drive safely, Seokjin.”

Something was bound to go wrong at some point and Yoongi had been living in constant anxiety the past year, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He came up with scenarios and ways to explain why he did what he did. Yet not even his vast and creative imagination could come up with the scene unfolding in front of him.

The crowds had died down, leaving him and [Y/N] with several regular college students who were too busy with their work to pay attention to what was happening around them. It was quiet and he loved it. He juggled a bunch of dirty coffee cups and tiny plates back to the kitchen sink, sleeves rolled up to his elbow so he could wash the dishes without wetting his favorite shirt. [Y/N] busied herself with the cash registry and refilling coffee cups for the poor students. It took him a while to realize he couldn’t hear [Y/N]’s random humming voice nor her cheerful voice. Face turned into a confused frown, he looked up and his eyes widened when he found [Y/N] standing near the kitchen entrance, eyes glued to his wrist.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Your mark.” She whispered and Yoongi quickly looked down to his ‘mark’, a faded cursive word of her name. His eyes widened as he turned back to her and his mind scrambled to find a logical reasoning for his lies. “It wasn’t real?”

“[Y/N]–”

“Was it fun?” She cut him off. “Trying to play with my feelings, Yoongi?” She asked, her lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“I’m not playing with your feelings!” He quickly said, feeling frustration took over him. “Do you know how pathetic it was to not have your name here?! Do you know how embarrassing it would be if people saw it?” The words slipped past his lips even before he could think about it and regret washed over him when he saw the hurt flashed across her face.

“Embarrassed.” She blinked back her tears and let out a laugh. “That’s your excuse to lie?”

“I just want your name on my wrist.” Yoongi quietly said as he looked away from her. “I’m a glitch and you deserve someone who has your name on their wrist but I’m too selfish to let you go and I just– I just want to have your name on my wrist. You’re my soulmate.”

A long silence stretched between them and it took every inch of his being to find the courage to look at her. She was standing with her back straight, eyes bright with fresh tears that made his heart ache. Her lips trembled and she bit her lips roughly, leaving a slight indentation of his teeth when she opened her mouth to speak. And Yoongi, the occasionally brash person who never let fear took control of him, when faced with her and his exposed lies, did the one thing he knew he would regret.

“I’m sorry. I have to go.”

He left.

Jungkook was exhausted and all he wanted was to curled up in his bed with [Y/N]’s special chocolate drink and his video games. His lips tilted into a small smile as he walked faster towards the red bricked building he called home for the past years. He could already imagine [Y/N] be waiting for him in the counter with her warm smile and she would ask him about his day, Yoongi’s snarky comments that earned a smack in the head, and Hoseok’s heating up his favorite pie. Jin would came back home later and cook a nice hearthy dinner for everyone. It would be a perfect way to end his exam week, he giddily thought as he climbed up the few steps that lead to the cafe entrance.

Jungkook ignored Hoseok who was trying to catch up with him and pushed the door, eyebrows knitted in confusion when it didn’t budge. He tried it a couple more times, the smile on his face slowly disappeared when he noticed the empty room inside.

“Is something wrong?” Hoseok jogged towards him. The younger male turned to him with worried expression and pointed his finger at the small sign on the door. “Closed? Jin hyung said [Y/N] and Yoongi Hyung is here?”

“Did something happened, hyung?” Jungkook asked as they walked around to get to the back door, his frown deepened when they couldn’t open the door either.

“Let me call them.” Hoseok replied.

Jungkook pulled out his phone, fingers deftly pressing the keyboard to send her favorite noona a string of messages.

Noona?

Noona? Are you okay?

Where are you?

Please answer Hobi Hyung’s call

Noona?

Did something happened?

I’m going to your place now, noona.

“Jin hyung said he’ll be back in an hour or two. Do you want to climb the emergency stairs?” Hoseok asked.

Jungkook looked up from his phone and shook his head.

“I’m going to check noona’s place.”

Everyone had a soft spot for Jeon Jungkook and they knew it, even Jungkook knew how spoiled he was and he was unashamed of the fact. He knew that Yoongi would always let him off the hook when he messed up his office, or that Jin hyung always made him extra food because he knew that Jungkook loved his food, or the fact that Taehyung and Namjoon would always hid little presents for him to find in his room, and that Hoseok and Jimin would pat his head and let him skip classes when he flashed them his puppy eyes. But no one could beat [Y/N] when it comes to spoiling Jungkook. She always set aside a small slice of cake of the day just for him, despite Yoongi’s nagging, and she was always ready to lend him a shoulder to cry on when he felt too overwhelmed. She was his [Y/N] noona and despite everyone’s (mostly Yoongi’s) disagreement, she would always be his favorite noona and his best friend.

Which was why it hurt a thousand times more when Jungkook stepped inside her apartment and found her curled in the kitchen floor with tears streaming down her face. He dropped his bag and crouched in front of her, unsure of what he should do. She was the one who did the comforting and he was the one who was always in the middle of a breakdown.

“Noona.” Jungkook carefully called her.

“Your shift started in 10 minutes.” Was all she said between ragged sobs.

“Are you serious?” Jungkook snorted and pulled her into a hug, smiling a little when she slowly curled her arms around. “Everything is going to be okay, noona.”

“You don’t even know what happened.” She mumbled against his shirt and Jungkook laughed, hands smoothing down the back of her shirt.

“Yeah. But you’re [Y/N] noona. It’s going to be okay.” He gently said as he rubbed her back.

Jungkook was never good with comforting words and gestures. But he knew he did the right thing when her sobbings slowly quieted down, leaving both of them in a comforting silence.

“Yoongi doesn’t have any mark.”

“What?” Jungkook pulled back in surprise.

“I– He was washing the dishes and i saw his wrist and–” she let out a shaky sigh and bit her lips. “It was marker. He drew it. And… now he left.” She chuckled. “He left just like that.”

“Noona–”

“I…I would understand, you know.” She looked up and gave Jungkook a tiny smile. “I’ve been in love with him even before his name came up on my wrist and he left because he thinks I deserve better.”

“What the fuck?”

[Y/N] laughed at Jungkook’s outburst and the latter blushed in embarrassment a few seconds later. “He’s stupid.”

“He is.” [Y/N] nodded.

“But he loves you and he will come back and apologize because he is Yoongi hyung.” Jungkook said after a while, his heart twisted in pain as he tried to find the right words to say. “He might be scared and hurt and disappointed with himself but he loves you too much to leave. I mean, Yoongi hyung is not that stupid, you know.”

[Y/N] looked at Jungkook as her lips curled into a warm smile. She rested her head against his shoulder and let out a small sigh. “You grew up so fast, Kookie. Where’s the little Kookie who always begs for hot cocoa every Friday night?”

Jungkook chuckled. He reached out his hand to grasp hers, feeling a little sting in his wrist when he kissed the back of her hand. The name on his wrist might be scratched out after a few months of receiving them but it still hurt nonetheless. He leaned back against the counter and closed his eyes. Yoongi’s soulmate. Not his. A mantra he repeated in his head over and over again, hoping his heart would somehow listen.

It never did.

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Yoongi turned his gaze away from the cityscape he had been staring the past few hours to find Namjoon standing a few meters behind him. Namjoon gave him a dimpled smile as he approached the older guy and sat on the empty spot next to him.

“Did they know?” Yoongi’s eyes went back to the bright lights of the city, slowly losing himself in the beautiful view.

“Jungkook went to her apartment and found her crying.” Namjoon replied, ignoring the way Yoongi flinched. “You fucked up real bad, hyung.”

“I know.” Yoongi nodded.

Namjoon watched his friend’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze hardened as if he was willing himself not to cry and Namjoon noticed the slightly swollen eyes before he slowly gazed down to Yoongi’s bare wrist. There was still a faint mark on his wrist, a remnant of Yoongi’s lies. Yoongi quickly pulled down the sleeves of his shirt when he noticed Namjoon’s staring.

“Did you know that soulmate marks don’t necessarily mean everything?” Namjoon softly smiled as he watched the darkened sky. “Some people were given the chance to find their own soulmate. Some scratched it out because it was just a name. Some believed it with all their hearts. As cheesy as it sounds, at the end of the day, it’s just a mark and it could never beat love. I can understand why you did it, hyung. It’s difficult to live without a mark, especially when we live in an era where a small mark is so glorified and people who don’t have one were shunned.”

Yoongi sharp intake of breath was a sign for him to continue. “But [Y/N] is not those people, hyung. She loves you. She has always been in love with you. We all know that. You know that too, hyung.”

“I was drunk when I first wrote it and she looked so happy, happier than I’ve ever seen her.” Yoongi quietly said and leaned back on the bench. “I know it’s stupid but aside from my fear and my embarrassment, I just want to see her that happy.”

“Do you really think she’s that happy because you got a fucking mark?” Namjoon scoffed. “Hyung, you always told her that you want her name on your wrist.”

Yoongi turned to him, eyes filled with confusion and Namjoon rolled his eyes at how oblivious Yoongi was being.

“She’s happy because you finally got what you wanted. It doesn’t have anything to do with her. She just wants to see you happy.”

“That’s ridicu–”

“She looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars, for fuck’s sake and she always makes that stupidly cheesy expression when she talks about you. If that isn’t love, i don’t know what is.”

Namjoon turned to him and gave him a small pat on the back. “You know, she’s the one who told us about this place. No one even know where to find you except for her. Mark or no mark, she’s your soulmate.”

In theory, he should’ve just ran as fast as his feet could possibly take him, banged on her door once he arrive at her apartment, and profess his love. She would then opened the door with a look of surprise on her face and he would tell her how much he loves her and how sorry he was and they would kiss and live happily ever after.

But this was not a korean drama that aired twice a week in the afternoon or the cheesy rom-com movie that everyone insisted on watching once a month, despite the lack of decent plot. He didn’t run to her apartment with flowers and gifts. He didn’t even know if he should go back to her apartment after what he just did. It was Namjoon who dragged him by the collar of his shirt, shoved him inside the car Jin was driving, and drove him straight to her apartment. He didn’t think he deserved to be forgiven and if he were to be honest with himself, he was terrified. He fidget in his seat as Jin stopped the car, his teeth left a slight indentation on his lips as he tried to calm himself down.

“Go, Yoongi.” Jin said from the driver’s seat, smiling at him like Yoongi was some kind of prodigal son who had just returned.

“Jungkook just left and he said she’ll be fine once you’re there.” Namjoon spoke out when Yoongi looked hesitant.

“It’ll be okay, Yoongi.”

With Jin’s comforting words and Namjoon’s warm smile, he finally stepped out of the car and made his way inside the familiar building.

He took his time climbing up the stairs that lead to her apartment floor, his brain trying to come up with a decent confession. She would probably be okay with an ‘i’m sorry and i love you’ but he knew she deserved better. He paused at the end of the stairs, eyes wide as he stared at the door few meters down the hall and the woman he loved so much who was standing with a bag of ice cream in her hand. He must have made a noise because her attention quickly turned to him, her eyes filled with surprise and a hint of fondness when she saw him standing awkwardly by the stairs, hands tucked inside his jeans pockets, trying his best to not look like a complete idiot. He stared at her hesitantly and his heart lurched when her expression softened, lips curled into a loving smile.

“Yoongi?” She tilted her head at him when he took a few more strides to close the distance between them. “I bought ice cream. Your favorite.” She said as she lifted the plastic bag.

Every single word of apologies and promises died out in his tongue at the sight of her warm smile and soft eyes and Yoongi wanted nothing more but cry and hug her like there was no tomorrow. He felt the lump in his throat and blinked back his tears before she could see it and stood stiffly next to her, waiting for her to unlock the door and invite him inside.

“You want some ice cream, Yoongi?” She asked, looking back at him as she unloaded the contents of her plastic bag. Yoongi quickly trailed inside, locking the door in record speed, and followed her to the kitchen.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted out, cheeks dusted with pink flush as she turned around on her heels.

“I know.” She nodded. She opened the ice cream tub and offered him a spoon. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t, right?” She added and a sob escaped his lips at the uncertainty in her eyes.

“Yoongi?” Her arms were warm as she wrapped it around his torso, pulling him close and he felt the dam broke. He clutched into her sweater, tears soaking the fabric as he tried to mumbled more apologies between his sobbings. The tears seemed to fell down like waterfall and he struggled to breathe as he cried out for God knows how long, hands clutching onto her and he knew he must have ruined her sweater.

“I love you.” Yoongi mumbled against her chest, voice muffled by the fabric. She must have caught it because she pulled away from him to take a good look at him.

“You’re an idiot, Min Yoongi.” She smiled, eyes wet with fresh tears. Yoongi slowly reached out his hand to wipe away the tears from her cheek, lips slowly curled into a smile.

“I am.”

“Don’t you ever leave me like that again, do you understand?” She said after a moment with a serious expression. Yoongi nodded apologetically before he pulled her close again. “You’re gonna have to make it up to me.”

“I’ll buy you more ice creams and take you on more dates and buy you nice stuffs.” He promised. She shook her head, kissing his jaw affectionately.

“Just stay.” She whispered. “That’s enough for me.”

“I will.”

“And ice cream.” Yoongi let himself laugh at her childish comment and kissed the top of her head.

“Yeah. And ice cream.” There would be more things they need to talk about and he knew he would have to learn to bare his soul for her sooner or later. But right now this was enough. He felt more than alright and that was enough.

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11 August 2020 Daily Current Affairs & Daily GK Update in Hindi

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11 August 2020 Daily Current Affairs & Daily GK Update in Hindi

Current Affairs 11 August 2020

Which of the following e-commerce company has signed a Memorandum of Understanding under One District, One Product scheme of the Government of Uttar Pradesh to bring the artisans, weavers and craftsmen under the ODOP scheme into the scope of that company’s initiative?

(A) Amazon

(B) Myntra

(D) Paytm mall

(E) Flipkart

Flipkart has signed a Memorandum of Understanding under One District, One Product scheme of the Government of Uttar Pradesh to bring the artisans, weavers and craftsmen under the ODOP scheme into the scope of that company’s initiative

Khadi and Village Industries Commission (KVIC) will open the first Silk Training cum Production Center in the tribal village in which state?

(A) Arunachal Pradesh

(B) Sikkim

(D) Manipur

(E) Mizoram

Khadi and Village Industries Commission (KVIC) will open the first Silk Training cum Production Center in the tribal village in Arunachal Pradesh.

A-Line of Credit worth 18 million US dollars has been extended by the Government of India to which government?

(A) Maldives

(B) Seychelles

(D) Sri Lanka

(E) Bangladesh

A-Line of Credit of worth 18 million US dollars has been extended by the Government of India to Maldives.

Which country has taken a decision to construct a monument for the Indian soldiers who died in 1971 during the country’s struggle for independence?

(A) Nepal

(B) Bangladesh

(D) Myanmar

(E) Afghanistan

Bangladesh has taken a decision to construct a monument for the Indian soldiers who died in 1971 during the country’s struggle for independence.

Nandi Yellaiah, who died recently, was a famous personality in which field?

(A) Film Industry

(B) Politics

(D) Cricket

(E) Football

Veteran Congress leader and eight-time parliamentarian from Telangana, Nandi Yellaiah died of a brief illness after being detected positive for Covid-19 in Hyderabad.

Prime Minister Narendra Modi inaugurated the submarine Optical Fibre Cable (OFC) to connecting which city from Port Blair via video conferencing?

(A) Chennai

(B) Bengaluru

(D) Mumbai

(E) Coimbatore

Prime Minister Narendra Modi inaugurated the submarine Optical Fibre Cable (OFC) to connecting Chennai city from Port Blair via video conferencing.

Which district of Chhattisgarh has become the first municipal corporation in the country to provide forest land rights certificates to people of an urban area?

(A) Bastar

(B) Korba

(D) Jabalpur

(E) Dhamtari

Jagdalpur district of Chhattisgarh has become the first municipal corporation in the country to provide forest land rights certificates to people of an urban area.

Who has been took oath as a Prime Minister of Sri Lanka for the fourth time?

(A) Gotabaya Rajapaksa

(B) Maithripala Sirisena

(D) Ranil Wickremesinghe

(E) Basil Sirisena

Mahinda Rajapaksa took oath as a Prime Minister of Sri Lanka for the fourth time.

Which city of India has recently become the first city in India to have women symbols on traffic signals and signage?

(A) Lucknow

(B) New Delhi

(D) Chennai

(E) Panaji

Mumbai has recently become the first city in India to have women symbols on traffic signals and signage.

Who has been bagged the Asian College of Journalism’s Award for Investigative Journalism?

(A) K P Narayan

(B) Kapil Duggal

(D) Ram Singh

(E) V S Matondkar

Nitin Sethi has been bagged the Asian College of Journalism’s Award for Investigative Journalism.

ANSWERS: – 1(E) 2(A) 3(A) 4(B) 5(B) 6(A) 7(C) 8(C) 9(C) 10(C)

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brajeshupadhyay · 5 years ago

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While urban India falters, Bastar's tribals implement strict lockdown; villages self-isolate, barricade roads to prevent spread of coronavirus

Rooster fights forms an integral part of the tribal life and culture, and never before, as far as the people in the Bastar region could remember, was this ritual ever suspended. But, by doing so, these self-driven tribals have set an example for the urban population on how to fight against the COVID-19 pandemic and maintain self-discipline during the nationwide lockdown.

Interestingly, when the administration and police are having a tough time restricting civilians in their homes and preventing them from gathering on streets, in several cities across India, including the metros, the tribals from the seven districts of Bastar region have voluntarily adopted the lockown measures within their villages, without much of the state’s intervention, to prevent the spread of the pandemic.

With a population of more than 30 lakh (as per Census 2011), not a single COVID-19 positive case has been found in the Bastar region yet.

The lockdown story of the tribals in Chhattisgarh's Bastar region is one of a self-driven initiative rooted in their traditional reverence for community values and their socio-cultural way of life. They pay utmost respect to nature, traditions, their value systems and totems, which in a way is a code of conduct for the tribal population of the Dandakaranya region of Chhattisgarh. The region comprises more than 20 lakh people, accounting for 67 percent of the total population of Bastar region.

“Rooster fights are a celebration, a ritual and a social sport, which tribals have been following for centuries. But this is probably for the first time that they have suspended it to avoid gathering of people at market places,” Basant, a resident of Naxal-affected Dantewada district in Bastar region told Firstpost.

Even Chhattisgarh chief minister Bhupesh Baghel has commended the self-discipline shown by tribals in the rgion on Twitter.

Tribal population has shown extraordinary self discipline during this tough time.

Probably for the first time in recent history they have stopped their favourite 'Murga Ladai' i.e. Rooster Fight.

Salute to them.https://t.co/nuK3dsCIRJ

— Bhupesh Baghel (@bhupeshbaghel) April 22, 2020

Without much intervention of the state, the tribals in Bastar region have isolated themselves by fencing their villages with bamboos and tree branches placed on road sides and inside the jungles.

Handmade posters or placards have been hung at entry points preventing outsiders from entering their villages. Barricades have also been placed on rural roads connecting two villages.

Barring ambulance, health workers, Panchayat and public distribution system (PDS) workers for supplying rations, no one including vehicles, is allowed to enter these tribal villages.

Surprisingly, the Naxals who present themselves as ‘big brothers’ and often exert authority over tribals, have maintained silence on the lockdown. Unlike their regular calls to tribals for an armed struggle against the State to protect ‘Jal, Jungle, Zameen’ (Water, Forest, Land) and tribal rights, the banned outfit CPI (Maoist) has issued no instructions to Adivasis on hygiene, social distancing or isolating themselves for their safety.

Contrary to popular perception about the literacy and awareness level of the tribal population, the tribal villages in Bastar region seem better aware about cleanliness and rules related to isolation, quarantine and lockdown. Whatever guidelines they receive from the government, they implement it without questioning.

Many of the villagers, if not using masks, protect themselves by wrapping ‘gamcha’ (native word for a towel) on their faces.

“Initially, when we started getting news about COVID-19, we were worried about the tribals, but believe me they are more aware and wiser than us urbanites. The next day after the Janata curfew, my friend and I went on a round to Teknar village some 10 kilometres away from Dantewada town early morning. We were amazed when three villagers confronted us asking why we were roaming after prime minister’s instruction to stay home,” added Basant, who’s a field staff in the Chhattisgarh government.

According to the locals and government officials, the strong community values within tribals and their past experiences make them self-disciplined and follow measures needed during an epidemic.

“In the long past, there had been incidents of cholera and small pox epidemics, and Adivasis are aware of it through generations. So, while we create awareness among the tribal population on COVID-19, they get a warning signal that something big is happening and they need to protect themselves. This intuitive instinct helps in building a quarantined system in their society,” deputy collector, Dantewada district, Lingraj Sidar told Firstpost.

Routine life takes a backseat

With the imposition of the nationwide lockdown, the daily routine of tribals has undergone a change. There’s no more going to haats (weekly village markets) for buying and selling of crops and vegetables and panchayat meetings. Visits to other villages have also been suspended, and there’s no celebration of rituals and fairs.

Instead, they have isolated themselves within the boundaries of their villages. They go to forests to collect forest produce especially mahua or mahwah (Madhuca Longifolia), which is used for preparing local country liquor, and fishing. At home, many are busy in brewing liquor out of the mahua flower, as it forms an essential part of the tribal culture.

The government has allowed preparation and storage of mahua liquor up to five litres for each tribal household.

“Besides preparing mahua liquor, at this time, we’re repairing our huts and fixing the overhead roof tiles. As we don’t have much demand, the essential goods like rice, gram, salt, sugar or jaggery, etc, that we get from PDS are enough for us. Almost every household is involved in small poultry farming (chicken) and growing vegetables in the backyard, which is complemented by fishing. So, we don’t need to step out of our villages,” said Phoolchand, resident of Katulnar village at Geedam block of Dantewada district.

“Moreover there’re no haat, mela or mandai (village fair) to visit. Entry of outsiders into villages has been banned. So there’s no interaction with the outside world. Now, our village is the world for us. Inside the village, men, women and children maintain social distancing whether during fetching water from hand pump or collecting our ration supply," added Somaru of Gadhiya village under Lohandiguda block in the Bastar district.

Govt steps in with advance ration

The Chhattisgarh government has supplied two months’ ration to tribals in advance. At many inaccessible villages, where there’s no PDS outlet, door-step delivery has been ensured. Rice and salt are supplied for free.

In the wake of the lockdown, which led to shutdown of schools, the government has been providing midday meal ration (rice and pulses) for 40 days till 30 April by reaching out to the students at home or at a central place in the village.

Panchayat CEOs have instructed village sarpanchs (heads) and panchs (members) to prevent outsiders from entering any village and to inform local police about any such movement.

Every Panchayat samiti (society), which includes a village secretary, a patwari, a teacher and an employment assistant, is monitoring the movement of people coming from outside.

“With the help of PDS workers, panchayat members and self-help groups, we’re reaching out to interior villages with ration supply. We’ve supplied two month’s quota of rice in advance. Health workers are visiting them to advise them of preventive measures. Social distancing is being maintained everywhere. Each village is self-sustainable in Bastar. They don’t have much demand in life and lead a simple life. This has also helped them in isolating themselves in the strictest manner and follow government advisory,” Sidar added.

Amid lockdown, health workers have even gone into some of the tribal villages in Maoist strongholds inside deep forests in Dantewada, Sukma and Bijapur districts, where government schemes and supplies fail to reach due to inaccessibility and locational disadvantage.

Meanwhile, women self-help groups (SHGs) comprising Adivasi women are playing an inspiring role in combating the ongoing crisis in Bastar. Besides creating awareness on maintaining proper hygiene to prevent the spread of COVID-19 and reaching out to villagers with ration, these SHGs have made more than 18,000 masks as per health department’s guidelines for the tribals in Dantewada district alone. They are also producing vegetables for local consumption to counter shortage.

From the day lockdown was announced by Prime Minister Narendar Modi, the Bastar tribals have put themselves on a self-driven safety mode. And they have no qualms about it. As several people with whom Firstpost interacted remarked, “Once this mahamaari (pandemic) and lockdown ends, life will be back to normal. Tab tak aaraam karte hain (Let’s take a break till then)."

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Indian Tribal and Ethnic Jewellery

The story of Indian tribal jewellery is associated with ancient times as people have been using the stuff to make a style statement. Due to an inherent mix of tradition and culture, there are varieties of design themes for the users. They are still alive in the hearts and minds of Indians who wear jewellery on different occasions in style. Tribal bangles, necklaces, and armbands are still quite popular and form an integral part of the lifestyle accessories. Tribal population in past was poor and prone to attacks from the invaders, therefore the selection of the material was modest. Generally, they used clays and ivory to create artistic jewellery in an impeccable manner.

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In spite of so many years, the tribal culture has preserved its originality and it is also reflected in the jewellery. The product has retained its old charm that is deeply rooted in tradition. It is a far cry from the contemporary stuff that is available in the market. Ethnic jewellery has now made a great come back with people prefer the mixing of old and new school designs.

Tribal accessories are not only fashion statements but they also imbibe spiritual beliefs to a great extent. Century-old customs or worshipping of the deities is also manifested in the design. Unique themes go a long way in making them indispensable for the users. Style of jewellery provides a glimpse into the structure of a particular society of tribal people.

The ancient civilization of Mohenjo-Daro incorporated handmade ornaments that were very popular in those times. Excavations at the site in North Western India found plenty of evidence that people in those eras wore different types of jewellery. The royal population of ancient India used to wear amazing accessories that helped to define the social status in the society. Necklaces were studded with an array of embellishments to attract the attention of the onlookers.

In past, craftsmen were hired by the kings and queen to make unique jewellery that became the envy of the rest of the world. The knowledge flowed through generations and present-day craftsmen use similar level of skill sets to design amazing artworks.

Tribal jewellery focuses on using simple materials such as leaves, berries, feathers, leather, and claws to create jewellery that is worn for daily usage. In fact, demographic and resources of the region can impact the design of the tribal accessories. For Instance, a tribal population living in Rajasthan may wear different types of jewellery when compared to Madhya Pradesh.

Bastar:

In Bastar, grass and natural beads are used to make beautiful neck wears that have become the cynosures of all eyes. They also wear traditional ornaments made of copper, glass, and silver. Some of the examples of creativity include the creation of jewellery with one rupee coin.

Banjara tribe in Rajasthan wears not only colorful but also weighty ornaments. They use coins, shells, beads and many more materials. In addition, people also adorn the ornate belts around the waist. They play an important role in complementing the ethnic attires.

Tribes of Garo, Khasi, and Jaintia:

Red coral beads are the prominent materials used to create tribal jewellery. Thin glass fluted stems are also popular among the users. Beads and stems are mixed together to enhance the beauty of the jewels. Northeastern tribal population uses the beads to make necklaces, bangles and even earrings.

Bhutia tribes of Sikkim are known for their unique culture and tradition. They wear gold jewellery with unique design themes. In the modern era, they are now using silver due to the cost factor. One of the unique selling points of such jewellery is that they also incorporate turquoise stone and beautiful corals. They impart color to the yellow metal, thereby making it more diverse.

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It has been over a month since tribals in Chhattisgarh’s Bastar region, a Maoist hotbed, suspended their centuries-old ritual of rooster fights in villages to adhere to social distancing and avoid being infected by the novel coronavirus. Rooster fights forms an integral part of the tribal life and culture, and never before, as far as the people in the Bastar region could remember, was this ritual ever suspended. But, by doing so, these self-driven tribals have set an example for the urban population on how to fight against the COVID-19 pandemic and maintain self-discipline during the nationwide lockdown. Interestingly, when the administration and police are having a tough time restricting civilians in their homes and preventing them from gathering on streets, in several cities across India, including the metros, the tribals from the seven districts of Bastar region have voluntarily adopted the lockown measures within their villages, without much of the state’s intervention, to prevent the spread of the pandemic. With a population of more than 30 lakh (as per Census 2011), not a single COVID-19 positive case has been found in the Bastar region yet. The lockdown story of the tribals in Chhattisgarh's Bastar region is one of a self-driven initiative rooted in their traditional reverence for community values and their socio-cultural way of life. They pay utmost respect to nature, traditions, their value systems and totems, which in a way is a code of conduct for the tribal population of the Dandakaranya region of Chhattisgarh. The region comprises more than 20 lakh people, accounting for 67 percent of the total population of Bastar region. “Rooster fights are a celebration, a ritual and a social sport, which tribals have been following for centuries. But this is probably for the first time that they have suspended it to avoid gathering of people at market places,” Basant, a resident of Naxal-affected Dantewada district in Bastar region told Firstpost. Even Chhattisgarh chief minister Bhupesh Baghel has commended the self-discipline shown by tribals in the rgion on Twitter. Tribal population has shown extraordinary self discipline during this tough time. Probably for the first time in recent history they have stopped their favourite 'Murga Ladai' i.e. Rooster Fight. Salute to them.https://t.co/nuK3dsCIRJ — Bhupesh Baghel (@bhupeshbaghel) April 22, 2020 Without much intervention of the state, the tribals in Bastar region have isolated themselves by fencing their villages with bamboos and tree branches placed on road sides and inside the jungles. Handmade posters or placards have been hung at entry points preventing outsiders from entering their villages. Barricades have also been placed on rural roads connecting two villages. Barring ambulance, health workers, Panchayat and public distribution system (PDS) workers for supplying rations, no one including vehicles, is allowed to enter these tribal villages. Surprisingly, the Naxals who present themselves as ‘big brothers’ and often exert authority over tribals, have maintained silence on the lockdown. Unlike their regular calls to tribals for an armed struggle against the State to protect ‘Jal, Jungle, Zameen’ (Water, Forest, Land) and tribal rights, the banned outfit CPI (Maoist) has issued no instructions to Adivasis on hygiene, social distancing or isolating themselves for their safety. Contrary to popular perception about the literacy and awareness level of the tribal population, the tribal villages in Bastar region seem better aware about cleanliness and rules related to isolation, quarantine and lockdown. Whatever guidelines they receive from the government, they implement it without questioning. Many of the villagers, if not using masks, protect themselves by wrapping ‘gamcha’ (native word for a towel) on their faces. “Initially, when we started getting news about COVID-19, we were worried about the tribals, but believe me they are more aware and wiser than us urbanites. The next day after the Janata curfew, my friend and I went on a round to Teknar village some 10 kilometres away from Dantewada town early morning. We were amazed when three villagers confronted us asking why we were roaming after prime minister’s instruction to stay home,” added Basant, who’s a field staff in the Chhattisgarh government. According to the locals and government officials, the strong community values within tribals and their past experiences make them self-disciplined and follow measures needed during an epidemic. “In the long past, there had been incidents of cholera and small pox epidemics, and Adivasis are aware of it through generations. So, while we create awareness among the tribal population on COVID-19, they get a warning signal that something big is happening and they need to protect themselves. This intuitive instinct helps in building a quarantined system in their society,” deputy collector, Dantewada district, Lingraj Sidar told Firstpost. Routine life takes a backseat With the imposition of the nationwide lockdown, the daily routine of tribals has undergone a change. There’s no more going to haats (weekly village markets) for buying and selling of crops and vegetables and panchayat meetings. Visits to other villages have also been suspended, and there’s no celebration of rituals and fairs. Instead, they have isolated themselves within the boundaries of their villages. They go to forests to collect forest produce especially mahua or mahwah (Madhuca Longifolia), which is used for preparing local country liquor, and fishing. At home, many are busy in brewing liquor out of the mahua flower, as it forms an essential part of the tribal culture. The government has allowed preparation and storage of mahua liquor up to five litres for each tribal household. “Besides preparing mahua liquor, at this time, we’re repairing our huts and fixing the overhead roof tiles. As we don’t have much demand, the essential goods like rice, gram, salt, sugar or jaggery, etc, that we get from PDS are enough for us. Almost every household is involved in small poultry farming (chicken) and growing vegetables in the backyard, which is complemented by fishing. So, we don’t need to step out of our villages,” said Phoolchand, resident of Katulnar village at Geedam block of Dantewada district. “Moreover there’re no haat, mela or mandai (village fair) to visit. Entry of outsiders into villages has been banned. So there’s no interaction with the outside world. Now, our village is the world for us. Inside the village, men, women and children maintain social distancing whether during fetching water from hand pump or collecting our ration supply," added Somaru of Gadhiya village under Lohandiguda block in the Bastar district. Govt steps in with advance ration The Chhattisgarh government has supplied two months’ ration to tribals in advance. At many inaccessible villages, where there’s no PDS outlet, door-step delivery has been ensured. Rice and salt are supplied for free. In the wake of the lockdown, which led to shutdown of schools, the government has been providing midday meal ration (rice and pulses) for 40 days till 30 April by reaching out to the students at home or at a central place in the village. Panchayat CEOs have instructed village sarpanchs (heads) and panchs (members) to prevent outsiders from entering any village and to inform local police about any such movement. Every Panchayat samiti (society), which includes a village secretary, a patwari, a teacher and an employment assistant, is monitoring the movement of people coming from outside. “With the help of PDS workers, panchayat members and self-help groups, we’re reaching out to interior villages with ration supply. We’ve supplied two month’s quota of rice in advance. Health workers are visiting them to advise them of preventive measures. Social distancing is being maintained everywhere. Each village is self-sustainable in Bastar. They don’t have much demand in life and lead a simple life. This has also helped them in isolating themselves in the strictest manner and follow government advisory,” Sidar added. Amid lockdown, health workers have even gone into some of the tribal villages in Maoist strongholds inside deep forests in Dantewada, Sukma and Bijapur districts, where government schemes and supplies fail to reach due to inaccessibility and locational disadvantage. Meanwhile, women self-help groups (SHGs) comprising Adivasi women are playing an inspiring role in combating the ongoing crisis in Bastar. Besides creating awareness on maintaining proper hygiene to prevent the spread of COVID-19 and reaching out to villagers with ration, these SHGs have made more than 18,000 masks as per health department’s guidelines for the tribals in Dantewada district alone. They are also producing vegetables for local consumption to counter shortage. From the day lockdown was announced by Prime Minister Narendar Modi, the Bastar tribals have put themselves on a self-driven safety mode. And they have no qualms about it. As several people with whom Firstpost interacted remarked, “Once this mahamaari (pandemic) and lockdown ends, life will be back to normal. Tab tak aaraam karte hain (Let’s take a break till then)."

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