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Disclosing candidate's marks in recruitment tests not violation of privacy, says court
While partly allowing a petition, the Bombay High Court on Monday said that marks obtained by candidates in the recruitment process for public posts can be disclosed under the Right to Information Act, 2005 (RTI Act) and it won’t amount to violation of the privacy of candidates. A bench of Justices MS Sonak and Jitendra Jain said, “Withholding such information unnecessarily allows doubts, however…
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Aruna Roy
A Social Activist and a Civil ServantBorn 26 May 1946 Aruna journey of social activism began during her early years. Roy has dedicated her life to fighting for the rights of marginalised communities and promoting transparency and accountability in governance. Through her efforts and commitment, she has left an incredible impact on Indian society. One most notable achievements is her pivotal…
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गोपनीय नहीं लोक सेवकों के दस्तावेज : मप्र राज्य सूचना आयोग ने आदिवासी विकास आयुक्त एसएस भंडारी के मामले में दी नजीर
मप्र राज्य सूचना आयोग ने आदिवासी विकास आयुक्त एसएस भंडारी के मामले में दी नजीर गोपनीय नहीं लोक सेवकों के दस्तावेज भोपाल (मप्र)। राज्य सूचना आयोग ने स्पष्ट किया है कि लोक सेवकों के शैक्षणिक व अनुभव संबंधी दस्तावेजों को गोपनीय नहीं माना जा सकता है। आयोग ने कहा है कि लोक-सेवकों की मार्कशीट, मूल निवासी, अनुभव प्रमाण-पत्र ऐसी व्यक्तिगत जानकारी की श्रेणी में नहीं आते, जिन्हें आरटीआई एक्ट की धारा 8(1)…
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Taking Action Against RTI Violations in Mirzapur
Welcome UPICR20240000149 UTTAR PRADESH INFORMATION COMMISSIONSecond Appeal under section 19(3) of the Right to Information Act, 2005Appeal Registration Number – A-20241200030Appeallent’s ParticularsApplied Date : 01/12/2024 05:20:46 AM Name Yogi M P SinghGender MaleState UTTAR PRADESHDistrict MIRZAPURTown/Village मिर्जापुरPincode 231001Mobile Number 7379105911Email [email protected]…
#DPRO Mirzapur#Right to information act 2005#RTI appeal online#RTI application online#Second appeal online
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Uttar Pradesh RTI Website Issues: Grievance Submission Details
Grievance Status for registration number : GOVUP/E/2024/0093266Grievance Concerns ToName Of ComplainantYogi M. P. SinghDate of Receipt19/12/2024Received By Ministry/DepartmentUttar PradeshGrievance DescriptionThe applicant made repeated requests on the RTI portal to submit the following RTI application but it is most unfortunate that the following error message is showing on the screen of the…
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Jharkhand Schools to Hold Classes Until 11:30 AM Amidst Heatwave
Joint Secretary Issues Directive to Safeguard Students from Soaring Temperatures In response to the severe heatwave gripping the state, the School Education and Literacy Department of Jharkhand has issued a directive mandating all schools to conduct classes only until 11:30 AM, in a bid to safeguard students from the scorching temperatures. RANCHI – Nandkishore Lal, the Joint Secretary of the…
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#Property legal status#Court cases on property#Real estate disputes#Registrar's Office inquiry#Right to Information (RTI) Act#Digital property records#Les Pendens order#Due diligence in real estate#Title insurance#Property transaction risks
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Understanding the Right to Information Act in India
Right to Information Act:
The Indian government passed the Right to Information Act (RTI Act) in 2005, and it is a key tool for promoting accountability and transparency within governmental institutions. Under the RTI Act, every Indian citizen possesses the right to seek and obtain information from public authorities. This information can take various forms, including records, documents, files, reports, emails, or any other material held by the public authority.
Objective of RTI Act
The primary objective of the RTI Act is to empower citizens by providing them with the right to request and receive information from public authorities. By ensuring transparency, accountability, and facilitating the effective functioning of democratic institutions, the RTI Act enhances citizen participation in governance.
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Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Twenty Seven)
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC
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A/N: Oh, baby, this is it!!!
The last chapter of Act One. I hope you guys are ready for the hell I���m gonna bestow on you all lmaooo
I just wanted to say, while I have a bunch of shit written for Act Two and a boat load of ideas, I am up for suggestions. If there's something you'd like to see in the fic, don't be a stranger. I can't guarantee I’ll do it, if it doesn't mesh with the ideas I have, but as a free writer, my work is always evolving and taking on a life of its own. So hit me up if there's some specific shit you wanna see.
Also this chapter is a little rough so… re-read the tags and take care of your mental health.
Placebo - A Million Little Pieces
There wasn't much I used to need
A smile would blow a summer breeze through my heart
Now my mistakes are haunting me
Like winter came and put a freeze on my heart
I've lost the power to understand
What it takes to be a man with my heart
I saw you wanted this to end
You tried your best to be a friend to my heart
But I'm leaving this worry town
Please no grieving, my love, understand?
Whenever I was feeling wrong
I used to go and write a song from my heart
But now I feel I've lost my spark
No more glowing in the dark for my heart
So I'm leaving this worry town
Please no grieving, my love, understand?
Understand?
Understand?
Understand?
Understand?
Understand? (Can't you see I'm sick of fighting?)
Understand? (Can't you tell I've lost my way?)
Understand? (Look at me there's no denying)
Understand? (I won't last another day)
So I'm leaving this worry town
Please no grieving, my love, understand?
Then I'm leaving this worry town
Please no grieving, my love, understand?
All my dreaming torn in pieces
All my dreaming torn in pieces
All my dreaming torn in pieces
All my dreaming torn in pieces now
A burst pipe was dripping, the nose echoing in the desolate concrete room. Sounded like a bullet ricocheting off the walls. Simon fucking wished it was, wished it ricocheted right into his brain. How long had he been here? It all bled together, felt like forever at this point. His body was well and truly broken, had so much done to him that he’d been sure he was a goner multiple times, yet somehow he was still clinging on. His mind though, that he was trying to clutch with all of his might, bloodied fingers and all.
He wasn't sure just where it all went wrong, to be betrayed by his superior like he had, to wind up in the hands of a monster. Roba wanted him to join their side, thought he’d make a great soldier for him. Wanted him a mindless drone to follow his brutal orders. An unstoppable machine. He wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t ever fucking do it but boy was Roba determined to try and break him.
It had been your run of the mill torture at first but Simon was prepared for that, fucking passed his RTI training with flying colours for a reason. But when that didn't work it got meaner, more brutal, until Simon’s body was littered with scars, so many he was sure he looked like mincemeat. The one that sliced through his top lip into his cheek had been the most painful. It was still trying to heal.
When Roba realised he wasn't getting anywhere to break his new favourite toy, he resorted to tactics that Simon hadn’t been prepared for, ones that had damaged his psyche beyond repair. He’d been confused when the first prostitute had been brought to him and he’d been horrified at what they wanted him to do. He was married and he wasn’t about to fuck a hooker. Roba hadn't liked that though and as the poor girl hit the floor with a thud, bullet hole in her head, Simon had felt bile clawing its way up his throat. He might not have pulled the trigger but he damn well killed her, and that was the fucking point wasn’t it? The mind games.
Roba knew he'd play along more if innocent lives were threatened and so that's what he did. He kept bringing him women that if he was honest, might not have even been willing participants and they forced him to be touched against his will. And if he didn’t get hard, didn’t fucking finish as they watched like the sick perverts they were, the girls wound up beaten or dead. He wasn't sure he’d ever be right in the head again if he ever got out of here, especially not when it got even worse when even that hadn’t broken him completely.
Then it turned into the men taking turns with him, being used in a way he’d never even considered. He felt dirty, like he’d never wash clean, like he was tarnished from the inside out and all he could think about was her. Could she still love him after he’d been with other people? No, that wasn't right was it? Hadn’t been voluntary, hadn’t been willing. He knew exactly what it was he went through, the R word that burned in the back of his mind like vitriol. He’d been defiled.
Would she think of him differently or would she open her arms out to him, wrap them around him in a tender embrace and tell him it would all be okay? Simon’s eyes closed, tears leaking down the sides as he lay on the hard concrete floor, the cold biting into his broken and naked body. He could just about hear her, the delicate voice floating through the peripheries of his shattered mind.
I’ve got you, Si. I love you.
A deep and aching sob wracked his bruised chest, his heart yearning so fiercely for her that it caused him more physical pain than the beatings. She was the only thing keeping his sanity in check, the only thing he was clinging onto so desperately. He needed to get back to her, needed to be in her arms, needed to feel like he was still a man, still worthy of love.
He felt so disconnected from everything, disjointed and wrong. Nothing felt like it made sense anymore other than her. He’d never allow them to break him because he couldn't leave her all alone. He’d promised her that years ago, made it solid with his vows to her. He wouldn't die here, wouldn't leave her grieving and alone. He’d get back to her no matter what it took.
His whole body tensed up as he heard the door down the hall rattle, the key in the lock turning. A cold, creeping fear trickled through his veins like ice and his chest felt like it caved in. He knew what was coming for him, knew what time it was. And so, he allowed himself to float away somewhere else. Somewhere it was warm, somewhere with blue soft eyes gazing at him, a bright smile just for him, small hands smoothing through his hair and telling him it was all okay. He'd be okay as long as he was with her.
He’d been through a lot of horrible things in his life but nothing could top the last three months. Nothing could top being hung by his ribs with a meat hook or being buried alive with his dead, treacherous CO. But even then, he hadn't given up. Even bloody and gasping and retching and fractured. He’d dug his way out of that grave with the jaw bone of his bastard of a Major, got himself right out. Finally. He could go back to her. She was all he ached for, all he wanted.
Getting out of Mexico had been a blur, wound up being picked up by a Captain called John Price that he’d briefly worked with before. He wasn’t sure how he fucking found him, wasn’t sure of anything anymore and then weeks were spent in hospital as he recovered. His brain was fuzzy, his mind trying to erase the horrors he’d endured, trying to stuff them into a box so deep in his mind he’d never be able to find them. Didn't work though, did it? His body recovered, leaving awful scars that covered every part of him. His face made him sick, a scar along his cheek and lip and one that curved around his left temple. Would she flinch when she looked at him? Would she feel as sick as he did? Would she still look at him the same? His body might have healed but his mind sure hadn't. He had this hope, that once he was home, once he was back with her that it would all be okay. She’d make it okay.
“You thought any more about what I said?” John asked him, watching as Simon slid a hoodie on. The man had been kind enough, slowly earning his trust after not leaving his side.
“We both know I wouldn't pass a psych eval… not anymore,” he bit out. He tried not to think of the nightmares or the crippling panic attacks he kept getting out of nowhere. Tried not to think about the dreams where he was hurting people, hurting innocent women and enjoying it. Tried to tell himself that Roba hadn't won, he hadn't.
“Doesn't really matter about that, does it? You've got potential, Simon. A bit of therapy and I think you’d be good to go. I’d love to have you on my team,” the man murmured, giving him a sympathetic look. He felt honoured that after all he went through, this man, a seemingly good man, had decided he was worth something. Decided that he wanted him on board. He felt like a fragile piece of porcelain, cracked and waiting to fall to pieces. He was nothing like the brave soldier he’d thought he was.
“I appreciate it but… I’m done. I want out. Just wanna get home, back to my wife. Wanna… settle down, get better, have kids. I don't want this life anymore,” he admitted hoarsely.
His hand moved to his tags, the pendant she got him still there. A tether to her. He couldn't do this life anymore, not after all he’d been through. He just wanted a normal life, wanted to just be with Charlotte. John nodded, moving at a snail's pace to tap him on the shoulder. He still flinched anyway but he was getting better. He hoped to god he wouldn't flinch at Lottie’s touch, he knew it would break her. Her soft heart would already hurt for him when she found out what he’d endured.
“Alright, well… Here's my number anyway. Call me if you change your mind or… if you just need a chat,” he smiled and Simon nodded, grateful for the man who just appeared in his life when he needed him. He’d never forget his help.
“Thanks, John,” he murmured.
He got the special treatment of a private military plane back to Manchester and he looked around at the pitiful smattering of snow and the twinkling lights people had up. It was Christmas day. Even after everything he’d been through, he was excited to see her, his stomach twisting in knots at the prospect. She’d be so surprised to see him and he just needed to feel her, needed to take in her comforting scent and to hear her beating heart.
A thought occurred to him then and he decided to go to his mum’s first and he knew Tommy, Beth and Jo would be there after spending Christmas day there. Not really to see them as he knew his current scarred state would cause quite a stir but because Lottie’s present was there so she wouldn't see it. His mum had helped him with it. He’d been so excited about giving it to her. While he knew it was wrong, he decided he wouldn't tell his family what happened to him, they didn't need to know those horrors. He’d come up with some bullshit about a bomb or something to cover for his scars. He would tell Lottie though, she deserved to know the truth and why he’d come back different.
He was glad the houses weren’t too far apart, his steps picking up as he saw his mum’s house. The lights outside blinked rapidly and he smiled at the stupid inflated snowman in the front garden. It wasn't lost on him how close to death he’d been not too long ago and all these little things he’s taken for granted meant so much more to him now. He moved through the front gate, approaching the door and frowning when he saw it was open a crack.
“Mum! You’ve left the door open!” he called out, pushing it open as he stepped inside. For a house full of people on Christmas day, it was eerily silent and Simon felt a chill sweep up his spine, his military alertness taking over.
“Mum! Tommy!” he called out warily, moving inside the house fully.
As he walked into the living room, the world stopped turning and he couldn't breathe. Mum. She was lying on the floor in front of the Christmas tree and his first thought had been that she’d had a fall or a heart attack or stroke. But as he rushed to her, turning her over to her back, blood pounded in his ears at the bullet hole in her head. No, no, no.
He jumped up, hands clutching the sides of his head as he shut his eyes, frantically shaking his head. He’d had dreams like this before. It was a dream, it had to be. Yet when he opened his eyes again, the lifeless body of his mum stared back at him. He looked to his left seeing Beth slumped on the couch, bullet wound to the head. He couldn't hear the wounded noises he was making with the pulse blaring in his ears but his cheeks were wet and he clawed at his chest as he tried to breathe. Joseph was in the armchair, body half falling off with blood dripping from his small head.
“No…” he wailed, swaying on his feet as he stumbled over. His hands shook, hovering over the boy before he carefully lifted him so he didn't fall, leaning him against the chair. Tears fell in rivulets, loud and gut wrenching sobs tearing at his throat as he cradled the boy's bloody head.
Tommy, where's Tommy? His lower lip quivered as he released Joseph, looking around with blurry eyes as he tried to make sense of what happened. He needed to find Tommy. Tommy had to be okay. He moved around the room before going into the kitchen and something broke in him completely at the sight of his baby brother laying on the floor in a pool of blood. An agonised noise left his lips as he fell to his knees on the floor, arms going around his brother uncaring of the blood. He was cold, so cold and he sobbed, clutching Tommy as if it would breathe life back into him. Bad dream, had to be a bad dream, need to wake up, wake up.
“Was hoping you’d show up.”
The voice made him whip around, eyes widening to see Washington, one his squad mates who had also been taken. He’d thought he’d died. The man looked at him with cold eyes, devoid of the life he’d known them to be and it all clicked in his head. He’d been turned, been sent here to dole out Simon’s punishment for getting away, for not bending to Roba’s will. They’d died because of him.
He set his brother's body down, standing up to his full height. He towered over Washington but the man was unflinching, gun dangling in his hand. Big mistake. So much pain and rage swept through him that he could hardly contain it. He lunged at him and the fucker wasn’t prepared for it. The gun clattered to the ground but Simon didn't care about that, didn’t need a fucking weapon because he was one.
He knocked him onto the floor and Washington tried to scramble away, shocked when Simon’s fist collided with his temple and stunned him. But he didn't stop there, couldn't stop there. His fist hit and hit and hit and hit until the man's head was nothing but a pile of broken bones and mush. Until there was brain matter dangling out of his useless split open skull. Until there was no noise coming from the man other than the sick squelching of his head. His rage knew no bounds, ragged breaths ripping in and out of his lungs violently. He couldn't make sense of how he got here, couldn't make sense of anything. Charlotte. Oh god no.
He took off with his heart in his throat, tearing out of the house and running down the street at inhuman speed. The fear he felt was like nothing else he’d ever experienced as he kept running until he felt sick. He pushed himself until their house came into view, Christmas lights up in the window. He came to a screeching halt at the living room window, seeing Lottie folding up washing and putting it on the couch to sort out.
The relief he felt made him crumple to his knees, vomit projecting out of him at a painful speed and onto the driveway. She was alive, she was okay. She wouldn't be though. Roba would come for her, he’d get her because she was all Simon had left and his heart ran cold at the notion. His family were dead. Gone completely. He’d never see his mum's warm smile, see Beth’s kind eyes or hear sweet Joseph's laugh again. And Tommy… he’d never hear his stupid jokes again, never roll his eyes at him, never give him big brotherly advice, never hear him poke fun at him for anything and everything. His baby brother who he’d fought so hard to protect his entire life and he’d failed him. He was dead because of him, he’d killed him.
He wished he’d died back in Mexico so he didn't have to endure the searing pain ripping through his soul. And if he lost Lottie… no, he couldn’t, he fucking refused. He quickly left before she saw him, a plan forming in his mind. He needed to kill Roba, she’d never be safe if he didn’t. Would she be safe even if he did? This proved his line of work was dangerous and he’d made many enemies over the years. He'd never really thought it would bleed into his personal life and now look what happened.
He couldn't do that to her. Having her alive was better than having her with him temporarily just to die because of him. The idea of leaving her like that was painful, he knew just what he was doing by breaking his promise of leaving her alone, but he had no choice. He couldn't have her die because of him. He had to make this right somehow, how to get justice and revenge for his family, had to keep his wife safe even if he had to hurt her in order to do that. He made his way back to his mum's house, a sick feeling festering in his stomach like an infected wound.
There was this eerie emptiness that suddenly wrapped around him like a blanket and he welcomed it. Something shifted within himself and he felt it deep in his core. Simon Riley didn't exist anymore, there was nothing left but an empty shell of a man. A ghost, doomed to haunt the earth as his penance. And so, he did the only thing that made sense, setting fire to the house in some kind of funeral pyre for his family, leaving his tags on that murdering cunts neck so he could finally kill himself once and for all.
The one thing he grabbed before he left was the gift he’d made for Charlotte. He didn't have much left of her now, this was it. He’d left his tags behind as much as it wounded him, but he could keep this. Remind himself he was doing this for her.
When he was far enough away from the house, he made the trek into the city centre, head down and avoiding everyone. He finally got to his destination, chest heavy with grief as he eyed the bus stop in front of him. He could almost envision himself sitting there as if he was a spectator, watch Lottie stroll up in that little dress, watch her pluck his cold heart right out of his chest and warm it up.
He blinked rapidly, tears falling down his miserable and marred face, moving over to sit down, clutching the gift tightly. He wished so badly he could say goodbye to her, to feel her embrace, to feel her soft kiss just one more time, but in a way he knew he’d never be able to leave her if he saw her tearful face. He rummaged in his pockets, reaching out the two gifts off John. A pocket knife and a burner phone. He flicked the knife out, scratching into the metal seat at his side carefully.
S.R
<3
C.R
Maybe she’d see that one day, maybe she’d see it and know it was him, maybe it would comfort her. His lower lip wobbled horribly and he wiped at his eyes, pressing call on the only contact in his phone.
“Hello?” he answered after two rings.
“Price… I need help,” he choked out, unable to stay strong under the unbreakable weight of his pain.
He willed that coldness to come back to him, that emptiness was much easier to handle than all of this emotion. He needed to bury himself, needed to become nothing but a ghost so he could carry out his revenge and keep Charlotte safe. He didn't deserve to have a happy life with her like he’d longed for, was stupid for ever thinking it was possible really, wasn't he? He was nothing but bad luck, cursing everyone he loved to a painful death. He’d never be able to make up for what he’d caused but he’d spend the rest of his miserable life making sure Charlotte wouldn't suffer the same fate.
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Bureaucrats trying to sabotage RTI Act, says Kerala info panel chief
A. Abdul Hakeem | Photo Credit: FILE PHOTO Those assuming public offices should take an oath of transparency upholding the spirit of the Right to Information (RTI) Act rather than an oath of secrecy, which is the case now, State Information Commissioner A. Abdul Hakeem has said. He was speaking at a seminar on RTI Act organised at the Ernakulam Press Club here on October 5 (Saturday) in…
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Online RTI Portal to Get Reply From Government officials
We Draft RTI Application for the Authorities in Just 3 Steps & File RTI Online or Physical Mode
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Judicial Accountability in the High Court of Allahabad
Public information officer High Court of judicature at Allahabad must provide the information of the total number of cases entertained by the Honourable court number-42 of the Honourable High court of Judiciature on the date 29th August 2024 out of 591 listed cases for hearing on this date. Registration NumberHCALD/A/2024/60222NameYogi M P SinghDate of Filing01/11/2024StatusAPPEAL DISPOSED…
#Highcourt#human rights#india#Judicial accountability#law#news#politics#Right to information act 2005#RTI appeal online#RTI application online
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Harishchandra's RTI Application Journey
Registration NumberCOMZP/A/2020/60005NameHarishchandraDate of Filing15/12/2020StatusFIRST APPEAL APPLICATION RETURNED TO APPLICANT as on 11/12/2024Remarks :- appeal on concerned DM office FAA Details FAA NAMEDesignationPhone No.Email Id Nodal Officer Details NameDR [email protected] Online RTI Appeal Form Details Public Authority Details :- * Public AuthorityCOMMISSIONER…
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