मजदूर के प्राइवेट पार्ट में कंप्रेशर से भर दी हवा, इलाज के दौरान हॉस्पिटल में हुई मौत; फैक्ट्री मालिक पर मामला दर्ज
Uttar Pradesh News: यूपी के अलीगढ़ में दोस्तों का मजाक एक मजदूर को महंगा पड़ गया। दोस्तों ने मजदूर के प्राइवेट पार्ट में कंप्रेसर से हवा भर दी जिससे उसकी हालत बिगड़ गई। मजदूर को तुरंत अस्पताल में भर्ती कराया गया लेकिन डॉक्टर उसकी जान नहीं बचा सके।
परिजनों ने मजदूर के दोस्तों और फैक्ट्री मालिक पर लापरवाही का आरोप लगाते हुए केस दर्ज कराया है। पुलिस मामले की जांच कर रही है। केशोपुर जाफरी निवासी 35…
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If We Commented On Modern Fashion Videos Like We Do Historical Fashion Videos
"I mean, it's pretty, but how did you even use the BATHROOM in that?! GROOOOOOSS!!!!"
"things to wear while coughing your lungs out from COVID and wildfire smoke and trying to avoid your fascist neighbor lol"
"yikes, think about how they all had to wear Spanx two sizes too small, though!"
[video shows reasonably nice everyday clothing] "but that's just what RICH PEOPLE wore! not REAL PEOPLE!!!"
[model is a woman of color] "um sweety only WHITE women wore that back then :/"
"did you know that [confidently incorrect, absolutely insane statement about the 2020s that the poster will then argue vehemently about in the replies]"
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there's something that feels so shitty about how, when youtubers sell their own products, they never, ever shout out, acknowledge or appreciate the factory workers who made it possible. youtubers with their own make up stores, nail polish stores, clothes, even something like a jigsaw puzzle. you might even get footage from the factory, yknow, how novel. but the faces of the people making your product are always obscured. in one video, the youtuber thanked the design team of the production company who worked directly with them, which is good, but then, they never even mentioned how it was produced. because it was made by a person making it.
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My dad was made redundant at work today and he's been counting down the days to his retirement (he has a countdown on his phone) so he's as happy as can be. My mum was making fun of him for being a bum and he defended himself by showing us all his little qualification certificates saying he could get work again easily and I thought this was the perfect time to ask what his job actually was because I have no idea and can't tell anyone when they ask me
Me: what is your job btw, I've never asked
Dad: you don't know?! nearly 25 years you've been living here and you don't know?!
Me: I know you work in a shed with metal
Dad: yeah I fix shit!
Me: that's what I tell people!
Dad: I am a machinist
Mum: was a machineist
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I Hate My Name part 1
This is just a silly story of my TTTE OC, Dewi Sri's backstory. I also had another TTTE OC in this story that i keep hidden because i still not done designing them. But yeah, have this two mysterious characters that Sri really cares the most.
September 29th, 1935
This is a big day for me. For the first time since I arrived here, I was appointed to transport some wagons full of sugar to the dock. This was supposed to be Kak Lea's job. But she was scheduled for smokebox cleaning today. So Meneer appointed me. I've never gone this far to deliver something. Ooh, I'm getting a bit nervous about this.
As I was getting ready to leave, I saw Kak Harendra busy carrying boxes of sugar and helping other workers load them onto the trucks. I quickly approached him.
"Kak Har?" I greeted hesitantly.
"Oh, D̴̛͈̻̜̱̒̄̚ḛ̷͋̒̅ẇ̶̪̊̅̅ī̴͔̖͐͘! Have you finished getting ready? Too bad, we haven't finished putting all the sugar into the trucks. You don't mind waiting until it's done, do you?" He offered.
"Oh, no! Um… actually I haven't finished getting ready yet! I came here because I was surprised to see you working outside. Are you… not feeling sick today?"
"Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better today, thank you." He answered confidently. "You know, before I died, I wanted to at least be involved with a lot of things. One of them is to help you do something. Well, when the opportunity arises, I should take it, shouldn't I-?"
"Kak," I interrupted. "Can we for once not talk about death?"
I looked at him. He was frozen in place. It was a good thing the box he was carrying didn't fall over.
"Oh, umm, I'm sorry. I didn't know that you actually hate listening to me ranting about my possible short life expectancy. You must be feeling bummed out because of it. Sorry…" He apologized.
"Well, I understand that it's scary, so you just leave it to fate to decide, but you have to be optimistic! We all work hard here so Meneer has the money to mend you. So don't talk easily about death like that. It makes us all sad, you know?" I'm trying to reassure him.
He chuckled. "Alright, then. I'll keep it in mind."
Finally, all the sugar boxes were loaded into the trucks. I went around checking all the rows of wagons, making sure that none of the hooks were loose or broken. As I was checking the fourth carriage, Kak Lea approached me.
Kak Lea has always had trouble expressing emotions through her face since I've been working here. If you are a stranger, you would think that when she approaches you with her flat face, she is going to scolding or cursing you. But I could see that behind that flat face, she was actually feel happiness seeing me about to do my first run to the dock.
"So, are you ready for your first run to the docks?" Even her voice sounded flat. But like I said, I could sense that she was actually quite happy.
"Yup, but I'm a bit nervous. Hehe." I tried to laugh. She glanced at me before she shifted her gaze to her hands.
"D̴̛͈̻̜̱̒̄̚ḛ̷͋̒̅ẇ̶̪̊̅̅ī̴͔̖͐͘," She patted my shoulder. She then placed each of her index fingers on the right and left sides of her lips, and pushed the surrounding skin upwards, making it look like she was smiling (unnaturally).
"Good luck. I'm proud of you."
I paused, taking a few seconds to process what had just happened. Did Kak Lea… just tried to smile for me?
"Awww! Were you trying to smile for me just now?" I hugged her movingly. She was startled by the hug attack.
I hopped to my engine. Getting ready to head to the dock. My fireman, Babeh Jamsari was waiting for me in the cab. "Ready to go, D̴̛͈̻̜̱̒̄̚ḛ̷͋̒̅ẇ̶̪̊̅̅ī̴͔̖͐͘?"
"Of course!" But before that, I looked out the window, waved at Kak Lea and Kak Har. I blew the whistle and set off.
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