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Good news for women

The training at Sapna Center has helped the women to come up with solutions for problems in their villages.

By Rishabh Jain Published On 31 Aug 2024

Kandabari, India – On a sunny morning in Kandabari village in the northern Indian state of Himachal Pradesh, a group of students is learning to code in a classroom.

Kriti Kumari, 19, is one of 31 women at the Sapna Center, which trains rural women from marginalised backgrounds and requires them to live on campus. The centre offers a yearlong training programme in which women are taught to code and design websites and learn project management and primary-school-level maths for aspiring teachers. The organisation helps others find jobs in India’s information technology sector.

“If not for the Sapna Center, I would have been married by now and doing household chores,” Kumari, a native of the central Indian state of Jharkhand who has been at the centre for four months, told Al Jazeera.

“My brother was against the idea of my studies, and we had financial problems at home. However, my father supported me and dropped me here,” Kumari told Al Jazeera.

The centre is run by Sajhe Sapne, a nonprofit that was started in 2020 by Surabhi Yadav, 32, an alumnus of the country’s premier engineering school, the Indian Institute of Technology (IIT) in Delhi. It has graduated 90 students so far.

For young women like Kumari, coding and programming skills help gain access to India’s $250bn IT industry, which employs more than five million people and where 36 percent of the workforce is women.

An IT job is Kumari’s goal at the end of her course, she said, even though it’s not been an easy journey so far. She had never heard the term coding and initially had a hard time understanding the concept.

Yadav said language barriers are one of the reasons why women from rural areas might not excel in STEM courses.

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Take Me Home (IronDad fic)

A tight-lipped groan made it out of Peter when the black sack was harshly pulled off his head. He rapidly blinked to adjust to the abrupt absence of darkness. He was pretty sure a look in the mirror would reveal a scrunched-up nose and a grimace contorting his features.

As it was, though, he'd have to make do with his ample imagination. The large goon currently glaring at him did not seem all that inclined to allow him out of the chair, much less produce a mirror to correct his appearance. He could feel his hair sticking out in every direction.

Sadly, that little tidbit of situational awareness had escaped his fellow kidnappee.

"Who the hell are you and where have you brought us?" Flash demanded. "Do you know who my father is? Trust me, this is not the first time someone has kidnapped me and my father hates it when I'm not home for dinner! He's gonna make you regret putting your hands on me! You're gonna be out of a job before you can say sorry!"

Was he trying to scare a bunch of criminals with unemployment?

Goon-number-two — shorter than the first but still huge enough to keep up the intimidating factor, hirsute hands and a sculpted moustache curlier than MJ's hair — took a menacing step forward, his burly arms crossed across his chest. He didn't threaten, or otherwise speak, but it still shut Flash up.

Small mercies.

"Eugene Thompson, right?" A third man entered. Significantly shorter than the other two, with an overall harmless appearance except for the smirk playing at the corner of his nicotine-stained lips. It made Peter's skin crawl. "Son of Harrington Thompson and Rose Thompson. Both respected lawyers, and currently vacationing in a rural village on the outskirts of Darjeeling, India with limited, close to no, available network service." The man bent to the boy's eye level. "Did I miss anything, Flash?"

No answer.

The man knew, much as Peter did, what the silence meant.

Main Goon — because it was evident who was in charge here — petted Flash's hair like one would a stranger's puppy in the park before straightening up to his full height. "But don't worry," he said with the same nasty smirk twisting his near-blackened lips, "You are of no interest to me. Keep your head down, don't cause too much trouble, and you'll be home by the end of the day, yeah?"

He didn't wait for Flash's response and turned his gaze on Peter. It was green and cold. "Hello, there, Peter!" He grinned, resembling a shark baring its teeth at its prey far too much for his comfort. "It's lovely to finally meet you!"

"Who are you?" He slipped a sliver of nervousness into his voice, just the right amount for the man to rule him out as a potential danger.

"I'm glad you asked. My name is Daniel Brooke, and I'm going to be your host for the next few hours." The man spoke in a gentle tone as false as Mr. Leons' black wig.

(The man was a natural blonde and the black wig clashed with his light eyebrows almost as much as Mr. Stark and "Secretary Nudnik", Mr. Stark's latest nickname for Thunderbolt Ross, did.)

"What do you want with us?"

"Another good question. You must be very popular with your teachers," Brooke said (never mind that Flash had demanded those exact same answers a mere few moments ago). The praising inflection set his teeth on edge. "I know your secret, Peter. That's right," he cooed when momentary fear passed through his face — this time, very, very real — before he schooled his features back into neutrality. "Your school may be stupid, your friends can be naïve, but not me. You can't fool me."

Peter swallowed thickly. "I don't have any secrets."

The man laughed. It was a shrill noise, and it clawed at Peter's senses like rusted metal scraping against bone. "That was an admirable attempt, Peter, but I'm afraid it missed your intended mark by a mile." Brooke grabbed the arms of the chair he was tied to, and bent down until he was at his eye level, similar to what he had done with Flash but a little more aggressive. Up this close, Peter noticed the yellow spots on his crooked teeth and the stench of bear that overpowered his otherwise pleasant cinnamon and sandalwood scent. "Your internship with Stark Industries, I know about that."

It took Peter a moment to register Brooke's words, but when he did, a weight that he hadn't even been aware of lifted off his shoulders. He exhaled a breath, shaky not because of his present predicament but because of the uncomfortable lack of distance between them.

Looking at him now, everything that had added to the sinister impression Brooke was so obviously going for, only made him seem a run-of-the-mill part-time villain involving himself in situations that demanded someone of a higher pay grade.

"It's not exactly a secret." Peter couldn't help it here. He'd spent the last few minutes shit-scared imagining all the different ways these people could hurt him if they knew about Spiderman: they could go after May, his friends. Hell, Flash, too. The boy was literally there.

What did they even want from him if it wasn't revenge from Spiderman?

"Yes, but people don't believe you, do they? But I do. I know you're telling the truth."

"Okay?" Peter wouldn't lie, he was a tad creeped out. "Why did that make you want to kidnap us?"

"Flash is collateral. I don't need him. Like I said, he keeps quiet and does what we ask, and he'll be dropped off at his home unharmed." Flash appeared nearly insulted at being waved away dismissively. What was up with people? Everybody was crazy, he decided. "I only want you."

"Why?"

Brooke frowned. "What do you think?" He made a series of pointless vague gestures. "Money, of course. I want Stark Industries to pay the ransom."

"You want a ransom," Peter repeated if only to ensure that he hadn't, all of a sudden, become hard of hearing. Brooke nodded. Okay, then. "You want Stark Industries, the leading tech company in the United States, to pay ransom and for that, you kidnap a lowly intern?"

"You're not a random intern!" Brooke screamed. He looked more offended on Peter's behalf than Peter, himself, was. "You're Stark's personal intern! I know!"

Peter was, honestly, getting tired of Brooke insisting he knew things. News flash, he didn't.

He inhaled a deep breath through his nose, ignored the smell of stale beer and the nearest drainage system that left a bitter taste in his mouth (sometimes, super senses were a bitch severe inconvenience) and let it out equally as slowly. "Even then, Stark Industries has a no-negotiation policy for kidnappings." Mr. Stark had it documented after Afghanistan. It was a whole thing. Considering that he was the only person in SI prone to being kidnapped, nobody else had more than half a trembling tree branch to stand on.

"I'm sure Stark will make an exception for you, seeing as the two of you are so close."

He could feel Flash's eyes burning into the side of his skull. Well, it wasn't like he had ever hidden it. If anything, it was the boy's fault for not believing him in the first place. "I wouldn't be so certain."

Mr. Stark wouldn't make an exception for him, he'd simply track his shoes down — there was a tracker in it; he knew, Mr. Stark knew that he knew, both of them pretended the other didn't — and blast his kidnappers to another continent.

Peter didn't say this from experience. Believe it or not, this was the first time he had been taken hostage for any reason. But Spiderman had been injured in multiple fights, and Mr Stark's mood tended to take a nosedive whenever he received a scratch on his body, and stab wounds unleashed a whole different monster. Entirely dramatic reactions on Mr. Stark's part but the man never listened to him.

So yes, this was a novel adventure for him.

"We'll see. Peter. We'll see." Brooke patted him on his shoulder and promptly walked away, gesturing his minions to follow after him before swinging his hands in a fashion that reminded Peter of his school's band march.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

Peter sighed. As amusing as watching the men was now, he was only prolonging the inevitable. He turned his head to the right, and sure enough, Flash was already staring at him, eyes wide, lips parted, breathing short and fast, his forehead practically inked with a bunch of question marks.

But first things first. "Flash, you need to calm down." The last thing he needed was a fellow kidnappee on the verge of a meltdown.

"You were telling the truth about being Tony Stark's intern?"

Wasn't it wonderful how it took a short, half-balding man with a severe case of bad breath to say it once for Flash to believe while Peter, his classmate, had been saying it since the end of sophomore year?

"I can't believe this!" And he was off with his rambling.

It was just as well. Peter needed to think, and he couldn't do that while having an ill-timed rapid-fire round with his school bully.

Okay, what did Mr. Stark always say? Chalk out the facts, identify the problem and brainstorm a solution.

Alright. Facts.

They were on their post-decathlon (which they won, in case anyone was interested to know) field trip — this time to Coney Island — when the team had opted to ride the longest roller coaster in the amusement park. Peter had refused for...reasons. It wasn't that he was terrified of heights (please, he was Spiderman), he was merely wary about the safety aspect.

Regardless, Peter had expected to be alone for the duration of the ride. Mr. Harrington had offered but he could see his teacher was pumped about the Cyclone, which was the name of the death trap, by the way. He would never have pegged Roger Harrington as a roller coaster kind of guy but to each their own, he supposed. In the end, Flash had generously given up a seat on the ride to "keep Peter company". Mr Harrington hadn't needed to be told twice.

Was it irresponsible of him to leave two kids alone while going off on a ride? At the time, it hadn't seemed all that dangerous.

He'd been wrong. That was precisely when a sack had been put over their head. His Peter-tingle had tingled, of course — God, May was rubbing off on him — but there was nothing he could have done without arousing suspicion.

And that brought them to his current situation.

Spiderman, snatched in broad daylight by a couple of small-time villains. His secret identity was a boon in times such as these, though it was hella stressful to maintain it.

Step two, identify the problem: He'd been kidnapped, he had a civilian to protect, and they needed to escape. How would he do that in a way that wouldn't instantly tip Flash off to his secret identity? As it was, some days, he felt as if Flash was a Spiderman stalker with how fluent and knowledgeable he was in Spiderman's activities.

Step three: solution. He had no clue how to approach this.

"Is that a StarkWatch-438?"

The non-sequitur grabbed his attention before he could carefully evade it. "What?"

"Your wristwatch! Is it a 438? How do you even have it? It launched less than a week ago and has a two-month wait period!"

How the heck did Flash even see his watch? His hands were tied behind him. "Does it matter right now?"

"Yeah, you're right," the boy muttered. Huh. Peter was going to mark this day in his calendar. "Use it."

"What?"

"Use it!"

Peter stared at him. Flash stared back. After a minute or two, the other boy made a noise of realisation. "You don't know how to use it, do you?"

"To read a watch? Yes, Flash, I do know how to read a watch."

"Not how to read it, dummy!" Flash snapped, but his voice contained much less venom than usual. "The panic button. Press the panic button."

Ah! Right, the panic button. Peter cleared his throat, but any and every reply suffered a premature death on his tongue. What would he say, in any case? He was aware of the panic button. He'd inspired it after one too many instances of fainting in a dark alleyway due to untreated stab wounds.

But he wouldn't use it. He couldn't. It would be embarrassing to have Iron Man come to Spiderman's rescue, even if nobody knew about the Spiderman bit.

"The signal would go to May, Flash! How do you think my Aunt would help this situation?" There, that ought to be a good excuse.

"She could alert the police?"

"Mr. Harrington would've already done that, I'm sure. Look, I have this under control, okay?" Or he would as soon as he figured out a way to get rid of the ropes confining his hands and escape with Flash without resorting to his Spidey strength.

Unfortunately — or fortunately, as Flash would later argue — the decision was made for him in the form of a red-and-gold blur crashing through the glass panes of the semi-constructed building they had been kept hostage in.

Flash squeaked, and Iron Man's head cocked as if regarding a particularly interesting creature. No, he wasn't looking at Flash.

"Peter Parker." The mechanical voice of the suit typically rendered all voice modulation flat, but this time, the unimpressed note eluded its filtering. See, this was how one made themselves a domineering and fearsome figure. Not with crooked teeth and too wide a smirk.

"I was about to call you—"

"It has been two hours and you still haven't pressed the panic button on the watch that you are wearing."

He was so grounded.

He hoped to hell and back that Mr. Stark wasn't actually in the suit. He'd do anything, God, please, just not a lecture in front of Flash. He'd never let him live it down.

The suit — because he was going to assume, for his sanity, that this was the suit and Mr Stark was commandeering it from within his lab miles away for a quick Underoos rescue before he had to get back to some or the other meeting and wouldn't have the opportunity to chew him out with an audience in attendance — made to approach Peter when he shook his head and nodded towards Flash. "Help him first."

A sigh. FRIDAY was messing with him, wasn't she? Both father and daughter had an equally snarky sense of humour.

Flash's ropes were off within twenty seconds. Peter's in less than that. Was Mr Stark aware of Flash bullying him?

This was a disaster in the making, wasn't it?

It only escalated from there when Daniel Brooke and his two loyal henchmen burst into the room, Brooke emphasising his insanity with a crazed "Hah!"

"I knew it!" The man crowed. "I knew you wouldn't leave your precious intern alone! I'd thought you'd concede to the ransom demand but this is even better!"

Iron Man tilted his head to the side again. "Who are you?" And this time, his voice was very, very flat.

"Daniel Brooke. You took everything from me! Now, I'm gonna take everything from you!"

"Hey, man, this wasn't the deal!" Goon-number-one objected.

"Silence, you imbeciles!" Brooke hissed. "And did I give the guns to you for show? Point them at the two boys, fools!"

The men exchanged a silent look and crossed their arms in a creepy synchrony. "We want our money. We don't care about your revenge." Oh, would you look at that? Not so loyal as Peter had initially thought.

"Ugh! I have to do everything around here!" This was a comedy show. "Stark, you listen to me, you ruined my business—"

"I don't even know who you are!" Iron Man's protest was more of a tired whine. The only thing missing was him stomping his foot like a child who'd just been denied living on ice cream.

"I am Daniel Brooke. Weren't you listening?" No, he wasn't, Peter was nearly eighty-four per cent sure. Mr. Stark was great at tuning unnecessary chatter out. And to him, almost everything anyone said qualified to be unnecessary chatter. Unless it was about science. Then you'd have his full attention. For a few minutes, at least. He got easily bored. "I used to supply sandwiches to HYDRA—"

"To HYDRA," Iron Man deadpanned.

"Yes, and you destroyed the base, and I lost all my income. My wife left me."

"That might be the beer stench," Goon-number-one muttered under his breath.

Peter snorted.

He was ignored.

Brooke was still prattling on. Peter settled in for a lengthy villainous monologue when Iron Man's repulsors went up and blasted the man in the face.

He went down like the Chitauri after Mr. Stark had destroyed their motherboard.

Probably not his best analogy.

The two goons immediately put their hands up in surrender, horror painted across their faces.

Iron Man, in response, simply tucked Peter and Flash under either arm and lobbed himself in the air, away from the building and towards home.

🩷

They dropped Flash on the street in front of his home first.

It was Mr. Stark inside the suit.

He got an extremely lengthy lecture.

And he was grounded.

At least, he didn't have to control himself from hurling his guts up due to the fling-a-fling of the roller coaster. His Spiderman identity also managed to remain safe.

Another day, another identity save.

All in a good day's work.

God, this was getting exhausting.

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“A generation which ignores history has no past -- and no future.”  

The National Centre for Social Research Centre's Social Attitude survey, finding that there has been a sharp decline in British national pride in the last decade has driven the pundits and politicians on the right into displays of righteous indignation. 

Peoples pride in being British has fallen from 83% in 1995 to 64% in 2023. Only 53% think democracy works well in this country, down from 60% in 1995, and only 49% would rather be a British citizen than any other country, a decline of 20% since 1995. What has particularly agitated those on the right is the finding that pride in British history has dropped from 86% in 2013, to 64% in 2023.

Nigel Forage, never one to miss an opportunity for self-promotion, went on a “blistering rant" concerning the decline of national pride in British history, claiming he has been “railing against" an education establishment that is constantly  "talking down Britain’s past”.

What’s happened claims Forage is there has been a “Marxist take-over, of people that hate the country, hate what it stands for, and they have done their job” Primary school teachers, secondary school teachers and university lectures all “rejoice” in putting Britain down.

Who would have thought it? That seemingly lovely Mrs Jones, who does so much for the infants in her care, a revolutionary Marxist. The dusty secondary school history teacher Mr Smith, also a Marxist, just waiting to advance the communist revolution on the streets of Britain. Unbelievable! And as for all of those university academics…just don’t get me started.

What a load of utter piffle Mr Farage. But he knows that. What he is doing is dog whistling as usual.

Taking the teaching of slavery as an example , Forage condemns the educational establishment for teaching that Britain was “the only country in the history of mankind that had ever conducted slavery.” What’s more says Forage, Britain  "far from being the one nation, actually, that ended it,..lost a lot of money and a lot of lives driving it out."

Lets examine these claims.

First, no one has ever said that Britain was the only slave-trading nation. Portugal, France, Spain, Netherlands, USA and Denmark ALL profited from slaves.

Second, Forage was right in asserting that  Britain was one of the first major European powers to officially abolish slavery. The Abolition of Slavery Act was passed inn 1833 but not all British owned slaves were covered by this act as it specifically excluded many slave colonies owned by the East India Company and British slaves on the islands of Ceylon and St Helena.

Third, British sailors did die fighting the slave trade but nowhere near as many as has been claimed on social media. Fullfact.org, state that the figure of between 17,000 and 20,00 Royal Navy sailors dying fighting illegal slave traders is untrue, the figure being much nearer 2000.

Forth, did driving out slavery cost a lot of money? Yes it did, but none of the money went to the slaves themselves, only to the slave owners as compensation for their losses.

Despite the repugnant and morally corrupt practice of slave ownership that the 1833 Abolition of Slavery Act represented, a mere four years after this law came into being another piece of slavery legislation was enacted: the Slave Compensation Act 1887.

This is something Forage and those other millionaires and billionaires on the right of British politics often neglect to tell us. Despite the repugnant and utterly immoral practice of slave ownership implicit in the Abolition of Slavery Act 1833, this new act ordered the Commissioners for the Reduction of the National Debt to compensate slave owners in the British colonies to the tune of £20 million pound – around £17billion pounds today. This payout was a massive 40% of total government budget.

What else Forage neglects to say is that the last compensation payment for loss of slaves paid for by the British government was in 2015.

In short, we the British taxpayer, have been paying compensation to slave owners and their dependents for "loss of their property” for the past 182 years!

I only wish we did teach these things in our schools but we don’t. In fact, the Conservative government, in its Education Act of 1996 made the promoting of partisan views by teachers illegal.

So much for Marxist conspiracy theories!

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC interview

Thanks @theelfauthor here!

Rules: answer the questions in the perspective of an OC!

I think I'll do Akash!

Are you named after anyone?

“Nope. Well, at least, not that I know of, but I don't think so.... Maybe there might've been a distant relative named Akash or something that I've never met, or maybe my parents knew someone named Akash when they were young and thought it was a cool name of something. I dunno, I don't think so, at least as far as I know.”

When was the last time you cried?

“Hahaha... It was...last night, actually, but it's not MY FAULT that it was Carla's turn to pick the movie and she picked the most heart wrenching film I've ever seen in my life!”

Do you have kids?

“... Dude. I'm fourteen.”

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

“Not really. I kinda just call things as they are, and sometimes I'll throw in a joke or something.”

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

“I literally have no idea. I think I just kinda see all of them at once. Not, like, in a deep way or anything. I just don't think I really focus on a specific detail. I guess... hair? I usually notice if someone's hair is better than mine, but that's a low bar.”

What’s your eye colour?

“What do you think? *Blinks slowly* Lovely lovely brown.”

Scary movies or happy endings?

“Sorry, I like happy endings. I scare super easy, and Robbie doesn't let me live it down. But he screams more. I flinch at everything, but on the bigger moments, Robbie is a total wuss. But yeah, happy endings. Sometimes they make me cry, I'm not ashamed.”

Any special talents?

“My middle school choir teacher said I have a good range. I hope that counts. I'm also good at making music playlists. I know how to cook, but I'm nowhere near Noelle's level. Um. I also am decent at pencil doodles, haha. If dragons, mainly. Uh... I... I'm not sure, what can I do? I can... tolerate a bad hair day? Ish. Man, why is this so hard?”

Where were you born?

“I think India, I was told India, but this whole Alium thing makes things very confusing.”

Do you have any pets?

“No, and that sucks! I want a cat.”

What sort of sports do you play?

*bursts out laughing* “No, no, okay, okay... I like watching sports, not playing. I've held the balls before -- NO NO NO NO the sports ball things, I've held those, but I don't play. I love watching baseball, though. Robbie thinks it takes too long, but he always sits next to me and gets the soda and hotdogs and popcorn.”

How tall are you?

“Five-foot-seven, which is an inch above Robbie. And no, I don't let him hear the end of that.”

What was your favourite subject in school?

“English and choir.”

What is your dream job?

“Woah, I've not that far ahead. Uh... No idea. Well, maybe an idea. School wasn't, like, awful, but it was a struggle for me. I think that if I became a teacher, I could make it better for kids like me, y'know? I'd like to give them things I never got.”

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Wait Raj too? Ripper and Raj brothers?? 👀

yeah!! i wrote a bunch of stuff for a nowen family au during ict

sorry if it’s incomprehensible. ya girl-type-creature is incapable of forming coherent sentences

the original total drama took place in 1997 instead of 2007 to make noah and owen’s ages as parents make sense

raj is older than ripper, which is surprising for people. ripper and raj are also twins, which is even more surprising for people!

raj and ripper’s full names are ‘rajesh könig-fraser’ and ‘rhynnfrew könig-fraser’

i headcanon ripper to be welsh, so for that to still be true in the au, owen is of welsh decendance. this means that raj and ripper are part german, part indian, part canadian and part welsh! it’s a very rich cultural background.

raj and ripper regularly speak german or hindi in the house which confuses owen/makes him feel left out since he can only speak english

noah tries to comfort him by saying that learning a language when you’re not born speaking it can be hard, and that owen can speak a bit of welsh while noah can’t. this half-works

noah tried to prevent the boys from discovering what total drama was because they are embarrassed about their past. unfortunately, wayne got in the way of this (big total drama fan - is the reason the brothers auditioned)

owen has a part time job at an ice-cream parlour, and noah teaches languages and psychology at raj and ripper’s highschool.

raj and ripper are Little Dipshits ™️ and decided to take german as their language in school for an easy A, but ended up with noah as their teacher and, as the loving mother they are, they started the school year by calling the two out in front of their entire class.

wayne is the family’s neighbour. he became raj’s best friend immediately, and would constantly be invited over for playdates. ripper became his friend by association.

noah needs glasses for reading. when ripper is mad at them, he will hide those glasses and scatter clues around the house with writing purposefully made tiny and messy to make things harder.

owen sparked raj’s love for hockey. he regularly takes him to see games and picks him up after practice (his shift ends at around the same time raj’s training sessions end)

the family is visited by owen’s parents and brothers very often. they’re always there to come to babysit the boys. noah’s family (the ones in other continents and who live in canada) live far away. they go to their closest family during shorter school holidays, extended family in germany for christmas, and extended family in india in the summer. (they still get to see noah’s closest family there since they all go to those places when noah does anyways)

sometimes, eva and izzy just. randomly break into the home without any warning. this always frightens noah and owen, but ripper and raj are always excited to see them. ripper loves izzy because of her unpredictable nature and the fact she allows him to do stupid and dangerous stuff, and raj loves eva because she’s super sporty and a very worth competitor. they also give awesome birthday gifts.

total drama episodes air the week after they’re filmed. not necessarily for the au, just a headcanon of mine.

owen and noah flipped their shit when ripper and axel kissed.

raj and ripper love to engage in eachother’s shenanigans, but they also love to scrap, insult and pretend they don’t know eachother. they are eachother’s number one supporters and number one haters.

april fool’s day gets very dangerous in the könig-fraser household………

raj and ripper have always shared a room. ripper is absolutely pissed that he’s not allowed to sleep on the top bunk.

noah and owen are really used to being called into school (or the hospital) because of their sons. neither of them know how to do anything without getting in some sort of trouble.

[girlactionfigure]

The Jewish Bollywood Star: Esther Abraham

She was India's first female film producer

Esther Abraham was a Jewish Bollywood superstar and the first female film producer in India. She was a proud observant Jew even while shaping modern Indian culture.

Esther was born in Calcutta in 1916 to an Orthodox Jewish family. The Abrahams were Baghdadi Jews who had emigrated from Iraq in the 19th century. In school Esther excelled academically and athletically. She was a talented hockey player with a roomful of trophies. Esther was also an artist who attended Cambridge University after high school and majored in art.

After university, Esther became a kindergarten teacher at a Jewish school in Calcutta, but she yearned to be a performer. Her first job in the entertainment industry was as a dancer for a silent movie theater. Esther’s job was to entertain the audience during a pause in the film while the reel were changed.

Many members of Esther’s family were talented musicians and performers. She went to visit an actress cousin in Bombay who was appearing in a theater production. The director noticed tall, beautiful Esther and gave her a screen test.

Esther did so well on the test that she soon appeared in her first movie, Bhikaran, in 1936. Around this time she was given the screen name Pramila. Audiences fell in love with Pramila and she quickly became one of the most famous actresses in India. She also worked as a model and appeared on many magazine covers. In 1947, at age 31, Esther won the first Miss India contest – while pregnant with her fifth child.

At that time in India, the movie industry was controlled by a handful of extremely wealthy producers who exploited their actors and crew members and paid them only a measly salary. Esther Abraham decided to change that. She defied the studio system by becoming the first female producer of Bollywood feature films. Esther formed her own production company, Silver Productions, and produced sixteen feature films. She treated her cast and crew with respect and paid them well.

Esther starred in 30 films. In addition to being an actress and producer, she did her own stunts and worked as a stunt double for other performers. Esther also designed her own costumes and jewelry for every production.

Famous for her enchantingly beautiful eyes, audiences didn’t know that her eyesight was very poor and she did dance moves by counting the steps. Audiences also were likely unaware that she was Jewish – and probably wouldn’t have cared. Unlike so many countries with Jewish communities, India has no history of antisemitism.

Esther’s daughter Naqi Jahan was crowned Miss India in 1967, and they are the only mother and daughter who both won the title. Her son Haidar Ali is a successful Indian actor and screenwriter. Haidar described his mother: “A woman who was gifted by God with internal power and strength… she magnetized power…. One the home front she kept us together [clenching his fist] like this.”

Esther Abraham appeared in her last film in 2005, at age 90, playing a grandmother in the movie Thaang. She died a few months after its release. Until the end of her long life, Esther remained a practicing Jew. Her funeral was at the Maghen David synagogue, and her son Maurice read Psalms in Hebrew. Esther was buried in the Jewish cemetery in Mumbai.

For entertaining audiences for seventy years, and for being the first female film producer in India, we honor Esther Abraham, aka Pramila, as this week’s Thursday Hero.

[nagisasstunningpersonality]

What kind of relationship do you think Karma has with his parents ?

In canon: in the manga itself I believe his parents are only mentioned twice - chapters 37 and 89. In 37 (my TL from Japanese) Karma recognises the henna that Sugaya did on himself, and says his parents are crazy about India and come back with a henna tattoo every time they go on a trip. In 89, all he says is he likes his name because he inherited his parents' weird taste. Karma is 14 when both conversations take place.

He doesn't seem upset or bothered by particularly the chapter 37 mention, however... Maybe it's best if I fully translate what it says in roll call book:

"His parents make a killing as daytraders, they're both free spirits and weirdos. They spend more than half of a year away travelling. They have the regular saying 'you can fulfill anything you set your mind on if you don't bend your heart', and even when they're not at home, this is strongly reflected in Karma's personality."

So we basically have confirmation that Karma's parents willfully leave their 14 year old (and most likely this started when he was much younger) son home alone most of the time.

We also have the detail that Nagisa's the only one who's been to his house which is "strange because of his parent's hobbies" (roll call book) and that it often smells like Indian incense (graduation album).

Now let's unpack what day trading actually involves. It's not really a 'job', they basically just trade stocks over and over each day. This isn't the same as investing long term in companies you think will grow, it's keeping a constant eye on market movements and quick profits. If they're making a lot of money, enough to pay private school fees and maintain a lifestyle in an expensive area of Japan ar least, then they're reasonably good at it. This means basically constantly monitoring and analysing the stock market movements in any given day.

Their trips can't be mistaken with business travel then. The vocabulary used also implies it's more a trip for pleasure.

This is where the direclty canon stuff ends and I'll add my own opinion on this.

Karma has never said or implied anything about being upset with this. It's definitely implied that he looks up to his parents in some way - he enjoys that he inherited their weird taste at least, and he clearly takes their teachings to heart. Then again I feel like a lot of 14 year old boys would have an absolute field day if regularly left alone without parental supervision.

That being said, I can't help but feel like their relationship must be a little strained, especially if they're just straight up not there. Also their son being suspended from school for attacking another student, and then wrecking a teacher's office, isn't enough to make them think they should keep a closer eye on him?

I think it's definitely possible he has a bit of a lowkey complex about it. You could read his distrust of teachers as an authority thing, but I think it could be a variation of abandonment issues. I also think that's part of why he struggled with friendships and letting people get close to him in general.

It's also very interesting to me that despite taking his parents' words to heart, he chose a career in the civil service. Kind of seems like the antithesis of them. Honestly they give me the vibe of hypocritical hippies, as in acting like they're all anti establishment yet clearly fully engage with and profit from capitalism.

So yeah, I think strained, especially as an adult when interactions happen less naturally. I feel like they wouldn't even really 'know' each other.

[eatmangoesnekkid]

Looking back over my life through high school, college, and post-grad, I realized that I have always possessed some level of whore energy, not a traditional whore energy where I was having sex with others (just wasn't my thing), but a whore consciousness, a Goddess of Love, Isis-Magdalena heritage and emanation. When you tap into whore consciousness,  people will tend to  "like" you, and want to be around you in any space you inhabit. It's because whore energy teaches you how to make people feel better. It models how to communicate in authentically pleasant ways with any gender, ethnicity, or class, innocently charming with your attention, eye contact, care, and witty use of language. People will perceive you friendly. Teachers may give you extra time and attention. You and another person could be doing the same job at a company, but your workload will be lighter. Life will come to you easier than it does most. When you emanate a whore consciousness, a grounded, invisible, magnetic quality of energy, people will desire to be around you because you make them feel something. Whore consciousness brings you back home to your body and into the presence of pure love that you get to share with the global world. Because ultimately, at our core, we all just want to remember how to feel something deeper and exceptional again.

India Ame’ye, Author, From Chapter “Whore Consciousness”

Additional comments:

virtualcrusadelover said: I like this line of thought, but I'm disturbed by it being labelled whoreishness. Why do you give it that name?

eatmangoesnekkid said: Good girls, sweet girls, nice girls!!! As an ex “good girl, sweet girl, nice girl” I can honestly tell you that you will have to look into your socialization and perception of the word...the word itself is "innocent" and full of vitality.  Whore is what the energy is which is why I named it as such---for some, the word will feel juicy and pleasure-amplifying, like a full throttle 'yes' queen -energy. for others, it will feel degrading, triggering, or predatory. Both interpretations will be correct based on the reader's conditioning, perceptions, and lived experiences. I made the transmission cleaner in my book by defining why I chose to call it "whore" energy. You can call it “Goddess  of Love” or Venusian as alternatives, but it’s all just the oldest archetype of the feminine, the whore, pro-ho....consciousness, that plays a role in magnetism and a healthy pelvic floor that allows you to cultivate a greater amount of life force energy for your body, your lover, and your dreams, objectives, and desires and evolve your health, awareness and consciousness.  Considerthat in Ancient times, during the height of whoring, whores were highly revered and respected oracles and prophetesses. Also consider advocating for the rights of sex workers as well. It’s all connected. :)

virtualcrusadelover said: We’ll have different thoughts about this, I understand, but in the effort of creating dialogue: to me, it’s not perception, but what the word is. “Whore” inherently holds the meaning and origin of shaming female sexuality/objectifying women. My spirit doesn’t reject it in fears of not being a “good girl.” I see letting this wild, pure freedom live by a different name other than something associated with being an object to be used by others.     

eatmangoesnekkid said: I totally feel you. I also know that it is a word that holds a lot of power that we can retrieve back. I hope after reading the content  of this chapter, if inspired, you feel the warm embrace and evolution in reclamation which is not about men but about running the flow of energy throughout your body to distill a brighter more loving emanation for our world to be inspired from. What would you call it? Thank you for sharing your heart. :)             

virtualcrusadelover said: Hmm, not sure what to call it. But maybe a new understanding needs to begin at large at first, which won’t hold a name for a while. I don’t know. Either way, looking forward to reading your book :)                                   

eatmangoesnekkid said: that’s SOOO incredibly beatuiful what you just said “…..but maybe a new understanding needs to begin at large at first, which won’t hold a name for a while…..” I love that as well.

virtualcrusadelover said: I love your writings as well which is why I'm happy to have this conversation with you. :) Is this chapter in your upcoming book?

Original Poster

eatmangoesnekkid said: thank you and yes!! ;)

The core awakening of Whore /Goddess of Love, Isis/Magdelena, Harlot, or compassionate, loving Grace energy is a sacred transmission of a healer, visionary, oracle,  dancer, and every other arts you can imagine. The legacy named "whore" was eventually downgraded, cast out, reviled, and shamed, but was a Divine Feminine High Priestess trained in the arts and mystery schools. This energy was an equal counterpart to Yeshua, the Divine Masculine. Both consciousnesses were teachers and anointed Beings that effected the human essences of those who were open to receive. Whore energy, when it's truthful and grounded, seeds the way of love, beauty, and regeneration. When its authentic, this consciousness will help you remember your divinity in human form. It will inspire you to stop leading with your head and accompanying overthinking and overprocessing, and come back down into your body, with your holy oils, intimacy, and kundalini. It will midwife a psycho-somatic remembrance on how to truly love yourself and love others. If you desire a life full of love, abundance, dance, lightheartedness, ease, and to joyfully use your voice and expression, what you are also desiring is to connect to the spinal fluids, mysteries, and higher frequencies, like Whore Consciousness, and retrieve back the power inherent in these codes and frequencies for integration. Ancient arts that are highly applicable to our lives today.

India Ame’ye, Author

[collapsedsquid]

However, this theory cannot account for the reality of service-based capitalist accumulation today. First of all, the category “services” lumps together a widely divergent range of sectors such as retail, hospitality, and transport, not to mention professional and personal services from education and health care to finance and real estate. Many of these sectors are productive in the Marxist sense of the term, generating surplus value, and indeed are extremely profitable. Second, the assumption that manufacturing possesses unique growth-inducing properties and capacity to scale doesn’t really make sense in the face of services based on information and communication technology (ICT), digital automation, and platform scalability. Third, Baumol’s model is outdated. Service workers represent a far greater proportion of the labor force today than they did in the mid-twentieth century when he developed that model. Baumol also uses a narrow set of service occupations as the basis for his theory, like beauticians and elementary school teachers. Taking the United States as an example, from the 1990s to the 2000s, jobs and productivity growth was mostly driven by ICT, logistics and transport, the retail trade, insurance, finance, and other services. Labor productivity in services grew at a rate of 2.6 percent a year between 1995 and 2001 — the rate for manufacturing was 2.3 percent — accounting for 73 percent of US labor productivity growth. The share of services in US GDP as a whole rose to 80 percent in 2007 from 60 percent in 1947. Service sector employment accounted for more than 83 percent of total employment in 2013, compared to 60 percent in 1947. Looking beyond rich countries, we can also see shifts to ICT-intensive service exports. In 2014, India was the largest global exporter of ICT services with a value of $74 billion due to both scale and productivity. Total factor productivity in the Indian service sector grew by 2.4 percent from 1980 to 2006 — twice the rate of industry and agriculture. We should not dismiss service industries as “stagnant sectors” of low-skill, low-wage jobs that are a drag on growth. Many countries around the world are seeing services contribute an increasing share of growth over time. Services may have historically played a small part in capitalist growth, often resisting mechanization as they remained outside the circuit of capital in domestic reproduction. But this is no longer the case today.

Going to have a rich highly-productive economy by having everyone be a Real Estate Broker or personal injury lawyer

[jobsineducationsector]

The Essential Guide to Teaching: Top 8 Practical Strategies

Teaching job requires a combination of passion, knowledge, and effective strategies. Whether you're an experienced educator or just starting out, employing practical teaching strategies can greatly enhance your students' learning experiences. Here in this article, we are going to describe the top eight strategies to enhance your teaching experiences in the classroom. Let’s get started!

Active Learning: Engage students by involving them in hands-on activities, discussions, and problem-solving tasks. This approach encourages critical thinking and participation, leading to better comprehension and retention.

Clear Objectives: Set clear learning objectives for each lesson. When students understand what they're expected to learn, they are more likely to stay focused and motivated throughout the lesson.

Varied Teaching Methods: Utilise a mix of teaching methods such as lectures, group activities, multimedia presentations, and case studies. This caters to different learning styles and keeps the classroom dynamic.

Formative Assessment: Regularly assess students' understanding during the learning process. This helps identify gaps in knowledge and allows you to adjust your teaching strategies accordingly.

Constructive Feedback: Provide timely and constructive feedback on assignments and assessments. Positive reinforcement and suggestions for improvement motivate students to excel.

Incorporate Technology: Integrate technology tools like interactive simulations, online discussions, and educational apps. Technology enhances engagement and prepares students for a tech-driven world.

Real-World Connections: Relate lessons to real-world applications. Showcasing the practical relevance of what students are learning helps them grasp concepts more effectively.

Adaptability: Be flexible in your teaching approach to accommodate diverse learning needs. Some students may require additional support or alternative explanations to grasp complex topics.

Remember, the key to effective teaching is continuous self-improvement. Stay open to feedback from students and colleagues, attend professional development workshops, and keep up with educational trends.

Benefits of Implementing Practical Strategies into teaching and learning: - 

Executing Practical strategies into teaching and learning offers numerous benefits:

Enhanced Engagement: Practical activities captivate students' interest, fostering active participation.

Improved Retention: Hands-on experiences lead to better comprehension and longer-lasting memory retention.

Real-world Application: Practical learning connects theory to real-life situations, enhancing practical skills.

Critical Thinking: Problem-solving tasks stimulate critical thinking and analytical skills.

Collaborative Learning: Group activities encourage teamwork and effective communication.

Adaptability: Practical learning adapts to diverse learning styles and individual needs.

Confidence Boost: Successful completion of practical tasks boosts students' confidence and self-esteem.

Career Readiness: Practical skills gained align directly with job market demands.

Fun and Motivation: Engaging activities make learning enjoyable, increasing motivation to learn.

Holistic Learning: Practical strategies combine cognitive, emotional, and physical aspects of learning.

Final Words

By implementing these practical strategies, you create an environment that fosters active participation, critical thinking, and a genuine passion for learning. Your role as an educator goes beyond imparting information – it's about nurturing curiosity and inspiring a lifelong love of learning in your students.

Get teaching jobs near you

[hoperays-song]

Jia Information!!!

Ok, so I recently realised I never posted anything about Jia, my OC version of Johnny's mum, and considering how important of a character she is in legit nearly all of my works, I obviously had to remedy that.

So here we go, some info on the one and only Jia Taylor!

(Picrew, Info, and Backstory actually lol)

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------Picrew------

------Info------

Legal Name: Jia Saanvi Taylor ‘nee Sutar

Common Name: Jia Taylor

Nicknames: Ji

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 34 (at death)

Birthday: February 13, 1975

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Gender Identity: Cisgender

Height: 5'7"

Ethnicity: Indian

Languages Spoken: Hindi, English

Diagnosis: Depression, PTSD

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Golden Brown

Scars/Tattoos/Piercings/Markings: Two piercings each ear

Family Members: Bio father (Aarav), Bio Mom (Reeva), Bio older sister (Jahnavi), Bio younger brother (Jahnu), and Bio Child (Johnny)

Habits/Stims: Tapping fingers like playing a piano, humming songs at random

Romantic Partners: Marcus Taylor (husband)

Notes:

worked as a pianist and a music teacher

died due to complications with her Limb Girdle Muscular Dystrophy, just like both her siblings

moved to England when she was 12 years old

was a devout Hindu and a vegetarian

loved cooking since her father was a chef, and taught all the recipes to her husband before she passed

her final words were telling her six year old son she loved him

------Backstory: TW: Death, Chronic Disorders------

Born in Madurai, India as Jia Saanvi Sutar, Jia was the technical second child to her parents. However, her older sister had passed away suddenly as a baby and it was hardly ever talked about in her household. She was quickly flagged and tested positive for Limb-Girdle Muscular Dystrophy and began using a cane as a child. Other than that though, early childhood for Jia was largely uneventful.

When she was around seven, she started playing piano and it became very obvious she was a prodigy. She was sent to a private music school so she could hone her skills. The next year was a mixed bag however as she lost her mother and her baby brother was born. Jahnu, her brother, quickly turned into one of the two center points for Jia's world, music being the other, essentially become coping mechanisms when her mother passed away due to complications with his birth.

But again, her life settled into a pretty mundane but steady rhythm for four years, only focusing on her studies and her family. When a job came up for her dad in London, she encouraged him to accept it, leading to the family moving. They all did well with the move and there were little problems on their end of things, the children even planning to get dual-citizenship when they got older.

Jia seemed to thrive in her new school and started playing gigs not long after the move. She was offered scholarships while still in school and it was pretty obvious that she had a good career ahead of her in the music industry. On the side, Jia became vocal in lots of local movements for equality and justice, even leading them at times. Her family were extremely proud of this and even helped her prepare for them, her brother making signs, and her dad packing food to hand out. Within two years, things were definitely looking up.

However, Jahnu also tested positive for Limb-Girdle Muscular Dystrophy soon after, with his progressing scarily faster than his sister. he had to be hospitalized at eight, Jia and her dad moving across town so they could stay near his bedside. And while that was a harsh adjustment period, life continued as usual for the trio for a few years. It was during this chaos that Jia and her family also were finally given dual-citizenship, a small up not to their year.

Jahnu passed away after four years, spending his final moments with his sister and father. Jia was heartbroken, having lost her remaining sibling and the boy she had raised at the same time. Her father Aarav seemed to feel the same, as not long after, he passed away too, seemingly of a broken heart. This left Jia, by that time a music major in university, without any family or support system. This caused her to spiral a bit and throw herself into her work as a coping mechanism, though her mental health took a huge toll.

Somehow, she managed to scrape by for a year and a half on her own before running into a boy two years her senior at a protest she was organizing. After punching his older brother in the face for being an absolute arse to her, the boy apologized for the whole scenario for several hours, even helping her with the event as a way to make it up to her. By the end of the day, she agreed to meet him again the next day in the same spot, and eventually started dating the man, who's name was Marcus.

Jia and Marcus got on like wildfire, and spent nearly all their free time together, both glad they finally had someone that they could rely on to be there for them. She encouraged him to pursue his passion of being a mechanic and he encouraged her to write her own songs for her own album. They spent a lot of time together going to protests and fundraiser events, as well as work and school, with most of their dates just being them doing their daily routines together. Marcus moved in with her around a year into the relationship as well, though that was largely due to his disownment.

Jia graduated a year later with a master's degree in music and quickly began working as a music teacher for young kids and a piano tutor on the side. Money was tight for the couple, even after Marcus found a job as a mechanic. But surprisingly, not counting the usual couple spats, the two barely fought, and ended up getting married after a few years at Jia's temple. And the couple only seemed to keep doing well from there, with both of them very happy about life and looking forward to the future.

Jia ended up having her only child when she was 28 years old, a son she named Johnathan Demarcus Taylor, with nods to her siblings and parents being prevalent in both his English and Hindi names. The one original part of his Hindi name (aka the only bit not after a family member) was Jiyaan, meaning near heart, which was Jia's way of telling her son she would always be with him, despite her condition worsening.

Jia continued her life as usual after her son was born, still a leading figure in a lot of social movements as well as a music teacher. Her LGMD had progressed to the point where she was wheelchair bound but she claimed to her husband that it did not bother her much, and in fact, made bringing Johnny out a bit easier. However, neither of them actually believed it much. She started dealing with a lot more chronic pain than she had before and began working furiously again, feeling like she had to take advantage of every moment she could.

Jia was 33 was when her health really started deteriorating rapidly however. She collapsed at work, leading to her being rushed to the hospital. She was kept there for several days, before being told that with her current progression, she likely wouldn't live much longer. Jia insisted on returning home, saying that if she was going to die, she wouldn't spend her final months just sitting around waiting for it. The doctors were not fans of this but allowed it and released her into family care.

Jia waited a month and a half before taking medical leave for work, and dedicating her time to taking care of Johnny even more, teaching him as much as she could about their shared interest, music, hoping that that piece of her would be able to bring him comfort when she passed. When he was in school, Jia spent all of her time writing music and letters for her family to open in the future when she wouldn't be there, so at least a part of her would be.

Marcus also started taking more and more time off to spend with them. He had learned most of Jia's favourite recipes by heart years ago when cooking began to get hard for her and now the three spent time together teaching them to Johnny as well. Her son was too young to really understand what was going on and serval times tried to make his mum better with bandaids and kisses, something that Jia always played along with, even though it broke her heart to do so.

In September of that year, when Jia was just 34 years old, she collapsed again when Marcus was out of the apartment for only a second, leading 6 year old Johnny to make a desperate phone call to emergency services when she wouldn't wake up. Marcus returned right after and did CPR until the paramedics arrived and took over, taking Jia back to the hospital.

She remained there this time, too weak to move much on her own. Marcus brought Johnny to see her every single day, right after school and Jia made sure to at least pretend that everything was ok when he was there, singing and humming with him like usual, though at that point she knew she wouldn't be returning home.

Jia died mid-October, with Marcus and Johnny beside her. Her final words were telling her son how much she loved him and always would, no matter what. She has a memorial plaque at a cemetery not far from her old temple in London, besides her father's and brother's, which her husband and son visit every opportunity they have.

Jia was a huge impact on her family's lives but also the lives of others as well. She was a leading advocate for disabled, women's, and queer rights, touching the hearts and minds of dozens. She was also well loved by her colleagues, students, neighbors, and fellow temple goers. Jia was commonly described as loving, dedicated, and a spit-fire, never backing down from what she believed in. She also had a sarcastic streak a kilometer wide and a tendency to be a bit of a jokester with close friends and family.

[bmspectra24]

WeirDelhpi!

Scientology is an allowance of faith-based practices, invented by American creator L. Ron Hubbard. It has been differently characterized as a cult, a business or new religious movement. There have been various conspiracies and claims made about scientology and it has been the center of critique for a long time.

Delphi school - one of the institutes affiliated with scientology, falls under the purview of a religious faction, Nohki. Nohki encompasses a set of principles that are deemed to be far from moral and ethical. The school has very odd teaching methods and correction methods that are not ethical in any sense. It consists of an ‘Ethics Room’ and ‘Isolation Room’ for pupils who have done wrong. Other methods of punishment like various forms of physical torment, like being struck by a rod for failing to finish work have also been reported by previous students. The school adopts the very scandalous teachings of Scientology as a religion and the faction Nokhi in particular.

Additionally, the school also has several bizarre drills as a part of their curriculum. One example of the given drill was to perform a task in which students were required to sit still for two hours and stare at each other. Another drill entailed repeating a word over and over until it's meaning registered. The method of evaluation used by Delphi School has also been criticized for being a poor measure of education. Furthermore, students are trained under a strict disciplinary system based on peer monitoring. In other words, they are required to expose every wrongdoing witnessed so that the accused may receive a painful punishment. “It was a fear-oriented student life”, one student reported, while another spoke on the mind- controlling tactics taught by the staff, who were all largely Scientologists themselves. Most students that leave Delphi School have little job prospects in any field. What makes the school disputable is its affiliation with the controversy on how the minds of young children are molded to think in a forceful manner.

Apart from all this, the school has an unreasonable high fee rate of USD 42000 even though the only staff present are the teachers. The cleaning, cooking and general maintenance of the school is done by their pupils itself and there is little informationabout what the exorbitant fees are being used for. Ultimately, The Delphian has garnered a negative image with some even calling it a ‘Satanic School’ as it is unbearably strict, and

impossible to succeed in.

Task at Hand:

You are a Board of Director of Delphi School and have decided to expand to India, a country where there is maximum diversity and friction between different cultures. This

makes setting up a school with such principles a challenge. Furthermore, the high fees of

30 Lakhs p.a. charged by your school acts as a deterrent to students applying.

Deliverables:

Devise strategies for handling legalities and setting up this affiliated school in India in any state and city of your choice with proper justification.

Create marketing strategies to gain visibility and improve the public image of the school without changing the fundamental beliefs and principles of the institution.

PR strategies to address the allegations of imposing physical and mental trauma on students to convince Indian parents to send their children to Delphi School.

Provide details on the allocation of your finances including:

a. Break-Even Analysis

b. ROI (Return on Investment)

c. Sources of Funds

d. Detailed Cost Breakdown to justify the unreasonably high fees.

[arakawa-division]

"To never have suffered would mean to never have been blessed."

Timeline

Age 0:

She is born in San Juan, Puerto Rico to her mother and father.

Age 2:

She is made an older sibling after her younger brother is born.

Age 7:

She has trouble focusing at school in class.

She is diagnosed with ADHD.

She is prescribed medication, which helps, though her mother doesn't like resorting to medicine.

Age 12:

Her father manages to get her a job as a delivery person.

She becomes well-known due to her swift speed and agility.

Age 14:

She starts high school.

Age 16:

Due to the debt crisis plaguing Puerto Rico, her father makes the decision to move him and his entire family to America.

They settle in an apartment in Spanish Harlem, New York.

She is initially upset because she had to leave behind all of her friends.

She has trouble befriending anyone due to her ethnicity.

Her father recommends she join the track team, which she does.

She becomes a breakout star, due to her speed.

She is nicknamed, "The Gazelle".

Her reputation increases, making her popular.

Age 17:

She graduates high school, and receives a scholarship to attend college for track and field.

Age 19:

While at college, she receives word that her brother has been shot and is in a coma.

She returns home and visits him everyday in the hospital.

Due to worrying for her brother, she starts having trouble with school and her emotions.

She is eventually diagnosed with depression, causing her to drop out of school.

Her parents try to prescribe help, but she denies she needs it.

Age 20:

After half a year in a coma, her brother awakens, much to her and her parents' relief.

However, he is changed from the ordeal and joins a street gang.

She and her parents try to help him get his life back on track, but he refuses.

Age 22:

Her brother disappears from home, leaving only a note behind, apologizing for his actions.

Because of this, her depression gets worse, and she begins contemplating suicide.

She slits her left arm, leaving a large gash and a scar.

Her parents find her before she bleeds out.

She is admitted to psychiatric care and medication.

Age 24:

After almost two years of talks and medication, she begins to fill better about herself and her life.

She apologizes to her parents for everything they had to go through because of her.

She foregoes college, instead getting a job in security detail.

She finds she is quite good at fighting and discipline.

Age 25:

After a year of this, she decides to become something akin to a mercenary, which allows her to see new sights and search for her brother, whom she believes is still alive somewhere.

She arrives in India, taking in the sights and culture.

She begins to become interested in yoga, and strives to learn it.

Age 28:

She spends up to three years, learning all she can about yoga and the different ways to administer it.

She then takes a 200-hour yoga training course. She finishes within four months.

Age 29:

She becomes a certified teacher, and begins teaching yoga classes around the world, in between her jobs.

She feels more at ease with herself than she has in a very long time.

She now tries to solve her problems with diplomacy and words, rather than relying on her fists.

Age 31:

She returns to her native country of Puerto Rico, after being hired by the government.

She is hired to go to Japan, join the Division Rap Battle, and infiltrate Chuohku to find out what they are up to.

At first, she refuses, having no interest in it. However, the government states that the man they believe to be her brother is involved in the tournament.

She receives a picture on him, and though he has changed a lot, she knows it is him; she takes the job.

She is informed she will be partnering up with two other agents in this mission.

She arrives in Arakawa in Tokyo, Japan and makes contact with the two other agents: Alexis Ward and Hoàng Diệu.

Age 32:

Present.

She becomes the third member of the Arakawa Division rap battle team, Sounds of Silence, alongside Alexis Ward and Hoàng Diệu.

Schedule

12 a.m. - 5 a.m.: Asleep

5 a.m. - 6 a.m.: Meditation

6 a.m. - 8 a.m.: Freshens up and eats breakfast

8 a.m. - 8:30 a.m.: Heads to a local community center for yoga class

8:30 a.m. - 9 a.m.: Sets up equipment

9 a.m. - 12 p.m.: Teaches yoga

12 p.m. - 1 p.m.: Lunch

1 p.m. - 3 p.m.: Resumes yoga class

3 p.m. - 4 p.m.: Meditation

4 p.m. - 4:30 p.m.: Cleans up room after class

4:30 p.m. - 5 p.m.: Returns to apartment

5 p.m. - 6 p.m.: Takes walk around park

6 p.m. - 8 p.m.: Freshens up and eats dinner

8 p.m. - 10 p.m.: Free time (Calls home to parents or meditates)

10 p.m. - 12 a.m.: Asleep

Character Hashtags

Regular Hashtags

#Keep calm and focused

#Nonviolence over violence

#I will find you

Trauma Hashtags

#I failed to keep you safe

#Musn't lose my focus

#Scars are a sign of weakness

Other Info

Hobby: Meditation

Weakness: Suffers from Depression

Trauma: "I almost killed myself because I was too weak to face reality."

Twitter: @CaimanofPuertoRico

Drinks: No

Smokes: No

Special Skill: "Since I was young, I've always had a talent for being swift."

Intro Quote: "Steady your mind and spirit, and nothing will overtake you."

Trauma Quote: "I hate this city... I hate this life... why was I born? Why am I like this? I hate it... I hate it! I want to die! I WANT TO DIE!"

Ending Quote: "Always remember: your focus determines your reality."

[theonewiththelight]

My Trust Fall with the Universe

I am a teacher. I used to shy away from claiming that title. Used to fear being perceived as “less than,” mediocre, or boring. There is no profession more severely underpaid and under-appreciated in our country than the diligent and loving job of educators. And because my profession is so misunderstood, I was afraid of being misunderstood too. Beautifully, however, every single person in this world smiles with light in their eyes when I tell them what I do. I love being a teacher almost as much as I love being alive.

I currently teach humanities, my aspiration is to teach spirituality. I want to hold space for people to learn, to heal, and to grow. I want to teach my students how to be emotionally intelligent. How to access the loving life force within them. How to breathe deeply, how to nourish themselves in the present moment. I want to light the way for others to find their way home. Home to the light, the God/Goddess energy within all of us.

Now, while I went to university to be able to teach subjects like English and History, I knew an American university wasn’t the place to go. I found myself taking random courses here and there: First I took courses in facilitating sacred spaces, courses in herbalism, courses in pranayama, and of course, so so so much yoga. Out of all my studies, yoga was the most nourishing for me. It helped me alter my sense of self, it gave me presence, loving-confidence, and so much liberation.

I knew I wanted to study yoga and teach it. Now I had options, many options. I could do an online yoga training, hard pass! Learning online is tedious and lonely and I knew my soul would not thrive or grow. I could find a local yoga studio and spend every weekend driving to yoga trainings. Personally I didn’t love the idea of booking all of my weekends. So that left a retreat. Going away for a month to a school somewhere in the world where I could rise every day with no other intention in my heart or on my mind other than yoga.

Now there were so many options in this new possibility too. I could go to Costa Rica, could go to Mexico City, could go to Bali. But after long and extended hours of research, I found myself booking a flight to Rishikesh India, a Himalayan Mountain town on the other side of the world.

Yes, I was very, very, daunted in the face of this new dream of mine. But it was six months away, and it gave me something to work for and plan for. I didn’t count down the days, but I spent every week for six months physically preparing my body and my mind for a month of daily yoga practice.

Unsurprisingly, the six months flew by, and before I knew it, my trip to the other side of the world was a single day away. I was terrified, happy, excited, sad, and extremely overwhelmed all at the same time. During this period of my life I discovered that I contain multitudes. I can be extremely happy and extremely sad at the same time. Can feel joyously excited while also being gut-wrenchingly terrified. I learned to hold space for these extremities in my heart, learned to breath through them, learned to let them flow instead of letting them make me rigid.

During this time of my life, I took a trust fall with the universe.

And guess what?

The Universe caught me. It always had, and it always will. But I needed to leap into the unknown to truly feel the LOUD LOVING PASSIONATE support of God and Goddess. They are with me. They are with you. And if you don’t feel or see them, stick with me, and you’ll find your way home to them.

[gaybd1]

not to discourse on main (when have I ever apologized for that actually lol) but the next time another white person here tries to talk to me about how they experience racism im gonna hurl myself into the sun

blablabla theory blabla but racism IS systemic. There is NO way this place is set up to disadvantage white people

ARE there things that are hard to do irt bureaucracy as a non-citizen??? YEAH but that shit happens anywhere I’d hardly call that racism

like not to get into politics and history but there’s still a LOT of white privilege in East Asia and you can see that p much anywhere here by going into ANY cram school and finding some dumb whit teacher who has a BA in like. Jazz or something idk

MEANWHILE a qualified fluent English speaker from, say, India or Swaziland is gonna get rejected from that same job because of their skin color. And DONT pretend you haven’t heard the stories about Black teachers being told they’d “scare the children”

You wanna talk about racism here??? Talk to any SE Asian factory worker, the Filipinos who are treated like garbage, 12 to a dorm room, paid shit wages, and only given one day off a week. Remember when they were locked into their rooms and only let out to go to work around Covid and nobody cared??

So congratulations, you’re right I guess, there IS racism against foreigners here but NOT white ones, for the love of buddha.

No, being thrown out of a bar bc you’re an obnoxiously loud American does NOT count as racism