#woman police resist snatcher

[rudrjobdesk]

महिला सिपाही ने झपटमारों से लिया लोहा तो उचक्‍कों ने चलती ट्रेन से फेंका बाहर

महिला सिपाही ने झपटमारों से लिया लोहा तो उचक्‍कों ने चलती ट्रेन से फेंका बाहर

कटिहार. बिहार के कटिहार जिले से सनसनीखेज खबर सामने आई है. अपराधियों ने एक महिला पुलिसकर्मी को चलती ट्रेन से धक्‍का दे दिया. इस घटना में महिला कांस्‍टेबल बुरी तरह से घायल हो गईं. बेहतर इलात के लिए उन्‍हें कटिहार मेडिकल कॉलेज में भर्ती कराया गया है. झपटमारों का गिरोह चलती ट्रेन में आपराधिक घटनाओं को अंजाम दे रहे थे. महिला पुलिसकर्मी ने उसका विरोध किया. अपराधियों के हौसले इतने बुलंद थे कि पुलिस से…

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Yata Misaki Route Translation

If I use my ability

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Saya: ...Yata-kun, I hope you'll come.

Saya: (No matter how many times I think back to Christmas, I still feel embarrassed)

Saya: (It seems that Yata-kun feels the same way, we haven't talked properly since then)

Saya: (We promised to go to the temple for the first time together today, but...)

Saya: (I wonder what kind of face I should make. I wonder if I'll be able to act normally)

Saya: (Ugh, I'm so nervous...)

Yata: Y-yo...!

Saya: Yata-kun. Happy New Year! Please take good care of me this year too.

Yata: Uhm. Congratulations. Hey, that... I made you wait, didn't I? Sorry.

Saya: No, it's okay!

Saya: It's because I left the room earlier that I promised.

Saya: I was so nervous and restless that I just couldn't stay in my room...

Yata: Oh. I see...Well then, let's go to...the temple.

Saya: Y-yeah.

Saya: ...

Yata: ...

Saya: (I feel so awkward...)

Saya: (I didn't say a single word until I got here)

Saya: (I wonder if I'll have to stay with this atmosphere...I don't want to do that)

Saya: Oh, um, Yata-kun...

???: Aaaah!!!

Yata: W-what the heck!?

Woman: A purse-snatcher, catch him!

Saya: Agh!

Snatcher: Get out of my way! Move!

Yata: Hey! Are you alright?

Saya: Y-yeah.

Yata: That son of a bitch...I won't forgive you...!

Saya: Hey, Yata-kun! Wait!

Yata: Bastard, wait for me!!!

Snatcher: Tsk...Shut up, you little shit!

Yata: Ha! You can't hit me with the punch like that!

Yata: Eat...this!!

Snatcher: What the hell is this...? What are you doing?

Yata: You've never seen an ability-user before? Then burn this moment into your mind.

Yata: The Red club’s special attack force captain, Yata Misaki-sama's flame!!

Snatcher: ...If you're up for that.

Saya: Huh...I finally caught up with...

Yata: Konohana!

Saya: Eh!?

Snatcher: Whoa, don't move. If you move, I'll tighten this girl's thin neck.

Snatcher: If you want to save this girl's life, get lost. You fucking brat!

Saya: (What should I do, it's my fault...)

Snatcher: Heee heee. It's easy at times like this when you're dealing with a weak girl.

Saya: (...Weak? Me?)

Saya: (That's not true. If I use my ability...)

Saya: (If I use my ability, I can...!)

Snatcher: In a meantime, why don't you come with me?~

Saya: I'm not going with you.

Snatcher: Huh?

Saya: Aaaah!

Snatcher: Aahhhhhhh!!!!

Yata: Konohana, are you alright!?

Snatcher: I-idiot...how dare... you...!

Yata: Oops. If you keep resisting... You're going to lose your stupid life, understand?

Anna: ...I told the police what happened.

Saya: Anna-sensei. I'm sorry for such a start to the New Year...The punishment is...

Anna: You caught a purse-snatcher, there's nothing to punish you for.

Anna: I'd rather thank you for catching him and telling me about it.

Saya: Oh, that's good...!

Anna: But as a teacher I don't want you to be in danger. Call the police at times like this.

Yata: ...Yes. I'm sorry.

Anna: Uhm. It's late, but Happy New Year. See you at school.

Saya: I'm glad she didn't give us any punishment. And it looks like she was grateful.

Yata: I'm sorry.

Saya: Uh?

Yata: I put you in danger because I chased after the purse-snatcher. I should have protect you...

Saya: No, I'm fine. I was able to get my ability to work!

Saya: And, Yata-kun, you got mad at the snatcher because he bumpped into me, didn't you?

Yata: Oh, yeah. I got blood in my head right away.

Saya: It's not an easy thing to do. Yata-kun, I am glad that you can take immediate action for the sake of others.

Saya: Of course, it was a little scary, but I was able to catch up with you.

Yata: I like that kindness in you, too...

Saya: Oh.

Yata: ...I won't put you in danger any more!

Yata: ...The next time something happens, I'll protect you. I promise.

Saya: (Yata-kun...)

Saya: Yeah! Thank you.

Yata: Alright. Let's go back to the shrine and get a fornute slip!

Saya: Un. Come to think of it, we haven't done anything but worship yet. Let's go back.

Yata: That's it! Great luck! What about yours?

Saya: Let's see...Oh, I have great luck too!

Yata: Oh! It's a good omen. I'll make it as my good luck charm for this year. I'll keep it in my wallet.

Saya: Yeah. That was a long jorney...

Yata: What's with this sudden change?

Saya: I thought it's great to be able to talk to you normally like this.

Saya: I haven't been able to talk to you at all since Christmas.

Yata: Oh...yeah, that's right.

Yata: You know...My heart is skipping a bit when I get closer to you.

Yata: It's like a suddenly forgot how I used to talk to you...

Saya: Same here. I don't even know what to say to you.

Yata: But before I realized it, I could talk to you normally. I guess I was just thinking too much.

Saya: Yeah, I think so. ...I'm glad we could come to the shrine on the first day together.

Yata: Yeah! I hope you'll take care of me in this year too.

Saya: It's really late, isn't it? I had a lot of fun today. Thanks for seeing me off.

Yata: Yeah. Oh, that's right. ...Take this.

Saya: Eh?

Yata: This is for you. ...I don't know if you like it or not.

Saya: ...Bird figure? It’s cute.

Yata: It's not a bird, you idiot. It's called...Yatagarasu, a messenger of God.

Yata: I like this guy a lot. I want you to like him too...that's why I'm doing it.

Saya: Thank you...I'll take a good care of him.

Yata: That's just natural! Don't you dare lose it. S-see you later!

Saya: I can't see him anymore...Yata-kun, you are fast...

Saya: (Yatagarasu...It's odd that this is the first gift I've ever received from him)

Saya: Is that typical of Yata-kun? Seems like that. I'll decorate my room with it.

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A 25-year lady stabbed to death in New Delhi on Saturday, captured in CCTV

A 25-year lady stabbed to death in New Delhi on Saturday, captured in CCTV

A 25 years woman is stabbed to death in New Delhi by a thief for resisting robbery, police reported on Sunday. The horrific incident took place in West Delhi Adarsh Nagar when she returned from the market with her mother and two-year kid. The snatcher can be seen on the CCTV camera when he tried to snatch from the lady, but the lady resisted. In the bid, the snatcher stabbed the lady. An FIR has…

[shaunstoffer]

Why did I end up in Washington D.C.? Truthfully, why not? It was my birthday that week, I found a $130 round-trip plane ticket, had a few old friends living there who I didn’t mind visiting, and wanted to see what the difference was seeing DC on a field as an 8th grade as opposed to a soon to be twenty-eight year old man. What was I trying to find? Hidden gems. Every tour guide can tell you about the Lincoln Memorial and the Smithsonian museums, but not all can tell you where to get the freshest oysters on the half shell, where to find the best food trucks, or where to tailgate before a pro baseball game – but I can.

Spent my first night in DC exploring “Barracks Row” and found some awesome spot like Hank’s Oyster Bar and the Barrel where I indulged in a variety of a dozen oysters on the half shell, blood orange cheesecake, local draft beers, and then ventured into a whiskey lounge where I blew some hard earned cash to sip some proper, aged, single barrel whiskeys like Blanton’s.

Food trucks are everywhere in DC, but surprisingly expensive! A soda costs around $3 and simple meals like a cheeseburger and fries will cost around $7-$10. However, I spotted a Vietnamese food truck and couldn’t resist. I ordered and started a conversation using only Vietnamese. The staff couldn’t believe it and complimented my pronunciation. I got a “bun bo Hue” a type of beef noodle soup that originated in Vietnam’s ancient city called Hue. I’m used to it costing less than a $1 in Vietnam, here it was $11, but I have to say it was as authentic as it gets.

Inside of the United States Botanic Garden!

The Bullpen is a tailgating space located right next to the Washing National Stadium which is basically a parking lot surrounded by shipping containers with a giant projector screen playing the game. People come to tailgate and some just decide to stay in order to save on tickets and food and drink prices as well as not have to deal with the lines.

I’m at the Nationals vs. White Sox game. I have no idea what the hell is going on, but I’m enjoying myself.

Today, I realized I’ve been doing seafood wrong the entire time I’ve been in DC. The Wharf in DC has a selection of dockside seafood markets offering FRESH lobsters, crawfish, oysters, clams, blue crabs and more for less than half the price you’d get at an oyster bar or crawfish restaurant. Today, I got a pound of crawfish for $6 and half a dozen oysters for $8 all ready to eat with sauces and seasonings. Then, I simply strolled to a pier bar that allowed outside food and washed it down with a cold Pacifico and enjoyed the view. Mistakes were made, but I’m glad I got to eat like a local at last.

The inside of some of the Smithsonian Museums and National Gallery of Art.

Exploring DC’s Eastern Market and trying their famous crab cake sandwich!

I’m used to a life in southeast Asia where you have to always be on guard. Dog thieves, motorcycle snatchers, pickpockets, mafia, corrupt police and more. Today, I decided to learn the DC metro and within 5 minutes of trying to figure out how to purchase the right pass a woman randomly walks up and asks if I’m trying to purchase a metro card. Before I could even respond, she tells me she has an extra metro card at home and hands me hers. Shocked, I just tell her thank you and she smiles, nods, and walks off. My point being, and what I’ve been preaching, kindness is free. Not always the act itself, but the choice to be so is. “Be the change you wish to see in the world”

Say what you want about Trump, but his hotel is an awesome piece of architecture!

So, in DC people tie their dogs up outside of a business when they want to go shopping and it’s not considered a big deal. Well, being me, I thought all the good boys deserved lots of pets and wanted to take a selfie with yours truly. Meet my buddy big, good, blonde boy.

This bar, called The Barrel, had an underground dive that acted as a separate entity, but shared the building space. The bartender ironically had a Vietnamese wife and I wrote down some compliments for him to write to her. In return, he gave me some free drinks out of these tiki glasses resembling Trump, Obama, and someone who I don’t recognize.

I get all the time how people are jealous of my travels or are living vicariously through me. Truth is, there are plenty of days when things go wrong, bad weather, delayed flights, unbearable crowds, getting sick, traffic jams, or, in this case, seeing the famous Tidal Basin drier than a bone. In the end, it’s all good, no one died and I still got to see and do some amazing things. I’ve drank wine in the Eiffel Tower, stood on top of Hitler’s bunker, and celebrated New Year’s Eve in Amsterdam. Life is always worth living no matter your past or current situation.

I quickly realized that in DC the majority of attractions are grouped together. The easiest way to get around is to use the metro, rent-able scooters which are everywhere in DC, or walk. I prefer walking because I stumble upon the best little hidden gems that way. And, when walking, the US Capitol and the Washington Monument are basically your North Stars for when you get lost or second guess your location.

These scooters are everywhere in DC and rent-able through multiple phone apps. I never tried one because, to be honest, I was worried I’d start driving like I was back in Vietnam. Running red lights, not yielding, and having a complete disregard for life and the laws.

My birthday gift to myself was a box seat to see the National Symphony Orchestra. I was the only one wearing jeans, a sweater, and sneakers in the Kennedy Center Concert Hall, but I also had one of the best box seats in the house. Throwing myself into concert halls and quickly learning Aaron Copeland, Manuela De Falla, and Antonin Dvorak.

When you’ve been exploring the Smithsonian museums for the past 6 hours and walked over 7 miles somehow.

Flying out from BWI Airport at 6am didn’t seem like a bad idea, right? Nope! The security line was so overwhelmed it took nearly an hour to get through and people were visibly upset. I came with plenty of time to spare so, for the most part, I just turned on Pandora and let it ride as complaining wasn’t going to do me any good!

Exploring Washington, D.C. Why did I end up in Washington D.C.? Truthfully, why not? It was my birthday that week, I found a $130 round-trip plane ticket, had a few old friends living there who I didn't mind visiting, and wanted to see what the difference was seeing DC on a field as an 8th grade as opposed to a soon to be twenty-eight year old man.

[shadowbeast-horror]

Intrusive Thoughts

This is just a little one-draft, stream-of-consciousness thing I threw together

Let me start by assuring you that intrusive thoughts are normal. Everybody has them, and they’re usually not indicative of serious mental issues. For those unfamiliar with the term, intrusive thoughts are those kinds of thoughts that you hate yourself for having, those brief flashes of “I could do this terrible thing right now, it would be so easy.” Common examples are the urge to jump when standing on a high ledge, or to drive off the road into danger. If you’ve never experienced thoughts like this, one, you’re a goddamn liar. Two, these thoughts sound horrible, and they are in a way, but again, they’re completely normal. Most people are able to dismiss intrusive thoughts, telling themselves that that’s ridiculous, often feeling disgust or horror at the thought.

Of course, as with most mental curiosities, it’s not symptomatic of serious issues in most people. However, conditions like OCD and PTSD can aggravate these thoughts and make them more difficult to dismiss. In such cases, the brain can have a tendency to latch on to these thoughts, regardless of how the individual feels about the scenario. Think of it as the thought persisting with a “Yes, but what if…?” In cases like these, mental health professionals try to coach coping mechanisms, teaching those afflicted different ways to banish these terrible thoughts. In some cases, medication is prescribed to make them even less prevalent.

Like I said, most people deal with these thoughts without any issue, so it can be difficult to imagine how they can cause problems. Maybe I can help: I’ll give an example.

Let’s say you’re waiting at a subway station late at night. You’re catching the second-to-last train of the night, wanting to go home after a long day at work. You’re tired and hoping you don’t fall asleep and miss your stop once you’re on the train. You glance at your phone, maybe you’re hoping somebody texted you? You sigh and remember, for the third time that night, that the underground station doesn’t get reception. What the hell is taking the train so long? The driver (Driver? Engineer? Pilot? You should look it up when you have signal again.) must be taking his time because there are barely any people taking the subway this late. Looking around, you see only one other person waiting with you, a young woman in a stained Waffle House uniform. Oh yeah, she must work at the one you walk by. You keep meaning to stop in there some time. But just the two of you waiting? The train must be nearly empty, of course the guy driving the train (Hey, might not be a guy, don’t assume those kinds of things, you ass) is gonna feel like he can take his time. Pretty inconsiderate of the people who had to work late and just want to get home. You lean in to maybe see if you can spot the headlight beam from the train around the bend in the track, but there’s no sign of it. You’d probably hear the tell-tale screeching of the train on the track before you could see the light anyway. But who knows. What even makes that sound, anyway? Is it the wheels rubbing against the track? Is it the brakes? If it’s the brakes, then seeing the headlight before hearing the train approach might mean something bad. Maybe the conductor (Maybe conductor? Hm.) is tired too. It is late, after all. What if they forget to stop here?  Shit, then I’d have to wait even fucking longer. That’d be just goddamn great, wouldn’t it? And with my luck, I would have misread the schedule, or the transit authority would decide to cut costs, or something, and the train you’re waiting on (unless it just drives past) turns out to be the last one until morning. What would I do then? I can’t afford a Lyft home. Walk? Sleep on the streets? Wait, no, that couldn’t happen, there’s also Waffle House lady. They’d miss one person, but not two. Except, why not? If the train person really did forget to stop, or didn’t slow down enough, they could miss seeing two people. I mean, those trains do go pretty fast. They have to, right? To get people around in a reasonable amount of time. Yeah, sure. No wonder people jump in front of them so often when they want to die. Pretty quick and painless, probably. Maybe a split second before everything goes black, tops. Thinking back to high school physics, yeah, even at a fairly low speed that’d be a ridiculous amount of force onto your tiny, fragile body. Hell, Waffle House lady would probably have it even worse than you if she were the one to get hit. Would they have to shut down the subway if someone got hit by the last train of the night? Could they have everything cleared up in time for the morning? Would they close down the whole system, or just this line? Maybe just this station, who knows. Would they just, like, take a hose and spray down the front of the train after everything is said and done? Jesus, you might never know if the train you’re sitting on ever killed someone. How common is that? One random person getting hit by a train, this late at night? If it doesn’t impact service the next day, would it even make the news? Would there be an in-depth investigation into what happened? You glance around the station and don’t immediately see any cameras, that would probably make things difficult for police. True, the cameras could be hidden, but if they’re that well hidden, then how well could they see? Surely you couldn’t have a comprehensive system of cameras that obscure. And how many stations are part of the transit system, anyway? Ah, you don’t remember. Would it really be cost-effective to outfit every single one with security cameras that can see every part of the station and be hidden? It’s already hard enough to get funding for it, they’re always asking people to vote on more money. Plus, when’s the last time anyone heard about a death like that on the news? A murder, no less? Ever? Does it just never happen? Do they always chalk it up to suicide? Does the transit authority just sweep it under the rug? You’re getting lost in your thoughts, but it’s okay, at least it passes the time. You’re not even sure how long you’ve been standing there. Did the train come and you somehow missed it? You look back at the bench Waffle House lady was on and you don’t see her. Your heart skips a beat or two before you see her standing a few feet from you, just to your right, not paying you any mind. Huh, okay. Guess she got tired of sitting and waiting. She’s checking her phone, does she have signal down here? Maybe she has a different provider than you. She’s pretty close, actually, if you lean over you could glance at her phone to see. But no, that would be weird. You don’t just look at a stranger’s phone like that, don’t be an idiot. Without fully realizing it, though, you’ve inched a bit closer. Just a peek, she’ll never notice. At this point, in fact, you’re close enough that you could tap her on the shoulder and just ask. She’s less than an arm’s length away, after all. But alas, she clicks her phone’s screen off and tucks it into her bag. You tell yourself that you’re not a little disappointed in not solving that little mystery on your own, but oh well. What’s she looking at now, anyway? Is the train finally here? You look in the same direction and see the faint light of the train’s headlight against the wall of the tunnel, so sure enough, your long wait is finally over. You take one last look around the station, thinking back on the cameras and where they may or may not be. Not that you care, it’s not something that impacts you one way or the other. Those cameras are only to catch purse snatchers, and drug deals, and pushers, and you’re definitely none of those things. You’re just a normal person, and normal people don’t think about those ridiculous things. You’d never do something like that. There’s no reason for you to worry about security cameras really ever. You shift your weight and reach out as you see the train come closer, it is going decently fast, but it is slowing down, you feel more resistance than your thoughts might have expected, but it’s done now, Waffle House lady went toppling forward, and you start to think about how you should really respect those waitresses a bit more, they work long hours and you never realized how rough those shirts are,they must be uncomfortable, and you hear the brakes squeal louder than normal, and the scream is distant, you’re lost in your own mind, wondering how much she makes an hour, and is it enough to live on? How far outside the city must she live? And on the subject of shirts, I hope this doesn’t stain...

[rudrjobdesk]

महिला सिपाही ने झपटमारों का किया विरोध तो उचक्‍कों ने चलती ट्रेन से फेंका बाहर, अस्‍पताल में भर्ती

महिला सिपाही ने झपटमारों का किया विरोध तो उचक्‍कों ने चलती ट्रेन से फेंका बाहर, अस्‍पताल में भर्ती

कटिहार. बिहार के कटिहार जिले से सनसनीखेज खबर सामने आई है. अपराधियों ने एक महिला पुलिसकर्मी को चलती ट्रेन से धक्‍का दे दिया. इस घटना में महिला कांस्‍टेबल बुरी तरह से घायल हो गईं. बेहतर इलात के लिए उन्‍हें कटिहार मेडिकल कॉलेज में भर्ती कराया गया है. झपटमारों का गिरोह चलती ट्रेन में आपराधिक घटनाओं को अंजाम दे रहे थे. महिला पुलिसकर्मी ने उसका विरोध किया. अपराधियों के हौसले इतने बुलंद थे कि पुलिस से…