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You can change the following details in Aadhar Card:NameGenderDate of BirthAddressE-mail IDTHINGS TO REMEMBER BEFORE APPLYING FOR AADHAR CARD DETAILS CHANGE:Your Registered Mobile Number is mandatory in the online process.You need to submit Documents for change of – Name, Date of Birth and Address. However, Change in Gender and E-mail ID do not require any document.You have to fill details in both – English and Regional/Local language (Eg. Hindi, Oriya, Bengali etc)Aadhar Card Details are not changed instantly. It is changed after Verification and Validation by the authoritySTEPS TO AADHAR CARD DETAILS CHANGE ONLINE:Click Here for going to the link.Enter your Aadhar Number.Fill Text VerificationClick on Send OTP. OTP is sent on your Registered mobile number.Also Read: Simple Steps to Conduct Aadhar Card Status Enquiry by NameYou will be asked to choose the Aadhar Card Details that you want to change.You can select multiple fields. Select the field and Submit.In next window fill the Correct Detail in both – English and Local language (if asked) and Submit.For Example – Here one has to fill the Email IdNOTE – If you are changing – Name, Date of Birth or Address, you have to upload the scanned documents. Click Here to know the Documents or Check them here.Verify the details that you have filled. If all the details look good then proceed or you can go back and edit once again.You may be asked for BPO Service Provider Selection. Select the provider belonging to your region.At last – You will be given an Update Request Number. Download or Print the document and keep it safe. It is required in checking the status of the complaint in future.So this step completes the process of Aadhar Card details change online.CHECK THE STATUS OF YOUR AADHAR CARD DETAILS CHANGE REQUESTStep 1 – Go the website by Clicking HereStep 2 – Fill the Aadhaar No. and URN – Update Request NumberStep 3 – Click on “Get Status”You are done. The new window on the screen will show the status of your request for change in Aadhar Card Details.

Okay. Grab a long-term food supply, a jar or container to store urine, a couple gallons of water, and a bag full of clothes, because man, have I got a story to tell.So way back (actually like one year ago) in eighth grade, our school was having some bullying issues. Honestly, it wasn’t even that bad, but I feel like a bunch of parents must have blown it way out of proportion. So our school decided to have an assembly. (yaaay!)They hired this dude that was probably getting paid minimum wage, and trapped us in the auditorium for an hour and a half. This….this….atrocity of a person was wearing a neon wig. We were off to a bad start. They talked about hurting others feelings, and “muting” the bullies. Honestly, they tried to help, but actually all our school did was make it worse. Keep in mind, we were like, fourteen, and the dude was speaking to us like we were Kindergarteners.Honestly, it was probably the cringiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.So it all took a turn for the worst when the person asked for volunteer speakers. He asked the assembly what anti-bullying advice they’d like to share, and calls up two people.Now, the first guy goes up to the microphone, and shakily says something lame. Okay, that’s what I would do if I were in his shoes.But then, the second one goes up to the microphone….….And starts hurling obscenities at the speaker. Yeah, If I told you the stuff he said, it would sound like freaking Morse code.Beep beep beepbeep beep beep beepbeep beepbeep beepbeepbeep…. You get the idea.Yeah, a bunch of teachers had to remove him from the auditorium, and I think he got in a ton of trouble.The speaker was a bit-okay, very much- shaken up, and did a horrible job after that. I hope he doesn’t go back to that school this year.Poor guy :(Thanks for reading,Cira

Wing recently became the 1st drone delivery service to get FAA approval. Did Alphabet (parent company) have to just fill out a form or was the process difficult?The basic requirements for certification is described in Wing’s blog post:Wing becomes first certified Air Carrier for drones in the USMost importantly, FAA certification required us to submit evidence that our operations are safe. These submissions included data showing that a delivery by Wing carries a lower risk to pedestrians than the same trip made by car. Our drones have flown over 70,000 test flights, and more than 3,000 deliveries to doorsteps, driveways and backyards of our customers in Australia.

My surname according to the passport is Madurai Ananthakrishnan. When I first visited the US, I was filling out the form they hand out on the aeroplane before you land. Since there was a fancy inflight video instructing us on how to fill the form, I was taking it very seriously. This is when I realized the boxes in the surname column ran out and I was very worried about it. The forms were not that big a deal, but that's when I seriously wished they had clubbed my middle name (Madurai) with that of the first name like how it is supposed to be. It is extremely difficult when you are trying to resolve an issue over phone. Customer services with westerners get so tired typing it out- Imagine spelling out M for Mother, A for Alpha and so on, especially on an international call.I think it is a big inconvenience in all aspects to elaborate initials and make your name horrendously complicated. A meek M.V Varadharajan could transform into a formidable Manamadurai Venkatasubramanian Varadharajan in the process of expansion. I suppose our naming schema was not meant for western life.It used to be a common practice in Tamil families to name their children after their parents which could run into a recursive loop. For example, my father's name is Ananthakrishnan Srinivasan while his father's name is Srinivasan Ananthakrishnan and so on. I broke the loop by being a girl. Now people have ridiculously complicated names that fuses in all the fashionable names that they like. Add a dab of numerology and you will end up something like "Aaaarya", "Rawi". It is very important to decide what you want to be called as and then put that in your passport. Else, you will have tiring, bloodsucking bureaucratic hassles later, if you need to change your name in your passport or visa as Ramakrishnan Krishnan has mentioned in his answer.That said, there are so many celebrities with Village Name & Father's first name as their surnames. Example: M. S. Subbulakshmi, Vilayanur S. Ramachandran. Why, there is even P. Sundararajan who later came to be known as Sundar Pichai.

I’m banned from the United States of America.It happened in early May this year. I drove down from Toronto to Niagara Falls because I’ve never seen the big leak before, and while I was there, I thought I may as well pay a visit to the land of the free. I walked through Rainbow Bridge (there is a $.5 toll, quite like an exit fee from Canada), and arrived to the border station.I immediately noticed how itchy the Americans are. They thoroughly scrutinized and tapped down every pedestrian. Before me there was a group of three Canadian teenagers. It was pretty obvious that they are not al-Quaeda or Mexicans, also that they are just headed to Buffalo to have a good party, yet they questioned them for several minutes like there was an actual danger of them staying illegally and disrupting the precious national security of the U. S. of A.At my turn, I handed over my Hungarian passport, to which the border guard made a face like I casually dropped a hand grenade on his desk. Granted, we are a rare sight at the land border, but I still wasn’t from fucking Narnia. The guy suspiciously went through the pages, found that there is only one single stamp in it, the one which I got when I landed in Toronto, and there came the questions.“What is the purpose of your visit?”“I would simply like to take a look at the waterfall from the US side.”“Have you ever been to the US before?”“No, this is the first time.”“How long do you plan to stay?”“About an hour perhaps. As you see, I am here with just a camera and a credit card.”“Where do you live?”“I live in Hungary, Budapest.”“What were you doing in Canada?”“Visited a friend and looked at the big white north.”“Do you have a family?”“No, I am single.”“What do you work?”“I am a software engineer.”“What kind of software do you make?”“Currently I am building mobile applications.”“Who is your employer?”“I’m a freelancer.”The border guard shut my passport, looked at me suspiciously and said:“Sorry sir, you’re denied from entering the United States.”“Denied? Why?”“I am not satisfied that you’d leave the country after your visa expires.”“Why on earth would I stay?”“I don’t know sir, but you definitely lied to me. There is no such thing as a freelance engineer!”No amount of explanation cut it any more. I told him to look up “freelance software engineer” and he’ll find a plethora of agencies looking for them, or just take a look at the job section on Stack Overflow. He told me to follow him to a room where they took my mugshot and fingerprints like I were some criminal. I was told that if I want to try again, I will have to go to the US embassy, present my employment papers, evidence that I have strong roots in Hungary and they may lift the ban. I’ll also need a new passport.I was given some document stating that I am persona non grata and pointed out. When I walked back to the Canadian side, I told the border guard that I’ve been booted. She laughed. “You too? Welcome back then.”

I am one of the “poor”.I wasn’t for most of my life - I worked as a mechanical engineer and, according to the IRS, had paid taxes since I was 15 and a half and a lifetime’s earnings that stretched into millions of dollars of income (again… that’s income over my working life combined)… then I get hit by a truck and can no longer work. Yes, I have money in savings, but my monthly disability check is less than what I earned in three days of my work.During the beginning of me being on disability, I tried to give back to the community in any way I could - to make myself feel that I was not totally worthless.I volunteered at a local church food bank (two hours per month). The policy was one bag of food per month per person in the household. This food was bought by monies raised by donations to the church and donations from local grocery stores (day-old bread and canned food with a little ding or dent, etc). It was all good food, not C-rations from Vietnam.On one day (it happened all the time, just not at this level), a woman comes in with the proper proof of family size… eleven children and her parents… so fourteen bags of food… she came late on the last day of the month (we had four hours twice a month). We had run low on many items we included in the bags of food.The way this operation worked was: people line up and we open at noon. As people stand in line, volunteers hand out “menu” slips to make sure people did not get food they were allergic to or could not eat (for Kosher/Halal reasons or even no hard food for people with no teeth). It was well-planned… but if we were out of items, we were out. It wasn’t like we could call the grocery store and demand them to make an express delivery or anything…Back to this woman… she had her hair with a very nice weave. Long fingernails that had been expertly manicured and was definitely NOT wearing rags… as she received her bags of food (volunteers helped carry them to her fairly new Mercedes SUV), she complained that her kids do not eat green beans! Why green beans? Last month she got green peas that her kids like, but they won’t eat green beans! She demanded we go out to the store and BUY peas right now.BTW, before we could even offer to take the bags to her vehicle (it was our policy to do it anyway), she blurts out that she is disabled and in now way can carry even ONE bag by herself… I had also overheard her boasting to another person in line about how she gets welfare for each of her dependents (11 kids and her two parents)… for those outside the US, that’s about $10,000 per month in “meager government assistance”.… and she wants the FREE food to be swapped out for something else?Another incident happened at the “Social Services” office.I was there to get a form to fill out regarding my disability… a woman behind the counter had brought in THREE trays of cookies for the people in line.This woman was in front of me. She sees the cookies and asks the woman behind the counter if they are free. The woman says “Yes” and then they go about filling out the forms she was there for… as she leaves, she again asks, “These are free?” the clerk nods and says “Yep, I bring in cookies every day for the people in line”. Without hesitation, the woman in front of me picks up all three trays and dumps every cookie into her large purse as she says “My kids will LOVE these treats”… and walks away.Why do people have a low opinion of those in the US who receive “meager” benefits? There are people who use the system to get everything they can and abuse the generosity of taxpaying citizens.I have a couple more similar stories, one even worse than the two above combined, but I cannot type anymore.People see these stories of those who game the system for additional benefits, or outright cheat the system… demanding a food bank provide peas and not green beans when it’s free food… and you drive a MERCEDES?Taxpayers pay into the system that provides these “meager” benefits, and when they see how the people receiving those benefits cheat and scam the system ending up making MORE than the people being taxed to pay for their aid, it garners some resentment… “Why should I work my butt off, lose a third of my income to taxes, and these people who benefit from my work (via taxes) live better than I do? Why should I work at all?”“If they can afford bi-weekly hair weaves, top-end manicures and drive luxury cars, why do they need money from those working hard every day?”Not everyone games the system, but many do and get away with it. When caught, it makes news… therefore, the regular working “Joe or Jane” only sees the people getting benefits who are nothing but cheaters… the news does nt report about the normal welfare recipient or disabled person, they only report the schemers… and that is the only thing regular Americans see, so the resentment is justified in a way.If the regular American saw how MOST benefit recipients lived, they would see it in a completely different light.

What did you do after getting recommended from SSB?It was this day of 02nd July at SSB Bhopal when in second and last attempt I was recommended for training at OTA. Six months back, I was rejected at SSB Allahabad.When I was in the list of selected candidates, it was the biggest feeling of achievement. I had worked on it since last seven years. I had joined in the ranks of Indian Navy seven years back. After completing two years of basic training as Naval boy, I ventured onto realisation of alleviating my career from rank to Officer. I took admission for graduation as external candidate. I used to sail on board warship. I used to perform six hours duty and in next six hours of rest, I used to study for three hours and sleep for three hours. When i was in last year of the graduation, I attempted both simultaneously, the CDS exam and final year. I Passed both but got rejected in SSB. I had come to Allahabad from Andaman islands for SSB. Having been rejected, I decided not to show face to my father and went back to port Blair to be back with unit. I had one more chance . This time again I passed CDS and made it at SSB Bhopal.As I found my name in the list, I kept the happiness hidden as there were other candidates who were depressed as they could not make it.The first call I made was to my Commanding Officer. He was waiting for the news. I could hear him making announcement on PA system in unit lines about my selection. He ordered me “ Last time after you failed at SSB Allahabad, you didn't go on leave. Now proceed on two weeks leave from Bhopal. Spend time with family. After leave report at Chennai. I will have you flew in air force cargo plane to Port Blair.”I picked up my bag and left SSB centre for railway station. There was some hours left for departure of the train. It was drizzling. I went and sat in solitude at Lake Bhojtal. Closed eyes and thanked god for having bestowed on me what I dreamt. On the way, found shop selling army uniform and accessories.signNowed next day hometown of Aurangabad. Father and Mother were surprised at sudden appearance of me. I had smaller luggage. I used to always bring a defence made whiskey for father. This time I asked him to close eyes. I placed in his handIt took seconds for him to know what was it. He stood up like a young man and embraced me and started weeping. The joy of tears. The news was out in our village that someone first time is going to become officer in army. Two days later my birthday was celebrated amidst the entire village.I left after my leave was over. I reported back to Chennai. The CO had kept his promise.First time in life flew in air and that too in cargo plane.After two months, again the kind CO summoned me and asked me to pack up my bag and report to his office. He said “ I am sorry to inform you that your father has passed away. I am sanctioning you leave again. After rituals, report directly for training at OTA”. He personally dropped me at Port Blair Airport, never to be seen again later”.

Around 1993 or 1994, I was working at a community clinic, which is basically slave labor for trainees / interns. Little to no pay, but you get supervision and rack up a lot of hours quickly. Mental Health Services were on the 4th floor, and regular health services were on the 3rd floor, and we’d get a fair number of referrals from the health clinic. A lot of drug users and alcoholics, cases of abuse, runaway teenagers, and so forth. If you were one of the on-call trainee / interns, you handled the walk-ins and referrals as they came, so you never really knew who or what was going to walk in that door.I had a walk-in one afternoon, and this guy could have been my youngest brother’s twin. I did a double-take when he came in the door, holding his referral slip from downstairs in his hand. He told me his name, it was the same name as my brother. So that was a little unsettling. He filled out his paperwork slowly, distractedly but only got about halfway through it and then came back to the counter and asked if it was necessary to finish the whole form, or could he do it later, or while we talked? Sure, that was not a problem, so I led him to one of the session rooms. He sat down and handed me his form, half filled out. I looked it over; his handwriting was neat and legible, so apparently not a drug addict or alcoholic. No spelling errors, he had the day and date correct, so no cognitive issues, at least not yet. He was dressed casually but appropriate. Typical 19 or 20 year old kid, damn if he didn’t look just like my little brother. And the same name, too.I was still scanning over his paperwork, and was just about to ask him what brings him here today, and how can we help him, when my eyes hit on the point at which he had stopped filling out the form. He had only just now come from getting the results of his blood test: positive for HIV.I didn’t need to ask what brought him here today.There sat my little brother’s double, across from me, barely 19 or 20 years old, looking me straight in the face, white as a sheet, and incredibly sad and terrified at the same time and begging for someone to do something to make this go away and not be real, to turn the clock back one hour, one week, one month and change everything. What can you possibly say in a moment like this? “How can I help you?” That falls so far short of what is wanted and needed.In all honesty, I can’t remember how the rest of that hour went. I vaguely recall setting up some plans with him to follow up with the health clinic, keep his next appointment, talking about next steps, etc. Filling out the rest of his paperwork with him, and writing some action items down for him. At one point while we were doing this, he looked up at me and in a small voice, barely above a whisper, said, “I don’t want to die.”What do you say? What words can possibly be helpful? Rather lamely, I answered, “I know.” Then the dam burst. This was going to kill his mother. He had been kicked out of his house when his parents discovered he was gay; he had been living on the streets; gay for pay to be able to eat and pay rent; but he had recently found a full-time job, and a decent apartment, and had started to patch things up with his parents (through his sister, with whom he had stayed in touch). It had looked as if a reconciliation might be possible. And now this…What can you say? I don’t remember the rest of the session. What I remember is the look in his eyes when my little brother’s double told me he didn’t want to die. I can still see that and hear him saying it. After that, the rest of it is a blank.That was the hardest hour I had with a client.

It is instructive to ask how we voted before there were photo ids…which didn’t really come into play for driver’s licences until 1970s. The Voting Rights Act (VAR) of 1965 was a response to the pattern of restriction on voting applied in certain states (mostly those that at one time had slavery); those states had to submit for federal review changes to their vote-related processes to ensure they didn’t propagate unfair restrictions or illegal practices such as literacy tests and poll taxes.Then, in 2013, a lawsuit (Shelby vs. Holder) effectively “deactivated” two provisions of the VAR. Immediately, some states started with laws that put aggressive voter id laws in place and other provisions that made it more difficult for certain people to vote by restricting the nature and types of ids that would be accepted. All of these laws are being challenged in court, and at least two have had major reversals, North Carolina and Texas. The states that have been pursuing the most regressive laws have universally been “red states.”It is hard for people who have mobility and income and flexibility in their job to understand the impact of these restrictions; be aware that the impacts are (intentionally) directed at poor, minority, and less mobile parts of our population (which tend to vote Democratic). Here’s one of several articles about the impact: https://www.washingtonpost.com/p...Furthermore, the justification for more aggressive voter id laws is usually given as protection from voter fraud (e.g., a person impersonating another voter). The evidence that voter fraud is signNow is quite rare, occuring something like .0001 of all votes cast (by the latest count from Heritage Foundation). I think the story of Ken Kobach of Kansas who has spent millions of dollars pursuing what he told the legislature was “thousands” of cases of voter fraud is instructive; after something like two years, he obtained NINE (9) convictions (Editorial: Kobach proves how prevalent voter fraud is).The Brennan Center for Justice studies voting issues and does a good job of providing summaries of research. There may be other issues that concern the integrity of our elections (including voter disenfranchisement, restrictions on voting periods, moving and consolidating precincts even as populations are growing, etc.), in-person voter fraud — the kind that a voter id can combat — is vanishingly rare and we must be very careful to make sure that thousands and thousands of people who should be able to vote can’t because of laws designed to protect against a rare occurrence; their rights are being impinged.*** Edited to fix a mistyping.

There's a thread over on the Microsoft Answers website where we learn that the minimum age on the Microsoft account using Cortana must be 13 years or older. Clarification: Our friend Will (@woden325) winnowed out and reminded us of the laws of the land.

Congress enacted the Children's Online Privacy Protection Act (COPPA) in 1998. COPPA required the Federal Trade Commission to issue and enforce regulations concerning children's online privacy. ... The Rule was designed to protect children under age 13 while accounting for the dynamic nature of the Internet.

Verifiable parental consent is required under COPPA to make sure parents know what information is shared with whom. ... An operator must choose a method reasonably designed in light of available technology to ensure that the person giving the consent is the child's parent/guardian.

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Sign in to the child's Microsoft account. Select Your info and make sure the following are correct: Date of birth. Country/region. If you changed anything, select Save. Select Family and check that your account appears there.