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I was traveling with a friend of mine who had spinal issues and fibromyalgia. It was their tags on the van, but they went in the store with me. Problem was, we both looked like able-bodied young adults. The crap my friend had to go through to get the busybodies off their back (and still got accused of lying and harassed until store security made the strangers back off) has convinced me to never ever get one of those tags while I still look able-bodied.Except, what did these “activists” do that really helped disabled people? They just made things worse for my friend and me (as I am on a path to disability and already have mobility issues due to scoliosis and sciatica, even as young as I am). Their actions told me that I cannot even use a cane without being harassed. They said that it is shameful for young people to be disabled. If I’m having trouble walking, I just don’t go out—which subsequently means fewer shameful disabled youngins running around, right? Keep that up and there will be no disabled people ever! Yaaaay!Except no. If someone has the tag or plaquard, they have it for a reason. It could be congestive heart failure, COPD, scoliosis, fibromyalgia, any invisible disability. No one should have to prove that they’re disabled enough, and not all disabilities come with obvious markers.My friend used a cane most days, but they had just moved and accidentally left it at home. They told me they get harassed even when they carried the cane. Because they were “too young” and looked as if they were able-bodied. I’m afraid to use my cane when my knee is refusing to hold my weight. I hide my knee brace (which does not prevent falls but does slow them, enabling me to catch myself sometimes) due to the harassment I’ve gotten, due to people telling me to stop faking.I get why people are…should we say “protective” of the scooters and the handicapped spots, but please remember that disability comes at any age, at all shapes and sizes, with or without obvious markers. When you harass someone with an invisible disability, you just make it so that they feel unwelcome in society because they’re not “disabled enough”, nor are they “abled enough”.

Ever since the experienced Yuvraj Singh got omitted from the side in June this year, the Indian team management has been looking for the perfect player to fill in the No. 4 slot in the batting order but a permanent solution is nowhere in sight.The team management has tried out the likes of Hardik Pandya, Manish Pandey, Dinesh Karthik and Kedar Jadhav with Ajinkya Rahane being the latest batsman to be slotted in at No. 4 in the recent ODI series against South Africa.With MS Dhoni coming in at No. 5 to guide the young batting lineup, India is desperately searching for the one batsman who can make the No. 4 spot his own.Pandya played a couple of outstanding knocks against Australia at No. 4 but he has been used as a floater who can bat anywhere in the lineup from No 4 to 7. The 24-year-old impressed one and all in the four knocks he played at No. 4, but it's at No. 7 where he's been at his destructive best.Pandey and Jadhav's inconsistency has meant that the captain Virat Kohli and coach Ravi Shastri cannot fully rely on them to fulfil the job at hand each time they go out to bat.But there is still hope and one man who could solve India's problems in the middle-order and fill out the No. 4 spot is the experienced Suresh Raina. The Uttar Pradesh cricketer has played 223 ODIs for India and amassed 5568 runs at 35.46 with five hundreds and 36 fifties.Throughout his career Raina has played 18 knocks at No. 4 and scored 675 runs at an average of 45 with one hundred and six half-centuries. He has batted at No.5 on 81 occasions and has three hundreds with an impressive strike-rate and average. The point is, he knows how to rotate strike and build partnerships when the chips are down.Apart from his experience of batting in that position, Raina has the additional advantage of having played with Dhoni for a long time now in the national team and at Chennai Super Kings, where he has been a prolific run-scorer.Not only that, Raina is also a handy part-time off-spin bowler and an exceptional fielder.It has been two years since Raina played an ODI for India having been dropped from the side due to his poor form with the bat in 2015. Fitness issues have kept him out of the side off late after he failed the yo-yo test before the Sri Lanka tour this year.But he has been working hard on that aspect ever since and trying to make a case for his comeback in the side.Raina for long has been trying to solve his issues with the short ball, a tactic which most of the teams around the world have been using against him.If he manages to sort out his problems with the short ball and improves his fitness levels, Raina could be the solution to India's problem at No. 4, an important slot in ODIs which needs a permanent fix.He has shown some glimpses of form in second T20. So I hope he could continue that and soon make a come back in Indian ODI side.Edit- He won man of the match in last t20,showing the importance of a experienced player and a left hander too.In press conference his reply on the question “Can you make a come back in ODI side ” was Yes…”Yes I can guarantee you that in next two three games you will be seeing me in ODI jersey too”.Arjun-

I will share two stories:When I was 5 I made a new friend, Evan. Evan and I played each day in my room. My mom and her boyfriend were not concerned about my “imaginary” friend, until they started seeing him. They would see him standing near our bathroom or in their bedroom sometimes. Once, my mom’s boyfriend literally ran out the bedroom and refused to sleep there. They thought switching rooms would help.One day, As Evan and I were playing, he became upset and hit me. My mom called a Reverend and his wife who were close friends of my family. They came over and brought others, but I don’t remember how many. When his wife entered our apartment, she went straight to my bedroom and walked over to a net that held my stuffed animals. She pointed at my favorite stuffed Barney and said “This one, he’s attached himself to this one”.Next, Reverend, his wife, and the others formed a circle around me in our living room. They were praying and speaking in “tongues”. This is what I remember the most: I was terrified, confused and crying. I remember them being so much bigger than I. I didn’t understand why Evan was bad and I certainly didn’t understand what they were doing.After their prayers, the Reverend told my mom that we mustn’t speak of him. He also told her that we would be getting a lot of company over the next few days. I remember getting MANY visitors. My mother would only let them in if they agreed to let her put a cross on their foreheads with oil, I think. There were also crosses on the door to enter the apartment. Later, she told me that she was instructed to annoint everyone because Evan would be trying to get back in “on the backs” of our visitors.She never let me talk about him after that. It’s funny because I remember him. He was a small boy, around my age. He had dark blonde hair, he wore a white collared shirt and white shorts. He was a kind boy, a fun playmate. Perhaps we had a disagreement about my toys like many children do. He was real to me even though his memory fades as I age. It’s insane to me until this day that he wasn’t “real”.That particular complex had some strange happenings from what I can recall. I had some very vivid nightmares during our time there, and even though I was quite young, I still remember them very well.There was a woman across the hall that would always come to my mom’s house and as I eavesdropped, I overheard the woman say that something was attacking her and her son. A lot of the people there gossiped about the complex being haunted.I have another memory of talking to another boy in the hall of the complex, he was older. He said something funny or I think he did because I remember we laughed. He walked away from me toward an elderly woman’s apartment who was one of the residents on our floor, Maggie. When I turned to say goodbye, he was gone. I had never seen him on our floor, my mom was friends with literally everyone on our floor (there were only 4 apartments). I do not know if the boy was “real” or not.I also heard years later that the residential manager said that the complex was built over a former cemetery. I do not know if there is any truth to this, I have not looked into it. If I can confirm that it is in fact true, I will update this post.————————STORY #2———————-I have an aunt and uncle who are very close in age to my brothers and I so we all grew up together. We all shared this weird experience while having nightmares. My aunt called them “Hanks”. The hanks were malevolent entities that we could not see, but they would attack us and grab and squeeze our sides. The sensation that was felt when they would grab our sides is similar to what it feels like when you’ve hit your “funny bone”. The feeling was deeper and more intense though, an uncomfortable feeling…like they were digging.When I got older, I started searching the Web for similar experiences with no luck initially. Finally, I came across a term: “haint” which are spirits that are unable to find peace. So, obviously I realized they weren’t called “Hanks”. It’s just odd because my aunt never told us how she learned that word. Even today, she has never said how she knew that, even though she was mispronouncing the word.I still have nightmares about the Hanks (I still call them this). Now, they appear to me as people. When I was a teenager, I was convinced that they were grabbing my sides because that was the easiest way to get to my soul. Now that seems so absurd but, after having so many nightmares about them over the years and considering the emptiness I have experienced over the years, I wonder if they haven’t been taking it piece by piece all of this time. This experience is recurring so, I’ve learned to wake myself up when it happens. Sometimes I can’t, so I close my eyes and pray to whomever is listening to wake me up.

I'm a hacker who served 4.5 months of a 9 month sentence 5 years ago. I was in two jails in that time, spending the majority of the time in the second, lower security place. The experience totally changed me, but in a positive way.First of all, I actually had a lot of fun in jail. My education made certain aspects of the prison system very easy for me to navigate, such as legal documentation and debating with guards. My ability to mend broken electronics very quickly became known. These things made me feel very safe, since people were actively protecting me. It also made me feel quite important in the community.It started when someone came to me and asked what I knew about mending mobile phones. In UK jails, many people have mobiles, usually obtained by over-the-fence smuggling. Pay-as-you-go credit vouchers are a major form of currency. This guy was very important on the wing - he had a crew of other guys who walked around with him and people often came to pay him. I said I knew enough about phones, and what did he want? He explained that someone had owed him money but couldn't pay. He'd taken the guy's phone as payment, but the phone was pin-locked and he couldn't get in. The phone was an old Samsung, one which I knew (having previously owned one) didn't impose any limit on the number of pin attempts. So I told the guy: yeah, I know a few tricks. But I need to get my tools out so I'll do it overnight. (Note: I didn't have any tools). The guy left me with the phone overnight, and I sat up through the night to try all 10,000 possible 4-digit combinations. Thankfully, the correct code turned up in the mid 2000s. So the next day this guy turned up and was amazed that I had figured out the code. He went round telling everyone that I was some tech wizard and that people should always come to me with their problems. In return for the job he arranged for me to have a Playstation 2 in my cell for two weeks, and to get access to a phone whenever I wanted. For the rest of my time, people would bring me trivially broken electronics and I would retire for the evening to make it out like I was doing something difficult, then return the fixed item the next day. It massively increased my quality of life in there.Secondly, it opened my eyes to how people less fortunate than me live their lives, and how terrible the prison system is for most people. Many, many people in jail were severely mentally ill. There was no support for them. Some were killed in jail, either by inmates or staff, because they flipped out and people got scared. Another large group of people were hopelessly addicted to very harmful drugs. People who exploited this group were the most powerful - they would have drugs smuggled in, then build an army of addicts who would do their bidding to get the next fix. It was a really explosive situation. Almost every act of violence was drug debt related. Immigrants were completely screwed in jail, because there was no way for them to navigate the bureaucracy. I helped several people avoid deportation, including one cell-mate who had a hit contract out on him in Jamaica because he defended his business when yardies tried to extort him. He couldn't read or write, so he couldn't fill out the asylum application. His patois was so strong that his lawyer couldn't really understand what he said, and the border agency was going to send him back to Jamaica to be killed. I wrote letters to the border agency, the prison governor and the home secretary and he was granted asylum and an interpreter was arranged so that his legal visits would be more productive. Hundreds of others in similar situations go without that help every year.Thirdly, I saw some horrible things. For example: 'syruping' - when someone mixes sugar into a bucket of boiling water and dumps it on someone's face. The dissolved sugar makes the boiling water cling to the skin longer, and the skin peels off leaving the raw flesh exposed. I also saw someone held down by four guys, who performed anal surgery on him with a sharpened spoon to extract drugs he was hiding. He later maimed all four of his assailants, stabbing them in the neck with a pen (saw that too). Another was a guy who was clearly paranoid schizophrenic. His cell was opposite mine. He started screaming one night and barricaded himself in. He then stripped off and covered himself with baby oil, and started setting fire to his cell. The guards came in riot gear to tackle him, but he was so slippery it was like trying to catch an eel. He gave them the run around for quite a while before they eventually held him down and injected him* and he was carried away screaming. He died in hospital.Fourthly, I felt so ashamed of myself that I changed my life forever. I was a middle class white kid with a great education who got obsessed with hacking and document security as a teenager and went down for figuring out how to replicate the driving license, thus throwing away many of the advantages that luck, society and my parents had given me. Everyone else in there had no such advantages. Most of them were born to a life where poverty, drugs, violence and lack of education all being concentrated in their environment led to them being systematically channeled into prison. I was there essentially through misplaced intellectual curiosity, while others were there because their lives were so bad out of jail that crime was actually a rational survival choice. Society failed them, while it tried to hold me up with both hands. I was, and am, disgusted with myself. Upon leaving jail I learned programming, worked freelance to pay for my tuition while I got a degree, got a PhD position, and am now working towards spending my life using my skills as efficiently as I can to improve the lives of as many people as possible. If I ever have a lazy moment, I just have to cast my mind back to prison, and the disgust with myself rises up again, and I launch myself back into work with an energy I never knew I had before prison.Finally, I would say that my criminal record has not held me back. I no longer have to legally disclose it**, but when I did I always did so with a letter explaining some of the circumstances and how deeply it had affected my life. I had several positive comments about my disclosure, and I have never been turned down for a job I've applied for. It doesn't have to hold you back - your attitude has to convince a potential employer that your background makes you a great candidate, not a worse one.*This has been corrected: In my haste to write the post I previously wrote that a dart was used, when in fact it was a needle. Thanks to Marty Bee for pointing out that this was not likely.**For those who are curious, a conviction becomes 'spent' in the UK after a certain time. The times were recently reduced in a little publicised law (Legal Aid, Sentencing and Punishment of Offenders Act 2012), so my conviction was 'spent' after 48 months.

Let me tell you about a law that passed in Maryland in 2013…Post-Sandy Hook, the one party rule state of Maryland decided to push a raft of gun control laws. None of which had anything to do with or could have prevented Newtown but since facts and logic aren’t the strong suit of gun control and control is the name of the day, they rammed these laws through.One of these laws was a fundamental change in handgun ownership. Due to Baltimore being one of the top 5 cities in the USA for violent crime, they pushed for a “Handgun Qualification License” (HQL) as a means of stopping gun violence in the city. They literally sold this law as a gun violence prevention measure.The HQL is a permit-to-purchase for any new handgun from October 1, 2013 onward. You need to have one to buy a handgun in Maryland. So what does getting an HQL entail? Here’s the list:Taking a mandatory, state approved HQL training course by a state approved instructor at your expense. This course is a minimum of four hours and includes a live fire component which limits its location to places where ranges exist or the course is split over several days. Average cost is around $150 not including your travel time.Getting yourself fingerprinted at your expense by a state-approved fingerprint provider with electronic submission capability. Once taken, you have only a few days to submit your application. The cost of the fingerprinting is $50-$80.Submit an HQL application online only via the Maryland State Police Licensing Division website and pay the application fee via debit card or credit card only. No mail in forms, no in-person application, no cash or checks. If you don’t have Internet access you are out of luck. First time fee is $50.Wait for the Licensing Division to process the application. There is no mandated time limit to process the applications and average time is several weeks to a month or more based on informal surveys of applicants.After processing you will receive an HQL card in the mail. This card is the property of the Maryland State Police (it is very clear on this point) and it is your state-issued permission slip to begin the process of purchasing a handgun. The HQL is good for ten years.So, on average based on anecdotal accounts of hundreds of people who have gone through this process and tracked on the Maryland Shooters forum this process costs $200-$300, take around two months to meet the prerequisites to apply unless you’re really lucky and another 2–4 weeks to receive your government permission slip.Now to the fun part… the HQL did not change the prior purchase process in place! Even though a full background check is performed to issue the HQL, you still need to then fill out a purchase request application with the State Police at $10 per transfer, buy the gun, fill out all of the paperwork and still be subject to the 8 day waiting period. The HQL, despite being a license, is merely a license to let you start the process. They did not rescind or modify the process at all and added the HQL as an additional burden to acquire a handgun.It has all of the things that gun control states they want. Deep background check, a photo ID license to get a gun, fingerprinting and mandatory training. It was sold as a crime reduction measure to reduce gun violence in Baltimore and other places.How many HQLs do you think have been acquired by criminals in the 4 1/2 years since its creation? If you answered “Zero”, you’d be correct.So we reject these proposals because I can point to actual, real-world laws that do all of this, was sold on a lie and has done nothing to reduce crime. All it did was impose a signNow burden on the law-abiding in the exercise of their rights. So signNow there are several cases proceeding challenging the HQL requirements. Especially the “online only” element and training requirements that serve as a serious and disproportionate impact on lower income families and would-be owners.How Long Did Your HQL Approval Take?Handgun Qualification License

I was in a relationship with a guy for over 2 years.. I loved him with all my heart! He came into my life during a very difficult time and he was very sweet and loving. He made me laugh, and he made me feel so special.. I felt really loved and I felt that he saved me from something. I felt as if I owed him my life!Though things were great for the first few months, everything started changing so slow that I did not even realize what was happening! I started doing everything for him, and he became the center point of my life-everything revolved around him! He did not like me having other guy friends, so I slowly cut them out of my life. Then he started finding faults with my girl pals- in his words “I was too good to be associating myself with those kids of girls”.. Some of these people had been my friends for more than 10 years! I believed everything he said and I cut all my friends out of my life.. Then he started turning me against my parents.. He said they don’t love me and that he was the only person who truly loved me. I was completely brainwashed and I was stupid enough to believe him! I am a good singer, and I used to go for music lessons (which was a complete stress buster for me), he used to call me on phone and keep talking to me, so that I cannot go to class.Then, I came to know that he was fooling around with another girl, when I confronted him, he told me that he is just fooling around with her and that I am his one and only true love! I started getting very depressed and I stopped talking to anyone. I used to sit in my locked room for hours waiting for him to call.My parents got really worried and they took me on a trip to a place called “Wayanad”. Its a beautiful place in Kerala, India. (Wayanad district - Wikipedia)I did not have cell phone coverage there. I got very restless without being able to talk to my boyfriend.. A few days later, I was staring out of my resort room window and I looked how beautiful it was outside! I told my parents that I am going for a walk. I started walking without a clue as to where I am going.. I kept walking and I started to realize some harsh stuff! I had no savings (I spent it all on my boyfriend, trying to please him), no friends, and no family! I stayed away from everyone who loved me for my boyfriend! I started to realize how he convinced me to push everyone away from my life.. I realized how selfish he was! I thought I could not live without him, but I realized that I was completely happy and content without him! This was the biggest turning point in my life!I spent the next 7 days with my parents and my brother. We had LOTS of fun!! I felt LIBERATED! As though something heavy was lifted from my chest!After I came home, I sent him a text saying that it was over! He called me many times and I did not answer. He sent me a 1000 texts saying how I cannot survive without him. I changed my number, unfriended him from social media sites and I started getting in touch with all my friends!Its been 3 years from then. I now have a Masters Degree in Architecture and a very good job. I am happily married to a guy who truly loves me and respects me!Last I heard, my ex has still not graduated and he is living off his parents money.

And how! My ship was doing a refit in Marseilles and four of us engineers had a free day, so we thought it would be fun to hire a car and take a trip to Monaco and have a look round the famous Monte Carlo. We did the sights, visited the Casino but being poor seamen we didn’t gamble (in fact they wouldn’t let us in!). Then we decided to head off and drive the Monte Carlo rally course.We had just got out of town when we were suddenly surrounded by police cars. They stopped us and pulled us all out of the car at gunpoint, then they took us back to Monte Carlo and slammed us all in the cooler. Since none of us spoke French we had no idea what we were supposed to have done, but eventually the cops found an interpreter. At that point things went from bad to worse!It seemed that there had been an armed raid on the casino by four bandits who, of course, just had to look rather like us and were driving a car of the same make and colour as ours. We tried to explain that we had hired the car from Avis in Marseilles, but the cops said Avis did not have a car hire depot in Marseilles, and in any case the car hire document referred to a car with a different reg number and marque to the one we were driving, and the document listed the hire depot as being in Paris.I tried to explain that when I went to pick up the car, the one they offered was too small for four quite large males, so the depot had switched it for a different one but must have forgotten to change the reg details on the form. That went down like a lead balloon with the cops who asked how I had managed all of that at a hire depot that didn’t exist. As far as they were concerned all that they wanted to know was what had we done with the money we stole, and where had we dumped the guns? We sat in that cell that looked like something out of the Wild West in the movies, with heavy iron bars across the front and just a wooden bench to sit on, as through the interpreter we tried to proclaim our innocence while expecting that we were soon going to be on our way the Devil’s Island!At that point the cops started to fill out all sorts of forms, upon one of which they had to record our nationality. The cop doing the filling looked coldly at us and muttered “Anglais”, at which point the Welsh member of our group exploded “English? I’m not f**king English. I’m Welsh ye frog bastard!” Sadly our interpreter translated that perfectly, and suffice to say it didn’t particularly go down well with our captors! The other three of us had to sit on him and stress that one more word out of him would amount to a declaration of war between England and Wales.We were in that damned cell for hours, wondering how we were ever going to explain to the captain of our ship that four of his officers were in jail in Monaco, but at last the cops opened the cell and hauled us all out unceremoniously. They put the keys to the car in my hand, and told us to get out of Monaco and never come back. Apparently after our pleading they had finally contacted Avis in Paris, who told them that they had, actually, just opened the Marseilles depot a few days earlier, so it was still using the Paris head office address on all of its documents. They also confirmed that the car was theirs and it had been hired by one Anthony Manser, but because the depot was still in the shaking down phase the change of the car had not been properly listed on the hire document.Unfortunately the cops, being thorough, had requested the Marseilles port authority to contact our captain to confirm that we were really his officers. As a result we received a firm roasting and an order that we were not to leave the city limits of Marseilles for the duration of the ship’s stay. Getting arrested for armed robbery in Monaco was not, he said, conduct that he expected of his junior officers and that he had been tempted to deny that he had ever heard of us!I was told years later that he and our chief engineer discussed the matter over a Scotch or three and regularly told the story in various ship’s officers messes, recalling the chief’s remark “What do you expect of those four nut-cases? They could manage to get into trouble in the bloody Vatican!”I suppose though that he had a point as, being confined to Marseilles, two of us after a night on the town decided it would be fun to go to the Foreign Legion barracks by the port and offer ourselves to La Légion. We damned nearly got accepted too had our captain not intervened and confined us to the ship for two weeks.With the benefit of hindsight and long years I still feel that we were sadly misjudged though, and that being in Monaco after an armed robbery or finding ourselves inside the gates of the Foreign Legion barracks in the late evening was simply a case of having been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

To stop annoying begging: Asked and Answered. This is a common phrase said by lawyers in courtrooms, usually as part of an objection. The idea is that if a question has been asked and answered, it should not be asked again. My kids ask me, “Mom, can we pleeease go to Target?” and I say, “Yes, but not today. We’ll have time tomorrow.” Then they say, “But pleeeease? I really want to get this new [fill in the blank]!” I say, “Asked and answered.” If they ask again, I just repeat it: asked and answered. They know it’s pointless to try to get me to give another answer.To settle fights: Mediate them with praise. Tommy: “Mom, she won’t give me a turn with the truck!” Caroline: “It’s my turn! You already played with it forever!” Me: “Tommy, Caroline is really good at sharing. In fact, she’s one of the kindest, most giving children I know. And you’re really good at asking nicely for things. People just love how nicely you can ask for things. I’ll bet if you asked Caroline nicely, she’d be happy to share with you.” Tommy: “Caroline, may I pretty please have a turn playing with the truck? I won’t keep it long, I promise.” Caroline: “Of course, Tommy. Here you go.” Kids are so flattered by your kind words (whether they’re true or not) that they’ll immediately want to live up to them.To get kids to settle their own fights: The fighting bench. When my kids start fighting, I put them on the “fighting bench”, or, in our case, the fireplace hearth. I tell them they can’t get up until they can tell me what their part was in the argument. They then have to apologize to the other child for what they did and come tell me when it’s all resolved. I love this method because it forces kids to take responsibility for their own actions. Also, they really hate having to sit there with each other, so they’re eager to admit their fault and get it over with already. It takes two to tango!Stop a fight before it starts. Whenever you notice a pattern to fighting, whenever kids are always fighting over the same things, like where to sit in the car, or whose turn it is to shower first, or whatever- just lay down the law. On odd days, Mike gets to sit in the front seat; on even days Julie does. Period. Showers go youngest to oldest. Period. If you were the last one to use the item, you have to put it away, even if you didn’t get it out. Period. No discussion. When there’s no room for argument, nobody argues.Let kids be bored.Whenever I notice my kids spending just a little too much time on screens (and it making them a little too cranky) I schedule a screen-free day. Yes, everyone complains, and yes, it can be inconvenient, but it’s so good for them. The last time I did it, I found my son lying on the floor of the living room staring at the ceiling. I asked him what he was doing and he said, “Planning my next Lego project.” (He’s a TFoL- Teen Fan of Lego- he basically uses them to create art.) Then he jumped up very suddenly and exclaimed, “I’ve got it!” and ran upstairs to his room. I found my 8-year-old reading a book at the kitchen table. I found my 5-year-old on all fours in the foyer, wearing a swimsuit. When I asked her what she was up to, she said, “Practicing fire safety!” When I asked her about the swimsuit, she said, “I was practicing ballet!” Throughout all of this I could hear my oldest daughter playing her ukulele in her room, which is her favorite “I’m bored” pastime (which I love, because I really enjoy ukulele music- it’s so happy!) I love seeing the ways my kids use their creativity and develop their talents when they have “nothing to do.” These are just a few of my favorites. I’m going to scan the rest of the answers to see what else I can pick up!

Show :Roadies.Synonym :Fake /Chutiya showGang leaders : Neha Dhupia, Nikhil Chinapa, Prince Marika,Raftaar (Dilin Nair),Sandeep Singh.Task master :Ranvijay Singh.Honestly speaking I didn’t know any one of them. I'm seeing them for the first time on this show only. I'm sure many of you too might not be knowing all of them. So, these "so called celebrities" are the gang leaders.Each contestant is asked to fill the form which consists of a set of questions and the gang leaders evaluate you on the basis of that.Let's talk about the hypocrisy hereAudition1:The contestant's name is Preeti Singh.So,after asking the usual stuff like her introduction,fitness regime,passion,the next question was:Ranvijay Singh:"What's the problem with you that u had to beat up all your ex boyfriends?"Raftaar:"Not one or two,but all four."Contestant(smiling proudly):"Sir,not four. Many."Ranvijay Singh :"OK. How many exes do you have till now?"Contestant:"I don't remember."Raftaar :"But you wrote four."Contestant:"That is the number of exes I have slapped."Neha:"What made you slap them?"Contestant :"I'm very close to my family. So,if anyone dares to say anything about them,I can't tolerate it."Task:They asked her to pick up a football and imagine it as her exes and asked her to slap the ball exactly the way she beat up her exes and enact the situationIrony : She was badmouthing the guy's family as she punched the ball.Gang leaders even pointed it out teasingly.Verdict : Selected.Audition 2:The contestant's name is Monu Gurzar.This guy has apparently filled up his firm with shit which I'm not discussing here since it's not relevant to the topic. After a few mints of interaction and calling him all sorts of badwords like bhos****, chu**** ,haram**** etc,Ranvijay (reading the form):"Tell a truth and a lie about yourself. You wrote that you are an alcohol addict,you have slapped a girl and you can jump from the top of the building. So, among these which one is the truth?"Contestant :"Jumping from the building is false. The other two is true."Ranvijay :"So slapping a girl and being an alcohol addict is true. Why did you slap her?"Contestant:"Sir,she was my girlfriend. I trusted her so much and first time…"Prince :"You know a woman is sitting right here (pointing to Neha) and if she wants,she can slap you so hard that next time you won't have gutts to do such a thing "Raftaar:"He wrote,the worst carrier option for a girl is film industry and he is now standing infront of such a gang leader.(looking at Neha) Doesn't he know before coming to roadies?"Ranvijay interrupts and gives a task.Task no:1The first task was to take out a total of 6coins buried deep inside the hot sand— which was kept in a pan— without spilling the sand. He somehow manages to collect all 6coins easily. The gang leaders got disappointed as his hands weren’t burned enough and he completed the task.To overcome their disappointment, Ranvijay Singh gives him another task.Task no:2The guy was asked to do push up in slanting position by keeping both legs on the chair with some heavy sandbags kept on his back and a tumbler full of cow dung was kept under his face so that when he gets tired and losses the grip,his face would touch the cowdung.Result:After crucifying this guy further more and teaching him a lesson,the guy was sent off.Verdict :Made fun of and tortured really bad in the national television.I agree he was very wrong. The things he wrote on his form like how he slapped his girlfriend or film is the worst career choice for a girl or if a girl invites you to her home it's for sex or me too movement is bakwaaz.. His way of thinking about firms was very wrong and it enraged me. But did he deserve this treatment in the national television? Who were these people to punish him? If they didn't like his answers they could have just asked him to buzz off.And the reason why he slapped his gf was because she put some false allegations against him to her father.Whatever the reason maybe,it doesnt justify his actions.But compare this reason with the reason of that girl. Who is more wrong here?Now let's come to the hypocrisy here.1)The audition title :In the girl's audition,they didn't even mention anything about her slapping 4 exes whereas compare it with that of the guy's audition detailing.2)The reaction.This was the reaction of the gang leaders when the girl was proudly telling them that she slapped 4 of her exes.This was the reaction of gangleaders when the guy said he slapped his girlfriend as she made fake allegations against him3) Respecting womanYou talk about respecting woman and then talk cuss words like bhen****, madar**** etc infront of a woman.4)The way of thinkingSo apparently,when a girl bears up a guy,it's something to laugh about whereas when the opposite happens, you can't tolerate.5) The message :A girl who can beat up 4guys and be proud about it qualifies to be in your gang. Whereas the guy who slapped his gf once doesn't.What is the message you are giving out to the world?That its OK to slap a guy and ucou an escape by playing the women card,but never slap a woman no matter how much she screws you.I mean like R-E-A-LL-Y? Is this the message you want to give to the young people out there?Wow. What a logic.This hypocrisy pisses me off.Respect and take stand for everyone who deserve to be despite gender. A mistake is a mistake despite your gender.