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Time of India
2 days ago
- Time of India
Teen files defamation complaint after nude photos leaked on Instagram
Surat: A 19-year-old woman from Dindoli has filed a defamation complaint against a Mumbai resident, Sahil Patel, for allegedly taking her nude photos without consent and circulating them on Instagram. Tired of too many ads? go ad free now According to police, the victim met Patel in Mumbai around 2019. After she moved to Surat in Dec 2024 following her father's retirement, Patel continued to harass her and eventually shared the explicit photos online when she refused to comply with his demands. The woman, who works as a receptionist at a commercial establishment in Dindoli, had stopped communicating with Patel in 2023. In retaliation, he began stalking her and her sister. In April 2023, the victim's sister filed a complaint with Andheri police after Patel allegedly made a video of her. A similar incident followed in June 2023, when Patel created a disturbance during the victim's tuition class, prompting her to approach the Vile Parle police. He later apologized, and the victim resumed contact with him, which eventually led to a relationship. While residing in Surat, the victim stayed in touch with Patel over video calls. During one such call, he allegedly coerced her into appearing nude and secretly took screenshots. When she refused to repeat the act, Patel began threatening to leak the images. Police said Patel created a fake Instagram account through which he shared the victim's nude pictures and reels with her cousin, and later circulated them to several of her friends in Mumbai. Following the incident, the victim approached Dindoli police and filed a complaint under relevant sections of the Bharatiya Nyaya Sanhita (BNS) and the Information Technology Act.
India Gazette
6 days ago
- Sport
- India Gazette
Indian Embassy in Kathmandu facilitates one-month training for Nepali U-19 cricketers in Bhopal
ANI 11 Jul 2025, 20:39 GMT+10 Kathmandu [Nepal], July 11 (ANI): The Indian Embassy in Kathmandu has announced facilitation for three cricket players from Nepali U-19 cricketers in Bhopal. As per the release from Indian Embassy, three Under-19 cricketers Naren Bhatta, Sahil Patel, and Puja Mahato will undergo a month-long professional training program. 'As part of the Ambassador's Cricket Fellowship for Nepali Youth announced by the Embassy of India, Kathmandu in June 2025, three promising Under-19 cricketers from Nepal, Naren Bhatta, Sahil Patel, and Puja Mahato are scheduled to undergo a month-long professional training program at the LB Shastri Cricket Shaala in Bhopal, India from 15 July to 14 August 2025,' the release stated. On Friday, Ambassador of India to Nepal, Naveen Srivastava met and interacted with the players in the presence of President of the Cricket Association of Nepal Chatur Bahadur Chand, and conveyed best wishes for their training programme. The interaction underscored the importance of sports cooperation in fostering deeper people to people ties between India and Nepal. The initiative by Embassy of India, Kathmandu aims to support the development of young Nepali cricket talent while strengthening people-to-people ties between India and Nepal through a shared passion for cricket. This professional exposure is expected to significantly enhance the players' skills and contribute to Nepal's cricketing aspirations. (ANI)
Time of India
04-07-2025
- Time of India
Mobile phone of cop's wife stolen from Jagannath Temple
Ahmedabad: A mobile phone belonging to the wife of a city police constable was allegedly stolen during her visit to the Jagannath Temple in Jamalpur area of Ahmedabad during the rath yatra festivities. The incident took place on June 28 inside the temple sanctum, according to a complaint filed with Gaekwad Haveli police station. The complainant, Sahil Patel (34), a police constable posted in the city, stated that he and his wife Shweta had visited the temple around 10 am. Amid the dense crowd, an unidentified person allegedly opened Shweta's handbag and took the mobile phone placed inside. The stolen phone was estimated to be worth around Rs 7,000. Patel initially lodged an e-FIR on July 2, and subsequently visited the police station in person, accompanied by a friend, to submit a formal complaint. You Can Also Check: Ahmedabad AQI | Weather in Ahmedabad | Bank Holidays in Ahmedabad | Public Holidays in Ahmedabad Police have launched an investigation into the case.
Al Jazeera
13-06-2025
- General
- Al Jazeera
How deadly Air India crash shattered dreams, wiped out entire families
Ahmedabad, India — For the Patel family, April was a month of answered prayers. The news arrived in a simple email: their son, Sahil Patel, had won a visa lottery. He was one of 3,000 Indians chosen by a random ballot for a coveted two-year United Kingdom work visa, under the British government's India Young Professionals Scheme. For the 25-year-old from a middle-class family, it was a pathway from a modest home in Sarod village, 150km (93 miles) from Ahmedabad, the biggest city in the western Indian state of Gujarat, to a new life in London. For his family, the visa was the culmination of every prayer, a chance for the social mobility they had worked their whole lives for. But less than two months later, that excitement has turned to grief: Sahil was one of the 241 people on Air India 171 who died when the plane crashed into a medical college's hostel just outside Ahmedabad airport on Thursday, June 12, seconds after taking off. Only one passenger survived India's deadliest aviation disaster in more than three decades. Dozens of people on the ground were killed, including several students at BJ Medical College, when the plane erupted into a ball of fire after crashing into their mess. Several others were injured, many of them still in critical care. Those killed on board include young students on their way to London on scholarships, a family returning home from a wedding in Gujarat, another that was visiting India for Eid, and those like Sahil whose families believed they had won the luck of a lifetime. In the mess hall at Gujarat's oldest medical school, Rakesh Deora was finishing his lunch along with more than 70 other medical students. From a small town in Bhavnagar in southeastern Gujarat, Deora was in the second year of his undergraduate studies – but, friends and family recalled, did not like wearing his white coat. When the plane struck the building, he was killed by the falling debris. In the chaos that followed, many of the bodies – from the plane and on the ground – were charred beyond recognition. Deora's face was still recognisable when his family saw his body. At the Ahmedabad Civil Hospital, five hours after the crash, another family rushed in. Irfan, 22, was an Air India cabin crew member, his uniform a symbol of pride for his family. They rushed to the morgue, unaware of what they were about to face. When an official showed Irfan's father his son's body – his face still recognisable – the man's composure shattered. He collapsed against a wall, his voice a raw lament to God. 'I have been religious my whole life,' he cried, his words echoing in the sterile hallway. 'I gave to charity, I taught my son character … Why this punishment upon him? Why my child?' Beside him, Irfan's mother refused to believe that her son was dead. 'No!' she screamed at anyone who came near. 'He promised he would see me when he got back. You're lying. It's not him.' For another family, recognition came not from a face, but from a small, gold pendant. It was a gift from a husband to his wife, Syed Nafisa Bano, and it was the only way to identify her. Nafisa was one of four members of the Syed family on board, including her husband Syed Inayat Ali, and their two young children, Taskin Ali and Waqee Ali. They had been buzzing with excitement, talking about their return to London after spending a wonderful two months in India celebrating Eid al-Adha with their relatives. On Thursday, their family in Gujarat huddled together in the hospital corridor in mourning, the laughter they had shared consigned to memories. Just 500 metres from the main crash site, rickshaw driver Rajesh Patel was waiting for his next customer. The 50-year-old was the sole earner for his family. He wasn't struck by debris, but by the explosion's brutal heat, which engulfed him in flames. He now lies in a critical care unit, fighting for his life. His wife sits outside the room, her hands clasped in prayer. In the narrow lanes of the Meghaninagar neighbourhood near the crash site, Tara Ben had just finished her morning chores and was lying down for a rest. The sudden, deafening roar that shook her home's tin roof sounded like a gas cylinder explosion, a familiar danger in the densely packed neighbourhood. But the screams from outside that followed told her this was different. 'Arey, aa to aeroplane chhe! Plan tooti gayo! [Oh, it's an aeroplane! It's a plane crash!]' a man shrieked in Gujarati; his voice laced with a terror she had never heard before. Tara Ben ran out into the chaos. The air was thick with smoke and a smell she couldn't place – acrid and metallic. As she joined the crowd rushing to view the crash site, a cold dread washed over her – a mix of gratitude and guilt. It wasn't just for the victims, but for her own community. She looked back at the maze of makeshift homes in her neighbourhood, where hundreds of families lived stacked one upon another. 'If it had fallen here,' she later said, her voice barely a whisper, 'there would be no one left to count the bodies. God saved us, but he took so many others.' Veteran rescue worker Tofiq Mansuri has seen tragedy many times before, but nothing had prepared him for this, he said. For four hours, from mid-afternoon until the sun began to set, he and his team worked in the shadow of the smouldering wreckage to recover the dead with dignity. 'The morale was high at first,' Mansuri recalled, his gaze distant, his face etched with exhaustion. 'You go into a mode. You are there to do a job. You focus on the task.' He described lifting body bag after body bag into the ambulances. But then, they found her. A small child, no more than two or three years old, her tiny body charred by the inferno. In that moment, the professional wall Mansuri had built to allow himself to deal with the dead, crumbled. 'We are trained for this, but how can you train for that?' he asked, his voice breaking for the first time. 'To see a little girl … a baby … it just broke us. The spirits were gone. We were just men, carrying a child who would never go home.' Mansuri knows the sight will stay with him. 'I won't be able to sleep for many nights,' he said, shaking his head. By 7pm, five hours after the crash, ambulances were arriving at Ahmedabad Civil Hospital in a grim procession, not with sirens blaring, but in a near-silent parade of the dead. Inside the hospital, a wave of anguish rippled through the crowd each time the doors of the morgue swung open. In one corner, a woman's voice rose above the din, a sharp, piercing cry of accusation. 'Air India killed him!' she screamed. 'Air India killed my only son!' Then she collapsed into a heap on the cold floor. No one rushed to help; they simply watched, everyone struggling with their own grief. Dozens of families waited – for a name to be called, for a familiar face on a list, for a piece of information that might anchor them amid a disorienting nightmare. They huddled in small, broken circles, strangers united by a singular, unbearable fate. Some were called into small, sterile rooms to give DNA samples to help identify their dead relatives. Then an official's announcement cut through the air: identified remains would only be released after 72 hours, after post-mortem procedures. As the night deepened, some relatives, exhausted and emotionally spent, began their journey home, leaving one or two family members behind to keep vigil. But many refused to leave. They sat on the floor, their backs against the wall, their eyes vacant. While some families still cling to the fragile hope of survival, such as in the case of Rajesh Patel, the rickshaw driver, others are grappling with the grief differently. Away from the hospital's frantic chaos, Sahil Patel's father Salim Ibrahim was away in his village, calm and composed. Over the telephone, his voice did not break but remained chillingly calm, his grief masked by a single practical question. 'Will they give him back to us in a closed box?' he asked. 'I just … I cannot bear for anyone to see him like that. I want him to be brought home with dignity.' The visa that promised a new world to Sahil is now a worthless piece of paper. The plane was a Dreamliner, an aircraft named for the very thing it was meant to carry. The dream of London has dissolved into a nightmare in a morgue. And in the end, all a father can ask for his son is the mercy of a closed lid.
