IP, it was certainly very moving.. The idea about sponsoring children is certainly quite good... FYI - I know of an establishment called SOS Village (one of them is in Faridabad as i know), wherein you can can take care of a child's needs on a monthly basis... you can check out http://www.soscvindia.org/soswebsite/index.php for more details
Cheers On Tue, Oct 14, 2008 at 10:34 PM, Premjit Singh Chadha < [EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > IP > Very Touching . > > I love your Idea about Sponseing and helping poor kids who need education. > > I think we must look at this maybe from the school itself and create > multiple awards or scholarships for deserving students who cant afford even > the school fees. > > Let us all get together and see what we can do. > > Premjit > > > On Tue, Oct 14, 2008 at 5:18 PM, Gurmeet Khurana < > [EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > >> Great IP, >> >> Thanks for sharing , it took real courage to share this story >> >> There's a way out of this Hell, Making yourself wrong and being guilty is >> not the way out, If it was you would have been out, there is another way >> out, would you want it???? >> >> It's not easy my friend....... >> >> Let me know >> >> Love >> >> Gurmeet >> >> >> >> ----- Original Message ----- >> *From:* Inderpal Singh Munjal <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >> *To:* EX-GHPS <[email protected]> >> *Sent:* Tuesday, October 14, 2008 7:08 AM >> *Subject:* exghps1988v_v A TRUE STORY ABOUT I.P.SINGH >> >> Hi Guys >> Before narrating this story,I want to make one thing clear,I >> have no communal intentions and certainly not trying to ignite or spark any >> kind of hatred against anyone.I am just sharing an experience,which almost >> shook me, and left a permanent imprint on my life and personality.One can >> share such feelings and encounters with friends only.One thing more,Gurmeet >> S.Khurana's recent mails,have encouraged me to confess,something,for which I >> often feel guilty. >> Sometime back,I happen to pass through an area called >> Tilak Vihar. This Tilak Vihar is a J.J. type colony,situated between,Tilak >> Nagar and outer ring road,in West Delhi.This place is dominated by Sikh >> population.After 1984, riots-affected,sikhs from all over Delhi,were >> rehabilitated here.I had never been to this place before.That day also,I had >> to visit,one of my staff members (Nirmal S.),for something very >> urgent.Nirmal is a very professional camera man,who lived there in a cheap >> rented accommodation.I had to stop my car at a point,as it could not go any >> further,and started looking for Nirmal's house. >> Suddenly, I heard someone shouting at the top of his >> voice.I turned back to see,that a man in his mid fifties, was holding the >> hand of a young sikh boy (must be in teens). >> I can never forget the face of that innocent boy.He was >> light complexioned,and blessed with very photogenic features,but he was >> poorly dressed,bare-foot and without Patka or Dastar.Then my attention >> diverted,back to that middle aged man,who seemed to be genuinely cheated by >> that young boy.That man gave a tight slap on the face of that boy,and >> snatched a bottle from him and threw it on the road.There was white color >> liquid in the bottle.Even after receiving 2-3 really hard blows,the boy >> remained unmoved,and did not even cry for help. >> I could not resist my self any more and >> tried to intervene.That man calmed,and a bit politely said,"Sardarji aap >> isko nahi jaantay,yeh sabko chutia banata hai." In the process >> the boy got his hand freed,suddenly all his innocence >> disappeared.That boy,who seemed speechless,till now,started abusing that >> man with all sorts of M.C.'s and B.C.'s.I could not believe my >> ears.After covering a short distance,the boy picked up a stone and hurled at >> the man,that missed his head by half an inch.Man shouted,"Daikha >> Sardarji,yeh B.C. issi kaabil hai." >> On listening to all this Shor-Sharaba,Nirmal came out >> of his house,at the end of that Gali,as if he was waiting for me.We went >> inside his room and Nirmal offered me a glass of water,which I badly >> needed.After receiving the required packet,for which I had come,I hesitently >> asked Nirmal about that young sikh boy.Nirmal told that he knew the boy,very >> well,who lives in the very next Gali,and his name is Harpal.Harpal lives >> there with his mother...Sarabjit.He added,they are only two in the >> family.Sarabjit (Harpal's mother),is a very beautiful lady,in her thirties. >> My anxiety,increased many folds.Nirmal read all the >> questions ,in my eyes and explained further.I was told,Sarabjit was neither >> a widow, nor a divorcee.Autually the story goes back to 1984,when Mohinder >> Singh (Sarabjit's father),was a very wealthy trader,who lived with his wife >> and lovely little,only daughter Sarabjit.They were a well settled,happy >> family.And then came that fateful night of 31st oct 1984,when an angry and >> violent mob of some hundred people,attacked their house and burnt it >> altogether.Mohinder Singh was ruthlessly dragged,beaten and finally burnt >> alive.The neighbor's managed to save,the young Sarabjit and her asthma >> patient mother. >> None of the relatives,ever helped them.They finally >> shifted to Tilak Vihar.Sarabjit never went to school,after 84.Her mother's >> condition kept on deteriorating,in the absence of proper medical >> treatment.Their only source of income was the compensation,they received >> from the Govt.With the passage of time Sarabjit grew up into a very >> beautiful,young sardarni.Then came the bouncer,which I could predict,but not >> wanted to listen.Sarabjit took to prostitution,to support herself and >> mother.The Old lady could not tolerate all this,and held herself responsible >> for the fate of her only daughter.She passed away the very next month,some >> even say,she committed suicide.Sarabjit,gave birth to a boy,Harpal,many >> years ago.No body knows about Harpal's father.Sarabjit has inherited that >> Asthma,from her mother.She is no more as beautiful,young and healthy,as she >> used to be.She hardly find any customers now.Harpal is now out to earn the >> living.He buys second hand,empty bottles,from the kabaari wala,fills them >> ,with slightly white colored water.He is cheating people by selling these >> bottles as Phenol.He has to find new customers daily.He easily finds,some >> customers every day,cos of his innocent looks. >> I had tears in my eyes,after listening >> to the whole story.I pledged to come back,the next day.I promised my >> Waheguru,(though I am not very religious), to help this boy in every >> possible manner.I kept thinking about that boy,while proceeding towards my >> car.I once again promised my self,that I will not leave any stone >> unturned,to make Harpal's future bright.On reaching my car,I was astonished >> to see,that both, the side mirrors of my brand new Honda City,have been >> stolen.So many people were looking at me,as if ,I had landed from another >> planet.I could do nothing but to hurriedly,jump on to the driver's seat.Then >> someone shouted,"yeh zaroor Harpal....Harami ,ka kaam hai." I angrily >> repeated that man's words,"Yeh B.C. issi kabil hai",and drove back home. >> With in a span of few >> minutes,I forgot all my promises ,which I made for the first time,to my >> almighty Waheguru.Negative feelings,over powered me and I started >> thinking...Mene kya lena iss Harpal ke pango se.But honestly speaking I can >> never forget Harpal and his innocent face.Last week,one of my very dear >> friends suggested,that v all r,so well to do,and v must atleast sponser,one >> poor child's education.Once again the only face that came to my mind was >> Harpal. >> The very next day I called >> Nirmal,who is now working for a leading news channel,and residing,somewhere >> in Noida.Nirmal,is very faithful to me,so on my request,he went all the way >> to Tilak Vihar,to report me about the present status of Harpal and his >> mother.The same evening he called,to tell me that Harpal had become a >> criminal,by now.He has been in and out of jail,several times.His >> mother,Sarabjit was fed up ,of his activities,so she finally sold off her >> house to a property dealer,and went away to her Pind,some where in >> Punjab.Now no body in the locality know,regarding the whereabouts of Harpal >> and his mother.Nirmal repeated emphasised,"Sirji Uss Harpal ke baaray main >> sochana bund kar do....woh pucka badmash hai."How can I tell him, how Harpal >> has changed my life,in minutes.Harpal has told me so many things about me >> only. >> Whenever I am lonely,and I happen >> to close my eyes,I find Harpal laughing and shouting at me..." I.P. YOU ARE >> SUCH A LIAR. >> YOU ARE SO >> WEAK. >> YOU ARE SO >> UNSTABLE. >> YOU ARE >> SO HYPOCRITE. >> YOU ARE >> SUCH A CHEAT." >> So true. >> >> Regards >> Inder Pal >> >> >> > > > > --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "EX,GHPS,1988,V.V" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected] To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/exghps1988v_v?hl=en -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
