Ok Suggestion We all pitch in say 5000 per month and Create a pool which we then use to do various things.
If we are 20 of us then this is 100,000 which can be used to sponser a lot of kids for education and other things . We could do this under the banner of EX GHPS 1988 what say people ???? PSC On Wed, Oct 15, 2008 at 8:49 AM, Ripudamann Singh <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>wrote: > 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 -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
