Kamal , can we use CFL Bulbs instead ??? 15Watts give more than 100 Watts light .. It won't be Dim then .. Is it ok ?? kindly tell..
B2 From: [email protected] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] On Behalf Of Kamaljeet Singh Sent: Friday, October 17, 2008 5:57 PM To: [email protected] Subject: exghps1988v_v Re: A TRUE STORY ABOUT I.P.SINGH Hmm.. inder the most important of all in this story is that a human heart is still thumping in your body, you have a softer side of yours alive, the light [ parkash] is ON in you but it is like a night- bulb { dim } a person of your stature can and must make this Dim light more bright from 5 watt to 100, we all always wish to see the big picture and normally miss the small picture around us, almost all the friends have written amazing thoughts and suggestion to start a organisation and do so much, very encouraging and thoughtful, but this again is a big picture... .....small picture.... there are kids of maids, servants, drivers, rickshaw wallas, press wallas these are the people who are always around us and we have known them for long and they have known us for long, but we miss them and there requirements for studies, food, clothes, home.... why we should not try to do something for them, i am sure some of us would have been and some of us may not have even thought about, let's start looking very nearby and we all will find... sab kish khar mei bhar nahi... . On Tue, Oct 14, 2008 at 4:38 PM, Inderpal Singh Munjal <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: 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 -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
