i knew only 1 person would be there who make this a joke and thats u my dear CFL, yes rather we should be like cfl use less energy and give better results... thanks and how was the day buddy..
On Fri, Oct 17, 2008 at 8:36 PM, Jagpal Intezar <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>wrote: > 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 -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
