Wednesday, March 23, 2011

A True Story on Honor Killing

Jassi Sidhu
Jassi Sidhu was a beautiful and wealthy woman who fell in love with the wrong man.
Her name was Jassi Kaur Sidhu. She was shy, modest and stunningly beautiful. She came to the Punjab with her wealthy Canadian family looking for a little adventure.

During a visit to the village where her parents were born she met and fell in love with the man of her dreams, Mittoo Singh Sidhu. But, Mittoo had no money and no land. His only income came from driving an auto rickshaw.

Jassi knew that her wealthy Canadian family would never approve of Mittoo, so the couple married in secret. When Jassi's uncle found out he was enraged. In his eyes Jassi had disgraced and dishonoured her family.

A TRAGIC DEATH
A few months after the marriage, Jassi and Mittoo were ambushed by a gang of men. Mittoo was left for dead. Jassi was kidnapped, brutally murdered and on June 9, 2000 was found in an irrigation ditch with her throat cut. The Indian police eventually charged 13 people in the murder plot, including Jassi's mother and uncle in Canada.

Jassi's uncle was bitterly opposed to her marriage to Mittoo, a poor rickshaw driver.
Phone records showed that the killers had been in constant contact with Jassi's uncle in the weeks before Jassi's death, including phone calls on the very day Jassi died. The police say that the final order to kill Jassi had been given by Jassi's own mother during a cell phone on the evening of June 8.

So, an unlikely romance between a wealthy girl from Canada and a poor villager from the Punjab turned into a modern day Romeo and Juliet story complete with betrayal, treachery, torture, kidnapping and murder. In 2001, the fifth estate went to India to investigate Jassi's murder and produced an award-winning documentary called The Murdered Bride.

THE FIFTH ESTATE RETURNS TO INDIA
This updated version of The Murdered Bride reveals shocking new details about the five-year-old murder case. The fifth estate team and associate producer Akhil Gautam track down two of the men who took part in the murder conspiracy including a police officer named Joginder Singh.

While Indian police and Indian justice, two systems notorious for their corruption and slowness, have dealt with Jassi's murder and convicted 7 men for her murder, the fifth estate reveals that the Canadian investigation into her family's involvement is dragging on.


fifth estate reporter Bob McKeown found Jassi's husband, Mittoo, behind bars.
And in a dramatic confrontation with Jassi's uncle, Surjit, Bob McKeown asks him to explain how 147 phone calls were made from his phone to the convicted killers just prior to Jassi's murder.

But, what of Mittoo, who survived the attack by Jassi's killers? Five years after her death, Mittoo is in jail, facing a charge of rape – a charge his friends and supporters say is completely false. The fifth estate reveals that the woman who has accused Mittoo in court documents is closely connected to one of Jassi's convicted killers.

JASSI'S STORY: A MOVIE
Before she died Jassi told a close friend in British Columbia that a movie would be made about her life one day and now they have.
by: Honor Killing

Friday, January 21, 2011

Do chidiyo ki lov story


1 din chida bola-

mje chor kr kbi tm ud to nhi jaogi.
......
chidiya : ud jaun to tum pakar lena.

Chida : me tume pakar sakta hu par fir pa nhi sakta.

chidiya ki ankho me ansu aa gaye usne apne pankh tod liye or boli ab ham hamesa sath rahenge.

Ek din jor se tufan aya chida udne laga.

Tabhi chidiya boli tum ud jao me nhi ud sakti.

Chida- apna khayal rkhana keh kar ud gaya. Jab tufan thama aur chida vapas aaya to usne dekha ki chidiya mar chuki thi...

Aur ek dali par likha tha~

kash wo ek bar to kahta ki me tume nhi chor sakta, To sayad me tufan ane se pahle nhi marti

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Poem

A Friend Like You

There's lots of things
With which I'm blessed,
Tho' my life's been both Sunny and Blue,
But of all my blessings,
This one's the best:
To have a friend like you.

In times of trouble
Friends will say,
"Just ask... I'll help you through it."
But you don't wait for me to ask,
You just get up
And you do it!

And I can think
Of nothing in life
That I could more wisely do,
Than know a friend,
And be a friend,
And love a friend... like you.


Jenny Kissed Me

Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in:
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have missed me,
Say I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kissed me.

How Do I Love Thee?
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Showing Love To Suzanne

It was long ago. I was working at a restaurant. I was eighteen. There I met a beautiful young lady. She was shorter than me, but at six foot four most people are. She had dark brown hair and wonderful green eyes. Her smile made me weak. I would have done anything for her.

It was almost Christmas and the decorations were going up. As someone put up the mistletoe the girls started talking about getting the guys underneath the mystic sprig. As I walked by, I heard a sexy voice say, "I want to kiss Tim."

I stopped. Had I heard right! Suzanne wanted to kiss ... ME! My heart stopped. I slowly turned to see her take the last step toward the mistletoe. I stuttered sheepishly, "M-M-Me?!?" She slowly nodded. I was shaking, but stepped to her. She reached up. I couldn't help myself, I put my arms around her and our lips met. I never wanted to let go. I fell for her then and there. She is the only woman I have ever known that said that she wanted to kiss me.
We "dated" a few times. I was a kid I sucked at dating, still do! She was staying with friends and I would go over to see her after I got off work, late.

Then came the night that I would screw up and regret the rest of my life. I got there late, as usual. She was sleeping on the couch in front of the fireplace. I looked down at her. Her face was glowing with the light from the fire, her hair was soft and gently tossed. She was wearing a long grey nightshirt, T-shirt type, and not much else. She looked so beautiful. I had never seen anyone so angelic in my life. I got down on my knees and gently kissed her lips. She woke and pulled me closer. We kissed for what seemed my entire life. She had me, I would stay with her forever.

Then it happened. She moved my hand under her shirt. My head was spinning, what was I doing? I cupped one of her perfect breasts. I felt warm and wonderful. Fear suddenly hit me. I didn't know what I was doing, what if I did it wrong! What if this isn't what she wanted?! I found myself pulling away!

"What's wrong?" she said.
"I, I have to go." I blurted out.
"I was hoping you'd stay tonight.", her voice obviously hurt.
"I really need to go." and I turned and left.

I was so stupid, I stopped because I didn't want to do something wrong and blow it between us but that's exactly what I did by leaving. We didn't see each other again for many years. I got married and we had two kids. My wife left me. I married again. We had three kids. So after number 5 for me I decided to get "the cable disconnected." I went and had a vasectomy. No need to go into that but a week later I went back to have it "checked", you know, get a count.

Anyway I walked into the doctors office with my "sample". I stood there waiting for someone to notice me. That's when I heard, "Hi, Tim."

I knew the voice! It was her! I was so startled and so embarrassed by the reason for my visit, that I made a fool out of myself. I said, "Hey, … Suzanne, right?" I knew perfectly well who she was. I had seen that face in my dreams at least once a week for the last 22 years. I couldn't bring myself to look at her ring finger. I wanted to jump the counter and just hold her again.

Instead, I handed her the sample and said I'd see her later and left, ... again. If life weren't cruel enough at this point, I am now going through another divorce and Suzanne is still in my mind. I have walked away from the most beautiful woman I've ever known twice. I cry, ... I cry in my heart. Oh, that she should read this and understand. I long for some mistletoe, now. I started writing to Suzanne a few months after I left her in front of the fireplace. I have written to her for 27 years and never mailed any of the 289 letters. I then put the letters into a book, I hope she would find to be … a love story. I sat on the book for a few weeks wondering if I should try to find Suzanne or just make up an ending. Jack, my eighteen year old talked me into getting the book to her. Now how do I find her? I knew where she worked five years ago. Maybe someone there knew where she was now. I printed out the book and the following letter:


Suzanne,
I have been needing to tell you I’m sorry for a long time. I am so bad at verbal encounters, (my brain goes blank), as you well know by now, that I have taken to writing things down, when they are important to me. I had a dream about you a few weeks ago and I was unable to tell you how sorry I was in the dream before fate cruelly woke me. I hurt so bad that I … well, I am sending you the result. I am taking a chance and sending this here in hopes that you still work here or at least someone knows where you are. This is the only printed copy. You may do with it as you see fit. I would understand if you didn’t even want to read it. There are twenty seven years in here and I now give them to you. The book is not finished, it lacks one letter, the one which I cannot write. If nothing else, I hope the book at least gives you some answers. In closing, I would like to let you know I am still married for a short time more, so even if you did want to talk, an occasional email is all I could do right now. I am again so sorry for that night, for twenty seven years of not knowing and for the frozen brain I get every time I see you.
Seeming to be eternally waiting,


Tim Wayne
Jack said he would take it up to the office. I had no idea if it was a good idea or not. So, on my first break the next day. I called the Dr.’s office. I dialed the phone, shaking like a leaf! Here was the plan. Ask who ever answered the phone if they knew Suzanne. Why do things never work out the way you plan? You got it, She answered the phone! I am not altogether sure I didn’t say’ “Oh, sh**!” out loud. The conversation was, to say the least, interesting. She was, I’m sure, taken aback by my call. My voice was auditable quivering. I don’t remember much of the falderal that came pouring out but I know I said, “My son is bringing you an envelope today. In it is my explanations, my apologies and my life. I know I have no right to ask you for anything but please, please read it.”

She paused and ask, (also in a shaky voice), “Are you alright?” I told her my son would explain and I had to get back to work. I called Jack and told him what I did. Still shaking I told him everything I forgot to tell her, Like, you might not want your husband to read this if you have one. I told him she probably thinks I am dying. Jack called me as he was leaving. “You were right, she thought you were dying, I explained everything. She is still very pretty and is married. She has two kids and one grand-daughter.” There is more of this later, but for now, … She has the book! If I accomplish nothing else out of this book Idea, Suzanne knows!!! I waited a week without any word. Then … an e-mail! Suzanne and I began e-mailing each other and have moved to phone calls. We even see each other once in a while. I have ask her if I may call her Annie since everyone else calls her Suzy. We are both going through a divorce. Annie and I talk all the time now, both on the phone and in person. I have ceased writing letters and opted for the notes and verbal communiqué However, Suzanne has taken up where I left off and is writing letters to me almost daily. She will never know all that she has done for me. We are talking almost everyday, now. She is so funny and so bright, I just hate to end our talks, but they do all end with a pair of “I love you’s. I never could have wished for as much. She has become a dream come true to me. She has held my heart for nearly my entire adult life and now not only knows that fact but apparently shares the same feelings.

My friends and co-workers tell me this is like a movie or fairy tail but it is a true and honest love story. My life, whether it has been before or not, is most definitely, without a doubt, thanks to her, … a heartfelt, never-ending Love Story. I look forward to many, many more chapters in our love story. We have endured the passage of time, apart, but it is my hope and desire that she chooses to spend the rest of my days as my co-author, my partner and my love. Annie and I have shared our love for each other almost 30 years. We have moved through time apart but seemingly in the same direction and toward the same goal. I have longed for this day. I went to see her at work, her best friend knew I was coming but Suzanne didn’t.

I walked in her eyes lit up. “Can I talk to you.”
“Sure, what’s up?’
“Can I get you to come out here? I’ll just take a minute.”
She walked around the corner and out into the lobby. “Okay, what’s wrong?”
“Please, sit down.” Her eyes now wide, worried about what I had to say.

“Suzanne, you and I have been together all of our lives. I know not physically, but you have been in my head and in my heart and in my soul every minute of every day for as long as I can remember. You are my inspiration, my adventure, my effervescence and my smile.” “Annie, my love, … will you marry me?” Tears ran down her face as she through her arms around me and whispered, “Yes, always and forever.”

May God bless all of you as I have been blessed. Love is like energy, it cannot be created nor destroyed, it only changes form. When God put Suzanne and I together it was to be forever, … I think He meant it. He is, after all, always right.

… And they lived happily ever after.
Source:Love Story

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

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Thursday, September 9, 2010

THINK OUT OF BOX

IAS TOPPERS ANSWERS

Q. How can you drop a raw egg onto a concrete floor without cracking it?

A. Concrete floors are very h ard to crack! (UPSC Topper)

Q. If it took eight men ten hours to build a wall, how long would it take

four men to build it?


A. No time at all it is already built. (UPSC 23 Rank Opted for IFS)

Q. If you had three apples and four oranges in one hand and four apples

and three oranges in the other hand, what would you have?


A. Very l arge hands. (Good one) (UPSC 11 Rank Opted for IPS)

Q. How can you lift an elephant with one hand?

A. It is not a problem, since you will never find an elephant with one hand.

(UPSC Rank 14 Opted for IES)

Q. How can a man go eight days without sleep?

A. No Probs , He sleeps at night. (UPSC IAS Rank 98)

Q. If you throw a red stone into the blue sea what it will become?

A. It will Wet or Sink as simple as that. (UPSC IAS Rank 2)

Q. What looks like half apple ?

A: The other half. (UPSC - IAS Topper )

Q. What can you never eat for breakfast ?

A: Dinner.

Q. What happened when wheel was invented ?

A: It caused a revolution.

Q. Bay of Bengal is in which state?

A: Liquid (UPSC 33Rank )


Below are the Interview Questions, which were asked in HR Round.....

No one will GET second chance to impress....

Very very Impressive Questions and Answers..... ...



Question 1:

You are driving along in your car on a wild, stormy night,

it's raining heavily, when suddenly you pass by a bus stop, and you see

three people waiting for a bus:

An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.

An old friend who once saved your life.

The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.

Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing very well that

there could only be one passenger in your car?

This is a moral/ethical dilem ma that was once ac tually used as part of a

job application.

* You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus

you should save her first;

* or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and

this would be the perfect chance to! pay him back.

* However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.

The candidate who was hired (out of 200 applicants) had no trouble coming

up with his answer. Guess what was his answer?

He simply answered:

"I would give the car keys to my Old friend and let him take the lady to

the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner

of my dreams."

Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought

limitations. Never forget to "Think Outside of the Box."


Question 2:

What will you do if I run away with your sister?"

The candidate who was selected answered " I will not get a better match

for my sister than you sir"


Question 3:

Interviewer (to a student girl candidate) - What is one morning you woke

up & found that you were pregnant.


Girl - I will be very excited and take an off, to celebrate with my husband.

Normally an unmarried girl will be shocked to hear this, but she managed

it well. Why I should think it in the wrong way, she said later when asked


Question 4:

Interviewer: He ordered a cup of coffee for the candidate. Coffee arrived

kept before the candidate, then he asked what is before you?


Candidate: Instantly replied "Tea"

He got selected.

You know how and why did he say "TEA" when he knows very well that coffee

was kept before.

(Answer: The question was "What is before you (U - alphabet) Reply was

"TEA" ( T - alphabet)

Alphabet "T" was before Alphabet "U"


Question 5:

Where Lord Rama would have celebrated his "First Diwali"?

People will start thinking of Ayodya, Mitila [Janaki's place], Lanka

etc...

But the logic is, Diwali was a celebrated as a mark of Lord Krishna

Killing N arakasura. In Dusavata ar, Krishnavatha ar comes after

Raa mavatha ar.

So, Lord Rama would not have celebrated the Diwali At all!


Question 6:

The interviewer asked to the candidate "This is your last question of the

interview. Please tell me the exact position of the center of this table

where u have kept your files."

Candidate confidently put one of his finger at some point at the table

and told that this was the central point at the table.

Interviewer asked how did u get to know that this being the central point

of this table, then he answers quickly that

"sir u r not likely to ask any more question, as it was the last question

that u promised to ask....."

And hence, he was selected as because of his quick-wittedness. .......

This is What Interviewer expects from the Interviewee. ...


"THINK OUT OF BOX"

What Attitude Can Do.......

An old man lived alone in a village. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison.

The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:
Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren’t in prison.
Love,
Dad

Shortly, the old man received this telegram: ‘For Heaven’s sake, Dad, don’t dig up the garden!! That’s where I buried the GUNS!!’ At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.

Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.

His son’s reply was: ‘Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad.. It’s the best I could do for you from here.’

Moral:
NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN THE WORLD, IF YOU HAVE DECIDED TO DO SOMETHING DEEP FROM YOUR HEART YOU CAN DO IT. IT IS THE THOUGHT THAT MATTERS.. NOT WHERE YOU ARE OR WHERE THE PERSON IS….
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Source: Attitude