Ghar se mazjid hai bahut dur, chalo yun kerlen…
Kisi rotey hue bacche ko hasaya jaye!
--By Nida Fazli
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Ensure no function at parks without sanction: HC to MCD
Press Trust of India
Posted online: Monday , October 15, 2007 at 12:00:00
Updated: Sunday , October 14, 2007 at 11:07:48
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New Delhi, October 14 The Delhi High Court has asked the MCD to ensure that no social and religious functions, including the ongoing Dussehra, are organised without its permission in a Shalimar Bagh park in north-west Delhi, which was recently declared as an ornamental park.
“The MCD shall ensure that no function is conducted on the central park (in B-block) without its permission,” Justice Gita Mittal said, while admitting a petition filed by a residents welfare association.
“In case the MCD is approached, permission would be considered for conduct for same in any appropriate place as per policy,” the court said.
The RWA, in its petition, alleged the park was declared as an ornamental park by the civic agency last year, and no socio-religious function could be allowed there.
Anuj Agarwal, appearing for the RWA, submitted that ‘Mata Bhagwati Durga Puja Samiti’, which had been organising Dussehra in the park for five years, distributed invitation cards containing the name of the park as venue for the puja.
The court, on being informed by MCD that the Puja Samiti did not seek permission from it, asked the civic agency to ensure that no such activities are carried out without its prior sanction.
-Indian Express
Posted online: Monday , October 15, 2007 at 12:00:00
Updated: Sunday , October 14, 2007 at 11:07:48
Print Email To Editor
New Delhi, October 14 The Delhi High Court has asked the MCD to ensure that no social and religious functions, including the ongoing Dussehra, are organised without its permission in a Shalimar Bagh park in north-west Delhi, which was recently declared as an ornamental park.
“The MCD shall ensure that no function is conducted on the central park (in B-block) without its permission,” Justice Gita Mittal said, while admitting a petition filed by a residents welfare association.
“In case the MCD is approached, permission would be considered for conduct for same in any appropriate place as per policy,” the court said.
The RWA, in its petition, alleged the park was declared as an ornamental park by the civic agency last year, and no socio-religious function could be allowed there.
Anuj Agarwal, appearing for the RWA, submitted that ‘Mata Bhagwati Durga Puja Samiti’, which had been organising Dussehra in the park for five years, distributed invitation cards containing the name of the park as venue for the puja.
The court, on being informed by MCD that the Puja Samiti did not seek permission from it, asked the civic agency to ensure that no such activities are carried out without its prior sanction.
-Indian Express
Thursday, October 11, 2007
my poison is my poverty!
My father is dead...my mother keeps crying...I have one younger brother who doesn’t even cry anymore...and I a man of 8 years of age...
When I went to school the teacher opposed me-"You have not paid your fees, Go home!"...
I worked in a plastic factory at the age of six...I lost one arm in the gas furnace, so sahibji said they do no require me anymore...
Now a days I am begging on the streets...Police wala says, “you are not allowed to beg in my area”...so I regularly pay him a share of my income...
I was sent to a factory because I was poor...but i will always remain poor...i will always be unwanted...“not allowed”...
When I went to school the teacher opposed me-"You have not paid your fees, Go home!"...
I worked in a plastic factory at the age of six...I lost one arm in the gas furnace, so sahibji said they do no require me anymore...
Now a days I am begging on the streets...Police wala says, “you are not allowed to beg in my area”...so I regularly pay him a share of my income...
I was sent to a factory because I was poor...but i will always remain poor...i will always be unwanted...“not allowed”...
I am dying since the day i was born...and my poison is my poverty!
Monday, October 01, 2007
a true story
A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment.
When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands.
When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?"
The father went home & committed suicide.
--by Anonymous
When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands.
When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, " Daddy, I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?"
The father went home & committed suicide.
--by Anonymous
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
are losing theirs and blaming it on you...
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
but make allowance for their doubting too...
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
or being hated, don't give way to hating,
and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise...
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master...
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim...
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
and treat those two impostors just the same...
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools...
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
and lose, and start again at your beginnings,
and never breathe a word about your loss...
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
to serve your turn long after they are gone,
and so hold on when there is nothing in you
except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"...
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch...
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you...
If all men count with you, but none too much...
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
and, which is more, you'll be a Man, my son!
....by Rudyard Kipling
are losing theirs and blaming it on you...
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
but make allowance for their doubting too...
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
or being hated, don't give way to hating,
and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise...
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master...
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim...
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
and treat those two impostors just the same...
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools...
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
and lose, and start again at your beginnings,
and never breathe a word about your loss...
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
to serve your turn long after they are gone,
and so hold on when there is nothing in you
except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"...
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch...
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you...
If all men count with you, but none too much...
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
and, which is more, you'll be a Man, my son!
....by Rudyard Kipling
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