sad happy poem---------------------bhupinder
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today when i sweated and heaved to get profit.you did not ring the bell
i kept on glaring at all three mobiles two landlines
you did not care as my profit swelled
sensex was down nifty distraught
i searched for stocks which profit brought
days earlier when i had losses heavy
you grumbled and said i am not market savvy
dear mine days back i was in debt
i kept my cool .sold my gold rings and chain
my smile was only thing with what i was left
i had no comfort ,as you went away leaving me bereft
all my peace was gone .some thief committed my happiness theft
but my optimism survived and today in crashing market i kept my confidence high
but oh my dear no ring from you no congrats but why ?
i learnt that the higher you go oxygen is less
loneliness is the cost of a good success
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Saturday, May 14, 2011
From Teaching Literature to Teaching Management---------BHUPINDER
From Teaching Literature to Teaching Management---------BHUPINDER
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“Necessity is the mother of Invention” after retirement I was desperately looking for a teaching job near Chandigarh. Not that my pension benefits were not enough but my vocal chords were too keen to make my tongue speak. After all 35 old years of teaching and four classes a day had made me addict to speaking.
So when Gian Jyoti Institute of Management & Technology Mohali offered me a job I was delighted.
But to my surprise, the jargon and lingua went for a sea change. Here I was to teach BBA, MBA, MCA students and focus was on Management, Grapevine organizational Behavior and Case studies.
So Mr. Bhupinder got totally baffled the first time when asked to fill a 16 column sheet I was petrified. It was such a mumble jumble of class assignments Attendance Percentage, Term tests etc. The coordinator said Mid Term Test, Assignments class tests etc. and uttering these strange words he went away. I thought I was a new IPL player facing Bret Lee. Being much too senior I could not muster courage to seek help. The dead lines in GJIMT are fixed. Imagine a Retired Principal being declared a black sheep. So, I sought help from a professional typist and fixed the MS –Excel 16 columns sheet.
Coming to the point, I found a big change from Keats ‘A thing of Beauty is joy for ever to the expressions (1) the resolution was not passed (2) agenda (3) The committee agreed (4) Minutes of dissent. When I was teaching literature my vocabulary had terms like plot, story, climax, catharsis, imitation alliteration, assonance and pathetic fallacy. And now I was dealing with case studies, grapevine, MNC, Recession, Advertorial, Target Audience, USP etc.
Instead of Hardy’s Tess or ‘Dickens A tale of Two Cities’ or Vikram Seth’s A suitable Boy now I came to know about Peter Lynch, Warren Buffet, Keynesian Economics, Human Resources, Industrial Psychology and Corporate law. Believe me my world has gone upside down Insomnia afflicts me when I have to present a business case study now, I deal with strange things in teaching such as corporate grooming, business English Annexure, Appendix and Project Reports.
I have become a split personality. A Hybrid of literary pursuits and management skills. Oh! Where is my Shakespeare, where is Milton, My. T.S. Eliot now I have assignments, graphs, Emails, Spam, Teleconferencing et al.
I think my friend in GJIMT can have a case study on the topic ‘The sea change of a professor of a literature to a novice of management teaching’ (This will be a model case study which can be programmed and presented to the students as a case of square peg in a round hole. I admit, I am a little fiasco, failure means Bhupinder. I get zero out of ten in all fields of management teaching. Really necessity is the mother of invention.
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“Necessity is the mother of Invention” after retirement I was desperately looking for a teaching job near Chandigarh. Not that my pension benefits were not enough but my vocal chords were too keen to make my tongue speak. After all 35 old years of teaching and four classes a day had made me addict to speaking.
So when Gian Jyoti Institute of Management & Technology Mohali offered me a job I was delighted.
But to my surprise, the jargon and lingua went for a sea change. Here I was to teach BBA, MBA, MCA students and focus was on Management, Grapevine organizational Behavior and Case studies.
So Mr. Bhupinder got totally baffled the first time when asked to fill a 16 column sheet I was petrified. It was such a mumble jumble of class assignments Attendance Percentage, Term tests etc. The coordinator said Mid Term Test, Assignments class tests etc. and uttering these strange words he went away. I thought I was a new IPL player facing Bret Lee. Being much too senior I could not muster courage to seek help. The dead lines in GJIMT are fixed. Imagine a Retired Principal being declared a black sheep. So, I sought help from a professional typist and fixed the MS –Excel 16 columns sheet.
Coming to the point, I found a big change from Keats ‘A thing of Beauty is joy for ever to the expressions (1) the resolution was not passed (2) agenda (3) The committee agreed (4) Minutes of dissent. When I was teaching literature my vocabulary had terms like plot, story, climax, catharsis, imitation alliteration, assonance and pathetic fallacy. And now I was dealing with case studies, grapevine, MNC, Recession, Advertorial, Target Audience, USP etc.
Instead of Hardy’s Tess or ‘Dickens A tale of Two Cities’ or Vikram Seth’s A suitable Boy now I came to know about Peter Lynch, Warren Buffet, Keynesian Economics, Human Resources, Industrial Psychology and Corporate law. Believe me my world has gone upside down Insomnia afflicts me when I have to present a business case study now, I deal with strange things in teaching such as corporate grooming, business English Annexure, Appendix and Project Reports.
I have become a split personality. A Hybrid of literary pursuits and management skills. Oh! Where is my Shakespeare, where is Milton, My. T.S. Eliot now I have assignments, graphs, Emails, Spam, Teleconferencing et al.
I think my friend in GJIMT can have a case study on the topic ‘The sea change of a professor of a literature to a novice of management teaching’ (This will be a model case study which can be programmed and presented to the students as a case of square peg in a round hole. I admit, I am a little fiasco, failure means Bhupinder. I get zero out of ten in all fields of management teaching. Really necessity is the mother of invention.
The Girl who ruined her lover---A STORY---bhupinder
The Girl who ruined her lover---A STORY---bhupinder
Sarita could not control her anger, even on non issues she would flare up and to make matters worst ,she was in love. Bhuvnesh was her lover calm .understanding brilliant and caring. Sarita had good many qualities ,sincere hard working and meticulous.But her anger was her hamartia or Tragic Flaw and to make matters worst she was very suspicious by nature. She would often snatch mobile of Bhavnesh and check all his incoming calls and question her about his business clients or about his social circle.IF by chance phone of Bhvnesh was busy ,she would keep on giving her calls time and again and later interrogate him endlessly. Bhuvnesh did love her a lot and tried his best to convince her about his sincerity but Sarita was adAmant and would often get into fits of anger and even break crockery . Sarita anger would make her shiver like a leaf and her face would go red and she would not eat for a day or so.Bhuvnesh reasoned with her politely and logically,but Sarita kept on adopting her nagging attitude.
AFTER SOME MONTHS ,Bhuvnesh began to lose his interest in business, he really wanted Sarita to understand and his failure to convince her weighed heavily on his mind.So finally he had heavy losses in business and became under debt .Bhuvnesh health deteriorated and he began to have migraine pains. His parents goy worried and could not understand this change . Still Sarita showed no concern as her anger was like a disease to her. It APPEARED THAT SUBCONSCIOUSLY SHE SEEMED TO RELISH HER ANGER.. She needed counseling buT being arrogant she as not ready to accept her failure and even her own career as a free lance journalist began to suffer. ON other hand ,Bhuvnesh took a break from work .his sister Chand convinced him of devolping a more positive attitude and do meditation. But Bhuvnesh could not forget Sarita and Sarita coUld not change her attitude of being ill tempered and nagging
.NOW Bhuvnesh is totally out of business and has taken to drinking and joined the ranks of unemployed. Poor Bhuvnesh –his love affair ruined him.
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Sarita could not control her anger, even on non issues she would flare up and to make matters worst ,she was in love. Bhuvnesh was her lover calm .understanding brilliant and caring. Sarita had good many qualities ,sincere hard working and meticulous.But her anger was her hamartia or Tragic Flaw and to make matters worst she was very suspicious by nature. She would often snatch mobile of Bhavnesh and check all his incoming calls and question her about his business clients or about his social circle.IF by chance phone of Bhvnesh was busy ,she would keep on giving her calls time and again and later interrogate him endlessly. Bhuvnesh did love her a lot and tried his best to convince her about his sincerity but Sarita was adAmant and would often get into fits of anger and even break crockery . Sarita anger would make her shiver like a leaf and her face would go red and she would not eat for a day or so.Bhuvnesh reasoned with her politely and logically,but Sarita kept on adopting her nagging attitude.
AFTER SOME MONTHS ,Bhuvnesh began to lose his interest in business, he really wanted Sarita to understand and his failure to convince her weighed heavily on his mind.So finally he had heavy losses in business and became under debt .Bhuvnesh health deteriorated and he began to have migraine pains. His parents goy worried and could not understand this change . Still Sarita showed no concern as her anger was like a disease to her. It APPEARED THAT SUBCONSCIOUSLY SHE SEEMED TO RELISH HER ANGER.. She needed counseling buT being arrogant she as not ready to accept her failure and even her own career as a free lance journalist began to suffer. ON other hand ,Bhuvnesh took a break from work .his sister Chand convinced him of devolping a more positive attitude and do meditation. But Bhuvnesh could not forget Sarita and Sarita coUld not change her attitude of being ill tempered and nagging
.NOW Bhuvnesh is totally out of business and has taken to drinking and joined the ranks of unemployed. Poor Bhuvnesh –his love affair ruined him.
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chandigarh posh shoping arena--irresistable sector 17---humorous essay---bhupinder udhas
chandigarh posh shoping arena--irresistable sector 17---humorous essay---bhupinder udhas
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Irresistible sector 17, That is how I describe it. I am addicted to a walk on its pavements for the last thirty plus years.
As a student, I remember the bus that would pass in front of Neelam Theatre and we would alight to see the movies. Later the road was converted into a plaza.
Why I love seventeen ! One—modernity — a cross-section of glamorous people moving from one shop to another. It is really a cosmopolitan joint.
Second—The long stroll !
One gets all the friends at around 7.00 p.m. in the evening. One of them is a landlord Arun, Another owns a big eating joint but loves to have coffee, three are university professors and four are college lecturers among strollers.
Luckily ten of my students own shops.
So it is delight to have long walks with my friends Gobind, Kuku, Prem, Jasvinder, Manik and Ashok. In a gregarious group one, indulges in badinage covering all the topics from DVD’s of western movies to the self help book.
Third reason for my stroll in Sector 17 is quality of eatables. First of all the ubiquitous Coffee Houses. I remember the day when first coffee house started in Sector 22. 25 p for a cup of tea—now it is Rs. 18/- but who doesn’t love aroma of coffee. As poet Pope applauds coffee in his famous poem.AND TS E liot mentioned in The Waste Land
So all my group invariably takes coffee—I prefer tray coffee - separate concoction, milk and sugarfree pills. My average is 3 cups a day.
Sometimes I, after discussing TS Eliot in my MA classes—who in one of his poem said : ‘I have measured my life with coffee spoons’ — I used to go from college to Sector 17 only for a cup of coffee.
And at 12.30 p.m. all my colleagues who have retired from college job collect together.
First for a long walk and then for dosas and idlis.
Fourth reason for my stroll in Sector 17 is books shops. Right on the pavement one finds books on Vikram Seth, Rushdie, Dale Carniege, Agatha Christie and Omar Khayyam.
The four famous books shops of Seventeen have the latest fare. I spend about one hour moving from one book shop to another.
One find magazines on Internet which is also one of my hobbies.
The fifth reason for my visit to the Coffee House is Saturday evenings where some or other music programme is held, I love the Punjabi folk music shows.
Sector 17 is a great leveller where rich and poor, fashionable and simple, scholar and the ignorant all jostle together.
It is really Chandigarh’s heart-throb——my beloved Sector 17.
Sector 17
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Irresistible sector 17, That is how I describe it. I am addicted to a walk on its pavements for the last thirty plus years.
As a student, I remember the bus that would pass in front of Neelam Theatre and we would alight to see the movies. Later the road was converted into a plaza.
Why I love seventeen ! One—modernity — a cross-section of glamorous people moving from one shop to another. It is really a cosmopolitan joint.
Second—The long stroll !
One gets all the friends at around 7.00 p.m. in the evening. One of them is a landlord Arun, Another owns a big eating joint but loves to have coffee, three are university professors and four are college lecturers among strollers.
Luckily ten of my students own shops.
So it is delight to have long walks with my friends Gobind, Kuku, Prem, Jasvinder, Manik and Ashok. In a gregarious group one, indulges in badinage covering all the topics from DVD’s of western movies to the self help book.
Third reason for my stroll in Sector 17 is quality of eatables. First of all the ubiquitous Coffee Houses. I remember the day when first coffee house started in Sector 22. 25 p for a cup of tea—now it is Rs. 18/- but who doesn’t love aroma of coffee. As poet Pope applauds coffee in his famous poem.AND TS E liot mentioned in The Waste Land
So all my group invariably takes coffee—I prefer tray coffee - separate concoction, milk and sugarfree pills. My average is 3 cups a day.
Sometimes I, after discussing TS Eliot in my MA classes—who in one of his poem said : ‘I have measured my life with coffee spoons’ — I used to go from college to Sector 17 only for a cup of coffee.
And at 12.30 p.m. all my colleagues who have retired from college job collect together.
First for a long walk and then for dosas and idlis.
Fourth reason for my stroll in Sector 17 is books shops. Right on the pavement one finds books on Vikram Seth, Rushdie, Dale Carniege, Agatha Christie and Omar Khayyam.
The four famous books shops of Seventeen have the latest fare. I spend about one hour moving from one book shop to another.
One find magazines on Internet which is also one of my hobbies.
The fifth reason for my visit to the Coffee House is Saturday evenings where some or other music programme is held, I love the Punjabi folk music shows.
Sector 17 is a great leveller where rich and poor, fashionable and simple, scholar and the ignorant all jostle together.
It is really Chandigarh’s heart-throb——my beloved Sector 17.
Sector 17
the agony at thought for her leaving him ---a mini love story---bhupinder
the agony at thought for her leaving him ---a mini love story---bhupinder
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Bharat was totally alone in world.he rarely mixed with any body . AFTER DEATH OF HIS MOTHER HE fELT DESPERATE AS HE WAS SO MUCH ATTACHED TO HER-
-yes Suhasni had come in his life --soon they ere in love and he was always seen with her--Shusani wanted to become a writer being MA in english . Bharat encouraged her a lot and told her way to get known in cyber space .he had long experience of writing blogs -al over world he got SUHASNI stories published. bOTH HAD A STEADY RELATIONSHIP AND bHARAT believed in her fully.
Then one day Suhasni got her 50 stories published in book shape by unistar publishers. Shw was able to get arramged a book release by a leading journalist SANJAY. sLOWLY SHE BEGAN TO drift from BHARAT to sanjay --Suasni got appointment with a newspaper as subeditor at UDAIPUR .
sHE ABRUPTLY TOLD bHARAT on phoneTHAT SHE WAS LEAVING FOR udaipur
2 morrow. BHARAT BEING INTROVERTWAS PETRIFIED --THE WHOLE DAY HE KEPT ON THINKING ABOUT GLORIOUS MOMENT THATHAD TOGATHER
THIS ANTICLIMAX HE NEVER thought of
the bricks and mortar of his house was screaming at him--the water in tap cried about his sadness--the fire in the hearth mocked at his misfortune--the traffic bustle become a rhythm his distraught mind--- the incantation of a religious place seemed to display lonely nature of life--the sportive frolics of little kids in street appeared ripples of unending of lisping soumds--the cooing of lovebirds across his window remined him of his past moments of companion ship --Bharat felt he is being wafted on cloud of dark melancholy towards height of despondency ---he knew SUHASNI BEING AMBITIOUS WOULD NOT TURN BACK --
THAT WAS SOMETIMES THE WAY OF THE WORLD --BUT ALAS THIS HUMAN HEART DOESNOT ALWAYS RECONCILE---
THE PANGS OF SEPARATION SEEMED TO CLEAVE HIM LIKE A KNIFE---THE KNIFE MOVING QUICKLY IN A MOUND OF BUTTER ---THE DARK DAYS AHEAD
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Bharat was totally alone in world.he rarely mixed with any body . AFTER DEATH OF HIS MOTHER HE fELT DESPERATE AS HE WAS SO MUCH ATTACHED TO HER-
-yes Suhasni had come in his life --soon they ere in love and he was always seen with her--Shusani wanted to become a writer being MA in english . Bharat encouraged her a lot and told her way to get known in cyber space .he had long experience of writing blogs -al over world he got SUHASNI stories published. bOTH HAD A STEADY RELATIONSHIP AND bHARAT believed in her fully.
Then one day Suhasni got her 50 stories published in book shape by unistar publishers. Shw was able to get arramged a book release by a leading journalist SANJAY. sLOWLY SHE BEGAN TO drift from BHARAT to sanjay --Suasni got appointment with a newspaper as subeditor at UDAIPUR .
sHE ABRUPTLY TOLD bHARAT on phoneTHAT SHE WAS LEAVING FOR udaipur
2 morrow. BHARAT BEING INTROVERTWAS PETRIFIED --THE WHOLE DAY HE KEPT ON THINKING ABOUT GLORIOUS MOMENT THATHAD TOGATHER
THIS ANTICLIMAX HE NEVER thought of
the bricks and mortar of his house was screaming at him--the water in tap cried about his sadness--the fire in the hearth mocked at his misfortune--the traffic bustle become a rhythm his distraught mind--- the incantation of a religious place seemed to display lonely nature of life--the sportive frolics of little kids in street appeared ripples of unending of lisping soumds--the cooing of lovebirds across his window remined him of his past moments of companion ship --Bharat felt he is being wafted on cloud of dark melancholy towards height of despondency ---he knew SUHASNI BEING AMBITIOUS WOULD NOT TURN BACK --
THAT WAS SOMETIMES THE WAY OF THE WORLD --BUT ALAS THIS HUMAN HEART DOESNOT ALWAYS RECONCILE---
THE PANGS OF SEPARATION SEEMED TO CLEAVE HIM LIKE A KNIFE---THE KNIFE MOVING QUICKLY IN A MOUND OF BUTTER ---THE DARK DAYS AHEAD
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reebok shoes .rayban googles all for girl friend---but lover drinking whiskey neat--bhupinder udhas
reebok shoes .rayban googles all for girl friend---but lover drinking whiskey neat--bhupinder udhas
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THE STORY IS ONLY PIECE OF IMAGINATION--NOTHING RELATED TO FACTS OF ANY BODY LIFE
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b k sen BELONGED TO CALCUTTA but being a good copy writer came to Ferozepur Punjab.Here B K sen met Seema goyal a girl from haryana. THe friendship blossomed in love and BK sen saved every rupee to ge best gifts and money for dating in best eateries
Sen cooked his own food washed utensils and walked to advertising agency where he worked
H e did his best for Seema who was a web designer/SEN FATHER WAS IN A writers club and could not make much in life and was under debt after marrying his daughter--Seema was very fussy and fastidious about Sen dad reputation --so she refused to mary Sen saying she can not join a household with bad name--
Sen said sins of his DAD and come his way---
but he looked at credit card bill of reebok shoes which he purchased for Seema AND ALSO rayban googles which he got for Seema--
AND THAT TOO ONLY TWO DAYS AGO
B K Sen thought how could Seema accept rather requst for all these gifts and still say no to him because of misfortune of his father]
B K Sen was baffled --in afternon he took half day leave and went to a bar--he kept on drinking PETER SCOTT with soda but did not ordered any snacks
Sen kept on staring at credit card bill of REEBOK SHOES and rayban googles
he could not understand how these two items purchased by him For Seema were not counted in sins of his drunkard father--
He blamed neither Seema nor his dad--he looked at his watch and said ---WAQT KI HAR SHHEY GULAM--
ALL OBJECTS ARE SLAVE TO TIME
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THE STORY IS ONLY PIECE OF IMAGINATION--NOTHING RELATED TO FACTS OF ANY BODY LIFE
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b k sen BELONGED TO CALCUTTA but being a good copy writer came to Ferozepur Punjab.Here B K sen met Seema goyal a girl from haryana. THe friendship blossomed in love and BK sen saved every rupee to ge best gifts and money for dating in best eateries
Sen cooked his own food washed utensils and walked to advertising agency where he worked
H e did his best for Seema who was a web designer/SEN FATHER WAS IN A writers club and could not make much in life and was under debt after marrying his daughter--Seema was very fussy and fastidious about Sen dad reputation --so she refused to mary Sen saying she can not join a household with bad name--
Sen said sins of his DAD and come his way---
but he looked at credit card bill of reebok shoes which he purchased for Seema AND ALSO rayban googles which he got for Seema--
AND THAT TOO ONLY TWO DAYS AGO
B K Sen thought how could Seema accept rather requst for all these gifts and still say no to him because of misfortune of his father]
B K Sen was baffled --in afternon he took half day leave and went to a bar--he kept on drinking PETER SCOTT with soda but did not ordered any snacks
Sen kept on staring at credit card bill of REEBOK SHOES and rayban googles
he could not understand how these two items purchased by him For Seema were not counted in sins of his drunkard father--
He blamed neither Seema nor his dad--he looked at his watch and said ---WAQT KI HAR SHHEY GULAM--
ALL OBJECTS ARE SLAVE TO TIME
CRAZY AFTER BENEFITS BUT AVOIDING RESPONSIBILTY---A STORY—bhupinder
CRAZY AFTER BENEFITS BUT AVOIDING RESPONSIBILTY---A STORY—bhupinder
Sanjana and Amarjeet were brother and sister.BOTH were well educated by their father Bhagwan Dass.Now both were probationary officers in a bank.Sanjana being ordinary looking became crazy after cosmetics and dresses .She would keep her salary safe and keep on having money from her father.She became a spendthrift—her expenditure exceeded above Rs 30000.in same way Amarjeet joined posh Chandigarh club and began to invite friends for cocktails.his expenditure touched rs 24ooo pm
Poor Bhagwan Dass.had good business but since both children in bank and he getting old was not able to focus on business
.But Sanjana was least bothered ,she wanted to be centre of society and was gaga about cosmetics.Sameway Amarjeet wanted to be socialite.
Bhagwan Dass knew that his business could not be carried forward ,his wife was only a houselady.
One day Bhagwan Das got ill,his ECG WAS NOT NORMAL,he had to be put in hospital,so he could not give money to both kids.Sanjana got worried that now her father would demand money,so she went away to Amristar for ten days and always kept her mobile switched off, A marjeet also went on holiday package .POOR BHAGWAN Das was left alone to fend for himself –medicines.fruit.electercity bills etc
BUT Sanjana preferred to keEp her mobile switched off and son Amarjeet was on holiday package—that is the way of the world
Sanjana and Amarjeet were brother and sister.BOTH were well educated by their father Bhagwan Dass.Now both were probationary officers in a bank.Sanjana being ordinary looking became crazy after cosmetics and dresses .She would keep her salary safe and keep on having money from her father.She became a spendthrift—her expenditure exceeded above Rs 30000.in same way Amarjeet joined posh Chandigarh club and began to invite friends for cocktails.his expenditure touched rs 24ooo pm
Poor Bhagwan Dass.had good business but since both children in bank and he getting old was not able to focus on business
.But Sanjana was least bothered ,she wanted to be centre of society and was gaga about cosmetics.Sameway Amarjeet wanted to be socialite.
Bhagwan Dass knew that his business could not be carried forward ,his wife was only a houselady.
One day Bhagwan Das got ill,his ECG WAS NOT NORMAL,he had to be put in hospital,so he could not give money to both kids.Sanjana got worried that now her father would demand money,so she went away to Amristar for ten days and always kept her mobile switched off, A marjeet also went on holiday package .POOR BHAGWAN Das was left alone to fend for himself –medicines.fruit.electercity bills etc
BUT Sanjana preferred to keEp her mobile switched off and son Amarjeet was on holiday package—that is the way of the world
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