IVF makes 52-year-old from Meerut a mother again

MEERUT: Fifty-year-old Venu and her husband Captain Sanjeev Juneja were shattered to lose their only child, Harsh Juneja, to a botched surgery at a Delhi hospital in 2012. Their son was just 27. Venu slid into depression soon afterwards, and her 57-year-old husband was haunted by the possibility of losing her too. On October 9, however, after something of a medical miracle, the couple had a baby girl. They named her Harshita in remembrance of their dead son.
To recover from the loss of their son, the two had earlier considered adoption. Under guidelines of the Central Adoption Resource Authority (CARA), the added age of parents seeking to adopt a child less than four years old must not be over 90. A couple seeking to adopt a child up to eight years old must not have ages that add up to over 100. The added age of the Junejas was 107. That made them ineligible for a young child. The two were wary of adopting an older child, fearing he or she would face problems adapting to them.
The Junejas are residents of Hong Kong. Capt Juneja, since his retirement from the Indian Navy over a decade ago, had been working as a consultant at a merchant navy firm in that country. They had also applied for adoption in Hong Kong, but were told the minimum waiting period would be two years.
Keen not to delay the process, the couple decided to try In Vitro Fertilization (IVF). An emotional Venu told TOI, "We were left with no option, but the odds were against us. The medical reports showed that I was not fit enough to be a mother again. We were literally shunted out and mocked by the medical fraternity for even thinking on those lines."
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The two visited hospitals and clinics in Australia, the US, New Zealand and Hong Kong. Everywhere, they were turned away. Venu had multiple fibrosis and suffered from adenomyosis (a condition in which the inner lining breaks through the muscle wall of the uterus). Doctors examining told her that far from conception, what she should really be considering was hysterectomy (removal of uterus) as her condition was worsening.
Just when the couple was beginning to grow despondent, a friend of their dead son came with some hope - he convinced them to try visiting IVF specialists in Meerut, who held the rare distinction of assisting a genetically male individual (with XY karyotype) deliver twins (TOI reported this on February 9).
The couple met Sunil and Anshu Jindal, IVF specialists at one of Meerut's top hospitals.
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"They came to us two-and-a-half years ago. Venu's condition was really pathetic. Apart from failing uterine health, she felt hatred towards the medical world, which she held responsible for her son's premature death. We had to tackle both these problems."
Sunil Jindal explained: "Venu's uterus was full of fibroids. She had the scars of a previous myoma (benign growth) surgery. To save her uterus was our primary concern. To clean it, we had to remove eight tumours. We treated the adenomyosis. After one year of treatment, she conceived. In the fourth month, she began to bleed, but with God's grace, we succeeded in the end."
Two-and-a-half years after they landed in Meerut and a series of complications later, Venu, at the age of 52, delivered a healthy girl on October 9. With tears in her eyes, Venu said, "The system that took away my Harshit has now given me my Harshita."
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I have relations since 1947 with this family. We were also in the meerut when his son expired. Allah ke yaha der ha Andher nahi ha . Aaj Bito aur Juneja sb.jitne khush honge ma samajh sakta hu Allah ... Read More
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Asked how it felt to be a father again at 60, Juneja smiled, "I have forgiven the doctor whose negligence took my son away. Now I have to make plans for my daughter."
Dr Narender Malhotra, president-elect, Indian Assisted Reproduction Society, told TOI, "Doctors abroad observe stringent laws and are cautious. India offers a ray of hope to people desperate to be parents."

Arunima Sinha- one leg girl - Everest

n 2011, twenty four year old Arunima Sinha was thrown off a moving train by thugs for refusing to hand over the gold chain she was wearing. She lost her left leg when a train went over it. While dealing with pitying murmurs of, “Who will marry you now,” and the absurd conspiracy theories that followed, she made a decision. She would climb Mount Everest. In 2013 she did just that, becoming the world’s first female amputee, and the first Indian amputee, to achieve this feat. Earlier this year she was awarded the Padma Shri, the fourth highest civilian award in India. This May marks the second anniversary of her reaching Everest’s summit. In honour of this phenomenal accomplishment, Arunima Sinha spoke to YourStory about that ill-fated train trip, the hell that followed, why she decided to climb Everest and how it is in the worst tragedies that the human spirit learns to soar. The heroine’s story, in her own words:

Early life

Receiving the Padma Shri from president Pranab Mukherjee

There’s a small district 200 kilometres outside of Lucknow called Ambedkarnagar. That’s where I am from. My father was an engineer in the army and my mother a supervisor with the health department. He passed away when I was three. I have an elder sister and a little brother. Upon my father’s death, my sister’s husband, whom we fondly call Bhai Sahib, became the family’s de facto patriarch.

Everyone in my family enjoys sports and I was naturally athletic as a child, though I never had any professional aspirations for the same. I have been cycling since I can remember, loved playing football and was a national level volleyball player. But sports took a backseat when my job hunt started. I studied law after my post-graduation and was confident about getting started on a robust career. But everyone feels the sting of unemployment at some point in their lives. This time I was at its receiving end.

The job hunt

Bhai sahib suggested I apply at the Paramilitary Force in the army, saying that this way I could stay close to my beloved sports while earning a living at the same time. Despite many heartfelt tries, I didn’t get through. The job search was not panning out as I expected and I was getting desperate. In 2011, I applied at CSIF. When I got the call letter I saw they had got my birth date wrong. Determined not to lose out on a good opportunity due to this technical error, I decided to leave for Delhi immediately to get it rectified. I was confident that once this was done, I would get the job.

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The day life changed forever

I got on the general compartment of the Padmavat Express. The crowd was crushing, but I squeezed myself into a corner seat. Preoccupied with thoughts about the future, I was startled when some four or five thugs gathered around me and started pulling at the only thing of value I had on that day- a gold chain gifted to me by my mother. Criminals getting on in general compartments in U.P. is, believe it or not, quite common. Being a single female traveller, they thought me an easy prey. When I refused to hand the chain over, they started coming at me one at a time. I kicked, punched and fought as best as I could. For a brief moment, it even seemed I had the upper hand. The compartment was full of people, but no one came to the rescue of a girl being robbed and attacked. Since they couldn’t take me on one at a time, each grabbed a limb and hauled me out the train.

I flew into an oncoming train and the force threw me onto the opposite tracks. What happened thereafter took a matter of seconds. Before I could move my left leg off the track, a train went over it.

The night that wouldn’t end

Much later, when Mahila Ayog demanded a report, it was discovered that 49 trains had passed me by as I lay wrecked and bleeding on the tracks. Rodents would come and feast on my oozing wounds, scampering off when trains came. I kept screaming in pain before finally passing out. Looking back, I really wonder how I managed to hold on for so long. I never thought I would survive that night. But when morning dawned, renewed hope surged through me.

Arunima's memoirs, aptly titled, 'Born again on the mountain: A story of losing everything and finding it back'

Open tracks transform into public toilets for poor villagers who have nowhere else to defecate. The next morning when the lads came to take a dump, the sight of my mangled body greeted them. I was to be taken to the Bareilly District Hospital. But the move involved so many bureaucratic hurdles from disinterested government employees that I was left on the platform for hours before being taken to the hospital.

My leg had to be amputated from below the knee immediately to prevent gangrene from setting in. I was losing blood alarmingly. Here that I was informed that the hospital was out of anaesthesia. With no choice, I instructed them to go ahead with the amputation. The limb was sawed off while I was fully conscious. The hospital staff were severely encumbered by the lack of supplies, but did everything in their power to make my suffering lessen. The pharmacist B.C. Yadav donated his own blood because there was none to spare. To give you an idea of the kind of hospital and place it was, I need to mention this. After the amputation, as I lay in the OT, a street dog ventured into the room and started feasting on the leg that had just been removed from my body.

Uproar

While I was fighting for my life, unbeknownst to me, outside I had become a media sensation. Newspapers and TV channels picked up my story and reported on the gory details. It is outrageous that a young girl travelling alone can be thrown off the train just like that. Both the UP and the national government got involved. Ajay Maken, the then sports minister, arranged for me to be shifted to AIIMS where I was assured to receive world class care. For my distraught family, this provided some temporary relief. What I didn’t know then was the worst was yet to come.

Scapegoat

Initially my story was being pawned by the state and national governments because of the sympathy votes it could help garner. Then it took a murky turn. When my story captured national attention, questions began to be asked that who was responsible for my accident and who all should be held accountable. It’s not that someone was out to get me, but everyone wanted to save themselves. In the mad scramble to avoid the blame that followed, the easiest scapegoat was me. First stories started circulating that I was travelling without a ticket and had jumped to avoid being caught by the ticket collector. A CCTV footage showed me standing in a queue to purchase the ticket. With this theory invalidated, even louder claims that I wanted to commit suicide started doing the rounds. I could have been shouting my innocence from the rooftops, but it would not have made a difference.

A decision

Lying there on the hospital bed, when I was at my weakest and most vulnerable, I felt helpless to defend myself and my family against this onslaught. I said to no one in particular, “Today is your day. Bark whatever you want. But someday I will prove, without a doubt, the truth of what happened to me.” My left leg was amputated. A rod was inserted in my right leg, from knee to ankle, to hold the shattered bones together. I pondered on the most impossible dream I could set for myself. I decided to climb the Everest.

Why Everest

Every girl cannot climb the Everest to prove herself right. But for me it was never a choice. The public imagination had reduced me to either a victim or an attempted suicide case. This was the only way I could reclaim my voice. When I tried to tell my doctors about my plan, there were two reactions. If I tried to discuss my plan with anyone, either I was laughed off or told that trauma had affected my mental health adversely.

The view from the top of the world: Everest

Usually amputee patients take months, or even years, to get accustomed to their prosthetic limbs. I walked in two days. The mind holds tremendous sway over the body. Once I had decided that this is what I would do, I let nothing get the better of me. Straight out of the hospital I went to see Bachendri Pal, the first Indian woman to climb Everest. Aside from my immediate family, she was the only person to not dismiss my mission. But she didn’t sugar coat it either. She told me, “Arunima in this condition you made such a huge decision. Know that you have already conquered your inner Everest. Now you need to climb the mountain only to show the world what you are made of.”

Training

I did a basic course from the Nehru Institute of Mountaineering, the best school of its kind in Asia. This was followed by 18 months of rigorous training. I climbed smaller, but no less dangerous mountains, had a couple of near death experiences and underwent mind numbing, exhausting, spirit crushing pain. I supported myself with a grant from NIM. Then Tata Steel provided me with a generous sponsorship that let me focus exclusively on the impossible task that lay ahead.

Death zone

My prosthetic limb posed some unique problems. The ankle and heel would constantly swivel as I tried to climb, causing me to lose my grip often. My right leg was held together by a steel rod. Any pressure sent up spasms of acute intense pain. My Sherpa almost refused to accompany me, assuring me that I was on a suicide mission. Most regular folks don’t stand a chance against the mighty mountain. What did I stand?

Every climber has to traverse four camps on route to the peak. Once you’ve reached camp four, there’s 3500 feet to the summit. This area is known as the death zone, notorious for the number of lives it has claimed. There were bodies of erstwhile climbers strewn all around. A Bangladeshi climber I met earlier breathed his last right before me. Ignoring the cold fear in the pit of my stomach, I trudged on. Our bodies behave according to how we think. I firmly took stock of my fears and told my body that dying was not an option. But all that changed once I reached the summit.

The top of the world

On 21^st May 2013 I reached the Everest summit. Earlier My Sherpa had informed me that my oxygen supply was critically low. “Save your life now so that you can climb Everest again later,” he said pragmatically. I said, “If I don’t climb Everest now, my life will not be worth saving.” I erected the flag of my country on the peak, deposited some pictures of my idol Swami Vivekananda next to it. Then I used the last vestiges of my oxygen to take pictures and videos of myself on the peak. I knew I was probably going to die. So it was important that the visual proofs of my achievement make it down to the world. Fifty steps later, my oxygen finished.

Fortune favours the gritty

I have little patience for wonders of faith, destiny, kismet and the like. We chart our own destiny. It is my firmest conviction that luck will favour those who have the drive and the tenacity to win. As I lay suffocating and gasping for breath, I came across an extra cylinder of oxygen. My Sherpa quickly latched it on me. Slowly we embarked on the precarious downward climb. Far more deaths occur on the downward climb that the upward one on Everest and now that I had survived the worst, it was time to tell my tale.

New frontiers

Arunima atop Mount Kosciuszko, Australia's highest peak

My dream is to climb the highest peaks from each continent around the world. So far I have accomplished four- Everest in Asia, Kilimanjaro in Africa, Elbrus in Europe and Kosciuszko in Australia. I am headed to South America in June. The Denali Peak in North America is going to be hard, not because the trail is the most difficult but because it is the most expensive. I need 55 lakhs for that climb. But my toughest test will be climbing Vinson Massif, the highest peak in Antarctica.

Life lessons from mountaineering

Climbing mountains has yielded the most valuable life lessons for me. It has taught me about confidence, leadership, resilience, team building and leadership. But above all it has taught me the power of humility. It doesn’t matter what you achieve in life. What matters is how those achievements make you a better person. How you treat others is at the core of what makes you a good human being.

Dream project

I run a non-profit school for underprivileged handicapped children. The school, Shahid Chandrashekhar Azad Khel Academy, doesn’t have much to boast except for its grand name. We don’t have a building, a field or a court. But that doesn’t matter. We take permissions and play in other people’s fields. My students are my life. We train them the best we can and they have made me so proud. But we have a long way to go. I need 25 crores to bring this project to the fruition it deserves but don’t have 25,000 to my name. But this doesn’t deter me. I climbed the world’s highest peak when I didn’t have a leg. What then is 25 crores?

Advice

Failure is not when we fall short of achieving our goals. It is when we don’t have goals worthy enough. I reiterate this small poem I wrote when the journey gets too blurry:

Rehne de aasma, zameen ki talash kar

Rehne de aasma, zameen ki talash kar

Sab kuch yahi hai, kahin aur na talash kar

Jeene ke liye, ek kami ki talash kar.

[Let the sky be and seek the earth

Let the sky be and seek the earth

All is here, search not elsewhere

To live beautifully, seek life in dearth]

malampuzha yzkshi.. kaanayi

Kanayi’s Yakshi turns 47 this month but still makes gawking men go weak-kneed. A tribute to the power of art and the demons it can tame

She sits naked, all of eighteen feet, in a straddled triangular posture – challenging every man’s libido and fantasy. She seems to be in ‘unmaadam’, a joyful madness, even as the verdant grass caresses her long thighs in an orgasmic state of union with nature.

 Nestled in the foothills of Western Ghats, in hearing proximity to the cascading waterfall of Malampuzha, ‘Yakshi’ stands out as the biggest nude woman sculpture in the country to date. Yakshi turns 47 this October and Kerala 65 in November.

At first sight, Yakshi seems to represent the mythical character she is: an unbridled goddess of sensuality and a creature of the wild. But a closer look reveals she is definitely much more than that. For one, she is not ashamed of her nudity, nor does she strike a coy position; instead she holds up a mirror to viewers, as she looks upwards into the sky, as if empowered enough to take the world into her.

For sculptor Kanayi Kunhiraman, Yakshi is a union of the manifold aspects of womanhood, her sensuality, fertility, empathy and freedom, the ultimate possessor of the natural wealth of the earth.“There is nothing obscene in her nudity and if  people feel so it is because they are conditioned to see women in that way,’’ says the 78-year-old sculptor. After completing a two-year sculpture project, Akshara Shilpam, in Kottayam in June this year, Kanayi is recovering from a severe sprain and is undergoing ayurvedic treatment in the state capital.

Kanayi Kunhiraman

In all his works, Kanayi was perhaps searching for that elusive love and motherhood, he missed so much in his fragmented childhood. He was forced to run away from home at the age of 16 to Madras, in order to escape the clutches of his tyrannical father who was a murderer. “If it was not for the one life-long love, that is sculpture, I would have been long dead by now,’’ he says.

It was in 1968 that the state irrigation department approached Kanayi for installing a work of art in the park adjoining Malampuzha dam. “They were not getting enough tourists. The park was remaining unused and they wanted to make it a major tourist attraction,’’ he recalls. Kanayi had just returned from London after completing a three-year Commonwealth scholarship course in sculpting at the famous Slade School of Fine Arts at the University of London. “The exposure gave me an opportunity to interact with world’s best painters and sculptors,’’ he says.

During his stay, he travelled across Europe and studied the works of modernist painters like Henri Matisse and Pablo Picasso. “I realized while Indian painters like Ravi Varma looked westward for artistic formats, painters like Picasso were inspired by tribal African art forms,’’ he says.

Yakshi, for him was a sort of going back to his roots, but with a modernist expression. But the concept did not occur to him all of a sudden. Kanayi stayed in a hostel in Palakkad near the dam and for two months he would roam the countryside to find a suitable expression for his work of art.

 Then, one day he observed that the contours of one of the hills in the valley resembled a woman lying with her tresses flowing.  “I then decided the sculpture should be that of a naked woman in tune with the wild mountain landscape. I envisioned various postures and finally came up with the posture of a woman who is ready to take in or maybe deliver a new creation into this world,’’ he says.

But once Kanayi began to work on the sculpture with the help of ten local chisellers, news spread that he was making a naked statue and there were protest rallies to the site to stop the work.  He was forced to stop work for three months but fortunately the protests died out and he began his work again.

“We used to work from eight in the morning to six in the evening, braving the sweltering Palakkad sun. One day as I got down from the bus, a group of locals beat me up for apparently denigrating Indian culture. They asked me to go back or else they threatened that my dead body would be seen floating in the dam.  But I did not bother to file a police complaint which would have escalated the situation and instead continued with my work silently,’’ he recounts.

Kanayi was influenced by Dadaism and the works of Marcel Duchamp who believed in the notion of anti-art. “I would never want my sculpture inside a museum. I believe sculptures should be in public places so that it connects people to that unseen force beyond the routine life,’’ he says.

Art critic Vijay Kumar Menon – who was commissioned by Lalit Kala Akademi to write a book on Kanayi’s work –says the Yakshi myth is an integral part of Indian tradition. “But over a period of time we had good yakshis and bad yakshis. Kanayi’s larger-than-life Yakshi blends into the wild landscape of Malampuzha symbolizing an unmitigated freedom,’’ Menon says.

All his later sculptures, be it the Jala Kanyaka at Thiruvananthapuram, Mother and Child at Kannur, and Mukkola Perumal at Kochi, touch the aspects of love and nature in all its forms. Kanayi still remembers how tribal people staying in the Malampuzha forests began worshiping Yakshi once it was completed, lighting mud-lamps in front of the statue. Yakshi had come up at the exact spot where the tribals had a small stone shrine of Yemuramma, a tribal goddess, which was removed for the construction of the dam. “Was that a sheer coincidence or divine interference, I still do not know,’’ Kanayi wonders.

prison riot mexico

t least 49 people were killed and 12 people wounded in a prison riot in the Mexican city of Monterrey, the governor of the northeastern state of Nuevo Leon has said.

Governor Jaime Rodriguez said that fighting broke out before midnight on Wednesday night in two areas of the Topo Chico prison, between a faction of the infamous Zetas gang and another group.

"During the clash several prisoners set fire to the food storage and sleeping areas," Rodriguez told reporters at a news conference on Thursday.

It was not immediately clear how the victims died, but Rodriguez said there was no gunfire.

Al Jazeera’s Adam Raney, reporting from Mexico City, said: "The governor made a point of saying that no one had escaped; that this was not an escape attempt but it was this battle between two groups in the prison."

acid attack= How India acid attack victim found love = lakshmi alok = 5c / news-1

How India acid attack victim found love

By Akanksha SaxenaBBC News, Delhi

·         22 January 2014

·       : STOP ACID ATTACaxmi met Alok Dixit while working on a campaign to stop acid attacks

Eight years ago, Laxmi's world turned upside down, and she began hating men.

It happened on a scorching April day in the Indian capital, Delhi, when she was on her way to a bookshop where she worked part-time as a salesperson.

Someone came up behind her on a crowded street and tapped her on her back. When she turned around, a man splashed some liquid on her face and neck.

"It felt cold first. Then I felt an intense burning. Then the liquid melted my skin," she remembers about the acid attack.

The offender was a 32-year-old man who had taken revenge on her after she spurned his advances and rejected his proposals for marriage. Laxmi was only 15 then.

"I hated men for a long time after that," recounts 23-year-old Laxmi.

'Hollow words'

"Love was a word that unsettled me. That idea of love, the one that you get to watch in Bollywood films, haunted me. I would sing love songs but the words were hollow. They didn't mean anything to me."

This was until she met Alok Dixit, a former journalist from the city of Kanpur, during a campaign to stop acid attacks in India, and fell in love with him.

Today the couple live together and run the campaign out of a bustling, small office in a Delhi neighbourhood.

Some 50 acid attack survivors are engaged in the campaign. They rush teams to meet traumatised victims, help them financially and offer them other support. Laxmi is the face of this campaign.

"Alok was a breath of fresh air for me. I had been feeling suffocated and burdened. I felt he was ready to share the burden with me," says Laxmi.

Image copyrightCOURTESY: STOP ACID ATTACKImage captionA picture of Laxmi when she was 15

Mr Dixit, 25, who quit his day job to join the campaign, says it was the "mutual respect and togetherness which blossomed into love" with Laxmi.

"I have immense respect for Laxmi. She is a tremendous life force. She chose to fight in the face of adversity when other victims like her were discouraged by families or were reluctant to come out of their homes," he says.

"She has instilled confidence in other young women who see her as a beacon of hope. She has compelled them to come out of the closet and face the world. Mind you, it's not easy for them to face people staring at them which often reminds of the event that has altered their lives."

In the grimness of their everyday work, there is a certain playfulness that Laxmi brings to the relationship.

"Alok used to dress up drably. I have made his wardrobe more colourful. He watched the film Cinderella recently. He had never heard of Cinderella before. I told him he was my prince charming," she says.

A question they have to face a lot these days is whether they will get married.

"We will live together but won't get married. We are fighting against social sanctions, be it marriage or the treatment of women in our society. How can we be part of it?" Mr Dixit asks.

Laxmi, however, believes that the two will tie the knot some day.

"I respect Alok's decision and I stand by it. But I secretly hope that our love and friendship will gradually lead to marriage."

It has not been easy for Laxmi to pick up the pieces, and find love.

The attack left her face disfigured. She underwent several painful surgeries that left her weak and her family penniless.

Last year, her father, who worked as a cook to support the family of four, fell ill and died. Then her brother was diagnosed with tuberculosis.

It is still a struggle to keep the home fires burning. Her mother often runs out of money to buy cooking gas and water. Laxmi is the sole breadwinner and her income is highly irregular as the acid campaign is dependent on donations.

'Vulnerable'

But all this does not deter Laxmi from soldiering on in her campaign.

Last year, acting on her plea, the Supreme Court directed the state government to formulate a policy to regulate the sale of acid.

"I got in touch with other acid attack victims; I felt it's just not right that acid is available so freely. Anyone can buy it off the shelf. It makes women hugely vulnerable," she says.

Now, along with Mr Dixit and other volunteers, she has launched a new campaign to raise awareness among people to intervene when such attacks take place.

Image copyrightCOURTESY: STOP ACID ATTACKImage captionLaxmi says that Alok has given her a 'reason to live a worthy life'

"Nobody came forward to help me when I was attacked with acid that day. I remember asking for help from people who were present there but no one came forward," she says.

"The acid blinded me and I was hit by passing vehicles on the road. The indifference of people was disgraceful. If I were taken to hospital in time, I wouldn't have suffered so many burns."

Laxmi says that Alok takes care of her health and is mindful of her "special needs".

It is not easy to live with an acid attack survivor: Laxmi's skin is susceptible to infections and she suffers from mood swings.

"There was a man who destroyed my life and there is another man who is nurturing it. Alok gives me reasons to live a worthy life and grow as an individual," she says.

murder - Gurpreet Singh (31) Bizman killed over illicit affair with friend's wife- Lucknow:

Lucknow: A man and his wife were sent to prison on Saturday for murder of a businessman whose body was taken out of a nullah in Aashiana area late on Friday. Body of Ruchi Khand, Aashiana resident Gurpreet Singh (31) who went missing on April 30 had been dumped in the nullah located in Aurangabad locality. Gurpreet's close friend Amit Kumar Pasricha and his wife Mamta were arrested by city police for the act.

Complex nature of relationship between Gurpreet and the Pasricha couple led to the gruesome murder on April 30 and they confessed during questioning by police.

Both Gurpreet and Amit belonged to the same community and owned bicycle stores in Aashiana. The two became fast friends more than three years back and began visiting each others' houses on special occasions. Health of Amit's wife Mamta deteriorated suddenly two years back and Gurpreet's mother stayed at Amit's house for household chores and look after Mamta for a month. Last year, Gurpreet met with an accident and fractured his leg. He stayed at Amit's house and Mamta looked after him. The two grew close and they got into a relationship. Soon Amit found out about the relationship and started avoiding Gurpreet.

Officer-in-charge of Aashiana police station sub-inspector Santosh Tiwari said that on April 28, Gurpreet reached Amit's house and said he wanted to marry Mamta.

The two managed to send him back home and informed his brother about the development. On April 30, Gurpreet landed at the couple's house time with a bottle containing petrol. He entered the room and threatened to set himself afire. Amit brought a hammer and hit Gurpreet on the skull and kept hammering his head continuously till he bled to death, said police.

The couple checked his pockets and took out a cell phone and Rs 12,700 cash. While Amit destroyed the cellphone, he deposited the cash in charity box of Aashiana gurudwara the next day. The two hid Gurpreet's two-wheeler and dumped the body in a nullah. With the help of electronic surveillance police cracked the case on Friday and sent the couple to jail. Remains of hte deceased's mobile phone and hammer used for crime were recovered for evidence.

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murder - ranchi teacher , family kill boy for crush on daughter.- 3 news/1

RANCHI TEACHER KILLED BOY FOR CRUSH ON DAUGHTER.

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Vinay was in love with the teachers daughter, a class juniour to him..THE BOYS FRIEND WAS often teased by his friends about the alleged affair.

On Thursday brother shafif –teachers son, went to meet vinay.and invited him for a dinner with his sister at the teachers house after mid night.

At 1:09 am, vinay went to nazia’s house

ANCHI: 

 A school teacher has been arrested along with her husband and son in Jharkhand capital Ranchi for allegedly killing her daughter's classmate.

Nazia Husain, her husband and 16-year-old son have been accused of killing of Vinay Mahto, who studied in Class 6 of Sapphire International School with Nazia's daughter.

"Vinay was killed because of his affair with the teacher's daughter," said police officer Kuldeep Dwivedi.

The daughter has also been detained for her alleged role in trying to hide the crime.

On Friday, 12-year-old Vinay was invited for a midnight meal by Nazia Husain's teen son, who allegedly told him that his sister would be present.

Vinay was seen on CCTV footage walking at around 1 am towards the hostel near the edge of the school campus, in which his teacher and her family stay. A little later, Vinay was found unconscious on the steps of the hostel.

The police say when Vinay arrived at the teacher's home, her son demanded that he end his friendship with his sister. When Vinay reportedly refused, the teen started beating him and allegedly bashed his head against the wall.

According to the police, the commotion woke the teacher and her daughter, who were sleeping in the next room. On seeing Vinay lying in blood, they allegedly panicked.

They allegedly dragged Vinay out of their home and pushed him off the first floor. Then they went on to clean up the blood stains.

A badly wounded Vinay was spotted by another teacher who was returning to his quarters after late night preparations for the school annual function.

The boy died later in hospital.

After questioning at least seven schoolteachers, a forensic team reportedly found bloodstains from Nazia Husain's home. She broke down and confessed during her interrogation, the police say.