Missing child from the Tsunami disaster

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The purpose of this post is to spread awareness about the missing child and I would urge my fellow bloggers to do the same.

I recently received a forwarded mail, which was not a compilation of jokes, or puzzles or fascinating pictures of nature or technology, but a desperate plea by a father whose daughter (Apurva) went missing during the Tsunami disaster and even after more than four years, the family has not been able to locate the missing girl. Here's a copy of the forwarded message:

Mr. Ravi Shankar was was posted in CAR-NICOBAR in the year 2004 as a sergeant in the INDIAN AIR-FORCE. On 26th December that year his family fell victim to the unfortunateTsunami that struck the eastern coast. He along with his family was washed in the deadly waters. Reaching out, his wife managed to cling onto a tree but his small son had swallowed too much water and passed away in her arms. Ravi too lost grip of his daughter's hand and she was washed away. Sometime later, the parents were informed of her presence at a relief camp. On contacting the authorities they came to know that this little girl was abducted from the relief camp and was missing again. Since then Mr. Ravi Shankar has been traveling to Chennai every year with a hope to see his daughter. He has been publishing MISSING columns in major dailies in Chennai, and these newspapers charge him heavily for those ads. One of the major newspapers charged him a whopping amount of 12000 rupees for a 4 X 4 cm ad (that too on the fourth page).
The distraught father urged his friends and colleagues to pass on the message through the electronic media and a number of people posted the picture and the story on their blogs. The story can be read online at the following URL :
Mr. Shankar's contact address is as following:
Mr. RAVI SHANKARSMQ – 17/2AF
VAYUSENABAD, TUGLAKABAD,
NEW DELHI-110062
Phone no - 09868763263
P.S. - Let's use the potent medium of the Internet to spread awareness and boost the chances of locating the missing girl.

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Comments

  1. khushbooFebruary 13, 2009 at 4:33 PM

    Such are the time when heart goes out. How can system plays around with innocent lives on top of natural disasters.
    I will try and spread the message as much as possible.

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  2. vivekFebruary 14, 2009 at 4:44 PM

    I will also forward this message and try to help in whatever little way i can for this effort.

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  3. UnknownFebruary 27, 2009 at 10:17 PM

    you know kani everyday we read so many of these disheartening and painful pieces, one just wants to topple the world upside down to just make some difference in lives of people who most need it.its just the moct unfortunate part of our country , disasters and then to make it worse another disaster .i wish we could all just make our system better.just look around the agony is all around.lets hope this father finds his girl soon.god bless them .

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