Archive for June, 2009

Strange are the ways of men and stranger when it comes to wedding. Anybody will be shocked to know that a father of three daughters married off his eldest daughter to marry a woman. Not some filmi story, but a reality.

A Pakistani father has been detained after allegedly marrying off his eight-year-old daughter in exchange for a second bride.

Abdul Rasool, 50, who has three daughters, allegedly wanted to tie the knot with Haseena, 19, who was already married.

He wedded off little Zahida, the eldest amongst her sisters, with Haseena’s younger brother Dilshad, 17, in exchange for his marriage to the mum-of-two, according to his wife Perveen.

The ceremony was reportedly held on June 25 and the youngster’s rukhsati was planned for July 1.

Qari Naqeeb Ali Shah, who performed the nikah, said that he did not know about the girl’s actual age. “I did not see the girl while performing the nikah. Before the nikah, the witnesses told me that the girl’s age is 16,” he said. He added: “They had covered the girl with her ‘dupatta’. I did have a doubt when I saw her hands when she was placing her thumb impression on the nikah nama but her father assured me that she was old enough.”

Zahida, who revealed she had no idea about the wedding, said: “I was told to say ‘yes’ three times and asked to give my thumb impression.”

Cops took charge after Perveen informed Union Council (UC) 3 Naib Nazim Aurangzaib about the incident.

While Rasool and Dilshad were taken into custody, police were also on the look out for witnesses who were present at the nikah.

Meanwhile, Rasool has denied the claim, alleging he was given a drink laced with some medicine. He said: “I was not present during the nikah ceremony and I have no recollection of it.”

The arrested men were due to be produced in front of the magistrate.

Ode To Michael Jackson is an emotional and inspirational poem by Apollo Poetry, also known as the Traveling Poet, in honor of not only Michael Jackson, but the childhood that has died inside of all of us.

Los Angeles, CA (PRWEB) June 27, 2009 — In the memory of Michael Jackson’s passing, Apollo Poetry, who is known worldwide as the Traveling Poet, has written a heartfelt poem about the legend.

The video for the poem is gaining worldwide attention on the front of

Newspapers, magazines, and websites everywhere are free to publish this heartfelt poem in their next issue.

Ode To Michael Jackson by Apollo Poetry (

“Society. I must ask you now.
Do you Remember The Time when a man inspired us to not Stop until We Had Enough?
And once we did, he told us to Beat It.
The Man in the mirror saw himself in Black and White.
Because he realized it would take a Thriller to Heal the World.

Do we mourn the loss of an icon? Does death seem more real to us now?
Heroes aren’t supposed to die.
They’re supposed to live forever.
Our childhoods were supposed to always last.
Our dreams are suppose to keep us alive.
Perhaps the part of us that still believed in Neverland died a long time ago.
And since we stopped believing in our imaginations, we had to destroy anybody who didn’t give up on theirs.

I wonder if the jokes will stop now.
Now that he has lost his face, is he finally beautiful enough for society?
Now that he has angel wings, is he finally white enough for the media?
Now that he is gone, how many comedians have to re-write their act?
This is what we do humanity.
We take something beautiful and destroy it.
We do it to our bodies. We do it to our God. And we do it to our Earth.

So today, we don’t mourn the loss of an icon.
We mourn the loss of what the icon represented in our own consciousness.
We mourn the loss of our dreams. Our imagination. Our childhood.

Do you remember the time? Do you remember the time?
Back when we can play without fear of being judged.
Back when we can fly without the fear of falling down.
Back when we could smile, for absolutely no reason at all.

We have spent so much time working, that we have forgot how to play.
We have spent so much time standing still in our lives, that we have forgot how to dance.
Not only have we robbed ourselves of our childhood dreams, but we have criticized others for following theirs.

Perhaps Michael is now singing with God.
Perhaps he is flying with Peter Pan.
Perhaps he is now moon walking on the clouds of heaven.

Wherever he is, I know that he is finally free.
Free to be who he is, rather than a prisoner of who he was.
We haven’t lost an entertainer. We have lost ourselves.

And his death didn’t happen in June of 2009. It happened many years ago.
The killers of our inner child. The judges of our own fate. The builders of our own prisons.

Michael Jackson.

I pray that you don’t rest in peace…..
I hope that you dance in it.”

You can also watch the emotional YouTube video at

Who is not amazed at the martial arts mastered by monks and thanks to Chinese movies which popularised Kungfu and Shaolin martial arts across the world. Monks learnt this martial art and passed through genertations as a sef-defense skill and I used to wonder at their skills whenever I saw movies based on Shaolin martial art. Today, I saw a report related to Shaolin and Kungfu.

Shi Yongxin, China’s most controversial monk, has been named the principle inheritor of the Shaolin kungfu.

Shi Yongxin

Shi Yongxin

“The decision has been approved by China’s State Council. With the honour, Yongxin is expected to shoulder greater responsibilities and take more initiatives to better preserve Shaolin martial arts,” Chen Gaofeng, an official of the Shaolin Temple, said.

Earlier, Yongxin had caused a stir by accepting the gift of a luxury cassock on June 8. A private brocade company gave the cassock to Yongxin, which had traditional Buddhist patterns such as the lotus and sacred vases woven in gold thread.

Yongxin, however, maintained that the cassock was only a gift and he had never asked for it.

Shaolin Temple Abbot Shi Yongxin poses with the certificate of a luxury cassock, which was given to him as a gift by a silk company, in Songshan, Henan province, June 7, 2009.

Shaolin Temple Abbot Shi Yongxin poses with the certificate of a luxury cassock, which was given to him as a gift by a silk company, in Songshan, Henan province, June 7, 2009.

The Shaolin Temple has been criticised for recently installing lavish restrooms worth 430,000 dollars and the reception of an extravagant four-wheel-drive vehicle from the local government.

The cassock is shown after it was given to Shaolin Abbot Shi Yongxin as a gift by a silk company, in Songshan, Henan province, June 7, 2009.

The cassock is shown after it was given to Shaolin Abbot Shi Yongxin as a gift by a silk company, in Songshan, Henan province, June 7, 2009.

Yongxin expressed his delight at the title being given to a Shaolin monk rather than to someone from outside the temple.

People display a luxury cassock, which was given to Shaolin Abbot Shi Yongxin as a gift by a silk company, in Songshan, Henan province, June 7, 2009

People display a luxury cassock, which was given to Shaolin Abbot Shi Yongxin as a gift by a silk company, in Songshan, Henan province, June 7, 2009

The Shaolin Temple, widely considered the birthplace of Chinese Kungfu, has frequently been in the spotlight following some headline-grabbing events, such as the super-girl-style Kungfu Competition, a luxury sports car awarded to the temple, and the latest Wushu festival, with Shi Yongxin, the abbot, at the core of it.

Gold and jade accessories of the cassock, which was given to Shaolin Abbot Shi Yongxin as a gift by a silk company, are seen in Songshan, Henan province, June 7, 2009.

Gold and jade accessories of the cassock, which was given to Shaolin Abbot Shi Yongxin as a gift by a silk company, are seen in Songshan, Henan province, June 7, 2009.

Shi was admitted to the Shaolin Temple in 1981, when the temple was in a stark recession with only a dozen monks living on 28 mu (about 1.86 hectares) of farmland. He began to act as abbot in 1987 at 22, five years after the internationally acclaimed martial arts movie Shaolin Temple, starring Hong Kong movie king Jet Li, which put Shaolin Kungfu as well as the temple in the international spotlight.

Embroidered patterns on the cassock, which was given to Shaolin Abbot Shi Yongxin as a gift by a silk company, are seen in Songshan, Henan province, June 7, 2009.

Embroidered patterns on the cassock, which was given to Shaolin Abbot Shi Yongxin as a gift by a silk company, are seen in Songshan, Henan province, June 7, 2009.

Ever since his inauguration, Shi has stressed the importance of cultural exchange with foreign countries, and has carried out a series of reforms to expand the influence of the temple, securing international renown for the temple and making it a pillar of the tourism industry in Dengfeng where it is located.

In spite of his success in gaining unprecedented attention for the Shaolin Temple, people are questioning whether the temple remains a holy place of Zen Buddhism or has become a commercialised tourist site, and whether the abbot is hero for his reforms or a temple CEO stinking with money.

During an interview Yongxin had expressed his philosophy of keeping up with the times in running the temple with a commercial touch.

“I believe everything I have done in the past two decades is necessary and followed the trends of times. For example, in the past, one only had to deal with a small neighborhood in order to get something done. But now one has to deal with the whole world, which is closely connected through mass media, such as the Internet. As a result, we have to take the times and globalization into account, and try to keep up with them,” said Shi.

When Shi took over the temple as abbot 20 years ago, it was a little-known ancient temple. Today, the temple has under its flag a special liaison office, a temple affairs office, a website, and two commercially-run companies, and the abbot is often hailed as the ‘CEO’ of Shaolin Temple.

Shi, however, claimed commercialisation is not a bad thing, adding that without commerce, he circulation of goods and services would not be possible, and society would regress into a primitive state.

“It is true that I am resorting to commercialization to promoting the Shaolin culture,” Shi said. “But I believe people who concentrate on hard work can understand me.”

Back in 1993, Shi Yongxin took a ham manufacturer to court for promoting the ham under the brand “Shaolin,” which he claimed constituted a trademark infringement. It was the first case on brand rights in China’s religious circles.

According to Hindu tradition only statues of dead persons are installed, but here is a different scene. BSP supremo and Uttar Pradesh Chief Minister Mayawti unveiled 15 statues, which include that of party founder Kanshi Ram and herself on June 25, nine days ahead of the scheduled date July 3, after the apex court decided to hear the PIL challenging the Rs 52.20 crore project.

A view of statues of UP Chief Minister Mayawati and dalit icons at Ambedkar Sthal in Lucknow on Friday which was inaugurated by the Chief Minister Thursday evening, a week before the schedule.

A view of statues of UP Chief Minister Mayawati and dalit icons at Ambedkar Sthal in Lucknow on Friday which was inaugurated by the Chief Minister Thursday evening, a week before the schedule.

Chief Minister has spent crores of rupees on parks, memorials and statues at a time when the farmers are facing drought. There is no water and irrigation channels have gone dry and the people are reeling under the impact of power shortage.

I wonder if she becomes prime minister of India, she might get her statues installed across the country!

I was shocked to see a statue of Lord Buddha with a garland of footwear in Geneva, Switzerland. Do the shopkeepers not get any other idea to attract customers other than by hanging shoes on a statue of Gautam Buddha? The The 4-feet wooden statue is also highlighted with spotlights. It hurts to see a great man who renounced earthly pleasures and found enlightenment is being treated in this manner.

buddhaThis is not the first time that such incident has happened. In the past, the portrayal of Hindu deities on undergarments and toilet seats had enraged the Indian community.

When people are fighting to name airports in India, I found a report on the names of a few airports very weird funniest, rudest and strange.

Australian airports Useless Loop, Broken Hill, Woodie Woodie, Wagga Wagga, and Wee Waa have also been enlisted. The list has been compiled by flight search database Skyscanner.

According to, Skyscanner scoured its database of over 10,000 airports around the world for the purpose.

The airport are recognised by the International Air Transport Association (IATA).izarre airport names

1. Batman Airport, Turkey

2. Useless Loop Airport, Australia

3. Mafia Airport, Tanzania

4. Moron Airport, Mongolia

5. Ogle Airport, Guyana

6. Brest Airport, France

7. Eek Airport, US

8. Black Tickle Airport, Canada

9. Pickle Lake Airport, Canada

10. Raspberry Strait Airport, US

11. Airports that may offend

12. Old Crow Airport, Canada

13. Fukui Airport, Japan

14. Gaylord Airport, US

15. Pratt Airport, US

16. Shafter Airport, US

17. Dang Airport, Nepal

18. Ponce Airport, Puerto Rico

19. Fort Dix Airport, US

20. Tsili Tsili Airport, Papua New Guinea

21. Fak Fak Airport, US

22. Airports you may prefer not to fly to

23. Red Devil Airport, US

24. Asbestos Hill Airport, Canada

25. Deception Airport, Canada

26. Bloodvein Airport, Canada

27. Slave Lake Airport, Canada

28. Broken Hill Airport, Australia

29. Rifle Airport, US

30. Deadhorse Airport, US

31. Danger Bay Airport, US

32. Colon Airport, Panama

33. Strange sounding airports

34. Woodie Woodie Airport, Australia

35. Wee Waa Airport, Australia

36. Wagga Wagga Airport, Australia

37. Wuhu Airport, China

38. Gorom-Gorom Airport, Burkina Faso

39. Xingning Airport, China

40. Puka Puka Airport

41. Kar Kar Airport, Papua New Guinea

42. Muko-Muko Airport, Indonesia

43. Flin Flon Airport, Canada

Today, Vij sent me a mail which had some rare photographs of Bangalore.

Does this frame look familiar??? It should.

This is BRIGADE ROAD. The left hand side building is still standing, and housed Ashok Electricals, Post Office, now it is the LEE and Louis Phillipe showroom. The road hasn’t got any bigger, but the traffic and the crowd definitely has.


2Any guesses what it is called now?? MG ROAD. The building you are seeing is the Higginbothams bookstore.

The town hall area….


This strong stone building is now only known as the Oriental Building( presently houses the LIC)
and is at the intersection of MG Road ( then called as, South Parade) and St. Marks Road.


There apparently was a large circle at this juncture as can be seen in the photograph. The road you are looking at is St. Marks Road.

The below picture is of Hosur Road, the  present day electronics, IT and BPO Hub.

4aThis is the Mayo hall.

5It sure looks much more regal than what it does today. It housed courts and was apparently also one of the main police stations.

Observe something??

7The licence plate shows BAN565   suggests that there were under 1,000 cars in Bangalore in 1946 or in the entire state ( then known as the state of Mysore ) .

Not that only we commit language errors, people from the land of Chaucer, Shakespeare and Milton also commit follies, despite English being their mother tongue. I wondered after reading a report how people from English speaking countries also misspell words, those which are not difficult ones.
But I have seen people around who justify their language and grammar either calling it as ‘American English’ or ‘Yo yo English’, which is still beyond my comprehension. Pub-going youth not only misspell words and use them, but in fact kill them in their own way. They have their own way to justify to do so, they call it modern and people who fail to understand them are termed as ‘old fashioned’ or dubbed as merely ‘outdated’.
I wish someone conducts a survery even here to check how many people are killing the language and in what manner!
A new study has shown that a majority of Brits find it difficult to properly spell the word ‘definitely’.
The 10-letter word of English language topped the list of commonly misspelt words as most of them mix up the second ‘I’ with an ‘A’.
The second place went to ‘sacrilegious’, where people often get confused over whether it has an ‘E’ or ‘I’ in the middle.
Indict, which is often misspelt as ‘indite’, came third followed by ‘manoeuvre’ at the fourth place.
Britons often face problems due to the proximity of the ‘O’ and ‘E’ to each other.
‘Bureaucracy’ was fifth, which is awkward because the inclusion of so many vowels.
‘Broccoli’, ‘phlegm’, ‘prejudice’, ‘consensus’ and ‘unnecessary’ wrapped up the top ten.
The survey led by showed that nearly one in 10 thought ‘mortgage’ was spelt ‘morgauge’ and seven per cent often spell ‘speech’ as ‘speach’.
Moreover, 90 per cent couldn’t spell ‘diarrhoea’.
“So many of us can’t seem to spell,” a spokesperson for market research company said.
“Whether it is down to the structure of the word, or the frequency of use, there is no excuse not to learn how they are formed. And considering people judge others, yet don’t like their intelligence to be judged by how well they spell, they should up their game and pick up a dictionary,” the spokesperson added.

Top 10 misspelt words are:
1. Definitely
2. Sacrilegious
3. Indict
4. Manoeuvre
5. Bureaucracy
6. Broccoli
7. Phlegm
8. Prejudice
9. Consensus
10. Unnecessary

August 1, 1944

Dearest Kitty,

“A bundle of contradictions” was the end of my previous letter and is the beginning of this one.  Can you please tell me exactly what “a bundle of contradictions” is?  What does “contradiction” mean? Like so many words, it can be interpreted in two ways: a contradiction imposed from without and one imposed from within.  The former means not accepting other people’s opinions, always knowing best, having the last word;  in short, all those unpleasant traits for which I’m known.  The latter, for which I’m not known, is my own secret.

Anne Frank at 11 years of age, two years before going into hiding. Amsterdam, the Netherlands, 1940.

Anne Frank at 11 years of age, two years before going into hiding. Amsterdam, the Netherlands, 1940.

As I’ve told you many times, I’m split in two. One side contains my exuberant cheerfulness, my flippancy, my joy in life and, above all, my ability to appreciate the lighter side of things.  By that I mean not finding anything wrong with flirtations, a kiss, an embrace, a saucy joke.  This side of me is usually lying in wait to ambush the other one, which is much purer, deeper, and finer.

No one knows Anne’s better side, and that’s why most people can’t stand me.  Oh, I can be an amusing clown for an afternoon, but after that everyone’s had enough of me to last a month.  Actually, I’m what a romantic film is to a profound thinker – a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten:  not bad, but not particulary good either.

I hate having to tell you this, but why shouldn’t I admit it when I know it’s true?  My lighter, more superficial side will always steal a march on the deeper side and therefore always win.  You can’t imagine how often I’ve tried to push away this Anne, which is only half of what is known as Anne – to beat her down, hide her.  But it doesn’t work, and I know why.

I’m afraid that people who know me as I usually am will discover I have another side, a better and finer side.  I’m afraid they’ll mock me, think I’m ridiculous and sentimental and not take me seriously.

I’m used to not being taken seriously, but only the “lighthearted” Anne is used to it and can put up with it;  the “deeper” Anne is too weak.  If I force the good Anne into the spotlight for even fifteen minutes, she shuts up like a clam the moment she’s called upon to speak, and lets Anne number one do the talking.  Before I realize it, she’s disappeared.

So the nice Anne is never seen in company.  She’s never made a single appearance, though she almost always takes the stage whem I’m alone.   I know exactly how I’d like to be, how I am . . . on the inside.  But unfortunately I’m only like that with myself.  And perhaps that’s why – no, I’m sure that’s the reason why – I think of myself as happy on the inside and other people think I’m happy on the outside.  I’m guided by the pure Anne within, but on the outside I’m nothing but a frolicsome little goat tugging at its tether.

As I’ve told you, what I say is not what I feel, which is why I have a reputation for being a boy-chaser, a flirt, a smart aleck and a reader of romances.  The happy-go-lucky Anne laughs, gives a flippant reply, shrugs her shoulders and pretends she couldn’t care less. The quiet Anne reacts in just the opposite way.

If I’m being completely honest, I’ll have to admit that it does matter to me, that I’m trying very hard to change myself, but that I’m always up against a more powerful enemy.  A voice within me is sobbing, “You see, that’s what’s become of you.  You’re surrounded by negative opinions, dismayed looks and mocking faces, people who dislike you, and all because you don’t listen to the advice of your own better half.”

Believe me, I’d like to listen, but it doesn’t work, because if I’m quiet and serious, everyone thinks I’m putting on a new act and I have to save myself with a joke, and then I’m not even talking about my own family, who assume I must be ill, stuff me with asprins and sedatives, feel my neck and forehead to see if I have a temperature, ask about my bowel movements and berate me for being in a bad mood, until I just can’t keep it up any more, beause when everybody starts hovering over me, I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside out, the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside, and keep trying to find a way to become what I’d like to be and what I could be if . . . if only there were no other people in the world.

Yours, Anne M. Frank

(Three days later, Anne Frank was found and imprisoned.  Later, she was transported to Auschwitz, then later died in Bergen-Belsen.)

Photo: Google

The dIary of Anne Frank was one lesson which made most of us to cry in the classroom when we were in school and todayif she was alive, she would have turned 80. We used to imagine the girl who spent two years in a secret den writing a rearkable diary addressing kitty. And I had to literally go behind my hubby to download the movie Anne Frank 2-3 days ago.

Annelies Marie “Anne” Frank was born on June 12, 1929 in Frankfurt am Main in Weimar Germany to Otto Frank and Edith Frank-Holländer as the second daughter (Margot Frank was Anne’s elder sister) and lived most of her life in or near Amsterdam, in the Netherlands.

Anne Frank

Anne Frank

Anne and her family moved to Amsterdam in 1933 after the Nazis gained power in Germany.

As persecutions against the Jewish population increased, the family went into hiding in July 1942 in hidden rooms in her father Otto Frank’s office building.

Anne and Margot, 1933While their parents were busy arranging the family's emigration to Holland, Anne and Margot spend the summer of 1933 with Grandmother Holländer in Aachen.

Anne and Margot, 1933While their parents were busy arranging the family's emigration to Holland, Anne and Margot spend the summer of 1933 with Grandmother Holländer in Aachen.

After two years, the group was betrayed and transported to concentration camps. Seven months after her arrest, Anne Frank died of typhus in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, within days of the death of her sister, Margot Frank.

Anne in the SandboxAnne Frank and her mother in their yard on Marbachweg (Frankfurt), 1931.

Anne in the SandboxAnne Frank and her mother in their yard on Marbachweg (Frankfurt), 1931.

Her father Otto, the only survivor of the group, returned to Amsterdam after the war to find that her diary had been saved, and his efforts led to its publication in 1947. It was translated from its original Dutch and first published in English in 1952 as The Diary of a Young Girl.

Anne’s Attic Window

Anne’s Attic Window

The diary, which was given to Anne on her 13th birthday, chronicles her life from  June 12, 1942 to August 1, 1944.

Anne Frank has been acknowledged for the quality of her writing, and has become one of the most renowned and most discussed victims of the Holocaust.

The Franks were liberal Jews and lived in an assimilated community of Jewish and non-Jewish citizens, where the children grew up with Catholic, Protestant, and Jewish friends. Edith Frank was the more devout parent, while Otto Frank, a decorated German officer from World War I, was interested in scholarly pursuits and had an extensive library.

On March 13, 1933, elections were held in Frankfurt for the municipal council and Adolf Hitler’s Nazi Party won. Anti-semitic demonstrations occurred almost immediately, and the Franks began to fear what would happen to them if they remained in Germany. Later that year, Edith and the children went to Aachen, where they stayed with Edith’s mother, Rosa Holländer. Otto Frank remained in Frankfurt, but after receiving an offer to start a company in Amsterdam, he moved there to organise the business and to arrange accommodation for his family.

Otto Frank began working at the Opekta Works, a company that sold the fruit extract pectin, and found an apartment on the Merwedeplein (Merwede Square) in Amsterdam.

Bookcase hiding the Secret Annex

Bookcase hiding the Secret Annex

By February 1934, Margot was enrolled in a public school in Amsterdam and Anne in a Montessori school.

Margot demonstrated ability in arithmetic, and Anne showed aptitude for reading and writing. Her friend Hanneli Goslar later recalled that from early childhood, Anne frequently wrote, though she shielded her work with her hands and refused to discuss the content of her writing.

Margot and Anne had highly distinct personalities. Margot was well-mannered, reserved, and studious, while Anne was outspoken, energetic, and extroverted.

Margot in front of her parent's bookcase, March 1929

Margot in front of her parent's bookcase, March 1929

In 1938, Otto Frank started a second company Pectacon, which was a wholesaler of herbs, pickling salts and mixed spices, used in the production of sausages.

Hermann van Pels was employed by Pectacon as an advisor about spices. He was a Jewish butcher, who had fled Osnabrück in Germany with his family.

In 1939, Edith’s mother came to live with the Franks.

In May 1940, Germany invaded the Netherlands, and the occupation government began to persecute Jews by the implementation of restrictive and discriminatory laws; mandatory registration and segregation soon followed. Margot and Anne were excelling in their studies and had many friends, but with the introduction of a decree that Jewish children could attend only Jewish schools, they were enrolled at the Jewish Lyceum.

In April 1941, Otto Frank took action to prevent Pectacon from being confiscated as a Jewish-owned business. He transferred his shares in Pectacon to Johannes Kleiman, and resigned as director. The company was liquidated and all assets transferred to Gies and Company, headed by Jan Gies. In December 1941, he followed a similar process to save Opekta. The businesses continued with little obvious change and their survival allowed Otto Frank to earn a minimal income, but sufficient to provide for his family.

For her 13th birthday on June 12, 1942, Anne received a book she had shown her father in a shop window a few days earlier. Although it was an autograph book, bound with red-and-green plaid cloth and with a small lock on the front, Anne decided she would use it as a diary, and began writing in it almost immediately. While many of her early entries relate the mundane aspects of her life, she also discusses some of the changes that had taken place in the Netherlands since the German occupation.

In her entry dated June 20, 1942, she lists many of the restrictions that had been placed upon the lives of the Dutch Jewish population, and also notes her sorrow at the death of her grandmother earlier in the year.

Anne dreamed about becoming an actress. She loved watching movies, but the Dutch Jews were forbidden access to movie theaters from  January 8, 1941.

In July 1942, Margot Frank received a call-up notice from the Zentralstelle für jüdische Auswanderung (Central Office for Jewish Emigration) ordering her to report for relocation to a work camp. Anne was told by her father that the family would go into hiding in rooms above and behind the company’s premises on the Prinsengracht, a street along one of Amsterdam’s canals, where some of Otto Frank’s most trusted employees would help them. The call-up notice forced them to relocate several weeks earlier than had been anticipated.

On July 6, 1942 morning, the family moved into the hiding place. Their apartment was left in a state of disarray to create the impression that they had left suddenly, and Otto Frank left a note that hinted they were going to Switzerland. The need for secrecy forced them to leave behind Anne’s cat, Moortje.

Baby Anne Edith Frank with Anne, a day after her birth.

Baby Anne Edith Frank with Anne, a day after her birth.

As Jews were not allowed to use public transport, they walked several kilometers from their home, with each of them wearing several layers of clothing as they did not dare to be seen carrying luggage.

The Achterhuis (a Dutch word denoting the rear part of a house, translated as the “Secret Annexe” in English editions of the diary) was a three-story space entered from a landing above the Opekta offices. Two small rooms, with an adjoining bathroom and toilet, were on the first level, and above that a larger open room, with a small room beside it. From this smaller room, a ladder led to the attic. The door to the Achterhuis was later covered by a bookcase to ensure it remained undiscovered. The main building, situated a block from the Westerkerk, was non-descript, old and typical of buildings in the western quarters of Amsterdam.

Anne's room

Anne's room

Victor Kugler, Johannes Kleiman, Miep Gies, and Bep Voskuijl were the only employees who knew of the people in hiding, and with Gies’ husband Jan Gies and Voskuijl’s father Johannes Hendrik Voskuijl, were their “helpers” for the duration of their confinement. These contacts provided the only connection between the outside world and the occupants of the house, and they kept the occupants informed of war news and political developments. They catered for all of their needs, ensured their safety and supplied them with food, a task that grew more difficult with the passage of time. Anne wrote of their dedication and of their efforts to boost morale within the household during the most dangerous of times. All were aware that if caught they could face the death penalty for sheltering Jews.

Miep Gies

Miep Gies

On July 13, the Franks were joined by the van Pels family: Hermann, Auguste, and 16-year-old Peter, and then in November by Fritz Pfeffer, a dentist and friend of the family.

Anne wrote of her pleasure at having new people to talk to, but tensions quickly developed within the group forced to live in such confined conditions. After sharing her room with Pfeffer, she found him to be insufferable and resented his intrusion, and she clashed with Auguste van Pels, whom she regarded as foolish. She regarded Hermann van Pels and Fritz Pfeffer as selfish, particularly in regards to the amount of food they consumed.

Frontal view of Anne's house in Amsterdam

Frontal view of Anne's house in Amsterdam

Some time later, after first dismissing the shy and awkward Peter van Pels, she recognised a kinship with him and the two entered a romance. She received her first kiss from him, but her infatuation with him began to wane as she questioned whether her feelings for him were genuine, or resulted from their shared confinement.

Rear view of Anne's house in Amsterdam

Rear view of Anne's house in Amsterdam

Anne Frank formed a close bond with each of the helpers and Otto Frank later recalled that she had anticipated their daily visits with impatient enthusiasm. He observed that Anne’s closest friendship was with Bep Voskuijl, “the young typist… the two of them often stood whispering in the corner.”

In her writing, Anne Frank examined her relationships with the members of her family, and the strong differences in each of their personalities. She considered herself to be closest emotionally to her father, who later commented, “I got on better with Anne than with Margot, who was more attached to her mother. The reason for that may have been that Margot rarely showed her feelings and didn’t need as much support because she didn’t suffer from mood swings as much as Anne did.”

The Frank Family: Margot, Otto, Anne and Edith Frank on Merwedeplein in Amsterdam, 1941.

The Frank Family: Margot, Otto, Anne and Edith Frank on Merwedeplein in Amsterdam, 1941.

Anne and Margot formed a closer relationship than had existed before they went into hiding, although Anne sometimes expressed jealousy towards Margot, particularly when members of the household criticised Anne for lacking Margot’s gentle and placid nature.

As Anne began to mature, the sisters were able to confide in each other. In her entry of January 12, 1944, Anne wrote, “Margot’s much nicer… She’s not nearly so catty these days and is becoming a real friend. She no longer thinks of me as a little baby who doesn’t count.”

Anne frequently wrote of her difficult relationship with her mother, and of her ambivalence towards her. On November 7, 1942 she described her “contempt” for her mother and her inability to “confront her with her carelessness, her sarcasm and her hard-heartedness,” before concluding, “She’s not a mother to me.”

Later, as she revised her diary, Anne felt ashamed of her harsh attitude, writing: “Anne is it really you who mentioned hate, oh Anne, how could you?”

A page from Anne Frank's diary.

A page from Anne Frank's diary.

She came to understand that their differences resulted from misunderstandings that were as much her fault as her mother’s, and saw that she had added unnecessarily to her mother’s suffering. With this realisation, Anne began to treat her mother with a degree of tolerance and respect.

Margot and Anne hoped to return to school soon and continued with their studies while in hiding. Margot took a shorthand course by correspondence in Bep Voskuijl’s name and received high marks.

Most of Anne’s time was spent reading and studying, and she regularly wrote and edited her diary entries. In addition to providing a narrative of events as they occurred, she wrote about her feelings, beliefs and ambitions, subjects she felt she could not discuss with anyone. As her confidence in her writing grew, and as she began to mature, she wrote of more abstract subjects such as her belief in God, and how she defined human nature.

This photograph was taken in the centre of Frankfurt am Main on March 10, 1933. It is the last photograph Otto Frank takes before the family leaves Germany.

This photograph was taken in the centre of Frankfurt am Main on March 10, 1933. It is the last photograph Otto Frank takes before the family leaves Germany.

Anne aspired to become a journalist, writing in her diary on April 5, 1944: “ I finally realised that I must do my schoolwork to keep from being ignorant, to get on in life, to become a journalist, because that’s what I want! I know I can write …, but it remains to be seen whether I really have talent … And if I don’t have the talent to write books or newspaper articles, I can always write for myself. But I want to achieve more than that. I can’t imagine living like Mother, Mrs van Daan and all the women who go about their work and are then forgotten. I need to have something besides a husband and children to devote myself to! … I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met. I want to go on living even after my death! And that’s why I’m so grateful to God for having given me this gift, which I can use to develop myself and to express all that’s inside me! When I write I can shake off all my cares. My sorrow disappears, my spirits are revived! But, and that’s a big question, will I ever be able to write something great, will I ever become a journalist or a writer?”

She continued writing regularly till her final entry of on August 1, 1944.

On August 4, 1944 morning, the Achterhuis was stormed by the German Security Police (Grüne Polizei) following a tip-off from an informer who was never identified. Led by Schutzstaffel Oberscharführer Karl Silberbauer of the Sicherheitsdienst, the group included at least three members of the Security Police. The Franks, van Pelses and Pfeffer were taken to the Gestapo headquarters where they were interrogated and held overnight.

The front gate of Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp. The slogan Arbeit macht frei translates as “work will set you free”)

The front gate of Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp. The slogan Arbeit macht frei translates as “work will set you free”)

On August 5, they were transferred to the Huis van Bewaring (House of Detention), an overcrowded prison on the Weteringschans. Two days later, they were transported to Westerbork. Ostensibly a transit camp, by this time more than 1 lakh Jews had passed through it. Having been arrested in hiding, they were considered criminals and were sent to the Punishment Barracks for hard labour.

Victor Kugler and Johannes Kleiman were arrested and jailed at the penal camp for enemies of the regime at Amersfoort. Kleiman was released after seven weeks, but Kugler was held in various work camps until the end of war.

Miep Gies and Bep Voskuijl were questioned and threatened by the Security Police but were not detained. They returned to the Achterhuis the following day, and found Anne’s papers strewn on the floor. They collected them as well as several family photograph albums, and Gies resolved to return them to Anne after the war.

On August 7, 1944, Gies attempted to facilitate the release of the prisoners by confronting Silberbauer and offering him money to intervene, but he refused.

On September 3, the group was deported on what would be the last transport from Westerbork to the Auschwitz concentration camp, and arrived after a three-day journey. In the chaos that marked the unloading of the trains, the men were forcibly separated from the women and children, and Otto Frank was wrenched from his family.

Of the 1,019 passengers, 549, including all children younger than 15, were sent directly to the gas chambers. Anne had turned 15 and 3 months earlier and was one of the youngest people to be spared from her transport. She was soon made aware that most people were gassed upon arrival, and never learned that the entire group from the Achterhuis had survived this selection. She reasoned that her father, in his mid-50s and not particularly robust, had been killed immediately after they were separated.

Otto Frank

Otto Frank

With the other females not selected for immediate death, Anne was forced to strip naked to be disinfected, had her head shaved and was tattooed with an identifying number on her arm. By day, the women were used as slave labour and Anne was forced to haul rocks and dig rolls of sod; by night, they were crammed into overcrowded barracks.

Witnesses later testified that Anne became withdrawn and tearful when she saw children being led to the gas chambers, though other witnesses reported that more often she displayed strength and courage, and that her gregarious and confident nature allowed her to obtain extra bread rations for Edith, Margot and herself.

Disease was rampant and before long, Anne’s skin became badly infected by scabies. She and Margot were moved into an infirmary, which was in a state of constant darkness, and infested with rats and mice.

Edith Frank stopped eating, saving every morsel of food for her daughters and passing her rations to them, through a hole she made at the bottom of the infirmary wall.

On October 28, selections began for women to be relocated to Bergen-Belsen. More than 8,000 women, including Anne and Margot Frank and Auguste van Pels, were transported, but Edith Frank was left behind and later died from starvation.

Tents were erected at Bergen-Belsen to accommodate the influx of prisoners, and as the population rose, the death toll due to disease increased rapidly. Anne was briefly reunited with two friends, Hanneli Goslar and Nanette Blitz, who were confined in another section of the camp. Goslar and Blitz both survived the war and later discussed the brief conversations that they had conducted with Anne through a fence. Blitz described her as bald, emaciated and shivering and Goslar noted that Auguste van Pels was with Anne and Margot Frank, and was caring for Margot, who was severely ill. Neither of them saw Margot as she was too weak to leave her bunk. Anne told both Blitz and Goslar that she believed her parents were dead, and for that reason did not wish to live any longer. Goslar later estimated that their meetings had taken place in late January or early February, 1945.

In March 1945, a typhus epidemic spread through the camp and killed about 17,000 prisoners.

Witnesses later testified that Margot fell from her bunk in her weakened state and was killed by the shock, and that a few days later Anne died. They stated that this occurred a few weeks before the camp was liberated by British troops on April 15, 1945, although the exact dates were not recorded.

After liberation, the camp was burned in an effort to prevent further spread of disease, and Anne and Margot were buried in a mass grave.



Otto Frank survived his internment in Auschwitz. After the war ended, he returned to Amsterdam where he was sheltered by Jan and Miep Gies, as he attempted to locate his family. He learned of the death of his wife Edith in Auschwitz, but remained hopeful that his daughters had survived.

After several weeks, he discovered that Margot and Anne also had died. He attempted to determine the fates of his daughters’ friends, and learned that many had been murdered.

Susanne Ledermann, often mentioned in Anne’s diary, had been gassed along with her parents, though her sister, Barbara, a close friend of Margot, had survived. Several of the Frank sisters’ school friends had survived, as had the extended families of both Otto and Edith Frank, as they had fled Germany during the mid 1930s, with individual family members settling in Switzerland, the United Kingdom and the United States.

Miep Gies gave Otto Frank the diary, along with a bundle of loose notes that she had saved, in the hope that she could have returned them to Anne.

Otto Frank later commented that he had not realised Anne had kept such an accurate and well-written record of their time in hiding. In his memoir he described the painful process of reading the diary, recognising the events described and recalling that he had already heard some of the more amusing episodes read aloud by his daughter.

He also noted that he saw for the first time the more private side of his daughter, and those sections of the diary she had not discussed with anyone, noting, “For me it was a revelation… I had no idea of the depth of her thoughts and feelings… She had kept all these feelings to herself”.

Moved by her repeated wish to be an author, he began to consider having it published. Her original notebook was supplemented by additional notebooks and loose-leaf sheets of paper. She created pseudonyms for the members of the household and the helpers. The van Pels family became Hermann, Petronella, and Peter van Daan, and Fritz Pfeffer became Albert Düssell. In this edited version, she also addressed each entry to “Kitty,” a fictional character in Cissy van Marxveldt’s Joop ter Heul novels that Anne enjoyed reading.

Otto Frank used her original diary, known as “Version A”, and her edited version, known as “Version B”, to produce the first version for publication. He removed certain passages, most notably those in which Anne is critical of her parents (especially her mother), and sections that discussed Anne’s growing sexuality. Although he restored the true identities of his own family, he retained all of the other pseudonyms.

Cornelis Suijk, former director of the Anne Frank Foundation and president of the U.S. Center for Holocaust Education Foundation, announced in 1999 that he was in the possession of five pages that had been removed by Otto Frank from the diary prior to publication; Suijk claimed that Otto Frank gave these pages to him shortly before his death in 1980. The missing diary entries contain critical remarks by Anne Frank about her parents’ strained marriage, and discusses Anne’s lack of affection for her mother.