Death
Lalit Maken and his wife Gitanjali, the daughter of former president Shankar Dayal Sharma, were gunned down by Harjinder Singh Jinda, Sukhdev Singh Sukha and Ranjit Singh Gill alias Kukki outside Mr. Maken's Kirti Nagar residence in West Delhi on July 31, 1985 Lalit Maken was gunned down, when he was moving towards his car parked across the road from his house in Kirti Nagar, New Delhi. All three assailants continued firing even as Maken ran towards his house for cover. Maken's wife Geetanjali and a visitor, Balkishan, were also caught in the firing. The assailants escaped on their scooters. Lalit Maken,Mrs Gitanjali Maken and Balkishen were taken to All India Institute of Medical Sciences, New Delhi. The postmortem examination's were conducted by a team of doctors headed by Dr T D Dogra.
Police later arrested Sukhdev Singh Sukha in the year of 1986 and Harjinder Singh Jinda in the year of 1987. Both of them were later sentenced to death for the murder of Indian army general Arun Shridhar Vaidya (architect of Operation Blue Star) and on October 9, 1992, they were hanged in Pune Jail in Indian state of Maharashtra. As per Indian request, Ranjit Singh "Gill" was arrested by Interpol in New Jersey, USA on May 14, 1987, a federal magistrate approved his extradition on February 6, 1988 and he was deported back to India in February 2000 after lengthy legal cases and was sentenced to life imprisonment on February 24, 2003. Finally his life sentence was commuted on May 20, 2009.
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