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Thursday, November 30, 2006

Insaaniyat - A Virtue

Insaaniyat. Humanity is a virtue in today's world. I as a human is in search of it as the whole human race is. Once Baba Nanak said "Ek noor ke sab upje hoye kaun bhaley kaun mandey". Today the people seems to have lost upon the meaning of these golden words. When I sit and find the people juggling up everything my heart weeps with these kind of lines....

Khatam hundi ja rahi hai insaniyat,
bhai nu bhai maar reha,
Kiley kayee fateh kitey ne isne,
par zindagi dee baazi haar reha.

Jithe wasda c pyar kadey,
othe nafrat daa dareya thathaan maar reha,
ek noor de sab upjey hoye,
ek-doojey nu manda keh keh ke apna seena thar reha.

Jithe sab vand ke khaandey c,
othey har koi ik dooje ton khoh reha,
paise saamney rishtey enne bemayeney hogaye ne,
hun bhainan-bhaiyan wich naa koi moh reha,

Par gall sunley chauke waleya ve,
toon is mandey kaami nee paena,
eh zindagi do jaan 4 dihaadey dee,
toon sab naal mil jul ke hai rehna.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Letter of Bhai Sukhdev Singh Sukha and Harjinder Singh Jinda To the President Of India


his Letter was written by two revered shaheed's of Sikh History Shaheed Bhai Sukhdev Singh Sukha and Shaheed Bhai Harjinder Singh Jinda. By this post I in no way wants to justify the whole movement, that is left for the indiviual perception.
The hearing began in the case of General Vaidiya's murder. On Aug. 10th, 1985, Harjinder Singh "Jinda" and Sukhdev Singh "Sukha", gunned down General Vadiaya after his retirement from the Indian army. General Vadiya was the Chief of the Indian Army who ordered the attack on the holiest of the holy shrines at Amritsar and elsewhere in Punjab during 1984 operations. On Oct. 9, 1992, Sukhdev Singh "Sukha" and Harjinder Singh "Jinda" were hanged until death in Puna Jail.
"EK ONKAR" "Rastrapati Ji",

Kindly accept Sat Sri Akal (Salute to the Revered Timeless) by the two Singhs (Sikhs) on their way to martyrdom.

Theoretically, it is appropriate to clarify that our Rastrya (nation) is the Khalsa Panth absorbed into the Guru Granth Sahib. We took the first vital steps towards the destination of Khalistan by touching our foreheads with the footdust of this nation. The elimination of Mr. Vaidya, the General of your forces engaged in destroying the Khalsa Panth and its power, was a holy act on our difficult path of martyrdom. It has once again brought the historical truth to light the urge of the Khalsa Panth to breathe in freedom, its self respect and honor cannot be finished.
We wish to clarify that we are not addressing these words to you as an individual but as the head of a State that is communal and Brahmanical. Whosoever occupies, occupied, or will occupy this throne of falsehood, will be to us a symbol of oppression and cruelty. We have not forgotten that when the "wedding party of sin" (the Indian Armed Forces) was invading our Temple of God, a heathen in the garb of a Sikh, was sitting in your place (Zail Singh). The Panth will "Settle its accounts" with him, when Sikh history imparts its justice.

By invading the Golden Temple, your army tried to rob a nation of saint-soldiers, living in its divine simplicity, of its joy. It gave us a feeling once as if you succeeded in driving us to a point of utter frustration. But by performing our historic task we have reminded you that our heroes like Sukha Singh, Mehtab Singh, Udham Singh are shadowing your tyrants like Wazida, Lakhpat, Rebeiro, Dawyer.

We accept with great joy the penalty of death pronounced by your court of law alienated from the divine blessings and fallen to the Brahmanical reflexes, for whatever we undertook in accordance with the vision of the Khalsa. By touching the sharp edge of death we are moving towards fullness. Without martyrdom the magnificent fair of life cannot come into full swing.

The fact is that the Brahmanical form of Hinduism thinks of the Akal Takhat and its thoughtcomplex related to the movement and play of eternal in vulgar pragmatic terms. This sort of limited thinking of Brahmanical Hinduism puts the great institution of the Khalsa Panth on a very low pedestal and elaborates it in a very harsh practical sense. From this narrow angle the Akal Takhat is reduced to an ordinary building or at the most to a place of worship. The Khalsa Panth does not accept this situation. The Khalsa does not worship power, rather it enters history by empowering itself. The truth from the Akal Takhat has taught us that by being armed, the Khalsa has to snatch the power of the powerful and by absorption into the Eternal Word, the Khalsa has to assimilate the saintliness of the saint. This theory has destroyed the centralized authority of power and saintliness (Miri-Piri) and was very threatening to the Brahmanical stream of thought. Because the new Sikh doctrine not only awakened the people, it also inspired them to organize themselves for an armed struggle under the leadership of the Akal Takhat by shattering falsehood of Brahmanical thought. The Masters of Centralism at once came into action. They began to repeat the well-designed danger to the "unity and integrity of the country" to retain power and encouraged the rise of "Personal Gurus" in the arena of religion.

The thought of Brahmanical reflexes had in fact started attacking the consciousness of the Sikh Gurus ever since its emergence, but on 15th August after assuming imperial authority, the Brahmanical thought took still nastier forms. In the last few decades, your parliament, courts, educational institutions and media have tried to humble the consciousness of the Khalsa through the subtler force of majoritarianism and material monopoly.

We are not hesitant to say that conspiracies have been hatched and very subtle arrangements have been made at the psychological level to destroy the great institutions, traditions, originality and unique sovereignty of the Khalsa Panth. The destruction of the Akal Takhat by sending in lakhs of soldiers was part of this larger conspiracy. In this situation, it hardly needs saying, how justified it was to eliminate the military general Vaidya who was not only a part of this conspiracy but also responsible for its planning and implementation. By completing this holy and historic task, we have unburdened our conscious and proved that the real force of the Khalsa Panth is and will remain free from the Brahmanical reflexes in all ages. By cautioning the Khalsa Panth of these strategies we have won the love of Guru Gobind Singh.

When nations wake up, even history begins to shiver. During such momentous movement a Banda Bahadur bids farewell to his peace-dwelling and destroys a state of oppression like Sirhind, a Che Guevera turns down a ministership of Cuba, loads a gun on his breast and entrenches against the enemies in the forest of Bolivia, a Nelson Mandela rejects the ideology of apartheid and prefers to spend his life in a dark prison cell.

...And we have the privilege of being in the loving care and companionship of that unique general of the Panth Sant Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale, blessed by the valiant and transcendental visionary Guru Gobind Singh. We are tiny particles of dust of the numberless heroic jewels of the Sikh nation who walked on the sharp edge of the Dagger, the Khanda, given to us by Guru Gobind Singh. Only the chosen few get the honor of laying down their lives for the nation. We are proud of this honor.

In no way is it just to accuse us of an unheroic act in attacking an unarmed man. We wish to remind you that by misusing your vast resources you have tried your utmost to humiliate us as a nation. In every field you have tried to make us helpless. You are empowered with your massive armed force and equipped with the most advanced military arsenal of our times. You have made us inadequate to fight you in the open battlefield. In the present situation there is no other alternative with us except to use the kind of method that we employed on General Vaidya to punish the tyrants for their evil deeds. When you are already waging an undeclared war on our nation, guerilla attacks are not our pleasure but an historical compulsion. Please do not forget this fact of history that during the 18th century when robbers like Abdalis and Nadarshah were driving your daughters to Kabul like enroped flocks of animals, our brave Sikh brethren from their jungle and desert hideouts fiercely attacked the robbers. Even the frightened enemies had to praise our courage. We are fired with a generous humanism. Our grip extends to the entire life with its beat and vibration.

In the last one decade there have been very few "actual" encounters between our soldiers and your forces. But wherever those have occurred, the evidence in them of our valor and radiant heroism, we are sure, is preserved in your confidential files. A fragment of that fact once in a while slips through your newspapers as well. Our Khalsa vigor is an aspect of our spiritual heritage. In such moments of fight, spirituality radiates through the flasher of our swords.

Oh. President representing Brahmanism Hear the words of Kazi Noor Mohammad, an eye witness during the seventh invasion (1764 AD) of Ahmad Shah Abdali: "It looks as if guns were invented by these Sikhs and not by Likman. Although many possess guns yet none understands them more than the Sikhs. My observation will be confirmed by the 30 thousand brave soldiers who fought against them."

When we attacked General Vaidya, apart from his own arms, he had with him a well equipped body guard. Our attack was part of the same battlefield strategy that was once used by our hero-martyrs Madan Lal Dhingra, Bhagat Singh, Kartar Singh Sarabha, and even today it is used by revolutionaries the world over, and considered right.

Through you we also wish to transmit this message that we harbor no enmity towards the great people and land of India. We are not touched even a bit by hatred for the people of India. Not only to embrace our people, we are restless to embrace the whole of the earth and the sky. We intoxicatedly remember the entire cosmos and worship the life that vibrates in it.

The Khalsa is inseparably and lovingly related to the people of India: the millions of Dalits, the workers who earn their living through honest labor, the Muslims and other minorities, and all those homeless and destitute who have remained oppressed and exploited by Brahmanism for centuries. They are all our kith and kin. Our Master Rider of the blue horse (Guru Gobind Singh) recognized them much earlier. All those termed by the proud Brahmin the lowly, scavengers, shoemakers, mean-professioned, became the beloved sons of our Tenth Father. They rose to Generalships in the army of the Khalsa. Thrones and honors kissed them. Without fantasizing, we are declaring in the midst of history that our gurus loved the meta-poetry (bani) of those divine souls drenched with a passion for the Dalit brotherhood. The gurus bestowed the highest honors on them and included their (bani) along with their own in the Guru Granth Sahib. The spirit of the Dalits and their pain are aspects of our own anguish. We are touched by the warmth of their door. There is hardly any Agro Industry in the Punjab. Heavy industry is totally non-existent. We want to keep our capital safe for our development, but you are exploiting us as if we are your colony.

You have not spared an effort to hurt our culture. By damaging our heritage you want to keep us in a miserable psychological state so that we may feel embarrassed over our language, culture and proud history. Your strategy is to destroy us from "within" and reduce us to your slaves so that you may keep on sucking our blood without any protests.

You want us to adopt your rootless culture of razzle dazzle as our way of life. You want to uproot our culture and take away our source of life. You think our history is not worthy of any significance.

But now we keep track of your ever step. Still a vital blood flows in our veins. We will structure our way of life according to our originality and history. Every one knows that without getting political power it is not possible for any nation to guard its culture. It is not possible for us to keep our cultural and national identity intact without establishing a Sovereign Khalistan. We are offering our heads for achieving our goal; Our True Guru has granted a sovereign State to us, we have won his blessing by offering our heads.

Now we beg to address our Khalsa Panth. The way of the Khalsa is very trying. It is sharper than the edge of a Dagger, the Khanda, and subtler than a strand of hair. The Khalsa panth at all cost has to preserve the original and pure form of its great struggle. The struggle is a diving journey inspired by a transcendental consciousness. During these moments of struggle, the Khalsa is to remain continuously absorbed into the Guru Granth Sahib, no matter how many cruelties are inflicted and provocation is given, the Khalsa has to keep its cool and discipline in the horrible and barbaric situations. The Khalsa has to preserve its traditions established by the valiant Sikhs through martyrdom.

In comparison with the violence of the enemy, the violence of the Khalsa abounds in divine qualities and spiritual blessings. The Khalsa has to give such a divine form and beauty to its struggle that it may even burden the conscience of the enemy with the realization of its own sin. Such a moral miracle will be possible only if the concentration on the guru of the Khalsa and rhythm of the Guru Granth Sahib remain fully connected and intact. The Guru Granth Sahib is the main source of our life-stream and spiritual power. It is also the chief spring of our inspiration to advance towards the destination of Khalistan.

If concentration on the guru and the internal rhythm of the Guru Granth Sahib are the main lifestream of the Khalsa, then it is also necessary to say a few words to the militants who are intensely in love with the stream. In this terrible crisis of history, the concentration on the guru and the rhythm of the Guru Granth Sahib are the only armed brigades. The are the army of the Timeless Man, and they are the guardians of the pure consciousness of the Khalsa. We too had the honor of having been the humble parts of these forces.

It is true that we are confronting a vast material State that has at its command all the worldly resources, horrifying scientific inventions, a capacity to attack and disable the intellect and praxis. The state can also weaken us through penetration and strategies of its intelligence. It can also develop shocking plans and more than everything else it can assemble huge armies. But so what? The Khalsa can send shivers into the spine of the enemy and shake its State with its spiritual might. It is not the bodies alone that fight. It was only a miracle of the Khalsa spiritual strength that even with its tiny number the Khalsa subdued the 10 lakh army of the Mughals at the Castle of Chamkaur.

During the last decade we have overwhelmed this State of Brahmanical prejudices with martyrdom. We have been hailed in all corners. Now the matter is not restricted to the possible creation of Khalistan alone. Several oppressed nations of India have come out in the open to fight for their freedom. The Dalit brothers, specially are liberating themselves from the destructive influence of Brahmanism. The so-called hue and cry made for "unity and integrity" does not touch them any more. They have well understood the cunning of Brahmanical rulers veiled behind this hue and cry. Although these are magnificent accomplishments of our movement still we are not free from big mistakes and inadequacies.

Sometimes, during our struggle we do commit something that is neither morally unique nor pious. Although we are marching towards our goal of achieving Khalistan with determination yet still we have not fully learnt how to go through this difficult terrain. The understanding and experience of our struggle are still diluted and surfacial. We have still to develop a large vision that crosses decades and centuries.

We still keep doing something that gives our enemy an opportunity to question our proud and glorious history. Several times our arms have wrecked the joys, blossom and aspirations of those who had never directly hurt our movement.

It appears sometimes as if we were trying to strike terror among the people although our commitment to the ninth Guru is nether to terrify nor to get terrified.

Oh valiant brethren! Why are not our actions and deeds firing many colors and proliferating unusual effects of life? Why to give the people an excuse that a wide gap has appeared between our mind, word and action. When we sin we become drunk with victory of fault and when we lose we do not investigate its reasons. As a result a chain of losses begins. In such a situation we do not urge to re-integrate ourselves with the transcendental consciousness of the Khalsa, nor do we seek the blessing of the guru's abode.

We are becoming martyrs, going to jails, bearing every attack of the enemy, but still in our basic thought, the gratitude to the Lord, patience and commitment have not fully penetrated. Sometimes, the glory of the material status, its power and shine captivate us, as a result we fall prey to material values and miracles. During such moments we do not passionately pray before the Guru Granth Sahib to keep our unique character by heroism and spirituality higher and untouched by narrow ends.

Several times we suffer from indecision. To free ourselves from this state instead of getting close to the guru we rather choose distance. We are forgetting that during disagreement among us, the resolution of the entire Khalsa adopted at the Akal Takhat can cement and guide us. Oh Brave brethren drenched with the divine love of the sixth guru, Hargobind Sahib! Why don't you flock towards the Akal Takhat for guidance? Our guru spreading his arms awaits us.

At times, our baseless suspicions divide us into groups. We then patronize our group, and to protect it we unnecessarily accuse the other groups of crossing all limits. Our sword proudly falls on their necks. The militants of the Khalsa Panth have to meet this serious challenge of the moment with determination and love, with a prayer for the enhancement of wisdom and humility of the mind. Will you follow this path our brethren after we are gone?

Oh militant comrades of the procession of those walking with their heads on the palms for sacrifice! You carry on your shoulders the historic responsibility of recognizing the mail lifestream and original form of the Khalsa and also the responsibility of identifying the deadly current of ignorance and temptation. This current, to obtain power, has fallen to act on Brahmanical practices. Please understand the narrow motives concealed behind this current that on surface appears to be proSikh. Wage a war against it. Its divisive tendencies are to be strongly resisted. The people associated with this current have lost their faith in the higher struggle. They have been tempted by the Brahmanical reflexes and its allied power hierarchies. They have begun to like evanescent colors. Their actions do not reflect the message of Guru Nanak's transcendental journey: Nor do they flash any divine experience. Their state mirrors a schism between the mind and word. Declare that these people are false and they have disowned our panth. If they want to be owned by the Khalsa and they feel that there is still in them a secret of truth enunciated by Guru Nanak let them advance straight towards Khalistan otherwise they will be thrown into the dustpan of history.

Respected President Ji! After these few words with our nation we again address you. When we bid farewell to the world it will be a strange meeting of numerous contradictions. If we look at the world insightfully, the while world is in turmoil, a powerful turmoil. With an alien eye it may look to be a destructive development. It feels as if human peace and action were going through acute disturbance, but the people with intuition can see all this from a difference angle altogether.

The humankind's aspiration for freedom cannot be controlled in any system. Any effort to destroy this aspiration gets selfdefeated in history. We are witnessing the same happening in our times also.

The same passion for freedom burning like a flame in the depths of humankind gave birth to the great French Revolution. And then in the beginning of this century, we are watching the tumbling of the Tsarist regime that had become a symbol of terror and tyranny.

But whatever systems have been built up on the ruins of Tsarism, have not succeeded in fully preserving and understanding the rush and aspiration of human freedom. All these massive artifices are showing cracks. What an irony of our times that the same people who had raised our ancestors' flag of freedom became the murderers of freedom.

We are saying this with deep sorrow that the same lands where lakhs of people laid down their lives fighting the Nazis, toda are providing shelter to the murderers of the Sikhs. Wee mean the country of the great Tolstoy and Lenin, the Soviet Union and its East European allies, where the killers of hundreds of Sikh youth like Buta and Rebiero are taking shelter under the pretext of holding diplomatic responsibilities. But at the same time fresh winds of freedom blowing in these countries give us a hope that these countries will not remain safe shelters for these murderers of mankind. To us that time is not distant when the people of these countries will hand over these criminals to us so that the can be given their due in the court of the Khalsa.

The dark storm of oppression that is blowing over the Khalsa and the fire of tyranny that is burning it, must have touched at least a little, the soul of Lincoln, Emerson, Rouseau, Voltaire and Shakespeare because the people fighting for their freedom and sovereignty have the same blood flowing in their veins. But permit us to say that among the people of these great men's lands the urge to push their tradition is dying. Their spiritual values are drying up, they are unable to see the new sun shining in the land of Khalistan whose rays will also radiate the universe. We are hoping that they will accept the reality of Khalistan. We appeal to the United Nations to recognize the face of Khalistan so that the Khalsa nation can make historic contribution to the international peace and security according to the UN Charter, and may also help in building up their relations of tolerance and goodwill among India and its neighbors.

Honorable President Ji! We are going to look into the eyes of death because we believe that the flag of life's glory flies even in the face of death. Not only us, but our entire nation has taken birth from the art of keeping its head on its palm. The guns of evil will never frighten us.

In this era of betrayals we are going to meet our beloved in full faith and wholesomely. Our martyrdom will radiate only integration. We are feeling that martyrdom is a transcendence of all fears, greeds and obscene physical desires. The consciousness of the Khalsa is the most pure and luminous during the moments of martyrdom.

We have chosen the path of martyrdom so that the ever fresh face of the Khalsa and its unique glory can come into its own once again, and enlighten the whole world. In their eternal joy and grace the Gurus blessed us with a spark of their love. With that spark we are on full blossom. Our love for freedom has taken us to the state of cosmic equilibrium sahaja.

We have met our True Guru. The fairies of the eternal symphony have arrived to congratulate us with all their families at this momentous hour of meeting.

Martyrdom has a unique relish of its own. How wonderful is it beyond the material and ineffable emotions!

Please tell our nation not to be sorrowful. The sweet remembrance of, Guru Gobind Singh flows like a river in us. Please tell them that the stream of love of the Tenth Guru has already gushed forth in us. We are going towards the altar in higher peace and divine poise. We are riding a unique boat that the currents are unable to sink.

The maker has put together all the wood perfectly, O Nanak my Lord will not let even lakhs of sea currents sink the boat.

The Khalsa has upheld the belief that whenever death comes, accept it with joy. For this reason please tell all those warriors of the world bringing with the fire of freedom not to let go-mellow the challenge thrown by us. Let their bursting bullets become a lament on our death.

The rope of gallows is dear to us like the embrace our Lover but if we are condemned to be the prisoners of war, we will wish bullets to kiss the truth lurking in our breasts so that the sacred ground of Khalistan becomes more fertile with our warm blood. Long Live Khalistan!!!! We are restless to drink the pint of martyrdom of Khalistan. - Harjinder Singh
- Sukhdev Singh Enclosure: Atrocities perpertrated on the Sikhs:

Dear Rastrapati ji,

We are giving below the methods of torture, humiliation and atrocities used by your state against the Sikhs. These have been mentioned by the humanitarian organizations and individuals who hold prestige in their respective fields. These organizations and individuals are not seen directly or emotionally connected with our movement. They have been forced to write about the extreme violations of human rights of our people. We wish you to know and witness the continuous repression and atrocities perpetrated against the Sikhs by your army, paramilitary forces and the police. We are not presenting all this to you to win your sympathy, nor do we wish you repent by taking pity on us. In fact by situating you in this picture we want to have the verdict of the people of the world over the extent you have violated the UNO's Declaration on Human Rights, the Geneva Convention, and many other international treaties. We are mentioning below the violations and atrocities:

- To interrogate the Sikhs, a round log of wood is placed on their legs, and after putting heavy weight on the log it is rotated on the legs.

- Chillie powder is sprinkled in the eyes and sex organs of the Sikhs.

- Sikhs are hung upside down from the ceilings till they became unconscious.

- The body joints are battered.

- Electric shocks are administered to the genitals making most of the youth impotent

- Sikh women, during interrogation, are hurt in their sex organs. Filthy abuse is showered on them.

- Violence is inflicted on the parents in presence of their sons and daughters and vice-versa.

- Brothers are forced to beat sisters and vice versa. violence is inflicted on adult girls after stripping them naked and their sex organs are damaged. They are sexually assaulted, pregnancies are terminated of the expectant females

- Crotchets are pulled apart.

- The victims of inhuman violence are made to sit naked in winter, and under the sun in summer, kept sleepless for days in solitary cells.

- Sikhs are subjected to severe beatings and filthy abuse in the presence of their village folks.

- Dead bodies of Sikhs killed in fake encounters are not handed over to their parents to conceal marks of excessive violence.

- The state manipulates tailored post mortem reports from the doctors, and burns the dead bodies of the Sikhs after falsely declaring them unclaimed.

- All sorts of excesses are made on the parents of underground Sikh youths.

- Indiscriminant atrocities are committed on the parents of the underground youth of the area where some militant action takes place.

- Atrocities are committed without caring for one's age, health life or death. If some one luckily survives such brutal excesses, it is well and good But if one dies while under "interrogation", then such a dead body is taken out, pierced with some bullets, and a news item is sent that a dreaded terrorist has been shot dead in an encounter.

- Houses of underground Sikh youths are demolished, their belongings are looted, crops destroyed, their tube well motors are taken away, and they are prevented from sowing crops.

- Even animals of the families of underground Sikh youth are subjected to police anger. After summoning the families to the police station, villagers are told not to take care of the animals of the families of the underground youth. Generally the animals starve to death.

- False cases are registered against innocent sikh youths, later they are let off taking fat bribes.

- Reporters giving true reports are arrested, an undeclared censorship is imposed on them to stop them from exposing police atrocities.

- Peaceful protests by the Human rights organizations are prohibited.

- Press is used to launch vicious and false propaganda against the Sikhs.

- Hardened criminals are inducted into Sikh movement to help in arresting the Sikh revolutionaries and sabotage the movement. Such criminals are inducted to tarnish the fair name of the Sikh revolutionaries are now called the "Black Cats" in the Punjab. Under SSP Izhar Alam, such criminal gangs were named the "Alam Sena." Besides, such police sponsored bands of criminals also operated under the name of Panthic Tiger Force and "Red Brigade." The director general of the police himself admitted about the "Black Cats" bands. In his interview to the India Today on Sept. 15, 188, KPS Gill had announced without an iota of shame that the security forces in Punjab cannot do anything without the help of secret bands (Black Cats).

- Thousands of innocent pilgrims, children, females, aged people, who got encircled in the Golden Temple during Operation Bluestar were made to die through starvation and thirst. The whole of Punjab was converted into a vast jail by clamping curfew on the entire area. The army bulletin branded all Amritdhari Sikhs as terrorists.

- Indian army desecrated the Gurdwaras and committed such atrocities on the Sikhs that even the soul of Ahmed Shah Abdali might have felt ashamed of.

- The targets of army guns were none else but religious persons, devotees, pilgrims, ladies, old people, children or some militants whom the indian government deemed as terrorists.

- No neutral observer was allowed to take stock of the situation.

- The injured during the attack on the Golden Temple were subjected to extreme partiality. Whereas every assistance and facility was made available to the injured army personnel, there was no such provision for the wounded belonging to the other side.

- The number of prisoners taken was rather small. There is ample scope for doubt that the Indian army had thought it better to eliminate the thousands of people seized in the Golden Temple instead of taking them prisoners or having to provide them with medical assistance.

- No need was felt to perform religious rites for the dead pilgrims and devotees.

- Before consigning the dead bodies to flames, no effort was made to identify them. No relatives were informed.

- No dead bodies were handed over to the next of kin. In such a situation only the dead or those wishing to be dead could be present at the last rites.

- All dead bodies were placed in heaps and then consigned to flames. IT was never insured that among the dead there could also be some Muslim devotees. To cremate is against the tenets of Islam.

- No need was felt to give a list of the dead to the Red Cross or any other International Agency.

- Despite such atrocities, no commission was appointed to go into this dark episode. Even the Britishers, the foreign rulers, had cared to appoint the Hunter commission to inquire into the Jallianwalla Massacre which was of a much less magnitude on the other hand. The Indian government, on the other hand, took all steps to hide the excesses of the army.

The hearing began in the case of General Vaidiya's murder. On Aug. 10th, 1985, Harjinder Singh "Jinda" and Sukhdev Singh "Sukha", gunned down General Vadiaya after his retirement from the Indian army. General Vadiya was the Chief of the Indian Army who ordered the attack on the holiest of the holy shrines at Amritsar and elsewhere in Punjab during 1984 operations. On Oct. 9, 1992, Sukhdev Singh "Sukha" and Harjinder Singh "Jinda" were hanged until death in Puna Jail.

Monday, November 27, 2006

When HE doen't want?

Ek baar 10th ke half yearly chal rahe the, toh humein by order of Punjab School Education Board Social Study kaa subject hindi mein padhay jane kaa decision hua. I was scholarly weak in hindi, so before the xam I was not able to remember anything, as the term used in civics n geography got over my head, Next day main school gaya ke mere aage jo baithta hai usey aata ho aur main usse cheat kar sakoon. Toh jaisa ke xpected tha I could not understand anything writen in the question paper. So I juss asked the person in front of me whether he knows anything, He said yes. It made me happy that I will be able too score something and pass the exam. But jaise jaise exam pass ho raha tha woh kuch dikha nahi raha tha aur bahut tez tez likh raha tha. Main thoda darr gaya aur uth ke dekha toh woh banda chit leke aaya tha aur usse dekh dekh ke likh raha tha. So I asked him ke yaar mujhe woh woh chit dede jo jo tumne use kar leen hain, usne kaha theek hai and he tried to pass the chit over to me aur uske haath bench se takra gaya aur uske haath se slip gir gayee. Teacher asked me ke what is that i told him i donot know anything. He checked me from top to bottom. No slip was found. But raman the man in front of me was sweating so teacher asked him to get and also checked him. uske pass se chit mil gayee aur woh fass gaya. He father was called next day and Raman was insulted in the assembly of the school. I to the day thank GOD that he saved me but feel for raman that he got into trouble. but that is what HE wanted.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Can I Weep?

Literally for last 4-5 day's i have not wept in front of anybody but the frustration of universities not replying to my application till now has got into my mind and some kind of weakness or mental fragility is creeping into me. The problem is that for last 5 months I has not made any progress and papa also keep's on enquiring whether they have given there nod or not and I keep answering in NO. They will approve my application for sure but if they could do it now that would have given me the time to prepare myself and also to think on what I am going to do?


Punjabi Boliyan - Punjabi Maa Boli Daa Shingaar

Boliyan is the ornament of our mother tongue Punjabi. The more we "The Custodian's of our mother tongue" keep them alive, Punjabi will shine for that much longer. Here I am making a effort on my behalf to kee the tradition of punjabi boliyan going with a collection of some of the finest from the heartland of PUNJAB "Malwa".

Pehli Boli Os Parmatama de Naam dee,

Ho bai pehla nanv guru da dhiye,
jis ne jagat banaya,
bai bhant bhant de phul saza ke sohna jagat rachaya,
bai kade kise di kahi ni karda, krda jo man aayea
bai bolian pao mittro sir satgur di chhayea, bai boliyan pao mitro.

1. Pinda vicho pind sunida pind sunida Chauke,
Bapu ne munda padan bhejyea, padh k lagu patwari,
Pind vicho di langdi c ik ROADWAYS di laari,
Urley pindo ohh c charda, parley pindo kudi kuwari,
Mundey ne fir padna ki c, Lag gayi ISHQ di bimari,

2. Ik Hath Kitaab Dujey hath Saleat,
Roki Veh Bullet Walea,
Veh Mein Ho gayi ,
College Nu Late.

3. Assin Han Munde Bhatindey wale sidhe jahe,
Jande Karan Padhayeaan,
Kudi sade to ik na fassi,
Lokan Ne Lakh Fassaiyan.

4. CHANDIGARH Wale Keh Dinde Ne,
Bhatindey waley ne Sangde,
Unjh Bhaven Saade Kolon BANDA Marva lo,
Par KUDI Agge Bull ne Kambde.

5. Sadey Rang Fikey Paigey,
Hor Kisey De rang Ch Rang hogi,
Hun Hora De Breaslet Fit aage,
Sadi WAng Tang Hogi,
Hora Naal Jaa Key Pive Coka Cola,
Sadi Vaari Khang Hogi
Hora naal hogi eni Frank kudie,
sadi vaari sang h ogi.
Tenu mil geya GADDI wala,
Hun Sada BULLET di seat TANG hogi.

6. ghorhi ghorhi ni bhabie bharind rangie
punn khatt la bana de jodi, ni bhabie bharind rangie.

7. sun ni kudiye nachan waliye
nachde na sharmaiye
ni haan diyan nu haan payara
haan bina na laiye
ho bin tali na sajda gidda
tali khub vajaiye
ni kudiye haan diye
khich ke boliyaan paiye kudiye haan diye.

8.chharha chharha na kar ni kurhie vekh chharhe naal la ke,
ni chharha tan tere bhande manjo,
hoooooo ni chharha tan tere bhande manjo,
rakhdu ain chamka ke, ni daal rinn ke ragdo cahttni,
hoooooo ni daal rinn ke ragdo cahttni, deo mithia rotian la ke,
beh ji peerhe te suit badami pa ke, behji peerhe te.

9. chhare chhare naa akho loko, chhare badhe gunkari
naa chhareyan de phodhe phinciyan
naa hi koi bimari
desi gheo de khaan parathe
desi gheo de khaan parathe
naal murge di tarkaari
saadi chhareyan di
duniya te sardari.

10. radke radke bai oh ghar chadea da ,
hoooooooo bai oh ghar chadea da jithe sheesha mochna khadke,
bai pehli satte datt khull jande, hoooooo bai pehli satte datt khull jande,
lagde meet nu tadke,
bai jhutta surga da lai la chubare chadd ke, bai jhuta surga da.

11. arni arni bai engg college de munde suni de jihna nu kise da darr nai,
bai pure mast malang ne vehle na aakarh kise di jarni,
bai bin kapi tu collge aonde kehnde pepara di fikar ni karni,
bai waheguru aape mehr karoga taion lagde gura de charni,
bai saal bhawe wadh lag je, par degree madak naal karni, bai saal bhawe wadh lagje.

12. hooooo bai bari barsi khattn geya si khatt ke liandi chikli,
bai mitra da mache kalja, ho bai mitra da mache kalja,
kudi ban ke sarron da phul nikli bai mitra da mache kalja.

13. aari aari aari
muda mere rove aaamb nu, tu kada patwari
ladooan nu chit karda
ladooan nu chit karda, teri ki mundeya sardari
mela soosa da kar le gabrooya tyari
mele vich bheedh badhi
tu sol jehi ik naari
jedh vekhe ghoor ghoor k
tere sir soohi phulkari
aakh vich tel pe gaya
akh vich tel pe gaya tutt pene ne jalebi maari.

14. pinda vichon pind sunida pind sunida patti
bayi othe di ik naar sunidi
othon di ik naar sunidi balle
othon di ik naar sunidi
gal karn de 15 laindi kol bein de 25
shaunki maa peyan ne
munde patan nu rakhi
shaunki maapeyan ne munde patan nu rakhi.

15. bai ajj kall munde chadd ke chaadre yankey jeana poande,
bai chadd ge ne oh dudh ghio peena,
hoooo bai chadd ge ne oh dudh ghio peena adhie nu muh laonde,
bai chadd ke jugni mahie tappe,hooooo bai chhadd ke jugni mahie tappe,
ikko hi ratt loande munde college de disco tootian goande munde college de.

16. bai bari barsi khatan geya si bai barrrrri barsi,
bai khatt ki liandi Maggy, bai ajj kall di tan padai vekh lo,
hoooooo bai ajj kall di tan padai vekh lo bas fashion joggi reh gi,
bai munde bane ne bhaie phirde, hooooooooo bai munde bane ne bhaie phirde,
pagg cheere wali sir ton leh gi, bai gutt kale naag wargi kall nayee di dukaan te reh gi.

17. ik kaato kiker tae chaddeee ,
ik kaato bhangrae which vajdee,
ik kaato kudi phull wargeee
sada badda mooh jiha kardee,
katto mitran d university which pardee.

18. hooooooo amli de larh la ti na maye bahuti e bhuki khanda,
ni ik khanda kali nagni,hooooo ik khanda kali nagni nale daru kadhda,
ni police tan ehnu fadn a gayiee,
hoooooo ni police tan ehnu fadn a gayiee heth sdookan vrhda,
main keha munshi ji eh tan chuhe fadhda main keha munshi ji.

19. hooooooooooooo aari aari aari ,kudi mere nal pad di,
kudi mere nal pad di ,ohnu akhh mitran ne mari,
gora rang dudh warga,
gora rang ohda dudh warga , lagdi bahut pyari ,
bai mitran ne patt laini, jihdi kudian te sardari.

20. aari aari aari heth barote de daatan kare kuaari,
uthon di pain kaniian ohne aakh mitraan nu maari,
baalo aag wargi meehah painde wich thaari.

21. nee main ta tainu len aagiya,
tun war behndi khoonje,
ne kalle BABBU da chit ne lagda,
sunni haveli goonje,
ne kehra mere bhande maanjoo, kaun vehre nun hoonje.
le ke jaoonga, moti bag diye koonje........le ke jaonga.

22. Kore kore soone da mein tikka kadhauni aan (2)
Vich pawauni cheer Bibi Nandee,
Sadee naa pasand tera veer bibi Nandee.

23. aalaaeee, aalaaeeee, alaaeee
veh coca cola piya de mitra,
merae cha ne keetae bul kalae,
terae sang padnae nu,
chadae 14vee de paper vichalae,
raat velae kandha tapd.
dinae dardee tapan to naalae,
das terae kee lagdae
Kundeeyan Muchan wallae.

24. ho vari varsi khattan gaya c khat ke layandi roon,
mitran ne pauna bhangra paa boliyan kada keh dar nu tu,
mitran ne pauna bhangra ho.

25. ni college de vich lai le dakhle bass ik tere mare,
ni passa vatt ke lngh je kol,
hooooooo ni passa vatt ke lngh je kol di husn diye sarkare,
ni kyon tadfaoni e la de gall kinare ni kyon tadfoani e.

26. teri maa badi kupati
mainu paan na dendi jutti
mein vi jutti paani hai
mundiya tu raazi reh ya rus'e
teri maa khadkaani hai.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Long Live Punjab, Punjabi and Punjaabiat

In early 90's my father was posted at Power Supply Station at Bhucho Mandi, Hotbed of outlaw's (Neighbouring Village Poohla was so called Headquarter) during bad days. I had seen the exchange of fire between forces and the outlaw's from inside the PSEB colony in the fields outside. I was brouht up in happy way, us being a joint family so that was not my kind of Punajb and it made me sad .. Then I penned down my thoughts in the form of these line's..

Kee hoya mere punjab nu, punj dareyaawan de aab nu,
jithe sundee c awaaz wanjhli dee, othe kyon goliyaan chaleeyan ne,
koi aake mirchaan vaaro ve, ehnu keehdeeyan nazaran lageeyan ne,

then rest of the lines came after all the dust settled and normalcy returned.

Kujh samay layee hoyee c bandh wanjhli dee awaaz kudey,
hun lagda fer ton ho geya mera punjab abaad kudey,
hun trinjanee charkhe chalde ne, kudiyan jhurmaat paundeeyan ne,
hun fer ton judeeyan nanad-bharjayeeyan mahiye tappe gaundeeyan ne,
gabru mele janey nu, hun fer ton hai gadde nu shingaarda,
mele jatt aaunda hai, dubara bann turle wali damame marda,
hun waderey fer saathan wich behndey ne, sundey khabran votan vich jit haar deeyan,
naale seef deeyan baajeeyan kheddey ne, karde gallan ghar baar deeyan,
hath jod arjoyee karda, malka chauke wala preet ve,
rakheen bachake ehnu jag kolon, lagan naa nazaran sansar deeyan.

Long Live Punjab, Punjabi and Punjaabiat. These lines are my tribute to the "Never Say Die " spirit of Punjabis.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Imran Ahmad Khan Niazi - Essence of Living & how do I connect to Him.

"The man who live on their own conditions and values they leave a defining mark on history." Never had I seen a person like Legendry Imran khan who has left a mark in every field he has entered. Be it a cricket field or the doldrums of politics and it can be chariy work through cancer hospital. He has handled the issue of divorce with gorgeous Jemima Khan or the case when he was accused of ball tempering by the Sir Ian Botham with immaculate accuracy. Never had I been influenced so much by the oratory power's of a person as by Khan saab. He still takes the name of his ex-mistress with same respect and dignity as he does before. Once he quoted a punjabi shayar and till date I remember those line's "Kuch shehar de lok v zaalim san, Kuch sanu v Maran daa shauq c." Translation " Somewhat people were also crazy, somewhat we also wanted to die". Whatsoever I had seen in my life, I had come to learn to learn that nothing can beat you if you are chasing your dream's. When he says " I dream, Therefore I Am.", when you hear tthis from him you come to know about the stature of a personality. You know why Imran Khan is what he is. Once labelled a casanova, is now considered a uncrowned king and only hope of Pakistan. People who live in Majhi(Past) can never enjoy there present and improve there future. When I came to my Enggineering college, I was child at my heart, enjoyment was my purpose and I lived for it and continue to live. I was a child with no Asool's(principle's) but I came across strong breed of people who tied there live's with this principle's which inevitably I also started to do under there influence. i am not against priciple's but i never got to know secret behind principle's(People never matched to them). I lost my innocence due to all this thing. I have done manything's wrong because i followed footsteps which were not mine's. I completely lost track off myself, which I am thankful as it gave a lesson to me early into my life, As Ritul Ranjan's status says "It is better to fail in originality thann to succeed in immitation." I will continue to run, chase my dreams and develop a sense of connectivity. That what I am seeing Imran Khan do for last 10 years.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Flight of My Dream's

When I wake up everyday, there is a dream in my eyes. Then doing day dreaming I take a flight to my city of dreams, I am seated in the plane working on the novel on which I started working nearly a year back.. with a lust for having a home in the space .. then I land up at the airport where my seniors pick me up. they take me to the university tour.. then i settle down in my regular life murmuring "Jatt Aa Geya America" .. working part time to earn for myself. Then after hard work of two years I settle into a Job where I earn enough for myself and myself. I then joins the Illusturious Hollywood. I work there and learn about newer aspects of art. Then nearly when I am 30 I take a plunge back into India. And if anybody breaks my dream now, Saunh Rabb jee karda hai ohda gatta lah deyaan. I come back and first thing I receive is the acolades for my Novel. Then I starts farming in the lush green lands of PUNJAB where I work on my dream of having a big orchard which should be fully grown by me, I could not just stop smiling by thinking of that scene when I would be dancing and driving on Blue Ford in my farms and a Punjaban Jatti will be bringing lunch for me on her Head and dressed in a yellow and red amidst the Lehlehatee Peeli Sarson. Then it could not get better When I have a blue-eyed daughter who comes rushing towards me hearing the sound of my ford when I arrives from farms to take a small ride. At the sametime I am associated with the development of punjabi movie and music industry with houghts I am harbouring these day's for the upliftment and spreading my Punjabi Virasaat everywhere. I would be working in the movies as a actor, director and script writer(It could be in a many more ways also) .. wake up folks it's time too sleep again, Life is not Fairytale until you Dream Daily.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Will be Right Back

These day's owing to the great pressure of securing admission in some post graduation college, Blogging activity on my part will be least. I will try my best to post some relevant posts, but I am running against time for spring semesters. Anyway Is there any official news on time number of questions in this years CAT examination.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

15 August "Every Indian Nascence"

After celebrating 15 of August for last 22 year's with nonchalance this year it seems to be different. The difference is made by none other than the sleeping giant of India, The Common Man. In an unprecedented way the whole country rose when injustice was done in the Jessica Lall murder case. People took to the streets and the whole effort bore fruit. This incident after a long time made me feel stronger and reinstated my beleif in the Power of Common Man. Now this kind of awareness is needed to take our country forward and in real terms to bring back the common Indian from the depth's of misery. Now similar kind of aggresion is solicited from the people of this great nation to stand up against the Big MNC's like cola companies who are selling poison under the garb of cold drink. It is one of the many problems which are staring at us. I would not like to go to those problems here. But a another cultural crisis is what I would like to bring the attention. We Indian's (especially Punjabi's) are proud of the heritage we have. But recently a global trend is setting in which Punjabi's (which are known worldwide for there hardwork, dedication and there fighting abilities) are constantly being getting known as Nachaar's (dancer's). Although celebration and dancing is the integral part of our life but this is not the thing for which we should be known. We are turning our face away from the hard work. So this is my request each and everyone concerned to help in trying to restore back the dignity to our community.

Rest apart this the time to celebrate the awakening of The Common Man. My heartfelt congratulations to all the Indian's on the day which should be known as "Great Indian Awankening". I may reside anywhere, but my soul will always be here.


Sunday, August 06, 2006

Love Lost

Love for someone can be a spiritual thing, for somebody an eternal feeling, somebody take it as a wastage of time while other's think it as a another form of lust. While for me it has turned out to be a mixture of everything and another additional thing I lost was a close friend(I have always been short on them). I was never able to get my priorties right. It when I now review myself was a sudden rush of blood which gave fuel to the already burning fire which could have eventually have turned into High rising flames. I was never ready for the responsibilty that I was trying to Take upon myself. I have learnt it hard way that everything is not for everyone. But before getting into serious relationaship I think one should always look for whether The One is the person who could take it upon thyself the responsibilty of celebrating the success of other person or sharing the sorrow's which other one has while fighting with failures. I have serously found myself short of having all these qualities which are truly required to keep the relationship moving, I have seen myself as variable from being a over enthusiastic lover to a pale n bored listener. I was never able to give the time when it was seriously required. Actually to sum up all the confusion I never valued a relation which should have been of utmost importance to me. After all the thinking which has gone into my decision of walking out of the relationship the best thing that I have done is that I have been true to myself. I expressed my heart out which was also appreciated from the other end. I was freed from the shackles in which I was tying both of us, I got a fresh breathe and the other end was open again to get back in the business of finding another suitable end to tie the knot. In the end I got a new friend a more refreshing, understanding and caring. AAKHIR WOH BHI KABHI HAMARE THE. Anyway straight from the heart " base of any true relation in this whole wide world should be none other than love".
Is there anyone out there to read my heart?
"aaj fir dil hai kuch udaas udaas,
jaane kyun ek mayusi si chhayi hai,
aaj fir palkon pe pani hai,
bheer mein hoon fir kyun ye tanhai hai."
Will be right back with The Vir Sanghvi.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Sikh? Big Question.

Here Are Some Quotes From Some Political Wigwigs...

" To preserve the unity of India, if we have to eradicate 2-crore [ 20 millions ] Sikhs, we will do so. (Balram Jhakhar, a colleague of P.V. Narsimharao, the former Indian Prime Minister)

" The Sikhs are a lawless people and a menace to the law abiding Hindus ... The [Government] should take strict measures against them." (Pandit Nehru, Indian Prime Minister, on Sikhs)

"Kya main taqat dushman (the enemy -the Sikhs) ke haath main de dun (How can I entrust power into the hands of the enemies)." (Jawahar Lal Nehru, 1961)

" I hate the very physique of a Sikh because of the turban and beard. " (Vallabh Bhai Patel, late Indian top politician)

"I don't give a damn if the Golden Temple and whole of Amritsar are destroyed, I want Bhindranwale dead." (Indira Gandhi, Indian Prime Minister, communicating with Gen. Vaidya during "Operation Blue Star")

"We have broken the back of the Sikhs and we will get them elsewhere." (M. M. K. Wali, Indian Foreign Secretary, June 7, 1984, Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, Radio 740, As It Happens)

"Let us teach these bastards (the Sikhs) a lesson." (Rajiv Gandhi, October 31, 1984)

"... a threat to the villagers that all males would be killed and their women taken to army camps to breed a new race if there was any militant activity in their village." (Brig. R. P. Sinha, Indian Army, March 8, 1991)

"You do not know the might of our armed forces. We will eliminate 10,000 Sikh youths and the world will know nothing about it." (Chander Shekhar, former Prime Minister of India, CK, 21st October, 1991)

All the above quotes has been made by some heavyweights at some point of time right from the time after our independence. Well my sole aim is to quote them as most of us are not knowing these facts. My question basically is HOW IS A RELIGION AND OUR COMMUNITY ( WE SIKHS ) ARE SUPPOSED TO REACT TO ALL THESE QUOTES? AFTERALL WE CANNOT BE SPECTATORS TO ALL THESE THINGS WHEN SOMEONE IS MALIGNING OUR UNDOUBTABLE INTEGRITY TOWARDS OUR MOTHERLAND? This point is open for discussion and me waiting for it to happen? Comments awaited.

Sat sri akal to all of you. I want to comment on certain things. I have seen some of the guys(From all quaters and walks of life, from RSS personels to qualified and well read(I doubt if they are) engineers) repeatdly saying Sikhs as part of Hindus or extended arms of Hindus. Let me make you guys 1 thing clear if Sikhism was to be the arm of Hinduisim, Sri Guru Nanak Devji would never had formed this sacred faith and please stop labelling us as allies of Hindus and Muslims. Ours is a faith which has got its stability by its own. We have fought for our identity from the era of Sri Guru Gobind Singhji to the massacare of 84 and we are surviving thanks to the brave soldiers of the Punjabi Motherland. One more thing I would like to add here is that I read someone sayin Sikhs are more in numbers in the Indian Army than Muslims. Here is a fact: Before independence out of the total number of freedom fighters hanged to death for independence, 80%(without any source but a generally accepted) of them were SIKHS WHY? just because we are allies to Hindus. Answer is Big NO, because we are ones who the bravest of the all in the way that we always take it upon ourselves to save and die for our motherland. and then take Kargil war same situation there again, Sikh regiment was the one who fought on the fought on the forefront borders and took the bullets on their chests rather on the back dying as cowards, Is it because we are somebody's ally? Answer is again Roaring No, Although we account 2% for the total population of India, yet count the martyrs till the date you will get the answer? and nobody should doubt the caliber of sikhs somebody was seen Condemning the Sikh PM( Dr. Manmohan Singh), Read his "Resume". See his Credentials before commenting. Instead of doubting him, He should be labelled as the Saviour of This Nation, otherwise till now we like Pakistan would have been looking towards America for financial aid so that we could eat. None of the Nehru and Gandhian family or for that matter any other politician has for studied that much till now? Whether it is Rajiv Gandhi, Indiara Gandhi, Rahul gandhi and their genious Priyanka Gandhi couldn't even make in to HOME SCIENCE in some college in Delhi!
The whole point of presenting my side of whole issue is not to downplay any other Religion or Community but is to make a point Why it is we at whom the finger(gun) is pointed towards? For many people this would a point to think upon, but for us it's a question of our dignity and holding our head high?

Now the Big Question, If despite all our sacrifices for our motherland, we are labeled as rebels then there is big hole in the system?

People who Attacked Darbar Sahib (Golden Temple) Have not lived More Than 153 Days.
Name____________attacked________lived upto

Massa rangarh___03-08-1740______02-01-1741
(153 days)
Yahia Khan______13-11-1746______13-04-1747
(153 days)
Jahan Khan______18-01-1757______19-06-1757
(153 days)
Ahmad Shah______05-02-1762______08-07-1762
(153 days)
Indira Gandhi___01-06-1984______31-10-1984
(153 days)

We know only way to get of trouble and make this world hear loud and clear.

It's Harpreet Singh signing off on a High Note.

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Mesmerising Kajol

"She could mesmerize an audience by the sheer force of his presence". I cann't think of anything better to start off. Well for last sometime definitely from the day I saw Fanaa there has hardly been a day when i had not once thought of Kajol. The elegance and at the same time with simplicity n innocence with which she played a role of mother to child Rehaan ... was simply commendable. That image of her taking something of refrigerator and walking in sleepers wearing salwaar suit has been etched in my heart. She had again brought spark back to the salwaar suit. And mind you I am not looking like a 22 year guy only.. it is 6 year, 22 year and 50 year old all rolled into one. That song with child Rehaan(Chandu ke chacha ne) was a true tribute to a mother's spirit. Now what is ransacking my mind is the question that how could one be so real on screen. My conviction could only tell me that one has to be like that in real life to be real on silver screen. Well is that the ideal lady me is aspiring for? Me feeling light now.
"Think Kajol, Think Emotions"

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Delhi vs Rest

Thought about "Apni Delhi" competing with rest of the metros is crossing my mind for some days.. First Delhi has the headstart from other cities it being a national capital. rest for the time being, comparing the infrastructure Delhi is almost No.1 in the country, if any doubts, that will be laid to rest by the time commonwealth games arrive in 2010. A big chunk of infrastructure is going to be added to Delhi... most of the road's( which already are of high quality) will be relaid on cement base as said by Delhi government. Hotel industry will be the biggest gainer. A lot of new hotel's will come up to accomodate the tourists. The biggest problem that will be solved will be of water, more water treatment plants will come up, helping in solving Delhi's biggest problem. Metro has made the public transport system of Delhi No. 1 in the country. Rest all the cleanup is being done by MCD by cleaning up illegal buildings, only if human rights commision can keep away. Traffic problem is almost solved with the help of flyovers, where it still exists, according to me flyovers are coming there. Big shopping malls are coming up. another problem being faced by all metros (bombay, calcutta , bangalore) is that of congestion, which thankfully will not affect Delhi. As around Delhi -NOIDA, Gurgaon, Faridabad, Ghaziabad- are coming up as habitat for the people working in Delhi. Rest I think the biggest advantage Delhi has over other cities is that it has got a rich culture and heritage to take care of which all other metros devoid off or possess in small quantities. Another major improvement will be seen on the Indra Gandhi Internatinal Airport which will be completely renovated, as it will prove to be a entry pont in INDIA for the foreigners.Prosperity of Delhi is represented in the survey done recently which stated Delhi's per capita income to be more than double of the national average, highest in the country. On the security front also delhi has not been a soft target as our some other distinguished metros. If there are any doubts then that should be laid to rest as the BCCI has given the right to host the Grand Finale of the 2011 cricket world cup to Delhi.
As proved by a recent survey conducted by a national magazine Delhi's people are the politest one( Mumbai being crowned as the rudest one). Though this survey has been tarnished by celebrities residing in Bombay they have voiced their opinion against it and being celebrities their views has been aired by the news channels. Anyway it's the common people who represents the city or state not the celebrities(I think so). I take my hat off to this Delhite's never say die spirit and there effort to rise time and again from the rubble. Whether it was Ahmed shah Abdali or Pakistan's stabbing in the back... Delhi has always rose and shone. It has never been engulfed by the feeling coming out of word "mine". Though we are proud of our acheivements, but we always welcome the guests with opens arms, "aur unhein apne rang mein rang lete haan yaa unke rang mein rang jaate haan." (something mumbaikar's shiv sainiks and tamilians have failed to do). Here students coming from north south east west are never attacked nor will be.
"Wake up Delhi, A bright morning is beckoning you"
With this I will be like to sum up. Will meet you with another posting.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Poetry Beyond Age

Seena Gham Se Bojhal Ho Aur Yaad Kissi Ki Aati Ho
Tab Kamre Mein Band Ho Jana Aur Chhup ke Chhup ke Ro Lena

Jab Aankhein Bheegi Hon Jaayein Aur yaad Mein Meri Bhar Aaayen
Phir Khud Ko Dhoka Mat Dena Aur Chhup ke Chhup ke Ro lena

Jab Palkein Karab Se Mondi Hon Aur sab Samjhein Tum Sote Ho
Tab Moun Par Takiya Rakh Lena Aur Chhup ke chhup ke Ro Lena

Yeh Duniya Zaalim Duniya Hai, Yeh baat Buhat Phelay Gi
Tum Sab Ke Saamne Chup Rehna Aur Chhupke chhupke Ro Lena

Jab Baarish Chehra Dho Daale Aur Ashk Bhi Boondein Lagti Hon
Who Lamha Har giz Mat Khona Aur Chhup ke Chhup ke Ro Lena

best part of this poem is that some lady named Bhawna replied by sayin

padh ke tere shabdo ko, yaadon mein tanhai ghir aayee...
yadon ko sanjotey hue..chupke chupke me ro aayee...

another one from bhawna....

gham-e-zindagi mein saath tera aisa hai
sooni raat mein chaand jaise chamaktaa hai

apni aankhon ko uthaa kar dekh to zaraa ek baar
iss jahan se uss jahan tak, ho jaenge hum paar

madhosh ho kar machal jaataa hun
soch kar tujhko apney khayaaalo mein

rukh pey tere nashaa yun hai,
nahi jo mey {sharaab} ke pyaalon mein

uthaa kar nakaab, ek deedaar phir sey karaa de
bujhti hui shamaa ko ek baar phir se jalaaa de...

another one

chupa kar laye thi jo tere liye..
chup kar jo aaye thi milne tujse...
khuli ankhon mein sanjoye hue..behisaab khoobsurat sapney bhi they...
ankahey shabdon mein liptey hue, mere kuch ehsaaas bhi they...
langh kar pathar ke darwazon ko..
tod kar na janey kitni bediyon ko...
hathon mein apney thaam ke..layee thi tere liye...
dil se apney.. kuch dhadkaney chura laayee thi..
tujhse jo mein pehli dafaa milne aayee thi...

any comments on these budding poets

From Kanupriya

"Kanupriya" An unknown to me has sent me the following mail. I wish if she could have posted it on my blog.... with her due consent I am putting it up here. With No Editing

"i like the way u expressed ur inner turmoil thru ur every writing ... but i sumhow dont agree wth the way u think... as in its a sad ending, somewat complainig a lament , a remorse kind of thing, but i think watever hapens , gud or bad hapens for a reason if its bad then its for our learning.... its the way one look at things happening... otherwise i really appreciate the way u pen downed and expressed wats in ur mind."

this is first wholesome reaction to my blog. other's also read ... ut this lady is first one to try to understand that why i write not what i write. Though I am in complete disagreement with him.
This is a tribute to all my initial readers... to my mentor who keeps me pushing for writing....

Saturday, July 22, 2006

An Ode to "The Mother"

This is not the original work. But it Simply touched my heart.

1. When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. you thanked her by crying all the night.
2. When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.You thanked her by running away when she called.
3. When you were 3 years old, she made all your mealswith love. You thanked her by tossing your plate onthe floor
4. When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons. You thanked her by coloring the dinning roomtable.
5. When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays. You thanked her by looping into the nearestpile of mud
6. When you were 6 years old, she walked you into school. You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING
7. When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball. You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor window
8. When you were 8 years old, she handed you an icecream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
9. When you were 9 years old, she paid for pianolessons. You thanked her by never even bothering to practice it.
10. When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day,from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party afteranother. You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
11. When you were 11 years old, she took you and yourfriends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in the different row
12. When you were 12 years old, she warned you not towatch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house
13. When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
14. When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
15. When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
16. When you were 16, she taught you how to drove her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
17. When you were 17, she was expecting an important call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night
18. When you were 18, she cried at your school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
19. When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags. You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of you friends.
20. When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone. You thanked her by saying "It's none of your business".
21. When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future. You thanked her by saying "I don't want to be like you".
22. When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation. You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
23. When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment. You thanked her by telling your friend it was ugly.
24. When you were 24, she met your fiancé and asked about your plans for the future. You thanked her by glaring and growling, "Muuhh-ther, please!"
25. When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
26. When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby. You thanked by telling her, "Things are different now."
27. When you were 40, she called to remind you of a relative's birthday. You thanked her by saying you were "really busy right now."
28. When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
29. And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did, came crashing down like thunder on your heart.


"My Childhood"

Me writin after a long time could not get time to post ... actually gud news for me. Should I break it out? A stranger, now well wisher from Nawanshaher, Punjab has asked me about my phone number as he wants to talk to me.... actually he said i write very well.... That is an acheivement....

Me for some days was thinking about my childhood days when we children with innocent smiles used to play King Queen on our self annointed Trafalgar Square of our thermal colony. Those times when I being a tall guy was a part of the gang of my seniors. They used to treat me as a novice in their group, they talked in code language like when young girl was coming from the temple they used to say that "yaar chalo mandir se mata ka parsad aa raha hai". and when I tried to enquire they used to say ke "tu ruk tere naam ka bhee bhog lagwa denge". I used to smile that they think I am fool but i understand everything.

Then that whole night planning for next day's cricket game against the team of Subordinate's Children team. I will be fighting with Monty bhaiya that give me opening slot as I can get the team to a flier. Then after sometime we revolted against seniors and threw them out of the team for they could not do anything as they were few in number.

Then I developed that image of a sober and sweet boy in the colony among aunties. My mom would tell me that some aunty praised me about my manners. (from my childhood I touch the feet of any elder and I will never shout or abuse in front of elders and I do it conciously). It hold's till now. They wanted that there children should remain in my company. Then that times when my mom would be shouting from the gate at ten in the night that come and have your dinner. Papa used to scold that why only playing, no studies? Cann't forget that night's scolding I got for playing cricket match during my 8th's state board exam finals.

Then that times when my late grandmaa (We with respect used to call him "bebe") used too scold my papa that why is he shouting at me ... "what if babbu has done something wrong... I didn't see his face after so many prayers for this day". Once papa scolded me in the morning, and went to the office and after he left my dadi packed my clothes and left for our village and warned my mother not to call papa till we got the bus. Then like every child those stories of raja rani cann't get out of mind. Then once I got our tractor in a awkward position from a height(on a high sand dume) it's one tyre was hanging in air. I fled leaving the tractor in the hanging condition then my elder uncle( chacha) got hold of me and made me to take tractor out of that condition... he slapped me and told me fact of life that nobody is going too get you out of trouble in life. It is you who has to help yourself.

Then the best thing that has happened to me is my fights with my sister (nimmi). That little fights (she used to beat and slap me) made me mild and mellow. I have never spoken in high volume to any lady till now. I did do some commenting in the college life. But I think I lost my way in the college. Once my father told me one that "There should be atleast one sister, as without her man does not know how to respect the God's another face(Women)." “I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection and mother's love.” Then as a youngster I used to write something till my 12th. I find solace in expressing myself through pen. I dream to be a great writer one day. People should remember me through my pen not sword.

These tokens of love and advice are what define my whole life till now. I can sacrifice everything I have today If somebody can return me my Childhood.

" Koi lauta woh de woh barish ka paani....."

In the end I will like to pay my homage to all the people who lost their invaluable lives in the serial blasts in Mumbai Blasts. With a prayer n my lips that may their souls rest in peace and May Lord help by giving them a place in heaven and from now on making this world a peaceful place that I once dreamt while sleeping with my bebe under the stars. "SALAAM BOMBAY"

Lehra Mohabaat - To me it means "Waves of Love"

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Busy Times

Ohhh today I checked I have not written for last 20 dayz or so... well i have been surprisingly busy with some social gatherings. First it was marriage of my friend Abhishek Vimal's sister. Ahhh... I danced there too my heart's content. Satisfied. Then a One day trip too Amritsar Sahib and wagah border was beautiful one. Well The Golden temple was as beautiful as ever. But the trip too wagah was a energising one . After a long time a wave of country love crossed my heart. Well then a family marriage was there and i was beautiful... but actually i ran out of energy... too keep me going... The time at home was getting difficult to get through. I was alone, No companions. Then these academics are not going to leave me I think so. Now with a eye on time I have rush through my GRE n TOEFL exam's. May God bless me with success . I wish if this urgency could have creeped into me much earlier.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Learning Curves

Dard samet ke sare jahan ke,
Jab kuch naa ban saka to mera dil bana diya.
All through the last 20 days I have been alone most of the times and had enough time to think and ponder over the mistakes i have commited, the good things i missed out, about the people surrounding me, about my family, my future. Bloody everything.

Mistakes: Actually I in my heart tried to be too nice, which people dont like and somehow i think i earned the villain's(not openly) tag. Had i been voracious about what i think is good or bad that might have been better. Secondly, I in this point about enjoying about my life i lost too precious time with friends in so called enjoying. I should have limited myself about that time and put atleast half the time in studies.

Good Things I missed out: First and foremost, simple n straight I lost out on the joy of getting the job. Happiness of scoring high. If it existed then the quality time with my batchmates. Also about using four years to learn something big about computers and hopefully could have developed something. If all this could have happened then what really missed is the happiness that all this could have brought in my mama's and papa's eyes. ufff!!!!

About the people surrounding me: Ram Niwas Asawa, I trusted him like anything. But that Big Bussinessman just lost it in the end. He is the person who is now looking through just money's eye. But I cann't overlook the beautiful times I had and enjoyed with him throughout the engineering. One of the few persons who valued the emotions. He used to stand for me throughout the 4 years. But he never really valued your opinion if it is against what he is thinkng which is the primary reason for his downfall. I only wish if he could really suceed in his ventures. I would in this case really like to be proved wrong. He from the initial times has this fetish for the money. Me Bewildered. He was not what he turned out to be. I can only say "If he could have trusted anyone".
Abhishek Vimal
, in my eyes I have not seen a more dual (It means has more than one face) personality like him, but the best part about him is that his only visible part is his good one. He at times is envious of someone but through his expression's he looks to be the least concerned person about that. He don't at times think that what he is saying might be hurting someone. But he is quite a patient person. But one thing is for sure he has created a era around himself, that everyone is compelled to be attracted towards him. This person I have found out is the most eager one to roam about. Our trip to agra has been one of the happiest times I ever had. Anyway a fine dancer, par khud bhee apni degree mein kisi ke isharon pe nachtey reh gaye. I like you as you are, you don't need to add anything extra. A man with a lot of zing. I can only say "Taste it".
Alok Rajendra Agrawal, A man of few but stinging(+ve) words. I have never been with someone before who just likes and says about his mind as clearly as him. He might not be the first whom i would have walked to in my college with my problem, but i have tried to gain as much as possible from him(in connection to habits). Only person around me who is what he is. I can only say "Nice one if you can make him friend"
Abhishek Dubey, I would say I should not have been friendly or better said a freind of him, Because He is too difficult a personality for me, at times mean. He is still a mystery for me. He is the most temperamental person i have encountered but not with enough resources to support it. He speaks too much at times is unbearble and he thinks that he is too smart. That much smartness is common but he advertiss it too much. Anyway a smart guy. But jab kaam Nikalna ho toh ussey badhkar koi nahin. If I keep on praising him he will be all right, the moment I or for that anyone opens his mouth against him he takes that person as his anti. Hey man as a friends we also have the right to criticise you. Par shayar logon ka koi bharosa nahin. Winston Churchill has something to say about you “Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfils the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things.” As such sanju (his nickname) is a nice person. There is nothing bad about him. personally my relation with my roommate sanju has been in turmoil for most of the times. But then that is symbol of a vibrant relation. I can only say "Be friendly at Own Risk".
Varun Roy
, Someone has censored me to write about this person.
Munish Sikka, Ahhhh now i am happy ... Sweetu, One of the two person who does not think bad about anyone. Simple and straight, will help you if there are not any constraints. I will not say anything more about him. I can only say "Just Own It".
Himanshu Singh Solanki, philosophy is his forte. Quite a helpful guy. He has too much Inside him. Hardworking. Should rely more on himself not someone another. Actually he can and he loves also. There is nothing hazardous about him. I owe a great deal to him. I can only say "Harmless".

My future: This is the biggest thing about which i am in dark. Nothing seems to be going great at the moment as oppurtunity after oppurtunity is slipping out of my hands. I need to get serious and at the moment i will like to give my GRE exam. Then moving out of this country for 10 years, after that i will ideally like to settle back in Punjab as a farmer.
Naa jane ashk se aakhon me kyon hain aaye huye,
Gujar gaya hai jamana tujhe bhulaye huye.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Life Rock's Again

Ohhh!!! It has been so simple i thought when everybody left for their homes that it would be difficult for me to stay here alone but look.. the transition has been so easy... when we parted it looked like the end of the world... but now life has again got into top gear, a lot of work has sprang up, examz are to be given, i have to meet a lot of relatives. So as The great Raj Kapoor said The Show must go on.

Rahul Is a Great Motivation.

Rahul "The Wall" Dravid completed the 10 years of great service to the nation. He averages highest in international cricket in last ten years while playing abroad(Great!). It was nothin sort of acheivement to keep team calm and composed in the aftermath of "Ganguly Disaster". Actually the era n ease which rahul has created around ... is what makes him the proud of our eyes... The difference which lies between saurav n rahul or for that matter earlier captains can be gauged from the fact that when earlier went abroad we used to say Will we be able to win? now that has changed to We will be able to win.
Rahul apart from being a great player is also a great source of motivation for me , for the way he fought back after being written off as a misfit for one day cricket. He just imbibe's the feeling of never giving up if I am down n out. Also never loose your cool in the face of adversity. While reading him , hearing him I just gets the feeling which I tries to incorporate in myself is that Life is lot bigger than winning and losing but winning should not make you loose contact with ground and after loss you should not be crestfallen. I will be more than happy if i am able to get even an iota of his qualities.
Kudos to this Great Servant of Indian Cricket.

Monday, June 19, 2006

Harpreet Rock's

Sunday, June 18, 2006


For some last time i am just jostling with the question that why there are whopping 5 visitors to my blog since it's grand inception. I questioned myself and tried to find out the answers. I found out a very reliable excuse. Foremost reason I have come across is that the writers of most visited blogs write specifically on particular area. In this way they are able to create a niche for themselves. The reader having interest in that particular area is always going to be connected to that writing. So the visitor count is maintained. Then what happens in my case? The writings are wayward. One day it's Sonia Gandhi , on another it's cricket, then it's bollywood, n after that it moves to my friends, and how can it happen that i do not write about myself. So the coverage ground is too big.

Can anyone suggest a way out while remaining in this framework?

Friday, June 16, 2006

Appreciating My Past

It is easy to be negative about past mistakes and unhappiness. But it is much more healing to look at ourselves and our past in the light of experience, acceptance, and growth. Our past is a series of lessons that advance us to higher levels of living and loving. The relationships we entered, stayed in, or ended taught us necessary lessons.

Some of us have emerged from the most painful circumstances with strong insights about who we are and what we want. Our mistakes? Necessary. Our frustrations, failures, and sometimes stumbling attempts at growth and progress? Necessary too. Each step of the way, we learned. We went through exactly the experiences we need to, to become who we are today. Each step of the way, we progressed. Is our past a mistake? No. The only mistake we can make is mistaking that for the truth.

Today, God, help me let go of negative thoughts I may be harboring about my past circumstances or relationships. I can accept, with gratitude, all that has brought me to today.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006


Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.
(Most importantly the last sentence.)

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one.
Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They made me smile and encourage me to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to me."

Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

"Its easy to joke on a Sardar, but It's too difficult to be a Sardar"

12'0 clock
A man was standing at New Delhi station when his attention went towards a Sikh youth standing near him wearing a Black turban having a long beard and wearing a kirpan over his shirt looking similar to a terrorist. After a while, one local train arrived, which was totally packed. The Sikh youth tried to alight the train but failed to do so. Just then a voice was heard from the back coach 'Sardarji Barah Baj gaye' (Sir it's 12 o'clock!) The Sikh youth looked over at that voice maker who was a young Mischievous type of person and instead of showing any anger smiled towards him. The smile made was so enigmatic that it seemed as if some type of truth lies behind it. Not able to resist his temptation, the man walked towards him and asked why did he smile at that person who teased him. The Sikh youth replied, 'He was not teasing me but was asking for my Help' . The man was surprised with these words. The Sikh youth told him that there was a big history behind that which one should know. The man was eager to know the History and the Sikh youth narrated:
"During 17th Century, when Hindustan was ruled by Mughals, all the Hindu people were humiliated and were treated like animals. Mughals treated the Hindu women as there own property and were forcing all Hindus to accept Islam and even used to kill the people if theywere refusing to accept.That time, our ninth Guru, Sri Guru Teg Bahadarji came forward,in response to a request of some Kashmir Pandits to fight against all these cruel activities. Guruji told the Mughal emperor that if he could succeed in converting him to Islam, all the Hindus would accept the same. But, if he failed, he should stop all those activities . The Mughal emperor happily agreed to that but even after lots of torture to Guruji and his fellow members he failed to convert him to Islam and Guruji along with his other four fellow members, were tortured and sacrificed their lives in Chandni Chowk. Since the Mughals were unable to convert them to Islam they were assassinated.

Thus Guruji sacrificed his life for the protection of Hindu religion. Can anybody lay down his life and that too for the protection of another religion? This is the reason he is still remembered as "Hind Ki Chaddar", shield of India. For the sake of whom he had sacrificed his life, none of the them came forward to lift his body, fearing that they would also be assassinated. Seeing this incident our 10th Guruji! , Sri Guru Gobind Singhji (Son of Guru Teg Bahadarji) founder of khalsa made a resolution that he would convert his followers to such human beings who would not be able to hide themselves and could be easily located in thousands. At the start, the Sikhs were very few in numbers as they were fighting against the Mughal emperors. At that time, Nadir Shah raided Delhi in the year 1739 and looted Hindustan and was carrying lot of Hindustan treasures and nearly 2200 Hindu women along with him. The news spread like a fire and was heard by Sardar Jassa Singh who was the Commander of the Sikh army at that time. He decided to attack Nadir Shah's Kafila on the same midnight. He did so and rescued all the Hindu women and they were safely sent to their homes. It didn't happen only once but thereafter whenever any Abdaalis or Iranis had attacked and looted Hindustan and were trying to carry the treasures and Hindu women alo! ng with them for selling them in Abdal markets, the Sikh army although fewer in numbers but were brave hearted and attacked them at midnight,12 O'clock and rescued women. After that time when there occurred a similar incidence, people started to contact the Sikh army for their help and Sikhs used to attack the raider's at Midnight, 12 O'clock. Nowadays, these "smart people" and some Sikh enemies who are afraid of Sikhs, have spread these words that at 12 O'clock, the Sikhs go out of their senses. This historic fact was the reason which made me smile over that person as I thought that his Mother or Sister would be in trouble! and wants my help and was reminding me by saying off 'Sardarji Barah Baj Gaye'
"Its easy to joke on a Sardar, but It's too difficult to be a Sardar"

looking for new b()nd

every one is leaving... leaving behind tear's in my eyes of myself being rendered alone and happiness of them being moving towards greater heights.... but i have to be truthful to myself "i am not ready to pay for their happiness.." i have nothing to remember except that: himanshu was always there to teach me in 1 hour about the majors, dubey was there to tell me that so jao ab kuch nahin ho sakta... sikka was always there to make me realize that if i am not a successful engineer that doesnot certify me as a failed human being... vimal was always there with his typical "do shabd" about life, alok "i cannt say".... always running the non existent race that whom poorvi will reply first and politely... who will have more friends...uski oscar winning performances(only he knows) cann't forget those moments when sikka was happy that i have acheived something for myself...how can i forget that meri chappal ghis gayeen himanshu bhai ke pyar mein.... ram ko "pagal" passion for success , varun always weeping in the corner.... "this man is actually wastage of flesh and "non-existent" heart"... dubey jesus! the list is growing... anyway i cann't forget that" A NEW B()ND WAS CREATED IN THE ASHES"...... May GOD help them all in scaling greater heights.....

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