<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219</id><updated>2011-12-29T12:23:42.094+05:30</updated><category term='Adidas Jersey'/><category term='Germany FIFA 2010 World Cup Jersey'/><category term='download'/><category term='songs'/><category term='Punjabi Shayari'/><category term='Meri Lekhni'/><category term='Punjabi Sad Song'/><category term='Political'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Punjabi songs'/><category term='Cricket'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Day to day life'/><category term='India Shining'/><category term='Interview'/><category term='Crap'/><category term='Germany World Cup Football FIFA 2010'/><title type='text'>Preet Zinda</title><subtitle type='html'>Expressions of Life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-6562154116327673952</id><published>2010-07-01T06:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-01T07:01:58.430+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Shayari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Sad Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi songs'/><title type='text'>Preet Zinda: Pehla Punjabi Geet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kg_yS-Z1EHM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kg_yS-Z1EHM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my minute attempt at putting my songs in front of you. Kirpa karke apni rai zarur deyeyo at harpreetsran@gmail.com ... +91-9873498705 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhada Apna&lt;br /&gt;Preet Zinda (Harpreet Singh Sran)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-6562154116327673952?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/6562154116327673952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=6562154116327673952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6562154116327673952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6562154116327673952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2010/07/preet-zinda-pehla-punjabi-geet.html' title='Preet Zinda: Pehla Punjabi Geet'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-7684902851608906479</id><published>2010-06-08T19:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-08T19:37:52.818+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany World Cup Football FIFA 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Germany FIFA 2010 World Cup Jersey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adidas Jersey'/><title type='text'>Go Germany Go in FIFA 2010 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/TA5OLFgLMtI/AAAAAAAAANU/NHgEFhwLUrc/s1600/adidas+german-jersey-worldcup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/TA5OLFgLMtI/AAAAAAAAANU/NHgEFhwLUrc/s400/adidas+german-jersey-worldcup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480403748919128786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As always will be sporting Germany in the FIFA World Cup 2010. Here is my version of how the team should think not about the faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-7684902851608906479?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/7684902851608906479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=7684902851608906479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/7684902851608906479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/7684902851608906479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2010/06/go-germany-go-in-fifa-2010.html' title='Go Germany Go in FIFA 2010 !'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/TA5OLFgLMtI/AAAAAAAAANU/NHgEFhwLUrc/s72-c/adidas+german-jersey-worldcup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-8939355141238050100</id><published>2010-06-04T03:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-04T03:05:50.893+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Shayari'/><title type='text'>Sheyar from Zafarnama</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;ਚੁ ਕਾਰ ਅਜ਼ ਹਮਹ ਹੀਲਤੇ ਦਰ ਗੁਜ਼ਸ਼ਤ ॥ ਹਲਾਲ ਅਸਤ ਬੁਰਦਨ  ਬ ਸ਼ਮਸ਼ੀਰ ਦਸਤ ॥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHU KAR AZ HAMEH HEEL-TE DAR GUZASHT, HALAL AST  BURDAN B-SHAMSHIR DAST ॥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the stratagem employed for  (solving) an affair or &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; problem are exhausted,(only) then taking  your hand to the sword is legitimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;This is a Sheyar from the Zafarnama written by Shri Guru Gobind Singh Ji to Emperor Aurangzeb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-8939355141238050100?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/8939355141238050100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=8939355141238050100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8939355141238050100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8939355141238050100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2010/06/sheyar-from-zafarnama.html' title='Sheyar from Zafarnama'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-6353033482765601702</id><published>2010-06-04T03:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-04T03:03:40.370+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Shayari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meri Lekhni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi songs'/><title type='text'>Punjabi Shayari</title><content type='html'>Friends another Shayari for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mobile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"College de vich ranjhe ne ik  labhi heer,&lt;br /&gt;Dilan te kehar karey oh mathey te kadd teda cheer,&lt;br /&gt; hoyian chuttiyan Heer turr gayi peke,&lt;br /&gt;Ranjha jeth mahiney motor te  dhupp seke,&lt;br /&gt;Beh k ohho karey sakeeman heer nu paun deeyan,&lt;br /&gt;fer  takht hazarey aayiyan khabaran compartment aaun deeyan ... " @ PREET  ZINDA (PZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will come up with complete one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-6353033482765601702?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/6353033482765601702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=6353033482765601702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6353033482765601702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6353033482765601702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2010/06/punjabi-shayari.html' title='Punjabi Shayari'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-8968176395567821643</id><published>2010-01-18T20:06:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:13:47.439+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Shayari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='download'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi songs'/><title type='text'>nannu.info - Website to download Punjabi songs</title><content type='html'>While searching the web to download Punjabi albums and songs, I came across nannu.info .. It has almost got all the latest releases and is regularly updated. You can also find the Punjabi shayari and forum on the nannu .. Nannu.info does not host any songs. Songs are uploaded on the other servers like mediafie, megaupload etc and nannu.info just puts up the download links. Quite interesting !! Get up and listen to your favorite Punjabi songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fer Milangey !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-8968176395567821643?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/8968176395567821643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=8968176395567821643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8968176395567821643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8968176395567821643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2010/01/nannuinfo-website-to-download-punjabi.html' title='nannu.info - Website to download Punjabi songs'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-4667689826533115631</id><published>2009-12-27T09:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-27T09:55:35.270+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Watch Cricket Live India VS Srilanka Australia VS Pakistan</title><content type='html'>Watch 5th ODI Live New Delhi Delhi India Vs Sri Lanka Live Cricket Streaming Live Telecast from NEO TV Watch Live Streaming of the Cricket Matches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crictime.com/server1.htm"&gt;Server 1 Watch 5th ODI Live New Delhi Delhi India Vs Sri Lanka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crictime.com/server2.htm"&gt;Server 2 Watch 5th ODI Live New Delhi Delhi India Vs Sri Lanka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crictime.com/server3.htm"&gt;Server 3 Watch 5th ODI Live New Delhi Delhi India Vs Sri Lanka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crictime.com/server4.htm"&gt;Server 4 Watch 5th ODI Live New Delhi Delhi India Vs Sri Lanka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crictime.com/server5.htm"&gt;Server 5 Watch 5th ODI Live New Delhi Delhi India Vs Sri Lanka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crictime.com/server6.htm"&gt;Server 6 Watch 5th ODI Live New Delhi Delhi India Vs Sri Lanka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch 1st Test Live Melbourne MCG Australia VS Pakistan Live Cricket Streaming Live Telecast from Star Cricket Watch Live Streaming of the Cricket Matche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crictime.com/server7.htm"&gt;Server 7 Watch 1st Test Match Live Melbourne MCG Pakistan VS Australia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crictime.com/server8.htm"&gt;Server 8 Watch 1st Test Match Live Melbourne MCG Pakistan VS Australia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crictime.com/server9.htm"&gt;Server 9 Watch 1st Test Match Live Melbourne MCG Pakistan VS Australia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crictime.com/server10.htm"&gt;Server 10 Watch 1st Test Match Live Melbourne MCG Pakistan VS Australia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: We are not hosting or telecasting any of these matches. 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Leave a note of thanks to the telecasting website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-4667689826533115631?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/4667689826533115631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=4667689826533115631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4667689826533115631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4667689826533115631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2009/12/watch-cricket-live-india-vs-srilanka.html' title='Watch Cricket Live India VS Srilanka Australia VS Pakistan'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-2767167978404896538</id><published>2009-10-13T14:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:45:03.633+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Shayari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meri Lekhni'/><title type='text'>Punjabi Shayari - ਓਹਨਾਂ ਸਾਡੇ ਪੱਥਰ ਵੀ ਜਦ ਮਾਰਿਆ ਅਸਾਂ ਨੇ ਸਾਂਭ ਲਿਆ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some more shayari which I have found and is worth sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ਓਹਨਾਂ ਸਾਡੇ ਪੱਥਰ ਵੀ ਜਦ ਮਾਰਿਆ ਅਸਾਂ ਨੇ ਸਾਂਭ ਲਿਆ,&lt;br /&gt;ਸਾਡਾ ਦਿੱਤਾ ਫੁੱਲ ਵੀ ਓਹ ਪੈਰਾਂ ਦੇ ਹੇਠਾਂ ਰੋਲ਼ਦੇ ਰਹੇ।&lt;br /&gt;ਅਸੀਂ ਓਹਨਾਂ ਦੇ ਬੋਲਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਸੌਗ਼ਾਤ ਸਮਝ ਕੇ ਚੁਣਦੇ ਰਹੇ,&lt;br /&gt;ਹਰ ਸੌਗ਼ਾਤ ਓਹ ਸਾਡੀ ਨੂੰ ਬਸ ਚੰਦ ਸਿੱਕਿਆਂ ਨਾਲ਼ ਤੋਲਦੇ ਰਹੇ।&lt;br /&gt;ਸੱਦਿਆ ਸੀ ਓਹਨਾਂ ਨੇ ਸਾਨੂੰ ਸਭ ਗੁੱਸੇ ਗਿਲੇ ਮਿਟਾਵਣ ਲਈ,&lt;br /&gt;ਪਰ ਕੁਝ ਐਸਾ ਹੋਇਆ ਕਿ ਅਸੀਂ ਸੁਣਦੇ ਰਹੇ ਓਹ ਬੋਲਦੇ ਰਹੇ।&lt;br /&gt;ਅਸੀਂ ਹਰ ਇੱਕ ਸ਼ੈਅ ਜੋ ਓਹਨਾਂ ਦੀ ਨੂੰ ਰੱਬ ਵਾਂਗਰਾਂ ਪੂਜਦੇ ਰਹੇ,&lt;br /&gt;ਓਹ ਹਰ ਇੱਕ ਸ਼ੈਅ ਜੋ ਸਾਡੀ ਸੀ, ਨੂੰ ਪੈਰਾਂ ਹੇਠ ਮਧੇਲ਼ਦੇ ਰਹੇ।&lt;br /&gt;ਪਹਿਲਾਂ ਸਾਡੇ ਦਿਲ ਸ਼ੀਸ਼ੇ ਨੂੰ ਓਹਨਾਂ ਟੁਕੜੇ ਟੁਕੜੇ ਕਰ ਸੁੱਟਿਆ,&lt;br /&gt;ਫਿਰ ਟੁੱਟੇ ਹੇਏ ਟੁਕੜਿਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਓਹ ਪੋਟਿਆਂ ਨਾਲ਼ ਫਰੋਲ਼ਦੇ ਰਹੇ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-2767167978404896538?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/2767167978404896538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=2767167978404896538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2767167978404896538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2767167978404896538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2009/10/punjabi-shayari_13.html' title='Punjabi Shayari - ਓਹਨਾਂ ਸਾਡੇ ਪੱਥਰ ਵੀ ਜਦ ਮਾਰਿਆ ਅਸਾਂ ਨੇ ਸਾਂਭ ਲਿਆ'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-3473700504267452966</id><published>2009-10-13T14:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:40:36.493+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Shayari'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meri Lekhni'/><title type='text'>Punjabi Shayari - ਚੁੱਲ੍ਹਾ ਛੜਿਆਂ ਦਾ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:DarkGreen;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This Shayari has been contributed from the forum www.nann.info. Visit it for many more such shayaris. This can be used as a Punjabi Shayari, Punjabi Lyrics or to recite in a mehfil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ਕੁਆਰਾ ਬੰਦਾ ਨਾਅਰ ਦੇ ਦੀਦਾਰ ਲਈ ਮਰਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;ਵਿਆਹੇ ਨੂੰ ਨਿਆਣਿਆਂ ਦਾ ਭਾਰ ਤੰਗ ਕਰਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;ਜੁਆਨੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਇਸ਼ਕੇ ਤੋਂ ਭਾਗਾਂ ਵਾਲਾ ਬੱਚਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;ਚੁੱਲ੍ਹਾ ਛੜਿਆਂ ਦਾ ਬੁੱਝ ਬੁੱਝ ਕੇ ਹੀ ਮੱਚਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ਗੱਭਰੂ ਨੂੰ ਮਾਣ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਡੌਲਿਆਂ ਦੇ ਜ਼ੋਰ ਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;ਰੱਬ ਨਾਲੋਂ ਜੱਟ ਨੂੰ ਭਰੋਸਾ ੧੨ (ਬਾਰਾਂ) ਬੋਰ ਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;ਕੈਪਟਨ ਅੱਖਵਾਊਂਦਾ ਜੇਹੜਾ ਭੰਗੜੇ 'ਚ ਜੱਚਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;ਚੁੱਲ੍ਹਾ ਛੜਿਆਂ ਦਾ ਬੁੱਝ ਬੁੱਝ ਕੇ ਹੀ ਮੱਚਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ਤੋਰ ਤੋਂ ਪਛਾਣ ਹੁੰਦੀ ਗਿੱਧਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਰਾਣੀ ਦੀ&lt;br /&gt;ਆਕੜਾਂ ਦੀ ਭਰੀ ਲੋਕੋ ਟਿੱਚ ਨਹੀਂ ਜਾਣੀਦੀ&lt;br /&gt;ਤੁਰਦੀ ਦਾ ਘੱਗਰਾ ਵੀ ਨਾਲ ਨਾਲ ਨੱਚਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;ਚੁੱਲ੍ਹਾ ਛੜਿਆਂ ਦਾ ਬੁੱਝ ਬੁੱਝ ਕੇ ਹੀ ਮੱਚਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ਵਿਹਲੜਾਂ ਬੇਕਾਰਾਂ ਦੀ ਨਾ ਬਾਤ ਕੋਈ ਪੁੱਛਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;ਅਣਖਾਂ ਸੁਆਲ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਵੈਲੀਆਂ ਦੀ ਮੁੱਛ ਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;ਟੁੱਟ ਜਾਵੇ ਨਸ਼ਾ ਫ਼ੇਰ ਅਮਲੀ ਨਾ ਬੱਚਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;ਚੁੱਲ੍ਹਾ ਛੜਿਆਂ ਦਾ ਬੁੱਝ ਬੁੱਝ ਕੇ ਹੀ ਮੱਚਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ਲਗਦੇ ਨੇ ਮੇਲੇ ਘੜੀ ਖੁਸ਼ੀਆਂ ਦੀ ਆਈ ਹੋਵੇ&lt;br /&gt;ਕੱਠਿਆਂ ਨੇ ਬਹਿ ਕੇ ਕਿਤੇ ਮਹਿਫ਼ਲ ਸਜਾਈ ਹੋਵੇ&lt;br /&gt;ਪੀਣ ਦਾ ਨਜ਼ਾਰਾ ਜੇ ਗਲਾਸ ਹੋਵੇ ਕੱਚ ਦਾ&lt;br /&gt;ਚੁੱਲ੍ਹਾ ਛੜਿਆਂ ਦਾ ਬੁੱਝ ਬੁੱਝ ਕੇ ਹੀ ਮੱਚਦਾ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:DarkGreen;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:DarkGreen;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Will come up with more.&lt;br /&gt;Preet Zinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-3473700504267452966?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/3473700504267452966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=3473700504267452966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3473700504267452966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3473700504267452966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2009/10/punjabi-shayari.html' title='Punjabi Shayari - ਚੁੱਲ੍ਹਾ ਛੜਿਆਂ ਦਾ'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-1537473310751238866</id><published>2009-10-12T19:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:37:42.031+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Shayari'/><title type='text'>Punjabi Shayari - Manmohan Waris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am posting another shayari written by Mangal Hathur &amp;amp; sung by Punjabi Star voice Manmohan Waris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pyar oh jo roohan de tak guzrey,&lt;br /&gt;tak k pyar jatauna koi pyar nahi,&lt;br /&gt;dilaan vich je faasle je reh javan,&lt;br /&gt;sajan gall naal launa koi pyar nahi,&lt;br /&gt;jeondey yaar de dil nu dukh deke,&lt;br /&gt;pichey kabar te aauna koi pyar nahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tera pyar kadakdi  dhup,&lt;br /&gt;samey de naal hi dhall geya ve,&lt;br /&gt;toon ki jaaney iss dhupey,&lt;br /&gt;sadda ki ki jall geya ve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enna pyar naa saanu kar adiye,&lt;br /&gt;ban peed aakhan vich radkaan gey,&lt;br /&gt;haar saah te likheya tera naam jau,&lt;br /&gt;tere dil vich mud mud dhadkan gey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iss ishq ch mil jau khushi koi,&lt;br /&gt;iss gall daa naa itbaar karey,&lt;br /&gt;kithey taak koi bhaj lauga,&lt;br /&gt;ennan sutteyan te v baar karey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sach jhooth di parakh bhula ditti,&lt;br /&gt;bereham bedardan duniya ne,&lt;br /&gt;har rishetey de vich farak peya,&lt;br /&gt;assi mud mud neetan punneeyan ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lokki dillan de kujh kamzor ho gaye,&lt;br /&gt;te gall mooh te karan daa haunsla naa,&lt;br /&gt;bedi hovey te aaun bin saddeyan hee,&lt;br /&gt;ae par kacheyan te taran daa haunsla naa,&lt;br /&gt;ghare kisey daa fook k khush hundey,&lt;br /&gt;vasdey hoyan nu zaran daa haunsla naa,&lt;br /&gt;hanju dolney Mangal ne bandh kartey,&lt;br /&gt;pathar dilaan te varan daa haunsla naa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thats all for now will come up with more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-1537473310751238866?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/1537473310751238866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=1537473310751238866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1537473310751238866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1537473310751238866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2009/10/punjabi-shayari-manmohan-waris.html' title='Punjabi Shayari - Manmohan Waris'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-4650929376462395636</id><published>2009-07-16T14:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T14:58:13.544+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Search for Punjabi Singer !!</title><content type='html'>Sat Sri Akal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do not know if this is the right place or not. But straightaway coming to the point I am looking for a singer (Punjabi) for my songs. I want to develop a Jodi as a writer(me) and singer(you). I write on every topic concerning a Punjabi i.e. Culture, History and current topics. All I want is that a Punjabi Singer who wants to sing and has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;buland awaaz&lt;/span&gt;. The One should email me on harpreetsran@gmail.com and we would take it up from there. After I listen to your voice I will give you my songs and then you can tell me whether they are up to your standard or not. We would look whether we are compatible with each other and we get into production thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So jo v Punjabi singer banana chahunda te ohdi awaaz wadiya hai ohh mainu mail karey at harpreetsran@gmail.com te fer khud hee decide karey k ki mere likhey hoye gaaney tuhanu pasand aaundey ne yaa nahi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do mail me may be we can develop and make a name for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhada,&lt;br /&gt;Preet Zinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-4650929376462395636?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/4650929376462395636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=4650929376462395636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4650929376462395636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4650929376462395636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2009/07/search-for-punjabi-singer.html' title='Search for Punjabi Singer !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-8798400403476775098</id><published>2009-07-11T17:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-11T18:13:45.408+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Obama and Sarkozy checking out 17 year old Brazilian girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/SliH87xpYrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/68fMDNB7KMg/s1600-h/ObamaSarkozy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/SliH87xpYrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/68fMDNB7KMg/s400/ObamaSarkozy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357181237665030834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;US President Barack Obama and French President Sarkozy were spotted checking out a Brazilian girl during G-8 summit in Italy. I guess photograph that is being circulated is not everything. It is just a way to spice it up. Check out this video it will tell you a another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/izEgjOdwXS8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/izEgjOdwXS8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/izEgjOdwXS8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8798400403476775098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2009/07/obama-and-sarkozy-checking-out-17-year.html' title='Obama and Sarkozy checking out 17 year old Brazilian girl.'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/SliH87xpYrI/AAAAAAAAAMs/68fMDNB7KMg/s72-c/ObamaSarkozy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-3649583362416654776</id><published>2009-01-08T18:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:39:19.515+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Plan For Future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher asks children, what do you wish to do in future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ram: I want to be a pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinod: I want to be a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepa: I want to be a good mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi : I want to help Deepa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-3649583362416654776?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/3649583362416654776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=3649583362416654776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3649583362416654776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3649583362416654776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2009/01/joke.html' title='Joke'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-8356783633479950935</id><published>2008-12-23T11:59:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:05:12.537+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Shayari'/><title type='text'>Sajjan Hundey Nashea Warge ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As is it goes "Dil ch vasa k dil chon kadhney saukhe nahi, Sajjan hundey nasheyan warge chadney saukhe nahi" ... so some lines for those moments ... call it tutey dil de tukde ... sher-o-shayari in Punjabi ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:Raavi;  panose-1:2 0 5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;  mso-font-charset:0;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:131075 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ਓਹਦੇ ਵਿਛੋੜੇ ਨੇ ਲਾਈ ਪੀੜ ਐਸੀ, ਜਿਹੜੀ ਅਰਸੇ ਬਾਅਦ ਵੀ ਮੁਕਦੀ ਨਹੀਂ।&lt;br /&gt;ਓਹਨੂੰ ਰੋਕਿਆ ਪਰ ਓਹ ਨਹੀਂ ਰੁਕੀ, ਜਿਵੇਂ ਮੁੱਠੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਰੇਤ ਕੱਦੇ ਰੁਕਦੀ ਨਹੀਂ।&lt;br /&gt;ਓਹਦੇ ਦਿਲ ਦਿਆਂ ਰੱਬ ਕਰੇ ਪੂਰੀਆਂ ਹੌਣ, ਸਾਨੂੰ ਪਰਵਾਹ ਅਪਣੇ ਕਿਸੇ ਸੁੱਖ ਦੀ ਨਹੀਂ।&lt;br /&gt;ਓਹਦੇ ਬਿਨਾ ਹੋ ਗਏ ਜਿੰਦਾ ਲਾਸ਼ ਵਰਗੇ, ਤੇ ਲਾਸ਼ ਦੀ ਕੱਦੇ ਕੋਈ ਰਗ ਦੁੱਖਦੀ ਨਹੀਂ।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt;   Khata Ta Rabb Vi Maaf Kar Dinda, &lt;br /&gt;Maaf Hundiyan Na Ruswaiyan Ne, &lt;br /&gt;Zindagi Nalo Oh Maut Nu Pyar Karde, &lt;br /&gt;Chottan Jihna Ne Dil Te Khaiyan Ne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt;   Usdi Goongi Tasveer Ton Ik Sawaal Pucheya, &lt;br /&gt;Kiwe Bhul Gayo Sada Sacha Pyaar Pucheya, &lt;br /&gt;Kade Aakhde Hunde Si Tere Bina Nai Sarna, &lt;br /&gt;Ajj Sar Geya Kiwe Eho Bar-Bar Pucheya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collection from here 'n' there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-8356783633479950935?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/8356783633479950935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=8356783633479950935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8356783633479950935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8356783633479950935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/12/sajjan-hundey-nashea-warge.html' title='Sajjan Hundey Nashea Warge ...'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-2522393358769326601</id><published>2008-08-11T11:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:14:31.992+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India Shining'/><title type='text'>Congrats India !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With Chandigarh lad Abhinav Bindra winning the gold medal in indiviual shooting event of 10M air rifle shooting event I guess the hopes for further medal for India will seriously increase and will push the other participants to go for the kill for now the big monkey is off from India's back of not having any medal till now. Some more medals and this Independance day might turn out to really happy one for India .. anyway for now congrats to all Indians and lets pray for some more !! Yippie ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-2522393358769326601?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/2522393358769326601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=2522393358769326601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2522393358769326601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2522393358769326601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/08/congrats-india.html' title='Congrats India !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-8595275709127559670</id><published>2008-07-21T16:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:02:49.149+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id=":uj"&gt;Somebody's status read as ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=":uj"&gt;It takes patience to keep a nagging Girlfriend; fortune to keep an ambitious Girlfriend; four eyes to keep a pretty Girlfriend. Watsay ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=":uj"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-8595275709127559670?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/8595275709127559670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=8595275709127559670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8595275709127559670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8595275709127559670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-3847917532549220048</id><published>2008-07-12T16:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:21:18.626+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>So you think you can dance !! Bollywood Ishtyle</title><content type='html'>Recently while surfing on youtube I found this excellent video. I am just sharing it with you guys. I hope you would like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5OcjkXTKEQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5OcjkXTKEQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-3847917532549220048?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/3847917532549220048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=3847917532549220048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3847917532549220048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3847917532549220048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-you-think-you-can-dance-bollywood.html' title='So you think you can dance !! Bollywood Ishtyle'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-5830483161880523414</id><published>2008-07-12T01:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:01:55.925+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day to day life'/><title type='text'>Essence of Blogging !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am into third year of my blogging and this is apparantly the hundredth post I can surely say that I have enjoyed the journey for I only blogged when I felt like ... nothing by compulsion that somebody would be waiting for it. I would thank the readers like Rupinder Monga, Ranjit Kaur,  Jaspal who really gave me some good Punjabi traditional songs, Cuckoo who tagged some of my posts ... (if she will read it) ... Jiwateshwar for discussing blog so much that I felt that if he is discussing so much then kuch toh hai !! Aalok for his support till he lost contact with the world some two months back and many others unnamed visitors. I have always feared being alone. So the worst I thought was that I would be only one visiting this and by somebody's will that didn't happen and adbrite website says that I daily get around 40 unique users to my blog. That's good enough although few more zeroes would be what I will not mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started blogging, long before Aamir Khan or Big B followed in my footsteps, my major purpose was to use this as a online diary then I found that I could express myself in a more concrete way and the way I have scanned some of the topics they brought clarity in my thoughts and I had a more structured discussions after that. For a person like me who never likes to do one thing for too long to write this blog was indeed an achievement. Some of my posts were really good and I can say with surety that they found there way to there intended readers without me promoting them. That is the power of quality writing. So have I read the relevant posts over a period of time. One real shortcoming with me is that whenever I read somebody's post I normally don't comment ... but somewhere I know &amp;amp; want to comment!! Any secret to add this quality although of late I have been trying this. Anyway thanks to all would be looking more and kindly come up with some suggestions to what I should do on this blog for I have loads of time these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-5830483161880523414?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/5830483161880523414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=5830483161880523414&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/5830483161880523414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/5830483161880523414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/07/essence-of-blogging.html' title='Essence of Blogging !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-1080791744289916146</id><published>2008-07-06T02:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:17:13.594+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>Sachin Tendulkar: My reality check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://content-ind.cricinfo.com/ci/content/player/35320.html"&gt;Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar&lt;/a&gt;: Indian Superhero. In my memory we (for that matter I) Indians have never revered any personality so much. I hated to love him and loved to hate him both at a time. He has gracefully carried over billion hopes in bitter sweet mode. He told us what a sporting hero is!! Kapil Dev comes to my mind immediately as National sporting hero but even his rise as a cult figure has been linked with India winning World Cup in 1983. But Sachin Tendulkar rose and shone irrespective of whether India won or lost. His record speaks for himself. List is long and unending if I start giving examples of his greatness but the foremost and only example I would like to quote is when another perfectionist Aamir Khan gave testimony in Sachin's favour on his &lt;a href="http://aamirkhan.com/blog.htm"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; in the post titled Sachin the Great. Aamir's word are italicised in blue. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;You will find this hard to believe but Sachin was able to predict every ball before it was bowled. “He is going to bowl a bouncer next”, “This one is going to be a slower one”, “Full tilt outside the off stump”, “Next one will be a yorker”, “Short of length”. It was uncanny. HE GOT IT RIGHT EACH TIME!!! No wonder its so difficult to bowl to him.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachin has gave us many a moment's to cheer and cherish. From dust storm in Sharjah to the two gem of match winning knocks in the finals of CB series via 2003 World Cup journey we relished his every shot. But the question is did he win enough matches for India and did justice to his talent? Time for you to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rise of Tendulkar gave rise to indiviual sporting heroes in our country. I have this feeling (can't say it authoritatively) that in team one team can only be champion when one player is not head &amp;amp; shoulders above the rest. If it was Sachin for India then Beckham was so for England. Even in Indian hockey when the team consisted of good players it became a great team by winning eight Olympic gold medals and when players like Dhanraj Pillay or Pargat singh rose above the team then the team plunged to some depths. Even in final of 1998 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Soccer World Cup when the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;presence of Ronaldo was so overpowering that he was played despite him being not physically &amp;amp; mentally fit to play and result was the loss of Brazil. I firmly believe that when there is one star which is above everybody else in the team then somehow team is not motivated enough&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;as will be a team where players are of same stature. So in my sense Tendulkar gave rise to a cult figure under whose weight the team spirit of other players was lost and they were not motivated enough or they didn't push themselves so much to win they were not under the scanner as was Sachin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now Sachin is suffering from injury and will return in due time. But following the Indian ODI team in recent months I never felt that Sachin is being missed. Gambhir has filled the openers role at least on subcontinental pitches and he was also highly successful on Australian tour. Now in my opinion the role of Sachin should be and would be more of a mentor in the team where his experience should be passed onto Sharmas and Rainas for India's better future for his body is not in position to take the workload which the younger legs are taking nowadays after 19 years of relentless service to the game of cricket. Now the loss to Sri Lanka in Asia Cup final was more due to youthfulness of the team and that should have been mentored and I think Sachin was perfectly needed at that time atleast he could have told Sehwag for that matter whole team how to play a unknown quantity in thw world cricket for Sachin would have played loads of new bowlers(although mendis is a rarity). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heart's Voice: Being a Indian and A Tendulkar lover I would love that he should hang his boots in 2011 after winning the 2011 World Cup as a Player of Tournament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-1080791744289916146?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/1080791744289916146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=1080791744289916146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1080791744289916146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1080791744289916146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/07/sachin-tendulkar-my-reality-check.html' title='Sachin Tendulkar: My reality check'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-9011740328411963136</id><published>2008-07-05T18:17:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T15:52:17.107+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Download Punjabi/Hindi MP3 Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Thanks Note: Thanks to Nannu.info wallahs for doing this great service do visit them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line on most web pages have take a toll on me. I am a ardent music lover and whenever I am on the lookout for some songs I Google them (If I could not find them on the music websites that I know) and then these kinds of lines greet me and when I browse nothing substantial comes. It takes ages to find a song which is not ultra-common or latest. So for that matter I would be pasting the links of various songs that I likes to listen on this page direct download link from sendspace or rapidshare or mediafire on whatever I can lay my hands on. More than you I am doing this for myself so that I can find them in future if I am not on my lappy ... would be great if you can submit your links also. No registration, no waiting time and download complete album in one go in MP3 format. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So here I will start .. Click on the links and Welcome to the world of Music.&lt;/span&gt; You can Post your demands also as good music comes free over here without any hassles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Download Rambo MP3 Album by Jazzy B (Punjabi Music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/x9neo9"&gt;Part 1 (6 songs)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/0qp1zj"&gt;Part 2 (5 songs)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Password:&lt;/span&gt; nannu.info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Download Admission MP3 Album by Amar Arshi Sudesh Kumari feat by Narinder Jot&lt;br /&gt;(Punjabi Music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/m0aoin"&gt;Complete Album Download&lt;/a&gt; (10 Songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Password:&lt;/span&gt; nannu.info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Download Ik Vaari aa ke mil jaa MP3 Album by Kartar Ramla Sukhwant Sukhi Old is Gold&lt;br /&gt;Special Attraction Songs Ran Botal Wargi (Original), Modi Baba Dang Waleya, Kach De Glass Vargi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/st7riy"&gt;Part &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/st7riy"&gt;1(9 Songs)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/ggkxxs"&gt;Part 2(8 Songs)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Password:&lt;/span&gt; nannu.info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Download Singh is Kinng MP3 Album Bollywood Movie Album starring Akhsay Kumar, Katrina Kaif featuring songs by Mika Singh, Labh Janjua, Daler Mehndi, Rahat Fateh Ali Khan, Hard Kaur, Snoop Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/syo4vw"&gt;Part 1(6 Songs)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/t8firu"&gt;Part 2(6 Songs)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Password:&lt;/span&gt; nannu.info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Two very good Punjabi Songs Club DJ Hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?8xd10t9fmg1" target="_new"&gt;Bhinda Aujla : Yaar Glassy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/?1titeotji71" target="_new"&gt;Amrinder Gill : Dil Tutda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Download Boot Polishan MP3 Album by Punjabi Living Legend Gurdas Mann (Gurdas Maan). Excellent 5 star album. A must for music lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/102274490/Boot_Polishan-Gurdas_Maan_Nannu.Info.zip"&gt;Complete Album Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01-Boot Polishan - 4:48 - 4.41 MB&lt;br /&gt;02-Challi - 5:55 - 5.42 MB&lt;br /&gt;03-Cycle - 5:20 - 4.89 MB&lt;br /&gt;04-Dillan De Jaani - 7:48 - 7.15 MB&lt;br /&gt;05-Bhagat Singh - 4:36 - 4.22 MB&lt;br /&gt;06-Sakhiye Saheliye -  4:52 - 4.46 MB&lt;br /&gt;07-Taare Gawah Ne -  6:01 - 5.51 MB&lt;br /&gt;08-Maape - 6:08 - 5.63 MB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Download Hashar MP3 Album by Punjabi superstar Babbu Mann (Babbu Maan). Check out the Desi lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/15jhiy"&gt;Complete Album Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Password :&lt;/span&gt; nannu.info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Download Avengi Ja Nahin MP3 Album by Punjabi saint Singer Rabbi Shergill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/42jqib"&gt;Complete Album Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Password :&lt;/span&gt; nannu.info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Download Tere Naal Nachna MP3 Album by Sukhbir. Look for the newer version of his old songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/ag0kpo"&gt;Part 1(7 Songs)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/63gsil"&gt;Part 2(6 songs)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Password :&lt;/span&gt; nannu.info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Note: Thanks to Nannu.info wallahs for doing this great service to music lovers. do visit them for more.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-9011740328411963136?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/9011740328411963136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=9011740328411963136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/9011740328411963136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/9011740328411963136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/07/download-punjabihindi-mp3-songs.html' title='Download Punjabi/Hindi MP3 Songs'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-1819302211937613757</id><published>2008-07-05T17:08:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:59:49.957+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>Sports Unlimited !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last month (for cricket it's 24X7) or so have seen a loads of sporting activity and interestingly all sports have been of my liking from Euro '08 to Indian cricket &amp;amp; French Open as well as Wimbledon to F1. Strangely all the teams I supported have gone to the finals so a satisfying feel is there. In F1 I have been a big fan of Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Schumacher's&lt;/span&gt; Ferrari from the days even when I didn't watch the F1. Now even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Schumi&lt;/span&gt; has left the scene but I still cheer for his Ferrari legacy. Now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Massa&lt;/span&gt; is leading the board as well as Ferrari is on top of teams leader board that is satisfying. Now I am awaiting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunday's&lt;/span&gt; showdown in Britain given that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Massa&lt;/span&gt; crashed in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-race practice session. Moving over to Euro Germany has been my favourite from the earlier times I liked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Germany&lt;/span&gt; for not so football reasons. My reason for their liking has been the spirit with which they rose after second world war disaster and another reason has been that East as well as West Germany crossed the Berlin wall and became a one country again(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pakis&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Indians learn something .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; we can live peacefully). This appreciation for them turned into my love for there sporting teams or personalities from there hockey to football teams and then to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Schumacher&lt;/span&gt; and then tennis legends Steffi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Graf&lt;/span&gt; (My favourite Men's tennis player has been Andre Agassi and Women's was Steffi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Graf&lt;/span&gt; ... I always wanted them to be one even before they married and somehow by chance they married &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;) &amp;amp; Boris Becker. Then in football I loved Oliver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Kahn&lt;/span&gt; and now current favourite is Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ballack&lt;/span&gt;. I was saddened when they lost to Spain in the finals but that what is sports and even though Germany was not at its best in the Euro still they reached finals and I am proud of that as there staunch supporter. In tennis I dearly want &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Fedex&lt;/span&gt; to complete his Grand Slam by winning the French Open but I guess for the moment Rafa is the undisputed king of clay which was clear from his ruthless beating of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Federer&lt;/span&gt; in the French Finale. Anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cometh&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; and it is again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Fedex&lt;/span&gt; VS Rafa and it is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Federer's&lt;/span&gt; part of season with Wimbledon title in the offing and US open title in the waiting. Women's part in Wimbledon is not on for me with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Sharapova&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ivanovic&lt;/span&gt; both missing the finals. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;!! I am a Indian and it can't end without Cricket ... some call it our pseudo religion. The loss in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Kitply&lt;/span&gt; Cup Final when the Indian win was a foregone conclusion even in the minds of Pakistani Team was a rude shock but that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; Cricket team for you they will never win when you expect them to win surely. Now in the Asia Cup finale is on Sunday between India &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Lanka&lt;/span&gt; (we can't replace them with Pakistan ... can we go for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; poll?). Edge is squarely with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Lankan&lt;/span&gt; tigers with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Mendis&lt;/span&gt; playing as a unknown weapon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Jayasuriya&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Sangakara&lt;/span&gt; duo in prime form(actually to me it looks age doesn't matter to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Jayasuriya&lt;/span&gt;). I am firmly hoping that UV (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Apna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Yuvraj&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;yaar&lt;/span&gt;) would fire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;big time&lt;/span&gt; in the final. Watch out!! So the build up to the Super Sunday has been quite phenomenal with my favourites India, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Massa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Fedex&lt;/span&gt; all in the reckoning but with odds are stacked against all of them. I hope my support will turn the tables on them. After finishing this I will sit and prepare myself for Beijing '08 with a prayer for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Tibetan&lt;/span&gt; cause. Am I sounding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;philanthropic&lt;/span&gt; ?? Don't say that I am serious. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Com'on&lt;/span&gt; Sunday for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-1819302211937613757?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/1819302211937613757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=1819302211937613757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1819302211937613757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1819302211937613757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/07/sports-unlimited.html' title='Sports Unlimited !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-2816483186674994560</id><published>2008-07-02T13:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:00:34.288+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Shayari'/><title type='text'>Another attempt: Some Punjabi Folk Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello Friends who are looking for lyrics of Punjabi folk songs which are sung on various occasions like marriages(Shaadi, Vyaah), birth and other celebration times. I would be putting up lyrics of many more songs in the coming time till then enjoy these two lyrics. Also have a look at the earlier attempts on &lt;a href="http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/12/punjabi-boliyan-punjabi-maa-boli-daa.html"&gt;Punjabi Boliyan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Saada Cheeriyan Da Chamba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saada Chidiyan da chamba veh&lt;br /&gt;Babul aahsah uudh jana&lt;br /&gt;Saadi lambi udaari veh&lt;br /&gt;Babul kehde des jaana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tereyaan mehlaan de vich vich veh&lt;br /&gt;Babul guddiyaan kaun khede&lt;br /&gt;Meriyaan khedan potariyan&lt;br /&gt;Dheeye ghar jaa aapne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tereyaan mehlaan de vich vich veh&lt;br /&gt;Babul charkha kaun kattey&lt;br /&gt;Meriyaan kattan potariyan&lt;br /&gt;Dheeye ghar jaa aapne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tereyaan bheediyan gallian de vich&lt;br /&gt;Babul dolla nahiyo langda&lt;br /&gt;Ik itt phuttaah dehwa&lt;br /&gt;Dheeye ghar jaa aapne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mehndi Nee Mehndi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehndi nee mehndi&lt;br /&gt;Mehndi nee mehndi&lt;br /&gt;Aaj raal ke laawan aayian nee&lt;br /&gt;Bhehnaa the Bharjayiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambi da butha vehde lavey&lt;br /&gt;Maali ghairan dee cholee pavey&lt;br /&gt;Tenu aap sajavan aayian ne&lt;br /&gt;Bhehnaa the Bharjayiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh gayian saakhiya char chupherey&lt;br /&gt;Rondiyan akhyian haas deh chehreh&lt;br /&gt;Tenu dholi pavan aayian ne&lt;br /&gt;Bhehnaa the Bharjayiah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will be coming up with many more. Would appreciate if you can contribute. Thanks to Jaspal for her invaluable contributions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-2816483186674994560?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/2816483186674994560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=2816483186674994560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2816483186674994560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2816483186674994560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-attempt-some-punjabi-folk-songs.html' title='Another attempt: Some Punjabi Folk Songs'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-4285882605511436043</id><published>2008-07-01T11:07:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:42:55.670+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day to day life'/><title type='text'>How to select a wife for yourself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Till now and still marriages have been a occasion for me to dance eat, and drink lavishly and not to think about anything … but few days back I got a chance to be privy to the process of selection a bride for my friend. My friend (Raghaw) has been looking for her match for quite a time now and now the pressure was mounting on him to zero in on lucky one. Then this Sunday he went to see her could-be partner and came back and then there was a discussion with other friend (Abhishek Dubey, all credit to him for enlightening us). We went to our favorite evening spot and got our regular cans and then this discussion followed and I would present a summary of it for the future grooms looking for there dream girl. Some things might look like &lt;i style=""&gt;Marwadi Baniya &lt;/i&gt;but they are not intended to be so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First advise for the would be grooms is to get a nice little designer notebook and note down all the parameters that would be a crucial for deciding the bride.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 36pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whether she should be working or not? (Why not!! Even Ambanis need working ones otherwise you will have to watch saas-bahu serials with them .. terror. Plan about it in advance that would you be able to fulfill your future needs with your own paycheck or would you need additional one. Would it be okay with you if she ever rises above you in the hierarchy if you are from same field. Due to this reason it is considered to be a thumb rule that working partners should be from different fields of work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  How is her attitude? (You will need 2-3 meetings to decide on this like whether she walks behind you or in front of you, she can eat what you like or not she is of progressive nature or not. Look for what perceptible changes are there in her behavior from first to third meeting and then decide for yourself.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  She is good looking or not? (Here is the catch!! Most of the Indians boys always select in the way that what would his friends think of his wife as whether she is good looking or not!! Never do this even in your dreams. Always think whether you like her not and in most cases if she is good looking than you then there is a case to be taken forward. It is you who are to live with her not your friends!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Her Family and back ground? (I would advise that one should always pay a visit to her home alongwith the family for by spending 2-3 hours over there you can get a clue that she has been brought up in what kind of atmosphere and whether that is acceptable to you. For example If a girl is working in IT sector in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:city&gt; then there are good chances that her living style over in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can be different from her hometown say Bhatinda and in long run how she lived and did in Bhatinda will come out. Have a good interaction with her family members also.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Whether she can fit in various stages of your life? (What’s that!!? Let me explain it to you. We can divide the life of groom into three stages. (18-24) when the feeling of dying for each other and I LOVE YOU is paramount. In today’s world these 6 years are missing because marriage happens at the age of 24-25. Next stage is from (24-34) when the sexual pleasure with your wife is of paramount importance for you. Then comes phase of (34-May You Live Long) when one looks for spiritual peace from his partner as well as her help for building a happy home. Now before deciding always look that you are at what phase of life and whether your would be partner can give you a sense of fulfillment in all the stages. You can change the period or span of all the stages according to your condition but be true to yourself in the assessment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  How much dowry can her family give or you want? (Com’on man it is a moral crime. I  can’t help you in it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 54pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All these things were discussed to find his bride so I just jotted it down. My friend has almost found his ideal partner and most probably in december I would have another chance to dance, eat and drink all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-4285882605511436043?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/4285882605511436043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=4285882605511436043&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4285882605511436043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4285882605511436043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-select-wife-for-yourself.html' title='How to select a wife for yourself?'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-6764003051345375947</id><published>2008-06-30T20:24:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:43:08.766+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day to day life'/><title type='text'>Gay Parade in New Delhi for Equal Rights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first ever gay parade &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( although better word have been Homosexual Parade for lesbians also participated along with eunuchs )&lt;/span&gt; took place in New Delhi on Sunday from Regal Building in Connaught Palace to Jantar Mantar for a period of two and half hours over a distance of about 2.5 kms. Indeed I  alongwith many of other guys over here are finding difficult for what to say over this topic. First of all I am of straight sexual orientation. This one is not to say that I either stand for or disapprove the notion and rights of Homosexual. We (even my generation X) have been brought up in a society where let alone to approve of this category but to even discuss them is considered to a fault/sin/mistake. But for the way in which the society has opened up in last 10-12 years and the western influence the murmurs have started and except with parents we are (almost) able to discuss this within our circle and now on such public forums. Now whether our society U Me aur Hum will approve of this is not or does this really matter whether we approve of it?  In my opinion it is of importance that we as a society take a stand on it we have avoided it for centuries but we can't do it anymore in this times when we are day in and day out are speaking of human rights. Why can't a person in this free world have  relationship mental or physical or spiritual with a person of same sex ? Because it's against nature ? NO. In my opinion sexual orientation of a person can't be determined by that person. Whether a person likes person of similar or of opposite sex is what comes naturally. So how can nature act against nature. In my view most of the opposition to this issue in India is due to the fact that we have been brought up with notion of this being a bad thing. Those who have been giving the call of it being not in our culture and history then for that matter we abolished sati/dowry and many other things which were part of our culture (Sati is considered correct in Rajasthani/Rajput culture) . So we should not keep beating the age old bush again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Section 377 of the Indian Penal Code (IPC), which criminalizes "unnatural sex", should now be debated upon and rectified. The law, a remnant of Victorian morality, was made in 1860, when any sexual activity that was not meant for procreation was considered a sin. Now the time is ripe for the concerned people to think fresh and think right. Afterall it is there choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-6764003051345375947?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/6764003051345375947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=6764003051345375947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6764003051345375947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6764003051345375947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/06/gay-parade-in-new-delhi-for-equal.html' title='Gay Parade in New Delhi for Equal Rights'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-4377977699946687078</id><published>2008-06-28T15:51:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:43:08.767+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day to day life'/><title type='text'>Soldiering with Dignity: SHFJ 'SAM' Manekshaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sun has set on the life of one of the bravest and legend of Indian motherland. Sam Bahadur has passed away. I hope his feats will inspire the generations and will instill the sense of love for motherland which looks to be eroding fast. That would be our true tribute to that great personality. I will not say that I have read extensively about him but whatever I had I would share one or two stories which would keep us in good humour about this great personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he was appointed on the commission which was looking into the matter of increasing the pay of Armed Forces. When they were discussing to increase the separation allowance (which is given when soldier is posted at non family station) for the forces then the commission asked why this should be increased. Then Sam Bahadur told a story that in 1940 he was posted far away from his family for 3 years and he could not see his family. When he came back his wife had given a birth to a daughter. Then he told that only reason for him to believe that she was his daughter was that her face was looking like him. Case good enough to increase the so called allowance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wondered how the man with a parsi looking can be from Amritsar, Punjab. Curious enough point !! Then I found this story behind this. Father of Sam Bahadur has just completed his medical studies and then he was unable to excel in mumbai in his practice then somebody suggested to him that he should goto Lahore where he can succeed in his field. So he along with his newly wed bride set off for lahore. Sam's mother had never seen the well built Punjabis (read Sikhs here in partiicular and also Muslims like pathans with beards) when she saw them at Amritsar Railway station. There a sikh with beard and open hair was taking bath and when she saw him he was shocked (couldn't find better word) by there builts and hairy looks. She started to weep and then Sam's parents got down from train at Amritsar and then settled there and lived there for almost 5 decades. Another case of destiny !!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many stories like this related to the life of Sam Manekshaw .. some other time. For now kindly join me prayers so that his soul may rest in peace. A tricoloured salute to SAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Soldiering with Dignity stolen from somewhere from internet .. It's a book on Sam Bahadur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-4377977699946687078?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/4377977699946687078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=4377977699946687078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4377977699946687078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4377977699946687078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/06/soldiering-with-dignity-shfj-sam.html' title='Soldiering with Dignity: SHFJ &apos;SAM&apos; Manekshaw'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-640981505779340587</id><published>2008-04-17T18:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:43:08.768+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day to day life'/><title type='text'>Muchan kundeeyan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Je ghar dee kadd ke peendey haan,&lt;br /&gt;Taan hee akh khad dee laaleeyan fadhdee,&lt;br /&gt;Paindeeyan jadon ne shaaman bayee,&lt;br /&gt;Je muchan kundeeyan rakhdey haan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taanhee sab darde yaaran nu karde pind de lok salaaman bayee !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heard these lines in a Punjabi song so just thought of sharing it. Almost as a repeat of last year I am in a same position as of last year. Guess what it is. IPL starting from tomorrow would be a good timepass and summer this time around would be good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-640981505779340587?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/640981505779340587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=640981505779340587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/640981505779340587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/640981505779340587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/04/je-ghar-dee-kadd-ke-peendey-haan-taan.html' title='Muchan kundeeyan.'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-703943009834827971</id><published>2008-02-08T18:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:52:12.379+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Kujh tasveeran mere khetaan deeyan !!</title><content type='html'>Some more photographs of my fields in my village &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chauke"&gt;Chauke&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/R6xVyj5VLXI/AAAAAAAAADA/0CKzOpXDVQQ/s1600-h/000_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/R6xVyj5VLXI/AAAAAAAAADA/0CKzOpXDVQQ/s400/000_0303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164597199804640626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Papa returning to the land where he grew up !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/R6xVjz5VLWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fLuE3s5-2bs/s1600-h/000_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/R6xVjz5VLWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fLuE3s5-2bs/s400/000_0297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164596946401570146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chachu working in the fields !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/R6xVFT5VLVI/AAAAAAAAACw/Q8CEwkFC67Y/s1600-h/000_0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/R6xVFT5VLVI/AAAAAAAAACw/Q8CEwkFC67Y/s400/000_0304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164596422415560018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa with our Bapuji (My Grandfather)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/R6xUwz5VLUI/AAAAAAAAACo/6BN3Vt8h6VU/s1600-h/000_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/R6xUwz5VLUI/AAAAAAAAACo/6BN3Vt8h6VU/s400/000_0295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164596070228241730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View of our fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for Now !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-703943009834827971?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/703943009834827971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=703943009834827971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/703943009834827971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/703943009834827971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2008/02/kujh-tasveeran-mere-khetaan-deeyan.html' title='Kujh tasveeran mere khetaan deeyan !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/R6xVyj5VLXI/AAAAAAAAADA/0CKzOpXDVQQ/s72-c/000_0303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-203713353832146973</id><published>2007-12-24T04:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:00:34.288+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Shayari'/><title type='text'>Punjabi Boliyan - Punjabi Maa Boli Daa Shingaar -2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="1gqe" class="ArwC7c ckChnd"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As promised earlier here is part 2 of the Punjabi Boliyan section. This is an attempt to save our Punjabi culture and it's precious gems. I could have come up with these boliyan in Gurmukhi Lipi but I thought for every reader to understand this has to be written in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would again like to stress upon that a big reservoir kind of thing for Punjabi Boliyaan has to be created and for that everyone has to contribute the boliyan. For this post I am greatful to Avneet Kaur for her inputs. Mail me your boliyan at harpreetsran@gmail.com .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About these boliyan I have tried that these boliyan should be in same format as we might recite them in gidha. So kindly take some time to understand the format of some boliyan for these are in original style. For first timers here is the link to &lt;a href="http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/11/punjabi-boliyan-punjabi-maa-boli-daa.html"&gt;part - 1 of the Punjabi Boliyan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Bole ni bambeeha bole&lt;br /&gt;  Shaave ni bambeeha bole&lt;br /&gt;  Sikhar dupehre andar tera patandar ni bambeeha bole&lt;br /&gt;  Bole ni bambeeha bole&lt;br /&gt;               Shaava ni bambeeha bole           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Asan tan mahiya dar de saamne ucha chubara pauna&lt;br /&gt;  Asan tan mahiya dar de saamne ucha chubara pauna&lt;br /&gt;  Vakhre hoke marzi karni, apna hukam chalauna&lt;br /&gt;  Bayi rakhna tan teri marzi&lt;br /&gt;  Peke jaake madak naal auna&lt;br /&gt;  Bayi rakhna tan teri marzi ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3Tere jahe nu ve main tich na jaandi&lt;br /&gt; Tere jahe nu ve main tich na jaandi&lt;br /&gt; Tera mera banda na mech mundeya&lt;br /&gt; Tainu Mogey di mandi te aavan vech mundeya&lt;br /&gt; Tainu moge di mandi te aavan vech mundeya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4Gidhe vich jad main nachan&lt;br /&gt;Suraj v matha tekda&lt;br /&gt; Gidhe vich jad main nachan&lt;br /&gt; Suraj v matha tekda&lt;br /&gt; Ludhiane jatti nache hoye hoye hoye balle balle balle balle balle&lt;br /&gt; Ludhiane jatti nache Patiala khad khad dekhda&lt;br /&gt; Ludhiane jatti nache Patiala khad khad dekhda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5Gidha paya mel rachaya&lt;br /&gt; Gidha paya mel rachaya&lt;br /&gt; Hogi jaan di tyaari&lt;br /&gt; Raatan karwatiyan chadd mitra phulkari&lt;br /&gt; Raatan karwatiyannnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6Vehda bhareya adiyo ni bhareya shagna de naal&lt;br /&gt; Vehda bhareya adiyo ni bhareya shagna de naal&lt;br /&gt; Nachna tappna gauna ni bhaunda khushiyan de naal&lt;br /&gt; Vehda bhareya adiyo ni bhareya shagna de naal&lt;br /&gt; Vehda ni vehda bhareya shagna da vehda ni vehda bhareya shagna da vehdaa niiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7Santo banto hoyian kathiyan laggiyan karan magroori&lt;br /&gt; Santo banto hoyian kathiyan laggiyan karan magroori&lt;br /&gt; Aah kuri aagi oh kuri aagi  Aah kuri aagi oh kuri aagi&lt;br /&gt; paake suit sandhoori  Jida lack patlaaaa&lt;br /&gt; Jida lakk patla nach nach horju doohri&lt;br /&gt; Jida lakk patla nach nach hoju doohri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8Saadhan de dere munda tash patta khed da&lt;br /&gt; Baaji gaya haar ... munda naag vaangu melda&lt;br /&gt; Baaji gaya haar ... munda naag vaangu melda&lt;br /&gt; Takiye paindi baaji ve tu baaji kyun ni vekhda&lt;br /&gt; Takiye paindi baaji ve tu baaji kyun ni vekhda&lt;br /&gt; Tuyion meri baaji ni main tere walee vakhda&lt;br /&gt; Tuyion meri baaji ni main tere walee vekhda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9Sass meri de 5-7 munde&lt;br /&gt; Sass meri de 5-7 munde&lt;br /&gt; Lambi rail banavaage koi aavega koi jaavega&lt;br /&gt; Fir gaddiyan motraannnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt; Fir gaddiyan motran paa paa paa&lt;br /&gt; Fir gaddiyan motran pee pee pee&lt;br /&gt; Fir gaddiyan motran paa paa paa&lt;br /&gt; Fir gaddiyan motran pee pee pee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10Beebo bhua suneya tu ajj kal angreji bolan lagg pi&lt;br /&gt;   Waahguru waahguru&lt;br /&gt;   Ajj kal thodi bhua kudiye filmi gaane gaundi&lt;br /&gt;   Rani mukherji varga ni main hair style banaundi&lt;br /&gt;   Ek din thode fuffad ton angreji kaida mangaya&lt;br /&gt;   Jeonda rahe thoda fuffad ni oh mintaan vich le aaya&lt;br /&gt;   Ajj kal thodi bhua kudiyo English padh di rehndi&lt;br /&gt;   Ajj kal thodi bhua kudiyo English padh di rehndi&lt;br /&gt;   Ni bhuaaaaa  Ni bhuaaaaaa  Ni bhua fuffad nu love u love u kehndi&lt;br /&gt;   Ni bhua fuffad nu love u love u kehndi&lt;br /&gt;   Ni bhua fuffad nu love u love u kehndi&lt;br /&gt;   Waahguru waahguru bhaiiiii&lt;br /&gt;   -----------&lt;br /&gt;   Ni bhua fuffad da ki haal hai&lt;br /&gt;   Baari baari barsi khatan geya c bhatue ch paise paake&lt;br /&gt;   Thoda fuffad khatan gya c bhatue ch paise paake&lt;br /&gt;   Ni bhua fir khat ke ki le aanda&lt;br /&gt;   Ni khat ke swaah le auna c&lt;br /&gt;   Ni ludhiane tation ton mud aaya jeb kataake&lt;br /&gt;   Ludhiane tation ton mud aaya jeb kataake&lt;br /&gt;   Ni ludhiane tation ton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11Ghada vajjda ghadoli vajjdi&lt;br /&gt;Ghada vajjda ghadoli vajjdi&lt;br /&gt;kite gaagar vajddi sun mundeya&lt;br /&gt;kite gaagar vajjdi sun mundeya&lt;br /&gt;ghungrooan vaali pakhi le aade&lt;br /&gt;ghungrooan vaali pakhi le aade &lt;br /&gt;vajjeya karugi tun tun ve&lt;br /&gt;kite gaagar vajjdi gaagar vajjdi sun ve&lt;br /&gt;kite gaagar vajjjdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fast-&lt;/span&gt; gaagar vajjdi sun ve&lt;br /&gt;kite gaagar vajjdi  Gaagar vajjdi sun ve kite gaagar vajjdi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12Uthan waala jeth tiyan waala jeth&lt;br /&gt;mainu  kehnda cinema vekh&lt;br /&gt;   mangda ni kurti da mech &lt;br /&gt;de leya ni main godeyan heth &lt;br /&gt;deta ni jutti da mech &lt;br /&gt;de leya ni main godeyan heth&lt;br /&gt;detaaaaa ni jutti da mech &lt;br /&gt;Fast- deta ni jutti da mech &lt;br /&gt;Deta ni jutti da mech &lt;br /&gt;Deta ni jutti da mechhhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13tu hor ched jeth nu bhambooda mange heth nu &lt;br /&gt;tu hor ched jeth nu bhambooda mange heth nu &lt;br /&gt;bhamba bhambeeri da dekh tamasha keedi da &lt;br /&gt;bhamba bhambeeri da dekh tamasha keedi da &lt;br /&gt;bhamba bhambeeri da dekh tamasha keedi daaaa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14jad mundeya main aavan jaavan &lt;br /&gt;jad mundeya main aavan jaavan&lt;br /&gt;tu kadd da c gede &lt;br /&gt;darshan de mundeya jeondi aasre tere &lt;br /&gt;darshan de mundeya jeondi aasre tere &lt;br /&gt;darshan de mundeyaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back with another in this series soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-203713353832146973?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/203713353832146973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=203713353832146973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/203713353832146973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/203713353832146973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/12/punjabi-boliyan-punjabi-maa-boli-daa.html' title='Punjabi Boliyan - Punjabi Maa Boli Daa Shingaar -2'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-7312001078314664855</id><published>2007-12-16T13:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-13T14:39:06.821+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>The Making of Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well Well finally I knew that around 1300+ clicks have been made to read whatsoever I have splashed on here. I came to know about it all via www.sitemeter.com. Well the clicks I have been getting are from US of A, UK, Spain, Belgium, Australia, New Zealand to name a few. Another interesting fact: There is one post which I had written which has been getting almost 73% of the traffic. Rest mostly what I post is of no meaning to anybody(Judging by face value). That post on &lt;a href="http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/11/punjabi-boliyan-punjabi-maa-boli-daa.html"&gt;Punjabi Boliyaan&lt;/a&gt; looks to be quite a hit with Punjabi's worldwide. And look what ... I am a true star, for I will be shortly coming up with part two of that post. Surely I guess I know how to build on success. For interested one's what I am currently trying is to get some Boliyaan on marriage and other Punjabi functions. So all the contributions are welcome if anyone concerned wants to make any boli kindly send me the boli at harpreetsran@gmail.com, for I will put your name on the World Famous page on Punjabi Boliyaan. You wanna hit me ... na.a.ah not. Anyway what about my other posts ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-7312001078314664855?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/7312001078314664855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=7312001078314664855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/7312001078314664855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/7312001078314664855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/12/making-of-part-two.html' title='The Making of Part Two'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-3495760977145361891</id><published>2007-12-13T05:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-13T06:34:05.858+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Hey there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Welcome ji! New look. I have decided to support a more female friendly environment on my blog from now on. The dull orange has been replaced by bright blue and white colors. I hope my female readers find it pleasing and visit me more often than what they already do. After all, hun munda javan ho geya ae and ghar valae vyaah karvaan nu kudi labdae paye nae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cutting the crap short, hope everyone likes the new look and I'm looking forward to a more sustainable relationship with my readers from now on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mere walon sareyan nu jee aaya nu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-3495760977145361891?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/3495760977145361891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=3495760977145361891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3495760977145361891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3495760977145361891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-there.html' title='Hey there'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-2583947369230879883</id><published>2007-11-16T23:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:43:37.157+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day to day life'/><title type='text'>Fight till you win or till you die!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know whether I should be sleeping now or should I be just doing what I am doing now! But somehow I have taken the later way out. They say I should tomorrow should see a inspirational movie or do what I enjoy most (maybe eating or playing cricket) for the next day on 18th is of CAT. But I will be doing nothing of the above mentioned. I will get online at around 9 am or 8 am and will wait that I have a good 2-3 hours of chat with a lady all the way from some Angel's City. She may be my sister/massi/bhuaa anything but really I will drive strength from her for my CAT examination in particular or life in general. God is cruel most of the times. Indeed. Can it be more cruel than that she has lost her mother, father, His husband is kind of cruel person, her nephew/niece say something bad about her, she is in alien land still she cares for humanity, she wants to fulfill her promise made to her mother, many things ... she is fighting and fighting bravely. Her war is much bigger than mines ... so can't I? I can. Irrespective of the result one thing I will make sure is that spirit to fight and survive till the end is there ...  come what may fear and running away due to impending defeat is not in my blood !! I will fight!! Thats a promise and this fight is not about CAT only it is about succeeding in every sphere of life and I will make sure that this confidence and belief in myself spills into my life even after CAT !!&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what I did just now is the best thing I could have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-2583947369230879883?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/2583947369230879883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=2583947369230879883&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2583947369230879883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2583947369230879883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/11/fight-till-you-win-or-till-you-die.html' title='Fight till you win or till you die!!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-5695378629059513329</id><published>2007-11-11T14:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:01:14.139+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Mera Pind Mere Khet !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RzbOwOkslpI/AAAAAAAAACc/GRxLhDcjfAw/s1600-h/000_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RzbOwOkslpI/AAAAAAAAACc/GRxLhDcjfAw/s400/000_0181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131516153376315026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RzbOwOkslpI/AAAAAAAAACc/GRxLhDcjfAw/s1600-h/000_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmmm... There used to be a time when I spent weeks or months in my village Chauke but now the visits are far and few. So Here I am posting some of my latest photographs which I took in our farms in the village and at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DARGAH/SAMADH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of our ancestors. Me Standing in our farm after the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PARAALI  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of rice was burnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RzbOwOkslpI/AAAAAAAAACc/GRxLhDcjfAw/s1600-h/000_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RzbOOuksloI/AAAAAAAAACU/RhIlGqwRrb4/s1600-h/000_0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RzbOOuksloI/AAAAAAAAACU/RhIlGqwRrb4/s400/000_0178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131515577850697346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with my Chachu in our cotton fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RzbNvOkslnI/AAAAAAAAACM/3qeW04xy6m4/s1600-h/000_0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RzbNvOkslnI/AAAAAAAAACM/3qeW04xy6m4/s400/000_0177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131515036684818034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Chachu (He after days hardwork) at our tubewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RzbMpuksllI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fDutq5iMOsw/s1600-h/000_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RzbMpuksllI/AAAAAAAAAB8/fDutq5iMOsw/s400/000_0176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131513842683909714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at our tubewell. Chachu in the background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-5695378629059513329?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/5695378629059513329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=5695378629059513329&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/5695378629059513329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/5695378629059513329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/11/mera-pind-mere-khet.html' title='Mera Pind Mere Khet !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RzbOwOkslpI/AAAAAAAAACc/GRxLhDcjfAw/s72-c/000_0181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-8267524068478789577</id><published>2007-11-03T20:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:02:25.049+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interview'/><title type='text'>Me in the Hot seat !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some days back I had this special and pleasant chance to be interviewed by &lt;a href="http://www.cuculus.blogspot.com/"&gt;CUCKOO&lt;/a&gt;. I want to share this experience with you all. Here in black are the questions by cuckoo and in green are my noble attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuckoo: Good morning Mr Singh. Before we start, let me put a few things a little straight to you. As you know I would be taking your interview, you have to remain seated calmly without questioning my questions or no. of questions. There are going to be five main questions with sub-questions. Treat them as parts a, b, c etc. please be as detailed as possible. And please keep your face a little more cheerful. It looks like you have come here for mourning. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Preet: Hello Cuckoo sorry for delaying this wonderful experience for too long to say a civilized sorry. Anyway as I told you I was on road for too long much more than I had expected myself to be. Anyway I am back to blogging and as you can see your assignment is on the top of my priority list. I guess my smile is back now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Cuckoo: Yeah, that's a little better now. Keep smiling like that. Here we go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuckoo: Mr. Singh, you have been blogging since March      2006 and your blog is 77 posts old. Quite a long time that is. Can we know      why this name for your blog? Is Chauke really a location or is it related      to your interest in Cricket ? Does your family knows about your this nasty      habit of blogging ? You seem to be very interested in posting your      pictures. Is that a new way of matrimonial proposal ? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Preet: First of all you sound as sweet as your name ... Yes dear it has been really a long-long time … I could distinctly remember my first post … I was shivering in a similar way like I am doing today in front of you thinking how formal it should be what I should write. Will it go the distance? ... but then some smiling faces like &lt;a href="http://www.aalok.wordpress.com/"&gt;Aalok&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.jiwateshwar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jiwateshwar&lt;/a&gt; and you calmed my nerves … As far as my name goes Preet is short form for Harpreet and explanation for Zinda is quite controversial and I have explained it on my blog also let me get the link for you. Here it is... &lt;a href="http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/04/preet-zinda.html"&gt;http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/04/preet-zinda.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Chauke is the name of my ancestral village it has nothing to do with cricket. Family … chill baby speak slowly &lt;i style=""&gt;mummy sun lenge. &lt;/i&gt;Nobody in the family knows nor should they and as far as nasty thing is concerned I get to meet some sugar soaked girls like you then why is it nasty then? Nay pictures I posted are not for Matrimonial … I just wanted to share some of my pictures and this is a habit of photography which I am trying to pick up these days … but hmmm ... I can see a marriage proposal coming in some sort of hidden way!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuckoo: Though I am NOT convinced, I'll accept that      answer for the time being. You have mentioned you are a man of dreams. A      dream collector?? Can you please give details what kind of dreams you are      talking about and are they going to remain just dreams or are you trying      to fulfill some of them. If yes, in what way? No, don't be afraid of that      little tiger looking in your eyes. He is my pet and right now he is      admiring your wonderful body.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Preet: I could see the dream in your tiger’s eyes of feasting on me. Anyway as far as my dreams are concerned first of all I dream to be a really good human being. Turning on more socialistic whatever my dream may be one thing I really want is to be of some use to the society. For fulfilling my dreams these days I am sort of doing freelancing for &lt;a href="http://www.isport.in/"&gt;www.isport.in&lt;/a&gt; on Hockey. As I think sporting culture is indeed a basic block for the social well being of any country. So I took on this challenge of freelancing although I had no before hand experience except of course blog. It along with furthering a social cause for our National Pride Hockey is also serving in some ways to further my materialistic career. Recently I was involved in another case of looking uniting the family who got separated in 1947. Further some day I would like to get involved into a venture where education (from kindergarten to graduation) will be imparted to at least 10 children who can’t afford any sort of education. So I hope I have given some sort of insight into my dreams. I think I can be better utilized if I am left in the field than sitting in AC office of some software firm in Gurgaon/Noida. But all these dreams require some rebellious steps and some sort of independence for me from all the worldly infatuations and I am still quite far from achieving that state. But I promise you effort is on my side. Required is encouragement from friends like you.&lt;script&gt; &lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/li\&gt;\u003cli\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt\"\&gt;Thank you, Harpreet ji.\n     You&amp;#39;ve written many soulful poetry and articles. What made you write all\n     those and how do you perceive this ? Don&amp;#39;t you think that your work should\n     see more light of this blogworld? Have you tried to promote your blog in\n     any way ?\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/li\&gt;\u003cli\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt\"\&gt;Not bad. You are doing\n     quite OK. And we have come to the fourth question. I saw in one of your\n     posts, you have replied to a female but when a male reader commented on\n     the same post, you don&amp;#39;t seem interested enough to reply him. Why such a\n     discrimination against your own gender or would you prefer females readers\n     over males ? Now, don&amp;#39;t get into some other mode; that was a simple\n     straight question. \u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/li\&gt;\u003cli\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt\"\&gt;That was quite a nasty\n     reply, warning you, you got to be better now with this one. Need I tell\n     you my tiger is very hungry if you really want to know. You have written\n     quite a few posts for your friends. What do you think of your friends and friendship\n     ? I could see you &amp;amp; your friend Aalok have posted on the same topic\n     with the same picture !! Is it a coincidence or do you still share things sitting\n     in different places which to me looks quite dangerous for both your\n     futures if it goes beyond a certain limit. Please elaborate.\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/li\&gt;\u003c/ol\&gt;\n\n\n\n\u003cp\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size:10pt\"\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"color:rgb(0, 153, 0)\"\&gt;Thank\nyou Mr. Singh, you may remain seated till I move my tiger away.  I am\npleased to say, as expected, you have passed with sailing (no, flying doesn&amp;#39;t\nsuit you sitting besides a lake) colours, now for goodness sake, stop shivering.. Interview is over !\u003cbr\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp style\u003d\"margin-left:0.25in\"\&gt;\n\n\u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp\&gt;Do YOU want to be interviewed?\u003cbr\&gt;\n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-weight:bold\"\&gt;\nInterview rules:\u003c/span\&gt;\u003c/p\&gt;\u003cp\&gt;1. Leave me a comment saying &amp;quot;Interview me.&amp;quot;\u003cbr\&gt;\n2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.",1] );  //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuckoo: Thank you, Harpreet ji. You've written many      soulful poetry and articles. What made you write all those and how do you      perceive this? Don't you think that your work should see more light of      this blogworld? Have you tried to promote your blog in any way?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Preet: Thanks Cuck, I guess I have a penchant for penning down my thoughts but what you have seen is not my work except two three writings. That all in Punjabi is either Punjabi folk (I collected all that from my mother or the older ladies in my village or they are just my manipulation of somebody others work.) But yeah I do think that whatever I write I should share it with all the people around me. Now that you have pointed it out, I will make sure that it comes out. No promoting my blog was never on my agenda neither I had that much time available regularly. But my friends read my blog that is good enough for me. For the time being I am content with that. If the time comes then I will think of promoting blog. More so I think promoting will help if I am regular with blogging. I kind of do it like KBC sometimes for 3-4 months I am posting daily or even 2-3 times a day and sometimes it takes months to make a single post. That is the Gemini effect on me as I gets fed up with doing one thing quite easily and moves onto another thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuckoo: Not bad. You are doing quite OK. And we have come      to the fourth question. I saw in one of your posts, you have replied to a      female but when a male reader commented on the same post, you don't seem      interested enough to reply him. Why such a discrimination against your own      gender or would you prefer female readers over male? Now, don't get into      some other mode; that was a simple straight question.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Preet: Then that is good for you lady … as you getting attention from me is guaranteed. And about that reply from Kanupriya, if I am right, was just an odd one out incident he mailed the response to me instead of commenting here on the blog and that reply was special one also so I posted that here. Anyway the males who have commented on my blog have been generally my friends like Aalok Agrawal or Jiwateshwar Singh and I guess I more or less discussed with them on gtalk or yahoo. So not much replies too them but that question was quite a odd one out situation which you generalized. In the lighter vein for a young 20 something guy like me my preference to too some sweet chicks is quite normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuckoo: That was quite a nasty reply, warning you, you      got to be better now with this one. Need I tell you my tiger is very      hungry if you really want to know. You have written quite a few posts for      your friends. What do you think of your friends and friendship? I could      see you &amp;amp; your friend Aalok have posted on the same topic with the      same picture!! Is it a coincidence or do you still share things sitting in      different places which to me look quite dangerous for both your futures if      it goes beyond a certain limit. Please elaborate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Preet: At last … I was anticipating this question. As far as my friends are concerned I had a ballistic time with them in JIIT. From all the bottles gulped down, trips on bikes and buses to Jammu, Jaipur or Agra, and many trips which could not materialize or the chilly wintry nights along with my friends in the Hostel all the way down to stop start relationship with my roommates never to mention some bad times of last semester … Eveready friends to visit Makhanpur/Mamura that microprocessor labs with Abhishek Vimal … that 5 km walk with Ram to Niti-Khand for a cup of tea … discussions with Aalok … Balcony of my hostel room made memorable by the Jashan-e-Jam with my roomie … plenty of instances I could quote here with Himanshu Bhai … only-my-favourite Munish Sikka … these are the beautiful moments which my friends gave to me. I had a different kind of view for all my friends Aalok mostly came across as a soulful or elderly figure. Vimal as a leg-pulling guy who normally crossed the line between fun and furious, Jiwateshwar had a …??, Himanshu, Munish always had that calming presence around me … Even I would go to the extent that Himanshu actually earned to B.Tech degrees one is mines 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; one his own. But in the end I would make it a point to mention that my best and worst moments came with Ram. I have given my best in all my relationships with these guys sometime I tripped fumbled but overall I guess I would have been an equally satisfying person for them as far as friendship is concerned. Most of my friendships have weathered the initial storms but a better answer will be 20-25 years down the line. The similar post with Aalok is just a coincidence. As far as Aalok is concerned in my view we have views which are poles apart on some issues but what is more important in our Dosti is the respect I have for him and the concern he has for me. Am I right Aalok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cuckoo: Thank you Mr. Singh, you may remain seated till I move my tiger away.  I am pleased to say, as expected, you have passed with sailing (no, flying doesn't suit you sitting besides a lake) colours, now for goodness sake, stop shivering.. Interview is over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Preet: Thank you beautiful lady for bestowing this honor of having me in this seat. It was a wonderful experience and you had a presence which was much more calming than I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-8267524068478789577?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/8267524068478789577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=8267524068478789577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8267524068478789577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8267524068478789577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-in-hot-seat.html' title='Me in the Hot seat !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-1177236287912050841</id><published>2007-09-18T10:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:03:01.124+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day to day life'/><title type='text'>Excuse me Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/Ru9gUO6J7ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/v-xnBX57p6o/s1600-h/000_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 674px; height: 350px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/Ru9gUO6J7ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/v-xnBX57p6o/s400/000_0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111410002804469138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For long enough I have not been doing any blogging .. Although I am a addicted writer but trust me these days many of the things are keeping me occupied. Like currently I have started writing on Hockey (occasionally cricket) for www.isport.in. Do visit that site and kindly give your opinions. Although I will be try to post in between like the Interview by Cuckoo for sure (Sorry Cuckoo it's getting late, I hope you understand), I would not be able to do it regularly till November. Till then it's bye bye !! Till then I am leaving you with my work of photography !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-1177236287912050841?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/1177236287912050841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=1177236287912050841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1177236287912050841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1177236287912050841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/09/excuse-me-please.html' title='Excuse me Please.'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/Ru9gUO6J7ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/v-xnBX57p6o/s72-c/000_0130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-5515190693270726934</id><published>2007-08-18T13:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T00:43:37.157+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day to day life'/><title type='text'>Jeeva Janamdin Mubarak!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello friend Jeeva I wish you a very very happy birthday and a prosperous life full of your wishes coming true, unwarranted success, load's of happiness &amp;amp; full of our friendship tales so that I can narrate to your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a rocking time Jeeva !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-5515190693270726934?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/5515190693270726934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=5515190693270726934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/5515190693270726934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/5515190693270726934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/08/jeeva-janamdin-mubarak.html' title='Jeeva Janamdin Mubarak!!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-4117253478988511287</id><published>2007-08-16T10:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:47:44.313+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Punjabi Shayari'/><title type='text'>My Collection !!</title><content type='html'>Shayar Kehnda Hai: Punjabi Shayari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;1. SAP DI KHAD VICH KADE V HATH PAYIDA NAHI,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;     HUNDI HOVE LADAYI BINA ASSLLE VICH JAYIDA NAHI,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;     NEVIN PA K LANG JAIYEDA KOLO NARAN DE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;     IZATAN TON PARKHE JANDE PUT SARDARAN DE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; 2. JINA RAHAN TE TURAN YAAR "SRAN" DE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;     UNHA RAHAN VICH PHUL VICHHAEEN RABA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;     HAR GUM TO UNNA NU DOOR RAKHEEN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;     HAR KHUSHI UNNA DI JHOLI PAEEN RABBA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.  EK ALAG PEHCHAAN BANAUN DEE AADAT HAI PREET NU, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize; font-weight: bold;"&gt;      ZHAKHAM JINA BHEE GEHRA HOVEY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    ONNA HEE MUSKARAUN DEE AADAT     HAI PREET NU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: capitalize; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     PREET SAB KUCH LUTA DINDA YAARI VICH,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    YAARI NIBHAUN DEE AADAT HAI PREET NU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;jINA OHDIYAN YAADAN NU HANJUAN DAA PANI PAYA, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;     &lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;kISE BUTTE NU PAUNDEY TE PHULL KHIL JAANA C,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;     jINA DIL LAA K OHNU CHAIA,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;      J RABB NU CHAHUNDEY TAAN OH V MIL JAANA C.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;5.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iK DUA DEE AAS CH SAARI RAAT JAAGEY, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;pAR KOI TARA AMBRO TUTEYA NA, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;cHURA K NAZAR LANGH GAYE KOLO DI, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;oHNA HAAL V SADDA PUCHEYA NAA, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;bADI MUDAT TON REEJH C KUCH AAKHAN DEE, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;pAR KOI MANYA NA KOI RUSEYA NA, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;ASI DIL TE HATH RAKH TAKDE RAHE, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;oNA DA TURDA KADAM KOI RUKYA NA, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;oHNA DE bULAAN tE hASEY  kHIND'DE RAHE, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;TE SADEY NAIN'O PANI SUKYA NA, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;iK MILAN DEE AAS RAHI DIL CH, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;TE ISE AAS CH JIWAN MUKEYA NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something From my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kalam"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="text-transform: capitalize;"&gt; on the way ... keep looking !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-4117253478988511287?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/4117253478988511287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=4117253478988511287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4117253478988511287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4117253478988511287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-collection.html' title='My Collection !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-2136652072188067663</id><published>2007-08-15T15:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:09:03.684+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Memoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RsLXC60P6LI/AAAAAAAAABs/L2U3qvZRKJc/s1600-h/DSCN1523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RsLXC60P6LI/AAAAAAAAABs/L2U3qvZRKJc/s400/DSCN1523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098874173284935858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit Squad rocking at Kanyakumari !! We enjoyed a lot !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RsLVpK0P6KI/AAAAAAAAABk/_TCEfaxnLrU/s1600-h/DSCN1411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RsLVpK0P6KI/AAAAAAAAABk/_TCEfaxnLrU/s400/DSCN1411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098872631391676578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in -T-- Com &amp;amp; Mithoo in Adidas !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-2136652072188067663?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/2136652072188067663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=2136652072188067663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2136652072188067663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2136652072188067663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/08/memoir.html' title='Memoir'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RsLXC60P6LI/AAAAAAAAABs/L2U3qvZRKJc/s72-c/DSCN1523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-8596060729703444281</id><published>2007-08-15T15:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-15T15:57:39.984+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Papa Laughs !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RsLU060P6JI/AAAAAAAAABc/pBx2XjXQhos/s1600-h/DSCN1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RsLU060P6JI/AAAAAAAAABc/pBx2XjXQhos/s400/DSCN1364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098871733743511698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa &amp; Mommie dear enjoying !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RsLTXa0P6II/AAAAAAAAABU/iPlnpdvwLwA/s1600-h/DSCN1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RsLTXa0P6II/AAAAAAAAABU/iPlnpdvwLwA/s400/DSCN1355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098870127425742978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad -- Laughing out Loud with Sandhu Uncle and Mom in the background in Black suit !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-8596060729703444281?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/8596060729703444281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=8596060729703444281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8596060729703444281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8596060729703444281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/08/papa-laughs.html' title='Papa Laughs !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RsLU060P6JI/AAAAAAAAABc/pBx2XjXQhos/s72-c/DSCN1364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-7875077036204778720</id><published>2007-08-14T11:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:03:48.777+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><title type='text'>Eighth Wonder !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RsFAR60P6HI/AAAAAAAAABM/PcjZRND52gQ/s1600-h/Thermal+Plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RsFAR60P6HI/AAAAAAAAABM/PcjZRND52gQ/s400/Thermal+Plant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098426929750468722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guru Hargobind Thermal Plant, Lehra Mohabat, Bhatinda.  We children at Lehra Mohabat Thermal Colony call it A Eighth Wonder that would never ever be listed. A big lake in front of Thermal plant provides it a scenic beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-7875077036204778720?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/7875077036204778720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=7875077036204778720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/7875077036204778720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/7875077036204778720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/08/eighth-wonder.html' title='Eighth Wonder !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RsFAR60P6HI/AAAAAAAAABM/PcjZRND52gQ/s72-c/Thermal+Plant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-378674604529267415</id><published>2007-08-03T17:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:22:35.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Write to Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we all know that Dr. Kalam has gone back to teaching and spreading the message of Developed India a website related to Kalam Sir has been launched where the email address of Dr. Kalam is mentioned through which you can seek his guidance and blessings and ask him the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;a href="http://www.abdulkalam.com"&gt;Visit Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be really healthy for our development which is invariably linked to the nation's development to seek the services &amp;amp; guidance of this distinguished Personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-378674604529267415?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/378674604529267415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=378674604529267415&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/378674604529267415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/378674604529267415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/08/write-to-dr-apj-abdul-kalam.html' title='Write to Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-3959346267295484107</id><published>2007-08-02T11:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-02T11:46:52.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Solution to delayed Justice !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reformer in me was awake for 2-3 hours in the morning &amp; while I thinking about the delayed justice in the Bombay blasts case I thought the human side of the convicts should also be taken care off. Now if Sanjay Dutt would have been convicted in 1 or 2 years after the blast took place even then he would have got 6 years in prison. Now what for the harassment he  has suffered for the 14 years these are also a kind of imprisonment. When you are made to visit court every day in &amp;amp; day out you are suffering, Should not that 14 years should also be taken into account. Except Capital punishment I think if it takes decades for the decision to come from a single court then the punishment should be in somewhat reduced form. Why is the humanity quotient is missing in he decision of the courts when they take in the barbaric-ness of the convicts act into account while listening &amp;amp; deciding the case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody says Babbu yaar tum Zindagi mein kab kuch Karoge !!&lt;br /&gt;Papa says plant(Thermal Plant Lehra Mohabat) cann't work without him !!&lt;br /&gt;Mom, says nobody can even drink a glass of water without her !!&lt;br /&gt;Dr. APJ Kalam says that he never got the file relating to Afzal Guru's case relating to attack on Parliament !!&lt;br /&gt;Sharad Pawar says what is the need for coach !!&lt;br /&gt;Advani says Manmohan Singh cann't even select colour of Pagri without asking Ma'am Sonia G!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have written some songs when will some singer lend them the Voice ?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-3959346267295484107?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/3959346267295484107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=3959346267295484107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3959346267295484107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3959346267295484107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/08/solution-to-delayed-justice.html' title='Solution to delayed Justice !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-6711546402247373352</id><published>2007-08-02T10:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-02T11:06:57.467+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Happened !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RrFre60P6FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3ZP0yDV97fY/s1600-h/B429E6%7E1_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 251px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RrFre60P6FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3ZP0yDV97fY/s400/B429E6%7E1_edited.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093970832461391954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;expected Sanju got jailed for 6 years. As expected Tears came, heart sobbing, khana acha nahi laga, could not sleep ... Aisa kuch bhee nahi hua !! Life kept on moving at it's snail pace, for Team India won on the same day so winning or loosing is all a part of life. I told Bapuji(Dadaji) that Sanjay Dutt was jailed for 6 years. He didn't knew who the Sanjay Dutt is. I told he was convict in Bombay Blast case. Bapuji said cost of lies of hundreds of people is only 6 years of prison!! I said he kept only AK-** &amp; pistol with him &amp;amp; didnot knew about the blast &amp;amp; narrated him the whole story!! He said "Putt tussi hajey bache hon .. khadkoo ohdey gharey aaye te ohnu pata nahin k ohh kee karan wale ne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" (Son, you are still a child, terrorists came to his home and he did not knew what they were planning). Discussion ended with this. Then I thought bapuji may be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Papa came same discussion started arguments flowed He said "yaar bandey nu reeha keeta jaa sakda c!! Par maybe ehnu jail honi zaroori c, kyonke ehh role model hai te tuhadi generation nu ehh message milna chahida hai k bura kaam karke banda bach nahin sakda " (Yaar, Man could have been left!! But maybe this sentence was also important to pass the right message to you generation .. Who could be a better person than the person whom the whole Gen-X considers to be there role model !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But any how life doesn't end with this. But I guess Sanjay posses a great gene pool. He will sail through this tide successfully !! But fir bhee ek pal k liye dukh toh hua hai ... banda apna saa feel hota hai !! I guess Papa has got the right mix of me and Bapuji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side papa bole k yaar banda kaa pet nikal k aa raha tha Munna bhai lagey raho mein mota lag raha tha ... Banda 4 din aandar rahega toh style wapis aa jayega ..... Bande mein baat toh hai !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-6711546402247373352?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/6711546402247373352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=6711546402247373352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6711546402247373352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6711546402247373352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-happened.html' title='What Happened !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RrFre60P6FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/3ZP0yDV97fY/s72-c/B429E6%7E1_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-7794627923144429457</id><published>2007-07-30T10:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-30T11:35:35.781+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shame Shame Dera Sacha Sauda !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In shocking revelations about the Dera Sacha Sauda the Ex driver of the CEO of Dera Sacha Sauda Baba Gurmeet Ram Rahim has come out with truth which world will take some time to believe.  Now the truth is pouring out which the people of Bhatinda region already knew ... It is a shame that the people in India give patronage to these kind of rapist &amp; murderer Baba's. It is again a big shame that major chunk of that people come from the people who at a time beleived in Sikhism. Although the major sufferer of this dera has been Sikhism (although biggest sufferer is Humanity), but here goes another story of Baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some 125+ rooms in the dera where the sadhavi's stay who fulfill the desires of Baba. Once a person asked Baba why so many girls not one then baba replied "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agar krishan g kee 360 gopiyaan ho sakti hain toh meri 125 kyon nahin&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Somebody should tell that Krishan g had a spiritual relation with all his gopis while you are having physical one. These people don't leave any stone unturned to equate themselves with divine personalities.&lt;br /&gt;This is the link here where the Videos of the Ex-driver of Baba for India TV is uploaded. The main now to ponder upon is where our religion &amp; society are moving. Parents know that baba is doing these things with there daughters in the dera what they are silent. We who proud ourselves in being Sikhs that we don't hesitate in responding to slightest disgrace being hurled at us our religion or even on our Gurus. But what about this disgrace. Guruji wanted to create a caste free society. Now Sikhs after 500 years of there existence are gain divided into castes. These deras take advantage of this divide and engage the SC/ST (which incidentally in this region are Sikhs) and form a base which leads to this kind of pollution in the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I would propose that Akal Takht should come forward and give out a Hukamnama that none of the Sikhs could claim himself to be a SC/ST as this would bring some parity in the society &amp;amp; would separate the real followers who wants to take advantage of both the boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   &lt;a href="http://derasachasauda.etcinfocomm.com/"&gt;Truth of Dera Sacha Sauda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Catch you again with the detailed reports and after effects of this happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-7794627923144429457?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/7794627923144429457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=7794627923144429457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/7794627923144429457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/7794627923144429457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/07/shame-shame-dera-sacha-sauda.html' title='Shame Shame Dera Sacha Sauda !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-8651175765878944856</id><published>2007-07-29T17:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:17:08.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Magic Man !!</title><content type='html'>Friends it can get as good as it can .... although this link exists on my blog page but I would like to recommend it strongly. This man is coming up with some spectacular pieces!! His post on Grandma is a Gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jiwateshwar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jiwateshwar Singh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for narrating all the beautiful incidents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-8651175765878944856?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/8651175765878944856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=8651175765878944856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8651175765878944856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8651175765878944856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/07/magic-man.html' title='Magic Man !!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-877303870043233923</id><published>2007-07-27T17:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:38:38.928+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqngIq0P6EI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iCeN-55N7ZQ/s1600-h/DSC00104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqngIq0P6EI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iCeN-55N7ZQ/s400/DSC00104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091847293256067138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s1600-h/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091846335478360114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photograph's taken while boating in Bhatinda's Army Cantonment area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-877303870043233923?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/877303870043233923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=877303870043233923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/877303870043233923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/877303870043233923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/07/photographs-taken-while-boating-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqngIq0P6EI/AAAAAAAAAA0/iCeN-55N7ZQ/s72-c/DSC00104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-1257360516631889127</id><published>2007-07-27T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-27T13:08:15.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Panesarization</title><content type='html'>There is something about this breed :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty speaks about how he celebrates. This man is mad &amp; in love. Everyone should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then you start celebrating, running towards point then third man and fine leg! When you play against such great players, that is the impact they have on you.&lt;/span&gt; Your energy comes out and you are flying. It is one of my most treasured moments. That ball is precious and kept safely in my bedroom." &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source Uk Daily Daily Mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enjoyment is all that matters so mates enjoy wherever you are.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-1257360516631889127?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/1257360516631889127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=1257360516631889127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1257360516631889127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1257360516631889127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/07/panesarization.html' title='Panesarization'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-6170709509677108064</id><published>2007-07-22T12:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:41:57.742+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Conscience Call -- A Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Based on Facts*:&lt;br /&gt;The word was Conscience vote. BJP &amp; RSS stalwart L.K. Advani made a call to all the voter's for Presidential election to vote according to their conscience 's call. He was making a point thinking that conscience would say that Bhairon Singh Shekhawat is a candidate to vote for. But the facts state something else. Of all the votes polled BS Shekhawat got lesser votes than what he should have got if all NDA+ people who voted had voted for BS Shekhawat (leave alone conscience voters) &amp;amp; facts also state that Pratibha Patil got some votes even from the NDA+ allies other than the polled UPA+Left votes (Although she got three votes less in Punjab). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess more than UPA voters, voters from NDA heard the call of Mr. L.K Advani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good Luck to Mrs. Pratibha Patil. It would be a hard act to follow in the foot steps of Dr. Kalam known as  people's president. As Mrs. Patil would be required to take difficult decisions like clemency plea of Mohd. Afzal, on which the decision was strategically avoided by Dr. Kalam during his tenure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Verify Yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-6170709509677108064?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/6170709509677108064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=6170709509677108064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6170709509677108064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6170709509677108064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/07/conscience-call-joke.html' title='Conscience Call -- A Joke'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-1687556717549181091</id><published>2007-07-20T11:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:10:45.893+05:30</updated><title type='text'>'What I Believe'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Welcome Back. It has really been some time since I got into something serious. I hope ( no no just pray) that I start moving on a serious path. Many serious matters came my way I laughed at them, but somehow now all that is staring horribly at me. But this is how it is !! As for blogging for so much time I just wanted to write something, many thoughts maybe arguments came into my mind &amp; the suddenly everything vaporises. All that is personal, for the time I would not like to share it with even my closest pal. Something spicy that I have gained over last 15-20 days is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP (Punjab Police) known for it's torturous ways at the order of Badal Jr. (Sukhbir) is treating chief Secretary to Former CM Capt. Maharaja Amarinder Singh, Bharat Inder Singh Chahal in the worst of ways. Maybe in the history of Punjab Politics this has never happened before that such a high profile person is treated in such a way. In this summer which is turning out to be hottest and humid in quite some years what the PP personnel do is that they put the Heater on in the barrack of BIS Chahal &amp;amp; people who have seen it tell that in the afternoon it is like pressure cooker -- steam at around unbearable temperature. Even the Congress has distanced it from Mr. Chahal, terming him to be a bureaucrat not a congress worker. But Maharaja yesterday went to meet him and announced it that whatever is the stand of Congress he is with BIS Chahal (Friendship). Insiders Say that when Maharaja met him he wept inconsolably and told him that "22g bahut buri taran kutdey ne" But more than 90 % of Punjabi Public is against BIS Chahal for the way he ruled for 5 years. Maharaja has warned Badal in press conference that he will pay back after 5 years. But who has seen future the curent scenario is that --Maharaja wait for your turn to be put behind the bars--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another PP is in news these days better known as Pratibha Patil. I fully agree tha Mrs. Patil is tainted or even tainted badly. I have taken all the arguments of BJP &amp; Co Ltd. But even Mr. Shekhawat is tainted, he is accused (sorry not accused but guilty charges proven) of accepting bribe in 1947 after our independence as a Government employee. Even he is accused of saving his brother in a murder case. RSS man. Done. No. Quoting from newspaper According to BJP stalwart L.K. Advani (19th July. 2007 Hindustan times 12 th Page on presidential election) Congress has initially proposed to BJP the name of Mr. Shekhawat as President &amp;amp; Mr. Sushil Kumar Shinde as a Vice President as consensus candidates. But BJP rejected it as it wanted one of candidates to be it's as in this case both candidates would have belonged to Congress. BJP initially misread the situation as it thought it would be able to bargain for one post, but later many of the parties ditched NDA and went on to form UNPA which worked perfectly for Congress. As if all the opposition would have been united then the situation would have been different. But we know HE is watching. Opposition has again pointed out the problem without putting any viable replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to save Mrs. Patil. But the point is that there was not a single candidate with no bad past record who did the rounds. Hopefully we will get one next time around. One thing which has made me happy is that for the first time the voting for President has happened in a true democratic way. This is good precedent, as all the public participated and gave there opinions which is a healthy symbol. Sad aspect is that all the technology has warmed up to kill the sitting duck, but why don't we do this kind of scrutiny and protests when we select the MP's or MLA's and then when cabinets are selected. I will tell you. Because in that case we have a brother who we need to save or there is some illegal work we need to be done, so we select the person who will fit our needs irrespective of his background. When we as a society doing this then how can we expect our leaders to behave in a different way. After all they are also a part of society. So there is some introspection to be done. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We could do better if we could do all the scrutiny in selecting our lawmakers who actually run the country and make/break our lives than a person who is only supposed to put THE RUBBER STAMP on what the people selected by us decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem is that our country is full with people like us who could only see what is shown to us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Indians like to keep there brains brand new.&lt;/span&gt; Now the next big election is of Vice-President. As a experience I would like see some agriculturist to be our VP. We as a country are underplaying the importance of a farmer in this country. A simple fact will illustrate it. Out of 49000+ branches of all the Sahkari* banks opened in our country only 3000+ are in rural areas but the 70 % of the savings come from rural areas. India as a country is turning out to be a capitalist country, while the need of the hour is to maintain a balance between socialism and capitalism. Truth is that Country with large populations can't be successful capitalist countries, if I could be proved wrong I will be very happy  ... otherwise position is hopeless with current setup in view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know that world bank has not done much to really help other than making us KARZAYEE. But then why are some people so hell bent upon projecting Mr. Arun Shourie as a person who could bail out India. But look what the fact is. Around 2001-2002 in January, before the Budget was to be presented BJP was disturbed for the increasing fiscal deficit. Then Our Mr. Shourie came out with a way and proposed to sell out 3 PSU's and proposed that the money could be used to reduce the fiscal deficit, but for some politics he was not able to sell the majority stakes but he sold the Minority stakes in the three PSU's worth 45000 cr. Rupees- just for 15000 cr. Rupees- in the hurry to do it before March. Look this is our esteemed Financial expert. He is a world bank's man hell bent on selling India to business houses. Even Govt is trying to privatize Punjab State Electricity Board which is a loss making PSU, Now what a common sense says -- when you will provide free electricity to farmers or poor how you expect the body to make profit, When Sukhbir Badal issues orders to Chairman, PSEB not to register &amp; stop power theft how would you expect the body to make profit. Now accepted that privatization will reduce the power theft or free electricity. But then why would Business House having control of PSEB will provide electricity to common people when LN Mittal ready to pay more than 3 times the cost of electricity for providing uninterrupted supply to the OIL Refinary in which he holds 49 % stake. Same holds for small  players. Government is hell bent upon applying same model in Punjab which has failed in Orissa, Delhi, Haryana, Andhra Pardesh &amp;amp; another states. The better thing to do will be to invite the private players to provide the electricity in competition with PSEB. Then the stronger will survive and Weaker will vansh based on the model adopted by China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am done for now. It was really hard to put all the thoughts together in a way so that reader can understand but I have tried my best. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-1687556717549181091?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/1687556717549181091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=1687556717549181091&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1687556717549181091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1687556717549181091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-believe.html' title='&apos;What I Believe&apos;'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-3865302718429745386</id><published>2007-07-20T08:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:40:11.559+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me in New Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqAneahFqNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/65OHUIZy2bw/s1600-h/Babbu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqAneahFqNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/65OHUIZy2bw/s400/Babbu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089110982396324050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-3865302718429745386?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/3865302718429745386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=3865302718429745386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3865302718429745386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3865302718429745386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-in-new-avatar.html' title='Me in New Avatar'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqAneahFqNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/65OHUIZy2bw/s72-c/Babbu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-7407597101553442818</id><published>2007-05-23T04:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-23T04:28:38.287+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I wept!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am on a break from this blogging to concentrate on my career for the time being, but suddenly I heard a old song sung on the occasion when the Doli leaves. So in this song the girl says somethings to the Kahaar's her brothers and relations. Yaaro meri aankhon mein aansu aa gaye I literally wept, by just thinking of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;This folk song has been rendered the immortal voice by immortal Gurdas Maan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway I will try to write the lyrics here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajey kaharo doli naa chayo&lt;br /&gt;waqt ne aauna anahin&lt;br /&gt;o bandeyo parat ke aauna nahin&lt;br /&gt;peki gallyian vichad chaliya,&lt;br /&gt;parat ke aauna nahin,&lt;br /&gt;ve sadke parat ke aauna nahin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amdi de jaya ve sir mera dhak le -2&lt;br /&gt;veera v sohneya jaandi nu ek vaari dak le-2&lt;br /&gt;asli malik dukan aaye kisey chudauna nahin,&lt;br /&gt;main sadke parat ke aauna nahin&lt;br /&gt;ajey kaharo v doli naa chayo&lt;br /&gt;waqt ne aauna nahin&lt;br /&gt;o bandeyo parat ke aauna nahin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maye nee maye bhul main keeti -2&lt;br /&gt;aagle safar dee tyaari naa keeti -2&lt;br /&gt;hun bandh karle baareeyan boohey kise satauna nahin&lt;br /&gt;main sadke parat ke aauna nahin&lt;br /&gt;ajey kaharo v doli naa chayo&lt;br /&gt;waqt ne aauna nahin&lt;br /&gt;o bandeyo parat ke aauna nahin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aadhi v raati jhakhad jhulna -2&lt;br /&gt;isra-eel ne ghar nayee bhulna-2&lt;br /&gt;Bohdak ronak mele chadney kisey bulauna nahin&lt;br /&gt;main sadke parat ke aauna nahin&lt;br /&gt;ajey kaharo v doli naa chayo&lt;br /&gt;waqt ne aauna nahin&lt;br /&gt;o bandeyo parat ke aauna nahin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naa kar teri meri oye bandeya -2&lt;br /&gt;duniya mitti dee dheri o bandeya&lt;br /&gt;belliyan yaaran saath naa dena kisey ne kaam aauna nahin&lt;br /&gt;main sadke parat ke aauna nahin&lt;br /&gt;ajey kaharo v doli naa chayo&lt;br /&gt;waqt ne aauna nahin&lt;br /&gt;o bandeyo parat ke aauna nahin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mail me to get the original song sung by Gurdas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-7407597101553442818?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/7407597101553442818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=7407597101553442818&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/7407597101553442818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/7407597101553442818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wept.html' title='I wept!!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-5744990621106574446</id><published>2007-05-11T17:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-11T17:46:45.395+05:30</updated><title type='text'>With Love, From You To Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello Friends, I had stamping of 15 june, 1984. A very happy day in the life of my near &amp; dear one's. Same day is again approaching just li'l over 1 month left. Never had I celebrated it in grand small or big scale. Every time it passes peacefully maybe due to the fact that in villages there is as such no emphasis on birthday's, maybe it falls in summer break(Very hot time in north India), maybe ... list is long. Let's not get into this. So never have been I bombarded by the gifts or sweets  or sweet kisses on my sweet cheeks. Anyway time is gone for those kisses. Now only kisses would be given by my sweet mommie or poppy dear or maybe 1 or 2 diabetic relatives. Anyway as of now, for the first time I am going to project or campaign for securing gifts on my birthday and would be looking if somebody is going to give me some gift. As it is not the time to be hoping for getting cadbury's pack or stylish geometry box or things like that ... So greedily I am putting my list here, If you want to give me a gift I am longing for please select one of these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; The 9/11 Commission Report&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve Waugh's autobiography&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Khushwant Singh's Sex, Scotch and Scholarship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Khushwant Singh's Train to Pakistan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Khushwant Singh's My Bleeding Punjab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hillary Clinton's autobiography&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salman Rushdie's  Shalimar The Clown&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salman Rushdie's Step Across The Line&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pinjar by Amrita Pritam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Novel's In Punjabi By Great Poet's of Punjabi (Nanak Singh, Gurdial Singh, Anyone of your choice will do)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some Eternal Love story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;This list is as off now, keep looking for something good and I will also be updating my list. Bookmark this post And off course, No gift can be bigger than a sweet kiss on my sweet Cheeks by a Sweet Chik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-5744990621106574446?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/5744990621106574446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=5744990621106574446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/5744990621106574446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/5744990621106574446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/05/with-love-from-you-to-me.html' title='With Love, From You To Me.'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-1751543035426607952</id><published>2007-05-11T13:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-11T13:29:13.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Abhishek's Application is selected!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Congratulation's Abhishek, for his application has been selected in the lottery of USCIS. This has come as a big relief to me for I was feeling under pressure by making him join H1B rat race as his other options were cut due to this thing. He dropped his MBA or any other plan's due to this and this thing scared me what if his application is not through? Now he is almost through, that is big enough relief, I will be fully relieved when mine's application will also be cleared. Congrats Mate and enjoy to the hilt. My prayers have been half answered and half are still pending. Hey Lord!! Get me Onboard also!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-1751543035426607952?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/1751543035426607952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=1751543035426607952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1751543035426607952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1751543035426607952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/05/abhisheks-application-is-selected.html' title='Abhishek&apos;s Application is selected!!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-2824072337468560991</id><published>2007-05-10T23:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-11T01:00:25.630+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>For Once &amp; All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to put forth my opinion on cricket for once and all. As I keep getting into same controversy or discussion time and again. I think I have talked logic all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Greg Chappell&lt;/span&gt; - What wrong has this Gentleman done? He was just trying too make India free of it's cancer namely Saurav Ganguly. How is Frustrated Sunil Gavaskar pointing his finger towards him when he was there in the committee at the first place which appointed Greg Chappell. Did not we know in advance that Greg Chappell will work as a Headmaster for he was Australian Great. What is wrong in making Indian Players  physically fit by putting them through rigorous drills? What is wrong in making a team play as a team by riding it off it's star power, otherwise this Indian team just resembled Real Madrid full off star power without common aim!! What is the point behind saying that Foreign Coach cann't be successful with Indian team. Team without coach won world cup in 1983, it reached final in 2003 with a foreign coach. Was there a a Indian coach behind two biggest &amp; successful Campaigns in Indian cricket? Well done Greg Chappell, You have shaken up this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Board of Cricket Controversy in India&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Saurav Ganguly&lt;/span&gt; - What a selfish player? It is tragedy people are still backing him to be captain or even to be in the team? Even the selector's know that he played for himself in the World Cup, even then he is in the Indian Team. Selector's are on record that Saurav and Sachin wanted India too perform badly under Rahul Dravid and they wanted captaincy!! These Greats have ditched the whole Blue Billion !! This cancerian with true cancerian traits has been true too his colour's !! Culprit holding his head high for scoring runs in world cup of sixes  at his test match strike rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sachin Tendulkar&lt;/span&gt; - This master balster from mumbai wanted to hold his country too ransom by weeping in the public for some comments by Greg Chappell which Chappell never made. Your game is going to be over Sachin. I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are still capable off delivering the killer punch&lt;/span&gt; but not with this dirty mind playing tricks for bringing down Rahul Dravid. Wake up I think you have found a bad company in Saurav Ganguly. Separate yourself from the chaff. I admired you but not anymore ! You are a cuprit also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Rahul Dravid &lt;/span&gt;- I have been a big fan of this Gentleman and I am his fan till date irrespective of the results. People used to say that he should be aggressive and I used to defend his style as all successful captains were not aggressive. But I think he should have been aggressive for he should have fought tooth and nail for keeping Saurav out off this pack, for Saurav worked as a spoiled apple. Do what Jayawardene did too Atapattu.  Otherwise I guess everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the mere mortals like dhoni, yuvraj etc etc are just fine they don't have much of a role to play in the dis balancing of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;this team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. This is the last time I am discussing cricket like from now onwards it is just another game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The biggest culprit in this game is the Indian fan. We have killed this game by putting too much price prestige &amp; importance on this game. Lets start enjoying and loving this game not only players. Winning and loosing is a part off game, which should be accepted in right spirit and with gracious enough attitude. We cann't expect Bangladesh to remain minnows in this game for too long, they have come off age accept it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and there is no shame in loosing to eventual finalists. But we should not have caved in the way we did, it should not be a abject surrender.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                      Mantra should be "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Watch it and forget it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to see Indian hockey team qualifying for the Semi-final of some big tournament hopefully will also qualify for final's as the semi's is against not so impressive Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such still there is no update on my H1B application. Will keep it updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-2824072337468560991?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/2824072337468560991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=2824072337468560991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2824072337468560991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2824072337468560991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-once-all.html' title='For Once &amp; All'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-2528130609968153033</id><published>2007-05-09T00:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-09T00:51:42.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello Friends, Jeeva I wish that if your words could be true, "&lt;i&gt;physcially. just hope if we cud all end up in the same city. sabkee shaadi hogee, beevian hongee, then weekends par family get together hongae. our wives will sit in the kitchen cookin and we wud be in the garden under the moon havin beers. uff. kaash yeh ho sakta. pity aint it”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Magical Words, about beevian I cann't say but I could sacrifice everythinng for sharing that moment in the garden with you guyz. It is pity that we can only yearn for these moments. Rest after feeling nostalgic about the "JIIT feeling" I have found out some good lines too remember those Good old times, Will be greatful too you Jeeva if you could put these words in English or hindi !!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hostel de vich kathey hokey jashan manaun deeyan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bathroom dee tootee thalley gaaney gaun deeyan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabun laggi paani khatam te raula paun deeyan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mailey collar powder paakey Mail chupaun deeyan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jadd vee maavan haath dee pakki mooh vich paun geeyan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mess deeyan ohh rukheeyan sukeeyan chetey aaungeeyan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ohh gallan chettey aaun geeyan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"bada lutaaf tha bada mazaa tha college kee canteen mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;chappan bhog kee khusboo the thodi c woh namkeen mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;aur kaise hero lagtey the hum fatee purani jean mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ishq mein tere tyagin thee main naa 13 mein naa 3 mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;devdas se ban jaatey the ladki ke har scene mein."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rest still no update on H1B visa application, Now the probability off receiving the communication about the status is on all time high!! Will keep it posted here.&lt;br /&gt;Till Then keep me in your thought's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-2528130609968153033?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/2528130609968153033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=2528130609968153033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2528130609968153033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2528130609968153033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-friends-jeeva-i-wish-that-if-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-3278490161102844258</id><published>2007-05-06T13:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:06:20.624+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me-Papa &amp; Me-Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/Rj31i72lLkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hfrqtyYonGg/s1600-h/Me+%26+Papa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/Rj31i72lLkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hfrqtyYonGg/s400/Me+%26+Papa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061471536765283906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woke up in the morning and by chance my hand landed on my cellphone!! there was a message from papa!! Other than usual hello hi it had a usual daily newspaper thought for me "Beyond mountains there are mountains again." I pressed button for back and saw that he has sent another message which was followed by another thought "Hard worker 'CAN' realiZe his potential, but a Genius 'SHOULD' realiZe it". I guess I slept again. What a shame!! but the day I will succeed Papa it will be "for &amp; due" too you not for some Lance Armstrong or XYZ business man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In continuation (I guess tribute is better) too &lt;a href="http://jiwateshwar.blogspot.com/2007/05/ghosts-that-i-see.html"&gt;Jeeva's Diamond&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Kya din the bhai college ke. Sahi boloon toh tab bhee Papa ke ek thought aaya tha somewhat like this "One should 'L'ive the Moment, As the Success in life is all about 'L'iving one moment after another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bottle of Signature went all the way too Agra too find a place to drink and enjoy it. In minor examinations I waited for all the night ke kab exam time aayega aur hum log usse pehle will dance on "Paraan hoja sohniye, saddi rail gaddi aayee". Dubey, you &amp;amp; Sikka stand testimony too this!! Abhishek ke woh dialogue yaad aatey haan ke uske papa ne usse kaha hai in DDLJ style "ke jaa apni jawani ke saath meri jawani bhee jee ke aa beta". Kya pakata tha baap. Woh last sem yaad hai kya jab (RDB) release huee thee, kya mazaa tha janab, "bhain dee takee sab beer daa kasoor hai", yeh toh tum nahin bhool saktey!! mast peetey the aur dialogue the "tu toh mera yaar hai, ghar taak chodunga." Jeeva tum pata nahin pehley din se friend par baney aake last semester mein!! Alok woh six yaad hai jo leg side pe maara tha collge ground mein match mein! uske baad kitni mazaa aayi thee!! hope tumhein woh chotti c khushi yaad hogi.&lt;br /&gt;Lets recollect those golden moments and share between us.&lt;br /&gt;I have got something from everyone too remember!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himanshu bhai &amp; lovely Sikka have gifted me my Bachelor's degree. Abhishek Vimalz red diary!!&lt;br /&gt;Alok you gave me precious wintry nights laced with your thought's. Dubey you are left without any 'pleasant' gift!! Joking brother you taught me too fight and face the problems by living with them!! I learnt that I can befriend all the obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;And Yaaro Punjabi haan taan&lt;br /&gt;"Jeeva, the scotch bottle you gave with a Peg in it is still with me!!" and hoping that I gave everybody a place too invest there emotions and "A Smile".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling the rush off &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/search?hl=en&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;hs=Na2&amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=spell&amp;resnum=0&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;cd=1&amp;amp;amp;amp;q=adrenaline&amp;amp;spell=1" class="p"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;adrenaline....   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-3278490161102844258?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/3278490161102844258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=3278490161102844258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3278490161102844258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3278490161102844258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/05/laundey-log.html' title='Me-Papa &amp; Me-Friends'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/Rj31i72lLkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/hfrqtyYonGg/s72-c/Me+%26+Papa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-2586311351322633904</id><published>2007-04-30T17:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:48:43.015+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Village called "Chauke"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My village is named &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chauke"&gt;Chauke&lt;/a&gt; situated some 15 kilometres from Maur Mandi and same distance from Rampura Phul. It falls in district Bhatinda of state Punjab (India). It has population of around 13000 with voting population of 7000. Making it one of "Big Four" villages of the constituency "JOGA".  It has got Government Higher Secondary School as well as Primary School along with many private schools which are coming up. Alongwith Dispensary and Anaaj Mandi (Grain Market) village has a Big Stadium. It has 3 bustops to cover each corner of the village and a Petrol Pump has also come up in the village. A newly 66 KV Power station has also started working from the January 2007 which has given this a village an additional advantage. Village boasts of 2 Gurudwara Sahibs, A Masjid and Temple along with revered Shiv-dwala. Then there are two deras namely Dera Baba Dunna G and Dera Baba Bulla G.  There is a Youth club in the village along with Patwar-Khana(Place for Patwari).&lt;br /&gt;Alongwith this the village panchayat consists of 11 Panches under the Sarpanch. Some of the Big names of the village Include:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jathedar Hardial Singh (Chairman Sugar Mill Bhatinda)&lt;br /&gt;2. Late Jathedar Harnek Singh&lt;br /&gt;3. Sardar Mithoo Singh (Ex- Sarpanch)&lt;br /&gt;4. Er. Baldev Singh Sran (XEN PSEB)&lt;br /&gt;5. Rustam-E-Hind Pehlwan Jagdish Singh Bhola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This village has long history of infighting. There are two groups one is Akali and another is rebel Akalis, every election is accompanied by some brutal clashes. This village has another jewel in it's crown that off being a village known for illegal production of desi wine and AFEEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Secret: Your's truly is the first IT Enggineering graduate of the The village!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly give your thought's about what can I add into this post to make it more comprehensive!! Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-2586311351322633904?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/2586311351322633904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=2586311351322633904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2586311351322633904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2586311351322633904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/04/village-called-chauke.html' title='Village called &quot;Chauke&quot;'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-5531205614624086552</id><published>2007-04-30T09:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-30T11:49:07.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am "really" happy after a long time so lets start with this sheyar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sohne sohne nain naksh usde,&lt;br /&gt; vekhan vaale bada hee pasand karde,&lt;br /&gt; saade naal kare oh pyar hass ke,&lt;br /&gt; eho jeha koi rabba parband kar de,&lt;br /&gt; saanu vi sohna bana de Rabba,&lt;br /&gt; nahi taan sohne banaune band kar de"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So Why I am happy? What happened? Answer is nothing happened!!&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting with Abhishek vimal yesterday in the park and I counted my real friends and the list made me really happy. I have loadz of them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ARE ONE OF THEM &amp;amp; A GEM !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for bringing a smile on my face when I just think of you in your absence. Actually Dost, I got the reason why I was not happy? Instead of thinking of you I was wasting my time on some other Non-Premium guy's. So Now happiness is all mine's let me enjoy it before something bad dawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no update on H1B but is expected any moment. Will keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats too Australia for the smashing victory. McGrath you are true Champion. M.Muralidaran got what he deserved throughout his career. Srilanka was never in the race for the Cup, but for some of my roommates hoped so!! Best of Luck to the rest of World for 2011 WC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I am "The Jatt".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-5531205614624086552?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/5531205614624086552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=5531205614624086552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/5531205614624086552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/5531205614624086552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-really-happy-after-long-time-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-4333239695375750249</id><published>2007-04-25T16:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:38:23.371+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Preet Zinda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think time has come for me come forward and have my say in what I will do in my life and to know what I want to acheive. So just like for having my own space other than Harpreet Singh Sran I am from now onwards will take this name "Preet Zinda". Preet is taken from Harpreet and Zinda is the name I am taking up as my tribute to the great servants of Punjabi Motherland "Zinda &amp; Sukha" who shot down Cancer of indian politics Late Smt. Indira Gandhi. I think my area of writing will be around Punjab and Punjabi. I will keep posting whatever I write here on this blog in Gurmukhi. Hope o acheive what I am dreaming now. This is the Beginning path is long with lot of blocks and revolt laden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Goes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Preet Zinda&lt;/span&gt;   ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-4333239695375750249?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/4333239695375750249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=4333239695375750249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4333239695375750249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4333239695375750249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/04/preet-zinda.html' title='Preet Zinda'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-8752973352205099565</id><published>2007-04-25T10:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-25T16:11:06.089+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Layman's Angle: SL Vs NZ - A No Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This world cup from the day 1 has turned out to be anti cimax whether as a Indian supporter or as a neutral one like we do in FIFA world cup. Semifinal 1 : Never has ever been a world cup or for that matter semifinal of any tournament has been a one-sided affair even the Champions League semifinal between Ac Milan &amp;amp; Manchester United was a better place too kill time at. Looking forward to what the second leg holds for Manchester United. Now What NewZealand did wrong according to me that they looked at the past record of M. Muralidaran other than just treating him as a just another spinner. It was sheer bad luck that bad days of Stephen Fleming, "Bond is Shane" and Scott Styris all came on same day. Rest everything that NewZealand did was fine in the context of game. 81 runs were required of 8.2 overs, game was always on but for gifting wickets too M. Muralidaran.&lt;br /&gt;Sequence for commiting highest number of mistakes:&lt;br /&gt;1. Umpires were wrong on the most of occasions.&lt;br /&gt;2. NZ -- They allowed a person Mahela J. who cann't even speak like men to perform against men.&lt;br /&gt;3. SL -- Actually they were Flawless with there limited resources, there bubble is swelling to burst badly. May they donot win the world cup God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the 2nd semifinal is going to be a cracker on the spinner friendly track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the big one: I didn't watch even one ball off the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-8752973352205099565?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/8752973352205099565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=8752973352205099565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8752973352205099565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8752973352205099565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/04/laymans-angle-sl-vs-nz-no-show.html' title='Layman&apos;s Angle: SL Vs NZ - A No Show'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-1869245088938610513</id><published>2007-04-24T10:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-24T11:00:55.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Forget Those Moment's?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No not at all I cann't forgot those good old times although now I am equally happy ( I am lying). My cousin sister (buaji's daughter) used to stay with us at my village Chauke. At around 7 in the night light used to go, as soon as the light went all the children off the family used to sit on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manja(Charpai),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she used to start counting the time in which the light will come like he will say now light has gone to this village now to this... now to that and now it has reached the Maur Mandi Substation (Maur Mandi has Grid from which electricity used to come to our village). Then she started in the reverse order like light has left the Maur Mandi for our village now it has reached here now here... then it reaches our neighbours and now it is in our home. We used to start jumping childishly. Cann't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;Then in the night after dinner chacha ji used to make us jump around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manja&lt;/span&gt; and gave the prizes away. prizes were 2 rupee coin or may be 1 rupee coin also and next day we people were not able to spend whole of our khajana of 5 rupees. Then we used to have Dand-Baithak game and all that kind off stuff. I used to loose to my brother and then I wept a lot. Then chacha ji would say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeh cheenti (keedi) maar dee maine aur main hasney lagta. &lt;/span&gt;Then in the nightwe used to make two teams and used too count the moving star's ... I still remember we left the count at 3100 ...&lt;br /&gt;As one day me and my cousin sister were not able to win any rupee the night before next day we stole a bagful of sarson from the small godown we have and sold it the baniya's hatti in the village and the whole of sarson was off 99 rupees. That was to big a amount for us too hold. so bought somwthing for 4 rupees and told the baniya that keep rest of the money with you and we will come daily and buy something. We came home and were happy. Then in the evening Chachaji was passing from the front off that shop then that baniya called chachaji and told him ke your children came and they forgot there 95 rupees. Chachaji came and we got a thrashing off our life. My sister is married now and when we meet nowdays we laugh all the way on that incident.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a happy day it will be when I will writing this blog from my laptop while sitting on the Manja in my farms tubewell. Aur fir tractor pe ghar jaunga shaam ko ... to have 1 litre glass full off milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cann't feel it guy's if you have never been in my shoe's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-1869245088938610513?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/1869245088938610513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=1869245088938610513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1869245088938610513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1869245088938610513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/04/forget-those-moments.html' title='Forget Those Moment&apos;s?'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-9067001027959323519</id><published>2007-04-23T13:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-23T13:28:12.331+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Artist with Bat &amp; My Smile!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Around 96-97 my father used to sing "Lara Lagey Pyara" in his usual punjabi carefree style. I thought what a waste of voice. Papa told me he would not have been into cricket after the end of Kapil's Devilz but for Brian C. Lara and Shane Warne. I thought maybe. Then in due course of time I also developed interest in the game and for sheer coincidence my favourite star's were also Shane Warne for obvious reasons and Brian Lara because he showed "The Great Chucker" M. Muralidaran(as I hate Muralidaran a lot) his due place. After sometime Glen McGrath completed my happy Trio. Now I am happy that I liked players who are real champions and are retiring at the peak of there career, while the mere mortals are still slugging it out. Mr. Tendulkar take a clue.&lt;br /&gt;From my side "Papa, Lara Mainu V Lagey Pyara"&lt;br /&gt;For the time being Bye Bye Lara  You are the Greatest of my times. Best of Luck to you. Thanks for the entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no update on my H1B status is available. Hopefully and according to the current estimates this will be clear by Mid of May. Prayers are still on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Personal one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Main Baar Baar Sharma kyun Jaata Hoon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;While I was watching 'Just Married' starring Fardeen Khan &amp; Esha Deol alone in the room, a scene came when Fardeen was trying to be cozy with Esha deol on the first night of there honeymoon but esha was not ready and she was hesitant. I was kind off embarassed due to the above situation and I paused the movie and left the room with a embarassed smile. Why I behaved like this? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mere dost jab bhee mere saath kayee baar aisi waisi baat karte haan toh main sharma jaata hoon&lt;/span&gt;. There are moments when this thing happens to me and not everytime this happens. But Why these moments? May be I will never get a answer to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Secret: Some of my Beard's Hair are turning white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye ... and consider the thing below (Specifically Intended for some people &amp;amp; in general to all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we forgive someone, but do not forget it. We account it and also give ourselves a pat on our back for forgiving "those who wronged us". It's not forgiving alone, but forgetting it as well that makes healing possible.    Starting today, cultivate forgiveness in your own life and observe the learning that comes through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind. Use it carefully my friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-9067001027959323519?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/9067001027959323519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=9067001027959323519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/9067001027959323519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/9067001027959323519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/04/artist-with-bat-my-smile.html' title='Artist with Bat &amp; My Smile!!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-1328118061590504643</id><published>2007-04-18T03:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-20T02:37:19.977+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Swing and Miss!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here swing is for Shane Bond and Miss is for ...!!&lt;br /&gt;Update: USCIS has conducted the lottery for H1B's and results will reach us before the month end's. Senator Chuck Hagel from Nebraska has introduced a bill into senate to increase this year's quota temporarily to 195K up from current 65K. I still have prayers onmy hand that the bil should also be passed and above nothing can beat if my applicatiuons gets through the lottery. Only time will tell. Wait and Watch!!    &lt;br /&gt;African's have qualified for the semi's in the way only they could, another good thing that has emerged from this world cp is that SA has left the day's behind when there only mistake threw them out off the world cup!! Now after 1 loss and 2 upsets they are still in the semi's.  Great work!! Last three matches would be crackers as all four are the top four in ICC ranking and in form teams. As for personal liking I have found out AB De Villiers as the new player who is going to be a player of future. Sachin "The Great" Tendulkar played 20-20 for Mumbai and made mumbai loose after taking them too a winnable position. So definitely there is something wrong with the presence of Tendulkar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not have much of conversation with Jiwa Alok for they were busy with there lives and had some fine conversations with sonu, annie &amp; lovy!! Abhishek Vimal is at home killing time once again for nothing. Great work dude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some good Lines heard in punjabi songs!!&lt;br /&gt;Highway dey ne King Punjabi  --&lt;br /&gt;Landeeyan jeepan Shaunk Avaley --&lt;br /&gt;Tohar Punjabeeyan dee dekh aalad mutiyarey --&lt;br /&gt;Jawani waley nashey wich nachdi aa Dekho Mundeyaan de toli --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was great in the performance of Aamir Khan in the Movie "Andaaz Apna Apna"!! What a bull shit comedy it was!! These movies are not for the top-notch  Actor of India. According to me Aamir has done only four Meaningful roles namely in Sarfarosh, Lagaan, Dil Chahta hai and Rang de Basanti. Amitabh Bachchan has  overlived his Utility? Why are not people applauding Naseeruddin Shah, Om puri and giving them there due. I think These actors are well above Bachchan's who still keeps working for RGV in the movies like Nishabd, Cheeni Kaam and hopelessly in Boom!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Big B Shahrukh is fast catching up with you, you better retire as numbero uno or come up with something concrete!! I think audience has connected more with Shahrukh in KBC than Big B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck to Abhi-Ash pairing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaash Aishwarya kee Jagah Rani hoti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juggernaut rolls on....!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-1328118061590504643?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/1328118061590504643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=1328118061590504643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1328118061590504643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/1328118061590504643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/04/swing-and-miss.html' title='Swing and Miss!!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-8049592265095317118</id><published>2007-04-13T03:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-13T03:51:46.662+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Roo Ba Roo ..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We Laughed&lt;br /&gt;We Walked&lt;br /&gt;We Drank&lt;br /&gt;We Slept&lt;br /&gt;We Spoke our Heart out&lt;br /&gt;We Planned&lt;br /&gt;We Vowed&lt;br /&gt;We Helped each other to our capacities&lt;br /&gt;We Danced&lt;br /&gt;We Fought&lt;br /&gt;We Went Places&lt;br /&gt;We Partied&lt;br /&gt;We Played Cricket&lt;br /&gt;We Teased&lt;br /&gt;We Bunked Classes&lt;br /&gt;We Made Projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I don't know why that trust is missing, I still feel alone at some point off time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We: My Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-8049592265095317118?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/8049592265095317118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=8049592265095317118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8049592265095317118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8049592265095317118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/04/roo-ba-roo.html' title='Roo Ba Roo ..!!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-8417700717696589844</id><published>2007-04-11T05:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-11T05:55:12.161+05:30</updated><title type='text'>H1B quota Filled!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;H1B  visa quota was filled on the 1st day itself.  Why so fast? That’s the question heard in “Greek chorus” from employers, job seekers*like me), and kibitzers(who want to chat or converse) on learning that the H1B visa quota for fiscal year (FY) 2008 had been reached as of the first day of H1B filing, April 2, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;As you know, H1B is the working visa for professionals of all stripes desirous to […]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again when I laid my hand onto something some problem arose. Is not it so bad? Don't I deserve a peacful victory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the quota Increase? Will my application get selected? It is all in God's hand. HE is Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;I will not lie! I have not been able to sleep well for the first time in my life. Never had I been under so much pressure! Why I am under pressure I cann't answer exactly! I am left with only two signs '!' &amp; '?' !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life I am fighting for some QUOTA? I can understand why this word is so controversial and important!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when my mummy papa chacha bua g everybody my friends are praying for me I will get through this storm to a better move towards a better and certainly adventurous tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;                    "Waheguru apne iss chotey jehe bhagat te Mehar wala hath rakheen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-8417700717696589844?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/8417700717696589844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=8417700717696589844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8417700717696589844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8417700717696589844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/04/h1b-quota-filled.html' title='H1B quota Filled!!'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-8107911600095919004</id><published>2007-04-07T06:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:01:56.850+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meri Lekhni'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shayri by renowed Punjabi Shayar Debi Maksoospuri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ਅੱਖ ਵਿੱਚ ਪੈ ਜਾਵੇ ਵਾਲ ਤੰਗ ਕਰਦੈ,ਜ਼ਿੰਦਰੇ ਨੂੰ ਲੱਗ ਜੇ ਜੰਗਾਲ ਤੰਗ ਕਰਦੈ&lt;br /&gt;ਮਿਲੇ ਨਾ ਜੇ ਸਵਾਰੀ ਬੜੇ ਚੀਕਦੇ ਨੇ ਬੱਸਾਂ ਵਾਲੇ,ਅਮਲੀ ਦਾ ਜੇ ਮੁੱਕ ਜਾਵੇ ਮਾਲ ਤੰਗ ਕਰਦੈ&lt;br /&gt;ਘੁੱਟੀ ਚਾਰੇ ਪਾਸਿਓਂ ਰਜ਼ਾਈ ਤਾਂ ਵੀ ਠੰਡ ਲੱਗੇ,ਦੇਬੀ ਛੜੇ ਬੰਦੇ ਨੂੰ ਸਿਆਲ ਤੰਗ ਕਰਦੈ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-8107911600095919004?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/8107911600095919004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=8107911600095919004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8107911600095919004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/8107911600095919004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/04/shayri-by-renowed-punjabi-shayar-debi.html' title=''/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-5580742133677727780</id><published>2007-04-04T08:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-04T09:06:23.398+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cricket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am for last so many day's tired and really frustrated by this news of India exiting from the world cup doing the rounds again and again, mud slinging has begun in full flegded way, News channels are planting news by quoting there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SOURCES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Please bring out these sources. Who are these I want to see them&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; We prepared, We played, Players played what they were capable of, opposition played better than us, We lost. Is not this simple to get into our minds. Actually the problem is that we are a country of One Billion free people who always take out there frustration (of not performing well in exams, not having enough salary, wife's expenses, child's dipping future, failed business, neighbours new car, rising prices list is very long) by abusing these players.&lt;br /&gt;The root problem is We. When BCCI has openly said in court that it is a private limited then why are we hell bent upon making this a national tragedy. Players are contracted one's. They are payed to play for the board. Ask them if they will play if we pay them what is paid to a soldier who is dying in Siachen glacier. The answer will come out to be a plain NO. They are playing only for money not for National Pride. Countrymen the days are gone off Mohinder amarnath when they wore their pride of representing there country and slugged it out on the ground for a mere sum of some hundred rupees. These days player's threaten not to play for INDIA if they are not paid the sum of money they demand. Come on Fellow Indian's let's give cricket a status of sport again.&lt;br /&gt;Fun Corner : Now player's have found a way out of saying that they have played for so many years for India why is this happening to them now. Answer to it: Because you have served the country for so much time that's why are we again and again giving you a chance to bow out peacefully, otherwise "paani agar sir se upar ho jayega"  then there is other way out also.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain said this after the world cup debacle "&lt;span class="f12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;our team was thrown out of the tournament, we just didn't deserve to win the World Cup." Why are then we complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The issues that needs to be discussed are Nandigram SEZ case, Elections in UP which effects the life of 18 crore people directly and 1 blue billion indirectly, the social menance of Nithari killings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got a another problem at my hand. The USCIS (Visa Office in America) has declared that they have received enough applications on Day 1 and Day 2 with applications numbering to 150k+. Now the visa cap is 65K. So these people are going to conduct a lottery in which computer will select random applications.  Hoping and keeping my fingers crossed that me and Abhishek get through this all and our applications are selected. Are not these tensions enough? Pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-5580742133677727780?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/5580742133677727780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=5580742133677727780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/5580742133677727780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/5580742133677727780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/04/cricket.html' title='Cricket'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-3668080341335655110</id><published>2007-03-20T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:16:14.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some "times"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello Everybody I am back to what I like doing best. Thinking and Writing. First people remember you by the deeds you have done. I got the example when I was going to chandigarh for some passport related work, I was supposed to catch the bus from rampura phul. While I was standing at the bus stand a classmate of my father who is Bus stop Incharge at rampura phul came. I greeted him and told him that I was on my way to chandigarh as I am in a hurry to complete my work by afternoon. Then he told me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chautala aa rahi hai".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was confused by this line. Suddenly a superfast bus came and stopped over there to pick up the passengers then I understood the whole story that because OP Chautala started superfast buses in his regime in haryana that is why Haryana Roadways are always refered outside haryana as chautala. Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest the life for last some time has been topsy turvvy, sometimes I am on the top and another second &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the masterly TIME&lt;/span&gt; overrides me.  But finally I think I have found the cure for my laziness and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wake-2-eat attitude&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In one line RAM NIWAS ASAWA still remains a mystery to me the more I am trying to solve more I get entangled in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest I had landed up a job with software firm First-Tek in New Jersey. This will surely put my life into some sort of Gear. I will be starting my Java coaching classes in a day or two.Rest major thrust for the time being will be on JAVA &amp; HEALTH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime Jiwateshwar Singh has left for australia for his master's, Abhishek Dubey has got the job with NIIT technologies, Munish Sikka has got admission in IIFM Bhopal, Alok is entering into 2nd year of his Management Program. Abhishek Vimal in all probability is going to be my Comrade-in-arms to The States.&lt;br /&gt;So the Worldly breathing has started and the end to life has come. In a true sense to me I have lived my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us intzaar se koi gila nahin, jiske baad tum mil jao"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-3668080341335655110?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/3668080341335655110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=3668080341335655110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3668080341335655110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/3668080341335655110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-times.html' title='Some &quot;times&quot;'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-4973629488710401029</id><published>2006-11-30T00:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:19:28.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meri Lekhni'/><title type='text'>Insaaniyat - A Virtue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khatam hundi ja rahi hai insaniyat,&lt;br /&gt;bhai nu bhai maar reha,&lt;br /&gt;Kiley kayee fateh kitey ne isne,&lt;br /&gt;par zindagi dee baazi haar reha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jithe wasda c pyar kadey,&lt;br /&gt;othe nafrat daa dareya thathaan maar reha,&lt;br /&gt;ek noor de sab upjey hoye,&lt;br /&gt;ek-doojey nu manda keh keh ke apna seena thar reha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jithe sab vand ke khaandey c,&lt;br /&gt;othey har koi ik dooje ton khoh reha,&lt;br /&gt;paise saamney rishtey enne bemayeney hogaye ne,&lt;br /&gt;hun bhainan-bhaiyan wich naa koi moh reha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par gall sunley chauke waleya ve,&lt;br /&gt;toon is mandey kaami nee paena,&lt;br /&gt;eh zindagi do jaan 4 dihaadey dee,&lt;br /&gt;toon sab naal mil jul ke hai rehna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-4973629488710401029?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/4973629488710401029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=4973629488710401029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4973629488710401029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4973629488710401029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/11/insaaniyat-virtue.html' title='Insaaniyat - A Virtue'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-2911246033743921544</id><published>2006-11-29T15:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:25:06.878+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Letter of Bhai Sukhdev Singh Sukha and Harjinder Singh Jinda To the President Of India</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;"EK ONKAR"   "Rastrapati Ji",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly accept Sat Sri Akal (Salute to the Revered Timeless) by the two Singhs (Sikhs) on their way to martyrdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martyrdom has a unique relish of its own. How wonderful is it beyond the material and ineffable emotions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maker has put together all the wood perfectly, O Nanak my Lord will not let even lakhs of sea currents sink the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;- Sukhdev Singh Enclosure:  Atrocities perpertrated on the Sikhs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Rastrapati ji,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chillie powder is sprinkled in the eyes and sex organs of the Sikhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sikhs are hung upside down from the ceilings till they became unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The body joints are battered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Electric shocks are administered to the genitals making most of the youth impotent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sikh women, during interrogation, are hurt in their sex organs. Filthy abuse is showered on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Violence is inflicted on the parents in presence of their sons and daughters and vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crotchets are pulled apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sikhs are subjected to severe beatings and filthy abuse in the presence of their village folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dead bodies of Sikhs killed in fake encounters are not handed over to their parents to conceal marks of excessive violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The state manipulates tailored post mortem reports from the doctors, and burns the dead bodies of the Sikhs after falsely declaring them unclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All sorts of excesses are made on the parents of underground Sikh youths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Indiscriminant atrocities are committed on the parents of the underground youth of the area where some militant action takes place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- False cases are registered against innocent sikh youths, later they are let off taking fat bribes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Reporters giving true reports are arrested, an undeclared censorship is imposed on them to stop them from exposing police atrocities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Peaceful protests by the Human rights organizations are prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Press is used to launch vicious and false propaganda against the Sikhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No neutral observer was allowed to take stock of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No need was felt to perform religious rites for the dead pilgrims and devotees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Before consigning the dead bodies to flames, no effort was made to identify them. No relatives were informed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No need was felt to give a list of the dead to the Red Cross or any other International Agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-2911246033743921544?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/2911246033743921544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=2911246033743921544&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2911246033743921544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/2911246033743921544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/11/letter-of-bhai-sukhdev-singh-sukha-and.html' title='Letter of Bhai Sukhdev Singh Sukha and Harjinder Singh Jinda To the President Of India'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-4640349830867103645</id><published>2006-11-27T05:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-04T07:26:46.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When HE doen't want?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-4640349830867103645?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/4640349830867103645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=4640349830867103645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4640349830867103645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/4640349830867103645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-he-doent-want.html' title='When HE doen&apos;t want?'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-6624821857395235687</id><published>2006-11-26T04:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-26T04:50:02.577+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can I Weep?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM NOT ABLE TO EXPRESS WHAT I AM FEELING LIKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH JESUS!! RELEAVE ME OF MY MISERY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-6624821857395235687?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/6624821857395235687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=6624821857395235687&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6624821857395235687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6624821857395235687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-i-weep.html' title='Can I Weep?'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-408785637920705873</id><published>2006-11-26T03:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:01:56.851+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meri Lekhni'/><title type='text'>Punjabi Boliyan - Punjabi Maa Boli Daa Shingaar</title><content type='html'>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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pehli Boli Os Parmatama de Naam dee,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho bai pehla nanv guru da dhiye,&lt;br /&gt;jis ne jagat banaya,&lt;br /&gt;bai bhant bhant de phul saza ke sohna jagat rachaya,&lt;br /&gt;bai kade kise di kahi ni karda, krda jo man aayea&lt;br /&gt;bai bolian pao mittro sir satgur di chhayea, bai boliyan pao mitro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pinda vicho pind sunida pind sunida Chauke,&lt;br /&gt;Bapu ne munda padan bhejyea, padh k lagu patwari,&lt;br /&gt;Pind vicho di langdi c ik ROADWAYS di laari,&lt;br /&gt;Urley pindo ohh c charda, parley pindo kudi kuwari,&lt;br /&gt;Mundey ne fir padna ki c, Lag gayi ISHQ di bimari,&lt;br /&gt;FAIL KARATA NI BAPU DA PATWARI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ik Hath Kitaab Dujey hath Saleat,&lt;br /&gt;Roki Veh Bullet Walea,&lt;br /&gt;Veh Mein Ho gayi ,&lt;br /&gt;College Nu Late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Assin Han Munde Bhatindey wale sidhe jahe,&lt;br /&gt;Jande Karan Padhayeaan,&lt;br /&gt;Kudi sade to ik na fassi,&lt;br /&gt;Lokan Ne Lakh Fassaiyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. CHANDIGARH Wale Keh Dinde Ne,&lt;br /&gt;Bhatindey waley ne Sangde,&lt;br /&gt;Unjh Bhaven Saade Kolon BANDA Marva lo,&lt;br /&gt;Par KUDI Agge Bull ne Kambde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sadey Rang Fikey Paigey,&lt;br /&gt;Hor Kisey De rang Ch Rang hogi,&lt;br /&gt;Hun Hora De Breaslet Fit aage,&lt;br /&gt;Sadi WAng Tang Hogi,&lt;br /&gt;Hora Naal Jaa Key Pive Coka Cola,&lt;br /&gt;Sadi Vaari Khang Hogi&lt;br /&gt;Hora naal hogi eni Frank kudie,&lt;br /&gt;sadi vaari sang h ogi.&lt;br /&gt;Tenu mil geya GADDI wala,&lt;br /&gt;Hun Sada BULLET di seat TANG hogi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.   ghorhi ghorhi ni bhabie bharind rangie&lt;br /&gt;punn khatt la bana de jodi, ni bhabie bharind rangie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.   sun ni kudiye nachan waliye&lt;br /&gt;nachde na sharmaiye&lt;br /&gt;ni haan diyan nu haan payara&lt;br /&gt;haan bina na laiye&lt;br /&gt;ho bin tali na sajda gidda&lt;br /&gt;tali khub vajaiye&lt;br /&gt;ni kudiye haan diye&lt;br /&gt;khich ke boliyaan paiye kudiye haan diye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.chharha chharha na kar ni kurhie vekh chharhe naal la ke,&lt;br /&gt;ni chharha tan tere bhande manjo,&lt;br /&gt;hoooooo ni chharha tan tere bhande manjo,&lt;br /&gt;rakhdu ain chamka ke, ni daal rinn ke ragdo cahttni,&lt;br /&gt;hoooooo ni daal rinn ke ragdo cahttni, deo mithia rotian la ke,&lt;br /&gt;beh ji peerhe te suit badami pa ke, behji peerhe te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.   chhare chhare naa akho loko, chhare badhe gunkari&lt;br /&gt;naa chhareyan de phodhe phinciyan&lt;br /&gt;naa hi koi bimari&lt;br /&gt;desi gheo de khaan parathe&lt;br /&gt;desi gheo de khaan parathe&lt;br /&gt;naal murge di tarkaari&lt;br /&gt;saadi chhareyan di&lt;br /&gt;duniya te sardari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. radke radke bai oh ghar chadea da ,&lt;br /&gt;hoooooooo bai oh ghar chadea da jithe sheesha mochna khadke,&lt;br /&gt;bai pehli satte datt khull jande, hoooooo bai pehli satte datt khull jande,&lt;br /&gt;lagde meet nu tadke,&lt;br /&gt;bai jhutta surga da lai la chubare chadd ke, bai jhuta surga da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. arni arni bai engg college de munde suni de jihna nu kise da darr nai,&lt;br /&gt;bai pure mast malang ne vehle na aakarh kise di jarni,&lt;br /&gt;bai bin kapi tu collge aonde kehnde pepara di fikar ni karni,&lt;br /&gt;bai waheguru aape mehr karoga taion lagde gura de charni,&lt;br /&gt;bai saal bhawe wadh lag je, par degree madak naal karni, bai saal bhawe wadh lagje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. hooooo bai bari barsi khattn geya si khatt ke liandi chikli,&lt;br /&gt;bai mitra da mache kalja, ho bai mitra da mache kalja,&lt;br /&gt;kudi ban ke sarron da phul nikli bai mitra da mache kalja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.    aari aari aari&lt;br /&gt;muda mere rove aaamb nu, tu kada patwari&lt;br /&gt;ladooan nu chit karda&lt;br /&gt;ladooan nu chit karda, teri ki mundeya sardari&lt;br /&gt;mela soosa da kar le gabrooya tyari&lt;br /&gt;mele vich bheedh badhi&lt;br /&gt;tu sol jehi ik naari&lt;br /&gt;jedh vekhe ghoor ghoor k&lt;br /&gt;tere sir soohi phulkari&lt;br /&gt;aakh vich tel pe gaya&lt;br /&gt;akh vich tel pe gaya tutt pene ne jalebi maari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.    pinda vichon pind sunida pind sunida patti&lt;br /&gt;bayi othe di ik naar sunidi&lt;br /&gt;othon di ik naar sunidi balle&lt;br /&gt;othon di ik naar sunidi&lt;br /&gt;gal karn de 15 laindi kol bein de 25&lt;br /&gt;shaunki maa peyan ne&lt;br /&gt;munde patan nu rakhi&lt;br /&gt;shaunki maapeyan ne munde patan nu rakhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. bai ajj kall munde chadd ke chaadre yankey jeana poande,&lt;br /&gt;bai chadd ge ne oh dudh ghio peena,&lt;br /&gt;hoooo bai chadd ge ne oh dudh ghio peena adhie nu muh laonde,&lt;br /&gt;bai chadd ke jugni mahie tappe,hooooo bai chhadd ke jugni mahie tappe,&lt;br /&gt;ikko hi ratt loande munde college de disco tootian goande munde college de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. bai bari barsi khatan geya si bai barrrrri barsi,&lt;br /&gt;bai khatt ki liandi Maggy, bai ajj kall di tan padai vekh lo,&lt;br /&gt;hoooooo bai ajj kall di tan padai vekh lo bas fashion joggi reh gi,&lt;br /&gt;bai munde bane ne bhaie phirde, hooooooooo bai munde bane ne bhaie phirde,&lt;br /&gt;pagg cheere wali sir ton leh gi, bai gutt kale naag wargi kall nayee di dukaan te reh gi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.    ik kaato kiker tae chaddeee ,&lt;br /&gt;ik kaato bhangrae which vajdee,&lt;br /&gt;ik kaato kudi phull wargeee&lt;br /&gt;sada badda mooh jiha kardee,&lt;br /&gt;katto mitran d university which pardee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. hooooooo amli de larh la ti na maye bahuti e bhuki khanda,&lt;br /&gt;ni ik khanda kali nagni,hooooo ik khanda kali nagni nale daru kadhda,&lt;br /&gt;ni police tan ehnu fadn a gayiee,&lt;br /&gt;hoooooo ni police tan ehnu fadn a gayiee heth sdookan vrhda,&lt;br /&gt;main keha munshi ji eh tan chuhe fadhda main keha munshi ji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. hooooooooooooo aari aari aari ,kudi mere nal pad di,&lt;br /&gt;kudi mere nal pad di ,ohnu akhh mitran ne mari,&lt;br /&gt;gora rang dudh warga,&lt;br /&gt;gora rang ohda dudh warga , lagdi bahut pyari ,&lt;br /&gt;bai mitran ne patt laini, jihdi kudian te sardari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.    aari aari aari heth barote de daatan kare kuaari,&lt;br /&gt;uthon di pain kaniian ohne aakh mitraan nu maari,&lt;br /&gt;baalo aag wargi meehah painde wich thaari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.    nee main ta tainu len aagiya,&lt;br /&gt;tun war behndi khoonje,&lt;br /&gt;ne kalle BABBU da chit ne lagda,&lt;br /&gt;sunni haveli goonje,&lt;br /&gt;ne kehra mere bhande maanjoo, kaun vehre nun hoonje.&lt;br /&gt;le ke jaoonga, moti bag diye koonje........le ke jaonga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Kore kore soone da mein tikka kadhauni aan (2)&lt;br /&gt;Vich pawauni cheer Bibi Nandee,&lt;br /&gt;Sadee naa pasand tera veer bibi Nandee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.    aalaaeee, aalaaeeee, alaaeee&lt;br /&gt;veh coca cola piya de mitra,&lt;br /&gt;merae cha ne keetae bul kalae,&lt;br /&gt;terae sang padnae nu,&lt;br /&gt;chadae 14vee de paper vichalae,&lt;br /&gt;raat velae kandha tapd.&lt;br /&gt;dinae dardee tapan to naalae,&lt;br /&gt;das terae kee lagdae&lt;br /&gt;Kundeeyan Muchan wallae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.    ho vari varsi khattan gaya c khat ke layandi roon,&lt;br /&gt;mitran ne pauna bhangra paa boliyan kada keh dar nu tu,&lt;br /&gt;mitran ne pauna bhangra ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. ni college de vich lai le dakhle bass ik tere mare,&lt;br /&gt;ni passa vatt ke lngh je kol,&lt;br /&gt;hooooooo ni passa vatt ke lngh je kol di husn diye sarkare,&lt;br /&gt;ni kyon tadfaoni e la de gall kinare ni kyon tadfoani e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.    teri maa badi kupati&lt;br /&gt;mainu paan na dendi jutti&lt;br /&gt;mein vi jutti paani hai&lt;br /&gt;mundiya tu raazi reh ya rus'e&lt;br /&gt;teri maa khadkaani hai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-408785637920705873?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/408785637920705873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=408785637920705873&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/408785637920705873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/408785637920705873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/11/punjabi-boliyan-punjabi-maa-boli-daa.html' title='Punjabi Boliyan - Punjabi Maa Boli Daa Shingaar'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-6169443804109230087</id><published>2006-11-23T17:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-11T06:01:56.852+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meri Lekhni'/><title type='text'>Long Live Punjab, Punjabi and Punjaabiat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Kee hoya mere punjab nu, punj dareyaawan de aab nu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;jithe sundee c awaaz wanjhli dee, othe kyon goliyaan chaleeyan ne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;koi aake mirchaan vaaro ve, ehnu keehdeeyan nazaran lageeyan ne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then rest of the lines came after all the dust settled and normalcy returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kujh samay layee hoyee c bandh wanjhli dee awaaz kudey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hun lagda fer ton ho geya mera punjab abaad kudey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hun trinjanee charkhe chalde ne, kudiyan jhurmaat paundeeyan ne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hun fer ton judeeyan nanad-bharjayeeyan mahiye tappe gaundeeyan ne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;gabru mele janey nu, hun fer ton hai gadde nu shingaarda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mele jatt aaunda hai, dubara bann turle wali damame marda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hun waderey fer saathan wich behndey ne, sundey khabran votan vich jit haar deeyan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;naale seef deeyan baajeeyan kheddey ne, karde gallan ghar baar deeyan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hath jod arjoyee karda, malka chauke wala preet ve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;rakheen bachake ehnu jag kolon, lagan naa nazaran sansar deeyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long Live Punjab, Punjabi and Punjaabiat. These lines are my tribute to the  "Never Say Die " spirit of Punjabis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-6169443804109230087?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/6169443804109230087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=6169443804109230087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6169443804109230087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/6169443804109230087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/11/long-live-punjab-punjabi-and-punjaabiat.html' title='Long Live Punjab, Punjabi and Punjaabiat'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-116275372351050963</id><published>2006-11-05T23:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-18T05:31:38.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Imran Ahmad Khan Niazi - Essence of Living &amp; how do I connect to Him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kuch shehar de lok v zaalim san, Kuch sanu v Maran daa shauq c."&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Majhi&lt;/span&gt;(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. &lt;/span&gt;That what I am seeing Imran Khan do for last 10 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-116275372351050963?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/116275372351050963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=116275372351050963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/116275372351050963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/116275372351050963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/11/imran-ahmad-khan-niazi-essence-of.html' title='Imran Ahmad Khan Niazi - Essence of Living &amp; how do I connect to Him.'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-116030510149078164</id><published>2006-10-08T15:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-18T04:27:21.468+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flight of My Dream's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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 "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jatt Aa Geya America&lt;/span&gt;" .. 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, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saunh Rabb jee karda hai ohda gatta lah deyaan&lt;/span&gt;. 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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lehlehatee Peeli Sarson&lt;/span&gt;.  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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Virasaat&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-116030510149078164?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/116030510149078164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=116030510149078164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/116030510149078164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/116030510149078164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/10/flight-of-my-dreams.html' title='Flight of My Dream&apos;s'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115625794956059142</id><published>2006-08-22T20:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:15:49.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Will be Right Back</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115625794956059142?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115625794956059142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115625794956059142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115625794956059142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115625794956059142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/08/will-be-right-back.html' title='Will be Right Back'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115543264760250340</id><published>2006-08-13T06:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-13T07:00:47.660+05:30</updated><title type='text'>15 August "Every Indian Nascence"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;I AM PROUD TO BE INDIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115543264760250340?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115543264760250340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115543264760250340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115543264760250340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115543264760250340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/08/15-august-every-indian-nascence.html' title='15 August &quot;Every Indian Nascence&quot;'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115480657664742605</id><published>2006-08-06T00:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-11T02:57:34.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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".&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there to read my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"aaj fir dil hai kuch udaas udaas,&lt;br /&gt;jaane kyun ek mayusi si chhayi hai,&lt;br /&gt;aaj fir palkon pe pani hai,&lt;br /&gt;bheer mein hoon fir kyun ye tanhai hai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Will be right back with The Vir Sanghvi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115480657664742605?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115480657664742605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115480657664742605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115480657664742605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115480657664742605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-lost.html' title='Love Lost'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115411678033786651</id><published>2006-07-29T00:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:56:39.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sikh? Big Question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here Are Some Quotes From Some Political Wigwigs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" 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)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" 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)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"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)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;" I hate the very physique of a Sikh because of the turban and beard. " (Vallabh Bhai Patel, late Indian top politician) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"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")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"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)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Let us teach these bastards (the Sikhs) a lesson." (Rajiv Gandhi, October 31, 1984)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"... 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)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"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)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;a href="http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/07/dr-manmohan-singh.html"&gt;( Dr. Manmohan Singh)&lt;/a&gt;, Read his &lt;a href="http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/07/dr-manmohan-singh.html"&gt;"Resume"&lt;/a&gt;. 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!&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the Big Question, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If despite all our sacrifices for our motherland, we are labeled as rebels then there is big hole in the system?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Factfile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who Attacked Darbar Sahib (Golden Temple)  Have not lived More Than 153 Days.&lt;br /&gt;Name____________attacked________lived upto&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massa rangarh___03-08-1740______02-01-1741&lt;br /&gt;(153 days)&lt;br /&gt;Yahia Khan______13-11-1746______13-04-1747&lt;br /&gt;(153 days)&lt;br /&gt;Jahan Khan______18-01-1757______19-06-1757&lt;br /&gt;(153 days)&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad Shah______05-02-1762______08-07-1762&lt;br /&gt;Abdali&lt;br /&gt;(153 days)&lt;br /&gt;Indira Gandhi___01-06-1984______31-10-1984&lt;br /&gt;(153 days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know only way to get of trouble and make this world hear loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Harpreet Singh signing off on a High Note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115411678033786651?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115411678033786651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115411678033786651&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115411678033786651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115411678033786651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/07/sikh-big-question.html' title='Sikh? Big Question.'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115386041430928354</id><published>2006-07-26T01:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:16:54.483+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mesmerising Kajol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="illustration"&gt;"She could mesmerize an audience by the sheer force of his presence"&lt;/span&gt;. 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.&lt;br /&gt;                                                       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:-1;" &gt;"Think Kajol, Think Emotions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115386041430928354?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115386041430928354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115386041430928354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115386041430928354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115386041430928354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/07/mesmerising-kajol.html' title='Mesmerising Kajol'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115376997155326550</id><published>2006-07-25T00:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:08:37.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Delhi vs Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thought about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Apni Delhi"&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;As proved by a recent survey conducted by a national magazine &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delhi's people are the politest one&lt;/span&gt;( 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 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delhite's never say die spirit&lt;/span&gt; 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, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"aur unhein apne rang mein rang lete haan yaa unke rang mein rang jaate haan."&lt;/span&gt; (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.&lt;br /&gt;                                      "Wake up Delhi, A bright morning is beckoning you"&lt;br /&gt;                        With this I will be like to sum up. Will meet you with another posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115376997155326550?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115376997155326550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115376997155326550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115376997155326550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115376997155326550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/07/delhi-vs-rest.html' title='Delhi vs Rest'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115364001851144856</id><published>2006-07-23T12:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:29:16.403+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Beyond Age</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Seena Gham Se Bojhal Ho Aur Yaad Kissi Ki Aati Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tab Kamre Mein Band Ho Jana Aur Chhup ke Chhup ke Ro Lena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jab Aankhein Bheegi Hon Jaayein Aur yaad Mein Meri Bhar Aaayen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phir Khud Ko Dhoka Mat Dena Aur Chhup ke Chhup ke Ro lena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jab Palkein Karab Se Mondi Hon Aur sab Samjhein Tum Sote Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tab Moun Par Takiya Rakh Lena Aur Chhup ke chhup ke Ro Lena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeh Duniya Zaalim Duniya Hai, Yeh baat Buhat Phelay Gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tum Sab Ke Saamne Chup Rehna Aur Chhupke chhupke Ro Lena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jab Baarish Chehra Dho Daale Aur Ashk Bhi Boondein Lagti Hon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who Lamha Har giz Mat Khona Aur Chhup ke Chhup ke Ro Lena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;best part of this poem is that some lady named Bhawna replied by sayin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;padh ke tere shabdo ko, yaadon mein tanhai ghir aayee...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;yadon ko sanjotey hue..chupke chupke me ro aayee...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;another one from bhawna....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;gham-e-zindagi mein saath tera aisa hai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;sooni raat mein chaand jaise chamaktaa hai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;apni aankhon ko uthaa kar dekh to zaraa ek baar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;iss jahan se uss jahan tak, ho jaenge hum paar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;madhosh ho kar machal jaataa hun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;soch kar tujhko apney khayaaalo mein&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;rukh pey tere nashaa yun hai,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;nahi jo mey {sharaab} ke pyaalon mein&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;uthaa kar nakaab, ek deedaar phir sey karaa de&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bujhti hui shamaa ko ek baar phir se jalaaa de...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;i&gt;another one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(132, 132, 0);"&gt;chupa kar laye thi jo tere liye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(132, 132, 0);"&gt;chup kar jo aaye thi milne tujse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(132, 132, 0);"&gt;khuli ankhon mein sanjoye hue..behisaab khoobsurat sapney bhi they...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(132, 132, 0);"&gt;ankahey shabdon mein liptey hue, mere kuch ehsaaas bhi they...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(132, 132, 0);"&gt;langh kar pathar ke darwazon ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(132, 132, 0);"&gt;tod kar na janey kitni bediyon ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(132, 132, 0);"&gt;hathon mein apney thaam ke..layee thi tere liye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(132, 132, 0);"&gt;dil se apney.. kuch dhadkaney chura laayee thi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(132, 132, 0);"&gt;tujhse jo mein pehli dafaa milne aayee thi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any comments on these budding poets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115364001851144856?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115364001851144856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115364001851144856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115364001851144856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115364001851144856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/07/poetry-beyond-age.html' title='Poetry Beyond Age'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115363915381612230</id><published>2006-07-23T12:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:49:13.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From Kanupriya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"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."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;This is a tribute to all my initial readers... to my mentor who keeps me pushing for writing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115363915381612230?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115363915381612230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115363915381612230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115363915381612230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115363915381612230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/07/from-kanupriya.html' title='From Kanupriya'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115359318984714045</id><published>2006-07-22T23:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:11:48.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to "The Mother"</title><content type='html'>This is not the original work. But it Simply touched my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. you thanked her by crying all the night.&lt;br /&gt;2. When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.You thanked her by running away when she called.&lt;br /&gt;3. When you were 3 years old, she made all your mealswith love. You thanked her by tossing your plate onthe floor&lt;br /&gt;4. When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons. You thanked her by coloring the dinning roomtable.&lt;br /&gt;5. When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays. You thanked her by looping into the nearestpile of mud&lt;br /&gt;6. When you were 6 years old, she walked you into school. You thanked her by screaming, "I'M NOT GOING&lt;br /&gt;7. When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball. You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor window&lt;br /&gt;8. When you were 8 years old, she handed you an icecream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.&lt;br /&gt;9. When you were 9 years old, she paid for pianolessons. You thanked her by never even bothering to practice it.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;br /&gt;13. When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;14. When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;15. When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;16. When you were 16, she taught you how to drove her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;17. When you were 17, she was expecting an important call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night&lt;br /&gt;18. When you were 18, she cried at your school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;20. When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone. You thanked her by saying "It's none of your business".&lt;br /&gt;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".&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;23. When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment. You thanked her by telling your friend it was ugly.&lt;br /&gt;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!"&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;26. When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby. You thanked by telling her, "Things are different now."&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;29. And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did, came crashing down like thunder on your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF SHE' S STILL AROUND, NEVER FORGET TO LOVE HER MORE THAN EVER. AND IF SHE' S NOT, REMEMBER HER UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115359318984714045?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115359318984714045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115359318984714045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115359318984714045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115359318984714045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/07/ode-to-mother.html' title='An Ode to &quot;The Mother&quot;'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115358575926486904</id><published>2006-07-22T20:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-22T23:41:27.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"My Childhood"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trafalgar Square&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then that times when my late grandmaa (We with respect used to call him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"bebe"&lt;/span&gt;)  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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection and mother's love.”&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Koi lauta woh de woh barish ka paani....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"SALAAM BOMBAY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lehra Mohabaat - To me it means "Waves of Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115358575926486904?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115358575926486904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115358575926486904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115358575926486904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115358575926486904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-childhood.html' title='&quot;My Childhood&quot;'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115322503956503471</id><published>2006-07-18T17:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:37:26.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Busy Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115322503956503471?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115322503956503471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115322503956503471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115322503956503471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115322503956503471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/07/busy-times.html' title='Busy Times'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115121951455077454</id><published>2006-06-25T11:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:07:56.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Learning Curves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                            Dard samet ke sare jahan ke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                     Jab kuch naa ban saka to mera dil bana diya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mistakes:&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Things I missed out&lt;/span&gt;: 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!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About the people surrounding me:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ram Niwas Asawa&lt;/span&gt;, 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". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek Vimal&lt;/span&gt;, 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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alok Rajendra Agrawal&lt;/span&gt;, 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"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Abhishek Dubey&lt;/span&gt;, 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 &lt;a href="http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com"&gt;“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.”&lt;/a&gt; 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". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varun Roy&lt;/span&gt;, Someone has censored me to write about this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Munish Sikka&lt;/span&gt;, 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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Himanshu Singh Solanki, &lt;/span&gt;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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My future: &lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Naa                              jane ashk se aakhon me kyon hain aaye huye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;                             Gujar gaya hai jamana tujhe bhulaye huye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115121951455077454?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115121951455077454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115121951455077454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115121951455077454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115121951455077454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/06/learning-curves.html' title='Learning Curves'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115097966808252964</id><published>2006-06-22T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-18T15:43:56.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life Rock's Again</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115097966808252964?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115097966808252964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115097966808252964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115097966808252964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115097966808252964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-rocks-again.html' title='Life Rock&apos;s Again'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115097919536431468</id><published>2006-06-22T17:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:24:39.159+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cricket'/><title type='text'>Rahul Is a Great Motivation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/1600/start.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/320/start.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/1600/dravid_odi_armsup_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/320/dravid_odi_armsup_d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to this Great Servant of Indian Cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115097919536431468?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115097919536431468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115097919536431468&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115097919536431468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115097919536431468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/06/rahul-is-great-motivation.html' title='Rahul Is a Great Motivation.'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115072428829502377</id><published>2006-06-19T19:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-19T19:08:08.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Harpreet Rock's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/1600/harry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/320/harry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115072428829502377?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115072428829502377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115072428829502377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115072428829502377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115072428829502377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/06/harpreet-rocks.html' title='Harpreet Rock&apos;s'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115057194319575077</id><published>2006-06-18T00:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:00:30.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/1600/howstart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/320/howstart.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone suggest a way out while remaining in this framework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115057194319575077?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115057194319575077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115057194319575077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115057194319575077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115057194319575077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115042064546574762</id><published>2006-06-16T06:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-25T11:28:39.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Appreciating My Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;       &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115042064546574762?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115042064546574762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115042064546574762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115042064546574762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115042064546574762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/06/appreciating-my-past.html' title='Appreciating My Past'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-115029501979486181</id><published>2006-06-14T19:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-14T20:02:29.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Friends"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Make sure you read all the way down to the last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;(Most importantly the last sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me if I have ever left a hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-115029501979486181?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/115029501979486181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=115029501979486181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115029501979486181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/115029501979486181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/06/friends.html' title='&quot;Friends&quot;'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-114935521295313982</id><published>2006-06-03T22:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-16T05:37:19.463+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Its easy to joke on a Sardar, but It's too difficult to be a Sardar"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/1600/tengurus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/400/tengurus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12'0 clock&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;"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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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'&lt;br /&gt;"Its easy to joke on a Sardar, but It's too difficult to be a Sardar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-114935521295313982?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/114935521295313982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=114935521295313982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114935521295313982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114935521295313982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-easy-to-joke-on-sardar-but-its-too.html' title='&quot;Its easy to joke on a Sardar, but It&apos;s too difficult to be a Sardar&quot;'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-114928331181290263</id><published>2006-06-03T02:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-03T03:23:59.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>looking for new b()nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/1600/DSC00513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/320/DSC00513.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-114928331181290263?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/114928331181290263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=114928331181290263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114928331181290263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114928331181290263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/06/looking-for-new-bnd.html' title='looking for new b()nd'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-114811684921598395</id><published>2006-05-20T14:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-20T14:53:15.913+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Save Me From This Shameless World Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"We’re not afraid to talk about it. Sex wasn’t invented in a dark alley behind a porn shop. It’s part of God’s design. In fact, this may shock you but…God wants you to have GREAT SEX." Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the recent days i came across the facts that i could not beleive could be true. All the  things came to fore from the  controversy created by the release of hopeful blockbuster Da Vinci Code. The controversy was about the fact that movie showed that Christ was married and had sex. Church never going to agree to this and also we. Sex in the church is considered to be a sin. I was shocked by this. By orders from the Church priests even if they are married are not allowed to have sex. I was shocked by this. Church behaved as if America is not sex motivated country. I was shocked by this. We tend to beleive that some religions are more open than the other ones. But in the hindsight this illusion is created by the economic imbalances.  In the cover every religion has the same blockades. I cannt help thinking it that we have plunged to these depths that we are discussing about a Divine Personality whether he had the pleasure of sex. For God sake we should leave God out of the shameless mess we humans have created around us.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway looking for the clash of titans  next week .  FANAA  vs  DA  VINCI CODE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adam ate an apple from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. It's a shame we ran out of apples." -- The Sage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Galatia SIL';font-size:1em;color:blue;"   &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-114811684921598395?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/114811684921598395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=114811684921598395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114811684921598395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114811684921598395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/05/save-me-from-this-shameless-world.html' title='Save Me From This Shameless World Jesus'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-114807724894572180</id><published>2006-05-20T03:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-20T03:54:01.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Limn "Harpreet Singh"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It could be one of the most difficult thing i could be doing. To describe myself as a third person. I think he is the weakest person around with a strong lechery for acheiving greater heights ... but always lacking the adequate fuel. One of the few persons around me with a geniously useless mind. He always lacks the courage to tell the truth which can hurt others. He always tries to keep the persons around him happy somehow but could not manage it every time. Sometimes his loquaciousness lands him in the trouble time and again. Someone can easily lure him with some emotional moments. But what i really like and some people dislike about him is that he has at times controlled huge amounts of anger which could have lead a lot of disasters. Have a strong beleif in relationships. While trying to hold onto most things drops most of the things. Sometimes you can bank upon him but mostly his shoulder is not there to rest upon. Loves publicity and always tries to manage a good public image. On the lighter side whenever Harpreet comes first thing to come to mind is Sardar. Loves Sunny Deol to the core. Likes to  watch the Bollywood movies. A person with strong urge to have a sound health and body. Likes to dress well and sometimes also manages it. But still at times he is able to hold his own. You cannot resist &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/21091911"&gt;HARPREET SINGH SRAN&lt;/a&gt;.  On the darker side He Lies and also has the shades of grey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-114807724894572180?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/114807724894572180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=114807724894572180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114807724894572180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114807724894572180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-limn-harpreet-singh.html' title='To Limn &quot;Harpreet Singh&quot;'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-114796010125504399</id><published>2006-05-18T19:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:19:30.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Imagination is more important than Knowledge"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/1600/successv.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/320/successv.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anyone who reads it should go till the end. I have learnt something from this you should also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty. He asks one of his new students to stand and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Absolutely, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is God all-powerful?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;Student is silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: You can't answer, can you?&lt;br /&gt;Let's start again, young fellow. Is God good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is Satan good?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Where does Satan come from?&lt;br /&gt;Student: From...God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it? And God did make everything. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So who created evil?&lt;br /&gt;Student does not answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So, who created them?&lt;br /&gt;Student has no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?&lt;br /&gt;Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?&lt;br /&gt;Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes Faith. And that is the problem science has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the student said can I ask something to you Professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;br /&gt;Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No sir. There isn\'t.&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don\'t have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can\'t go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. (There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn\'t darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: You\'re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something.&lt;br /&gt;You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light... But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn\'t it? In reality, darkness isn\'t. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn\'t you?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can\'t even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: And is there such a thing as cold?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: No sir. There isn't.&lt;br /&gt;(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it. (There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something.&lt;br /&gt;You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light... But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and its called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor\'s brain?&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor\'s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you\'ll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;Student: That is it sir... The link between man &amp; god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving &amp; alive. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO KNOW WHO THAT STUDENT WAS? This is a true story, and the student was none other than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DR. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, President of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;imagination is more imp than knowledge&amp;quot;This message was sent to you by microprocessors i hate it.... To see microprocessors\'s profile click:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Profile&lt;wbr&gt;.aspx?uid\u003d9140993015196863346&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To control notification emails, access your Account Settings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Settings&lt;wbr&gt;.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not an orkut user, you can block all orkut users from sending you email by visiting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;http://www.orkut.com/Block&lt;wbr&gt;.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?&lt;br /&gt;(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The class is in uproar.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?&lt;br /&gt;(The class breaks out into laughter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.&lt;br /&gt;Student: That is it sir... The link between man &amp; god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving &amp;amp; alive. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO KNOW WHO THAT STUDENT WAS? This is a true story, and the student was none other than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;DR. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, President of India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagination is more important than Knowledge"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-114796010125504399?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/114796010125504399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=114796010125504399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114796010125504399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114796010125504399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/05/imagination-is-more-important-than.html' title='&quot;Imagination is more important than Knowledge&quot;'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-114778945033757769</id><published>2006-05-16T19:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:46:32.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thougts I Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attack life, it's going to kill you anyway. -- Steven       Coallier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It has been said that man is a rational animal. All my life I have been searching for evidence which could support this. - Bertrand Russell&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is       what makes it permanent.-- Marilyn vos Savant&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not big enough to lose, you are not big enough to       win. --  Walter Reuther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to have a friend is to be one.  -- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway. -- Fr. Jerome Cummings&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always remembered for hitting the target...not aiming the target. -- Navjot Singh Sidhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to Prevent and Prepare than Repent and Repair. -- Navjot Singh Sidhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad habits are like soft beds, its easy to get in but very difficult to get out. -- Navjot Singh Sidhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the burden which kills you but the way you carry it. -- Navjot Singh Sidhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      I will keep updating the thoughts as I keep encountering them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-114778945033757769?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/114778945033757769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=114778945033757769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114778945033757769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114778945033757769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/05/thougts-i-love.html' title='Thougts I Love....'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-114760973917553644</id><published>2006-05-14T17:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-20T03:07:51.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To do LIST : Before leaving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/1600/pistol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5703/2574/320/pistol.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Wish To Do List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearing GRE&lt;br /&gt;To finding a good restaurant in Delhi&lt;br /&gt;To making relationships stronger&lt;br /&gt;To make broken ends meet&lt;br /&gt;To try to live a value-based life&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy a sound health&lt;br /&gt;To keep my near and dear one's happy&lt;br /&gt;To own a few costliest things&lt;br /&gt;To own a big orange orchard&lt;br /&gt;To learn singing in punjabi way&lt;br /&gt;To have my own personal pistol (other from family's) which should be always be around my hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes will be modified as these never cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="goaltitle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.43things.com/things/view/13551"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com"&gt;Today Everybody knows price of everything but value of nothing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-114760973917553644?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/114760973917553644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=114760973917553644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114760973917553644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114760973917553644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-do-list-before-leaving.html' title='To do LIST : Before leaving'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24769219.post-114753029995794195</id><published>2006-05-13T19:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:59:08.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>mama's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oday living 300 kms away from my mother for nearly 4 years i am not to express my gratitude and love for my mother who has been there at every point of time to help me get over the every obstacle i have faced. she has been always been to cover my shortcomings(i have them in plenty). she has been there waiting for me in the killing heat of summer to come back from school... to make food for me in the winter mornings when people tend to give their children money to buy food from school canteen...she was awake to see that i could sleep properly.... she was always longing for me when i was not living with her... still keeps my clothes of childhood with utter deep love...i have seen her scolding me for my increasing weight and at the same time keep giving me something to eat... i cannt forget her bribing me with 5 rupees for eating gol gappas in lieu of taking her to the vegetable market... events cumin to my mind are endless... asking me on my day of leaving for the gradution college to not to roam after girls and promising me that she will get "BASRE DI HOOR" for me.... the physical distance is bound to increase from 300 km to saat samundar but i cannot long for anyone better than my mama... while portraying her she is juss like any other mom same scolding, love n everything.... but when heralding something she has been been one of the influential personality on my life .... mama i have till now has not done anything great but i promise to make you one of the happiest mama in the world..... LUV U MAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24769219-114753029995794195?l=harpreetsran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/feeds/114753029995794195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24769219&amp;postID=114753029995794195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114753029995794195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24769219/posts/default/114753029995794195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harpreetsran.blogspot.com/2006/05/mamas-day.html' title='mama&apos;s day'/><author><name>Harpreet Singh Sran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17907287123661977519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fTO1KrJQqyk/RqnfQ60P6DI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iu09vfGOhVw/s400/DSC00101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
