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DISCLAIMER:- Please carry on reading this article if you are ready to think logically and understand.
If you are one of those people who will not listen to One wrong word against the country PLEASE STOP NOW, I am sorry.. This article is not for you, or for those who have one single track mind..
All those who think our country has nothing wrong ALSO STOP READING NOW.
All those who can only TALK and do nothing also STOP READING. 

ALSO This is not INDIA bashing its towards the INDIAN PEOPLE .. bashing those who wud not od anything but will be the first ones to argue or fight or shout and put others down… Its to people to accept the the fault and work to fix it not sit and bask that we are doing good Thanks

What is this independance day and why do we celebrate it.. This is going to be a SHOCK for all reading this , I am indian and I think we should stop celebrating the Independance day .. the whole idea of or the reason of the celebration has been lost…

In my mind or in my sense we started clebrating this day because the British LEFT us or GAVE us independance , I have said Left us or Gave us because if you think logically , with a cool mind we could not have won it with war and with the Gandhi principles Even if we did manage it would have taken many more years to do so, The british went because they could not see any advantage of there stay Had they wanted they could have stayed anyway thats not the point of this article..

We started to celebrate this day because we became a independent country to be governed by us Indians THATS IT.. But its been 63 years now of celebration no one celebrates events for ever .. Especially when now we can sit back and think DO WE REALLY DESERVE IT ALL.

The few years in the start may have been good inspite of the wars we had to fight, for the sole reason that we had Indians ruling us and No white skin to bow down to. There have been some commendable work done by some indians, I say some because there are only a handful who actually work for the betterment of the country… Rest have just taken it for granted including me .. There were people then who wanted the british to go , who genuinly loved the country Now after so many years all those people have passed away and some are on way .. Which brings us to the new CROP.. That is US ALL .

Where are we now..

Were we not better off when we had british rule..

Over this last week I have read countless articles on independance day some moaning about the conditions , some saying how they love the country, some saying this should happen or that should happen… Come next year or wait Come january we will again do this DHAKOSLA on 26th Janaury.. then it all stops.

We Indians have no , NO excuse of bringing our country to this state, look at Germany or Japan.. world war happened look at the state of those countires completely devastated.. Look at them NOW.. Can we compare even a single thing… India was not devastated True it was poor because of the wealth taken away BUT mind you British gave our country a lot, The roads they built then are still standing , Have a look at the road in each locality – in your own locality that were built just DAY BEFORE YESTERDAY, you will get the idea..

Railways was another thing given to us .

The people who gave their LIVES for the country had the right to say they love their country, How many of the people who have written big articles or commented how they love their country can actually go and give their life, HECK I dont think I can go and die..

Yes our country is corrupt, Yes its far behind, Yes our country is dirty All this is true so time has come to STOP going GA GA over stupid things and shouting at foreigners who says india is dirty YES IT IS, I say so that does not mean I am not indian or you love the country more than ME. Time has Come to WORK and FIX IT

We all each and everyone , people Living In or outside india, EACH ONE has to wake up and stop this FARCE.. IF we start now maybe just maybe in a decade or two we can start to celebrate the Independance day again when we again win our freedom this time from our own people, From US , FROM YOU from ME… it is still a maybe but then there is still hope…

I was reading an article where someone mentioned we should celebrate the day to pay respect to freedom fighters, Come on I say to them, Those freedom fighters did not give their life to get this day , they had different ideas, they gave their LIFE for US the new generation who shout at top of our voice when need be how proud we are to be indians,

THE REAL CELEBRATION WOULD BE TO MAKE SURE WE BUILD THE INDIA THAT THEY HAD VISUALISED

Furling the national flag, singing the national anthem is not gonna achieve that. We have to start to WORK on making it better. We need to face the REALITY, till we do that nothing can be changed the first step to start changing or rectifying a PROBLEM is to Accept there IS A PROBLEM… if there is no problem then what are we rectifying NOTHING.

Lets forget of who did what , so what if a foreigner said india is dirty SO WHAT.. if it felt bad then maybe you should have gone and cleaned the place .. HECK I would do that I maynot have the guts to go and die for the country but I can go and clean the place and I have done it ..

The work on making the country a better place has to start, The first thing should be to stop moaning and actually doing something , If each of us take jsut a couple of hours out of a week it can work wonders. The problem is we will not do anything, but the moment someone says this is wrong , that is wrong we all attack them like a swarm of bees.. What we DONT Do is try to rectify the wrongness.

Looking forward to the comments I am gonna get after this article but after commenting do read the article again with a cool mind and think what I have said .. If you dont understand DO ASK….

To be continued :-

WordLess Wednesday

Posted: August 25, 2010 in Life, Wednesday, Wordless, Work

Life can change in a Second

Posted: August 23, 2010 in Uncategorized

First of All :- Sorry for not being in touch and not having visited any of the blogs for the last 10 days, THANKS A TON for those emails and SMS Messages and the Phone calls..
sorry I did not revert back to most of them because of some problems, I am back and hopefully regular, This blog has been the best thing to have happened being in touch with all the people and so many well wishers THANKS A LOT ONCE AGAIN for all the wishes GOD bless you all…

I had written this note earlier putting it up again ..

A very funny thing happened, I had a hospital appointment for a simple procedure to be done on me.

I Was advised it is a simple procedure Which will be carried under Local Anesthetic..

7:30 Am was the appointment , Twiddling my hands I reached there , Parked my car at a side road .. walked to the 2nd floor .. as my luck would have the escalators were not working … Called in .. The pretty little nurse comes in to get me changed..

Well after changing Dr Mitchell comes to have word with me , telling me what will happen , how it is all going to take place. Everyone is so confident its a simple procedure.. syringe in.. to get the fluid out Simple.. the brochure says its about 15-20 Minutes Long.

Ah Well at about 10:30 I am asked to follow into the Op theater.. where the First Fun part happened, just before the OP room there was small room where i was wheeled . a nurse came put some sticky things on my chest , arms etc.. To do a ECG.. WHAT FOR I WAS WONDERING …

Dr Mitchell comes on intercom “We are Ready in here “, The nurse replies We are not , we are waiting for the Anesthetic guy to come.

5 to 10 minutes went by.. Intercom goes buzzz .” How long will it take ” the nurse replies still waiting.. Dr Mitchell walks in , sees me strapped .. What are you doing Juliet.. Waiting for the Dr. to come and Administer.. NO NO NO this is Local Anaesthetic.. Not General ..

WOW I AM AWAKE AND THINKING .. WTF I was just about to be put to sleep, wow.. Ah well after this first mis-communication , I asked Dr if he knew what we are doing, What procedure we were doing , Are we not ..

“Yes Mr Mann, Stop being funny, I have the needle in hand”… ooops

Well I am laying down.. while the Dr tells the other present what is going on , I am guessing they are student doctors Great Now I am a DUMMY to be worked on :).. it gets better and better, about 4 in the room, One gave me an injection …

I felt a needle go in.. the doctor is asking How I am .. I said fine , the nurse at my head says just before the needle “this is the hard part, think of your next holiday “.. My eye went to the monitor She showed me my heart beat , it was about 100 I think cause she said Its just cause you are nervous.. NO I AM Not…

next moment I have this Fainty feeling, Head goes buzzz.. I am sweating .. the Dr asked How are you doing , I say not good.. the Heart rate went to 80 then 57 further down.. Bloody hell suddenly it was chaos.. 4 or 5 personnel appear , I am quickly given two injections of something in my hand … and a Drip put up… everyone looking at me .. the heartbeat or blood pressure whatever it was went to 46..

The student Dr’s are asked to step back.. the seniors took charge .. to me this happened so fast .. but apparently it was almost 1PM when they finished , so a normal routine thing of 20 minutes took more than two hours… I am wheeled out and Now under Observation.. A Pretty Nurse is sitting right in front of me , watching me breath he he he .. Every 15 to 20 minutes she is coming to me Getting my blood pressure..she is a indian I think.. trying to tell me that all is fine, I am doing ok.. in the middle she speaks in Hindi, I bet she thinks I am uneducated or something.. Anyway I am letting her have her FUN.. bad of me .. she seems really concerned… asking me stuff.. telling me “Kabhi kabhi ho jata hai.. fikar ki baat nahin hai”

YES I KNOW.. when can I go Home…

I was told oops We had a incident in the theater…they did not tell me what was the incident.. I am just wondering what it could be .. Tomorrow I have this appointment with my doc, So i will make sure to ask what was this Incident about … I loved what the lady doctor said to me “Its just one of those things ” ..

WHAT THINGS IS THAT THING ?

Life does change in a Jiffy .. It would have IF .. Anyway .. Does it not ….

I have two incidents to discuss , that happened with me last week

First One :- What have our parents – teachers -elders taught us, have we forgotten all our basic traditions. It seems so. I say this because first time in my living here i felt embarrassed of being a INDIAN. I do talk a lot about our values etc.

This is how the story unfolds, a few weeks back My Mother tells me that another woman who lives near our hometown has been getting in contact with her about her Son who have come to UK on some sort of visa, He is in some sort of trouble, I am supposed to find the guy who lives somewhere on Smethwick High street, near the Gurudwara sahib.  Oh yes I have this power that when I walk on that road I will immediately recognise Manjit Singh to find out the problem he is in.

I was later given a phone number on which I left at least 3 or 4 voicemails, a couple of sms messages, no result this went on, My mum asked the same question about have I done something, In the end I asked Mum to pass my Phone Number to the person, ask him to get in touch.. Anyway i got the call , the guy came over to my house we discussed the problems he had, GUESS WHAT.. the problem was he had sent his passport for extension of visa , since he did not know English he needed someone to ring the home office to enquire. . This is what the problem was ANYWAY this is not the story that i was about to tell you.

Last Thursday I got a call from this Manjit person , he had been assaulted beaten black and blue because he owed some money to someone , since he was not returning the guy had sent a few guys over who caught hold of him beat him, took him to the bank, used his card to withdraw the money and left him alone.

This is still not the story ….  🙂

Now it begins , Manjit singh informed the police who came , took his statement, (now it gets interesting), The house where he was living was shared with a Indian Sikh family, whose son was with him when he was beaten up, so he was a witness.. the police came to the house for statements and that’s when all hell broke loose …

First of all the boy denied being a witness , he denied he was there, on telling him it is on CCTV, he says he did not see anything, well the police could not do anything they had to go back to check others information when the police went , this family got so upset that police had come to the house they asked Manjit to vacate the house there and then … Something to do with how the IJJAT OF THE FAMILY was shattered .. WTF It was not as if he had done something wrong, informed the police who were doing the job, so what if police came they did not come to arrest anyone , they came to get the statments to help nab the culprits.

I was not informed about all this .. next day I got another phone call from Manjit telling me he wants to meet up, I met him where he told me how he spent the night out on the road and all this happened, (as some of you will know me, I was ANGRY) ..

He cannot be asked to leave without notice, I told him his rights and asked him to ring this person or the landlord we rung the landlord first .. he answered the phone I introduced myself , he was polite told him the situation he had no idea  agreed with me and asked Manjit to return back.

As I was talking to him we kept getting calls from the Family elder with whom the house was shared , I handed the phone to Manjit but on speaker.. some of the Word i heard, I was hearing for the first time , I mean i had been in college and lived in punjab and can use choicest of punjabi words but Oh boy he had a vocabulary of his own.

I could not take any more , I got the phone asked him to be quiet and then I introduced myself telling him my name and where i lived.. hearing my voice he did calm down a bit.. I asked him what was his problem.. BELIEVE me I was polite (my parents have taught me to respect the elders no matter what , to talk calmly not to be abusive towards elders), That’s exactly what i did

I got the following

1. Who the F___ am I ?
2. Why am I talking for him?
3. If I am so concerned I should take him home ?
4. They will break my legs if we go near the house.
5. Will inform the police if we go near the house.
6. Furthur he also adds that since I am a Indian and belong to Punjab I should know how he knows the SSP Police in amritsar, How he knows the Minister of some dept in Punjab

I listened to this guy patiently when he was done, I just said “Thank you, and Sat Sri Akal Will come to meet you and also to meet the SSP and the Minister”.. and put the phone down.. I was raging

I did go to this person’s house , he was not home don’t know what would have happened if he was there, this was about 8pm at night I went to work came home and slept.

Next day (saturday) there was this knock on door a Sikh gentleman with a big Beard along with a young guy was standing at the door, I opened the usual Sat Sri akal, he asked my name , I said “Bikramjit Singh Mann”.. bloody hell he almost fell to my feet, mumbling something I was taken aback didn’t know what to do.. I was embarrassed..

This was the guy who had said all these awful things to me, somehow during the night he got to know from Manjit who i was , what i did , Who my dad was .. so this brought all the change ..

I am not writing this BLOG to showoff or anything but coming back to the start of this article and the article i wrote on spoken words ..

Should we not talk politely with everyone

Should we not respect what other is saying

Should we not at least hear out what someone else is saying

Should we be so Rude on phone

What the hell is that SSP in amritsar or that Minister going to do to me .. They cant help there own and they will come to teach me something here in UK.

What sort of mentality is that, Was this guy trying to frighten me ..

This gentleman is supposedly a Granthi , the man who follows god, preaches love, humanity, is suppsed to preach to live in harmony BLAH BLAH BLAH..

Is this what he has learnt  ? 

Is this what he is teaching to people who come for advice to him in the Gurudwara sahib. What honour is left in him falling at my feet as if I am some sort of God father or something.

The other reason is also that he is Illegally staying in the UK and his son too is Illegal that was the reason why he would not be a witness, I can understand that but to treat a fellow Indian like that , throw him out of the house at night .. What sort of way is that.  They were afraid I might report them and you know what I WILL. I am so angry at this person. I mean did he not have any shame , all his life he probably has worked hard and to come to this level…

Now the boy Manjit can stay in the house for as long as he can, which again I feel is not good what sort of relation will they have , wont the boy threaten to spill the beans now that he knows i might support him.

No wonder our elders told us to be patient, Think what we are saying, Know what we are saying .. To WHO we are saying … I have learnt a lesson from this that you never know who is on the other side of the phone line so to be polite wont harm.

and Also the saying Never hit a person who is lying down cause when he stands up he maybe Taller then you…

Please do give me your views

What would you have done and Also If I could or Should have done something different .. Or was I a coward or something or just Shameless Human being…

do you talk like this ?
Have you had a experience like this ?

PS:- I will aks these same questions when i end up putting the second article cause that also seems to be on same theme..

Khushiyan-Khede Gidhe
Bhangre te Mele Sab ne Yaraan-beliyaan de naal

Gusse Gille Shikve
Ladaiyan te Jhagde Sab ne Yaraan-beliyaan de naal

Dil Jodne-Todna Mohabbat, Pyar
Wafa te Dhokhe Sab ne Yaraan-beliyaan de naal

Daroo Diyaan Shamaan
Gadi de bonnet te murge diya lataan
Bakre Bulaune te Ludiyaan Pauniya Sab ne Yaraan-beliyaan de naal

Seep di baaji, Pa Hukam de Begi ch Ikka.. Tera ne Banaune..
Maar maar Thapan fer Hukam de Raje naal 26 hai Banaune
Kotpees te lai ke ikhatiyaan 7 baajiyaan Kot karne Sab ne Yaraan-beliyaan de naal

Fad lai- Chak lai – Chadhi na – Thok de
Vekh lange, Aun de – Koi na Sab ne Yaraan-beliyaan de naal

Bas Idaan kaho Mere yaro – dosto – mitro
Ke Duniya hai Yaraan-beliyaan de naal

Tuhade Sab de naal
Update:-
1. Khushiyan        –   Happiness
Gidhe Bhangre –  Punjab dances  
te Mele            –  and Fairs,

Sab ne Yaraan-beliyaan de naal — (All the above are with friends )
 
 

2. Gusse Gille Shikve   – Anger, Problems,
   Ladaiyan te Jhagde – Fights   (Ladai, Jhagda, )

3. Dil Jodne-Todna Mohabbat, Pyar
   Wafa te Dhokhe
                                (Mending of hearts, breaking of hearts, Love, effection, loyalty and betrayals)

4. Daroo Diyaan Shamaan   – (An evening with DRINKS)
Gadi de bonnet te murge diya lataan  – (with chicken legs on the bonnet of the car)
Bakre Bulaune – ( I dont know how to convert this bakre bulauna is when drunks do burrrraaaaaaaaaaa…. )
Ludiyaan :- a step in bhangra

5. Seep di baaji, Pa Hukam de Begi ch Ikka.. Tera ne Banaune.. (Seep is a game of cards, where you count the points of the number for cards of spades.. Begi is Queen .. Ikka is ACe.. queen has 12 points and ace has one.. you add both and can pick with a King which is 13 points)

Maar maar Thapan fer Hukam de Raje naal 26 hai Banaune (so 12 + 1 + 13== maeks it 26)

Kotpees te lai ke ikhatiyaan 7 baajiyaan Kot karne = (Kotpees is another game of cards , you wind seven hadns in a row you do a KOT on the others.. )

6. Fad lai- Chak lai – Chadhi na – Thok de
Vekh lange, Aun de – Koi na
 (some words punjabi’s use if in a fight .. Hold them, pick them, dont leave .. Hit them.. We will see them, let them come.. never mind )

Bas Idaan kaho Mere yaro – dosto – mitro Ke Duniya hai Yaraan-beliyaan de naal
   
        (My story is that My life is my world is with FRIENDS )

Tuhade Sab de naal
        (With you all.. With all you friends)

the best i could translate 🙂

Update:- 6th August :- Anups Mum wrote this to me :- bikram .ajay was always my strength and anup was my weakness.but after going to canada he slowly became my strength too.every morning starts with his thoughts and every evening ends like that.when he was in australia he might have been going through rough times financially or emotionally but when asked how r u son he w…ould always say ;chardi kala;that was anup never cribbing about anything.one common sentence every one said on his passing was that he had no mean bone in him.even to the servant he would not like if anyone said servant,no he would say domestic help.To his seniors he was never rude or reply back.he may be very upset by their behaviour maximum he would say mom it is okay status quo has to be maintained.That was my son and am proud that i gave birth to such a good human being who was such a puritan in deeds and thoughts.icould go on and on but i will finish here with these lines

na haath hi pakar sake na pakar sake daaman
itne karib se uth kar chala gaya koi.

This post is in response to the Blogadda Contest on friendship day titled ‘Friends Forever’ in association with Pringoo

Wherever I see, I find my friends everywhere. Visibly or indirectly, I see them all around me

Its the international friendship day.. what a day to remember our friends

To me a friend is who would stand by you, no matter what, right or wrong is something to think about after the need has got over.. A friend in need is a friend indeed that’s how we respect our friendship, Good friends stand by you, Right or wrong.. That is not the criteria here at the moment.. The moment is that your friend needs you and You are there.. THAT TO ME IS FRIENDSHIP…

How many people do we come across in our life, who we can ask directly how they feel rather then assume OR How many times does it happen what we See the whole world walk out and a few Walk IN FOR YOU. The people who do this are Friends.

Friends are someone who accept you the way you are, who know all your good-bad things but still are with you, They are the people who would rather be with you then be somewhere else.. and even though i think every day is friendship day.

I am proud and can honestly say I got friends almost all over the world now, I got friends with whom i have grown up , some are people whom i have not met for years gone by but I know in my heart that if need be they will be there with me. Then over the time i started to blog and now I got so many friends over blogging too, Not sure if they consider me as there friend but i surly do consider them one.  I believe in one thing that we may earn millions, become rich or poor, or be someone well known.. but we are remembered by the Company we kept, and by the Grace of God I have a very beautiful company.. Each of my friends are a Jewel  and I can’t live without any of them .. I sincerely believe in the saying that

Dosti karo to jam ke karo
Dushmani Karo to Woh bhi Khoob karo
Magar khyal itna rahe KI FIR AGAR DOST BANO
to Sharmindagi na ho

 

Today on this Day I remember my best friend The first one I had. The only good thing to have happened to me during my school days (which were not very pretty), his name was Anup…. I can’t remember how we met, but we were in the same class and use to sit together. In our Xth class we sat in the second row, Gaganjit, Me, Anupinder, Vinney Partap Brar, Bhupi virk.
I remember the lovely days we had , driving on the Brown Vijay Super scooter on the roads of Patiala.. Him driving, me behind him, Vinney partap as third person on the poor scooter. Sometimes We had Ajay too, ajay was Anup’s younger brother. It was Mad days… The Clutch wire or the accelerator wire broke, one person held it behind.. He would shout Pull to accelerate or slow down to change the gear.. The guy behind would be doing the needful. Hilarious situations now that I think of At that Time it was weird.

The day we did not have the scooter it was the trusted ATLAS cycle, me sitting on the Danda in front and him paddling.. catching hold of the trolley behind a tractor to take a lift .. I would spend a lot of my holidays with them in patiala, sometimes he would come to stay with us in Chandigarh.
Aunty ji would make us jugs of milk shakes and Aloo paranthas..
Anup was funny if he got engrossed into reading a novel he would not move, and Me and ajay would do things to him he he he put his legs around , and stuff like that but Anup would be so busy and concentrating in the novel he would not mind. He use to be a very good basketball player.
The trips to the 22 number phatak where all the Patiala girls would come and us ogling over them.. the going to Pick a chick fast food place for a pizza or a burger, Order the food then finishing a bottle of ketchup eating it up.
I remember we had gone to Jammu and kashmir tour with our school, bad luck for Anup he was stuck with me , there were other guys who use to pick on me bullied me a lot, i use to be in hostel for some odd reason these guys challenged us to come ot there room in evening. I was a scary cat But I still remember to this Day Anup telling me We have to go , its the question of Sardari, honour we have been challenged so no matter what we have to go, i was trying to dissuade Anup into not going but he was adamant. We did go both of us against the 7 or 8 of the gang, though we got beaten up but I am really happy we made that, and thanks to Anup I also had the courage to stand up to these bully’s.
The first time we had a drink together, The time when his grandparents had gone to Canada and we painted the village Red, loud music , dancing the whole night drinking.. it was awesome. It was terrorism days, we were super humans no care in the world. Ajay our younger brother was the scapegoat when the drinks finished we would tie a turban on him, send him off to the liquor store to get some more. Dancing to some silly songs ALIBABA, Queen and stuff I bet the villagers felt what the hell was happening in the village.
My dad was quiet strict, but when I use to tell him I am going for a few days to patiala to stay with Anup he would never say no, then I would overstay without informing parents or telling them whats going on, and dad would drive all the way to patiala to look for me .
He would eat a lot, I remember once I landed in Patiala, Anup and Ajay were getting ready to go to some wedding, He was telling me to come along, I did not have a change of clothes so i was arguing with him over that, He gave me a some of his, the whole family left together but me and Anup had different ideas we had to go for a Gedi Yes on the famous Vijay super scooter, reached when it was time for food. We had our plates full.. it seemed when ever they served fresh bowl of chicken it all landed on our plates.
After my Xth class I came to Chandigarh , he stayed in Patiala,Then he went to Australia for higher studies , stayed there for six years meantime I had come to college in Chandigarh, my group of friends changed.. a lot happened in those year.. But then I heard Anup was coming back and we met after so many years .. It was back to where we had left.. Nothing had changed between us, he had just become a bit Sophisticated, Drank Scotch on the rocks,  used the word MATE a lot..  🙂
I came to UK to settle here .. A few years later Anup came to UK on way to Canada, he had got engaged there and was going there to get married and settle, We spent some beautiful days here in UK, going to London , Glouscester did some sight seeing, the usual getting drunk and all.
He was so knowledgeable knew a lot about World war stories, He would read so many books , I would envy him how he could manage..And the Shayari he did , he had a SHER for any occasion.. he could recite couplets from heer-ranjha , Mirza ghalib. He took so much pride in the surname MANN, He was Fond of classical and jazz music, when he had come to UK i had trouble finding a nice Jazz place .. and Yeah STEAK he loved it , I took him to a pub here to have steak his words were “This is not Steak”.. The day i landed in Vancouver for his wedding, we hired a car and he took me straight to this place where they made STEAKS “This is a STEAK” he said ..
A funny incident happened at the restaurant we had hired a two seater car, automatic, I was driving one for the first time in my life, I don’t know what it was but for some reason we could not get the key to start the engine, we fiddled around for ages, in the end we rung the company we hired from, I bet the girl at reception had a hearty laugh when she told us you have to put the car in parking and then it will start.. Made us look dumb.
He was very outgoing, each time we talked on phone he would tell me he had gone for mountain climbing or sky diving.
I got invited to his wedding, Went to Canada,  for his stag do we went to a club the hilarious thing was he was so tired for some reason, he went to sleep in the club while we drank our self senseless and danced around 🙂 But when the time came to come home I have no recollection of how we managed to get home, Anup brought us back somehow, I met his beautiful wife.. The wedding party was Good I remember Dancing all the evening with him and bhabhi ji.. The highlight of the evening was when it was announced on Mic while introducing the guests and all, I was introduced as Anup’s Best friend who had come all the way from England.
One of the finest moments of my life I still remember that beautiful day…
This article is dedicated to my Best friend Anupinder Singh Mann, he is missed and will be missed always and ever.. Sadly In August 2007 My best friend passed away due to an accident while sky diving. Anup where ever you are I love you my friend, and I miss you.. there is a lot of me that was made because of you and I am very thankful to you for that. I am a better person because of you Anup.
Thank you for being there all the time, Thank you a lot.. and Happy Friendship day I prey to god that everyone has a friend like you.. Everyone deserves a good friend in there life, and you were the BEST.

Mainu Yaar mere Jaapde
Khuda Warge
Kisse Allah de Fakeer di
Dua warge…
(Anup and me just after passing out of 10th class)

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