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DISCLAIMER:- Please carry on reading this article if you are ready to think logically and understand.
1. 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..
2. All those who think our country has nothing wrong ALSO STOP READING NOW.
3. All those who can only TALK and do nothing also STOP READING.
4. Please do read the whole of it before commenting

Zara Dholiya Dhol ute Daga lain oye
Hath rakh kan ute boli tun pain oye
Ful khidiya sab de man bhaunda
PUNJAB MERA RAHE WASDA
(Hey the man with the DHOL, beat it , and sing the song, that as a flower is loved my everyone same way let my PUNJAB be loved to , let is live forever)

I remember the time when Punjab the state was one of the most rich state, it was supposedly the state which fed the whole of the country .. But over the years things have changed drastically.. first the terrorism and now the polictical Actually hold on let me rephrase that

The state of punjab was always given a Step motherly treatment by the centre govt. I am sure no one can deny that.. look what that has done to this state.. then the terrorism happen which took us so many years behind , A whole generation of punjabi youth was finished , disintegrated in those years.. the after math of that we are still feeling and some of us are living the horror.

The Government these days is only busy in filling there own coffers, no one has time for that man, The man who gets up early morning no matter what the weather is like rainy,chilly, hot … He gets up to go and tend to his farmland, his animals.. a Typical day in the life of a farmer .. I know because i have done it .. been there ..worn the tee 🙂

Get up at the first light of about 4:30/5 in morning , It a different story that if you did not get up the village Gurudwara’s granthi made sure you get up when he started with his daily routine on the Speakers..
Go to the fields to take a round , by the time you got back the ladies in the house had the fire burning, stoves ready .. getting the food ready .. Breakfast would be a Big Mug full of Lassi, with Paranthas… and off to fields .. Tilling the land, sowing the seeds, watering the fields , etc etc a non stop day of work .. work and more work.. with little respite from weather.. sun shinging hard and mighty .. or the winter chill going right inside to the bones .. Feet went numb when watering the fields in the middle of the night …

But all that was worth  the hardship when the first green leaf appeared from the soil .. but that also meant the problems start not one but so many of them …

Typically it is like ,

kadi motor sad gayi
kadi bor khad gaya
kadi paindaa soka
kadi sab kuch had gaya
Meaning that either the Motor to the tube well burnt cause of the fluctuations in electricity, you get that fixed then there would be a problem with the tubewell itself.. Sometimes the water level would go down , with no water or there was  draught like situation… OR it would rain so much that there is excess of water  and we get floods… 
The farmer has no other way then go and get a loan from the bank, and hope that next season things will be different, with a bumper crop he can get rid of the loan, and earn some money.. the whole life cycle starts all over again .. but its the same outcome and this time

kishtaan bank diyaan tut gayina
saari duniya da anndata
oh saunda bhukha bhana

And now the he has not been able to pay the installment also… So now he has has no crop, plus a defaulter with the bank.. he sleeps hungry the one who feeds the whole nation..

jatt di joon buri
tadap tadap mar jana
ridak ridak mar jana

Farmers have a bad life, they are going to die one day struggling..
This is the sad story of our farmers , if all goes well then the natural calamities takes over, diseases to the crops

paigi narme nu sundi
ganaa sukiya
das hun ki kariye
munda wehla kudiyaan jawaan hoiyaan
kehde khoohe dub ke maariye
mar mar jiun naalo taan changa hai iko din mar jana

Cotton (narma) has been attacked by american worm, sugarcane(ganna) has dried .. What can he do ..
His son is jobless, no work .. and daughters(kudiyaan) are grown now. they have to be married soon .. Which well can he throw himself down to die, thats why they think that its better to die then live like this every day …
jatt di joon buri
tadap tadap mar jana
ridak ridak mar jana
What is going to happen to our farmers(jatt), not just in punjab but everywhere its the same story .. We who live in the cities take everything for granted, do we sit for once and think about those who are actually providing for us, We go to a shop and buy the stuff with our money, the money which we MAY have earned after working hard.. but just imagine the plight of that farmer who is working so much harder then us, so we can eat, Yet he does not get what is due to them
Why dont we have the guts to ask the question, we are arguing over stupid things , spending hours on useless things, Wake up people All this development that we keep barking about, is not good if the backbone of our country is broken and FARMERS are those backbone of our great nation… we need to ask this question
Sadiyan Fasllan Da
Kahto Launde Mul Vayapari

We do all the work, get the grain to the market then why does someone else put a price tag on our work.

Lets tell the Government

fasallan te sapriyaan de pithan te pump tikke ne
is waari holi te patan nahin kine jatt vike ne
hathyar hi sute haje chalaune nahin aseen bhule
raflaan diyan nalaan de rakhe ne muh haje tak khule
jit ke ja waddi hai kithe thagan di toli

(We carry the weight of the pumps holding the fertilisers and sprays on our backs..
This holi season god knows how many more farmers have sold themselves
We might have thrown our WEAPONS (hathyaar).. But we have not forgotten how to use(chalauna) them
We have kept the mouth of our RIFLES (raflaan) open
Where do these THUGS go after winning the elections)

But what can I say when we ourself have cultivated these thorns in our life and given them permission to bleed us, kill us  for the next five year…

All lyrics are taken from songs sung by punjabi singh Babbu Mann..

The last time i visited my village we had a game of cricket at 5am in morning some pics..

Thursday Challenge: WEATHER

Posted: November 25, 2010 in Cars, challenge, Road, Snow, Thursday

Thursday Challenge –  “WEATHER” (Snow, Sun, Cloudy, Rain, Lightening, Rainbow, Tornado,…)

Let it snow .. Let it snowww

WHY are people around us so heartless… or I should ask WHY do they show the stone feelings towards you.  I have had so many questions flying around in my silly little head and each time I try to answer them I fail miserably the one question that flies is WHY…

WHY

Just a small meagre 3 letter word yet it brings so much pain …

WHY do people change, I am not against changing but WHY turn there face, if someone has done wrong is it not better to let the person know what wrong they have done , rather then turning your face and walking away.

I am not sure what sort of person god has made me But WHY is it that I feel bad about what happens or has happened, How can people change so fast or am I missing something.. Sometimes the thought that comes to my mind is there is no place for me in this whole wide world…

I also think that If I disappear or vanish or die or whatever, all the people who once told me they care for me, love me etc etc will it even MATTER to anyone.. for that matter will it be even noticed where is Bikram.. I know I know someone will say it should not bother me, I should move on or I should forget about these people.. BUT is it that easy to do all this ..

I am definitely weird, the more I think the more I realise what a jerk I am for it definitely is not easy for me to move on or forget, I dont say you are a friend , or like a bro or the new lingo on the street these days , you are blood.. If I don’t mean it ..

I consider you a friend, part of family BECAUSE I consider you one, WHY is it so wrong to be like that , IS there no place in this world where you can find genuine people.

There always seems to be some motive behind, keeping relations could be anything money, emotional, love there is some sort of emotion, WHY cant people just be happy with the other person as they are, True I have problems , I am not perfect No one is .. I am good for some – Bad for others.. everyone is but suddenly you turn your face that ain’t right either.. IS IT …

Friendship is one relation I had so much faith in, I use to think friendships don’t change even if people change, Is there nobody out there who thinks the way i think, don’t people sit back  especially when they are alone and think , Wonder what Bikram is doing today, being long since talked to him , lets give him a call .. Or  Haven’t heard from him since ages , Is he ok, is he alive ..

Or

Is it just me who thinks that way 

How come its so easy for you to forget

WHY is it not easy for me ..

Am I really so weird..

Thursday Challenge –  TIME (Hourglass, Clock, Sundial, Calendar, Wristwatch, Old, Young, Aging,…)

(Each crease tells a story of an ERA let alone TIME….. My Nani JI.. Sardarni Harbans kaur Brar)

vo Naani ki baaton mein pariyon kaa deraa
vo Chehre ki jhuriryon mein sadiyon kaa pheraa
bhulaae nahin bhuul sakataa hai koi
vo Chhoti si raaten vo lambi kahaani

(sorry cant translate this in english, you got to figure it out yourself , translation will spoil all the ambience )

Well early morning the phone rings its a foreign number

Girl :- Hello
Me :- Hello

Girl:- Can I talk to Bikramjit Please
Me:- Speaking

Girl:- Hi how you doing
Me:- I am fine whose this

Girl:- Happy birthday, you seem to have forgotten me
Me:- thank you, I still don’t recognise you

Girl:- That is sad , All those years or knowing each other, the time we had You forgotten all of it
Me:- (by this time i am trying to remember every girl i have know, trying to remember there voices , Nothing comes to mind with a stupid laughter I say ) I am sorry i cant place you

Girl:- That is so bad, I thought you would remember me on your birthday, I had so many hopes , maybe i could brighten your day and maybe we could get chatting and start where we left
Me: (oh my god, who the hell is she ).. I am sorry Do i know you

Girl:- Yes trust you to forget what happened to all those promises and stuff you said to me

by this time i am going really crazy what the hell, who is this girl, OH MY GOD

Girl:- Hello you still there
Me:- Yes I am , Who are you , I don’t remember you

Girl:- All men are like that , They cant be trusted , just because you have come to UK doesn’t mean you cant remember me .. How can you do this to me
Me:- (she was still mumbling something when i said ) Well i am sorry I don’t remember you, either you tell me or I will put the phone down…

Giggling, laughing a blokes voice could be heard in the background .. I was so confused .. who is this girl..

Then a Guy comes on the phone

Guy:- Oye sharam kar .. begaani janaani naal gal kari jana hain
                        (have some shame, talking to a unknow woman)
Me:- I seriously don’t know who this is

Guy:- Well here talk to someone

I am going out of my mind what is going on,  at my tethers ..

a voice comes

Girl:- hello (it was a baby’s voice )
I could hear a women’s and man’s voice telling her, say hello , say happy birthday

Girl:- Hello Chach Appy bday Chach
Me:- thank you
Girl:- How are you chach
Me:- I am fine How are you

Well by then I guess she got confused herself, so the guy comes back on the phone ..

Guy:- BIKRAMJIT SINGH MANN.. You $£$%£ you &%%£ Don’t you recognise me

I have no idea what to say to this , I just kept my cool and let him say anything

Guy:- This is Jaspreet, I was with you in 5th class..

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDd, So many memories just rushed past me .. bloody hell that was a shot from the past … He was my first friend ….

Me:- Jasssi oh yaaar how , man how …

Jassi:- and that women is your bhabhi , I got married have a daughter now

Me:- where are you
Jassi:- New zealand brother…

and then the conversation went on and on and on .. it was crazy.. One the best Birthday gifts I could have had .. YES people 11th Nov was my birthday .. So many GOOD friends forgot it , So many who supposedly are GOOD friends forgot it and here a blast from the past comes who remembered all this years and someone got my number …

What made right all that was how the hell did he get my number , we have not talked to each other like for 20 odd years .. and at that age so young just 10 or 12 maybe … Wow he found a common friend in India and asked him my number and then called me, whats amazing is he Remembered my Birthday was 11th ..
And another surprise was he is married to simranjeet, The class mate then .

How are the ODDS … Blimey

It was a good day .. met a long lost friend Two friends rather and got a niece tooo Now .. what more can one ask for on there Birthday ….

TO me 🙂
Thank you all who remembered , Thank you all .. and thank you .. who made my day special.. you know who I am talking of … 🙂