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I hate going to doctors but as many of you already know I have had to visit the GP a lot of times recently due to one reason or the other, I found the below picture very amusing , could not figure out what they were trying to tell us .. Have a look

do they mean that people between 71 and 77 are immune to shingles ..

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Lohri is celebrated as the Harvest festival in punjab, wheat is ripening and is turning golden.. soon it will be cut the grain taken and the farmer will take it to be sold for the rest of the nation to fill their bellies ..

Dulla Bhatti, is the central character of most Lohri songs , He was regarded as a hero in Punjab as he besides robbing the rich, would rescue girls being forcibly taken to be sold in slave market during the reign of Mughal Emperor Akbar. He would then arrange their marriages to boys of their religion with rituals and provide them with dowries. So every other Lohri song has words to express gratitude to Dulla Bhatti.

Lohri reminds me on 13th January, we would go around the neighbourhood, house to house… singing the Lohri song demanding some gift, People would give money or sweets… Money usually..Takes me back to the good old days as I call them when my grand-dad and my dad were alive. Daddy as I called my Grandfather, would give me the traditional 500Rs, which use to be a lot of money in those days. Wants were and needs were less, Enough to go have a chicken soup at Goldie’s roost and a meal at Shangrila the Chinese place.

I remember our neighbours, The house on the left an old lady lives, She would have a bowl full of sweets ready, I would go and ring her bell, she would say “KHULA HAI” (its open).. Then a crisp 100Rs note and a bowl of sweets and TONS AND TONS OF WISHES, blessings, I miss them so much, don’t get all those wishes anymore from the heart.

The house right opposite us, were one of those misers too, hardly saw lights on in that house, I think the owners were in states, only a caretaker was there.. So nothing from there…

About 10 am it was time to go to college, as everyone would be there all my friends. meet up then the planning starts how to go about celebrating it, which usually started in the college canteen. In evening all of us would meet and visit every friends house , especially the girls 🙂 and the look on their faces seeing boys come to their house . In those days it was such a big deal if a boy talked with a girl or went to a girls house.

And since it is punjab, the visits always involved a few drinks here and there…

Then reach home, Dad always had a big BIG pile of wood… Lit the fire, have the dholi beat the dhol… dance around the fire eat the sweets The gachaks, Rewadi’s , nuts , next door neighbours would come a few other friends make a night out of it .. Dancing- singing … then once exhausted just sit around the fire till late in night just chatting…

HAPPY LOHRI EVERYONE…. Have a blast .. EAT – DRINK and BE MERRY… Enjoy

HAPPY LOHRI . and dont forget my LOHRI… ..

ANother Cheat post , I took this from Shailaja/ The Moving Quill blog. Simple cut paste works a TREAT when in need 🙂

I did not know about this till I read it on her blog and as Shailaja says De-lurking DOES have a nice ring to it!

Here is a badge that I again copied from her blog , I did take her permission to use the badge, So thank you so much Shailaja

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What is International Delurking Week?

International Blog Delurking Week traditionally takes place in the first full week of January, and is an opportunity for bloggers to find out who reads their blog. It’s on till the 10th of January, and Since Today is the 10th I am almost on Time ..

It is the day when you call upon all those lovely human beings who visit your blog to leave a comment rather than just press the Like Button.

I myself am not a fan of the LIKE button and don’t find it amusing, to me I feel the Likes are more of a sign of laziness, I mean if you have spent a long time reading what someone has written than how long does it take to write a few words good or bad, whatever they are. It helps the writer learn and write more. I also find that many of the likes are given without even reading the full post.

I myself make a point that if I READ a post I do put a comment it takes a few seconds to write one ..

So I have a request, if you have taken time out to Read the articles, taken time out to visit the blog Do leave a comment for me, please and DE-LURK yourself 🙂

One of my lovely friends and a lovely person gave me this idea

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Got to write on the above topics each week of the year .. I am starting late so Week 1 and Week 2 will be almost together..

Topic 1:- Why Start this challenge

1. Well I have learnt from my experiences, that one needs to be thankful for everything in life.

LIFE itself is precious and we need to take care of it all the time. There are a lot of things we take for granted in life one of them being “LIFE” itself.

in todays day and age you never know, from what I have experienced on the new year day itself this year is that it takes less than a minute to lose LIFE. A lot of thoughts went through my mind that day hence taking up this challenge will help me sharing some of them.

2. I am out of ideas already for this Blogathon that I am a part of , this challenge will help me in that too .

3. I myself DO NOT want to FORGET to be thankful each passing day for all that I have got.

If anyone else wants to take it up please do so.

We now have to book an appointment with the Register office to register a Death or Birth.. Although there are THREE numbers that one can call to book an appointment but it seems the last week has been very very busy for the Birmingham office as I have not been able to get hold of them ..

I thought this could go well for wordless Wednesday theme ..

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If I have so much trouble getting hold of them , I wonder how others are getting along , How many times does one need to call to get an Appointment especially in sad times, One is already depressed with what is going on at home to top it all the added stress of trying to organise everything, Because here in UK we can’t get a funeral organised without registering.

I do hope and wish someone sees this and they can get more phone lines or STAFF to handle because at least 3 or 4 times the phone rang and rang and rang.. no one picked up.

If you count I had to make 104 calls and I still could not GET THROUGH, in the end I gave up , I am personally going to go to the register office myself today and make an appointment..

The Second Cheesy post or a cheat post 🙂 he he he he So here it goes .. I want to thank everyone once again who came over to this blog from the bottom of my heart and inspite of me not replying to their comments or visiting many of the lovely blogs i use to read, you guys are still here. THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHH.

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The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 15,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 6 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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2014 and also 2013 have been a roller coaster year for me , Lots to learn , Although I say that I learnt but I wonder DID I .. I can vouch i will make the same mistakes again as I am yet to learn the art of thinking from mind rather than heart. I am still letting my heart take a lot of control over a lot of issues and stuff involving me – my life. I wonder what is that mantra or HOW does one learn this art, as I mentioned the last couple of days have been very chaotic for some reason the start of every year has been very chaotic for me.

Here is an example remember the Gyan I gave on How to live and Die (2 and 3) I had mentioned about lending money , yes you can guess it right I went ahead and lent some more 🙂 , yeah SHOOT ME PLEASE SOMEONE, as I got carried away with the dialogues how I am like an elder brother to the person, How I am part of family , How he respects me blah blah blah. I just can’t learn from my mistakes, I know he is taking me for a ride a couple of my friends have told me that too buttttttt ALAS ME- MOI- MYSELF are just IDIOTS 🙂 (you guys who know me please stop nodding your heads)

So not sure if this post is valid or that do I have the Right to post this one BUT nevertheless here I go riding on my “god know’s what” cloud Sky high 🙂 yeeeeeeeee haaaaaaaa , Some of the things that I learnt if put in a funny way will include ..

Before that here is a DISCLAIMER alas I get shot for copyright infringements

Disclaimer:- The Following Statements have been taken from different resources from public forums, I have changed some according to my needs , feelings. So if they are infringing anyone’s rights , then I am sorry please let me know ASAP and I shall remove that line as the following is what I have learned and how to put them in English differently I would not know. If I have hurt anyone’s feelings than I am sorry in advance ..

I’ve learned the Saying “People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feelIS BULLOCKS.. people whom you have made feel good Will forget within a SECOND.. the only people you have HURT will remember.

I’ve learned that No matter how much some say they are your FRIENDS they never will be , cause they don’t know the meaning of it…

I’ve learned that no matter how much I care Some people are just ARSEHOLES

I’ve learned that it takes years to build up TRUST and it only takes suspicion to destroy it.

I’ve learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen MINUTES After that, you’d better have a big Wad of money in your wallet or beautiful FACE..

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t compare yourself to others they are more screwed up, then you think…

I’ve learned that we are RESPONSIBLE for what we do Unless we are CELEBRITIES..

I’ve learned that regardless of how HOT or STEAMY a relationship is at first Passion fades, and there had better be a lot of money to take its place …

I’ve learned that the people you care the most about in life are taken from you too soon.. and the less important ones NEVER GO AWAY

I’ve learned that The only people you need in your life are the ones that Prove that they need you in theirs

I’ve learned that You will never know how STRONG you are, Until being strong is the only choice you have left …

I’ve learned that there is a point in your life when you realise Who Matters, Who NEVER DID, Who always Will and Who wont anymore

and last but not the least …

I have learned that you can-not Make Someone love you.. All you can do is STALK them and HOPE they panic and give in.. 🙂

Enough Gyan for a day .. Have a good day everyone 🙂

Update 03=01-2015..
One of my readers pointed out that i need to amend the disclaimer..

Disclaimer:- The above bears no resemblance to ME, or anyone else. Any references to any Person living, dead, or reincarnated is purely coincidental. No similarity to actual persons or predators, living or dead, is intended or should be inferred, NO SIMILARITY TO ANY CASTE-CREED-RELIGION-NATIONALITY is INFERRED... No Indian punjabi male Americans or indian punjabi british female’s were harmed in this write up and doesnot bear any resemblance to them 🙂 ..

This has become a tradition of sorts I post a funny joke or poem each year as the first post of the year, This is the 4th year of blogging on wordpress, the last Two days have been one of the worst starts a person can have for a new year, I am wondering now how the rest of the year will be ..but more on that later… So here is a lovely funny poem which i have now posted a few times and sorry if you are having to read it again 🙂 and I do hope that you find it funny too..

Now this is a story about Manjeet,
Who lived on New York’s 42nd Street.

A hard-core desi with a desi desire,
To control his heat he looked for a Kaur
and started by knocking on his neighbour’s door.

His neighbour was a Vilayatan of Afro descent,
five feet five tall with a Brooklyn accent.

Her name was Myson.
She looked like a Bison,

But that didn’t matter.
Cos our veer Jeeta was fatter!

Jeeta short for Manjeet, was desperate, and he had little choice.
So he started his chat-up in a deep hefty voice;

“Meri Jindagy, Meri Pyari, Meri Heer, Meri Kali!”

She listened to his lines then gave him the crux;
“I’ll go out with you if you give me ten bucks!”

He put on his Brylcream and they started to date.
Jeeta was in love; “Oh, thank-jooooo fate!”

But Aunty Bachni was on the prowl,
She’d smelt the perfume, it was foul!

Her senses were tingling, something was up.
So she checked out our bro, she wanted the gup!

She found him quickly in his Pug laal,
Then gave a shriek “OH KALI DE NAAL!” “Nee main marrjaan!”

Aunty Bachno raises the alarm;
“Jeeta’s down town with a Kali on his arm!”
“There’s only one way to stop his blunder, I’ll call his mother in district Jallundar!”

When mummy heard the news she threw a frenzy!
“Main audhay tukde karke rakh doongi!”

She picked up her shawl and headed for Amerika,
To eliminate the girlfriend and bring back Jeeta!

As soon as she landed she grabbed his ear,
“Stick to Punjabis!, Main tenoo kinee wari kiha!?”

Kala Kaloota Sara Tabar Loota!
Why didn’t you come to me? I know many Punjabis!

“OK mummy ji, just find me a voti
Who’ll make me saag and mukhi dee roti!”

“My kali friend was a bad move,
She doesn’t even like the Bhangra groove!”

“Serves you right! I’ve told you many times,
Marry a Punjabi, one of your own kind!”

“I’ll find you a kuree in Englaaand my son,
I hear there are plenty in Bolverhampton!”

“OH Mummy , get the jalebis, ladoos, patashe, shakar paare.. and lead the way!
Punjabi girls here I come, Ballay oh Ballay!”

I’m on my way!

SO how is it going guyssssssssssssss..

Disclaimer:- The above bears no resemblance to ME, or anyone else. Any references to any Person living, dead, or reincarnated is purely coincidental. No similarity to actual persons or predators, living or dead, is intended or should be inferred, No Indian punjabi male Americans or indian punjabi british female’s were harmed in this write up and doesnot bear any resemblance to them 🙂 ..

I probably am going to make a fool of myself yet again in the start of this year as I promised SEEMA that I will participate in the month long blogathon.. I am sure that is not going to work at all .. But I will give it my best for sure , Anyway the Cheesiest way to start it is by putting a Thank you post (I have plans for more cheesy posts too — so beaware) 🙂 he he he he So here it goes ..

Over years I have made some very good friends Even if we have not met , or chatted maybe talked once or twice over the years, But It does seem that I know them very well reading there articles. I have some favourites too, and for some I am favourite.. Let me please Take this opportunity to say THANK YOU to everyone who click on the link knowingly or unknowingly .. Thank you for all the comments, a lot of you know and I have been blamed with that too, That I am comment hungry.. OH YES no denying that I love the comments coming , But If I have forced you to come then please I am sorry BUT PLEASE CARRY ON doing what I have Forced you to do 🙂

Some of you have stood by me in my personal problem times and Good times .. Some of you hate me , some love me .. What I have found is its true things change.. Change in Inevitable , Some have just brushed past, Some who stood by me THEN have turned their back now… Another Thing true is out of sight out of mind, Relationships this has always been a heartache for me, for some reason it seems I get too close or friendly or emotionally attached to people TOO SOON, the rest of the world does not work that way and although I have been trying my best to change myself, I let myself down every time.

Hopefully one of these days I will learn the ART or become as the world is 🙂

Blogging has been good to me , for some I am a friend, for some a elder Brother and Even for some like a son.. I hope I have not let anyone down. I just hope and wish that all these beautiful relations remain till the end of time …

This post is dedicated to All the people who read what I write. The ones who are younger than me let me say I love you all , All who are elder to me I respect you all and my regards to you all.

Over the time I am sure I have offended a lot of you out there Let me take this opportunity to say Sorry to anyone and everyone who I let down for any reason..

I am sorry

Please let By gone’s be By-gone’s and let’s be friends again, life is too short to hold grudges of any kind. I am sorry VERY SORRY from the bottom of my heart.

Chaman main ikhtilat rangon boo se baat banti hai
hum hi hum hain to kya hum hain
tumhi tum ho to kya tum ho

I would like to Extend my hand of friendship to all those who are there.. God bless you all, have a good day , Thanks for reading this And heres WISHING YOU ALL ONCE AGAIN A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR.. May all your dreams come true in the year 2015, May you dream more Dreams.

GOD BLESS and Love you all..

Let This new year be better than all that have gone by , Vow to do something that you have always wanted to do but could not find time to do so ,Call up a forgotten friend, Drop an OLD GRUDGE and replace it with some pleasant memories , Vow not to make a promise that you don’t think you can keep, Stand up and walk Tall, . You’ll look Ten times younger. Don’t be afraid to say I love you Say it again .. They are the best words in the world.

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