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Is duniya which Jinne Rishte

Sab Jhoote te behrooop

Ma da rishta SAB ton Sacha

Maa hai Rab da Rooop

Most relations in this world are all untrue and sham 

Mother’s relation is truest of all 

Mum equals God 

vekh lai vilayat yaro– vekh lai Vilayat

goriyaan rangaan de which dil ne black

Have seen and been at foreign lands, have been there and done all
Fair skins have black hearts
wal suwalle gaane gake fir v dil nahin bharda

mera maa de hathaan diyan pakiyaan rotiyaan khaan nu bada hi dil karda

aj maa de hathaan diyaan pakiyan rotiyaan khan nu bada hi dil karda

Have sung different songs yet my heart remains empty
My heart yearns painfully for pancakes made by mum and filled with love


Thursday Challenge : MOTHER (Grandmother, Mom, Animal Mother, Mother with Children,…)

and for those who can understand Punjabi, I don’t have the heart to translate already cried once putting this on..

Is duniyaa vich jineee rishte sab jhoote te behroop,      (all relations in this world are lies and have a mask)
maa da rishta sab toh sacha maa hai rab da roop,           (mother’s are true and are face of god)
maa hai rab da roop…….

Vekh Li Valait Yaaro Vekh Li Valait,                                     (I have seen the life abroad)
Goriyan Ranga De Vitch Dil Ne Black,                                   ( fair colored people have heart which is black)
Oh Vekhi Saari Duniya Mai Vekh Li Valait,
Goriyan Ranga De Vitch Dil Ne Black

Thursday Challenge :-“FAMILY” (Grandparents, Parents, Children, Family Occasions, Moms with Babies, Animals,…)

I dont have a scanner  so Tried taking a picture from the picture ..  they have not come out brilliant but still …

This weeks Theme has So much to write about , show about, If i started to put a picture/article  for each one it will take me days to put them 😦 ..

I started from the Root of our family my grand parents , next time maybe go on to parents and occassions .. Etc..

Dada Ji and Dadi Ji (the day I bid farewell to them , on my way to delhi and the flight to uk)

My Dada Ji (We had a Akhand path at home when went back for the first time, that day I clicked this pic.)

My Nani Ji (she is sewing my turban that I was to wear next day.. First time i had gone back to india from uk)

Ps:- One of my very good friends in the Blogosphere had This to say about me 🙂 I am blessedddddddddddddddddddddd …

Thank you to everyone who commented there … God bless you all

I have had a few very sad days for a last few weeks a few things been happening which have taken their toll , It has all made me wonder about a few things , I know one who has come to this world hast to go , today – tomorrow or some day .. basically we all have to leave .. One after the other it has to come to an end .. It all matter how we have lived that life . all those years on this planet.  I remember so many people who are no more in this world  but in my opinion had lived a great life , I mean I remember them so they are bound to have done a few good things .. Which again brings me to the point that Will there be anyone who remembers me .. Of will I die a death where people silently thank god .. Good riddance .. ( i know of One who will for sure.. inspite of going ga ga over the fact that I am supposedly the best friend forever.. Oh yes people I got enemies tooo and a lot of them )

We all live our life to the best we can but what happens when people die .. DO they die forever..  is it forever ?  Today 25th July was my dad’s death anniversary and I have been remembering a few things .. I know people say he is up there and he can see me .. but how do we know that ..

Some say that he is in a beautiful place and he is happier but again same question ?

A lot of these thoughts have been coming to my mind.. Do such questions trouble others too ..

I have been thinking a lot about him, I was sitting with a family friend yesterday and they were telling me so much about dad, Since her husband was one of his best friends even if we were related to each other .. Various emotions were going through at one stage I felt like crying but I did not, That reminds me I have not cried at all since Dad has passed away.. I have had tears swelled but I cant remember them falling..  .. Dont know why .. AM I THICK SKINNED or as they say COLD HEARTED or have a iron heart that doesnot feel sadness .. I dont know ..

What is it being sad.. what is it.. how do you feel sad..

I know I started this article with saying I have had a few sad days , But truthfully ahhhhhhhhh I don’t know , I have not been sad , Its been normal days , I have worked , worked and workeddddd .. Now I am thinking if I should be posting this article at all as I myself can’t make any sense out of it ..

At work its been the same Politics at its best, people back biting each other the so-called GOOD mates for the sake of showing off , or being in good books of seniors suddenly try the best they can to jeopardise you… sometimes I hate myself for being the way I am  good or bad I don’t know..  but then we can’t please everyone can we.. Is it crime these days to think the way I think ..

for me family and friends are sacred  friendship isn’t empty word  it  implies responsibilities , obligations  respect for each other ..

I know that  whatever happens I will always respect my friends, its up to them if they wanna do that towards me or not 🙂

 

This post is reposted with a few changes..

“Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a daddy.”

The role of a father is always taken for granted, But we forget that this bread-winner is as emotional as a mother , and yet we so easily wipe him off any outwardly show of gratitude. It is so easy these days in our crazy busy life to remember or think or focus on the things that our parents did not do for us , we have become so selfish in life we think only the negative.. we forget there is so much good that parents have done for us..

Fathers are believed to be tough, strict and all that.. but they are humans too, I am not saying my My father was perfect, no one is but I know for sure that he did his best to raise us And Thanks to him We are where we are and I AM WHAT AND WHERE I AM.

Today I would like to share with you a few things about my father, It is my personal recollection of time spent with my father, I was never very close to my father, I don’t remember any reason why it should have been like that, since he and my sister were so close to each other. Maybe because I spent most of my time in hostel.

He invested so much time in me , when i was studying in Chandigarh, He would come from office and sit with me for an hour or so for my homework from school, I did not feel very happy about it , But on hindsight I think it was so good.

My father was a proud man, he never said it to me but I know when others tell me, his best friends tell me what he talked about , what he thought of us. He was proud of our achievements. He cared so much for everyone , I distinctively remember sometimes him and my mother arguing over the fact that its holidays and he has asked someone to visit us, rather than us going out together for holidays. Most of my cousins stayed with us to study in city at one time we were 7 or 8 kids in the house, He catered for all of us without batting a eyelid.

Everyone in the family for any help would come to him, he did not say no to anyone, I have seen so many people who have stopped visiting us now, or calling us , but they did.

Summer holidays in school would see him making plans where to take us , manali, mumbai, Gujarat… he loved to travel.. see new places Thanks to him I have seen a lot of India, though at that time it felt weird why am i going with my mum-dad when my friends are going together, But now I know , I cherish those visits which most of my friends did not have. I did, the time spent with my father was the best.

I still remember that day when I got the early morning call, my mama ji said hello and immediately i knew something was wrong, very wrong, he just said Come to India straightaway, Papa had passed away.. I did not know what to do .. I remember the shock, the horror, the disbelief, the fear, the complete sense of hopelessness and helplessness brought on, Suddenly, life seemed so finite. All those times we had flashed by in front of me, I remember the horrible time it took to reach Delhi then drive to Chandigarh..

All through the time so many things were going through my mind, I still stop and remember the times.. The times when I use to think what have i done wrong , Why is my father so strict, Why does he stop me doing this, Why wont he get me what i want, Why does he say No always .. So many questions .. But as I grew up I somehow started to understand all he was doing for me.

On the day of the bhog so many people had come to pay their respects, i did not know many of them , A few letters had come from various people , One letter I still have one from a Principle of a college in Punjab who showered so many praises on dad for helping the College where so many students got education. 

I also had made a point to ask all his friends to let me know if he had owed anything to anyone so as a son I could pay them back,  he did not owe anything to anyone.

There are a few things that comes to my mind immediately when I think of my father , the first one was 1996 the year my dad retired from work, We were all invited by his office people for a small party in the evening, where they gave him some presents and all.. After it got over we were walking towards our car when we saw a few people beating up a man, on enquiry we got to know this guy also had retired the same day , but during his work time he had made life hell for his colleagues so now that he retired he got a beating as send of.. It made me feel proud of my dad at that time.

The other thing that comes to mind is the incident where I had gone to a place called Patiala for Inter college debate representing my college, at night there was a terrorist attack where so many students were killed in middle of night, My father got to know about this and he was there at Patiala in his night suit.. Searching for me in the hospital and when he saw me all covered in blood from carrying the injured he almost cried.. but in his way he told me “I had told you not to come , Now let’s go home”, and when I said to him he will have to wait till all of my friends are found and donating blood, he just sat there waiting..

Cut off time at night was 9pm , I had to be home and if not then he would get so worried sometimes come to look for me , my friend would joke with me that I should go home on time else “PAPA will COME” 🙂

His pet dialogues “kya Raje”.. or “Kya banega is desh ka ”  whenever politics would come up to discuss, how eagerly he would watch the cricket matches , come occasions he would hate when i said I have to go to a friends house to celebrate he would say “Raje Ithe sad lai uhna nu”.. (call them here instead)…

I remember him go so angry one time we had gone to Hazoor sahib , Nanded near mumbai, and he was trying to get a room for us and as usual there too it was corruption give money get a room, and Papa blew his top and asked the guy who demanded money to step out of his office so he could slap him, I was young , suddenly it was all quiet and no one there dared to move,  I thought today we would be beaten up, but no one dared and Papa was like telling me, dont worry anyone comes near get him.  I saw the look on his face and the guy in the office almost pee-ed in his pants,  and lo and behold we got a lovely room without paying any bribe.

He would celebrate my birthday every year , I was a grown up man but no he always made sure 11th Nov he had a few of my friends invited a few of his friends to celebrate and Since he has passed no one has celebrated my birthday as he use to.. I remember his craze for Poori Cholle , he would always order them from sector 17 Chandigarh that was one  dish Always on the menu on my birthdays..

Another funny incident was when i had applied for Visa for uk, everyone was saying I wont get it, and I will have to wait etc etc, I remember going to Delhi embassy , my interview took place at about 10am and by 11am i was out with the news that Visa is mine, I should go and get the medical done.. I rang my father to tell him I got the visa and i need to go for medical his words were “No don’t go, come home, for the next few weeks eat Makhan-badaam-gheo , Tagda ho ke Medical devange” (  almonds-ghee- get stronger and then give medical) , I was laughing my head off, and me being me could not wait .. gave the medical the same night ..

When I came to UK my friends would still visit my home and Papa would sit with them and offer them a drink or two always saying that If Bikram was there he would do the same , All these little events I came to know when friends talked they would say I have a cool father.

People often forget to say “I LOVE YOU and YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO ME” I did too all this time, I miss telling him how much he meant to me, How much I love – care for him. I am what I am now cause of his pains, that he took, sacrificing his ideas sometimes to make sure I got what I wanted or threw a tantrum over. I regret not telling him all this when I had the chance, will regret all my life.

THANK YOU PAPA for everything and making me the person I am, tears still swell up and my heart aches Because He was my Daddy and I miss him all the time, I want to take this opportunity now to tell him that

. I remember the hurt in your eyes when i could not get through the IMA so many times , each time you asked me to hold my head high, try again.

. The sadness when I planned to come to UK, You did not stop me.

. The proud moment when I rung you to tell you I have bought a house , My first car..

. The day you came to visit me here. I am sorry for not spending more time with you..

. The day I got sworn in for the forces here.

I remember them all wish you were here to see your son happy. It was all because of you Papa Thank you So much. I hope I am an ounce like my father, If I am then I would do justice to my kids too. I hope and pray you are looking out for me as you always did.

Happy Fathers day to all the readers, Let not just be ON the fathers day that we say I love you to our dad, lets say it every day and make it a father’s day all the days…

Weekend I was away and had gone to meet my cousin and his wife who have recently got married and trying to settle in UK, They had come with a group of students to do nursing about 5 years ago, got there degrees. got jobs and Settled here. I use to laugh with my cousin cause he was the only male nurse and the house they had hired had 4 girls and him alone.. (oooooh , though he did not like the idea later on ). Slowly as with everything people moved here and there , He fell in love with a girl and two years ago they got married.

But this note is not about them, Now they have a friend lets call her “X” who has been sharing the house with them since the day they all came to uk, before that too in india they were all together, its like family with her now,”X” is educated , completed her degree and has a job in the national health service. Last year her parents decided to get her married… 

As usual a rishta came from a very close relative of a Boy who was Handsome, Good Looking , Very humble, Intelligent blah blah blah , it was as if he lacked nothing, the only thing was he had failed in 10th class exams and had come back from dubai after working as a carpenter. OK no worries I am all for seeing the good , so what if he was uneducated.. what irked me the most was “X”  is educated why did she say yes to the rishta.. I am sure there are enough educated people, I guess the peer pressure and the age-old problem we have the girl is getting older (she is only 26)..  had a lot of influence on the decision.

So she got married every thing fine, the marriage was in india, I did not go to the wedding, she stayed with the guy for 3 weeks before she was to come back for her job, then the process started of getting the guy here to uk, the first time the visa got rejected , so we went for an appeal, thankfully the visa was granted, and in december 2010 the guy came to uk.

For some reason or the other I did not ever meet him as they live about 4 hours drive from where I live.  I am a very outgoing person and I respect my relations a lot ,”X” calls me Veerji as in elder brother and when you know someone for so long they are family, I was looking forward to meeting her husband. 

I reached  my cousin’s house friday late night , went in and as usual I asked the whereabout of this guy, to be told that he has been asked to leave or sent packing more like it for almost a month now .. and then started the stories what this so-called Quiet, handsome, good-looking .. Sau Munda , had been up to. To my horror he was torturing “X”. Since everyone was working odd times he would pick his time .. Torturing her when she was alone…

Asking her for money.. Asking her to get a new house.. so much so demanding here to give the car keys as he wanted to go for a ride.. I was shocked when ever I had called on phone they would say he is very quiet, doesn’t talk much.  NO wonder he did not.  My cousin also got him a job within 3 weeks of him coming here , a DECENT one he was getting around a Thousand pounds a month which is a lot of money in this part of the world.

He even got a Knife out and threatened to kill her or himself and then Hit her too, I MEAN WHAT THE HELL.. I must tell you here I had a fight with”X” why did she not call, the moment he hit for first time she should have called I would have sorted this $%£$%^ like anything, I mean in spite of me asking continuously she could not answer me , as to why was she bearing this for 3 -4 months that he was here all she said was at time she picked the phone or tried sending me a message but never sent it through.

Why would someone bear this,  This left me a bit disturbed what sort of Psycho people are out there who treat another human being like that .. and PLEASE for the sake of GOD all those who will come out with this man woman theory , how woman are not treated equally Please don’t … 

All this had come out a month ago, my cousin had come to visit me with his wife for 6-7 days, things got worse than as “X” was alone at home, so when my cousin returned he was told , He is like me  immediately called the police and the Guy was asked to vacate the house and “X” could accompany him if she wanted to, THANK GOD “X” took a stand that day and refused to go out, she did not want anything to do with this guy so the guy has been sent back to india.

NOW this Guys Mother and sister I can’t tell you what all theories they have come out why their brother has been sent packing.  According to them its all “X” fault she should have adjusted, I mean they are themselves Women don’t they see how their son is, The mother further added that the son did good, she will find another Wife for her precious son.

When told the son hit “X”, the mother replies that its early days once they get to know each other better the son will be fine, “X” should make more effort.

The son had not told his parents he has been asked to leave , he told them he came on his own, so the Mother says he should have stuck it out for 2 more years and divorced “X” once he got permanent residency in UK. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT.. what sort of women is that..

What made me laugh the most this guys mother asking “X” parents to return all the gifts exchanged at the wedding, The sister then says “X” was having an affair with my cousin. 

This went on for 2-3 weeks, now they want “X” to give their son a second chance HELLO, did I hear right.. he lands in UK, I will F____ break his legs, and they want a second chance.. How will they like if their daughter is treated like that by her husband.  Hypocrite people. 

I could see the pressure on “X”, it’s so much, thankfully her parents have left the decision to her and side with her on this, which is again a miracle cause usually parents don’t side. 

Me and “X” had a heart to heart discussion on this, I told her that I support her, given her my phone number in case they don’t stop ringing her from india, But I have this funny feeling peer pressure.  I have told her point-blank that if she gives him a second chance or want to live with the guy then she will have to go on her own. I hope I gave her the correct advice.

It amazes me what people do and what does it mean to get married or about the promises people make to each other ..  I am horrified at the way people think god knows how many people are there who think this way ..

Have you ever dreamed or thought what life would be if some moments in life that have gone by turned out different…

Well lately I have been thinking about it a lot , I know I have written about what if this or what if that … anyway have had some pretty tough days in the recent past, hence the thought of what if..

I was the only male child in my family hence spoilt, my grand parents loved me to bits, Daddy as I called my grandpa had a second marriage, my dad being the son from the first marriage, Things were not good but for some reason my grand ma and pa loved me to bits, I remember an episode that I am reminded a lot many times By my Bhua (my dads step sister) she had come from USA to visit us, with her son and daughter, who were same age as me 4 or 5 years old.. I am reminded to this day how there was snake in the courtyard of the house and my grand-ma ran and picked me up , took me inside, I take it for the love for Me. Anyway the reason why I said this was what if My Dads mum had not died and my grand pa was not married again, will there be still the same problems that we had Once my grand pa passed away.

My grand ma loved me so much, I was practically raised by her since my mum was very young when she got married, and suddenly to change. I remember when I was in hostel my grand pa and Ma both coming to visit me every other weekend, The money I got for the festivals… Anything I wanted if my dad said no, I would get it from my grand parents. I spent more time with my grand parents all the time. But all that changed once my grand dad passed away, I remember getting the call early morning about 3 am from my dad telling me about my Daddy, thankfully there was a flight at 9Am, got that ..

I mean my cousins they are all born and live in USA, hardly visited India ever, Suddenly when my grand pa passed away it was like All flights come to india, that’s when the problems started the property, the shops etc etc.. why is there so much greed in people, Why is the sudden love and affection comes into the Fore when someone dies, where were they all when Grand pa was alive. Anyway I am not sure why I am writing this. I have been under a lot of stress with the other side of the family asking me to sell off a part of the property but I don’t want to , after all that is what we have inherited from our parents. How can you just sell it away.

I asked this question from my cousin and I got a mouthful regarding it, I asked them I would buy it off them if they are so keen to sell it off, the calls I got , the threatening calls telling me I dare not come to india, I mean WHAT THE F____.

Hence all this problem and the QUESTION WHAT IF..

What if my real grand mother had not died.. but on other hand the question is why this sudden change in my grand mother suddenly, have I changed or has she.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH relations and relatives why did we have them.. Am I wrong if I want to keep my part of the property, I don’t want to SELL. Moreover why would anyone want to take what is given to them on a silver platter, I have worked hard for where I am now, bought my own house, it is such an elevation a thrill to sign on the dotted line and getting those keys to YOUR OWN HOUSE. I guess it’s the thrill of easy money, the hard work put in by our elders to make the property and other stuff we don’t see, till we have to do it ourselves and have to work hard to earn it ourselves.

Anyway I am glad I wrote this , I have had my rant…. 🙂

I decided to do this on mondays been very inspired by fellow bloggers especially NU, since she comes out with some beautiful hindi songs.. I am going to do these with Punjabi songs, since not many blogs are catering for this, although the whole of india listens to the punjabi bhangra numbers especially on occasions .. I have been to a lot of places and its funny watching people dance to the songs.. especially down south 🙂 But out country is so diverse KUDOS to the great nation..

Most of you if you listen to the song carefully, you will understand

A guy reminiscing his Village, how the days were …

Pind diyan Galiyan :- the streets of my village

Have fun people .. Hope you all understand.. I have put the lyrics too

Bachpan Chala Gaya, Jawani Chale Gayi                           (Childhood has gone .. Youth has gone too)
Zindagi Di Keemti Nishani Chale Gayi                                (The most precious moments have gone )
Murh Murh Yaad Satave Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di             (again and again the memories of my village torture me )
Hoka Dindi Phirdi Bibi Thaliya Di                                        (the lady selling stuff in the village )
Sasti Lai Lao Darjan Kele Faliya Di                                     (cheap good she is selling bananas etc… )
Gurhti Kaun Duawe Gurh Diyan Dallian Di                     

 (Gurhti = The first grain given to a child is called GURHTI.. it is said that   one  who gives the child will grow up like them, hence a elder intelligent person is asked and in those days on in villages it was usually  GUD.. unpurified sugar.. )

Murh Murh Yaad Satave Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di
Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di, Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di

Maa Di Halla Sheri Sher Bana Dindi                                           (mothers words can turn a you into a lion)
Te Adh Rirhke Da Chanha Mooh Nu Laa Dindi                      (she would put the whole bowl of milk to ur mouth)
Hun Vi Haasi Aundi Vaghdiya Nalliyan Di                             (still laugh at silly things runny Nose)

Murh Murh Yaad Satave Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di
Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di, Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di

Majha Diyan Poocha Farh Ke Taari Laun Diya                         (the bathing in river hold a cows tail)
Kaun Bhulayu Galla Yaari Laun Diya                                           (who can forget the friendship of those days)
Kad Rut Aa Ke Tur Gi Kachiya Kalliyan Di                                 (when did the season change of childhood)

Murh Murh Yaad Satave Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di
Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di, Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di

Do Manjeya No Jorh Speaker Laggne Nahi                                  (put two old BEd together to put the SPEAKERS of old gramophones)
Jehre Vaaje Vajj Gaye Murh Ke Vajjne Ni                                   (The songs that were sung wont be SUNG AGAIN)
Manak Hadh Muka Gaya Naviyan Kalliyan Di                           (Kuldeep MANAK is a old singer who sang when insturments were not                                                                                                                         there)

Murh Murh Yaad Satave Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di
Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di, Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di

Je Gurdas Nu Tu Marjaane Kehndi Na, Oh Ni Maaye Meriye        (if my mother had not loved me)
Marjaane Di Pora Keemat Paindi Naa                                                     (No one would have know who i was)
Rarhak Maarni Paindi Surme Dalliyan Di                                             (before we put SURMA in our eyes we have to grind it fine)

Murh Murh Yaad Satave Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di
Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di, Pind Diyaa Galiyaa Di

I was watching a movie where there was a dialogue, that got me thinking.. Which category do we fall in, been reading a lot of blogs by the Patriotic INDIANS, wrote some details on my blog too got a few comments some with me some against me .. which is good, reading all those has made we write the following as to what i think or feel..

We the citizens fall into two categories Indians or Bharatiya.. the reason why I say this is because of the growing gap between the rich and poor. Also, the agenda of DELHI DARBAR is so what questionable,

Do we think the common man is on the agenda of INDIA ? Hence my feelings on Two

INDIA or BHARAT

Many people have said that India  is going leaps and bounds , the astonishing success India has had , all the progress we have made but have we brought the BHARAT with us Or in the zeal to progress and make waves we have forgotten the BHARAT that we started with.

It seems that like the british ruled us and the famous Dialogue that was used so much then “Muthi Bhar Gore, lakhon croron Bhartiyon pe raaj kar rahe the”.. (A handful of britishers are ruling crores of bhartiye) Well

Will I be wrong that today the same dialogue is true too, since a hand ful of families are ruling the billion strong citizens.

I don’t have too much knowledge of other states but look in Punjab the RULING family, why is it that this family is become richer and richer while the whole of punjab is becoming poorer.

There is no water in the state, no electricity, what are the farmers to do, the farmers represent the BHARAT still oppressed by the rich and powerful the people who are now Indians.

There is this beautiful song by a punjabi singer I will put the lyrics and then translate as best in English it sums up everything about the state the difference between India and BHARAT…

Main mitti de naal mitti hona chhunda haan
tainu mitti naalon allergy hai mutiyare             (I want to return to dust,                                                                      but you are allergic to mud my love)

Tuhade karma ch shayad pakke vehde ne
inne maade v nahin saade Dhema Ghare     
                                        (You have Solid houses with courtyards 
                                         but ours made of mud are still very strong)

Tuhadi rakhi kardi POLICE gypsiyaan la la ke
saade munde pehre launde ne aap vichare  
                                           (For your protection Police roams around in gypsies ,
                                            But our own poor youngsters protect us )

Tuhadi billiyan tv ac de which vekhdiyaan
saade dhupan de which marde BALAD vichare 
                                                (The cats in your house watch TV in a AC Room
                                                 Our OX die in merciless Sun)

Saadi hik ton jehdiyaan nehraan langh ke aundiyaan ne
Tuhade lawn nu paani taan lagda hai naare     
                                               (We allow The Rivers to flow on our land ,
                                                Hence you  can water your lawns )

Je kite muh Modte Jattan Ne Ehna Nehraan de
Body ho joogy smelly sun lishkdiye naare     
                                            (If the farmer decided to change the river flows,
                                             your souls and body will start to SMELL)
 
 
So what category do you fall in Are you Indian or from Bharat………?

What has all this success done to us , The India that has gone so far the people or the so called Indians in my view have lost all there values.. lets take the example of RELATIONS..

Look at what is happening to Relations.. A boy and girl fall in love, stay together for 2 – 3 -4 years and then decide to move away, what the hell is that , In the BHARAT days hardly this happened Love was so pure and people were committed , they did not have plans to fall in love use someone and then carry on.. Love has become a charade now.. We fool ourselves to think that it exists WHERE IS IT SHOW ME.. the first thing that comes to a Boys mind is how to bed the girl and the same for the girl.. Look around yourselves how many examples can you find of such relations

Families:- The bharat days had joint families , so many people living under the same roof, true there were arguments fights and all sorts of things but the love , respect was there , My cousins Call me VEERJI and whatever the situation I can say this with pride that they still don’t speak in front of me, I may be wrong or whatever they still don’t say anything, I am so confident that I can go and slap them even , they wont say a word this doesn’t mean they are weak or what , this is called Respect Or as in Hindi NAJAR KI SHARAM.. where the hell is that now, with the so called India, People are moving out, so many fights over properties, land disputes, The young people don’t bother about the elders there own parents ..
We hear stories all around us how the kids have come and settled in western countries and then asked there parents to come over to BABY SIT. How they are treated like servants here …

I dared not think like that about my parents , My dad would have come and Slapped and beaten the shite out of me if i had done that, that does not mean he did not love me

Honesty is another thing, People were honest in the Bharat days, but look now where has all that honesty gone , being honest in today’s day is a crime, I have had so many examples to prove it,

If you are honest you are thought to be a fool.
You love someone with honesty you are a fool
you care for someone with honesty you are a fool
you do anything with honesty you are a fool

What has all this success brought for us other then misery, if and only IF we had moved together taking along everyone with us , along with our ethics and morals we would have been really successful in calling ourself INDIA… Now we live in a era where there are MORE Bharatiyas then Indians.. and believe me the Indians who have gone miles ahead they will have to STOP , wait for the others to come along, even need be take a step backwards or two.. Only then will we be successful else we are doomed …

We have become so mean and selfish , we hardly give a damn about what other might fell, even if we know that we may hurt the other we still carry on with our antics, where are those family values, the Cultural values , the rich heritage we had, We have indeed lost all of them .. to each his own as I have heard so many times.. What will it take or how much hard it is for us to bring a smile on someone …

Will it bring us down if we go slightly out of our way to see a smile on someone…

I guess as i have mentioned a lot many times I am but a emotional fool without any sense, who cares what i say …..

So to all those INDIANS … I am better off being from the BHARAT that I am from all the best to you all .. God bless

To be Continued:-

Would you not love to be a child , back to the child hood when no tension nothing.. there should be this button in us, press kiya and roll back so many years..

The days when we all lived together, my grandparents, my chacha, aunt before they all left for United states, married and all.. the time when the clock went just past 5pm .. everyone running helter skelter cause Grandpa was to return home after work.. and I would keep doing what I am cause hey I was the pampered one … I would get all the attention, Daddy (grand pa), his driver , the gun man everyone would pamper me .. And then the Going for the tours of his.. to different villages and towns in punjab..

The school times the fighting over the silly erasers, especially the ones that were perfumed.. throwing a tantrum to get the pencil with rainbow colours and a eraser on the back or those curly ones .. and to get that particular pencil box with superman on it or spider man.. the sharpners especially the big plastic ones, in which you put the pencil and it hand a small handle to rotate , which sharpened the pencil.. and then to test the nib of pencil on your cheek to see if it was sharp enough as if we had to go to war…

Holidays were special too, cause you got to go different places, Dad use to get that travel expense thing (dont know whats it called), so different places to visit, I remember Papa taking us to Mumbai, Hajoor sahib, Gujarat, Manali and all over india.. the beautiful places we went and met so many people…

All those games we played.. the Langdi tang.. the tippy tippy tap.. The Oopar neeche.. the pithu garams.. Does anyone remember all that games.. The Chain chain something..

The above all came to mind when i heard this song.. Please everyone STOP EVERYTHING and listen to this .. close your eyes and let yourself be lost in the childhood, in the open fieldssss GIVE it a try ..

Give a little time for the child within you,

Give a little time for the child within you,
don’t be afraid to be young and free.
Undo the locks and throw away the keys
and take off your shoes and socks, and run you.
La, la, la…




Run through the meadow and scare up the milking cows
Run down the beach kicking clouds of sand
Walk a windy weather day, feel your face blow away
Stop and listen: Love you.




Roll like a circus clown, put away your circus frown
Ride on a roller coaster upside down
Waltzing Matilda, Carey loves a kinkatchoo
Joey catch a kangaroo, hug you.




Dandylion, milkweed, silky on a sunny sky
Reach out and hitch a ride and float on by
Balloons down below catching colors of the rainbow
red, blue and yellow-green: I love you.




Bicycles, tricycles, ice cream candy
Lollypops, popsicles, licorice sticks
Solomon Grundy, Raggedy Andy
Tweedledum and Tweedledee, home free


Cowboys and Indians, puppydogs and sandpails
Beachballs and baseballs and basketballs, too.
I love forget-me-nots, fluffernutters, sugarpops
I’ll hug you and kiss you and love you
La, la, la… Love you.