Archive for the ‘Farmers’ Category

This is the easiest post to put, yesterday were the selections for NBA D-League and My brother has been selected for the Long island Nets, He was their Fourth pick, and Diwali all over again for  us.

He is now only the second Indian basketball-er to play in the D-League, the minor division of the elite NBA, but sadly as is with every sport  other than cricket in India the Indian Govt. just did not do enough to keep a talent like him in the country.

The Punjab Govt has been the worst, ministers and officials are busy filling their own coffers, not interested in welfare of sports Athletes, what a shame BUT  never mind I think the best decision was to go abroad, hard work and lots of sweat was put in to reach this place, At least now he can achieve his full potential, Loss for Indian Govt. But then its ok they deserve it , and I don’t want to put a damper talking of our Govt apathy on such a milestone day and a HAPPY DAY..

I have so many pics and videos of him playing but sadly wordpress would not let me put videos in the post and I don’t know how to put them up.

From such a humble beginning he has achieved so much..  My best wishes to my brother and here’s wishing he makes us all more and MORE proud..

So Everyone please please Pray for him and send your blessings…  next year this time hopefully MAIN LEAGUE 🙂 or am I expecting too much, I have told him he BETTER work his A__E off, last night, no matter what the MAIN league is the Target if not next year then 2018.. OH YESssssssss  , I am already packing my bags to go visit and see Him in Action ..

So Watch out People Punjabi’s are in the House .. 

 

CHAKK DE MUNDIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa…..

BUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa  🙂

 

Various newspapers in india have the following to say …

  1. Tribune – chandigarh
  2. Indian Express
  3. Hindustan Times

 

 

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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(drum), beat it , and sing the song, that as a flower is loved by everyone same way let my PUNJAB be loved to , let it live forever)

I remember the time when Punjab 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 political .. 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.. (carved three states from one state),  then terrorism happened 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 as usual is only busy in filling their 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 shining 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 .. It also meant the start of problems –  not one but so many of them …

Typically it is like 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 to 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 he has not been able to pay the instalment also… So now he has no crop, plus a defaulter with the bank.. he sleeps hungry the one who feeds the whole nation. Farmers have a bad life, they are going to die one day struggling..

The loan gets passed on to family members who are left behind after the death of the person who took the loan.

If the crop gets a decent start then the new age diseases take over, Nature plays havoc.. Chet Singh says the rent of the land was Rs 50,000 per acre and Gurjeet had sown cotton there. “Weeks after Gurjeet’s death, whitefly ate up the cotton crop; Rs 14,000 per acre were spent to raise the crop and Rs 8,000 per acre has come as compensation. The debt still stands.” 

His son is jobless, no work .. and daughters are grown now. they have to be married soon .. Which well can he throw himself down to die, that’s why they think that its better to die than live like this every day, Why did this Farmer kill himself Hour before his daughter was to get Married

What is going to happen to our farmers, 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 than us, so we can eat, Yet he does not get what is due to them.

We the people of a great nations are arguing over stupid things , spending hours on useless things, We need to Wake up, 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.

So many farmers are committing suicides these days because of the intense pressure they are living under, it is sad. Every day there is a new story that gets published which tells a horrific story.

The Tribune is doing one such series, I have put links to some of there posts and it is heart rendering. The Tribune series on suffering families of farmers in Punjab who have committed suicide has evoked tremendous response from readers, many of who have expressed a wish to extend help. To facilitate contact with the families, they have given the names and phone numbers of the persons mentioned in the stories, or contacts in their families. 

BUT A PIECE OF ADVICE TO ALL WHO WANT TO HELP, PLEASE DON’T GIVE TO CHARITIES OR RELIGIOUS BODIES OR POLITICAL BODIES AS ALL THAT MONEY NEVER REACHES THE NEEDY.  IF SOMEONE WANTS TO HELP CONTACT THE PEOPLE DIRECTLY.

 

The SGPC which is a SIKH Religious body has so much money in its account , yet I have never heard any of it being used to save a life of a farmer.

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

Thursday Challenge: GAMES (Chess, Video Games, Card Games, Children’s Games,…)

Although it does not say but I think this can be a Game too..   KIRKIT in my PIND anyone.. aaa jaooo come come , who is party to this one .. without pads , gloves and footwear .. he he he   At least we have the Three Stumps though..

This is how to play the game 🙂  come one come all …………………

Farmers of our nation: Punjab mera punjab Farmers of our nation: Punjab mera punjab

 

PS:- I know I have not answered the comments to the previous Post , I will do it ASAP

PSS:- Some Life turning/Changing Situation has come up,  So I am not sure when I will be back to blogging, Hope you all don’t leave me by then and I will hopefully see you all soon god willing.


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(drum), beat it , and sing the song, that as a flower is loved by everyone same way let my PUNJAB be loved to , let it live forever)

I remember the time when Punjab 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 political .. 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.. (carved three states from one state),  then terrorism happened 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 as usual is only busy in filling their 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 shining 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 .. It also meant the start of problems –  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 to 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 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, that’s why they think that its better to die than 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 than us, so we can eat, Yet he does not get what is due to them
Why don’t 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 yet againWe 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 years, Every Five years or less.

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..

I had written a post on Farmers of our nation, had used some of the lyrics from this song in there

Peedha naale jammiya ne saadi dhur to kismat maadi
Saadiyan fasalan da kaato launde mul wapari
Peedha naale jammiya ne saadi dhur to kismat maadi
                      We grow crops with difficulty from day one we have bad luck
Saadiyan fasalan da kaaton launde MUL vyapari
                      Why does a trader put a PRICE on our crop
Aakho sarkaran nu ni saanu beche laake boli
                     Tell the government to sell us by an AUCTION
Assi kachche rang jehe sohniye saadi kaadi holi
                    Our colour is very poor , what shud we celebrate and why Holi
Assi kachche rang jehe sohniye saadi kaadi holi

Haalat uss maa wargi bachcha jamman te suk jaave chaati
                 Our life is like that mother, who gives birth to a child and finds she  has no milk in her for him
Palle panda khaka diyan ik palli te ik daati
               All we have is our crop and a sickle
Meeh pave paharan te saada kotha cheyon lag janda
              Rain falls on hills and our roof starts to leak
Barsat di holi nu ni das ki maane sukka tanda
             The holi played by rain how we gonna stop it
Assi tukhde marr jaana kamaliye je na agg faroli
              WE WILL JUST DIE a SLOW DEATH Unless someone comes and lights the FIRE
Assi kachche rang jehe, sohniye saadi kaadi holi
Assi kachche rang jehe, sohniye saadi kaadi holi
            Our colour is very poor , what shud we celebrate and why Holi

Fasalan te sprayan pittheyan de utte hi pump tike ne
                    Crops depend on fertilisers that we carry on our backs
Iss vari holi te pata ni kinne jatt vikey ne
                     This YEAR ON HOLI god know how many farmers have sold themselves
Hathayar hi suttey ne ajay chalaune nahin assi bhule
                  We have only put our ARMS DOWN.. havenot forgotten how to use them
Rafalna diyan naala de rakhe ne muh ajay tak khule
                   The mouths of our RIFLES are still open
Jit ke ja wardi ae pata ni kitteh thuggan di toli
                   Dont know where the looters/cheaters/thugs go after Winning the ELECTIONS
Assi kachche rang jehe sohniye saadi kaadi holi
Assi kachche rang jehe sohniye saadi kaadi holi
                 Our colour is very poor , what shud we celebrate and why Holi

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

Update:- This post is Tangy tuesday Pick by Blogadda.. Thanks

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..