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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..

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I have been wondering for a few days now what to say or HOW to express gratitude to those who have influenced me and my life, what words do I use that will do justice to the role they have had, Also how to chose the 3.

I have had a weird life so far, Life as we know has its ups and down, its these ups-downs that make life what it is LIFE and its these Ups and downs that actually make a person A good or a bad person. In all these situations there are people who stand by you or Stood by you, by the grace of God I am one of the luckiest person’s alive , I have had so many good human beings around me who have always helped me or stood by me through all the upheavals , So this is for all of them.

My GrandFather who always believed me whatever I said , even when I was giving him an eyewash to part with 10,000 Rs. so I could join a Computer institute just because girls were there, and a couple of my friends had joined. I cant forget ever how much you pampered me , if i got in trouble (which was often) all you would ask is Have I done something wrong, when I said “NO”, You believed me without a doubt and Stood by me always.

My parents  who again had to go through all the problems because of all the troubles I got myself into, the endless evenings they spent worrying if I will live after some incidents. I do repent doing what I did and maybe if you had not stood by me and shown me the right way I would not be what I am today.

I know I am not the best human being, I have my faults a lot of them. I have hurt so many people over the time, There are those who probably wish me dead and pray the worst for me, but then that I also believe is what makes us human, We are good for some – bad for others.

I wish I could undo what I did but sadly that is not possible, Life is not just weird, its FUNNY also because we end up hurting those who are dear to us , those whom we love the most, How can we be such idiots that we end up hurting them the most.

My friends I am most thankful to , and they deserve a big big gratitude for being with me always, in-spite of knowing what a bad human I am , still being there always, I want to name each one of you but its a LONG Longggggggggg list THANK YOU.

I know I have always said that I will be a friend and yet I have failed you many a times , to you all I also want to say SORRY for being a jerk like that.

I don’t want to mention a name BUT here I want to say to that one person whom I have hurt a LOT, I do wish I had not done what I did. You are the one who gave me unconditional love always and I let you down. I don’t even know how to express my gratitude to you for everything. Maybe someday I will have the courage to say sorry to you in person, maybe.. Maybe just maybe , I love you and will always do till the end of my life, God bless you and may you get all your hearts desires fulfilled.

The following lines Sum up everything in my life ..

 Koi kami meri which hovegi

kaiyan ton jhootha pai gaya main
kaiyaan de man ton leh gaya main

oh mere naal de age langh gaye
ik ikalla hi piche reh gaya main

Koi kami meri which hovegi

Something Lacks in ME FOR SURE

Proven a Liar among others
Fallen from many people’s grace

Many have surpassed me
Lone I stand behind

Something Lacks in ME FOR SURE

Continuing from part one How to live and Die (1) – Sad post and part Two How to live and Die (2 and 3)- My Views on what I think are some of the points that one needs to keep in mind to have a good Life and Die a peaceful death, the first point as I said is health.. as Health is Wealth., Then comes MONEY, I would actually put MONEY on par with Health, as lets be truthful in todays day and age MONEY is very important, Then comes having a place of your own called HOME , especially if you own your own house.

So moving on I think that there is a particular trait in us human beings that we should try to get rid of and that is “ENVY“, we all have it, A BIG FAT LIAR is the person who says he/she does not Envy.

The biggest envy we have is of that particular person who has done better than us, OH YES we all do that sometimes consciously or sometimes sub-consciously. I don’t know why do we do that or how does it concern us But in all these thoughts and in all this time spent in envying them we usually do not see how much hard work they have put in to get where they are.

It is not easy to reach high, takes a lot of hard work, heartaches, we lose a lot of people in that race to reach the top, seldom do we stand still to think is it WORTH it, reaching that particular position, or in trying to earn more money is it worth losing a good friend. By the time we stand still to think it is already too late what is lost is gone, I have a few friends who are doing just that, to become a manager or to get that extra pay grade they forget that their 4 years kid does not see them all day long, by the time they reach home the kid is asleep. Just spending a SUNDAY with the kid is not good enough, the Sunday too is spent most of time on phone calls or getting to grips what was missed in the week, paying of bills, renewing of this or that.

I have seem some very rich people not being able to enjoy a full meal in peace, YES they are a managing director of a company but having their dinner with the phone glued to the ear is not what I see as ideal situation. Thankfully I am pleased that I have stopped getting into this rat race, I am happy with what every I have, its enough to feed me all my life and maybe half the life of my next generation to.

Due to work and all there is only one meal in a day that I get to eat at home and I enjoy having it because I make sure I switch off my phone or put it on silent once I come back home.

I think it is this ENVY that makes us do all that, because we are envious of someone making so much money or reaching a particular position it makes us think about ourself , which in turn then makes us more frustrated WHY Can I Not have that, WHY cant I get that.. WELL you can but do give a thought at all the hard work put in and what all have these rich people lost on the way, Are you willing to give up all that!!!

So if we can get rid of this ENVY, I am sure we can have a smooth life.

What do you think people.. ?????

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52 weeks of Gratitude .. Week 7 Says the title is “A friend 1”

yaar ko humne ja-ba-ja dekha kahin zahir kahin chupa dekha..

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

Today I am going to talk about my best friend, The first I had, He was the only good thing to have happened to me during my school days (which were not very pretty), his name is Anup…. I can’t remember how we met, but we were in the same class and use to sit together. In our Xth class we sat in the second row Gagan, Me, Anupinder, Vinney Partap Brar, Bhupi virk, I front row were the girls 🙂 .. yeah you can trust me to sit behind the girls.

Holidays use to so much fun and I must say here that those were the days when one could go to a FRIEND’S place unannounced, Patiala in those days was a beautiful place with not that much traffic as it is now. I can remember all those days so clearly,  We had a Brown Vijay Super scooter  with not that much petrol as was the case with most youngsters in those days, The poor scooter carried a lot of us and never broke down, Anup would be driving, me behind him, Vinney partap as third person, Sometimes We had Ajay too, ajay is Anup’s younger brother. Those were the the Mad days… The Clutch wire or the accelerator wire broke, one person held it behind.. He would shout Pull to accelerate or slow down to change the gear.. The guy behind would be doing the needful. Hilarious situations now that I think of/

The day we did not have the scooter it was the trusted ATLAS cycle, me sitting on the Danda in front and him paddling.. catching hold of the trolley behind a tractor to take a lift .. I would spend a lot of my holidays with them in patiala, sometimes he would come to stay with us in Chandigarh.

Aunty ji would make us jugs of milk shakes and Aloo paranthas.. Anup was funny if he got engrossed into reading a novel he would not move, Me and Ajay would do things to him 🙂 put his legs around , and stuff like that but Anup would be so busy and concentrating in the novel he would not mind. He was a very good basketball player.

I can still remember the trips to the 22 number phatak   (which sadly is all changed now, as they have built a flyover now) It use to be THE place in those days, everyone in evening would come , especially the lovely beautiful Patiala girls. A famous fast food place called Pick a chick  that served pizza’s and burger, Order the food then finishing a bottle of ketchup eating it up.

One incident that stands out to me ALWAYS  and (which I think changed me too) was we had gone to Jammu and Kashmir tour with our school, bad luck for Anup he was stuck with me ,  I was a hostler in school and got bullied a lot, sadly those guys were also in the same tour. I remember we were at Verinag where it is believed the River Jhelum starts and had a night stay at a place called KOKERNAG, for some odd reason these guys challenged us to come to their room in evening. I was a scary cat But I still remember to this Day Anup telling me We have to go , it’s the question of Sardari, honour we have been challenged so no matter what we have to go, I was trying to dissuade Anup into not going but he was adamant.

We did go both of us against the 7 or 8 of the gang, though we got beaten up but I am really happy we made that, and thanks to Anup I also had the courage to stand up to these bully’s.

The first time we had a drink together, The time when his grandparents had gone to Canada and we painted the village Red, loud music , dancing the whole night drinking.. it was awesome. I remember in those days punjab had black clouds in the form of terrorism, very risky to go out at night but we were super humans no care in the world. Ajay was the scapegoat when the drinks finished we would tie a turban on him, send him off to the liquor store to get some more. Dancing to some silly songs ALIBABA, Queen and stuff I bet the villagers felt what the hell was happening in the village.

Like me Anup was very fond of food, I guess I got it from him,  I remember once I landed in Patiala, Anup and Ajay were getting ready to go to some wedding and in Punjab or maybe all over India if you are invited to a party then it is understood that Everyone who is in the house is invited, no second thoughts about it, I did not even have a change of clothes so borrowed his. The reason I am mentioning this episode is because we ate so much at one stage it seemed that when ever they served fresh bowl of chicken it all landed on our plates.

After my Xth class I came to Chandigarh , he stayed in Patiala, Then went to Australia for higher studies , stayed there for six years, meantime in Chandigarh my group of friends changed.. a lot happened in those year.. But then I heard Anup was coming back and we met after so many years .. It was back to where we had left.. Nothing had changed between us, he had just become a bit Sophisticated, Drank Scotch on the rocks, used the word MATE a lot.. 🙂

He was so knowledgeable and knew a lot about World war stories, He would read so many books , I would envy him how he could manage..And the Shayari he did , he had a SHER for any occasion.. he could recite couplets from heer-ranjha , Mirza ghalib. He took so much pride in the surname MANN, very Fond of classical and jazz music, when he had come to UK I had trouble finding a nice Jazz place .. and Yeah STEAK he loved it , I took him to a pub here to have steak his words were “This is not Steak”.. The day I landed in Vancouver for his wedding, we hired a car and he took me straight to this place where they made STEAKS “This is a STEAK” he said ..

A funny incident happened at the restaurant we had hired a two-seater car, automatic, I was driving one for the first time in my life, I don’t know what it was but for some reason we could not get the key to start the engine, we fiddled around for ages, in the end we rung the company we hired from, I bet the girl at reception had a hearty laugh when she told us you have to put the car in parking, press the Clutch and then it will start.. Made us look dumb.

He was very outgoing, each time we talked on phone he would tell me he had gone for mountain climbing or sky diving.

I got invited to his wedding, Went to Canada, for his stag night we went to a club the hilarious thing was he was so tired for some reason, he went to sleep in the club while we drank our self senseless and danced around 🙂 But when the time came to come home I have no recollection of how we managed to get home, Anup brought us back somehow, I met his beautiful wife.. The wedding party was Good I remember Dancing all the evening with him and bhabhi ji.. The highlight of the evening was being introduced as Anup’s Best friend who had come all the way from England.

This article is dedicated to my Best friend Anupinder Singh Mann, he is missed and will be missed always and ever.. Sadly In August 2007 My best friend passed away due to an accident while sky diving. Anup where ever you are I love you my friend, and I miss you.. there is a lot of me that was made because of you and I am very thankful to you for that. I am a better person because of you. Thank you for being there all the time, Thank you a lot.. I prey to god that everyone has a friend like you.. Everyone deserves a good friend in their life, and you ARE the BEST.

I wish and pray I am half the man you were.

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

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

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

HELLO everyone lately I have been bad at blogging , Don’t have much to write about these days and am trying my best to get back into the groove. Trying to catch up with all the old blogger friends and hoping against hope that they remember me too :). So Hello to all you out there who still remember me and those who have forgotten well Good job, you are not missing anything 🙂

I have no idea how many times over the last few years I have tried to get back or said HELLO again and again but then the reason for that is, I don’t like to say good-bye , I hate it , prefer saying See you, because who know where when one gets to meet again.

I love saying HELLO🙂 .

Why the word HELLO was invented, all those years back who thought or made the word HELLO, Why is HELLO the word that signifies a HELLO.

I have a theory, yes I know those who know me will say here we go again, I always have something to say 🙂 I think that the word hello was invented for this one only moment..

to start a conversation.. It was invented because when Mr. Bell invented the phone there was a need for everyone to pick the phone when it rang and say something..

What would be that FIRST word that one will say, there was nothing else to say .. so HELLO was invented, so people knew what to say instead of AHOY 🙂 OR YO.. or something else.

Here is something that I have noticed, maybe others have noticed too people have this habit, especially old people, they will say HELLO and then repeat the number ..

you ring

They say “Hello — 0203546363”..

You are thinking “YES I KNOW” .. I dialled that number .. You don’t open your door and say HELLO and repeat the house address.. it’s the same principle ..

or Sometimes they will ask “What number have you dialled “.. Well here is a theory if your phone is ringing and you have picked the phone, it is not ROCKET SCIENCE as to what number the other person has DIALLED. is there .. it is YOURS .. the same number of the phone that you have just picked and said “HELLO”

SO then all you lovely people what do you say when the phone rings and you pick it up..

tringg tringgg .. pick up your phone …

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On a complete tangent here is something to think off.. WHICH person thought or gave the idea of having the Emergency number as 999.. Imagine in the good old days when they had the phone where you had to pull the numbers all the way. To dial 999 it would have taken the Longest time.. 🙂 instead of 111…

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Here is another thought , I was in Scotland a few months back and found this myself

Did you know Scotland has its own money.. I mean they have same currency Pounds but they have the their own money, They have same notes but designed differently, Maybe They don’t want to deal in with English money

BUT here is a thought if you are listening the Business news .. imagine the funny part where they are telling the exchange rate 🙂 Today the 1st September 2015 the exchange rate is…

one Pound to the POUND 🙂

ok ok BAD JOKE I know .. but as I said getting there slowly 🙂 I am sure you can bear with this one …

How are you ALL DOING ….

Recent incidents taking place in the state of Punjab have truly shocked me, it was more for me because I could never believe at first how things have deteriorated in the country from bad to worse.  Especially after listening to all long claims made all over the media about how the nation is developing, India Shining , How we are getting more educated , How this or that BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH…

What amazes me more is the way people have started to live , as long as nothing is happening to them or their families , or as long as nothing is happening that is affecting them personally then EVERYTHING IS FINE.

Just a few days back a 13 year old girl is molested in a BUS, and then she and her Mother are thrown out of the moving bus resulting in the little Girl Dead- MURDERED and the mother getting hurt ASSAULTED (in UK terms i will say GRIEVOUS BODY HARM)

I have been keenly following this episode and reading the tamasha that is going on, the political parties , leaders , officials are all trying to get some mileage at the cost of 13 years old’s LIFE.  I mean they are even arguing over the amount of compensation offered, I read the following in one of the newspapers

“Members of the Joint Action Committee (JAC) comprising farmer unions, labour unions, the Left parties and the Punjab Student Union sparred with AAP activists over the compensation amount.
The JAC said it was satisfied with Rs 20-lakh offer and a guaranteed job for the girl’s father and was ready for the compromise to end the stalemate over ceramtion of the body. The JAC said a compromise was almost reached between government representatives – district magistrate PS Gill, DIG Amar Singh Chahal, SSP Jatinder Khaira and SDM Surinder Kaur – and its activists. However, the girl’s father was taken to a corner by some AAP members who later returned to announce that no compromise has been reached, claimed JAC.”

What sort of people are these I wonder, How can someone say oh this much is OK, or NOT OK, how can someone put a price on a fellow human being and that too murdered, Instead of arguing over money Shud they not be more worried about , HANGING the criminals Getting the culprits. Making sure such incidents don’t happen again.  Taking money or whatever compensation is up-to the Family of the girl, their own personal and private affair, WHAT has it got to with all these political parties.

What is worst is this has now become a Political Tamasha as the opposition’s have found a shoulder to put their guns on and FIRE a salvo at the punjab government, I know the current GOVT is probably the WORST ever to come to power but then who is to be blamed for that THE PEOPLE who voted for them.  When the same opposition was in power they did nothing themselves , so what right do they have using this episode.

A similar thing happened a few years ago in Guwahati there was so much shouting and what not by all the political parties, but what has happened I doubt if anyone even remembers what happened then.  We are such people, episodes happen we shout and shout , in a few weeks something else happens and we move on to that episode, That is WHO WE ARE, I dont have any shame in accepting this, Maybe I am also part of the same group of people, So it is US the people who are to be blamed for all that is happening.

This is what we are, more than the molesters, the number of people watching is more..so who is a bigger CRIMINAL, the one doing the act or the ones standing there enjoying the Show…..

It takes a loud voice to make the deaf hear, with these immortal words uttered on a similar occasion by Valiant, a French anarchist martyr, do we strongly justify this action of ours. This is how the above notice was put all over the nation in those days of the british RAJ.. signed by Balraj  Commander-in-Chief  (Balraj was the pseudonym of Chandra Shekhar Azaad , The commander-in-chief of the Hindustan Socialist Republican Association (army))

I am sorry to say we are more worried about the black money and Lot of STUPID PROBLEMS or other things BUT When and WHO will fight for the basic things.

Where are the Baba Ramdev’s , The Gandhians, The Anna hazaare.. What is more important to fight or have these rally’s to bring back the black money or make sure such incidents don’t take place and if they do take place then the culprits ARE CAUGHT not in half hour , not in 24 hours BUT AT THE EARLIEST,  What is more important, SHOULD the police not be brought to the DOCKS , they are paid to protect us, WHY are the culprits not arrested ALL OF THEM..

Why is Not a single police officer sacked.

Ladies and gentleman it is time to get together and  stand together and make a NOISE .. A NOISE THAT will make the DEAF hear for believe it or not , OUR SOCIETY, US, our leaders , our office bearers are no other than DEAF.. they don’t hear anything Till a loud noise is made ..

“I Dont want your tears , I don’t want your pity, I want your ANGER about this system, Given your anger CHANGE WILL COME, Unless there is anger  how can everything change ” ? 

I say that too,  MAKE THAT NOISE , WAKE THE DEAF.

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 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)

I leave you with a question (hope you have reached here reading this post)  Having a STONE in hand , Who are we going to hit it with ?  The molester OR THAT person who stood there watching the whole SHOW.

I will prefer to use my gun and shoot that who stood and watched the SHOW.. because that person is more of a culprit , I know the molester , I can see his face , but these who hide behind doing nothing are the WORST LOT.. they are the reason our nation is where it is now, they will be the next one to become molesters, rapists.. …   WE are the culprits..

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52 weeks of Gratitude .. Week 5 Says the title is “The city you live in”

I am not very sure with the topic here, because to me the current city I live in will never be as beautiful as to the CITY I am From, yes I have made my home in the city I live in currently but they do say home is where the heart is and my heart has always been in CHANDIGARH (the city beautiful), the moment I think of it I go on this nostalgic trip and why not almost all my youth was spent on the roads and by lanes of the beautiful city.

The first planned city to have been built-in india after independence, when i close my eyes all i can see are the beautiful roads covered with golden leaves especially as summer is coming. My heart jumps in excitement each time someone talks about this city, I have some beautiful memories. I did my schooling from a different city and in my 11th class I came back to Chandigarh, Took admission in Govt college for men and rest as they say is History. College .. The word itself is so nostalgic.. we have so many memories attached with it .. I sometimes think of the time and seem to get lost in the huge ocean of memories , makes we want to go back in time to those days, Its been ages since I have left college but the stuff we did , the memories, the history we made .. each time I remember one such episode it lightens me up.. I have that twinkle in the eye, that energy , rush of blood which goes missing otherwise in the normal day-to-day routine that we call LIFE.

I have now left college and the CITY in search of new adventures, new roads, new ambitions.. but I still remember those days.. the 5 year of my life that I spent in college. The friends I made , the way we became friends , the silly things we did , the attitude, The no-nonsense way , giving two hoots to life as if we were unbeatable.. nothing could touch us .. Not even KARNAIL SINGH the SHO of sector 11 police station.. 🙂

Chandigarh in those days was the “THE CITY” to be in, because of proper shopping centres , cafe’s, cinema halls, People from everywhere in the country would come to see the city, The gardens it had, Every now and then some sort of concert would be organised in the open places. The first ever Rock concert I went in my life was in the Chandigarh, I remember it was an english Concert and a Group had come from Bangalore, That was the first time I had heard the song “Tarzan Boy” 🙂 .. I know I have taken many of the readers long time backwards, we danced to that song all night long. Being nearer to Punjab it was quite common to have one of the Punjabi singers every now and then performing in the city.

Rose festival was the much awaited festival that was held in Rose garden all the beautiful girls of the city would come and we boys as usual behind them trying to impress them little did we know than that , That was not a way to impress a girl.

The rock garden another attraction that would attract so many in those days I am not sure how it is doing now, but then it was a meeting point for everyone, Sukhna lake was one place that I have a lot of memories , I use to go running early morning every-day, Sadly now I hear due to silting the water is not that deep anymore.

My best friends , the people who would smilingly stand shoulder to shoulder with me were introduced to me in this city, Babbar, Cherry,Ravi,vikram,Sood All of us became such good friends, I am so full of gratitude to the City Chandigarh because it was a stepping stone for me to come to where I am, Maybe if I had not come to this city after my 10th class I would not be here where I am now, but then who knows..

The famous Gedi route the road between the College for men and Girls, so much time was spent on that particular stretch of road. The beautiful girls who also obviously wanted to look at the boys walking up and down, and us on our vehicles trying to impress some, sadly the only things that happened was the wasting of petrol.

I am sure I can go on and on with so many memories , Experiences I have had in MY CITY, I can definitely say that I am who i am because of the city Chandigarh too.

I have some photographs of the city that I would love to share with everyone ..

Chandigarh  Roads ..

Chandigarh Roads ..

Chandigarh

Chandigarh

Night time.. Left here and third house :)

Night time.. Left here and third house 🙂

End of the Road is Home ..

Home is at End of the Road