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Thursday Challenge :TRAIL (Trail, paths, roads, sidewalks, streets,…)

It seems all I am doing is putting Picture blogs, But I promise I will write a stupid article soon .. Please don’t hate me for that, Some of the pics have been taken by friends and I have taken their permission to put here.

The road to Manali

The road to Manali

New bypass at Pinjore to Shimla

New bypass at Pinjore to Shimla

Chandigarh

Chandigarh

The Path to god's House

The Path to god’s House

Bypass to Shimla..

Bypass to Shimla..

Chandigarh  Roads ..

Chandigarh Roads ..

The City Beautiful

The City Beautiful

I did another post on Roads Thursday Challenge (22) :- Roads in 2011.. which has some more pics of my city
… Reminds me of the favourite song

Country roads .. take me Home ..
To the place I belong …
I hear a voice in the morning how she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
Drivin’ down the road I get the feelin’

That I should been home yesterday yesterday
TAKE ME HOME

I was talking to a friend of mine who told me that for some time now I have not been putting the musical Mondays post ..  I thought, I will start all over again the series, Will put songs that are my favourites and those that I listen every now and then ..

The first one that came to my mind was this song , It reminds me because I was in Bsc first year when I had heard this one at a friend’s place in panchkula india , on one of those BIG cassette players , this was the only song on the cassette, I immediately made a copy of it..  Those friends are not there with me now, we have all moved and parted ways to pursue our careers , The guy I took the song from is in australia somewhere ..

It seems to be a sad song but an emotional one too.. Have a listen and tell me does it not remind you of your childhood days , those friends that have parted .. wish I can rewind it back to meet them all once again .. wherever you are all of you God bless you all … Take care of yourself people ..

To all the Friends that we have parted with …

I have made some beautiful friends, I love you and think of all of you everyday .. This is also for all my blogger friends who have become part of family now.. Thanks for being there

Goodbye to you my trusted friend
we’ve known each other since we were nine or ten
together we’ve climbed hills and trees
learned of love and ABCs skinned our hearts and skinned our knees

Goodbye my friend it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky now that the spring is in the air
pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I’ll be there

We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun but the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time

Goodbye Papa, please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along.

Goodbye Papa, it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them I’ll be there.
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone.
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone.

Goodbye Michelle, my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time when I was down
You would always come around And get my feet back on the ground.

Goodbye Michelle, it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the stars we could reach Were just starfish on the beach.
We had joy, we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the stars we could reach Were just starfish on the beach.
We had joy, we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the wine and the song Like the seasons have all gone
All our lives we had fun We had seasons in the sun But the hills that we climbed Were just seasons out of time

Seasons in the Sun” was a worldwide hit song for Terry Jacks in 1974.

HAVE A GREAT WEEK AHEAD FOLKS … enjoy…

Here is a question.. Who did you remember Listening to the song .. Tell me , did it remind you of someone special , a long lost friend , or of those beautiful days .. Go on Share it with us all.. Its always good to remember the Good days .. Keep smiling people

I have had a very adventurous life and have done a lot of stupid things in life and here they are.

1. Around 1992 or sometime then, One of my friends was getting married in a Punjab and around that time terrorism was still little bit left, Pillion riding was banned, so we went on our own bikes, reached the venue it was a late night wedding, enjoyed a lot had lots to drink, were all tipsy, someone decided let’s go back.. So off we went. On way back there was a roundabout on a GT road, usually you go around left, for some reason it was decided we go around the right side. As we did that OH MY GOD

God knows from where these Punjab Police Commandoes came, we could hear the click click of the rifles getting cocked… Get down… On the floor… It was scary… DAMN… We became sober in a second.

Thank god we were not shot, we had to plead the officer, show him our flying I-Cards to convince we were just playing around. They made us sit there for an hour before letting us go.

2. Final year exams, one of my friends decided to steal a empty answer sheet, so it could be used for cheating in the exam, I and Ravi my best friend went to the examination hall sat on the very first desks, next to the door… as the invigilator placed the answer sheet on first desk, Ravi got up, ran clutching the sheets, I ran after him, the teacher behind us shouting catch catch.. I was running after Ravi to make sure no one comes near because if caught this is a criminal offence and could be rusticated from university.  It is funny now thinking of it as Did the teacher not realise that even I have not returned back to the classroom.

3. On a nice Sunday morning four of us decided to go for a walk in the jungle (picture)  behind sukhna lake in Chandigarh, No one knew the way, obviously we got lost, whatever food, water we had finished, tired in middle of the afternoon we reached a lake, for some odd reason it was decided to swim through it rather than go around it, Sunil a friend was asked if he knew how to swim, he said yes..

There we go, took our clothes off put them in a carrier bag, In we went…we were half way in when there was a big splash, Sunil had run and jumped inside.. He went in, then his head popped up… and again down… OMG he had lied to us… we dashed towards him, Now Sunil is a 6ft 3 inches tall Big guy, Power lifting is his hobby I mean he is HUGE, I got hold of him he grabbed me , almost dragged me in with him. I somehow managed to get free.

Luckily there was this tree , sunil held on to it for dear life. The other two had come, I swam out, We took off our turbans, tied them up , threw it inside and pulled him out of water, a funny thing before that happened we asked Sunil to jump back in water and let go of the tree and we will pull him out, he replies “NO I am fine here “.. he he he he

He would have died that day. Later we met a villager he told us “Sahib Woh to das haathi Dob hai”. Meaning it’s as deep as ten elephants standing on top of each other.

4. Second year in college, we thought we were the bosses of college by then, One day instead of going straight to college I went to my friend Babbar’s house to go together with him, another mate Pummy was already there, as I entered they were pleased “oh good bikram you are here, we have a fight in university”, silly me didn’t even ask what it was, We went to our college to get hold of rest of the people.

I and one friend planned to go to uni to have a recce, to see what was going on, as we entered uni, next to the Gandhi Bhavan we saw a Big MOB, 100+, tall Strong, Sikh men standing. I looked like a kid in front of them, we did not take any notice of the guys at that time,  One of the guys in them was my Chachu’s(uncle)  best friend, I stopped to say hello to him, as we talked I asked him what are they doing as they studied in Punjabi university Patiala, his words were some idiots have threatened and challenged us to meet up here for a fight, OH MY GOD.. then it hit me ..

Then I realised they were the guys with whom Pummy had picked a fight. We were only at most 8 or 10 guys they were it seemed 100+. Never felt so alone in life, I quickly told him it’s us people who they were waiting for, I made up a story that I had asked my chachu to come too, so his friend said why, what’s the need since I was the nephew no need to fight, a compromise was reached. It was decided to get Pummy so he can shake hands on it, This guy got his car asked us to sit to drop us at our college gate, Believe me when I sat in the back seat I could see BATONS, SWORDS, HOCKEY STICKS, various other stuff.

I thanked god I saw this guy otherwise we would have got beaten black and blue that day.

5. A funny moment of madness, GT ROAD, Punjab, NCC Vayu sainik Camp held in Patiala, middle of the night someone decided we should run away from camp go for a walk, many of us got together, eloped into the night.

On to the road ANOTHER BRILLIANT idea struck someone lets walk naked on the main highway… Now imagine a group of boys, Naked, walking on the Grand Truck with cars blaring horns… the truck drivers using their dippers to full effect… We did that for a laugh but now it seems to be a moment of madness.

So lets hear what you guys have been up to , I would love to hear about them all. Ok here are the rules those who take it up make sure you tag it to 5 people.  That way We can have fun reading a few nice stories and re living those times , for even if they were moments of madness I bet now that you think of them they put a smile on your face.

Do leave a Url link in comments section so i can read tooo Please.

Have a great week ahead …

Thursday Challenge :-“LIGHT” (Candle, Street, Business, Fireplace, Glitter, Sparkle,…)

Mere PIND diyaan Galliyaan .. Roads to my home

Chandigarh.. ROAD to my house…. Lets get together there :)

Hello Everyone .. I realised that the last post was the 300th post once I pressed the publish button..  I usually have done tags and published the awards that have come my way over the time on such occassions,  So this is one of those posts.

A.

Got a Award from Jhanvi

She had condition to getting this “award” (though no compulsion)  – an honest criticism of Her blog, So I have one request for all the readers PLEASE when you comment Do give me a honest Criticism of the blog that i have. I dont mind anything maybe it will help me in writing better .. Thank you.

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B.

Another Award from Destination Infinity  , MaverickShree and Chhavvi

I am to write 7 things about myself .. which I have written here .. so please click :)

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C.

I was recently tagged by Smitha from  Any Excuse to Write…

What this is about: To unite bloggers (from all sectors) in a joint endeavor to share lessons learned and create a bank of long but not forgotten blog posts that deserve to see the light of day again.

Rules:

1) Blogger is nominated to take part

2) Blogger publishes his/her 7 links on his/her blog – 1 link for each category. The links are:

– Your most beautiful post

I love all my posts, I know everyone says the same , but then I cant decide which one is more beautiul than the other, Since when I am writing at that precise moment that is most beautiful. I will cheat from Smitha and ask a question here.. When you are commenting DO tell me Which one you think is the best Article I have written.. Go on give it a try?

– Your most popular post

It seems one of the recents posts on my birthday has been most popular.. 11-11-11 It’s got the most comments

– Your most controversial post

I think I get into trouble in a lot of posts I write especially about the nation, and on NRI’s who are settled here abroad., But I liked writing the one on Slut walk and the comments that came after that were good too , it was fun replying to them all too , Another was the One where I asked the Terrorists to kill the parasites of our great nation rather than killing the innocent hard working people, that brought a lot of lovely comments too .. to the fact that I was said to have written to it just to get a few comments :) .. To the Terrorist.

– Your most helpful post

Well Again how do I know, I have found that sometimes the post that we write to say something rarely get read or commented upon, while some stupid posts which are either put for the sake of putting one or just a picture gets a lot of Comments, Maybe its sign people telling me how bad a writer I am :) …    I think since christmas is round the corner Would like people to read this one on Drink and Drive.

– A post whose success surprised you

Now that is a Good question, Frankly each and every post that I have written brings a surprise, For I think I am still learning and have got a long way to go.  Lot of my friends have given me advices, Some have shown  surprise with eyebrows raised thinking have I written or HOW did I manage to write that post.

– A post you feel didn’t get the attention it deserved

Some of the posts that I have written on problems faced and how the Govt is taking us for granted probably needed more attention by fellow bloggers.  Farmers of our nation.. They are the backbone of our country

– The post that you are most proud of

I am proud of a lot of posts. I am a emotional person and I live a lot with memories missing a lot of people , my posts on my Father, my Friends , My village are very close to me. I usually write what i feel irrespective of what others think :).  I have a few to mention here ..   Fathers Day , Anupinder , Ravjote, Babbar

3) Blogger nominates up to 5 more bloggers to take part.

Now the Fun time in who to Tag, 5 for me is too less but I will try to keep it to 5.

1. Insignia
2. Punam
3. Sandhaya
4. Harman
5. Destination Infinity

Thank you everyone for all the love and care you have shown me and my blog over the last 2 years ..

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

Thursday Challenge “ROADS” (Highways, Streets, Freeways, Traffic, Country Roads, Trails,…)

My entry for the Same .. some of the Roads I have travelled on

1. Home Sweet Home (Chandigarh)

Night time.. Left here and third house :)

All roads lead to Home

End of the Road is Home ..

Home is at End of the Road

2. Australia

On way to gold coast

On way to Canberra

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…

Thursday Challenge  LIQUID (Splashes, Pouring, Dripping, Waves, Wet,…)

Because of work and all Not getting time to write posts or edit the ones in the drafts , but Thursday challenge and Wordless wednesday help.. to keep the blog alive .. Sorry by inundating you all with pics most of the time Here are a few to go with the Topic..

1. Splash

Splashhhhh

Again again ...

 

2. Waves , Wet – australia

Palm Beach australia

Palm Beach Australia

 

3. Waves , Wet – India

Beach in Puri India

Puri - India

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