Saturday, April 28, 2007

Seva for Parents

bibi ji lying on her bed.
phua ji sitting down on her bed opposite to bibi ji's

I was reflecting on myself how I haven't done any seva for my parents as I should have. While thinking of that, I just thought about someone who served her parent for all her life. I would like to dedicate this post to my bibi ji (who passed away in 2004) and my phua ji. They live with my uncle who is lives a road parallel to ours. The above pictures were taken a three or four weeks before my bibi ji passed away.

Since childhood, my phua ji has not been able to talk properly. Over the years I have learnt how to understand her when she speaks. As she is disabled, she didn't get married and stayed with my bibi ji all her life. Where ever she went, my phua ji would go with her. I would see them together all the time. Over the years as my bibi ji started to show signs of old age, my phua ji started to do everything for her. She bathed bibi ji when she was not able to, made her food, got her water in the early hours of the morning, acted upon her every request. However much I try to put this into words, won't do justice to the amount she did seva for bibi ji.

I am so inspired by my phua ji on how to really look after one's parent. Someone really spiritual once told me that one of the greatest things someone can do is to fully look after their parents. I just hope that I can do the same with my mom.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Fookers @ Jump

Full story coming soon...

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Somethings you just can't explain

This is a joke I came across on SPo and thought it was funny. I have a weird sense of humour anyways, here it is:

A farmer is sitting in the neighborhood bar slowly getting drunk. A man comes in and asks the farmer, "Hey, why are you sitting here on this beautiful day getting drunk?" The farmer says, "Some things you just can't explain." "So what happened that is so horrible?" the man asked.
The farmer then decides to try an answer, "Well if you must know, today I was sitting by my cow milking her. Just as I got the bucket about full, she took her left leg and kicked it over." That's not so bad, what's the big deal?" The farmer says, "Some things you just can't explain."

"So what happened?" the man asked again. The farmer relenting, continued "I took her left leg and tied it to the post on the left with some rope. Then I sat down and continued to milk her. Just as I got the bucket about full she took her right leg and kicked it over. " "Again?" The farmer says, "Some things you just can't explain."

" So, what did you do then?" the man asked, intrigued. "I took her right leg and tied it to the post on the right. I sat back down and continued to milk her, and just as I got the bucket just about full, the stupid cow knocks over the bucket with her tail." "Wow, you must have been pretty upset!" but that's no reason to just sit here getting all depressed."

The farmer says, "Some things you just can't explain." "So then what else did you do?" the man asked again. "Well I didn't have any more rope, so I took off my belt and tied her tail to the rafter. That's when my pants fell down and my wife walked in.
"Some things you just can't explain."

Monday, April 23, 2007

You and Dad

-When you were 8 years old, your dad handed you an ice cream.
You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap.
-When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons.
You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.
-When you were 10 years old, he drove you all day, from soccer togymnastics to one birthday party after another.
You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
-When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.
-When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TVshows.
You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.
-When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was becoming.
You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.
-When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.
-When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.
-When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car.
You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.
-When you were 17, he was expecting an important call.
You thanked him by being on the phone all night.
-When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.
-When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you tocampus, carried your bags.
You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't beembarrassed in front of your friends.
-When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he cried andtold you how deeply he loved you.
You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.
-When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him.
You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to theirchildren.
-And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did camecrashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.
(courtesy of email from Surjit Singh)

Without Meaning

Once upon a time there lived a holy man in a village. He was quite old, wise and was loved by everyone in that village. The holy man would gather the villagers around every evening and address them about meaningful things in life. Sitting around a tree where he sat, they would all listen to his words of wisdom and contemplate on what was said.
It would start off with a few minutes of meditation in silence. All one could hear is the wind blow against the leaves and the river flowing down stream. One day a cat came disturbed the silence by running around everywhere and made everyone lose concentration. On seeing this, the holy man asked one of his disciples to catch the cat and tie it until the end of the gathering. The same cat came again the following evening similar time as the previous day and disturbed the silence. The holy man once again asked his disciple to tie the cat until the end of the gathering.
This started a new trend in the daily routine in the evening. The cat would come, the disciple would tie it and let it go at the end. It was not long after, that the holy man passed away. One of his disciples started to address the villagers every evening under sitting under the tree while the cat being tie. This went on for a quite a while and then the cat died.
At the following gathering they didn't know what to do. They had been tying the cat for such a long time and now there was none to tie. As they had forgotten the reason as to why, they just replaced the cat as they had been tying a cat for such a long time. Now the gathering would still take place, a cat would still be tied, but it would be without meaning.
Similarly, there are lots of things we do in our lives that are without any meaning. We do alot of things just because they had been done in the past. Once in a while we should challenge the reasons behind and not just do things without any meaning.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Mum's Love

I came across this while surfing through SPo. (Courtesy of AnoopK)
My little boy came into the kitchen this evening while I was fixing supper and he handed me a piece of paper he'd been writing on. So, after wiping my hands on my apron. I read it, and this is what it said:
"For mowing the grass, £5
For making my own bed this week, £1
For going to the shop, £10
For playing with baby brother while you went shopping, £10
For taking out the rubbish, £1
For getting a good school report, £5
For raking the garden, £4"
I looked at him standing there expectantly, and a thousand memories flashed through my mind. So, I picked up the paper, and turning it over, this is what I wrote:
"For the nine months I carried you, growing inside me: No Charge.
For the nights I sat up with you, doctored you, & prayed for you: No Charge.
For the time and the tears, and the cost through the years: No Charge.
For the nights filled with dread, and the worries ahead: No Charge.
For advice and knowledge, and the cost of your college: No Charge.
For the toys, food and clothes, and for wiping your nose: No Charge.
Son. When you add it all up, the full cost of my love: No Charge."
Well, when he finished reading, he had great big tears in his eyes. He looked up at me and said, "Mum, I sure do love you."
Then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote: "PAID IN FULL"

Home Alone :-o

My mom left for India on 7th April for my cousin's wedding. I am going to be home alone for two months. Need to learn to cook soon and not live off junk food. I have already put on alot of weight as it is and it is very visible as well. If you have any recipes for any vegetarian dishes, please feel free to post. I think my aim in these two months is not to burn the kitchen. Your help is most appreciated here.

Random Shabad

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Happy Belated Birthday's

I was thinking of making individual threads for all the birthdays of friends of mine that I have missed, but thought I would wish them here collectively. I know there are probably some birthdays that I have forgotten about in the past three months, so please forgive for that as I am quite forgetful most of the time.Happy Belated Birthday to Dr. Kulraj Singh ji( with glasses) who turned 65 years young on 13th April.
Happy Belated Birthday to Bhai Fauja Singh ji who turned 96 on 1st April. Hope them all the best for the future and good luck to his hopes to break the record for the oldest marathon runner in a couple of years time.
Happy Belated Birthday to Mandeep Kaur ji( Ruby ) who turned 24 on 28th March. Good luck in your Masters. Hope you all the best for the future in persuing your career.
Happy Belated Birthday to Baljinder Kaur ji who turned 20 on 24th March. Good luck in your finals and hope you all the best for the future.
Happy Belated Birthday to Raminder Kaur ji ( Bhabi ji) who turned 30 on 23rd March. Hope you all the best in your new path with Bhai Davinder Singh ji and will be waiting on the good news
Happy Belated Birthday to Simrit Singh ji (in yellow) who turned 2 on 1st March. Hope you a long, happy and properous life. Happy Belated Birthday to Gurpreet Kaur ji(Kiwi) who turned 31 on 16th March. Wish you all the best for the future.

Happy Belated Birthday to Kirandeep Kaur Rai ji who turned 23 on 15th March. Hope you have a long and wonderful life ahead. [picture to follow soon] Happy Belated Birthday to Amandeep Singh (Goony) who turned 25 on 11th March. Hope you all the best in your career and life ahead.

Happy Belated Birthday to Satpal Singh ji who turned 30 on 7th March. Wishing you all the best in your life and hope you can give us some good news in the coming future. [picture to be uploaded soon] Last but not least a warm welcome to the latest arrival in the Mohan family, Imaan Singh ji son of Diwan Singh ji son of Saroop Singh ji, who was born on 2nd of February.

Gurnoor Singh

Congratulations to you and your family penji, for being blessed with a gorgeous baby boy. Gurnoor Singh was born on 3 April @ I hope he brings all the joy in the world and grows up to be a top musician and a Gursikh like you all. Will be coming down for the pereh soon...yummm.... Stay in CK!

Mouse Calibration

This really works. Is your mouse calibrated? You should do this every few days. More often if you spend a lot of time on computer. I was shocked to see that this works!

To re-calibrate your mouse, click and hold on the Y below. Then drag the Y toward the G and then to the smiley face :). If it doesn't work, you might want to clean your mouse.

You dumb ass !!!
You'll believe anythinG
No offence intended.Only light humour

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Tanvi or Boo?

I was just going through my pictures and I came across a picture of my niece, Tanvi Kaur. It just occured to me how much she looks alike to Boo, one of the main characters in Monsters Inc with those two pig-tails. Doesn't she look so cute??

Nishan Sahib Seva

This was a picture of the week on Sikhnet in November last year. I think it was taken during vaisakhi at Anandpur Sahib. I can't stop being amazed by it everytime I look at it. If you look closely, there is a singh at the top of the nishan sahib changing the cloth. All this is done without any safety wires or nets. Simply amazing.

Golden Temple on Baisakhi Celebrations

originally uploaded by Captain Suresh.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Happy Vaisakhi

Just wanted to wish everyone a happy and fruitful Vaisakhi. Lets hope we all take something from this day and implement it in our lives for the better.

Friday, April 13, 2007

FREE Ben & Jerry's Cone Day, 17 April 2007

This is totally awesome. FREE BEN and JERRY'S ICE CREAM. I shall be going down to investigate this interesting phenomenon. Below are some of the participating stores. Please click here for further details.
Ben & Jerry's -
369 Oxford Street,
W1 2JW

Ben & Jerry's -
Unit Sub Cutty Sark Complex,
SE10 9SW

Empire -
Leicester Square,

Ben & Jerry's -
Tower Place,
Unit 5,

The Donkey's Tracksuit

There was a lion sleeping and lost in his dreams. A donkey came and started to piss on the lion and ran off. One of the lion's servants told him about the donkey and what it had done. On hearing this the lion got really angry and ran after the donkey. After running for a minute, then lion came across a zebra.
The lion says to the zebra, " Oi you kothaaaa! I am not dumb as you think. Only because you are wearing that tracksuit does not mean that you could fool me that easily."
The above joke was probably the best joke that Bhagat Singh ever told us during the trip. Obviously there was the cussing matches but that is a whole new story.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Plashet HC in Dublin

This is the first time I have ever been on tour with Plashet Hockey Club. It was awesome both on the pitch and off the pitch as well. The above picture was taken after the final when we lost to Monktown, a team that is joint first in the Irish premier division. From left to right(top): Ajaypal(AJ), Verinder(V), Tejinder(T), Bhagat, Sandeep(Sandz), Inderjit(Indie), Sukhvinder(Sukh), Daljit(Dalj). Left to right ( bottom): Me, Nick (Mascot) & Mintu.

To be continued....

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Congrats Jatinder (JatLee) & Gurpreet

Our very own, the one and only, yes you guessed it, Jatinder Singh but widely knows by his alias Jatlee, has finaly been stricken off the bum list by earning himself with a job in a new sports shop in Knightsbridge. So ladies, for whom it may concern, the buff stud will be able to pay for dinner on your dates, as opposed to you paying for
If that is not enough, Gurpreet has also landed herself a job in Knightsbridge a few blocks away from where Jatlee works. I have no picture as of yet, but will be upload a pic soon.
Congrats to the both of you and will be waiting for your treat to Chandni Chowks next month, after you get your pay checks. :-)

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

WW1 - Forgotten Heroes of The Somme

Written by Amandeep Madra & Parmjit Singh
Thursday, 29 June 2006
The 90th anniversary of the Battle of the Somme is on 1 July 2006. This weekend will see an explosion of coverage about the military campaign that cost 1 million lives.

The Battle of the Somme was one of the most significant campaigns of World War One. The Allied Forces attempted to break through the German front line in northern France, 1916. Pictured (below) are Sikh despatch riders with their bicycles at the cross roads of Fricourt and Mametz Road during the Battle of the Somme in July 1916. The bicycles of the two men in the foreground are fitted with a special bracket to support their rifles. The man in front has the rank of Sergeant shown by the stripes on his right shoulder. The loss of life on the Somme was terrible: on the first day of the battle alone the British casualties numbered 60,000.
A Sikh soldier, Indar Singh, fighting on the Somme in September 1916, wrote home: 'It is quite impossible that I should return alive. [But] don't be grieved at my death, because I shall die arms in hand, wearing the warrior's clothes. This is the most happy death that anyone can die'.

In 1914 as war began to unfold, the drive began to enlist Indian troops to bolster the war effort, Sikhs joined en-masse to the ranks of the British Army. In the depressing trenches of the German and Turkish fronts thousands of young Sikh volunteers fought and lay down their lives, defending land unknown to them, against an enemy that was no threat to India for an ally that occupied their own country.

The world was to behold the largest voluntary army ever in action, Sikhs made up nearly 20% of the British Indian Army despite being only 2% of the population. It was the estimate of Sir John Maynard that the contribution of the Sikh community in men and material was ten times that of any other community of India.

Indian Troops were amongst the first allied troops to be dispatched to the Western Front, ill-equipped with dealing with the cold of a European winter and more accustomed to the desert terrain of the North West Frontier of India, France proved to be a shock. Sikh troops were sent to Flanders, were instrumental during the battle of Neuve Chapelle and were part of the disastrous Gallipoli campaign. Little however is known of the role in the equally disastrous Battle of the Somme where over one million men died. So much so, that the British War memorial which commemorates the British dead fails to acknowledge the presence of any commonwealth soldiers.
Company of the 15th Sikhs perfroming kirtan in their billets after being relieved from the line. Flanders was a perpetual battleground in World War I. The Sikh regiment was the first Indian contingent to land in Europe. “Unique stalwarts from the east” remarked the press. One of their most memorable events occurred on 28 October 1914 when the regiment was detailed to capture the village of Neuve Chappelle in France. After bitter hand to hand combat the village was captured - of the 280 Sikhs who started assaulted only 58 survived.
Trench Life. Men of the 14th Sikh Infantry in the trenches during the disastrous Gallipoli campaign. The 14th Sikh was virtually wiped out in Gallipoli as it lost 379 officers and men in one days fighting on 4 June 1915 when, as part of the combined Anglo-French forces they tried to assault the Turkish defenses

“I am now about to return to the trenches. There is no hope that I shall see you again. For we are grain that is flung a second time into the oven, and life does not come out of it.”

From a Sikh at the front to his father in India (Gurmukhi, dated 17/3/15): Education Guides - Indian Soldiers and WW1 IOR lists 103c,OIOC Drawings by Paul Sarrut from the French postcard series Types de l’Armee de l’Inde or Men of the Indian Army

“The Sikhs did not turn even their noses. They were keen for the fight, and where one man fell, another from behind stood in his place. And we took pleasure in the battle... Until now God has preserved us, but there is no hope of any one of us returning to India. This is no war, but the destruction of the world.”

From a Sikh soldier in hospital, England, to his friend in India (Gurmukhi, dated 31/3/15):Education Guides - Indian Soldiers and WW1 IOR lists 103c,OIOC

Sikh Cavalrymen, Pys, France 1914.
“...The Germans are very frightened of our men, but they are sturdy fellows. Several times they have displayed the white flag and then attacked, but now we know their tricks and have taken many of them prisoner. Spread this news everywhere because this is the only letter that I can send you.”
From a Sikh cavalry soldier, written from Marseilles Depot, and sent by hand to India (Urdu, dated 15/2/15): Education Guides - Indian Soldiers and WW1 IOR lists 103c,OIOC

If God spares me to return, I intend to start new customs. Look, in our country people ruin themselves over marriages and lawsuits. In this country rich and poor, high and low, go to church together and worship, and there is no distinction between them there... The very best custom in this country is that a man chooses his own wife, and a women her husband.” [letter dated March 12, 1918] Punjab Past and Present, Essays in Honours of Dr Ganda Singh, ed. Harbans Singh and N. Gerald Barrier, 1976.
Commemorating Lt-Col Jackie Smythe of the 15th Ludhiana Sikhs in the memorial gates pavillion in London.
56 years ago I joined the 15th Ludhiana Sikhs in Loralai, Baluchistan and at once became embued with the teachings and the life of Guru Nanak. The Sikh Gurus, the Sikh religion, the Gurdwara, the Granth Sahib became part of my life. The British and Sikh officers of the Regiment were convinced that religion was an important factor in the make-up of a good soldier and we fostered that in every way possible.
An extract from a speech by Brigadier the Rt.Hon.Sir John Smyth, Bt.VC at a celebration of the 500th Birthday Anniversary of Guru Nanak, Grosvenor House, London, December, 1969. Men of the 1st Sikh in the trenches of Gallipoli. At one time of my life (1914-1915 in France) the Sikhs exerted me to wear a turban. This was kindly meant in an endeavor to prolong my life by making me less conspicuous to the German snipers. I hated wearing a turban - simply because it took a long time to put on - and once on I couldn’t ever take it off. However, on the most important day of my life, there wasn’t time to “make me up” and I wore my British Service cap. It was sad but true that all the 10 Sikhs with me were killed - while I survived. I never wore a turban again. Brig. The Rt. Hon. Sir John Smyth, VC. Letter to the Times.

Sikh prisoners of war in German captivity, 1916.

One aspect of combat that is overlooked in Sikh history is the plight of the prisoners of war, the subject of these rare images. They were taken from a German postcard series. Placed in the context of the typical German soldier’s belief that the Indian soldier was a superior fighting man, its true purpose becomes clear - to counter such a belief and to instil confidence in the ordinary German trooper who would inevitably meet the Indian soldier in the battlefield.Very few accounts of Sikh prisoners of war have been documented, but one that makes up for the dearth is the subject of a book called Hira Singh by Talbot Mundy (1918).:

“One hundred Indian troops of the British Army have arrived at Kabul, Afghanistan, after a four months' march from Constantinople. The men were captured in Flanders by the Germans and were sent to Turkey in the hope that, being Mohammedans, they might join the Turks. But they remained loyal to Great Britain and finally escaped, heading for Afghanistan. They now intend to join their regimental depot in India, so it is reported.” New York Times, July 1915.
In his preface, the author mentions this newspaper story which was the inspiration for the book and continues with a tribute to the Sikh soldiers whose story he tells:
“I take leave to dedicate this book to Mr. Elmer Davis, through whose friendly offices I was led to track down the hero of these adventures and to find the true account of them even better than the daily paper promised.
“Had Ranjoor Singh and his men been Muhammadans their accomplishment would have been sufficiently wonderful. For Sikhs to attempt what they carried through, even under such splendid leadership as Ranjoor Singh's, was to defy the very nth degree of odds. To have tried to tell the tale otherwise than in Hira Singh's own words would have been to varnish gold. Amid the echoes of the roar of the guns in Flanders, the world is inclined to overlook India's share in it all and the stout proud loyalty of Indian hearts. May this tribute to the gallant Indian gentlemen who came to fight our battles serve to remind its readers that they who give their best, and they who take, are one.”
“A remarkable people, the Sikhs, with their Ten Prophets, five distinguishing marks, and their baptismal rite of water stirred with steel; a people who have made history, and will make it again.”
Martial India, F. Yeats-Brown
(courtesy of Punjab Heritage & Muhafiz of SPo)

Begum Parveen Sultana, Awesome Thumri

This is what you might expect at her concert on 20th April 2007. All details are in the post below

Begum Parveen Sultana, 20th April 2007 @ Vidya Bharti Bhavan

Parveen Sultana is arguably the most sought-after female vocalist in the field of Hindustani music. She has brought star quality to classical music through her beautiful and sensitive presentation of top class music.

Principal artiste: Parveen Sultana

Accompanying artiste: Parthasarathy Mukherjee (tabla) Ajay Joglekar (harmonium)

Tickets: £15 (conc £10), £12 (conc. £8)

Click here for booking tickets