Wednesday, May 31, 2006

walking to peace

Taken during a morning walk to the closest pind near my mama's house :)

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

conversations with the opposite sex

A topic that pisses me off. Sorry to start off my comment that way, but there are just SO many dimensions to this discussion that I fear my inadequacy to compliment them all fairly. Yet I cannot resist commenting.

Firstly, about flirting. Pardon my saying if this is unacceptable to others. What is wrong with flirting?? That's how "most" of the relationships begin - those intial conversations, those initial sharing of jokes, laughter, subtle compliments, which somehow awaken the realization that there is a relationship in building. I don't think flirting is wrong - even though my skills might not put me further as a competent ambassador.

Flirting is wrong when you are doing it for the hell of it and with everyone. I think that is then not termed flirting, I call it "playing". That in every sense is wrong.

Terminology is yet another thing that makes all the difference. I was talking to my mother about this post and she said, in her days "flirt" was a person with bad character. Bingo! Explains why it has all the misrepresentation. How we define things indicates how we follow them. defiens a flirt as:
- To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures.
- To deal playfully, triflingly, or superficially with

Now the literal connotations of the word which may include sexual overtures makes this word an attribute to a bad character. But how many words in your language are not a part of dictionary. What does "wicked", "sick", "crazy" stand for literally may have no indication of these terms meaning - "great". Yet these are the terms we prefer over the literal meaning.
I think linguistics are too hard to compress in this one post. But I beleive that when any man and woman are in the very initial stages of their relationship building, their exchange of emotions is termed flirting and I think it is the very basic binding of those two people.

Now to the second important point about "chit-chats": Well, I once confronted this attitude on a fellow bloggers post, where I was disheartened to find that it is a popular belief that "all women are the house of temptation and engage men into little conversations (usually inquisitions about religious matters) only to tempt them into wrong deeds, and take them away from God."

God forbids if all the men that I've contacted, or held spontaneous conversations with, especially about religious matters, thought that I had mal-intentions.

I'm a Sikh, a learner. I have always sought to learn and understand as much of religion as possible, from anyone who seemed adequately informed. At others times, conversations were carried on to discover the truth together, hopefully through a continuous exchange of thoughts and ideas. If these "chit-chats" are/were/could be understood as my fellow Sikh men as possible sexual overtures then I will frankly call it a plague of their minds. We see what we want to see. We understand things the way we wish to understand them. For anything, even the room you are sitting in right now reading this, can be viewed in gazillion ways. Likewise are the conversations, people, their expressions, etc. be understood or misunderstood - all by the calliberations of your own character.

God has given us the sense to judge the wrong from right. But God also mentions "open-mindedness". Open your eyes - truth might be something that either you are not looking at or are intentionally ignoring.

Also when men who've used and supported the fore-mentioned quote about women being the root of all evil and the temptations to take them away from God, must stop blaming it on others. Walking on the path towards Satguru is hard. And several temptations that may drive you away are a natural possibility. If however, you want to feel supreme by thinking that "others" (that is women as you state) are the cause to keep you away from your much desired goal, then wake up! And try to learn to take responsibility for your own weak-mindedness.

I here, take responsibility for my words and views. I also am aware that these sentiments were rushed in rage that has long stood and might lack clarity and an even sounder and very much possible backup, leading to numerous misrepresentations.

My aim here is not to hurt anyone. But I think it is important to address these issues. We all have the same goal - getting a step closer to Waheguru. But let not misunderstand the many other issues, whether clearly relevant or astranged from that path.

Bhul chuk maaf.

p.s.// I will take this opportunity to address the reason why I don't prefer calling every Sikh guy "veer/brother" - Even though my goals might be leading to celibacy, but are you not to marry some Sikh man or woman in life? Would you not want to meet someone perfect for you, with similar aspirations, attitude and personality? At least i'd love to. And even though this is no man-hunt, I don't feel the need to secure my intentions to every man I meet by calling him "veer". I think that's ridiculous. I know, all you women might say that we say that out of respect or casual inclination, but think for one moment, is it not yet another important reason, to keep things from being misunderstood and to assure a safe-zone that you feel inclined to addressing fellow Sikh men as brothers. I know when I'm complimenting any Sikh man on something personal, I very much end up addressing them as 'veer' so that we are clear. Also, if it was not about some probable soul-mate that you were to run into on some course of your life, why do we need to name relationships where there are none. I am related to every man and woman on this earth, but I don't consider them my "brothers and sisters". My relationship with the whole world is that of respect and humanity. But the relationship that these relationships called "brother and sister" is one of much intense depth and love. If you don't share it, don't say it. At least that's my take. Oh and just so that we are clear, when I say that I don't call every man I meet "Veer", I don't even call every woman I meet "Bhain/sister". Be fair. Be genuine. Be true in words as you are at heart.

[I think the last paragraph needs me to again repeat: BHUL CHUK MAAF :)]

p.s.// On that note, I miss you Iksingh veer (L)

Monday, May 29, 2006

p-e-a-c-e (ful)

sewa :)

standing tall

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Eyes of a child

I read the psot called 'Simple sweet things in life' on Satvinder Bhenji's blog ( and thought I'd share this little piece I wrote a few days ago :)

Eyes of a child

May the wondering never die
May I always marvel at the vastness of the sky
May the bewilderment always remain
Let the heart joy at every droplet of rain
May amazement keep its thrill forever
Let me have the zest to never pass an endeavour
To celebrate the plain joys of life
To smile and laugh with rife
May I never cease to admire
And never quit this passionate fire
Of inquiring into the complexity of the simply beautiful things
Let everything in this world inspire
Me to be ever so new to this world
Let this earth, its people leave me beguiled
May I always have the eyes of a child.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

rare view

This picture is taken by Raminder p.S. I have hardly ever come across silhouettes for Sri Harmandir Sahib. I liked it very much and thought I'd share with everyone :)


Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Enjoy your coffee!

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university lecturer.

Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the lecturer went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups: porcelain, plastic, glass, some plain-looking and some expensive and exquisite, telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the lecturer said: "If you noticed, all the nice-looking, expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. Although it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that becomes the source of your problems and stress. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the better cups and are eyeing each other's cups."

"Now, if Life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change."

"Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it."

So folks, don't let the cups drive you...enjoy the coffee instead!!!

I remembered to share this email after reading this incredible entry on:

I'm sure you'll love it and appreciate the yum coffee and cookies :)

Saturday, May 20, 2006

Sunday, May 14, 2006

On mother’s day, to a wonderful mother – Mehtab Kaur

His sacred burden is written by Reema Anand on the basis of her correspondence with the divine man, himself. It tells the life story of Bhagat Puran Singh and how he grew to be a saint from the child that he was born as.

The most influential person in Bagat Puran Singh;s life was his mother – Mehtab Kaur. Mehtab Kaur faced a furious turn of events through her personal life. She was eventually forsaken by her husband. She sent Bhagat ji to Khanna boarding school. She undertook several menial jobs, working in the houses of people in and around her village, only to allow her son to enjoy the priviledge of receiving education.

His mother’s great lessons:
1) Look down while you walk, lest God’s tiny creatures be crushed under your feet
2) Plant trees wherever you find vacant land, for they will purify the environment and provide shade when needed
3) Remove any sharp objects or fruit peels on the path you walk, lest someone gets hurt from them
4) Attend to the needs of animals, for they can’t speak up for themselves
5) Say your prayers daily. Figure out your blessings and thank God for His extravagant kindness.

And Bhagatji told Reema Anand that these lessons were never imparted as sermons to him. They came with a reasoning that he could digest and restore in the most scared spot of his mind. The lessons from his wonderful mother became his ideals. Her instilled inspirations sketched the immaculate character of Bhagat Puran Singh.

Thanks to all the wonderful mothers! A very happy mother’s day to all of them.

And an extra-special and a very happy mother’s day to my super-wonderful MoM :D

Monday, May 08, 2006

Kids parade 2

These are my cousins: TSingh and SSingh (naming them feels like i'm visiting solarider's blog :P) Don't fall for their calm countenance - they are real brats underneath :)

They L-O-V-E to do Ishnaan at every Gurudwara. This is Fatehgarh Sahib. I call them fishies :D

I was thinking how lucky they are to do a "punn" with such enthusiasm. For we ask in Ardaas to get the opportunity to do Darshan-Ishnaan at Sri Harmandir Sahib and of course other Gurudware. Kids are super-blessed!

TSingh needs to climb, doesn't matter, trees or railings or whatnot...
And SSingh can't quit

So the moment they were out of the premise of Gurughar, or at least the main halls, they go back to their routines. Well, mamu made these and several other rules, that kids dare not break :)

This trip made me aware that all kids are naughtier than I could have imagined (for in daily life, I hardly come across any kids). And secondly that when men and women become parents, they automatically alter their normal kids-handling (for good though!)

Singapore cuties

These kids are from Singapore. And they are studying in Kindergarten in India. They were adorable, angel hearts!
When I first heard that such young children are left in India to get education, I couldn't appreciate it. Cuz I feel there is no better school than home and none more influential teachers than parents. But i left this institution happy, after seeing the love and care the kids recieve here. To add to this delight, there were stories too adorable to ignore!
This one (it's a shame, I forgot their names :( ) was my super-favourite. He was a charmer. Kid 1 is his younger brother and he won't let the dorm supervisor's leave the lights on, after this brother goes to sleep. How cute and responsible is that!

Kids parade 1 their favourite part of the Gurudwara-visiting experience - Ishnaan @ Harmandir Sahib!

HB - (I just noticed how funny his initials are, and how important they make him:P). He is one of my friend's son.
TSingh - with his naughtiest eyes and smile. He always appeared to be keeping a secret from me..hehe

TSingh - Responsibly enojoying his Ishnaan :)

Sunday, May 07, 2006

This is where Sri Guru Ram Das ji sat and overlooked the Kar Seva for Sri Harimandir Sahib.

Among all the inscribed dontations made, I especially liked this one. For i thought it was creative, especially compared to all the other engravings.

Friday, May 05, 2006

feed our minds

Proud residents of His house

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Sri Fatehgarh Sahib

The city of Sirhind is house to the legendary passing of the two younger Sahibzade of Guru Gobind Singh ji. There collectively exist a number of Gurudware clustered close to each other, either dedicated to the two Sahibzade or Mata Gujri ji. The two younger sons of Guru Gobind, Zorawar Singh and Fateh Singh ji were bricked in a wall to die of suffocation for their denial to convert to Islam, a command made my Wazir Khan on behalf of Aurangzeb, the Moghul emperor.

The 'Thanda burj' Gurudwara is dedicated to the fort where Mata Gujri was kept captive for a night out in the fort with the two young Sahibzaade. This is where she jumped off, and died after hearing what was done to the two Sahibzaade. Sadly the point that struck me when I heard the story was whether suicide is accepted in Sikhism. But then it was clarified to me, that she committed suicide not in despair of losing her grandsons, but in a effort to save her honour in face of Wazir Khan's malicious intentions.
The Gurughars that I visited were beautiful and very well maintained. The gardens were gorgeous and melodius Kirtan was being played in each Gurudwara at whatever odd hour I visited them.

The city also has numerous renowned mosques and beautiful tombs and boasts a harmonious Sikh and Muslim living with numerous sites of immense importance for people of both religions.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Gleeful missing

Miss Me - But Let Me Go
by Anonymous

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rotes in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little - but not too long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me - but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone
It's all a part of the Master's plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me - but let me go.
Dedicated to those who left with a contented smile...