kise ik topic tae discussion hona chayi da jis vich ik pase "princess of god"  dujae passae dujjae participant majaal koi ess kuri nu thalllae la jae..  :happy: : discussion vich.

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manu lagda individual compition bahut ho gae nae hun group vich compitition hona chayi da.... group A ( 4 participant) group b ( 4parti.) etc... tae ana sab nu ik topic tae kush karan nu dita jawae jo sab toa vadia karo oh group vijaya ta ho jao ga ... good idea and unique phela awa da idea kise na dita my god :happy: :

tv tae gurbani , radio, etc aah saria galh ta gutka sahib nu link kardia jae koi gutka sahib ni parhna chounda tae tv tae radio tae ki gurbani sunh da hao aa... guru ghar jawo ga othae screens laggiyan hun giya oh guru vich baitha swarg dae jhootae laa sakda bas .

bahutae lok ghar baitha simran nai kardae rab nu nai poojdae.. par guru ghar jandae othae ta rab poojan jandae darshan kar jandae aa... othae ta koi hor kam da link ni rah gaya... othae jaan da ta sirf ik matlab aa simran karna... han screens laggan naal banda bahar baitha naam tae simran sunh sakda jis da k har ik manukh anad la sakda tae andar da view dekh sakda......



i think that's really good idea.

money v ta ous di kirpa naal banh di aa.... money da ta rab naal koi link ni aa... rab nu pauna vaa ta money nu ta plauna pena...

In Vancouver, B.C., Canada, I was asked to speak before a social group known as C.R.J. (Committee for Racial Justice). The members include representatives of all religions; Hindus, Muslims, Christians, Sikhs among them. Police officials and public representatives also attended. This gathering is held in turn at the religious place of each faith. About a decade ago, in the late eighties, they met in the Guru Amar Das Niwas, a wing of the Gurudwara at Ross Street, Vancouver.

While sharing special and unique features of the Sikh faith, I spoke about my unpleasant experience of being asked a wrong question by the local people, “Why are you carrying a dagger?” The audience enjoyed my observations when I explained to them why asking this question to a Sikh is wrong.

The relevant part of my speech is briefly mentioned below.

“Friends, I hope all of you will agree with me that we are not carrying our shirts and pants, but we are wearing them. This (showing my Kirpan in the sling), is an article of faith. I wear it, I do not carry it. Further, it is not a dagger, but a Kirpan.

We know that robbers carry daggers to kill and rob people. However, the Sikhs wear Kirpans to protect people.

Wearing of the Kirpan by a Sikh, can be explained by an analogy to the wearing of a pistol by a policeman. We have the police chief with us today (wearing his full uniform, he was sitting in the front row, just near the podium). He will agree with me that robbers carry pistols to rob people or even kill them. On the other hand, policemen use pistols not to kill people, but to protect them. Therefore, the policemen are required to wear them to perform their duty and as a part of their duty and as a part of their uniform. Sikhs are Sant-Sipahis (Saint-Soldiers), hence they are required to wear Kirpans as a part of their panj kakaar (5-K) uniform to be reminded of the responsibility of their faith to protect people.

This will help you understand why I feel hurt when somebody asks me, “Why are you carrying a dagger?” This question sends a very wrong and derogatory message to a Sikh. Surely, every police official will feel bad when he hears, “He is carrying a pistol to kill people, whereas we pay him to protect people.”

The Guru had a very solid reason to coin a new name, Kirpan, for this article of the Sikh faith; Kirpan means a weapon for doing a favour to the people and protecting their honour. The name reflects the mission for which a Sikh wears it. A Sikh is to publicly agree under oath before the Panj Pyaras for its genuine use before he is allowed to wear it.

On the same analogy, I suggested to the police chief to change the name of the pistol to protectil, when it is given to policemen for protecting and keeping peace. This new name will also reveal the mission of the police. It will provide them the psychology of service and motivate them for the right use of the equipment. (A white policeman was suspended for allegedly shooting an African-Canadian out of colour bias. This use or misuse of the pistol was in the news during those days.)

There was a smiling response from the audience including the police chief. After the meeting, he informally endorsed the justification of the wearing of the Kirpan by the Sikhs when he said to the President of the Gurdwara, “Now, I know that a Sikh does not carry a dagger, but he wears a Kirpan.”

A Kirpan symbolising dignity and strength. Kirpan comes from the word 'KIRPA' and 'AAN'. Kirpa means an act of kindness or a favour; 'aan' means honour, respect, and self-respect.


by Dr. Gurbaksh Singh 

Regrets.... I Have Many

Poem - Sikh girl who has be deceived by the false charm of a Muslim boy.

This poem portrays the lifestyle and thoughts of an impressionable young Sikh girl who has be deceived by the false charm of a Muslim boy. The following text is written as seen through her eyes.

Life in leafy Edgbaston was cosy, routine and without much bother,

Mummy and daddy where professional middle class,
I was at college study for my A levels,
I was shy and obedient but I wasn't content,
I longed for excitement,
I wanted to live the world,
I wanted to be as bold as brass and that was my intent.
At college one day, a lad approached me, as he towards me,

I could see from afar around his neck, he wore the moon and stars
around his neck.
He was very persistent and sweet,
Told me I was beautiful from my head down to my feet.
In my innocence by this tender words I was fooled,
This Muslim boy loved me.
And the love for my own family cooled.

My stupidity lead me to follow western trends,
I allowed him to become my boyfriend,
He had me under his hypnotic spell,
What I was going to do next nobody could tell,
I moved from Edgbaston to Sparkbrook.
I longed to be with my one and only Farooq.
My life was to change completely,
Long gone where the afternoon tea parties with the ladies,
Long gone where my Mummy's BMW and Daddy's Mercedes,

I was soon getting on and off buses and trams,
As I struggled with a variety of prams,
I was his sweetheart no more,
Instead I had become his common whore.
From Edgbaston to Sparkbrook and then to living hell
That is Pakistan,

A distant memory now, but please believe me,
I had once stood shoulder to shoulder with my dear dad
and demanded khalistan.
Oh God
What have I done?

What has happened to me?
What have I become?
As I lay awake at night
There is nobody to even hear me cry,
My thoughts are unanswered, questions are my only escape,
Somebody, anybody! Please tell me?

Will I ever stand in the warmth of my kitchen again?
Will I ever feel the hug of dear Daddy's strong arms?
Will my brothers ever fight and play and argue with me again?
Will I be there when my Mummy and Daddy grow old?
When my brother gets married will I be there to put the kalgi on his
pagh?
Will I ever again experience the sweet nectar that is Gurbani?
Will I ever share langar again?
Now there are no answers, only questions.

I have sown the seed of my own despair,
My life is in ruins, which nobody can repair,
My innocence, foolishness, kismet on me all have cheated,
I desperately want my previous boring life,
But I fear I am living in false hope,
In my heart of hearts I know that can never be repeated.
As I write these word in the unforgiving Pakistani heat,
Streams of sweat and tears run down my face,
I realise for me it is now too late,
Life has dealt me a cruel fate,
My living hell on my own I have to endure,
But I plead with my Sikh sisters that you make sure
Don't be fooled by his looks and false allure.

Stay in the warmth of Sikh religion,
Maintain your family values,
Enjoy its rich culture, but unlike me don't abuse its social freedom,
Ignore my advice at your peril,
But I beg you to take, a good long hard look at me,
A pitiful shambles I'm sure you will agree,
Happiness or even hope, I haven't any,

But regrets.............

Just Imagine! by Manbir Kaur (13)

Imagine a world, with peace and no war.
Where we all live and abide to one law.
Men and Women are both equal.
Caring for one another is how we should feel.

To tell you the truth I cant imagine this.
There is only pain and anger, but no bliss.
Where are all the enlightened Jots?
I guess they shut-up when money spoke.

I guess they aren't the enlightened ones.
Because by now something would have been done.
I'm not blaming anyone, just asking why?
It's so hard to love one another, without a single fight.

Everyone can make speeches, but they are only words.
I haven't seen a single person, who sticks to what they've learnt.
I'm one soul alone to spread the truth.
No gives me a chance, because in their eyes I'm a fool.

One day someone will open their eyes.
They will notice then the world is coming to the end of time!
When time is ending, they will then do something.
They still wont have realised the time they had been wasting.

Even then, the people will still argue!
Right now I'm feeling concerned, one question are you?

Like lightning in the dark night
the Guru's Kirpan did shine
to beckon the Sikhs for sacrifice
at Kesgarh in sixteen ninety nine.

Emitting the light of true love
for God and humans all
to uphold goodness and uproot evil
it gave a clarion call.

"Sacrifice for justice," its message was
that the five Gursikhs heard,
one by one their heads they offered
to obey the Guru's word.

The Guru blessed them with Amrit
and called them five loved-ones,
they were the nucleus of Khalsa Panth
the Guru's Guru and spiritual sons.

With five Kakaars on their person
and minds immersed in God's name,
resplendent with divine compassion
in Guru's image the Khalsa came.

I Love U Father
by Jaswant Singh.

Imagine the sad bird in the cage.
It has wings but cant fly.
Who dares to pay the price of its release.

One Man did pay the price.
He lose his father.
He lose his sons.
He lose his mother.
He lose his brothers and friends.
For us.
So that we could be set free.

He broke that cage.
You are free.
Fly, Fly and Fly.
The sky is not the limit.
There are millions of skies and universe.
Fly whereever you like.
There is no limit for you.

He gave us directions.
He gave us instructions.
So that we may never get lost.
Fly, Fly to the Home of Truth.
There is no limit for you.

Never, never have i seen such a caring and loving Man.
By Grace of God he is our Father.
By Grace of God he is our Guru.
He is noone other than Guru Gobind Singh Ji Maharaj.

Lets gear up for Vesakhi 1999.
Lets be UNITED.
Lets do it for this Great Man.
Give Him your Love.
Say to Him that You Love Him.

I Love You Guru Gobind Singh Ji Maharaj

Can't speak Punjabee

Can't speak Punjabee nor understand Katha
Can't sing kirtan, can't play tabla,
Can't read gurbanee pronounced correctly
Never learnt how to make dhal and rOtee
Can't sit cross-legged for hours on end
Can't make make my enemy into my friend

Just can't do anything Guru Jee

Guru Jee Guru Jee dhan dhan
Guru Granth Sahib Jee

"Visar nahee datar apana naam deho
Gun gava din raat nanak chao eho"
Forget me not O Giver, give me your name
Singing your virtues day and night is Nanak's desire

With your infinite kirpa and blessings Guru Ji
I can sing and sing day and night inside this body temple
Jap jap jap your Naam
Sing sing sing your virtues
Day and night
Night and day
Forever and ever
And fall into you
Like a river into the sea
Like a baby in her mother's embrace
And what I can't do
One day bless me so I can do

"Gursikha kee har dhoor de
Hum papee bhee ghat pae-i"
Bless me with the dust of the gursikhs
So this sinner my find your extent.

Fer mein kehra KIA ki tu KIA eh bible ch aa n mein tere line pad ke he
likhiya ki tu sure aa ya nahi !!

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Vese old testaments bible ch he ne lol n dujii gal Christians is on new testaments not on old !

if you got any other question ask this person(by Claudia Gaspar Soares Martins, Brazil - c.gaspar@terra.com.br  ) .. i m not the right one.... and i read this information and i find some attachment to this information so i posted here......