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« on: October 25, 2010, 02:46:16 AM »
pathraan de is shair ch sajjana pathar
wasde ne..
galti naal ithei dil na rakhdi eh tod tod k hasde ne.
Brar ne v kissei pathar de naaal yaari layi c us pathar ne sajjana
Jass di hosh bulayi c.
ajj tayin likhda chithiyan oh akhar ho gaya e pathran de shair ch
sajjna oh phull v pathar ho gaya e......
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« on: October 25, 2010, 02:37:22 AM »
today s breaking news
yaar tuhaaaanu pta k sohne lokaan te tax lagg gaya
tax slab jo sohne nahi tax $000 jo sohne ne $200 jo bahut sohne ne
$300 te jo sab tonh sohne $500 per week,
its relly not goood.. per tuhaanu ki fark paina
tusi te udaan hi ho meri te week di income tax ch hi chali jaani ai.........
meri te waat lag gaye...[/b]hahhahahaaha
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« on: October 25, 2010, 12:38:25 AM »
Beware, Ye Bureaucracy
a dwritten leaflet explaining the reasons for Saunders' murder, written on December 18, 1928 on Mozang House den and pasted at several placs on the walls of Lahore in the night between the 18th and 19th. A copy in Bhagat Singh's handwriting was produced as an exhibit in the Lahore Conspiracy Case.
HINDUSTAN SOCIALIST REPUBLICAN ARMY
NOTICE
J.P. Sunders is dead; Lala Lajpat Rai is avenged
Really it is horrible to imagine that so lowly and violent hand violent hand of an ordinary Police Offical, J.P. Saunders could ever dare to touch in such an insulting way the body of one so old, so revered and so loved by 300 millions of people of Hindustan and thus cause his death. The youth and manhood of India was challenged by blows hurled down on the head of the India's nationhood. And let the world know that India still lives; that the blood of youths has not been totally cooled down and that they can still risk their lives, if the honour of their nation is at stake. And it is proved through this act by those obscure who are ever persecuted, condemned and denounced even by their own people.
Beware, Ye Tyrants ; Beware
Do not injure the felling of a downtrodden and oppressed country. Think twice before perpetrating such diabolical deed, And remember that despite 'Arms Act' and strict guards against the smuggling of arms, the revolvers will ever continue to flow in-if no sufficient at present for and armed revolt, then at least sufficient to avenge the national insults. Inspite of all the denunciations and condemnation 0f their own kiths and kins, and ruthless repression and persecution of the alien government, party of young men will ever live to teach a lesson to the haughty rulers. They will be so bold as to cry even amidst the raging storm of opposition and repression, even on the scaffold:
"LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION" !
Sorry for the death of a man. But in this man has died the representative of an institution which is so cruel, lowly and so base that it must be abolished. In this man has died an agent of the British authority in India-the most tyrannical of Govt. of Govts. In the world.
Sorry for the bloodshed of a human being; but the sacrifice of individuals at the altar of the Revolution that will bring freedom to all and make the exploitation of man by main impossible, is inevitable.
Long Live The Revolution" !
.Sd/ - Balraj
Dated 18th December, 1928 Commander-in-Chief
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« on: October 25, 2010, 12:25:33 AM »
Letter to Shaheed Sukhdev
This letter deals with the views of Bhagat Singh on the question of love and sacrifice in the life of a revolutionary. It was written on April 5, 1929 in Sita Ram Bazar House, Delhi. The letter was taken to Lahore by Shri Shiv Verma and handed over to Sukhdev it was recovered from him at the time of his arrest on April 13 and was produced as one of the exhbits in Lahore Conspiracy Case.
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DEAR BROTHER
By the time you receive this letter I will be gone, going to a far off destination. Let me assure that I am prepared for the voyage inspite of all the sweet memory and inspite of all the charms of my life here. Upto this day one thing pinched in my heart and it was this that my brother, my own brother, misunderstood and accused me of a very serious charge - the charge of weakness. Today I am quite satisfied, today more than ever do I feel that was nothing, but a misunderstanding, a wrong calculation. My overfrankness was interpreted as my talkativeness, and my confession as my weakness. And now I feel it was misunderstanding and only is understanding. I am not weak, not weaker than anyone amongest us, brother. With a clear heart I go, will you clear too? It will be very kind of you. But note that you are to take no hasty step, soberly and calmly you are to carry on the work. Don't try to take the chance at the very outset. You have some duty towards the public, and that you can fulfil by continuing this work. As a suggestion I would say that M.R. Shastri* appeals to me more than ever. Try to bring him in the arena, provided he himself may be willing, clearly knowing the dark future. Let him mix with men and study their psychology. If he will work in the right spirit, he will be the better judge. Arrange as you may deem fit. Now, brother, let us be happy.
By the way, I am say that I cannot help arguing once again my case in the matter under discussion. Again do I emphasise that I am full of ambition and hope and of full charm of life. But I can renounce all at the time of need, and that is the real sacrifice. These things can never be hinderance in the way of man, provided he be a man. You will have the practical proof in the near future. While discussing anybody's character you asked me one thing, whether love ever proved helpful to any man. Yes, I answer that question today. To Mazzini it was. You must have read that after the utter failure and crushing defeat of his first rising he could no bear the misery and haunting ideas of his dead comrades. He would have gone mad or committed suicide but for one letter of a girl he loved. He would as strong as any one, nay stronger than all. As regards the moral status of love I may say that it in itself is nothing BUT PASSION, not an animal passion but a human one, and very sweet too. Love in itself can never be an animal passion. Love always elevates the character of man. It never lowers him, provided love be love. You can't call these girls - mad people, as we generally see in films - lovers. They always play in the hands of animals passions. The true love cannot be created. It comes of its own accord, nobody can say when. It is but natural. And I may tell you that a young man and a young girl can love each other, and with the aid of their love they can overcome the passions themselves and can maintain their purity. I may clear one thing here; when I said that love has human weakness, I did not say it for an ordinary human being at this stage, where the people generally are. But that is most idealistic stage when man would overcome all these sentiments, the love, the hatred, and so on. When man will take reason as the sole basis of his activity. But at present it is not bad, rather good and useful to man. And moreove while rebuking the love. I rebuked the love of one individual for one, and that too in idealistic stage. And even then, man must have the strongest feelings of love which he may not confine to one individual and may make it universal. Now I think I have cleared my position. One thing I may tell you to mark; we inspite of all radical ideas that we cherish, have not been able to do away with the overidealistic Arya Samajist conception of morality. We may talk glibly about all the radical things that can possible be conceived, but in practical life we begin to tremble at the very outset. This I will request you do away with. And may I, Without fear at all the misapprehension in my mind, request you do kindly lower the standard of your over-idealism a bit, not to be harsh to those who will live behind and will be the victims of a disease as myself ? Don't rebuke them and thus add to their woes and miseries. They need your sympathy. May I repeat that you, without bearing any sort of grudge against any particular individual, will sympathise with those who needed the most ? But you cannot realise these things unless and until you yourself fall a victim to this. But, why I am writing all this? I wanted to be frank. I have cleared my heart.
Wish you all success and happy life.
Yours.
B. S
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« on: October 24, 2010, 08:34:18 AM »
The Punjab region was a region straddling India and Afghanistan. The following modern day political divisions made up the historical Sikh Empire:
* Punjab region till Multan in south
o Punjab, India
o Punjab, Pakistan
o Haryana, India.
o Himachal Pradesh, India
* Kashmir, conquered in 1818, India/Pakistan/China[17][18]
o Jammu, India
o Gilgit, Northern Areas, Pakistan (Occupied from 1842–1846)[19]
* Khyber Pass, Afghanistan/Pakistan[20]
o Peshawar, Pakistan[21] (taken in 1818, retaken in 1834)
o North-West Frontier Province and FATA, Pakistan (documented from Hazara (taken in 1818, again in 1836) to Bannu)[22]
* Parts of Western Tibet (1841), China[23]
Jamrud, Khyber Agency District was the westernmost limit of the Sikh Empire. The westward expansion was stopped in the Battle of Jamrud, in which the Afghans managed to kill prominent Sikh general Hari Singh Nalwa in an offensive, though the Sikhs successfully held their position at their Jamrud fort.
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« on: October 24, 2010, 08:28:08 AM »
Hari Singh Nalwa just one commander he won afgan baadsha Timur and timur just looser once a life...
Hari Singh Nalwa was Commander-in-chief of the army of the Sikh Empire. He is known for his role in the conquests of Kasur, Sialkot, Multan, Kashmir, Attock, and Peshawar. He lead the Sikh Army in freeing Shah Shuja from Kashmir and secured the Koh-i-Nor diamond for Ranjit Singh. He served as governor of Kashmir and Hazara and established a mint on behalf of the Sikh Empire to facilitate revenue collection.
His frontier policy of holding the Khyber Pass was later used by the British Raj. He is responsible for expanding the frontier of Sikh Empire to the Indus River. At the time of his death, the western boundary of the Sikh Kingdom as Jalalabad. His death at the Battle of Jamrud was a significant loss to the Sikh Empire.
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« on: October 24, 2010, 07:49:27 AM »
After Maharaja Ranjit Singh's death in 1839, the empire was severely weakened by internal divisions and political mismanagement. This opportunity was used by the British Empire to launch the Anglo-Sikh Wars. :rabb:
The Battle of Ferozeshah in 1845 marked many turning points, the British encountered the Punjabi Army, opening with a gun-duel in which the Sikhs "had the better of the British artillery". But as the British made advancements, Europeans in their army were especially targeted, as the Sikhs believed if the army "became demoralised, the backbone of the enemy's position would be broken"[14]. The fighting continued throughout the night earning the nickname "night of terrors". The British position "grew graver as the night wore on", and "suffered terrible casualties with every single member of the Governor General's staff either killed or wounded"[15]. :thaa: :thaa: :thaa:
British General Sire James Hope Grant recorded: "Truly the night was one of gloom and forbidding and perhaps never in the annals of warfare has a British Army on such a large scale been nearer to a defeat which would have involved annihilation"[15]The Punjabi ended up recovering their camp, and the British were exhausted. Lord Hardinge sent his son to Mudki with a sword from his Napoleonic campaigns. A note in Robert Needham Cust's diary revealed that the "British generals decided to lay down arms:
News came from the Governor General that our attack of yesterday had failed, that affairs were disparate, all state papers were to be destroyed, and that if the morning attack failed all would be over, this was kept secret by Mr.Currie and we were considering measures to make an unconditional surrender to save the wounded..."[15].
However, a series of events of the Sikhs being betrayed by some prominent leaders in the army led to its downfall. Maharaja Gulab Singh and Dhian Singh, were Hindu Dogras from Jammu, and top Generals of the army. Tej Singh and Lal Singh were secretly allied to the British. They supplied important war plans of the Army, and provided the British with updated vital intelligence on the Army dealings, which ended up changing the scope of the war and benefiting the British positions[1][16].
The Sikh Empire was finally dissolved after a series of wars with the British at the end of the Second Anglo-Sikh War in 1849 into separate princely states and the British province of Punjab, which were granted statehood. Eventually, a Lieutenant Governorship was formed in Lahore as a direct representative of the British Crown. :sad:SHAH MOHAMDA IK SARKAAR BAAZON FAOJAn JIT K ANNT NU HARIYAN NE... :sad:
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« on: October 22, 2010, 07:41:06 AM »
ajj sanu fir teri yaad ayi,
bhawein chandri badi der baaad ayi e.....
puchde ne saarei tere bare kinei hi sawal ni
bolda ni kuz v main dekh lai kamal ni
rok liya main dil nu tere layi ron tonh
per rok ni paya teri yaad nu aon tonh
dil ch kharood jiha pa k turgi
marjaani BRAR nu roa k turgi...
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« on: October 21, 2010, 10:08:04 AM »
Dukh nahi ke hoi Pyar Apne Di haar Ae...
gam hai ke tohmat layi mere te es var vey..
Dukh nahi ke Mere hase te uthaya Tu swal ae
Gam hai ke meri Peed na tu Sakeya pachan vey
Dukh nahi ke kadd ta dil vicho Menu Ae
Gam hai ke Kar geyon Praya ch ik Pal ch vey
Dukh nahi ke Pucheya na Mera mud hal Ae
Gam hai ke Beh geyon Russ ke Bina Vajah nal Vey
Dukh nahi ke Jindgi di Ho gayi Sunni Rah Ae
Gam hai ke Paidan de Nishan v tu challeya mita vey
Dukh Nahi ke Vajood Mera ban geya majak Ae
Gam Hai ke Pyar Mere te kita ae tu Shakk Vey
Dukh Nahi ke dil de vehde Ch reh Gayi tanhai Ae
Gam hai ke tere valo mili Sirf Ruswayi Vey
Dukh nahi Ke Akheya tu Menu Dhokhebaaz Ae
Gam hai Ke Majboori Nu Bana DItta Be-wafayi vey
Gam hai ta Bass hun Sirf Eho ik Gam Hai
Pyar karke vi pyar na tu Sakeya Pachan vey...
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« on: October 21, 2010, 09:20:29 AM »
Words can’t be massacred
How many places you shall reach
To tear off printed words?
Just tell me which fire
Shall burn up the images?
You are sadly mistaken.
Bullets can’t silence the words
Words can’t be massacred
Instead, they always move forward.
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« on: October 21, 2010, 09:16:18 AM »
In the spring of 1967, peasants of Naxalbari--a sleepy village of West Bengal, India--came out of their fields with traditional weapons to fight the establishment. They fought heroically but the moderately armed security forces suppressed them brutally, for a few years.
Even though it was supressed it made a significant contribution to the field of literature and gave birth to new paradigms, which were path breaking in practice and pro-people in nature. It redefined the relationship of student and education, artist and society, country and city, state and people, repression and resistance, violence and peace.
The influence of the Naxalite movement reached the farthest corners of the country. In Punjab, Paash--pen name of Avtar Singh Sandhu--was deeply influenced by this movement. He was one of those who had from the very beginning expressed their uneasiness over the prevailing discourse of romantic poetry in Punjab.
He was not even twenty when he first came to light with his anthology of poetry "Loh Katha" (The Iron Tale) in 1970. This anthology was a complete breakaway from romantic poetry.
Initially many "established poets" refused to recognize the "young lad." They termed his poetry a mere "rag of red cloth." But Paash was altogether different from his contemporaries, he never felt the need for recognition from pro-establishment critics. And his pen always gave them a befitting reply. That is why even almost two decades after his death, his poems still define the struggle.
It is an established fact that Naxalite writers had never written for the sake of fame. Most of them either lived the life of saints or of rebels and have written poetry from the battle fields. They never cared for honors. They wrote what they lived and lived what they wrote. Paash also never wrote for the sake of writing but it was his sensitivity and inner restlessness which motivated him to write. He never stroked his pen to become just a poet.
The poetry of the 20-year-old man challenged the establishment. And the impatient rulers implicated him in a fabricated murder case. He was imprisoned for two years. It was this time which played a key role in his ideological growth. He wrote his best poetry in jail on cigarette packs and smuggled it out.
After two years, Paash was acquitted and he became a celebrated poet of the revolutionary camp. His poems were translated and published in Hindi, Nepali, English and many other Indian languages.
In the early 1980s Sikh fundamentalists waged a war with demands for a separate country, Khalistan. Paash opposed the activities of the Khalistanis. While in the United States, to defeat the reactionary idea of Khalistan on ideological grounds, he started a newspaper named "Anti-47" (after the AK 47, the weapon Khalistanis used to kill).
History proves that the fundamentalist forces rarely indulge in ideological debates, they often suppress their critics with the gun. And the same fate befell Paash. He was gunned down by Khalistani militants on March 23, 1988 (ironically the martyrdom day of Shaheed Bhagat Singh, Rajguru and Sukhdev, the revered patriots who were hanged by the British during the struggle for India's independence). He was 37 years old.
They eliminated him physically at a very young age but his four anthologies of poetry "Loh Katha" (Iron-Tale, 1970), "Ud dian Bazan Magar"(Behind Flying Hawks, 1973), "Saadey Samiyaan Vich" (In Our Times, 1978) and "Khilre Hoey Varkey" (Unorganized Papers, publish posthumously in 1989) have become an integral part of the lives of people.
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« on: October 21, 2010, 09:11:55 AM »
Avtar Singh Sandhu Avtar Singh Sandhu whose pen name was Pash or Paash (September 9, 1950 - March 23, 1988), was one of major poets of the so-called jujhar (naxalite militant) movement in the Punjabi literature of 1970s. His early, strongly left-wing views were reflected in his poetry. He was born in Talwandi Salem, Jalandhar, Punjab, growing up in the struggle between the Naxalite movement and the working class, poverty-stricken Punjabs, during the so-called Jujharu (rebellious era). He published his first book of revolutionary poems, Loh-Katha (Iron Tale) in 1970; his militant and provocative tone raised the ire of the establishment. At the young age of 21, he was tried on a framed up charge of murder because of his active sympathies with the Maoists. He spent nearly two years in jail, before being finally acquitted. On acquittal, he became involved in Punjab's Maoist front, editing a literary magazine, Siarh (The Plow Line). He became a popular political figure on the left during this period, and was awarded a one year fellowship at the Punjabi Academy of Letters in 1985. He toured the United Kingdom and the United States, working for awhile at a California gas station, the following year; while in the U.S., he authored a piece for the 'Anti-47 Front', opposing Sikh nationalist violence; in retribution, he was murdered by a group of 'communal terrorists' in Jalandhar on 23 March 1988. His Literary works * Loh-katha (Iron-Tale) (1970), * Uddian Bazan Magar (Behind Flying Hawks) (1973), * Saadey Samiyaan Vich (In Our Times) (1978), and * Khilre Hoey Varkey (Unorganized Papers) (1989) Khilre Hoey Varkey was posthumously published in 1989 after his death, followed by his journals and letters. A selection of his poems in Punjabi, Inkar, was published in Lahore in 1997. His poems have been translated in many languages including other Indian languages, Nepali and English. Retrieved from " http://www.sikhiwiki.org/index.php/Avtar_Singh_Sandhu" Categories: Scholars | Poets
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« on: October 21, 2010, 09:05:48 AM »
The Most Dangerous
Most treacherous is not the robbery
of hard earned wages
Most horrible is not the torture by the police.
Most dangerous is not the graft for the treason and greed.
To be caught while asleep is surely bad
surely bad is to be buried in silence
But it is not most dangerous.
To remain dumb and silent in the face of trickery
Even when just, is definitely bad
Surely bad is reading in the light of a firefly
But it is not most dangerous
Most dangerous is
To be filled with dead peace
Not to feel agony and bear it all,
Leaving home for work
And from work return home
Most dangerous is the death of our dreams.
Most dangerous is that watch
Which run on your wrist
But stand still for your eyes.
Most dangerous is that eye
Which sees all but remains frostlike,
The eye that forgets to kiss the world with love,
The eye lost in the blinding mist of the material world.
That sinks the simple meaning of visible things
And is lost in the meaning return of useless games.
Most dangerous is the moon
Which rises in the numb yard
After each murder,
But does not pierce your eyes like hot chilies.
Most dangerous is the song
Which climbs the mourning wail
In order to reach your ears
And repeats the cough of an evil man
At the door of the frightened people.
Most dangerous is the night
Falling in the sky of living souls,
Extinguishing them all
In which only owls shriek and jackals growl,
And eternal darkness covers all the windows.
Most heinous is the direction
In which the sun of the soul light
Pierces the east of your body.
Most treacherous is not the
robbery of hard earned wages
Most horrible is not the torture of police
Most dangerous is not graft taken for greed and treason.
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« on: October 21, 2010, 09:04:38 AM »
Two and Two Three
I can prove
two and two make three.
The present is liestory.
The human face looks like a spoon.
You know –
bills and bills of a hundred
move on in courts, bus-stands and parks –
writing diaries, taking pictures,
completing reports.
Sons are made to rape their mothers
in the ‘Law Protection Centres.’
‘Dacoits’ toil in the fields.
The declaration of accepting demands
is made by dropping bombs.
That loving your own people could mean
spying for the ‘enemy nation.’
And the reward for the greatest treachery
could be the highest seat.
So two and two can make three;
the present could be liestory
and the human face too
can look like a spoon.
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« on: October 21, 2010, 09:03:34 AM »
Mainu Chahiday Han Kujh Bol
(All I Need Is Some Words)
Mainu chahiday han kujh bol
Mainu chahiday han kujh bol
JinnaN da ikk geet banh sakay..
Khoh lavo maiThoN ih bheeRh di taiN taiN
SaaRh devo mainu merian nazmaN di dhooni te
Mainu nahin chahiday Ameen Sayaani de dialog
Saambho Anand Bakhshi, tusiN suno Lakhshmi Kaant
Mein ki karna Indra da bhaashan
Mainu taaN chahiday hann kujh bol
JinnaN da ikk geet banh sakay
Mere munh 'ch tunn dio Yamlay Jatt di toombi
Mere maThay te jhareeT devo Tagore da Nantional Anthem
Meri hikk te chipka devo Gulshan Nanda de naaval
Meri piTth te ladd diO Vaajpayee da bojhal pinda
Mere gall ch paa diO Hemant Basu di laash
Mere....... ch de diO Lala Jagat Naryaan da sir
Chalou..mein Mao vi nai lainda
Per mainu diO taaN sahi kujh bol
JinnaN da ikk geet bann sakay...
Ih geet mein ohna goongyaN nu daina hai
JinnaN nu gettaN di kadar hai
Per jinnaN nu tuhaday bhaanay gauna nai puggda
Je tuhaday kol nai hai koi bol, koi geet
Mainu bakanh devo! mein ki bakda haan
Translation of one of his poems by Samartha Vashishtha is given below:
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« on: October 21, 2010, 06:32:32 AM »
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« on: October 20, 2010, 06:57:19 AM »
A large shot of whisky can help protect against heart disease, scientists have claimed.
Researchers claim that drinking the equivalent of three or four pub measures of the spirit can boost the body's defences against disease.
However, the bad news is that scientists found that the benefit was achieved by drinking just once a week.
The research, led by the Rowett Research Institute in Aberdeen and part sponsored by the Scotch Whisky Research Institute, found that both whisky and red wine helped to protect against coronary heart disease by raising the body's level of anti-oxidants.
However, it was the whisky drinkers who absorbed a greater proportion of the "phenol" chemicals that provide the protective effect.
The findings, published in the European Journal of Clinical Nutrition, followed research on nine healthy men aged 23 to 47, free from clinical disorders and taking no vitamin or mineral supplements.
They were asked to eat nothing from 11 pm the previous night, and the next morning received either 100 ml of Cape Bay Mellow Red wine, a 12-year-old malt whisky matured in oak, or a "new make" spirit - a newly distilled and non-matured whisky.
They downed their drink within five minutes, and a week later did the same again, this time switching to one of the other drinks.
After another week they did the same again, this time switching to the third type of drink.
Short-lived boost
[ image: Red wine produces a beneficial effect]
Red wine produces a beneficial effect
Tests showed that drinking either wine or mature whisky gave a significant but short-lived boost to the phenol concentrations in the body.
A greater proportion of the whisky's phenols were absorbed than the proportion absorbed from the wine, although the wine contained far more phenols to start with.
But there was a marked fall in antioxidant capacity after drinking the "new make" whisky, and the researchers speculate this could be because of the copper content of the new whisky.
They said the findings support suggestions from other research that "moderate alcohol consumption may reduce the risk of development of heart disease."
Hugh Morison, director general of the Scotch Whisky Association, said: "The word whisky comes from uisge beatha, the Gaelic for water of life, so it is no surprise to Scotch whisky drinkers that a short of their favourite dram is good for their heart.
"This research is yet further evidence that the moderate consumption and enjoyment of all alcoholic beverages is beneficial to health."
Gary Ward, a spokesman for the Health Education Authority's alcohol programme, said the research was "interesting".
But he said the HEA was unlikely to recommend that people take up drinking whisky on health grounds.
He said: "The public health advice we give is that any alcohol, if you drink as little as one to two units a day, can protect against coronary heart disease, but only if you are in a risk group, such as menopausal women or men over 40 years who are prone to heart trouble."
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« on: October 20, 2010, 06:36:55 AM »
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« on: October 19, 2010, 03:06:01 AM »
Bible is only Christian, Bhagavadgita is only Hindu, Dhammapada is only Buddhist, Jin Sutras only Jaina; but Guru Granth Sahib is the only book in the world taken from all the sources possible. Its sources come from Hindu, Mohammedan, Jaina, Buddhist, Christian. Such openness, no fanaticism.
The title Guru Granth means “the book of the masters,” or “the master book.” In it you will find Kabir, Nanak, Farid, and a long line of mystics belonging to different traditions, different schools, as if thousands of rivers are meeting in the ocean. Guru Granth is like an ocean.
I will translate only one sentence of Nanak. He is the founder, so of course his words are compiled in Guru Granth. He was the first master of the Sikhs; then followed a line of nine other masters. Sikhism was produced by ten masters. It is a rare religion because every other religion was created by only a single master.
Nanak says : The truth, the ultimate truth is unspeakable, so please forgive me, I will not speak about it, but only sing it. If you can understand the language of music, then perhaps a chord in your heart may be touched. The transmission of the lamp is beyond words.
Guru Granth Sahib.... the Sikhs call it Sahib because they respect the book so much, almost as if it is alive, as if it were the very spirit of the master.
Guru Granth has compiled the sayings of ten living masters, ten enlightened ones. I say that no other book can be compared to it. It is incomparable. Nanak says, "Ek omkar satnam - only one thing is true, the name of the inexpressible." In the East we call it omkar, om - only that is true. The sound of the soundless.... the silence that pervades after the sound has left...ek omkar satnam.
Nanak, the founder of Sikhism roamed around the known world of his day with a single follower, Mardana. Mardana means manly - ?the really brave?. To be a follower one has to be brave. Nanak used to sing while Mardana played on his sitar, and that?s how they roamed around the world spreading the fragrance of the ultimate. His songs are so beautiful, they bring tears to my eyes. Just because of his songs a new language was created. Because he wouldn?t listen to any grammar, any rules of language, regulations, he created Punjabi - just by his songs. It is a tremendously strong language, just like the sharp edge of a sword.
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GURU GRANTHA has compiled the sayings of ten living masters, ten enlightened ones. I say that no other book can be compared to it. It is incomparable. Nanak says, "Ek omkar satnam -- only one thing is true, the name of the inexpressible." In the East we call it omkar, om -- only that is true. The sound of the soundless... the silence that pervades after the sound has left...ek omkar satnam.
- Books I Have Loved, Chapter #7 - OSHO
ਪਉੜੀ ॥
pourree ||
Pauree:
ਓਅੰ ਗੁਰਮੁਖਿ ਕੀਓ ਅਕਾਰਾ ॥
oua(n) guramukh keeou akaaraa ||
ONG: The One Universal Creator created the Creation through the Word of the Primal Guru.
ਏਕਹਿ ਸੂਤਿ ਪਰੋਵਨਹਾਰਾ ॥
eaekehi sooth parovanehaaraa ||
He strung it upon His one thread.
ਭਿੰਨ ਭਿੰਨ ਤ੍ਰੈ ਗੁਣ ਬਿਸਥਾਰੰ ॥
bhi(n)n bhi(n)n thrai gun bisathhaara(n) ||
He created the diverse expanse of the three qualities.
ਨਿਰਗੁਨ ਤੇ ਸਰਗੁਨ ਦ੍ਰਿਸਟਾਰੰ ॥
niragun thae saragun dhrisattaara(n) ||
From formless, He appeared as form.
ਸਗਲ ਭਾਤਿ ਕਰਿ ਕਰਹਿ ਉਪਾਇਓ ॥
sagal bhaath kar karehi oupaaeiou ||
The Creator has created the creation of all sorts.
ਜਨਮ ਮਰਨ ਮਨ ਮੋਹੁ ਬਢਾਇਓ ॥
janam maran man mohu badtaaeiou ||
The attachment of the mind has led to birth and death.
ਦੁਹੂ ਭਾਤਿ ਤੇ ਆਪਿ ਨਿਰਾਰਾ ॥
dhuhoo bhaath thae aap niraaraa ||
He Himself is above both, untouched and unaffected.
ਨਾਨਕ ਅੰਤੁ ਨ ਪਾਰਾਵਾਰਾ ॥੨॥
naanak a(n)th n paaraavaaraa ||2||
O Nanak, He has no end or limitation. ||2||
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