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« on: January 11, 2016, 10:49:52 PM »
Parkash badal nu
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« on: January 11, 2016, 08:52:59 PM »
Bapu to shooting te tips lete + gaalan
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« on: January 11, 2016, 02:31:21 AM »
Kutra pajama te 50 rs valia chaplan relaxo
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« on: January 11, 2016, 02:16:13 AM »
Yaaro mainu rista hi kara du :pagel:
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« on: January 11, 2016, 02:12:29 AM »
The knight tale
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« on: January 10, 2016, 01:33:17 AM »
Vicholan tejjo :pagel:
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« on: January 04, 2016, 10:02:18 PM »
Turdi c dhaak marood k mai boojadh de ladh layi :seeti:
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« on: January 04, 2016, 10:00:40 PM »
Es to vadia likh sakdi c eh kudi dekhan nu ta siyani lagdi c :pagel:
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« on: January 04, 2016, 09:57:56 PM »
Golgappi - simri
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« on: January 04, 2016, 09:53:43 PM »
Bari bansi khattan gya khat k laindi khoodi
Ve o din bhul gya ve jado mere vaddi c tu choodi
Ve mai kehra niyani c
Sare jandi kam tere
Kundi g much waleya nitt 15 marda ghere
Kundi g much waleya
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« on: January 04, 2016, 01:09:11 PM »
Wadayian guddi tainu janam din diyan
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« on: January 02, 2016, 08:38:25 PM »
Pretty girl is always right
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« on: January 02, 2016, 08:35:07 PM »
Ant man
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« on: December 29, 2015, 11:50:07 AM »
Happy birthday guddi
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« on: December 26, 2015, 10:33:46 PM »
Sakhi Series :- Guru Nanak dev ji and Raja ShivNabh[\b]
Raja ShivNabh's kingdom was visited by Guru Nanak Dev jee, the Raja was an atheist. Guru Nanak Dev jee went to those places where the greatest sinners and evil people were.
ShivNabh's ministers warned him not to meet Guru Nanak jee unless he wanted to be cursed. Four ministers were sent to meet Guru Nanak Dev jee and to stop him reaching the Kingdom.
They offered a silver plate laden with diamonds at Guru jee's feet. They said, "This offering shows our King's respect for you."
Guru Nanak jee said, "Tell him how can he respect me with mere pennies?"
The ministers were taken back, all other saints had accepted this offering and left the King alone. ShivNabh was told this is no ordinary saint.
Guru jee said to the ministers, "Tell Shiv-Nabh that if he wants to make an offering then he'll have to come and offer himself."
ShivNabh was an egotistical man and didn't recognise how great Guru Nanak jee was.
Guru Nanak jee saw everyone for what they were. King ShivNabh was an egotist and thought that Guru jee was probably one too. Next he sent his dancing prostitutes to try and tempt Guru jee but they failed as Guru jee addressed them as daughters.
The minister told ShivNabh. ShivNabh was shaken, for the first time the fear of God entered him and he thought "Who is this uncorruptable man?"
Without firstly having the fear of God, love can't enter. Without love one can't worship Waheguru.
ShivNabh had the fear of God enter into his mind. He bowed to Guru jee then put together his two hands and made a request.
To ask for something you have to become humble. "Gareeb Nivaz, O Protector of the Poor, I'm the king of this land. Be merciful and give me some seva, or service, to do. But the service shouldn't be small it should be great enough for a King, what can I offer you in return?"
Guru jee said, "This is the path of love, no one else can travel this path."
Guru Nanak jee said, "If you want to give an offering, then donate something of yours and do something that's going to help you in your next life."
ShivNabh said, "I will donate MY kingdom to you Guru jee." Guru Nanak jee said, "O foolish ShivNabh, I said give me something of yours, this Kingdom isn't yours and its not going to help you in the next world. Your father couldn't take it when he died, your grandfather couldn't take it either and neither can you take it because it doesn't belong to you."
Guru jee repeated his original question and asked, "O Shiv-Nabh, donate something of yours, the kingdom is not yours, the queen that rules it with you is not yours, no donate something that's yours!"
ShivNabh said, "I will donate MY body to you Guru jee." Guru said 'O foolish ShivNabh, this body isn't yours. Where are your father's and grandfather's bodies now? They had to leave them in this world, the body wasn't theirs and its not yours either. No donate something that's YOURS!"
ShivNabh said desparately, "What can I give? Take my name." Guru Nanak jee said, "ShivNabh, if you want to give me your name then show me Shiva's Navel, that's what ShivNabh means. You aren't Shiva, you can't give me his navel, can you?"
ShivNabh was nervous and confused, he said, "I don't own this body, I haven't got riches, I don't own my Kingdom, the Queen doesn't belong to me, O Guru Jee what can I, I give?"
Guru jee said, "But you're in possession of such a great thing that if you give it you'll be saved from birth and death."
ShivNabh said, "I can't see what I, I, I can give?"
Guru jee said, "Give this I, I, I that you keep stuttering like a goat! You are not a kingdom, you are not a body and you are not your name."
ShivNabh fell at Guru jee's feet a changed man, he said, "Everything is Yours, nothing is mine, nothing is mine Guru jee."
ShivNabh, the egotistical King, had a complete change in his state of mind. Now ShivNabh, the humble servant said, "I'm nothing."
Guru Nanak jee said, "Now go back to your duties and rule the Kingdom."
ShivNabh replied, "I can't rule, before I, I, I was doing it, but now I'm nothing I can't do it."
Guru jee said, "If someone asks you who's Kingdom you are ruling, just say it's Guru Nanaks. If someone asks you who do you belong to, just reply to Guru Nanak."
ShivNabh obtained the knowledge of God - BrahmGian. Guru Nanak jee said, "Ask for something?"
He asked for God's Name, "Bless me with Naam and that I may always have a place at your Lotus feet."
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« on: December 24, 2015, 07:49:23 AM »
Sakhi Series - Baba Banda Singh Bahadaur
In the prominent royal Mogul court of Delhi King's sleep will break-up hundred times daily There was such a dreadful fright in his heart In his consciousness painful sighs were brought
What fire scorched his heart no one knows All of a sudden he was jumping in fiery blows It appeared like red hot sky from the Delhi court King's heart shaking, seeking Godly support
Rivers of blood were flowing on the five rivers' land Sikhs were facing persecutions for some ideal ground Smeared in blood, they were saying thanks in gratitude Patiently, regardless of comforts, they were in solitude
They crossed their way with the Moguls might With faithful heart they remembered God in sight Maiden decorated with mark of blood, their foreheads What sort of people are Sikhs, with such eagerness
They move like moth, looking at burning all around Without delay they line up ready to fight duty bound They play jokes with death, and like lions they roar Wherever they stare and rebuke, enemy is no more
Brave warriors jumped in fray with hand to hand attack They quickly hawk assaulting caught the deadly foe Like flying hawk assaulting a deadly poisonous snake Squeezing them in his claws from tip to toe
Innumerable was the enemy army, Sikhs were very few They were surrounded in chains and were put in queue Clothes soaked in blood, bodies full of wounds and bruises Intestines fall in tummy but they had faith and confidence
The enemy was battered by the dashing Banda Singh sage Moguls fought back and tied him like brave lion in cage Surrounded him from all the sides and imprisoned the hero chum Then they moved towards Delhi, on the beat of kettle-drum
The Mogul army departed towards the Capital of Delhi city They moved like hurricane, without stopping or any pity Seven hundred Sikhs were imprisoned and curled-up in chains It was a disgusting sight, an extraordinary incident, full of pains
On every pointed spear, the head of Sikh was hanging Streams of blood dripping, the sight will give a panging Sikh prisoners shackled in chains, shouted this voice of cry O! our true saviour preserve thy honour, don't let panth shy
Spectators gathered in the heart of Delhi's Chandni Chowk This caravan of Sikhs was quite out of strength and in shock Outside they were dull and defeated, inside enjoying thrill Greeting loudly the victory of Guru and obedient to His will
The onlookers revealed an extraordinary and peculiar tale The prisoners started argument as no body wanted to fail Everybody wanted to be first in their turn to meet the fate All wanted to meet the Beloved, Gobind through life's gate
The wheel of death started, the murderers were on assault An applause was echoed, whenever the sword was at fault The Sikhs were being butchered, going forward for sacrifice It was game of seven days for seven hundred heroes nice
Chief Banda Singh was in the clutches of destiny or fate Next they brought forward to kill his little son ever so great The Kazi passed on to banda Singh the killer sword grand He ordered to cut his son's head as it was royal command
Sons are symbols of worldliness for formality in social affairs If someone rebukes them one feels like to pull his hairs What sort of test in life, to kill one's own son, was shaping The thing one can't even imagine, the same was happening
Banda first picked his son and loved and caressed him Then he tried to explain the role and character of Sikhism Prince Fateh and Jujhar Singh were also children like you Now in the test time and what they achieved you can also do
Greeting the victory loudly, the little son was revitalized If life goes, the custom of Sikhism is, let it be sacrificed For holder of righteousness definite victory will be at last His love won't be wasted, he meets the Beleoved very fast
The Kazi became angry as he could not bear the splendour The executioner attacked the child and he started to flutter Even then this strange trick of destiny could not succeed Plump intestines jumping softly, the earth was red indeed
It is written in the history that Banda remaned unmoved In his mouth soft plump heart of slayed child was forced In this hard probation Banda remained unshaken, steady The history will cry when going through its own study
It was such a dreadful scene that onlookers could not spy Snatching with pincers first they took out his both eyes Iron bars were made red hot to burn his body limbs ready The Sikh greeted the victory loudly and soul left the body
The Sky echoed with kettle-drum beat, banner flying like kite Once a hero takes a battlefield, he is eager to show his might A true warrior is one, who fights for sake of humble and meek He might cut into the pieces, but to leave battlefield will never seek
- An English translation of "Bandadir"(The Chained Hero) written by Rabindranath Tagore. (This poem was originally written in Bengali. )[\b]
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« on: December 24, 2015, 07:20:12 AM »
u
sorry for late reply.
she cry when i send her.
Lol chal koi na o mashook kahdi jehri russna hi na jandi hove :pagel: Please dnt impress her with Punjabi double meaning wale nikal de fir na kehi j kuch galat ho gya
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« on: December 24, 2015, 07:14:44 AM »
Happy birthday :smile:
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« on: December 23, 2015, 12:09:38 PM »
Bathinda
Hun ta door uth gye na reha pind na koi tah
Gumnam firde aa apne apne rah
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« on: December 23, 2015, 12:00:22 PM »
Mai ta gallan kadd k chitt set kar lena :pagel:
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