Surjit Pattar

Those who love to read punjabi literature and poetry, know Surjit Pattar as refined poet. I remember I used to read his poetry when I was in 10th grade. It was in my curriculum.

I'm satisfied that sketch is finished and feel good feeling is taking over me. At last I managed to draw something meaningful.

"MEIN RAAHAN TE NAHI TURDA ,
MEIN TURDA HA TE RAAH BaNNDE NE"


Happy sketching

My Driving License

Its been more than one year in New Zealand and I have been driving with my "Indian License" since then. If cops ever catch me, I will end up paying 600 dollars fine. I have gone through "alcohol Breathe" test several time and I always keep my finger crossed, hoping I don't have to present my Driving License luckly no cops has ever asked for it.

well tonight going to be my study night. I got my "Road code book" and tomorrow I'm going to take written test. This time I'm damn serious.

There are several things on my mind before I go back to my country. My samsung LCD is on its way, sales person says there is slight delay in shipment. well I have to wait for another two weeks this means I'll enjoy watching TV for another 3 weeks and after that I have to put it on trademe.com for selling :(. Unwisly investment!!!.

I got one month annual leave which is to be used as vacation. My work mates have finally come to know my plans and expecting me to come back in one month and my restaurant manager is alluring me with good profile and always taunt me "You have to come back or else he will come to India to kill me if I don't come back" but It depends on my mood, if I find it easy in India I may or may not come back.

I got to go now

to be continued.........

It is by chance that we met, by choice that we became friends

Life is strange and keep playing all the time. There are some who become our small world. We will not be left alone and will be helped when needed, only that time we come know the true personality of people. But there are some , we don't even know at all and don't expect anything from them but they come into our life as a Guruji's blessings.

The day my brother left Hamilton in search of job in Auckland, I was on my own. It was true test of my patience. My brother was out of job living with my cousin in Auckland and I was working day in day out to support my daily expenses. I had to send money to my brother so that he could easily commute in the city, buy food etc. Aftre spending one month in Auckland he ran out of luck and came back home. His Visa was on the verge of expiry. It was hard time for both of us. I was mentally unstable but I knew one thing in my heart that help was on its way but how we going to grab it, I had no idea.

During those day my brother used to visit his friend's home and there we met two guys . They came into our life as a lord's blessing and things started improving. That unknown fellow took pain and did everything he could do. When he saw my brother, he himself got dragged to his old past time when he was on his own.

He knows one guy who runs very good restaurant in Hamilton. He asked help from him and my brother started going there, hoping he would help him in his Visa. My brother used to work for him free but at last moment the guy backed out leaving us panic. He ended up his relation with restaurant guy for us and gave him like anything over the phone. But it is said presence of some people in your life are like blessings. One Kiwi lady helped my brother in his visa even though she didn't pay anything what my brother did for her. acceptable!!!!

We are still together and they never spend their day without us.

I beleive earth could be heaven for everyone if we stop deceving each other and promote trust.

Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget.

"Miter Piyare Nu"

There is so much to learn from Guru Gobind Singh ji. Most of us look to guru ji as our tenth God but those who have studied his biography know that he was true messenger of lord. He was not a God but true saint. To support my point Guru ji himself has made very clear in his "Dasam Granth"

"Those who call me God, will fall into the deep pit of hell. Regard me as one of his slaves and have no doubt whatever about it. I am a servant of the Supreme Being; and have come to behold the wonderful drama of life."

For himself he used the word 'slave' or servant of God.

Sri Guru Gobind Singh Marg is a symbol of unity among human race. It is a centre of Universal brotherhood.

Anyways we know our history and I don't want to dwell on it. The most interesting trait of Guru ji is his poetic quality. Guru ji used to have 50 poets in his Darbar.


When 40 brave Sikhs fought Valiantly in mud fort. They were ready to lay their lives for Guruji. They were reciting Jaap Sahib. On the other hand Mughal forces, banking in their number were sure of their victory. It was an unequal fight.

For whole day a fierce battle took place, on one side a batalian of Punj Piyare comes out of mud fort for fight, with slogan of victory "Bole So Nihal-Sat Sri Akal" and on the other side 10 Lakh people made a formidable picture. Sahibzada Ajit Singh and Sahibzada Jujhar Singh attained martyrdom and at the same time father bowed his head in gratitude to the almightly.

When it was silence all around, battlefield covered with sorrow and dead bodies, when night fell, Panj Pyaras in mud fort ordered Guruji to leave the fort as his life is still valuable for the Panth. Guruji left the 'Garhi' but not quietly. He was not coward and he did not want anybody to make the mockery of his Khalsa by telling him that his Guru had run away from battlefield.He blew "Narsingha" and challenged the mughal forces thrice and their challenges put mughal forces at loss. They killed their own fellow brothers in utter confusion.

Clothes became rags due to shrubs and bushes in forest and fields. Feet bled due to walking barefoot on hard stones, thorn and thistles Guruji slept on earth in a garden in Macchiwara with his unsheathed sword. Even then meditating upon the name of God, master had a dialogue with the Lord.


"Mitr Pyare Nu Hal Murida Da Kehna"
(tell my beloved lord, plight of his humble follower)

"Tudh Bin Rog Rajjain Da Odan Nag Niwasa De Rehna"
(without you, wearing of quilt is torment, residing in a house is like living among snakes)

"Sool Surahi Khanjjar Pyala Bing Kasaiaan Da Sehna"
(A wine flask is like a spike, a wineglass hurt like a dagger, all this without you like a blow from butcher's knife)

"Yaarre Da Saanu Satthar Changa Bhatth Kheriyan Da Rehna"
(Its much more preferable to sit on a bare ground in mourning with my lord than to live in palaces, which are like furnance without you)


These lines I believe can make every one cry. This is called true love. This is called extraordinary poetry and I believe no poet on earth has written such a true love, faith and sorrow.

"Waheguru ji ka Khalsa
waheguru ji ki Fateh"