Hidden relations...

Some moments develop unique  relation with songs and when the songs are played over a period of time, they give  nostalgic feelings. Those songs are cherished through out our life. when we move ahead in our career and other relationship, we face hardship of life and sometimes the hardest part forces us to retreat to old relaxing days and those songs help us in this endeavour.

But when your favorite  singer ceases to exist, some part of your heart mourn. Even though you are not related to him but still you feel sad and sorry for their demise.

This year I have lost my favorite singers-Jagjit Singh and Kuleep Manak. I grew up listening to their songs and every song reminds me of golden moment. but rest of my life I will try to keep them alive in my memories.

God bless their soul

Silent mind

Its been almost one year since I have written anything new. There could be two reason either my mind has gone blank or some ideas that strike through my mind becomes irrelevant by the time I try to give them blog form. I'm married and with that comes huge responsibities but I'm still living my bachelor life, ignoring the fact that some one is my priority now. When I start my shift, I just burden myself with golden memories I gained back there in India-keep planning my visit to india. India is still the same and fresh in my memories when I left it.I still expect same old time, old friends and old job but  I know everything has changed. Almost everything. I won't find same friends or same circumstances. Everyone will be busy in ones own world. Time passes like camera flash and you only get blurred pictures to cherish. This is the cost I have to pay in lieu of coming abroad. Sent from Yahoo! Mail on Android

Drink and drive

This picture seems funny to me and remind me of some funny captions one can see on either side of indian roads. One caption which is still there in my mind goes like this If married to speed, divorce it. Sent from Yahoo! Mail on Android

welcome abroad!!

I was chatting with my classmate over the facebook chat.We studied together. We were just doing casual chat, asking about our families welfare bla bla things. We were in same company when I was in Chandigarh. He was taking care of Bathinda region and I was responsible for Sales & Marketing in Chandigarh and surrounding areas.

He said one thing which still make me think of all the time." dude you should have stayed there in Chandigarh. Why abroad? "Only those go to abroad who don't have solid education backgroud in India" that was his words. I paused for a moment and started thinking about all those collegues who have been with me here in NZ, to my surprise those were not qualified and worst part they can't even speak proper language. Then again I started typing "no no bro its not like that" but somehow I couldn't convince him and he went on saying. We ended up without any conclusion.

we both were right at some points....

Surjit Pattar

Mein Cheeza da nahi, Lafaza da Jadughar ha

the unsung heroes .....

One article says" Wellington Sikh Society came into being and soon they started celebrating the ANZAC day. They prayed for those Australians and NewZealanders who laid their life in Eygpt during world war 1. I wonder how many of them actually knew that ANZAC day is equally important to The Sikhs as well. 

 ANZAC stands for The Australia & New Zealand Army Corps founded in 1915 in Egypt and operated during "Battle of Gallipoli". The battle was decisive victory for Turks and later resulted in forming a new nation "Republic of Turkey" or "Turkey". During the battle both side received many casualities. 

But  where the Sikhs stand in this battle. well during 1914, Sikh battalion was part of British Army and roughly there were six Sikhs battalion named 14th Sikhs, 15th Sikhs, 35th Sikhs, 36th Sikhs, 45th Sikhs and 47th Sikhs and 14th Sikhs were dispatched to Gallipoli to help 2nd British Fusiliers and where they wrote history with their bravery. The regiment caputered two turkish trench line named J11 & J13. Two photographs of Sikh troops with captured Turkish troops are available at Alexander Turnbull Library. ref: F 77922-1/2 and F 140147-1/2).

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ਚਾਲਦਾ

back to my father's days

My father is very fond of listening to old music. His favourite singer is Muhammad Rafi. I grew up listening to some of the best voices in bollywood industry. All thanks to my father.

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regret....don't regret !!!!!!!!!!!

Once, a group of people were traveling on rocks at night...
A voice came from the sky that whosoever picks up the rocks will regret and whosoever doesn't pick up the rocks will regret...
Now, the people were confused...
How can this be?...
Whether you pick up the rocks or not, you will regret!...
Anyway, some people picked up the rocks and some didn't...
In the morning when they reached their homes, they saw that the rocks turned into diamonds...
Now, those people who didn't pick up the rocks started regretting saying "If only we had picked up some rocks..."
Those people who did pick some rocks also started regretting saying "Why didn't we pick up more rocks?"..
Both sides ended up regretting.

laughing matter

Recently I have done two sketches and It was an incredible experience. Both portraits represent real life and result of my exploration.

I finished one very good novel written by Manmohan Bawa ji. Its called "Yud Nath". Its about Alexander crusade in India and local tribes' resistance against him. Clever mind of Chanakiya and Chander Gupt Moaraya becoming powerful emperor of India.

The way ancient India was explained in the novel is marvelous. so I wanted to sketch face out of my imagination and end result was "Kamauni Guy". Typical "Pahari Face".

Second sketch represents my answer to boredom. I wanted to create  a mad man laughing out of his lungs. I found this guy in my cousin's painting catalogue. His name is Swami Gurdial singh who spent good numbers of year with Rajneesh and taught his followers the secret of good laugh.

Enjoy

Another day in Paradise

Year: 2002
 Month: December
Climate: Extreme Cold & Snow
Location: Malana Village/India


Four guys engaged in argument over the Chaderkhani Pass. Three guys are reluctant to move further and one guy is trying to persuade everyone that everything is fine up there. Ultimately he has to give up coz he is all alone now.


Year: 2011
Month: April
Climate: Moderate cold/sunny during day
Location: Matarangi/New Zealand


Group of guys enjoying their Easter Holidays at beach side Manor. Again same situation and one has to give up.
When this situation arose at beach house, I could easily recall my Malana adventure and at the same time I could  visualize the frustration and disappointed of one guy who was denied his another day of adventure.
Well apart from small nagging problem, I admit that I enjoyed to my fullest. Its once in a lifetime opportunity one can exploit and I wanted to make the most of this time.

It was indeed a royal holidays at beach house. Nice looking manor with 5 bedrooms and king size living room.  A beautiful Tasmanian sea overlooking beach house. At night one could hear rumbling sound of waves and beacon somewhere in deep sea. Back in the manor, everyone was busy in cooking ,chatting & drinking.

cycle ride

I'm back

After such a long time, I,m dying to write something. Lot of things have happened and changed since I left writing my blogs. I am married and busy in my own world. Being married is something different but when you get married to a girl whom you have loved so much is incredible experience. These feelings are not for someone who never ever fall in love  well I consider myself the luckiest person on planet. I have my dream girl and perfect life ahead.

So now on I'll resume writing  and entertain myself again  but in different way :P

happy blogging

Scent of Dust

According to my nature of thinking and behavior, I should write this essay in my own mother tongue but for want of suitable fonts and keyboard, I have no other option but to express my feelings in English. Anyways what I want to say that whatever I write, I should be able to make other understand about special and most beautiful feelings I’m going through these days. Well I’m in India and to be very honest, I’m enjoying here even though nothing is as perfect as Hamilton. Dust, pollution, jammed traffic and top of that restless crowd everywhere ready to devour you.

My city has changed a lot. It seems they don’t like trees and other plants. Concrete structures are being raised and trees are being axed in the name of development. Two years back, drive from Ludhiana to Doraha used to be awesome, courtesy beautiful tress lines on both side of river. Today I went there with my cousins and it was disappointment ride as trees on one side of road were missing. But I was glad to see old place intact which I visited two years back. But I know this place is also vulnerable to humans.

I don’t know what will be the outcome in future but I know one thing, the scent in the air which only a few recognize won’t change. I’ll come every year and that mysterious scent in the air will remain the same and one day it will become memories, just like mesmerizing voice of “path” in faraway place in village or interrupted sound of “Chetak scooter” returning home on one side of river road or beautiful dusky evening in village where time stands still or birds returning home under yellow sunlight or sun playing hide and seek behind “Popler” trees. Nothing will last longer except my feelings.