Monday, December 24, 2007

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

'Nother quickie - I'm back {in several ways, but in this case I'm referring to my lack of bloggie access}. Problem resolved, new post in next couple of days.

Sorry, thank you! More later

p.s. Thanks for the wishes Singhstah Veerji, and anonymouse Veerji, thank you also for the offer and being so considerate, though the problem turned out not to be Blogger related at all!

bhull chuk maaf karna Jeeo

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh!

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

No, I haven't died or run away or forgotten my bloggie or any of you!

Caught a few free minutes and am posting this from school - I can't access this from home, I have no idea what happened, but imagine that! Being denied access to your own bloggie from your own computer! =(

I haven't really had a chance to figure out the problem yet, I've been busy with schoolwork {finals next week !!}, and when I do get a little time online, I forget I'm having trouble with the blog.. yes, I'm stupid =p

So, as soon as I figure out what's going on, I will be back, I will reply to all those thoughtful comments, and yes, b, there's a Poverty II coming up, too =)

Okie dokie, back to work! Take care, all.

bhullchukmaaf
Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh!

p.s. This will be deleted once I return, don't get too attached =p

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Poverty I

11.22.06; 6:38 PM [original post]

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

I've been doing a bit of roaming around Flickr lately, seeing some random things, some crazy things, some beautiful things - and some amazing things, like the picture to the left, taken from Tom Stone's photostream. The following is taken from his website: i photograph people who skirt the edges of things; people whose connection to the broader flow is murky or obscured. mistaken as more, less or different than they are; they aren’t really seen and don’t really belong. that’s everyone sometimes; but some more often. i try to establish a line for a moment. i hope to connect. and i see the most beautiful and the most heartbreaking things.

Looking at his photographs, I agree. Some of the most beautiful and heartbreaking things in the world are captured in his camera and uploaded onto his Flickr account. On the main page of his website, right above his own words that I've quoted here, he's compared to the likes of Dorothea Lange - among others - but that comparison holds significance for me because she's the only name I recognized. I've seen her photographs from the Depression, but this hits closer to home,
why? Because it is closer to home. The people he photographs, he met somewhere 30-45 minutes away from me. People I may have seen and forgotten, people I, too, wanted to capture somehow and show to the world, and say "Look here, you - these people have it so much worse. Still feel like complaining about the cost of gas? Still want to rant about taxes? Still worried about that extra few bucks spent here or there, or the few lost, still think that the most important thing in the world is the stores not carrying your favorite shade of lipstick, or not getting the first PS3 to be released? Still matter to you, huh? Look at them! Look at them and tell me - are your little problems still the most painful and heartwrenching in the world?"

In the moment of silence following this violent outburst of thought, I
look inside myself, past my shyness and unwillingness to cause my fellow human beings to feel objectified, and realize I'm yelling at none other than myself. What is it that sets 'them' apart from 'me'? Money? psh.

But yeah.. maybe, for once.. money is what it's all about.

Here's what Mr. Stone says:


To my thinking, the original human trauma is our separation. We are too close not to need each other; and too far to trust each other. We rely on dubious senses and clever devices to interact; but we are alone in our thoughts. Lonely, insecure and uncertain; we pair, we group, we associate. We try to belong and we seek to exclude. We form bonds by geography, religion, economy and otherwise. But it is all precarious. We come together and we drive apart.

And we climb our ladder. We step away from those who don’t belong and help those who do. We are connected rung by rung – though less and less – as we push and pull. But some do not climb; and below, the earth is littered with them. They fit too poorly. They stand apart. They stand without.

And what of them; these ones who don’t belong
or who are excluded; who don’t fit or don’t try? Is there nothing they value? Is there nothing of them we value? I count it as a measure of our ignorance, the depth of poverty in the world. It’s a glaring marker to how far we have not come. Yet it has also driven our advance; on less fortunate backs and against less fortunate fate.

But is there really no connection there? Does such fate – whether choice or circumstance – speak nothing of us? Tell me we do more than advance in place; with so many left behind. Or promise me we can do better. Say we can reflect ourselves; us and them... That we can see the ways we overlap and distinguish the ways we grow apart. And pledge that we can learn; to fit all of our misshapes; to reward value beyond charity and beyond the marketplace; to be better to each other; to be better ourselves. And promise me it could be a better world. Or tell me we are at our best.

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10.23.07; 9:53 AM

I suppose I could have waited a month and made it a full year, huh? b Bhenji saw this post when I accidentally published it to my blog instead of saving it as a draft. Then I hid it again and ran off to India. Then I came back and ditched my bloggie.


Anyway, back to the main point. Those last two sentences are so striking. Is he really asking all that much from us, the people of the world? I honestly don't think so, but I bet I still won't do much.

Ever since I was a child, I've always gravitated toward the homeless as well as the topic of homelessness. Lots of things have happened between that time and now - I've met different people, encountered different viewpoints on so-called 'charity', and also seen many pictures and read many stories. Only once in my life so far have I walked up to a homeless person and asked him if I could take a picture - and even then only because he was sitting there next to the water with his friend and playing a Harmonica, surrounded by seagulls that seemed to be listening closely. I've never shared that photograph with anyone.

As I mentioned above, I guess to me it's like I'm objectifying them {gah! I'm beginning to hate that word.. 'them'. And 'us'. bleah.}. I feel like I want to photograph panhandlers and homeless people for the wrong reason, but I'm not even sure what the right reason is.

Seeing work like Tom Stone's, though, just makes me want to do something. Maybe that's the right reason. If so, I don't need to jump on a bandwagon. I should let the real people with the good intentions do what they're doing, and in turn support them and do what I can. That's the point here. If we could just take some time out of being so concerned for ourselves and our own satisfaction and happiness and well-being and so forth, if we could just look at others with compassion, if we could worry about the world - and truly worry about the world, not something like "Global warming! What's going to happen to me?" - just for a minute, it would make a difference. Thinking about it, really thinking about the situation, would want to make us do something, wouldn't it? It does me, at least.

So many people are under the misconception that homeless people are homeless by choice. I've heard it so many times before, and I read someone's post in a discussion for my online class just last week, saying something similar to this: "If they would just get a job or stop being lazy, then they wouldn't be homeless anymore".

Is it really that easy? Try getting rid of all your money, all your clothes, all your other material possessions, everything but the clothes on your back, and maybe add a child. Now try to get back to where you were before.

On top of which, about 20-25% of the homeless in America suffer from some sort of debilitating mental 'defect' {according to http://www.nationalhomeless.org/ - it's a really good site to learn more about homelessness, the law concerning the homeless, and how our government and social welfare institutions deny the homeless any kind of treatment or care on a regular basis. Also visit http://www.bringingamericahome.org/}.

How's that for living on the street by choice.

I used to think that when I grew up, I'd take homeless people into my home one by one, get them enrolled in high school or college {whichever it is they need}, help them get a job, some sort of housing, etc. You know, get them started until they can stand on their own two feet. I'd have to be a little rich, but eh.. I guess this is a good reason to want money.

Then, I don't know what happened. All of a sudden I started questioning if this was a good idea. I can already imagine the kind of reaction I'd get from my parents or any Aunty/Uncle if I were to share this idea with anyone 'offline'.

But somethingggggg let's do something! Dooooo somethinggggggg.

Yeah, a kind of stupid end to what started out as a serious, thought-out, and almost well written post {most of the words were his, so I'm allowed to say that =p}. I guess I'm slightly distracted by my loudly grumbling tummy.

Imagine that. I'm worried about my grumbling tummy when so many people have to live with grumbling tummies daily.

Now I'm sad.

bhullchukmaaf
Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

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All of the photographs used in this post were taken from Tom Stone's Flickr photostream with his permission to blog his work. They can be found here among his other work: lord take me away, Beavis, institutionalized.

Mr. Stone can be contacted at: tom[at]tomstonegallery[dot]com

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

A Picture is [supposedly] Worth a Thousand Words

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

I am slowly making my way back onto blogosphere. I haven't been a good blogger for a long time - the past year, really. Looking through my blog yesterday, I saw that I haven't posted more than twice a month over the past year, and most of this was pretty much either rambling or Gurbaani taken from STTM. There's nothing wrong with posting Shabads at all, but I know that for me they're a filler for the blog. I look at my Gurbaani posts with fondness, but I also feel like there's something missing.

Life's been a little crazy for the past few years. I've met people, 'lost' people, changed for the better in some ways and for the worse in others. I've begun college. I've gotten into photography a little more seriously.

Some things, however, are essentially the same. I feel a sad sense of longing for the way things were, and it hurts to think of how things used to be. I've decided that this blog will be my anchor, my support. Through all the change, this will remain as my constant. It will stick by my side through thick and thin as I try to make my way across this ocean - this blog will help to understand my Guru Ji, or that's what I hope.

I'm not sure who I'm talking to, as I'm sure I've lost a lot of readers along the way {out of the small number I had to begin with}. I don't know who still checks back, or what. It doesn't really matter, though. Yeah, it would help if people talk about what I say here, so that I can grow and change instead of remaining exactly the same and not getting anywhere. If that's going to happen, though, it'll happen anyway.

Alright, I think this is enough. I still haven't outgrown my inability to verbalize my thoughts and emotions. So, for the time being, I leave you with some images. I am in no way a good photographer, but I enjoy making a mess in one way or another. So while I haven't been blogging, I've been Flickring =) These can be found on my Flickr photostream with some sort of description or another if you need it.

Also, if you're reading this, and haven't done so already, please read the previous post. It's a true gem...

I can be found at the same place as always - teraroop11[at]gmail[dot]com.

I miss everyone, everything. This used to be where I could come to escape . . . I sincerely hope it can end up that way once again, somehow.

bhull chuk maaf karnaa Jeeo...

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh





Bulaaraa





Lookout





Imbued






My Heaven





He Be Shankin' ;) =)

Monday, August 13, 2007

How

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

This is something I stumbled upon some time back, read, quickly saved as a draft on my blog - and then completely forgot about.

This was Kulpreet Singh's response in a thread on the forums - this beautiful soul more commonly known as "simmal tree" on the net.

Just because I'm stubborn and think that telling any reader what the thread was about will mar the effect of this post, I'm not going to tell you what the thread was about.

=)

Read it nice and slow, don't just skim over it...

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vwihgurU jI kw Kwlsw!
vwihgurU jI kI &iqh!!




Well firstly, I am so uneducated and hypocritical - I do not follow maryada properly

I don't know the first thing about ghiaan or dhiaan or karma

But as far as rehit is concerned in any way .. how is anything practical?

I know this is very off topic for this thread

but people above were talking about how thigns are practical

I don't think it's about practicality ever in Sikhi

I think it's about love

I mean what is Sikhi without love and faith?

We need to learn a lot from the Gursikhs in our history...

How can you drink the water after washing the Guru's feet?
How can you clean the GUru's feet with your hair?
How can you sacrifice your mind by cutting it apart and putting it before the Guru?
How can you go into the battle field and not come out even if you are ripped apart ?
How can you work with your hands while doing simran?
How can you do simran 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year?
How can you see God in everybody?
How can you have no revenge, but always justice?


How could you have so much love for your Guru that whenever you call him he appears before you in the flesh?

How could you have so much love for the GUru that you manage the whole langar yourself and even get mentioned in the Guru GRanth Sahib?

How could you say that there are millions of other poor people like you - with the grace of the Sikhs your kingdom is established?

How could you get up

and allow your Guru to chop off your head with his sword?

How could you pray that your skin is used as the shoes of Gursikhs?

How could you have your scalp cut off but not your hair?
How could you have your body cut piece by piece and continue reciting Gurbani?
How could you be cut on a spinning wheel?
How could you be sawed in half?

How could you travel all around the world to preach Sikhi by foot?

If your father gave you money to invest, how could you spend it on setting up a langar for poor people?

If you had been held in a concentration camp and starved for many days, how could you tolerate your children being killed and their dead bodies being strung around your neck?

How could you sit in a boiling pot, then a hot stove, then have sand poured on your wounds?

How could you walk and fight oppressors while your head is cut off and in your palm?
How could you stay underwater for three days meeting with God?
How could you stop a falling rock with your hand?
How could a falling boulder melt into the shape of your body and not hurt you?
How could bitter nuts become sweet by the touch of your hand?
How could an ignorant deaf and mute man become a scholar of the Geeta by your touch?
How could countless sick people get cured by your touch?

If you realized that you had gone against hukam by bringing your dead friend back to life, how could you sacrifice your own life and die right there on the spot?

How could you throw yourself into a fire if the Guru promised you liberation for doing it?
How could you lead 40 men back to their Guru in the battlefield?

If 40 of your Sikhs deserted you and rejected you as their Guru, how could you manage to forgive them and give them liberation?

How could you become the Guru's own bodyguard?

If the people of another religion needed your father to sacrifice his life, how could you encourage him to do this at the tender age of 9?

How could you watch your Sikhs be

ing killed in many ways and then give your own life instead of accepting Islam and putting other religious groups at risk?

How could you be only 7 years old and reign the universe as the Guru of the Sikhs?

How could you be so wise at such a young age that the Guru himself calls you "Baba Buddha" ?

How could you fight alongside your brothers in countless battles despite the negative stereotypes of women being weak?

How could you be bricked alive as a young child?
How could you cut the heads off five people and bring them back to life?
How could you, being the Guru, accept five Khalsas as your Guru?

How could you tolerate losing all your family and kingdom, be forced to live in a jungle alone for some weeks, and still sing prayers that you can't live without God?
How could you walk everyday at 1 in the morning to get bathwater for your Guru while being over 70 years of age?

If the leg of your Guru's bathtub broke and only a sharp nail remained, how could you put your hand there and let it be crushed into the nail rather than allow the bathtub to fall over?

If your Guru commanded you to eat the dead body under a white sheet, how could you accept the command and ask which side to start on?

How could you, being the Guru, tell a Sikh that your beard was made to clean his feet?
How could you hold up the ship of your Sikh on your shoulder while sitting in a hut meditating?

If the whole town was taken over by imposters and fake-Gurus, how could you recognize the real Guru?

How could you eat the leftover nuts from the manure of the horses in the Guru's fort rather than let it go to waste?

How could you, despite being accused of being an elitist Brahmin, eat the left-overs of the sangat's langar rather than let it go to waste?

How could you manage to have your own son's beating heart thrust into your mouth?

How could you inspire your son-in-law to become Maharaja of Punjab, and then fight alongside

him in many battles against oppressors?

If you were the Maharaja of Punjab and made mistakes against Sikhi, how could you tolerate being publically whipped at the Akal Takhat?

How could you have the spiritual faith and strength to stop the fastest flowing river in India in order to pass your army from one side to the other side?

If you were a Singh warrior, how could battle with countless oppressive armies, raid and loot villages, and have to rescue many young girls and women, but never once have a bad thought about them?

How could you fight to the death against thousands of attackers with one sword?
How could you live 40 days on a hunger strike rather than break your sarblohee bibek?
How could you spend almost 8 years in solitary confinement in a small dark room?

How could you put yourself on the edge of a well while doing simran so that if you fall asleep, you will die?

How could you start orphanages and treatment camps open to thousands of people regardless of their religion or background?

How could you work endlessly to protect the environment and the rights of animals in your society?

How could you do one akhand paat every week, every year for several years of your life?

How could you defend the Harimandir Sahib against tanks, helicopters and highly trained commandos with just a group of Singhs?
How could you get tens of thousands of people to take amrit in the span of a few months?

How could you strap a bomb to your body and sacrifice your own life to bring justice to the corrupt chief minister of Punjab?

How could you sacrifice your own life to bring justice to the corrupt Prime Minister of India?

How could you spend years and years in Punjab jails being tortured?

How could you fight endlessly for human rights despite the risks to your life?
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and still have pyaar, still have faith, still d

o simran, still love Guru jee?


and Still sing "thera keeaa meethaa laagai"
How could you?

Is it impractical?


These were real Sikhs - each and every line above. And that is just a FRACTION OF THEM ALL.

How could they do those things for their Guru and still stay in Chardee Kalaa?

I could never. I can't imagine. I could never imagine. I have no courage. No love. No faith.

I take this history for granted every day. I'm over dramatic, unappreciative, irresponsible and fraudulent ... I could never do these things.

These are the Khalsa above - this is what real faith is.

We are the children of a inexplicably magnificent legacy.

This is pyaar, this is Sikhi. May Guru jee bless us with the dust of their feet.

anyway i am sorry for being off-topic
i talk too much
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bhul chuk maaf karnaa

vwihgurU jI kw Kwlsw!
vwihgurU jI kI &iqh!!

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Ignore that last bit =))

bhullchukmaaf
Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh!

Friday, June 08, 2007

Going Away for a while..

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

To anyone who reads this blog, there won't be any updates for some time. I'm going to be away from internet activities for a while, just warning you, before people go crazy with the emails like last time =)

No worries, life is great - just going to be busy for a while, and can't have any distractions.

It's also extremely likely I won't read any comments on this post..

Take care everyone.. lots of love to b Bhenji =) And thank you for making me feel heard - I hope you're all still here somewhere when I get back =)

-silly teraroopie

bhullchukmaaf
Waaahhheguru Ji Ka Khalsaaa Waahheguru Ji Ki Fatehh !!

Sunday, May 06, 2007

"Sikh Women's Day"

I find it disturbing that we have to set aside a special day to celebrate Sikh women.

=|

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Read a Random Shabad

This Shabad is by Guru Raam Daas Ji in Raag Gauree on Ang 306

ਮਃ 4 ॥
ma 4
Fourth Mehla:

ਸਾਹਿਬੁ ਜਿਸ ਕਾ ਨੰਗਾ ਭੁਖਾ ਹੋਵੈ ਤਿਸ ਦਾ ਨਫਰੁ ਕਿਥਹੁ ਰਜਿ ਖਾਏ ॥
saahib jis kaa na(n)gaa bhukhaa hovai this dhaa nafar kithhahu raj khaaeae
One who has a poor beggar for a master - how can he be well-fed?

ਜਿ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਕੈ ਘਰਿ ਵਥੁ ਹੋਵੈ ਸੁ ਨਫਰੈ ਹਥਿ ਆਵੈ ਅਣਹੋਦੀ ਕਿਥਹੁ ਪਾਏ ॥
j saahib kai ghar vathh hovai s nafarai hathh aavai anehodhee kithhahu paaeae
If there is something in his master's house, he can get it; but how can he get what is not there?

ਜਿਸ ਦੀ ਸੇਵਾ ਕੀਤੀ ਫਿਰਿ ਲੇਖਾ ਮੰਗੀਐ ਸਾ ਸੇਵਾ ਅਉਖੀ ਹੋਈ ॥
jis dhee saevaa keethee fir laekhaa ma(n)geeai saa saevaa aoukhee hoee
Serving him, who will be called to answer for his account? That service is painful and useless.

ਨਾਨਕ ਸੇਵਾ ਕਰਹੁ ਹਰਿ ਗੁਰ ਸਫਲ ਦਰਸਨ ਕੀ ਫਿਰਿ ਲੇਖਾ ਮੰਗੈ ਨ ਕੋਈ ॥2॥
naanak saevaa karahu har gur safal dharasan kee fir laekhaa ma(n)gai n koee 2
O Nanak, serve the Guru, the Lord Incarnate; the Blessed Vision of His Darshan is profitable, and in the end, you shall not be called to account. 2

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Guru Ji Bless Angad Singh Sawhney

and Ishfaq Moinuddin.

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

Taken from a note written by a relative {I believe it's his brother, not sure} on Facebook:

"Tuesday night's tragic accident has shaken us all to our core, as we’ve lost a great son, brother, cousin, nephew, and friend.

Now, is a time for mourning; a time to let out all the emotions that are being created at our core – the disbelief, the tears, the heart-drops, and the confusion.
In essence, these emotions are a testament to the Angad’s greatness and his ability to make a difference in each of our lives.

Angad was an individual who, no matter what the situation, brought joy and laughter wherever he went. And yes, he has left us today, but the mark he has made on our inner-being, at our core, will never go away. This mark will continue to illicit joy and laughter in our lives, and through this joy and laughter Angad will live on.

We all have our individual memories with him, but more significantly we share many collective memories. It is from these collective memories that we can all start the healing process at a community level. In these past 8 hours I have experienced the power of our community, namely, the ability to reminisce about those collective memories that we all share. I’ve talked to several of you on the phone and on-line. We all share similar emotions and are there to comfort each other. We are a community of friends that will help each other overcome this tragedy and we will do our best to help his family get through this horrible time.

In the end though, we will heal the way Angad would have wanted us to heal. We will continue to come together, we will once again share laughs, and we will once again be joyous. And as usual, Angad himself will be responsible for this healing - through the mark that he has left on our hearts. The joy and laughter that Angad brought into a room is now left solely in our hearts. In some regards, though, it is closer to us now. We will use the gifts he has given to us to heal, and we will laugh soon enough.

For now though, let us continue to mourn together and share precious memories with each other."

A news article about the car crash in which Angad Singh and fellow student at Babson College, Ishfaq Moinuddin, were killed can be found here. It reads as follows:

"Two Babson College students were killed late Tuesday when their car went off the road and burst into flames near the college in Wellesley.The accident happened around 11:30 p.m. Tuesday on Forest Street, less than one mile from the Babson campus.NewsCenter 5's Gail Huff reported that a group of students were traveling down Forest Street in two different cars. Neighbors said the vehicles were traveling at a high rate of speed. The driver of one car, a Porsche, lost control and smashed into a tree. They were unable to escape.

The victims were identified as driver Ishfaq Moinuddin, 20, of Dhaka, Bangladesh, and passenger Angad Sawhney, 19, of Mahwah, N.J."When the officers arrived, the car was fully involved in flames," Wellesley Police Sgt. Marie Cleary said. "There are two fatalities. We can say that speed was probably a factor. Other than that, it will be under investigation."The speed limit in the residential neighborhood is 30 mph.Students told NewsCenter 5 that both victims were sophomores at the school. Many of them rushed to the scene to see what happened and others gathered at the campus chapel."We don't have fatal motor vehicle accidents very often," Cleary said.Babson canceled morning classes on Wednesday, and a campus-wide gathering was scheduled for 1 p.m. in the Glavin Family Chapel."

There is also a video on that page - news coverage of the accident.

May Guru Ji bless the souls of the two students, and their family and friends with the strength to retain their faith through this occurence.

I did not know Angad Singh Sawhney, but have heard his name before through friends who knew him. I didn't know anything at all about him, but I recognized his name when I was looking at something and realized that he had died - my heart goes out to his friends {some of which are mine} and family, as well as the family and friends of Ishfaq Moinuddin. I know it hurts, but I pray that Waheguru Ji keeps your faith strong _/\_

I apologize for my bias.. I only realized halfway through putting this post together that I had completely forgotten about the 'other student' as my mind automatically categorized Ishfaq Moinuddin.. I will continue to look for information about him, such as a tribute or write up similar to the one above about Angad Singh.

Waheguru Waheguru Waheguru Waheguru

bhull chuk maaf karnaa Ji
Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

edit---

Alright, found some stuff.. here's a group on Facebook created in memory of both of the students:

Here's one created in memory of Ishfaq Moinuddin:

And there's also a listing of events in memory of Angad Singh for anyone interested:

There's also another touching write-up about Angad Singh by one of his friends here - take the time to read it. Beautiful.

It's times like this I wish I had more blog visitors.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Vaisakhi Mubaarak Ho =)

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

I hope you all have a wonderful, wonderful Vaisakhi - may the blessed gift of Amrit flow continuously through our souls.


Gateway to Heaven, originally uploaded by TeraRoop11.

This is the main entrance gate to Takhat Sri Kesgarh Sahib, please click the link right below the picture to see its page on Flickr - that'll link you to a great shot of Sri Kesgarh Sahib as well as some description/explanation by Solarider Veerji.

As beautiful a day as this was, and continues to be, the start of something beautiful back in 1699 was marred by a tragedy in 1978 - which many, including myself, tend to forget. This year I was grinning ear-to-ear due to thoughts of Vaisakhi. While searching for something, I saw a picture of Bhai Fauja Singh Ji, and all of a sudden I remember the martyrdom of three Gursikhs on Vaisakhi of that year.

Please check this out for some information about Bhai Fauja Singh Ji and the massacre.

Waheguru Waheguru Waheguru Ji

bhullchukmaaf
Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh!!

Edit---04/21/07
All comments on the previous post have been replied to - I'm really sorry for the delay _/\_

Monday, March 19, 2007

This Shabad is by Guru Angad Dev Ji in Raag Raamkalee on Pannaa 954

mÚ 2 ]
ma 2 ||
Second Mehla:

so ikau AMDw AwKIAY ij hukmhu AMDw hoie ]
so kio a(n)dhhaa aakheeai j hukamahu a(n)dhhaa hoe ||
How can someone be called blind, if he was made blind by the Lord's Command?

nwnk hukmu n buJeI AMDw khIAY soie ]3]
naanak hukam n bujhee a(n)dhhaa keheeai soe ||3||
O Nanak, one who does not understand the Hukam of the Lord's Command should be called blind. ||3||
Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

This Shabad is by Guru Amar Daas Ji in Raag Bilaaval on Ang 849

ਪਉੜੀ ॥

pourree ||
Pauree:

ਤੂ ਹਰਿ ਪ੍ਰਭੁ ਆਪਿ ਅਗੰਮੁ ਹੈ ਸਭਿ ਤੁਧੁ ਉਪਾਇਆ ॥
thoo har prabh aap aga(n)m hai sabh thudhh oupaaeiaa ||
O Lord God, You Yourself are inaccessible; You formed everything.

ਤੂ ਆਪੇ ਆਪਿ ਵਰਤਦਾ ਸਭੁ ਜਗਤੁ ਸਬਾਇਆ ॥

thoo aapae aap varathadhaa sabh jagath sabaaeiaa ||
You Yourself are totally permeating and pervading the entire universe.

ਤੁਧੁ ਆਪੇ ਤਾੜੀ ਲਾਈਐ ਆਪੇ ਗੁਣ ਗਾਇਆ ॥
thudhh aapae thaarree laaeeai aapae gun gaaeiaa ||
You Yourself are absorbed in the state of deep meditation; You Yourself sing Your Glorious Praises.

ਹਰਿ ਧਿਆਵਹੁ ਭਗਤਹੁ ਦਿਨਸੁ ਰਾਤਿ ਅੰਤਿ ਲਏ ਛਡਾਇਆ ॥
har dhhiaavahu bhagathahu dhinas raath a(n)th leae shhaddaaeiaa ||
Meditate on the Lord, O devotees, day and night; He shall deliver you in the end.

ਹਰਿ ਧਿਆਵਹੁ ਭਗਤਹੁ ਦਿਨਸੁ ਰਾਤਿ ਅੰਤਿ ਲਏ ਛਡਾਇਆ ॥

jin saeviaa thin sukh paaeiaa har naam samaaeiaa ||1||
Those who serve the Lord, find peace; they are absorbed in the Name of the Lord. ||1||

bhullchukmaaf
Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

Friday, March 09, 2007

This Shabad is by Guru Amar Daas Ji in Raag Soohee on Ang 787

ਮਃ 3 ॥
ma 3
Third Mehla:

ਕੰਤਾ ਨਾਲਿ ਮਹੇਲੀਆ ਸੇਤੀ ਅਗਿ ਜਲਾਹਿ ॥
ka(n)thaa naal mehaeleeaa saethee ag jalaahi
The widows burn themselves in the fire, along with their husbands' corpses.

ਜੇ ਜਾਣਹਿ ਪਿਰੁ ਆਪਣਾ ਤਾ ਤਨਿ ਦੁਖ ਸਹਾਹਿ ॥
jae jaanehi pir aapanaa thaa than dhukh sehaahi
If they truly knew their husbands, then they suffer terrible bodily pain.

ਨਾਨਕ ਕੰਤ ਨ ਜਾਣਨੀ ਸੇ ਕਿਉ ਅਗਿ ਜਲਾਹਿ ॥
naanak ka(n)th n jaananee sae kio ag jalaahi
O Nanak, if they did not truly know their husbands, why should they burn themselves in the fire?

ਭਾਵੈ ਜੀਵਉ ਕੈ ਮਰਉ ਦੂਰਹੁ ਹੀ ਭਜਿ ਜਾਹਿ ॥3॥
bhaavai jeevo kai maro dhoorahu hee bhaj jaahi 3
Whether their husbands are alive or dead, those wives remain far away from them. 3

Thursday, March 08, 2007

=)

This Shabad is by Guru Tegh Bahaadur Ji in Salok Mehl 9 on Ang 1429

ਬਲੲਾ ਹੋਆ ਬੰਧਨ ਛੁਟੇ ਸਭੁ ਕਿਛੁ ਹੋਤ ਉਪਾਇ ॥
bal hoaa ba(n)dhhan shhuttae sabh kishh hoth oupaae
My strength has been restored, and my bonds have been broken; now, I can do everything.

ਨਾਨਕ ਸਭੁ ਕਿਛੁ ਤੁਮਰੈ ਹਾਥ ਮੈ ਤੁਮ ਹੀ ਹੋਤ ਸਹਾਇ ॥54॥
naanak sabh kishh thumarai haathh mai thum hee hoth sehaae 54
Nanak: everything is in Your hands, Lord; You are my Helper and Support. 54

from comp sci again.. Waheguru Ji.. Waheguru Waheguru Waheguru Ji

it's for me =)

Monday, February 12, 2007

In Comp Sci

This Shabad is by Guru Arjan Dev Ji in Raag Saarang on Ang 1220

ਸਾਰਗ ਮਹਲਾ 5 ॥
saarag mehalaa 5
Saarang, Fifth Mehla:

ਬੈਕੁੰਠ ਗੋਬਿੰਦ ਚਰਨ ਨਿਤ ਧਿਆਉ ॥
baiku(n)t(h) gobi(n)dh charan nith dhhiaao
To meditate on the Lotus Feet of the Lord of the Universe is heaven for me.

ਮੁਕਤਿ ਪਦਾਰਥੁ ਸਾਧੂ ਸੰਗਤਿ ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿਤੁ ਹਰਿ ਕਾ ਨਾਉ ॥1॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
mukath padhaarathh saadhhoo sa(n)gath a(n)mrith har kaa naao 1 rehaao
In the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy, is the treasure of liberation and the Lord's Ambrosial Name. 1Pause

ਊਤਮ ਕਥਾ ਸੁਣੀਜੈ ਸ੍ਰਵਣੀ ਮਇਆ ਕਰਹੁ ਭਗਵਾਨ ॥
ootham kathhaa suneejai sravanee maeiaa karahu bhagavaan
O Lord God, please be kind to me, that I may hear with my ears Your Sublime and Exalted Sermon.

ਆਵਤ ਜਾਤ ਦੋਊ ਪਖ ਪੂਰਨ ਪਾਈਐ ਸੁਖ ਬਿਸ੍ਰਾਮ ॥1॥
aavath jaath dhooo pakh pooran paaeeai sukh bisraam 1
My cycle of coming and going is finally completed, and I have attained peace and tranquility. 1

ਸੋਧਤ ਸੋਧਤ ਤਤੁ ਬੀਚਾਰਿਓ ਭਗਤਿ ਸਰੇਸਟ ਪੂਰੀ ॥
sodhhath sodhhath thath beechaariou bhagath saraesatt pooree
Searching and searching, I have realized the essence of reality: devotional worship is the most sublime fulfillment.

ਕਹੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਇਕ ਰਾਮ ਨਾਮ ਬਿਨੁ ਅਵਰ ਸਗਲ ਬਿਧਿ ਊਰੀ ॥2॥62॥85॥
kahu naanak eik raam naam bin avar sagal bidhh ooree 26285
Says Nanak, without the Name of the One Lord, all other ways are imperfect. 26285

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

The reflection of a soul trapped underneath shattered mistakes. We can see through the cracks of our self-imposed emotional prison, yet we can’t reach out for life.

Sonia Vargas,
My So-Called Digital Life, p94

bhullchukmaaf
Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Note to Self

TeraRoopie, next time you're going to watch a documentary you know is going to make you cry, don't wear contacts.

'night all.

{morning to you over-the-ponders}

p.s. i'm replying to comments right now - soz bout tht {haha that's funny =)}

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Gupt Sevaa


Charan Dhoor, originally uploaded by TeraRoop11.

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh!

Bajurg doing Sevaa of sweeping at Tarn Taran Sahib.

One of too many pictures from TeraRoop's trip to India in December of 2006.

bhullchukmaaf karnaa Ji
Waahhheguru Ji Ka Khalsaaa Waheguru Ji Ki Fatehh

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Rohan Karer

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

There is a little eighteen-month-old boy by the name of Rohan Karer who has X-Linked Hyper IgM (PDF).

I wish I had known earlier about the bone marrow drive that took place at Guruduara Sahib Fremont and Guruduara Sahib San Jose on the 14th of this month, but I didn't. It's still not too late, though.

The only cure to X-Linked Hyper IgM is a permanent bone marrow transplant. The family has set up a site, where you can read up on Rohan and what's going on. He also has his own blog {much like TK the Fly Baby}, and it's really quite cute and loaded with pictures of him.

This is my humble request to anyone passing by - please have a look at the site and try your best to become a bone marrow donor. This doesn't hurt you much in any way, and it could save a young child's life. Think of how great it would feel if you were a match, and could allow this little boy to live out a full life! Although the drive is over, you can still become a donor!

Please..

I just wish I was eighteen already.

bhullchukmaaf
Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh
gauVI mwlw mhlw 5 ]
gourree maalaa mehalaa 5 ||
Gauree Maalaa, Fifth Mehla:

Bwvnu iqAwigE rI iqAwigE ]
bhaavan thiaagiou ree thiaagiou ||
I have renounced my desires; I have renounced them.

iqAwigE mY gur imil iqAwigE ]
thiaagiou mai gur mil thiaagiou ||
I have renounced them; meeting the Guru, I have renounced them.

srb suK Awnµd mMgl rs mwin goibMdY AwigE ]1] rhwau ]
sarab sukh aana(n)dh ma(n)gal ras maan gobi(n)dhai aagiou ||1|| rehaao ||
All peace, joy, happiness and pleasures have come since I surrendered to the Will of the Lord of the Universe. ||1||Pause||

mwnu AiBmwnu doaU smwny msqku fwir gur pwigE ]
maan abhimaan dhooo samaanae masathak ddaar gur paagiou ||
Honor and dishonor are the same to me; I have placed my forehead upon the Guru's Feet.

sMpq hrKu n Awpq dUKw rMgu TwkurY lwigE ]1]
sa(n)path harakh n aapath dhookhaa ra(n)g t(h)aakurai laagiou ||1||
Wealth does not excite me, and misfortune does not disturb me; I have embraced love for my Lord and Master. ||1||

bws bwsrI eykY suAwmI auidAwn idRstwigE ]
baas baasaree eaekai suaamee oudhiaan dhrisattaagiou ||
The One Lord and Master dwells in the home; He is seen in the wilderness as well.

inrBau Bey sMq BRmu fwirE pUrn srbwigE ]2]
nirabho bheae sa(n)th bhram ddaariou pooran sarabaagiou ||2||
I have become fearless; the Saint has removed my doubts. The All-knowing Lord is pervading everywhere. ||2||

jo ikCu krqY kwrxu kIno min buro n lwigE ]
jo kishh karathai kaaran keeno man buro n laagiou ||
Whatever the Creator does, my mind is not troubled.

swDsMgiq prswid sMqn kY soieE mnu jwigE ]3]
saadhhasa(n)gath parasaadh sa(n)than kai soeiou man jaagiou ||3||
By the Grace of the Saints and the Company of the Holy, my sleeping mind has been awakened. ||3||

jn nwnk EiV quhwrI pirE AwieE srxwigE ]
jan naanak ourr thuhaaree pariou aaeiou saranaagiou ||
Servant Nanak seeks Your Support; he has come to Your Sanctuary.

nwm rMg shj rs mwxy iPir dUKu n lwigE ]4]2]160]
naam ra(n)g sehaj ras maanae fir dhookh n laagiou ||4||2||160||
In the Love of the Naam, the Name of the Lord, he enjoys intuitive peace; pain no longer touches him.||4||2||160|

Originally posted saved as draft on
11/21/06.

bhullchukmaaf
Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

Sunday, January 14, 2007

phor jur inpho

umm.. duno why i'm bothering, but just wanted to point something out

There're some links in the sidebar under the title of '<33.'

This is by no means an attempt at a massive list of links to every single Sikh blogger/resource or anything else like that, but things that REALLY stood out to me. That hit home. Hard. Or they're up by request =p or because I personally know the blogger/site owner and am advertising the blog/site haha

anywayy.. I guess I might explain them a bit {maybe one or two of whoever's left on blogosphere will have figured out by now that I just want to blog SOMETHING and don't want to do any serious thinking or composing}

'Dhan Dhan Sri Guru Ramdas Ji Maharaj' is split into two separate links, both leading the clicker to some form of my favoritest Shabad I've ever heard to date. That Shabad has its own history with me and I was just about to say 'I'll blog about it sometime' - I really think I should stop doing that. Anyway, the 'Dhan Dhan' will take you to the SikhNet Audio HukamNaama Sevaa page, while the rest will take you to SikhiToTheMax - read/listen to this Shabad! It's amazing! Amazing !!

Link No. 3, titled 'Dhan Guru Pyaarae' will take you to SikhLionz Veerji's beautiful bloggie which I fell head over heels in love with because it's all Gurbaani Gurbaani Gurbaani Gurbaani Gurbaani and Waheguru Jeeeeee =)). Visit it.. just visit it and read the new post every time you visit, okay? It's good for you =)

Numero Cuatro: 'Prem, Dedication' is the Sikh Sakhian subforum on SikhSangat.com. It's really an amazing Sevaa done by none other than our beautiful brain who's identity I will not reveal any further than it already has been because I know he wouldn't like it. Beautiful act by a beautiful soul. You will nothing but benefit from visiting that link.. it's one of those treasured resources of collective information of ours.

Panj; Upon request, a link to Keertan.org has been added to le blog - this site is kind of hidden, apparently, even I didn't know about it until quite recently. It's quite the Khajana for the ears and soul, however, so do check it out when you have some time, not completely worn out eardrums, and storage space on your hard drive to spare =)

#6 - Textbook Lemon is what my idiot brain came out with and I don't think I'll explain it because then I'll look like an even bigger idiot and though normally I'd be all for showing my true colors to the Sangat who for some reason thinks I'm a nice, intelligent, religious child {BAHAHHAHAHHAAH}, I think I'll refrain from waving this crazy flag so as to prevent further difficulty in mum finding me a suitable husband who's family is ignorant of my certifiable insanity and overactive imagination and thinks I'm suitable too {boyy is it fun to ramble =) although I can't quite pull it off with the humorous flair of ss Veerji, or intelligent inquisitiveness of Satvinder Bhenji, I do quite enjoy the process if not the messy end result =)}.

Anyhoo, it's something I just stumbled upon today and although I only got a chance to skim one of the actual posts, the about page sparked my interest, and until I return for a second glance, the link remains - and may even remain afterward =). Although I'm not one of the hard-core people the blog author seems to be wary of, TR's walls do take a bit of effort to tear down. Check it out, it really does seem cool.. textbook lemon hehehe

ah, Number Seven - the number is an interesting coincidence. Anyone passing by on the day of the release of the destination of said link will have been directed towards it, but now we have a constant reminder, yay =)

There, I think that's enough to distract my attention from the previous, depressing post - which I shouldn't have posted but refuse to take down.

former 'Faujan', over n' out.

bhull chuk maaf karn di Kripaaltha karnaa Pithaa Jee
Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

p.s. b Bhenji.. your aloo of california doesn't know who you are either, hah! but he won't tell me even if he does figure out, he says. You're all over the place, aren't you? Caught a comment from you on Textbook Lemon today =)
what have you done..?

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

The phone rings, and the very last thing you expect to hear is news of someone's accident or death.

When my brother picked up the phone and immediately appeared serious, I had no clue what to do...any phone call that gets such a reaction out of him is scary.

He hung up and turned to an expectant me, one who had already been feeling the need to cry for a few hours, not knowing why. He said it was Tarun Veerji and that Dulla Ji was in an accident.

I froze. What do I do? I thought immediately of a few people to call and inform, then I was sure they already knew. My next reaction was to jump up and run inside, get on Waheguroo forums and Sikh Sangat.. oh Waheguru Ji..

What do I do? Why did hearing this news break my heart? I'm so confused.

And I couldn't help but be astonished that people are resorting to reprimands about MSN language on DS..

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Monday, January 08, 2007

hehehehehe

=DD

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh




Go. Now. Don't waste any more time.

It's here.

=)p
bhullchukmaaf
Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

Monday, January 01, 2007

The Start of Another Year

of a life given to us by Akaal Purakh to reach Him.

What Guru Ji said to us today:

ਬਿਲਾਵਲੁ ਮਹਲਾ 5 ॥
ਪਿੰਗੁਲ ਪਰਬਤ ਪਾਰਿ ਪਰੇ ਖਲ ਚਤੁਰ ਬਕੀਤਾ ॥ ਅੰਧੁਲੇ ਤ੍ਰਿਭਵਣ ਸੂਝਿਆ ਗੁਰ ਭੇਟਿ ਪੁਨੀਤਾ ॥1॥
ਮਹਿਮਾ ਸਾਧੂ ਸੰਗ ਕੀ ਸੁਨਹੁ ਮੇਰੇ ਮੀਤਾ ॥ ਮੈਲੁ ਖੋਈ ਕੋਟਿ ਅਘ ਹਰੇ ਨਿਰਮਲ ਭਏ ਚੀਤਾ ॥1॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
ਐਸੀ ਭਗਤਿ ਗੋਵਿੰਦ ਕੀ ਕੀਟਿ ਹਸਤੀ ਜੀਤਾ ॥ ਜੋ ਜੋ ਕੀਨੋ ਆਪਨੋ ਤਿਸੁ ਅਭੈ ਦਾਨੁ ਦੀਤਾ ॥2॥
ਸਿੰਘੁ ਬਿਲਾਈ ਹੋਇ ਗਇਓ ਤ੍ਰਿਣੁ ਮੇਰੁ ਦਿਖੀਤਾ ॥ ਸ੍ਰਮੁ ਕਰਤੇ ਦਮ ਆਢ ਕਉ ਤੇ ਗਨੀ ਧਨੀਤਾ ॥3॥
ਕਵਨ ਵਡਾਈ ਕਹਿ ਸਕਉ ਬੇਅੰਤ ਗੁਨੀਤਾ ॥ ਕਰਿ ਕਿਰਪਾ ਮੋਹਿ ਨਾਮੁ ਦੇਹੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਦਰ ਸਰੀਤਾ ॥4॥7॥37॥

The cripple crosses over the mountain, the fool becomes a wise man, and the blind man sees the three worlds, by meeting with the True Guru and being purified. ||1||
This is the Glory of the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy - listen, O my friends: filth is washed away, millions of sins are dispelled, and the consciousness becomes immaculate and pure. ||1||Pause||
Such is the devotional worship of the Lord of the Universe, that the ant can overpower the elephant. Whoever the Lord makes His own, is blessed with the gift of fearlessness. ||2||
The lion becomes a cat, and the mountain looks like a blade of grass. Those who worked for half a shell, will be judged very wealthy. ||3||
What glorious greatness of Yours can I describe, O Lord of infinite excellences?Please bless me with Your Mercy, and grant me Your Name; O Nanak, I am lost without the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan. ||4||7||37||

Guru Ji.. thank You so much. haha that's not even something that needs to be said..

You've shown me, that I was never on the wrong path - I was on the right path all along. This path you've placed me on, nudged me to start walking forward upon, this path that sometimes I've sat and taken much too a long a break on, this path that at some times became so rocky and so thorny that I just sat down on the side of the road and refused to walk on until You showed Yourself to me and inspired in me again the desire to reach my Goal, this path.. that, no, I haven't tread, this path you've been carrying me on all along..

It has so many twists and turns that it becomes extremely difficult, if not impossible, to keep sight of the end of it, of our final destination. And even though we are not walking ourselves, and instead, You are carrying us - we become tired. Tired of waiting, and of the dull, bleak scenery on either side. We lose faith that we will ever reach the end of this path, and become weary when we have no reason to.

And with only Your blessing, this murakh, this maha paapi, this vaddi ton vaddi manmukh has locked eyes so firmly upon the end of this path, the beautiful destination, that oh Guru Ji, oh Waheguru Ji, with your sweet blessing, she will never lose faith again.

Now this murakh knows.. no matter how many twists and turns, no matter how many rocks and thorns, no matter if there are ditches or rivers to ford.. the end of this path can be reached at any time.. the end is there.. with such beauty awaiting me..

oh Waheguru Ji.. if ever before I said I was in love, I lied.. and it may be that again someday, a week from now, eleven months, twenty seven years from now.. I will again feel this way, but no love before this love could have been pure or true or real, because only now have I met the One who loves me most.. and I'll never love anyone more than You Waheguru Ji.. I'll never love anyone more than You.

to thank You would be blasphemy.. to think there is enough in me worthy of You is sin..

i love You

You who are everything to me.. I don't know when I'll fully realize this.. but now I'll never forget

i love You

to lose faith is more wrong than anything else, because what have i to do, Lord? You are doing everything for me...

oh pyaarae preetham.. i love you, i love you, i love you...