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WJKK WJKF How disgusting, I hope this <banned word filter activated> goes to jail, his beadbi is so wrong on so many levels! I wonder what Shiri Guru Gobind Singhs punishment would of been to this American gangster wannabe? WJKK WJKF

This is a story I have been working on. Please criticise it as you see fit. Warriors of Chandi. Despite his aching bones, the old warrior urged his mount on faster. The hunt had begun days back and evolved into a tedious pursuit. The quarry was in his sights, and he was not about to forfeit the honour it would bring him. For a long time now, he had been mounted. His back moaned in protest whilst his hips begged for relief. But relief there would be not! No man worth his salt would surrender now. Not when the mighty buck, prince of the woods was slowly wearying of protest. As if reading his thoughts, the aristocratic bovine halted. Turning around it took the measure of its foe. The old man too halted, his horse whinnying in protest. With a quick kick he silenced it, not wishing to disturb the now wearied prince. Slowly circling each other, prey and predator, the man and beast considered their options. Would the thrust of cold metal triumph, or would the antlers of the buck grown over months rend the hunter limb to limb? Than as if fate had tired of the debacle playing amongst Mother Nature, a sudden flight of a sparrow amidst the trees startled both. Grasping the moment both the monarch and the peasant flew towards each other. Their speed aided by the intensity of the moment, blood rushing in the ears of both and then with a mighty leap both were at each other. The young hunters, resting in their saddles, were startled awake by a mighty roar. Looking about they heard the whimpers of a beast in the throes of death. Smiling they turned back towards the village. Nihal Singh followed suite. The old Nihung was tired in both spirit and limb. His steed too protested the ardent weight of the buck upon its back, but one kick from its master sufficed to silence it. The mount enjoyed a precarious relationship with its master. In its younger days, when the dew had still tasted fresh, it had carried him into battle. Butting other steeds it had shamed many into submission, but the ways of the two-legged ones stumped it. Rather than shaming the opponent by butting it, or even kicking it, they resorted to steel. And blood had flown as a result. Its first taste of carnage had not been long in coming, perplexed it had later sought out its mates and questioned them over the ways of the two-leggeds. They had only whinnied their perplexity and went back to chewing their grass. The horse was truly getting tedious. It whinnied its protests rendering him deaf. Nihal Singh persevered on however. The hunt was over, but its fruit had to be brought to the camp before nightfall. Otherwise the youngsters would again be given a diet of Sukha. He smiled at the memory. It only made the drinker hungry, and the children had cried their protests the first time. They had soon learned to preserve silence however. Especially when Imperial patrols sortied close to their camps. He silently prayed that the camp was in the same location. Otherwise the buck would start too rot, and where would he be then? ‘So the old tiger still possesses fangs!’ Nihal Singh halted his horse (earning a wholesome round of protests from it) and peered into the underbrush. Several shapes emerged from it, and soon a whole troop of seven Nihungs encircled him. They had only matured last winter, and most hadn’t even earned their farlas yet or been fully bloodied. ‘Useless! Useless the whole lot of you!’ he judged. But his heart was proud. All seven had nearly snatched the buck from his hands; it was only his years of experience in the forests which had given him the upper hand. His mentees cast mock faces at him, expressing distraught and faked anger. ‘We are never too good for you Baba…’ they moaned (at this stage his horse took the cue to start once again), he laughed at their joviality. ‘Come on then’ he ordered ‘back to the palace.’ With the arriving of the hunters, the atmosphere had cleared and finally the smell of food filled the air. For days now no one had eaten, and Baghel could not remember the last time something solid had pleasured his taste-buds. The ‘palace’ as it was known was their camp. Always mobile, they only stayed a week at the most in one region and then set off deeper into the wildness. This had been his way of life since the start, he had known no other. Regarded as being an anomaly of sorts, amongst his fellows, Baghel despite his turban and sword wasn’t a Sikh. He had been a rat of the streets, cast out like some vile vermin from his mother’s womb and destined for a future of thievery, exploitation and violence. His fortunes however had peaked when he had attempted to thieve a blue-clad man. His victim had looked into his eyes before shattering his chartered world with a wholesome smack. To Baghel it had felt like an earthquake. This had been his fist meeting with Nihal Singh, a Sikh fugitive trying to hide amongst the vermin of Lahore. Baghel’s body though reeling from the shock of the blow, had paved the way for his mind to start calculating. He was a fugitive himself, and what more the Sikh could be his protector. Thus what he had done next had surprised even him. Falling to his feet he had begged, cried, and even suspiciously whinnied for Nihal Singh’s companionship. The Nihung had shaken his head and agreed. After all he would be needing a guide to Lahore. That was then, now Baghel was his protector’s apprentice. But whereas the other’s learnt to fight. He was tasked with the kitchen and the governing of the adolescents. Treated as a prince amongst the ‘palace’ his dishes ranged from the mediocre cold to the furnace hot. Yet his patrons tolerated his handiwork, despite later disappearing for prolonged periods of gaseous revilement. Receiving the deer from Nihal Singh, he set to work. A few of the Nihungs joined him. Laughing and gesticulating wildly they recounted their exploits on the game trail. ‘Did you see me?!’ One of them wildly shouted. ‘Oh we saw you alright,’ his companion responded ‘riding as wildly as that fat Mughal we thrashed last summer.’ This earned a riotous acclaim of laughter from his friends, Baghel however chose to remain quiet. Why should he indulge in such mirth? His own exploits of bravery only extended to catching the stray chicken, or balancing the cauldron of hot water which he boiled in the mornings. From the start he had begged Nihal Singh to recruit him amongst his warriors, but the Nihung had refused. ‘You be our woman for now boy,’ the warrior had replied. ‘When the time comes than you shall lift the sword.’ Reminiscing of times past he lifted his head, where was the old dog anyway? Upon entering the camp, Nihal Singh had relieved his burden upon the shoulders of Baghel. The boy had been a miraculous find, a gem amongst the vermin from which he had emerged. Trotting to his tent, he had tied his whinnying steed outside it and himself journeyed to the ‘landlord’s’ tent. Despite his undisputed authority over the 45 residents of the ‘palace’ the ‘landlord’ was the only one who could usurp it. Acknowledging this fateful stint in his affairs, Nihal often appeased him. The ‘landlord’ was a blind old man, born amongst the Sikhs of Guru Teghbahadur he had witnessed the epoch of the Khalsa with his own eyes. In the aftermath he had joined Banda Singh, and then Binod Singh. But the years had not been kind to him and now he was only a former shadow of himself. Burdened by the years he had suffered more loss than even Nihal Singh himself. Wiling away his days, the old man sat beside a fire constantly engrossed in the peculiarities of his own mind. Sensing Nihal Singh’s presence he lifted his hollow eyes and bade him to sit. Silently contemplating the fire both men could have been mistaken for father and son. After a while Nihal Singh broke the silence, ‘did you hear?’ he silently queried. Despite no reaction from his body, the ‘landlord’s’ mind was already at work. Debating whether to reveal what ‘he had heard’ or stay silent. After a pregnant few minutes he replied, ‘it seems what they say is true. There really is a change in affairs.’ Nihal Singh remained silent then, ‘I have no reason to doubt the news. Even the beggars have picked it up, and our men tell us about it. But if so, than why?’ This catalysed in another pregnant silence from the ‘landlord.’ Then grimacing he replied, ‘a battle and a big one.’ Nihal Singh looked at him. He was thunder-struck, it was the umpteenth time that the old man had silenced him with his unexpected intelligence. He started to acknowledge that maybe Baghel was right. Maybe the old man was visited by an agent, or fellow fugitive, in the dead of the night. But how this individual evaded his security measures left him perplexed. Maybe it was a sibling of Banda’s spirits? The old man looked wizened enough to pass for a sorcerer after all. ‘Where?’ he asked curiously. ‘Waan’ his companion replied. ‘Seek Waan.’ Nihal Singh realised anymore talk with the old man would only render the conversation into a riddle. The ‘landlord’ had said his piece. Now it was his turn to discover more. Setting out with the crack of dawn, the next morning, Nihal Singh and his new steed journeyed out of the ‘palace stables.’ Grimacing at being in the saddle again, the old Nihung was thankful for his new mount. Silent and sturdy, it had replaced its much older parent. Silence was the need of the hour, especially if he was to seek out Waan. The morning was shrouded with mist, and a chill was prevalent in the air. Seeking scour amongst the folds of his cloak Nihal Singh trotted on, forward to an ascetic village near the fringes of Lahore. As he journeyed he reflected upon the village’s residences. Headed by an ascetic named Brahm-Dass, it was habited by a mediocre populace of the iconoclastic Udasis. Established by Guru Nanak Dev Ji’s first born son, Sri Chand, their diversity in dress and habit had led to them surviving their brethren’s prosecution. The first time Nihal Singh had encountered Brahm-Dass, the Udasi had proven himself to be the Devil’s advocate. The Nihung’s tutor, and master, Mani Singh had dispatched him to warn the Udasi of a mass movement of troops in his direction. Brahm-Dass had affectionately chuckled at the news, than scratched the messenger’s wounds raw. Their subsequent meetings, over the years, however had panned out and both respected each other although they ardently criticised the other for his defects. Nihal Singh sullenly reflected over his past. The son of a merchant, he had been born with gold in his hands. Pampered and indulged from his birth, he grew up in a feminine environment, especially with his father journeying far and wide. Than upon reaching maturity he fell prey to the whims of a local belle. Entranced by her he had commenced a silent affair. His father however had found out and summoned the girl’s parents. Both lovers had been shamed and with the girl being a Hindu, and Nihal Singh himself being a Muslim, the girl’s parents had been ostracised not only by the regional Muslims, but by also her own kith and kin. As for the young Majnu himself, he had been packed off to Delhi to manage his father’s affairs there. But a usurper had arrived in the form of a brother-in-law. A haughty Pathan, he had taken to expelling and belittling the already embittered Nihal Singh. Thus, the young deputy had taken to escaping into the streets of Delhi and attending the mass spectacles put on for the crowd. A sub-ordinate clerk had once dragged him to an imperial spectacle in central Delhi. The male-dom of the Mughal dynasty had dragged fugitives from the Punjab to Delhi and now prepared to execute them. ‘Banda’s here; kill the infidel! Slaughter him!’ was the crowd’s cry. The Banda, if that was truly his name, himself was a Goliath. Resembling a lion, he had roared out the veracity of his faith and cowered his captors. The young Nihal had watched as more than two hundred fugitives were beheaded over the course of the next few days. Horrified he had escaped the banter and cheers of the crowd and hidden in the slums. It was there he had encountered a Sikh, or the former shadow of one. Living in the guise of a Brahmin beggar, he had regaled Nihal Singh with tales of valour and awe. Ultimately Nihal had made up his mind. He would escape the confines of his family, and also that of his society. Packing his bags he had excused himself from Delhi, for a few days, under the pretext of sickness. Commencing a journey to Amritsar he had encountered a Nihung. Asking for directions he had been dispatched to the city’s central precincts and told to await Mani Singh, a Sikh of almost imperial standing. When Mani Singh had arrived, an awesome spectacle had presented itself before Nihal Singh. Wearing a mesmerising turban, with a curious fan jutting out, and regaled in weaponry Mani Singh was more myth than legend. Sitting down with Nihal, he had commenced an arduous interview of the willing initiate. After forewarning him of the rigours of his chosen path, the sagely Sikh had bade him to join his educational entity in Amritsar. Complying, the next three years of the convert’s life had been spent in a fantasia of education, martiality, spirituality and service. It was then that he had been dispatched to Brahm-Dass to forewarn him of a large cluster of Imperial troops heading his way. The Udasi pedagogue had silently listened to his news than after a while commenced a subtle interrogation. Finally the Udasi had reached his conclusive query, ‘did you sleep with this woman?’ He bluntly asked. Nihal Singh had been affronted and made it evident. The orange-clad devil in front of him had however chuckled, ‘it was not love fool. He had silently whispered, ‘it was only lust.’ Over time Nihal Singh had found himself agreeing more and more with Brahm-Dass’s rationalisation. His youth had been spent in the clutches of possessive women. He had wanted to possess one as a sign of his own prowess. All that however had been snatched from his grasp. Up ahead he heard the rush of a creek. The Udasi hamlet had arrived and he dismounted. Silently treading towards a clearing in the trees, he saw Brahm-Dass meditating. ‘Peace be upon you!’ the Nihung cried, overjoyed at dispelling the Udasi’s peace. ‘May all be destroyed’ the Udasi cursed as he stood up. ‘I dreamt you were coming harbinger of doom!’ He screeched than burst out laughing. Nihal Singh looked on at the spectacle and shook his head; Brahm-Dass was an eccentric mix of mirth and the mundane. Often bursting out in spasms of curses as he pleased. The Udasi bade him sit and offered him food. Still chuckling at his outburst, he quizzed Nihal Singh on his coming.

Guru Je does tell us to run away from such people them being the ones cynical and don't acknowledge god.. I don't like the aspect of positive and negative energy and I remember this sadhu on YouTube was being like there is no such thing as.negative and positive energy and he seemed pretty convincing and changed my mind atleast its hard to think like that I personally can't type in English without using positive negative stuff.. just the way I'm used to typing sentences.. but if you keep Naam in your mind you will get past this stuff and be uneffected by this stuff Guru Sahib in Bani says that Sukh and Dukh are just two clothes that someone wears and I think that implies that there not that important and there isn't much difference between them. if you ment positive like Gurmukhs, Guru god oriented people, SadSangat.. that's what bani suggests I personally wouldn't call anyone negative but there are people who do jam krodh more than others but you should keep their other inspiring and respectable aspects in your mind and not thing of them as 100% avoidable material unless they are stubbornly cynical.. wjkk wjkf sorry again for somewhat disagreeing again

Can anyone, with a blog/website/both related to Khalistan, explain something to me? A few years ago I heard about the case of a man whose family was detained at the Indian airport because he was involved in some pro-Khalistan group overseas. To my brothers who are involved in such groups what happens when you go to India or need police clearance from there? Do they detain you on the basis of the organisations you support, webpages you make and comments you put on fb? Is it entirely random or they do it to people who illustrate an intent? Can we say there is a degree of discrimination involved or is it the effects of an inept bureaucracy?

Now is the time to jap naam.

If you already do with your surti, and have validation, thats very good progress..you don't need to go back to vachak and upas jaap based on what information you are providing (as you may have completed this in various previous births - all of us are in this overall bhagti for many many births), all are stages, all are accepted by Guru maharaj as long as its done with honesty, sincerity and love. The key here is when you do jaap be it vachak upas or manas- your surti should be one with gurbani and let gurbani draw you in completely, take control fully and CONSUME YOUR SURTI fully (instead of mind trying all sorts of things), you will be filled with immense love-nira pyaar and bairaag which is hard to explain here. Most of times, our skeptical/egoic mind gets in a way between our surti and shabad of gurbani- Shabad Guru Surat Dhun Chela. This is from gyani thakur singh ji katha of japji sahib:

Are there CDs that are available for the complete katha of Sooraj Parkash granth? Please share any information on this. Thank You

Hello, i have a question that i hope someone can answer, my mum sometimes puts oil in a silver metal dish and tells me to dip my fingers in and then gets me to look at my reflection in the oil, what does this mean ? my fiance seems to think she should not do this as it may be opening doors to bad spirits and demons rather than doing anything good ? thanks.

Shootout outside US gurdwara Sacramento, California: At least one shot was fired during the annual Baisakhi Parade near a gurdwara at 176 E Pole Road in Lynden on Saturday. The police arrested a Whatcom County man after a fight broke out and at least one shot was fired outside the gurdwara. Witnesses reported that several men started fighting in front of the Guru Nanak Gursikh Gurdwara. Balwinder Singh Nagra (41) from the Bellingham area allegedly grabbed a gun from his vehicle and shot at several men. Nagra was arrested and lodged in Whatcom County Jail on the suspicion of drive by shooting and unlawful possession of a firearm. Under the state law, the term “drive-by shooting” includes shootings from the immediate area of a vehicle used to transport the suspect, the weapon or both. There were no known injuries, but the other men involved in the fight left the area. A bullet went through both the passenger and driver’s side windows of a parked white Toyota Camry in a field, about 150 yards from the event, before striking another parked car. More than 1,000 visitors gathered at the gurdwara for the parade. Source: The Tribune http://sikhsangat.org/2014/shootout-outside-us-gurdwara/ Anyone in California sangat know what was the reason behind this shooting? (Better not be gurdwara politics :stupidme: )

Please watch the full video first and give your thoughts.

Hanji, totally agree with you.

A few years back I went through a phase where I used to feel like crap. I had many of the symptoms of depression. Mostly I used to feel tired and lethargic and didnt want to do anything, which started to affect work and family life, which adds to the stress and makes things worse. Buts its like a snowball effect. I went to see a Doctor who diagnosed me as having depression. Which I didnt really agree with at the time because I know I'm a postive kinda person. Plus it was kind of stupid, the way Dr gave me a questionaire to fill and return with a week later. If I did have serious depression problem the Dr wouldn't help me until the following week? 'Oh you've got depression, here take these pills 3 times a day' he said. I decided not to take these pills which I could potentially get hooked on. After doing a little research I realised what I thought was depression was really the results of years of a bad diet. There was too much sugar in my diet from fizzy drinks which was the main cause of me feeling crap. This is when I understood by what people mean when they say 'You are what you eat'. I switched up my diet and stopped with the fizzy drinks, sweets, snacks and takeaways and started drinking pani and eating more fruit and veg. I soon started feeling different like I have more energy, feeling positive and happy because I have nothing to stress about because now I get everything done and don't hide away from stuff. So yeah, basically if your going through what I went through: low moods, feeling hopeless, no motivation, aches and pains, lack of energy, trouble sleeping, not doing well at work, avoiding contact with friends and family - these are some symptoms of depression. Maybe you really have depression, but have a look at your eating habits and think about whether you need to change them. In my opinion and in my case these feelings weren't coming from outside but inside me after I had polluted my body with junk.

A really beautiful Amrit Vela simran session recording of Veer Manpreet Singh Ji in Nairobi, Kenya on 13th-April-2014 http://soundcloud.com/veermanpreet/amritvela-simran-in-nairobi-kenya-on-13th-april-2014-vaisakhi-celeberation

My face.....

Falcons Primary School Recruitment Fair TODAY ! https://mobile.twitter.com/LeicsSikhAllian/status/460868695385206784/photo/1

There is a tuk "beleived" to be said by Guru Sahib about Topi or Cap.It goes something like this: "Jo sikh sir topi thhare, Sat janam Kushtee hoyee maree" I was just curious if somebdy has any reference to the above tuk.I just want to know who(among the 10 gurus) said this and what were the circumstances under which they uttered the above tuk. I also never found anywhere in Gurbani where our guru sahib mentioned "saat janam" or "seven incarnations". Can somebdy plz explain what does "saat janam" implies here?And also where can we find the reference to the above tuk. If we search for cap we find two instances: Page 939, Line 8 -- Guru Nanak Dev aUNDau Kpru pMc BU topI ] Let your mind turn away in detachment from the world, and let this be your begging bowl. Let the lessons of the five elements be your cap. Page 1167, Line 14 -- Saint Nam Dev ijin Awkws kulh isir kInI kausY spq pXwlw ] Your cap is the realm of the Akaashic ethers; the seven nether worlds are Your sandals. Thanks. Regards, --Balwinder Singh

If you remain anonymous you shouldn't have any problem. You can get PCC from passport office the same day as long as you know someone and pay bribe.

Both methods are parvaan. Doing loudly first and listening to it will increase your concentration, otherwise there is danger of you start doing it with repetation, but because you know it, you won't necessarily listen to it, but just complete it for the sake of doing it in auto-mode. With regards to the granthi, you should have asked him, whats the need for eating food everyday? Once you have eaten it once, you know what it tastes like. In the same way gurbani is the food for our soul. Doing nitnem everyday is required to constantly remind our forgetfull mind of gurus message and feeds the soul. prabh baanee sabadh subhaakhiaa || The Word of God's Bani, and His Shabad, are the best utterances. gaavahu sunahu parrahu nith bhaaee gur poorai thoo raakhiaa || rehaao || So constantly sing them, listen to them, and read them, O Siblings of Destiny, and the Perfect Guru shall save you. ||Pause||

This is similar to a case I know of a couple who have been married for 10 years but don't have kids. When they married they thought they will put off kids for 10 years because the wife wanted to advance in her carrier. But as the years began rolling(7 years into the marriage), her feminine instincts finally won over her feminist ideals and she then felt she wanted to have children. But they have been trying for so long without success. She now regrets her decision for not having children when she was younger.Sometimes when people make decisions, they should not be too rigid about it like it is etched in stone and cannot be changed. Keep an open mind about such things because what you think now about a subject may now be how you think about it later in life.

How profound are these? Do you have to be involved in something or do they persecute you for airing your personal views? I wonder if Brother Bijla Singh would know.

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! "Jo sikh sir topi thhare, Sat janam Kushtee hoyee maree" ek muhawara hain ki "topi pehnauna " esh nal koi "Jo sikh sir topi thhare,Sat janam Kushtee hoyee maree" de meaning ch change andi hain ji thanks Mandeep Singh

Any eyewitness records, pics, etc from the Punjabi Suba movement?

In a forest, a pregnant deer is about to give birth. She finds a remote grass field near a strong-flowing river. This seems a safe place. Suddenly labour pains begin. At the same moment, dark clouds gather around above & lightning starts a forest fire. She looks to her left & sees a hunter with his bow extended pointing at her. To her right, she spots a hungry lion approaching her. What can the pregnant deer do? She is in labour! What will happen? Will the deer survive? Will she give birth to a fawn? Will the fawn survive? Or will everything be burnt by the forest fire? Will she perish to the hunters' arrow? Will she die a horrible death at the hands of the hungry lion approaching her? She is constrained by the fire on the one side & the flowing river on the other & boxed in by her natural predators. What does she do? She focuses on giving birth to a new life. The sequence of events that follows are: - Lightning strikes & blinds the hunter. - He releases the arrow which zips past the deer & strikes the hungry lion. - It starts to rain heavily, & the forest fire is slowly doused by the rain. - The deer gives birth to a healthy fawn. In our life too, there are moments of choice when we are confronted on αll sides with negative thoughts and possibilities. Some thoughts are so powerful that they overcome us & overwhelm us. Maybe we can learn from the deer. The priority of the deer, in that given moment, was simply to give birth to a baby. The rest was not in her hands & any action or reaction that changed her focus would have likely resulted in death or disaster. Ask yourself, Where is your focus? Where is your faith and hope? In the midst of any storm, do keep it on God always. He will never ever dissapoint you. NEVER. Remember, He neither slumbers nor sleep...

I remember a picture on his facebook page which proved to be a fiasco for him. It showed him talking to a handicapped senior Sikh, and trying to tell him that his whole life had been spent following the wrong faith. It turned out that he (Dawah man) was forced to walk away after the Baba gave him a dose of his own medicine. I couldn't help noticing a comment by one Muslim regarding the pic, 'May Allah assist you brother. I know these people (Sikhs) they are very hard-headed and do not see the intelligence of Islam easily. Remember brother this is only a test. Allah has made them to test our spirit and we will soon prove victorious!' With a brain like that no wonder we see most of them trying to become Mujhaideen.

The problem with debating Muslims is that often they use Taqiya and if that is exposed the entire moot turns into a shouting match. I cannot remember her name exactly, but an ex-Syrian and also an ex-Muslim, was invited to a debate by Al-Jazeera T.v. Her opponent was a well-versed Koranic cleric who kept on dominating the debate by shouting at her, interrupting her whenever she was about to speak, and demeaning her because she was a woman. Ultimately she told him to shut his trap (bluntly) and then what followed was 11 minutes of cleric raving as her opponent attempted to grapple with her. She even wrote a book which drew upon her experiences in the Muslim world, 'A God who hates,' and cited how every debate she has had with a Muslim turned into a shouting fiasco when the latter realized the ineptness of their creed and debate. And this isn't your usual run of the mill believer. This even extends to University students, professors, politicians etc.

I think all right minded Sikhs are now waiting for all those community elders and organisation members present on that sad day at Derby Gurdwara to distance themselves from this persons comments and behaviour. Inside closed doors a person may do as they please within reason and harbour whichever views he or she wishes. But to say such shocking, harmful, evil words in the presence of Guru Granth Sahib Ji and the sangat is unacceptable. I think if the leaders are serious about following the Gurus teachings, protecting our image, setting the right example to the next generation then this should be referred to the Akal Takhat for them to make a decision on, such is the gravity of what happened. This would send out the signal that we do not adhere to mere words but those words speak through our actions. I think this is a landmark event. Nothing of this type has ever happened before from a U.K Gurdwara stage or indeed probably a Gurdwara stage anywhere. This will also prove to our brothers and sisters who feel alienated because of such people that we are not all the same. It will be interesting to see what step is now taken.

Be proud of the things u can do and not dwell on what u can't. Love ur self, u are Gods creation. If the flower is drowning, believe in God, who will lift the flower out of the dirty water to float.

My advice is to be around people who make you feel good........ They do so much that just make you smile

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2606803/Ringleader-gang-organising-visa-weddings-cash-jailed-caught-OWN-fake-marriage.html Click here to print Ringleader of gang organising visa weddings for cash jailed after being caught at his OWN fake marriageHarpal Singh, 51, made £5,000 a time setting up bogus marriages Registry officials didn't believe validity of Singh's divorce documents He was already married, but wanted a sham marriage after visa denial Arrested on the morning of his sham marriage at Cardiff Register Office Singh, of Forest Gate, London, has been jailed for four years and 20 weeks By Jill Reilly Published: 12:15, 17 April 2014 | Updated: 15:06, 17 April 2014 SHARE PICTURE +6 Harpal Singh, 51, made £5,000 each time he set up bogus marriages between East European woman and Asian students A ringleader in charge of organising sham weddings across Britain was jailed today after being caught at his own fake marriage. Harpal Singh, 51, made £5,000 each time he set up bogus marriages between East European woman and Asian students whose visas were running out. Singh, from Forest Gate, east London, set up weddings with Czech women living in Britain - because their EU citizenship would allow their new husbands to live in the UK. But a court heard his criminal network was uncovered by police when he was stopped from going through with his own fake marriage. And he was discovered carrying a bag full of other people's identity cards and 'marriage packs'. Prosecutor Andrew Davies said: 'Singh would arrange marriages for Pakistani, Indian and Nepalese men who were either about to have visas run out or had overstayed. 'He would arrange for them to marry Czech women who had EU residency and therefore could confer this to any husbands. 'As far as we can ascertain he arranged four sham weddings - one of which was his own. 'The men would pay him to facilitate the marriage and the Czech women would be paid to get married to provide EU citizenship.' Cardiff Crown Court heard Indian-born Singh entered Britain in 2006 on a six month visa with his wife and three children. SHARE PICTURE +6 SHARE PICTURE +6 Czech woman Romana Nistrova, 23, agreed to enter into a sham marriage organised by Singh after getting into financial difficulties But after two failed immigration applications in 2009 and 2011 he was caught trying to marry a Czech woman at Cardiff Register Office in May last year. Singh was caught out after registry officials did not believe his divorce documents were genuine - and he was arrested on the morning of his sham marriage. Mr Davies said: 'He had two bags with him which had a number of other people's documents and passports in them. 'Some were related to sham marriages we could identify and others we could not. 'He retained the ID documents and cards of participants to encourage them to pay the money and go through with the sham marriages.' SHARE PICTURE +6 SHARE PICTURE +6 Pakistani student Haider Ali, 23 who had paid Harpal Singh £4950 to arrange a sham marriage 11 days before his visa ran out - he was jailed for 12 months. Right, Romana Nistrova, who is currently four months pregnant, was given a 12 month suspended prison sentence The documents in his bag led to the arrest of two Pakistani students and a Czech woman who were planning to enter into sham marriages organised by Singh. They sat next to Singh in the dock and all four defendants pleaded guilty to conspiracy to avoid immigration enforcement action by deception. The bogus marriages were due to go ahead in registry offices around the UK - in Cardiff, Leeds and Motherwell. The court heard Pakistani student Haider Ali, 23, had paid Singh £4,950 to arrange a marriage to take place 11 days before his student visa ran out. Ali, from Surrey, was due to marry a pregnant 19-year-old Czech woman called Jesika Horvatova who has since gone on the run. Another Pakistani student Awais Ahmad, 23, had been in the UK for four years when his student visa was running out. SHARE PICTURE +6 At Cardiff Crown Court Judge Neil Bidder QC told the four: 'These actions are an attack on the proper system of immigration control and also the institution of marriage' Ahmad from south London, was due to enter into his sham marriage a month before his visa ran out. Czech woman Romana Nistrova, 23, agreed to enter into a sham marriage organised by Singh after getting into financial difficulties. Nistrova, from Birmingham, came to the UK with her mother and five siblings in 2006 and is currently four months pregnant. Judge Neil Bidder QC told the four: 'These actions are an attack on the proper system of immigration control and also the institution of marriage. 'You, Singh, planned to make money by exploiting people's desires to remain in the country and preyed on women's financial hardship. 'Ali and Ahmad deliberately intended to avoid immigration controls to remain in the UK when lawful efforts had failed. 'And it is really very surprising to most people that women could contemplate going through a marriage ceremony for financial gain. 'It is a shameful thing that you did - a truly shameful thing.' Judge Bidder gave Nistrova a 12 month suspended prison sentence and ordered she complete 100 hours community work. He sentenced Ahmad and Ali both to 12 months in prison - and they walked free from court after serving six months in custody while waiting to be sentenced. Judge Bidder jailed Singh for four years and 20 weeks. He told Singh: 'It is my view that you should be deported.' 1 of 6 Romana Nistrova, 23 who agreed to enter into a sham marriage organised by Singh after getting into financial difficulties Published by Associated Newspapers Ltd Part of the Daily Mail, The Mail on Sunday & Metro Media Group © Associated Newspapers Ltd Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2606803/Ringleader-gang-organising-visa-weddings-cash-jailed-caught-OWN-fake-marriage.html#ixzz2zAvQzBRN Follow us: @MailOnline on Twitter | DailyMail on Facebook

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Some words on devotion or bhakti ਭਗਤ ਕਰਨਿ ਹਰਿ ਚਾਕਰੀ ਜਿਨੀ ਅਨਦਿਨੁ ਨਾਮੁ ਧਿਆਇਆ Bhagath Karan Har Chaakaree Jinee Anadhin Naam Dhhiaaeiaa भगत करनि हरि चाकरी जिनी अनदिनु नामु धिआइआ The devotees serve the Lord night and day, they meditate on Naam Raag Maajh Guru Amar Das Here Sree Guru Amar Das is talking us about true devtion, true bhakti. He says, the true devotees serve the Lord, means do the seva of the Lord Wahiguru with their soul, by meditating on Nam. And to do this seva, there are no fixed times, be it day or night, all times are good times to gather the dhan of Nam, as it is the only true wealth we can carry with ourselves, everything else comes within the parametres of karmas, means the jurisdiction of Dharam Rai. There are 4 types of sevas: Tan-body Man-mind Dhan-wealth Surtee-soul. The purpse of seva is to serve selflessly, is to create humility in us, is to purify our minds to an extent. The seva is done to please others by being helpful, by sharing whatever Wahiguru has given us, this creates some type of detachment within us, from the worldly relations and objects. This also makes us more humanitarian and humble. But the highest seva among all, is to serve Wahiguru, is to please Him. And this seva is done by our soul, our surtee, with the jugtee of Nam Simran, by which, we forget our individual identity, "haume", to the extent, that we loose that individual limited identity, and merge in Him, and become Him. Seva is to forget what one is, and keep in mind the objective of seva only. And so which other seva is there where you loose yourself completely, as you are totally absorbed in Him? This is the real purpose of seva, to merge in Him, and this can only be achieved,with seva performed by our surtee. Our surtee, is our true self. Our mind, body and wealth are the consequences of our karmas, and that is not our true "we", and they keep changing, plus they are transient and perishable also. So let us ask ourselves, who are we? Are we the body or mind? It is not that we should not do seva with these attributes of mind and body. We should always do good, without any reservations, until our last breath, but we should not confuse ourselves that with it, we shall reach Him. Because it is not our mind or body which has to merge in Him, but our true essence which is our surtee, our soul, which has to merge in Him, and for that only Nam Simran, as means of His seva, will enable us to merge in Him, that is why at each step, our Guru Sahibans throught the Bani have stressed only on Nam Simram, as the only jugtee, from where gyan, dhyan, purity, happiness, bliss, contenement, detachment...and an endless list of virtues can be obtained, as He is the infinite fountain of all virtues. And not only this, but the very Owner of these virtues, will be withdrawn towards us, embracing us, such is the result of the seva done by our surtee, through the bhakti of Nam. What is Nam Simran? It is just surrendering our mind and body to Him. And this is what spirituality is about. Through it, we are telling Him that, I am not, but only You are. Such is His mahanta, such is the mahanta of His Nam. The ray(soul), merges in the Sun(Akal Purukh).

Dear Findingtruth, the symptoms you mention, are the base of true spiritual growth... Just as you say, satisfaction, peace, relaxation....after all this is, what one wants from spiritual practices... So "badhahee ho", continue on with your bandagee, bhakti... Slowly and slowly, one starts feeling detached from the world, a higher consciousness is develpoed, then kaam , krodh , lobh , moh ahankar do not attack you so fiercely...until there comes a time, that you are totally out of their field of action, and that is because not because of one´s merits, but because of His Grace, a type of spiritual shield envolves you, so that you become inmune to sin and mind; and also one always misses Him, and as one can not find Him outside, so naturally, one does bhakti with more zeal and will power, so that one has His darshan within oneself as soon as possible. And of course not only this stage is one´s end, but much much more higher, beyond Parbraham, Sach Khand is the goal of a true sikh, so to say, to merge in our beloved Wahiguru Akal Purukh, through the blessed jugtee of Nam Simran.

If you are breaking free from Kaam/krodh/lobh/moh/ahankar, then you are on the right path. Meditation of Naam, fills one with bliss, by drowning out maya.... Waheguru....

@ TheFancyBanana Bhai Jasbir Singh (Paonta Sahib Wale) - Chinta Chhad Achint Raho

Waheguru Mehtab singh ji dhan vaad tuahda.

From the nose maybe a bit. But then there are lots of people that look similar. I remember the previous house we lived in i was lookin out of the window and a Singh walked by and i thought to myself oh my god he looks just like Sant Jarnail Singh ji, then he happened to look up at the window and there was somethin about his eyes, when he stared like when you seen a dream. It was so weird event. And i heard somewhere apparently there are about 11 clones of us in the world, but they can be different colour or race. Its happened with me once, i was at a function years ago, and a girl came up to me and hugged me and kept sayin oh my god he what i are you doing here? I said who are you, she would not stop sayin i forgotten her, and why i being strange. It took about 15-20 mins to convince her that i wasn't who she thought.

Very beautyful, i wished we sikhs could do more kirtan with those classical instruments.

GurFateh I have very little knowledge about gurbani, but I shall jus say that above quotes aren't suppose ti be littral, as in put on ur cap or somethin g its jus like thers bani about Muslims saying i.e Let this be your that let this be your mecca I can't remember the exact quote but main point is, its nto telöling us at all to wear topi sorry wasn't too mcuh help bhull chukk maaf GurFateh