cheema_nz

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! Bhullar veer u r absolutely right regarding both culture and religion....all my other veers who don't know whats going on in India...I would like to tell that India especially Punjab rather than going more into culture and religion is going backwards.....When I was in India I used to think that at the rate the young guys r cutting their hair and moving into bad influence there won't be much sikhs left in Punjab but after coming New Zealand my thinking has totally changed....some one told me that Sant ji once said that Sikhi will come back from the same place where it got erased from that is western countries....I am so much amazed at all you guys from out of India ....I feel like putting my head in ur feet.....just beacuse u r so much into sikhism....Punjab being the mother of our religion I never used to see guys talking abt sikhism as much I have seen u all....Guruji said "Raj Karega Khalsa" and now I know it will come true one day.....this was regarding the religion.... now the culture thing.....well it is also depleting but not that much.....I mean girls have started hating suits and find excuses to wear jeans and other western clothes ...they think that guys will think that this girl is pendu(illiterate) if she wears suits...but personally I feel that a suit depicts the girl being much more Punjabi and decent....girls only like cut-hair guys...they flirt all their life before marriage with cut-hair guys and when it comes to marriage they prefer a turbaned gursikh guy....u know y???coz they think gursikh guys r much better than others coz they don't take drugs r go after girls.....people back in Punjab ldon't like to discuss abt sikhi much...if u talk to some1 they will say come on become modernized...this is not the older times u gotta keep up with times...lol....arn't they funny???no matter how much our world becomes westernized we shud never forget our true self...that is WE ARE SIKHS :wub: .....Sikhism is one of the golden religions among the world and we all should be proud of being one not trying to not sound like a sikh at all....I think I have said enuf....lol.... Bhul Chuk Maaf

Gur Fateh jio.. I have downloaded DC++ recently.....but it is not working at all..the moment i try to connect it...it says "Connection refused by target machine"....maybe coz I am at college and they might have blocked it through firewall....is there any way I can get into it???plz help....need to download gurbani videos..... Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! http://www.rediff.com/news/2004/jun/03inter.htm Interview of General Brar..... "There was a strong possibility of Pakistan helping them and I think there was the possibility of a Bangladesh being repeated." Why do they always say Pakistan helped us out.....don't they know that Singhs infact help other and don't they need any help.....Sawa Lakh se ek larayun..... "As a soldier, if I am given an order, I obey it and 20 years later, all I can say is I wish the situation had never risen that such an order had to be passed. And God forbid we have to do it again." what does he mean by do it again.....wasn't it enough to turn 80% of sikh youth to cut-hair, more hindu dominated society.... "Why did the army go in just after Guru Arjan's martyrdom day, when the number of devotees is much higher? That was a coincidence. You must try and understand that perhaps the government had just about three or four days to carry out the operation. We had some sort of information that Khalistan was going to be declared any moment. You try and figure out that one fine day, Bhindranwale declares Khalistan and hoists the Khalistan flag... The Khalistani currency had already been distributed; Pakistan was pumping in money, they wanted a strong part of India, which is Punjab, to secede and for India to disintegrate. Can you imagine if one fine day Khalistan has been declared, what would have happened? Pakistan would have recognised Khalistan and crossed the borders to support K halistan, like we did in Bangladesh. The Punjab police might have crossed over to support Bhindranwale..." some 1 tell the Mr. Brar that if Sant ji had even announced once that we have our own Khalistan then he wouldn't have been alive today neither would have been any RSS suporter....infact Sant ji wanted to process everything in a very peaceful way....but his voice was never heard by the hindu politicians......and regarding Khalistan currency...I have never heard of it before....I wish I cud have a look at it....it would have been so great to have our very own currency.... I am really amazed at all this crap he tells....bringing in Pakistan.... :wub: @ .....in first place he shud have been sorry for what he did against his very own golden religion....and on top of that he says Sant ji was being aided by Pakistan....

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! I just hit upon a newspaper site showing us all that has been done so far by the people to stop the ban of turban in France... http://www.tribuneindia.com/2004/specials/turban.htm

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! This is an extract from some book.....My parents in India sent me this in a mail... When he touched my hair and blessed me, how could I bear my hair being shorn? The Sikh is the dedicated. I nestle the fragrance of his touch in my tresses, they, of the modern era have bobbed the bride but the Sacred Braids of Christ still remain the most beautiful adornment of man’s or woman’s head. I love the Guru’s superstition. The lightning spark is concealed in the wool of the wandering cloud in the sky and the life spark of guru is hidden in this sheaf of hair. They say it is troublesome to carry it. But more troublesome is a life of no inspiration. The body itself is not less troublesome. And when one drops and shingles is in no way less troublesome. And when one is reconciled to such a thing as the human body, to such a thing as this impossible life, it is emptiness of soul, it is bankruptcy of love for god and for the guru to think of the riddance of hair, the spiritual crown of humanity. The modern woman, as I have said elsewhere, has lost most of her soul by shingling her hair and putting an odorous reed in her rose-bud-like lips. Coming to us from our personal god, dearer to us than our mother, father, sister, or sweetheart, it comes to us as His Gift, as His Blessing. Fie on our manners that we argue over and over about it. He touched my hair, and I keep it ; when I toss my arm up in the air and the iron ring shines, I am reminded of His wrist that wore it --one exactly like this. Is this arm, by some stray gleam of the iron ring on my wrist, His? Other religions live in an elaborated symbolism ; I the Si kh have no religion. He loved me, He made me his own.

The Purple Colour King Acute situations do arise, sometimes, in everyday human affairs when, the greatest of men have to call on Heaven’s Glory for paltry things, as a bird might call to the high cloud and get a shower to wet his wings while flying in the full day’s sunshine. Like the woodman in the fable, they do call even, at times, the angel of death and ask him to help them in putting a load of faggots on their heads. One of such spiritual prayers is that, for example, of Narsi. He lived under a straw –thatch, singing to himself. Perhaps he had a little shop where he earned his daily bread. As he was silent, they of his own called him mad and many a time played practical jokes on him. Once a pilgrim of Dwarka came to the city of Narsi and wanted to deposit his cash with a banker there for a draft on some correspondent of his in Dwarka. In those days, they were afraid of carrying cash with them and for the matter of that even now people are afraid to carry on their persons. Every banker in the city of Narsi referred the pilgrim to the shop of Narsi and, though seemingly so poor they said, he was the only one whose’s drafts could be honoured so far from there as Dwarka. It was all by way of joke, but the pilgrim would not take any denial from Narsi. Narsi, some what vexed and consequently aroused in some way, got out of his reverie, looked up to the pilgrim and smiled "All right, I give you the draft. The name of my correspondent there at Dwarka is Sanval Shah (Sawal Shah) the King of the purple colour". The pilgrim took the draft and went away to Dwarka. Narsi distributed all the wealth the pilgrim left with him to those who wanted it. Narsi had no use for it. This was an act of living faith. Narsi was on intimate terms with the King of Purple Colour. In this personal intimacy lies all the secret of true spiritual inspiration and the maintenance of right colour of spiritual vision. All spirituality is in finding Him and then not leaving Him. And all spiritual power is in His coming to our aid. The pilgrim goes all the way to Dwarka where he searches for the banking house of the King of the Purple Colour. He finds not the King of the Purple Colour. No one knows Him. Disappointed and broken in heart he comes out of the city of Dwarka. There is no such city on this earth, it is in the vision of the faithful such great cities are in the soul, nowhere outside us. Outside the city, in the open fields, he went wandering like an insane person and saying "After all, that Narsi was a fraud." poor recompense for all his loss was this uncharitable thought of Narsi. Further, under the mango tree, he saw a simple black man who slowly came towards him and asked him what the matter was with him. The pilgrim gave his whole story. Where-upon the black man says to him, "I am the King of Purple Colour and counts out the cash to him and thus honours the draft of Narsi. The pilgrim got his gold, but forgot that the King of Purple Colour was a vision, not a reality in the sense of his gold, and yet the "reality", so called, was counted under the shadow of that mango tree, which very tree too disappeared the next moment.

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! Fine u say it is bad.....maybe it is bad....but atleast tell me one way that I can keep in contact with other gursikhs...I am the only sardar in this whole town in NZ......no one to talk abt Gurbani or Gursikhi......n every1 very well knows that a free mind is devil's workshop.....so although I keep listening to kirtan all day but still I feel like talking abt Gurbani at times???what shud I do???help me out then...

Veerji this id I only made last year besides I am not a much of chat-room guy.....u must have seen some identical id as mine....

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! I am a regular visitor to this site...I think we should have a chat room here where every person that come online can talk with other gursikhs....I am online all day and I would like to talk about gurbani and sikhi all day long but there is no place as such...

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! assi pahuchna mithe nishaniya te , tuse kaun ho sanu aatkaun wale, jag janda assi ni muk sakde, muk gaye ne sanu makaun wale, assi waris ha baba deep singh de, assi dhauna to bagair vi larna jande ha

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! I am so sad.....I was strictly vegetarian for 20 years when I was in India....but I have eaten some egg-items in New Zealand...I know it is bad...now trying to avoid it....Guruji will help me....

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! Veero...It was nice getting all those responses......well to tell u the truth I am a kind of gang leader back from India.....In India I was among 4 sardars of college n no one dared to even cough loudly in front of me...sachi.....sikhi di tor banayi si apan othe.....3 years in same college n no single guy had even thought of saying bad abt sikhi....1 senior once did n I was suspended from college for 2 weeks coz I tore his lip apart.....The only thing I am cool here is that I don't belong to this country.....I am here only for study n in any case I have a fight I will be deported straight away coz that bahmann has married a gori here n is Permanent resident of this country...obviusly the govt. is always on the side of Permanent resident than an International Student....But neva mind.....mein ohda muh baand karwa ditta hun....mere naal gal nahi karda....I feel lot happy that I am away from such guys....well for u guyz out there.....Thankx a lot for the inspiration......keep them coming....Thank u...

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! Well I am a turbaned guy from India....new to new Zealand....only two months...although lots of goras stared at me and some came up to me and asked about my turban but no one abused me or stuff....but wat I have experienced none of you could imagine.....there is this cut-surd guy from india...he has been here two years.....The day he first saw me....he said go cut off ur hair....coz none of the people here r gonna like u.....He said "mundeya sikhi India which chad auni si"....I said very politely that buddy I luv my hair n I ain't gonna cut them....He still calls me Giani all the time....which dosn't matter to me....you won't believe wat else he did......there was this girl in my class...she asked him abt my religion n he said "HE IS FUCKIN SIKH"...n told all the bad stuff abt my religion...could u guyz believe it......He himself is a sikh n his dad wears a turban....man i say nothing to him...I just think that how can a mother give birth to such a guy?????

Gur Fateh.... I am new to this forum....although I am a regular visitor of saintsoldiers.net ....I am looking for some sangat in New Zealand. I am basically from India n am here for study...I would be very happy if some1 told me abt kirtan samagams in New Zealand.... Cheema