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Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! Apologies to listeners, due to power failure the net went down. With Guru Sahib's Kirpa, the broadcast is up and running... Enjoy - Dhur Ki Bani, Akali Bani, Sache Bani, Nirankari Bani, Amrit Bani, Nirmal Bani, Bani sir Bani. Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! Please bear with the sevadaar, should be up and running soon.. Slight Technical hitch! Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! FWD >We have been informed by sevadaars in India that due to the tsunami there is problems with the >internat in India. However all local sangat around gurwarda's sahibs have agreed to disconnect so the >rainsbhai could be broadcasted. >Moreover they all have joined in and the Gurdwara is brimming with sangat, and the sevadaars would >like to thank them all.

FWD: Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa! Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!! >Sadh Sangat Jee, >The Chandighar Smagaam will be broadcasted LIVE today, at the following web address: >www.akjinternational.org >A great way to start 2005 year. >Kuljug mehi keertan pardhana !

Gurmukh lahaa lai gaee manmukh chale mool guvaae jeeo.... vaheguroo vaheguroo vaheguroo vaheguroo vaheguroo vaheguroo

kaljug mehi keertan paradhaana In this Dark Age of Kali Yuga, the Kirtan of the Lord's Praises are most sublime and exalted.... Vaheguroo jee kaa Khalsa Vaheguroo jee kee Fateh..! Please bless us with your darshan by attending Kingston Sikh Society's Kirtan darbar....in commemoration of 4 Sahibzade Wednesday 15th Decemeber 5-7pm Townhouse Room 111, Penrhyn Rd Campus. Kingston University, Penrhyn Rd, Kingston, Surrey KT1 2EE Contact: Kaur - 07974 203 681 Singh - 07904 109 343 Vaheguroo jee kaa Khalsa Vaheguroo jee kee Fateh

kaljug mehi keertan paradhaana In this Dark Age of Kali Yuga, the Kirtan of the Lord's Praises are most sublime and exalted.... Vaheguroo jee kaa Khalsa Vaheguroo jee kee Fateh..! Please bless us with your darshan by attending Kingston Sikh Society's Kirtan darbar....in commemoration of 4 Sahibzade Wednesday 15th Decemeber 5-7pm Townhouse Room 111, Penrhyn Rd Campus. Kingston University, Penrhyn Rd, Kingston, Surrey KT1 2EE Contact: Kaur - 07974 203 681 Singh - 07904 109 343 Vaheguroo jee kaa Khalsa Vaheguroo jee kee Fateh

vaheguroo.... beautifully said..

VaheguroojeekaaKhalsaVaheguroojeekeeFatehhh! Sangat Jeeo, Listen to Delhi Smaagam - RAINSBHAI , LIVE NOW at : www.akjinternational.org/live.htm :TH:

brilliant!

A beautiful tale thats shows us how we should think of Our Creator... Small Wooden People The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village. And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another. The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too... Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone have them stars. Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star. Others though, could do little. They got dots. Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots. Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots. After a while he had so many dots that h e didn't want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason. "He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good wooden person." After a while Punchinello believed them. "I'm not a good Wemmick," he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots. He felt better around them. One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lulia. It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick. Some admired Lulia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off.Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn't stay either. "That's the way I want to be," thought Punchinello. "I don't want anyone's marks." So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it. "It's easy," Lulia replied, "everyday I go to see Eli." "Eli?" "Yes, Eli. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with him." "Why?" "Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up the hill. He's there." And with that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skippedaway. "But he won't want to see me!" Punchinello cried out. Lulia didn't hear. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots. "It's not right," he muttered to himself. And he resolved to go see Eli. He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard. "I'm not staying here!" and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name. "Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong. Punchinello stopped. "Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you." Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman. "You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked. "Of course I do. I made you." Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench. "Hmm," the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks." "I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard." "Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me, child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think." "You don't?" "No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars and dots? They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn'tmatter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special." Punchinello laughed. "Me, special? Why? I can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?" Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. "Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me." Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this--much less his maker. He didn't know what to say. "Everyday I've been hoping you'd come," Eli explained. "I came because I met someone who had no marks." "I know. She told me about you." "Why don't the stickers stay on her?" "Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them." "What?" "The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers." "I'm not sure I unders tand." "You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care." Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground. "Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes." Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think he really means it." And when he did, a dot fell to the ground. --by Max Lucado From the book, "Tell Me the Secrets"

VaheguroojeekaaKhalsaVaheguroojeekeeFateh Bhenjee, eat fresh greens, lots fruit an veg and most benficial is cooking in Sarbloh! :TH: Its tastier too! Hope this helps! VaheguroojeekaaKhalsaVaheguroojeekeeFatehh!

VaheguroojeekaaKhalsaVaheguroojeekeeFateh..! Just wanted to say Good luck to everyone getting their Alevel AS results tomorrow. Just remember Gur mearai sang sadha hai naalae - My Guroo is always with me, near at hand. vaheguroo :TH: VaheguroojeekaaKhalsaVaheguroojeekeeFatehhh!

vaheguroo jee kaa khalsa vaheguroo jee kee fatehh!! Hunjee, bhajee was awesome at the camp! His contributions towards discussions were wicked and his explanation of the Hukamnamas' taken were beautifully explained. He's one awesome Gursikh! :wub: