Paneet

This is a really great program, anyone living nearby should come out! I actually volunteered with the vigil last year (taking place again this year, Saturday Nov 5th) and I was IMPRESSED. Alot of effort and planning clearly went into it, and the presentations were very touching. In honour of the 1984 shaheedies, let's all take part in this event, eh!

bump (it's great that this is being done)

yep, that's the kind of thing I was thinking....

Here's my experience. My mom has the worst temper in the world. because of it I used to be depressed all the time, I'd go to bed crying, I wouldn't be able to concentrate in school. Now I realise that things weren't nearly bad enough for me to feel so sorry for myself and I feel like I was so ungrateful. Now i try not to let her yelling get to me. It's hard at first, but when you look at things from a different perspective it gets easier. I realise that my mom is really stressed out so I shouldn't argue with her and make things even tougher for her. I realise that there are people out there without moms and I know I couldn't live without mine. I realise that there are situations that are ten times worse and I am SOO lucky I'm not in, and because of that I don't let myself cry anymore because I don't want to be ungrateful. Bhenji, you're strong, and I admire you for that. I'm sure you love your mom - let that give you patience and strength for the times that she has her angry moments. And ARDAAS and SIMRAN is what is REALLY GOING TO GET YOU THROUGH THOSE TOUGH TIMES - so keep on naam jaaping, sister, and let Waheguru worry about all your problems!!! That's all I have to say. I hope things look up for you, best of luck, -paneet.

Here's my experience. My mom has the worst temper in the world. because of it I used to be depressed all the time, I'd go to bed crying, I wouldn't be able to concentrate in school. Now I realise that things weren't nearly bad enough for me to feel so sorry for myself and I feel like I was so ungrateful. Now i try not to let her yelling get to me. It's hard at first, but when you look at things from a different perspective it gets easier. I realise that my mom is really stressed out so I shouldn't argue with her and make things even tougher for her. I realise that there are people out there without moms and I know I couldn't live without mine. I realise that there are situations that are ten times worse and I am SOO lucky I'm not in, and because of that I don't let myself cry anymore because I don't want to be ungrateful. Bhenji, you're strong, and I admire you for that. I'm sure you love your mom - let that give you patience and strength for the times that she has her angry moments. And ARDAAS and SIMRAN is what is REALLY GOING TO GET YOU THROUGH THOSE TOUGH TIMES - so keep on naam jaaping, sister, and let Waheguru worry about all your problems!!! That's all I have to say. I hope things look up for you, best of luck, -paneet.

Ok everyone, let's figure out what we're going to do. We need to know what story we should write about, first of all, and how we should write it (I was thinking that MAYBE we could attempt to make it into a rhyme) Anyone who wants to help, WE NEED YOUR INPUT!

lol that is FUNNY

Waheguru, I am happy, very happy. I used to be miserable, but now I'm happy. Things haven't changed, just my way of thinking. I've learned to be grateful and therefore I've learned to be happy.... and simran and gurbani helps too....

I'm really, really sorry I've taken so long... I'm going to send out an email tonight to everyone who says they're interested. Just gimme a little more time....

I think ppl make the colour into way big a deal. Once I had a baba tell me it's bad to clean shoes (seva) with an orange cloth. I don't believe that because I don't think colour has any significance. I think the Nishaan Sahib is just traditionally orange. It would make sense cuz orange is one of those colours that people used and still use alot in India. Please, if I've said something wrong please correct me. I don't know much myself, this is just what I think.

I think we need to stop callin them Sikhs. They're not. You're right, they are disgraceful, so let's not call them Sikhs to protect our own identity.

I think we need to stop callin them Sikhs. They're not. You're right, they are disgraceful, so let's not call them Sikhs to protect our own identity.

No idea yet. :doh: That gives me an idea... maybe we should have different 'departments' that do different things for the book. So you two could work together on the artwork part, me and a couple of other writers work on the actual story, somebody be in charge of publishing (someone suggested lulu.com, I think that's a great idea), things like that. What do you guys think? How do you think we should go about this? I don't want to be in charge, I'm not capable or that, so your input is needed! :doh:

I agree. That's why I don't like to put 'Kaur' in my name. Because I have not yet taken amrit, I don't feel like I deserve that title.

:doh: :doh:

Paint? It is pretty handy, isn't it? I found another graphics program... it's pretty simplish but it could be helpful! http://www.artweaver.de/index.php?en_version

I think most ppl use photoshop. It's supposed to be an awesome software program. I can only use MS Paint though (that's all I can afford ).

Wow, I've gotten a surprisingly good response to this. Thanks so much for the interest, guys. I've made a new email specifically for ppl interested in helping out with this project, so you can all add me here: pogo.stick@hotmail.com Hopefully many of you have msn, because maybe we can all get together and discuss this on msn. OR, if anyone lives near Dixie Gurdwara, there is a Guru Gobind Singh Children's meeting tommorow @ 4 o'clock to 6. Some of you can meet me there if you want. Now, I'm just going to ask you guys to state your interests, where'd you like to help out, your talents, something specific you might be good at doing that would help with this project. For example, LltK says they're good at drawing (by the way, do you think you could show us some of your work, please?). Maybe there's someone out there that is an excellent writer. I'd be willing to write the story, but I'd rrather somebody who is really professional and knows a fair bit about Sikh history to write the story. So post away!

That's great. For now it's just an idea, but if we can get more people like you to join in and help we could make this happen.

This is just an idea for now, but I think it could work... I can't get over the fact that there aren't nearly enough resources for Sikh kids to look to and get inspired, get really 'into' Sikhi. I have a little sister at home and she just doesn't want to do her jap ji or simran or ANYTHING. Obviously - she doesn't even understand what it's all about. The kids need something to be inspired by, something that'll keep their interest. I was thinking along the lines of a kid-friendly picture book. It's more than just a good idea - it's practically neccessary, especiially today, when parents just don't have the time or the desire to take the time to sit down with their kids and talk Sikhi. Now I know that we already have plenty of picture books based on Sikhi, but if you really look at them they're not very kid-friendly because of the way that they're written. They're hard for young kids to understand, never mind read on their own. So I was thinking, instead of sitting around and wishing that SOMEONE would make a good-ol modernized sorta picture book, maybe I should start doing this. So, I know there's alot of talent on this forum. I don't want to go through with this like I did with my story contest and get no where, so I'd like to know that if I DO start this, would anyone be willing to be a part of the project.

That was pretty easy, i got 9 right. But I'm still a geek, all the way man!

I heard this story when I went to the gurdwara yesterday and I thought it was really cute, so I thought I'd share it with the sangat. Ok, once there was a little boy, about 3 years old, named Surjit Singh (I don't remember his exact name so we'll just call him that.) One day he noticed his dad eating chocolate chip cookies in the living room with a glass of milk. Little Surjit thought to himself, hey, dad likes milk - I think I'll give him a glass of milk. So with this thought in mind Surjit made made his way to the kitchen. He pulled out a chair from the table and dragged it across the kitchen, creating marks on the floor as he did so. He climbed up onto the chair and onto the kitchen countertops, swung open the cupboards, and went in for a glass. As he did so he sent two other glasses shattering onto the floor. Oblivious to the mess, Surjit climbed down off of the counter, glass in hand, dodging the bits of broken glass. The entire time, surjit's dad had been watching from the living room, wondering if he should step in and save the rest of the kitchen. He wathced as Surjit made his way to the fridge, violently swinging open the refridgerator door. Rather than grabbing the half-empty carton of milk Surjit grabbed the full-to-the-top carton of milk. Determined now, he set the glass down on the floor as he attempted to pour some milk into the glass, but ended up getting most of the milk onto the floor. Finally he set down the open carton of milk, picked up the glass, and excitedly left the kitchen (of course leaving the refridgerator door wide open). Seeing his dad, Surjit began to run into the living room, when suddenly he fell, sending the milk flying all over the furniture. Surjit looked up to see his father covered in milk from head to toe, looked at the mess in the kitchen, and began to cry. He looked into his father's eyes, wondering, what are you going to do to me? But his father simply smiled and gathered little Surjit into his arms, proud to say, "You are my son." Surjit's dad is alot like Guru Gobind Singh ji. Even when we create havoc wherever we go while we're on earth, Guru ji forgives us, only looking at our heart and thegood that we have done (or tried to do.) Guru ji is like our father. Great story or what? Well, the original was alot better, but that's ok.

Ooooh.... I get it!

I really like that. "It's about tiime you realise that it's about time for me..."