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Youth Leadership Camp to Culminate into a Documentary to be released Worldwide http://www.kalgidharsociety.org/news/amitoj.asp PRESS RELEASE Nov 25th 2006, Atlanta GA Proactive involvement of the Youth to address contemporary issues challenging the Sikh Diaspora is the focus of 2nd Winter Akal Youth Camp to be held from Dec 25th to 30th, 2006 just south of Atlanta, GA at a beautiful group camp facilities in the Indian Springs State Park. 100 Sikh Youths from U.S. and Canada are expected to participate and get engaged in the thought process, discussions, workshops and take steps to address the issues ranging from underage drinking and drug abuse, broken family communications, community involvement to the challenges Sikhs are facing in keeping their identity worldwide. Being a Gursikh is a lot of things, but easy is rarely one of them. This camp is committed to giving the Youth, the tools they need, to respond to the changes and challenges of 21st century. Carving a positive attitude is a theme of the camp. The workshops during the camp are aimed at sowing the seeds of leadership. It is intended that through their own efforts the participants help the workshops to culminate into worthwhile projects and a world class documentary. Ish Amitoj Kaur, who scripted and directed the film 'Kambdi Kalaai' (A first film on Sikh Diaspora) will enjoy the honor of being with the participants all these days for the workshop. Ish has a Masters degree in Theatre from the Punjab University, Chandigarh. Thereafter, she worked and attained fellowship at National School of Drama and worked with various T.V channels as she assisted in the direction of two feature films. More information on her work can be found at: http://www.nn-films.com/ So if you are a Sikh between the ages of 8 and 25, get ready, conserve all your energy for learning from the teachers of Akal Academy and through theatre games derived from 'The Sikh Way of Life'. Get an opportunity to be a part of a documentary that will be released worldwide. For details see below or visit: http://www.kalgidharsociety.org/camp/ATLAN.../atlanta-06.asp Deadline for registration is fast approaching, so please register promptly. CAMP DATES: Dec 25th to 30th, 2006 AGE Limit: 8 & up CAMP FEE: $100.00 (US Dollars One hundred) PROGRAM AND ACTIVITIES : The campers will learn Gurmukhi, Naam Simran, Nitnem, Gurbani Santhya (correct pronunciation), Gurmat, Sikh Philosophy, Sikh history and practical way of Sikh living. Classes for learning keertan will also be provided by the Jatha from Akal Academy, Baru Sahib. To sharpen the mind and body, Yoga, Gatka, and Theatrical Workshops and many other fun activities will take place. CAMP FACILITIES: Rustic cabin style group camping with bunk beds, large kitchens, dining/assembly rooms, restrooms with hot showers and activity areas. The camp will be held at Indian Springs State Park, 678 Lake Clark Road, Flovilla, GA, 30216, USA. http://www.gastateparks.org/info/indspr/ IMPORTANT DATES: Registration Deadline- Nov 30th 2006. (Limited to first 100 participants)

Guys, The idea behind my post was to get you guys inspired to write the TRUTH on the widely visited forum where some GOI agents calling themselves Khalsas are maligning the Sikh cause and Sant Ji's name; whereas others are supporting them. You guys started arguing here. Instead please put your energy in replying to the posts on militaryphotos forum. I request of you. Just check this link out and see if you shouldn't do anything about it ? http://www.militaryphotos.net/forums/showt...ighlight=khalsa Gur Fateh!

Dear Sangat, Wahegur ji ka khalsa, Wahegur ji ki fateh! There is a lot of BS pertaining to operation bluestar and against Sant Bhindrawale on one of the widely visited military discussion forums called militaryphotos.net. Most of it is by a person whose screen name is Rajkhalsa who claims to be a Sikh but just read his posts and you won't believe your eyes. He calls Sant ji names. :D I saw a PolishKhalsa screename defending the Sikh Cause but I think he is alone out there. One of the threads I see currently being discussed can be found at http://www.militaryphotos.net/forums/showt...ighlight=khalsa And Check out the posts by Rajkhalsa. Please go ahead and get yourself registered and put the truth out for the world to see. This forum is visited by thousands of people. Good way to get the people to know about the opression of Sikhs and our struggle. Gur Fateh! Guru Ki Meet

Roots and Wings Pre - 1984 I was merely a little girl then, I lived far away from Punjab I read the biased news about my people in your papers I grew up believing we were wrong. In your text books O India Sikhi was just another stream off your Noble Heritage Gone astray by militant philosophy of the tenth Guru And in present times it did not make sense. We grew up being ridiculed By teachers, playmates and street goers fighting prejudice everyday And being ashamed of our own selves. My parents were busy making ends meet They were the children of the 1947 displacement They had no time for sharing Sikh life and pride They lost it somewhere with all the socio-economic strife. So I grew up confused without an identity With you telling how you did a favor on us refugees I did not know about Sikh history and heritage And its contribution to your freedom, power and existence. But, we had a Sufi [1] worker at our business He was so spiritual and had a sense of wisdom I always found him longing to touch the feet of Guru’s Sikhs He always told me that Gur-Sikhi Jeevan[2] commanded utmost reverence. His words ignited a spark in my soul somewhere The truth had to be found My parents had given me wings It was time to dig the roots in the ground. Then came 1984 The news about several innocents being killed In busses and trains of Punjab Why did I know were setups and propaganda, To create a context for BlueStar[3]. When you stormed Harimander[4] Hot month of June it was Sangat[5] in tens of thousands had come to pay reverence To the great Guru Arjan Shaheeda-de-Sirtaaj[6]. In pretext to disarm a few dozen men You brought tanks, rocket launchers, heavy artillery and cannons You entrapped thousands and cut off their supplies And used poisonous gas to consume those innocents. You killed uncountable mothers, fathers and children After you parched them with thirst, You filled the sarovar[7] with the blood of thousands And tried to patch up your acts by mass cremations. When Lion Bhindrawale[8] was declared found With hundreds of GurSikhs around Something had ached my heart For you it was the beginning of the end; for me it was just a start. Then came fake encounters[9] I suspected things were not how they were shown But just a teenager I was With no access to the truth or cries of bereaving mothers in Punjab. But You know what O cruel Brahmanvaad[10] The ties of Guru’s Kaum are very strong Generations away from Guru’s land But my blood and soul was always a Punjab. Then 30th of October came Satwant & Beant[11] had done their share. You decided to teach 18 million of us another lesson And issued the orders of Sikh massacre. Our house was set afire and a few relatives blazed, Rape, torture and death we had barely escaped. With days of hiding, uncertainty and gloom ahead The spirit was still Guru’s; it couldn’t be scared. When the sad news poured in from all directions, O India you had opened our eyes to the Sikhi connection. We were connected, we were made one; Punjab or outside any place in the world. That awakening had finally taken place That feeling was invaluable, that discovery priceless. As you unveiled your centuries’ long hatred And unleashed your long held wrath! It was a blessing in disguise, I’ll tell you And finally everything had made sense. It was our identity you loathed It was our sovereignty and strength that you despised It was our magnanimity that you thrived on It was our subjugated loyalty that you desired. When those fearless souls revealed the truth And masses pledged to stand up for their nation You feared losing your strength and position And planned this brutal retaliation. The spark had turned into a flame To be a Sikh was no longer a shame I knew we were not one of you And standing up for equality, liberty and justice would never please you. You finally dug your own grave Your cover-ups and false promises will bear no fruits My parents had given me the wings But Thank You India; You put me in touch with my roots. June, 2006 I am a parent of a pre teen now And the flame is a full grown fire That fire; it also burns in his heart And that to you is the start of my 1984’s answer. The fire now burns with full vigor It will consume me lest I take an action Hence I will not sit quiet I pledge to turn it into a revolution. I brought him up telling stories about his heritage About your betrayal, your intentions and your treacheries I am not alone; thousands of Mothers there are That dedicated their lives to this purpose. I will not let him down; in grounding him to his roots. Not one day has passed since he was born That I didn’t tell him a story of Sikh pride Of Khalsa Nation and its sacrifice. This is my revenge O India I will never forget and forgive you I will raise many such more daughters and sons They will never let your cruel intentions come true. They will walk tall; They will be in your face Proving we survived against all odds They will not demolish themselves ashamed by your lies But will stand eternally in Guru’s grace. We will be a strong Nation, We will be sovereign You cannot stop us, The game has just begin. For you see, We are the people of our own destiny, of spirit and of freedom We have wings we roam everywhere, But, We also have roots in truth and perfection. We have roots only in truth and perfection.

www.gurmeetkaur.blogspot.com Roots And Wings Pre - 1984 I was merely a little girl then, I lived far away from Punjab I read the biased news about my people in your papers I grew up believing we were wrong. In your text books O India Sikhi was just another stream off your Noble Heritage Gone astray by militant philosophy of the tenth Guru And in present times it did not make sense. We grew up being ridiculed By teachers, playmates and street goers fighting prejudice everyday And being ashamed of our own selves. My parents were busy making ends meet They were the children of the 1947 displacement They had no time for sharing Sikh life and pride They lost it somewhere with all the socio-economic strife. So I grew up confused without an identity With you telling how you did a favor on us refugees I did not know about Sikh history and heritage And its contribution to your freedom, power and existence. But, we had a Sufi [1] worker at our business He was so spiritual and had a sense of wisdom I always found him longing to touch the feet of Guru’s Sikhs He always told me that Gur-Sikhi Jeevan[2] commanded utmost reverence. His words ignited a spark in my soul somewhere The truth had to be found My parents had given me wings It was time to dig the roots in the ground. Then came 1984 The news about several innocents being killed In busses and trains of Punjab Why did I know were setups and propaganda, To create a context for BlueStar[3]. When you stormed Harimander[4] Hot month of June it was Sangat[5] in tens of thousands had come to pay reverence To the great Guru Arjan Shaheeda-de-Sirtaaj[6]. In pretext to disarm a few dozen men You brought tanks, rocket launchers, heavy artillery and cannons You entrapped thousands and cut off their supplies And used poisonous gas to consume those innocents. You killed uncountable mothers, fathers and children After you parched them with thirst, You filled the sarovar[7] with the blood of thousands And tried to patch up your acts by mass cremations. When Lion Bhindrawale[8] was declared found With hundreds of GurSikhs around Something had ached my heart For you it was the beginning of the end; for me it was just a start. Then came fake encounters[9] I suspected things were not how they were shown But just a teenager I was With no access to the truth or cries of bereaving mothers in Punjab. But You know what O cruel Brahmanvaad[10] The ties of Guru’s Kaum are very strong Generations away from Guru’s land But my blood and soul was always a Punjab. Then 30th of October came Satwant & Beant[11] had done their share. You decided to teach 18 million of us another lesson And issued the orders of Sikh massacre. Our house was set afire and a few relatives blazed, Rape, torture and death we had barely escaped. With days of hiding, uncertainty and gloom ahead The spirit was still Guru’s; it couldn’t be scared. When the sad news poured in from all directions, O India you had opened our eyes to the Sikhi connection. We were connected, we were made one; Punjab or outside any place in the world. That awakening had finally taken place That feeling was invaluable, that discovery priceless. As you unveiled your centuries’ long hatred And unleashed your long held wrath! It was a blessing in disguise, I’ll tell you And finally everything had made sense. It was our identity you loathed It was our sovereignty and strength that you despised It was our magnanimity that you thrived on It was our subjugated loyalty that you desired. When those fearless souls revealed the truth And masses pledged to stand up for their nation You feared losing your strength and position And planned this brutal retaliation. The spark had turned into a flame To be a Sikh was no longer a shame I knew we were not one of you And standing up for equality, liberty and justice would never please you. You finally dug your own grave Your cover-ups and false promises will bear no fruits My parents had given me the wings But Thank You India; You put me in touch with my roots. June, 2006 I am a parent of a pre teen now And the flame is a full grown fire That fire; it also burns in his heart And that to you is the start of my 1984’s answer. The fire now burns with full vigor It will consume me lest I take an action Hence I will not sit quiet I pledge to turn it into a revolution. I brought him up telling stories about his heritage About your betrayal, your intentions and your treacheries I am not alone; thousands of Mothers there are That dedicated their lives to this purpose. I will not let him down; in grounding him to his roots. Not one day has passed since he was born That I didn’t tell him a story of Sikh pride Of Khalsa Nation and its sacrifice. This is my revenge O India I will never forget and forgive you I will raise many such more daughters and sons They will never let your cruel intentions come true. They will walk tall; They will be in your face Proving we survived against all odds They will not demolish themselves ashamed by your lies But will stand eternally in Guru’s grace. We will be a strong Nation, We will be sovereign You cannot stop us, The game has just begin. For you see, We are the people of our own destiny, of spirit and of freedom We have wings we roam everywhere, But, We also have roots in truth and perfection. We have roots only in truth and perfection. 1984's Answer to You O India