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vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh I'm not usually one for posting Youtube videos, but take a look. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=biAoMER95B8 vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh

vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh Read this today on the BBC News site, I thought I would share it here. http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/programmes/from...ent/7392276.stm As Zimbabwe's President Robert Mugabe fights to maintain his grip on power, there are fears of a new wave of violence against his opponents. Orla Guerin reports from Zimbabwe, despite a ban on the BBC. 'No regrets' for Mugabe opponents As Zimbabwe's President Robert Mugabe fights to maintain his grip on power, there are fears of a new wave of violence against his opponents. Orla Guerin reports from Zimbabwe, despite a ban on the BBC. It was the shoes that caught my eye. The man wearing them had served me lunch. He was friendly and polite. His shirt and trousers were spotlessly clean and freshly pressed. But when he brought my bill, his footwear gave him away. I could see his toes poking out through a large hole between the sole and the top of the shoe. The bill came to $20 (£10) - in Zimbabwe dollars that is more than four billion. For the waiter, that probably would have been about three months' take-home pay. Wondering how many billions it would take to buy new shoes, I left a large tip. When he saw the amount, he raised his hand to his heart in thanks. The Zimbabwean currency has become so worthless, that you can find it littering the streets. Five-hundred-thousand-dollar notes lie in the dirt. Nobody bothers to pick them up. A friend in Zimbabwe went shopping for a few gifts this week. When she selected them, in the morning, the bill came to Z$17bn. Three hours later, when she came back to pick them up, the price had risen to Z$21bn. Dying regime? During my stay I met a tour guide, who had worked abroad for years. He came home in 2005, when the economy was already in freefall. "Why come back then?" I asked. "To help bring about change," he said. He told me, as did many Zimbabweans, that the Mugabe era was coming to an end, though he was not sure how. "Our old man is on the way out," he said. "It's the last kick of a dying horse." He spoke firmly but quietly, with a quick glance over his shoulder to see who was about. We talked over dinner, a three-course meal - soup, chicken and dessert. He ate slowly and carefully. "An ordinary man could spend a year without eating a meal like this," he said. The same man told me the churches are a lot fuller these days, not because a suffering nation is finding consolation in religion, but because church groups can sometimes help people find food, or arrange decent burial. Many in Zimbabwe cannot afford the cost of dying. At a small cemetery, where the grasses grew higher than the tombstones, we met a group of young men digging a grave. They were not gravediggers, this was a do-it-yourself funeral. "We are burying our sister," one told me. "She had been sick for a while." The deceased was 37 years old. Dying in your 30s is typical these days. Life expectancy in Zimbabwe is among the lowest in the world. Police Checkpoints Travelling through the country can be an eerie experience. We had the open road all to ourselves for hours. The only distraction along the way was the occasional roadblock, usually manned by relaxed police. With BBC News banned in Zimbabwe, we were running the risk of arrest. But we managed to pass unnoticed, and many ordinary Zimbabweans ran the much greater risk of agreeing to speak to us and tell us their stories. They could expect harsh treatment from the authorities if they were caught. At a remote rural homestead, we were welcomed by a village elder who was no stranger to President Mugabe's wrath. In the past, supporting the opposition MDC had cost him dearly. His home was burned down and his wife was beaten. The fields around the homestead were full of withered corn and the grain stores were empty, but our host wanted to kill a chicken and prepare a meal for us. We thanked him, but said we could not accept. Later that night we found the dead chicken in the back of our truck. Some of those we met were putting their hope in the international community. "They won't let this continue," one man said. "They'll send in the UN." Poll fears But Robert Mugabe knows there will be no-one coming to stop the beatings and the killings by his henchmen. If a second round of voting comes, many may be too afraid to go back to the polls. "Sadly it won't be possible to vote again," one opposition supporter told me, sounding weary. Others may be unable to risk coming out of hiding. I met an MDC activist who was on the run, following a brutal beating. We spoke for just a few minutes. He was too afraid to stay longer. He had had no contact with family or friends for more than six weeks. "If they hear my voice on the radio," he said, "they'll know I'm alive." I asked what he thought would happen, if he was caught again. "It won't be torture then," he said. "It will definitely be death. But if needs be, we are ready to sacrifice our lives to make things better for our children. I have no regrets." vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh

vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh http://www.sikhitothemax.com/page.asp?ShabadID=523 This shabad makes it pretty clear just how vast the potential time scale would be. It would also differ a lot between souls. E.g. an ant can live for up to seven years. Or it can be squished by a human on day one of wandering out of its home. Or, if it's a queen ant it can live about 25 years. In the above shabad it mentions rocks and mountains. What is the 'life'span of a mountain? You're right it would be very interesting, mind-boggling and awe-inspiring to see an average figure, but Gurbani also says many people spend lots and lots of time trying to come up with things like scientific formulae to estimate the greatness of God and creation. However at the end of the day nobody can ever truly describe Akaal Purakh and his play, and their lives pass by in this way. vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh

vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh Yes. vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh

vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh Happy 26th Birthday to Vicky S1ngh! :D I hope you have a nice day with your family and dog(s?). Keep up all the wonderful cyber and non-cyber seva that you do, which helps and inspires so many. :HP: (Btw I shall expect something special in return for making this thread. Thank you in advance.) And B4ND4 says Happy Birthday too . vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh

Rimmel, go study. I sense your passion for this subject and everything, but I hereby ban you from this thread.

"Waheguru Waheguru Waheguru" - Bhai Amrik Singh Ji's favourite phrase.

Stay on topic please.

vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh You should probably ask him directly what he means by that term and advise him from there. None of us here can read his mind. vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh

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vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh I once told a friend that I viewed eating eggs similarly to my view of someone eating her ovaries, which shut her up (and also put her off her lunch). Looking forward to other (more helpful/mature) replies. vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh

vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh What exactly do you mean by you "don't want to follow any organised religion." I'd recommend reading as much Gurbani as possible, preferably doing a Sehaj Paath (with translations/meanings if needed), before making your final decision. vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh

I'm not very sure but historically didn't a turban have a symbolic meaning? Royalty/victory/nobility/specialness.. My head might have just made this up but if it's correct then it's possible that the shabad is referring to that image or idea, rather than directing us to wear turbans. (Just to let everybody know I'm all for dastaaraaaan.)

vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh I would justify it as being part of Punjabi/Indian culture, not Sikhism. In the same way, British people dance a lot but those who are Christians do not try to justify the dancing as being part of Christianity. Gurbani/Bhai Gurdas Ji's Vaaran/Guru Gobind Singh Ji's writings - three of the fundamental pillars to Sikhi and, to my knowledge, none of these proclaim dancing as a part of our Dharam/spirituality. They advocate a different type of dance which you can read about on Ang 350 of Siri Guru Granth Sahib Ji. IMHO, it's really a personal choice. Many of us do things which are not directly related to Sikhism, so what right have we to judge those who do things which our different to the things which we do? For me it comes down to intent. If you feel it's worthwhile and if you can justify it to yourself and your Guru, then go ahead. Sorry for anything I said which was wrong. vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh

I didn't mean to post a zip file, that's just the link that came with the track. You posted the same track anyway so it doesn't matter now . I'd best leave it to the experts! :kid:

If you do decide to go to Southshields, you can stay in the Gurdwara Sahib as they have excellent facilities/rooms there. The following user may be able to tell you more: http://www.sikhsangat.com/index.php?showuser=4162 Gurdwara Khalsa Mero Roop Hai Khas South Shields, West Way South Shields, Tyne & Wear United Kingdom Tel 0191 454 9115

It isn't down.. :umm:

http://www.rajkaregakhalsa.net/audio/Kirta...Fer%20Pyare.zip

I can't believe he won. Btw rimmel I think you should take up writing a newspaper column.

^ That's interesting rimmel Bhenji because from what I've seen I thought it was the opposite! I guess it just depends where you live/who you meet or know. Personally it feels like the older generation where I live has forgotten about 1984. They discourage the youth from talking or learning more about it. But I think the discouragement (is that a word?) sometimes spurs the youth on to find out more via the internet/their friends. Perhaps it's different everywhere.

That's right, I don't know, because (although this may come as a disappointment to some) I am not a mind-reader. So please could you tell us what this topic is about? Otherwise it is likely to get deleted similarly to your 'Oops' topic.

Sony, what is the purpose of this topic please?

vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh (Taken from DiscoverSikhi.com, originally posted by Jasleen Kaur.) A man limps into the main hall of the Fremont Gurdwara. His walk is that peculiar shuffle of someone who has had both legs broken and learned to walk again. his beard is full and black, eyes strong, head high. He is not old enough to be suffering so much pain from the simple act of walking. When he bows his matha tek, his feet tell a horror story of pain. blackened stripes scar the soles of his feet. the hallmark of the Punjab Police- red hot iron bars used to beat the soles... as if by beating the sole they can break the soul. He walks to the side of the Palki Sahib, stopping at the side to gently smooth the pure white sheet and again bow his respect to his Guru. at the back, he touches his head to the ground and straightens the small rug, then on to the next side to smooth and bow. Slowly, he walks to the large container of water at the far side of the hall, sees that it is half empty, and hoists it to his shoulder. Then ever more slowly, he limps out of the room. after a while, he reappears, a full jug on his shoulder, and places it back on it's stand. A heavy job for a man without his pain, yet that smile never leaves his face. Once again he bows his respect, then sits for a bit in meditation. When he rises, it's slowly, bending from the waist rather than the knees. He never quite bends his knees, perhaps they no longer function as they should. He bows one last time, then walks slowly out of the hall. Head high, eyes strong. This Gurdwara, this town, this country has many such men and women. Broken in walk but not in spirit. Devoted, kind, silent and strong. they came alone or in small groups, most of them in the last 25 years. They left homes, jobs, friends and often families behind. They gently and quietly continue their seva, their devotion never fails. their scars are both visible and invisible. You can see them if you look, if you know the horrors they survived. Maybe you just think he is old or perhaps had a bad accident. But this was no accident. When you see him, gently bending to smooth the sheet under the palki sahib, ask yourself one thing. Is this what a terrorist looks like? salok kabeer || Salok, Kabeer: gagan dhamaamaa baajiou pariou neesaanai ghaao || The battle-drum beats in the sky of the mind; aim is taken, and the wound is inflicted. khaeth j maa(n)ddiou sooramaa ab joojhan ko dhaao ||1|| The spiritual warriors enter the field of battle; now is the time to fight! ||1|| sooraa so pehichaaneeai j larai dheen kae haeth || He alone is known as a spiritual hero, who fights in defense of religion. purajaa purajaa katt marai kabehoo n shhaaddai khaeth ||2||2|| He may be cut apart, piece by piece, but he never leaves the field of battle. ||2||2|| vaheguru ji ka khalsa vaheguru ji ki fateh

Singhstah can you tell us more about what the London Mayor actually does and why he's there? (In simple terms. I'm not too clear on it.)