Showing posts with label punjab. Show all posts
Showing posts with label punjab. Show all posts

ЁЯЪйRedefining and Reorienting the Sikh Aspirations for a homeland.ЁЯЪй@ ✒⚔

  1.  Sikh homeland  has been a topic of discussion for a long time, aswellas it has been the cause of  tragedy, pain and bloodshed for lakhs of people in the subcontinent.

2.  Sikhs are mostly simple-hearted God-fearing, hard working people who have been, over a period of time,  psychologically and politically exploited in the name of their religion, by wily politicians, both from within the Sikh community and outside it, including  Hindu and  Muslim politicians.

3.  Sikhs have been befooled, misled,  exploited and killed in name of a bogey state called Khalistan.   I  have been closely watching this horrible  drama, as I have been closely related to it all, being a Punjabi, aswellas being a sufferer of this pseudo- Independence movement, which is deliberately flared up, by wily politicians and agents of deep states of both India and Pakistan,  whenever some more sikhs are to be eliminated.

4.  So, if the SIKHS truly desire to progress, prosper and achieve long-term happiness,  they must understand the basic things   about themselves,  the land of  Punjab, and their exploitation by political foxes as well as their self-destructive undercurrents.

5.  Firstly they must acquaint themselves with the history and  demography of Punjab, and thus understand the actual ground realities of  past  and present  Indian  subcontinent, with  a special focus on the larger region of Punjab. 

6.  Secondly, the SIKHS or Punjabis in general,  need to get free of the extremely destructive narrative of Khalistan, created and maintained by the operatives of dark and elusive underground  agencies of some western countries, and India aswellas Pakistan, in collusion with the FHCP,  'Fox and Hyena  Club of Punjab'.   These forces create inter-communal mistrust and fear amongst different communities, for their petty political gains, and for securing petty share in region's political power aswellas some money. 

7.  Thirdly the SIKHS need to accept and build a more, inclusive, doable and acceptable counter-narrative to replace an unrealistic and undoable narrative of Khalistan. 

8.  Understand and remember this for once and for all that the mighty states of India and Pakistan can not be moved or intimidated by terrorists or extremists.  Both these states are capable of creating  their own ISIS type setup.  Both countries are quite capable of creating,  infiltrating and destroying any violent sepratist  movement.

9.   Thus always remember that an exclusive and narrow-minded Khalistan, based on extreme puritan sikh concepts,  is a self-destructive and suicidal concept, and thus  I do verily  proclaim that, this 'Pseudo Call' was created by the deep state itself.  The fact is that simpleton sikhs have brought it wholesale, during the black days of Khalistan movement,  and there is a fear of them lapping it up once again.

10.  So, the Sikhs must build, accept and REPLACE,   the undoable and 'Designed to be  Self-Destructive  Narrative of Khalistan',  with a  politically and strategically more doable and more inclusive narrative, a narrative of  'Joint Punjab',  modeled on Punjab of SHER-E-PUNJAB, an all inclusive secular and progressive  state of Punjab.

11.  I have come up with a fresh perspective which will serve as a healthy replacement, a better alternative narrative to the failed narrative of Khalistan.  I must say verily, that my theory is not about a 'Sikh Home Land', alone but a more inclusive and all engulfing humanitarian 'Punjabi Homeland', based on  'Unity of All', as envisaged by Nanak, as the spinal Idea of his philosophy.

12.   It's a very deep issue, which itself is the subject matter of volumes  of work, but to begin with this larger region may  just be called 'Punjab' as it always has been, or may even be called  'People's Republic of Punjab'.

13.  The people of 'PRP' will comprise of all  communities holding affinity to all dialects and shades of Punjabi language,  ranging from Hindko, Saraiki, Multani,  Dogri, Gojri, Majhail, Malwai, and many other rural and urban dialects,  and  an all inclusive punjabi culture.

14.  To understand the point better, let's travel back a step or two in  time. When Punjab was ruled by Britishers, it was a territory comprising of 29  truly large, rather huge districts, and 43 princely states, including, Jammu & Kashmir, Patiala, Jind, Nabha, Bahawalpur, Sirmur, Loharu, Dujana, Pataudi, Kalsia, Kapurthala, Mandi, Suket, Rampur Bushahr,  Malerkotla, Suket, Faridkot, Siba, Chamba [a few more], and 28 Small to petty principitalities generally classified as Shimla Hill States, including Kahlur (Bilaspur) . 

15.  During partition, 17 out of these  29 huge districts of Punjab were given to Pakistan, and these districts handed over to Pakistan  had a  very good Sikh presence.  All these sikhs were hardworking and  'well to do' people. They mostly lived in  affluent districts of  Gujranwala, Gujrat, Gurdaspur, Lahore, Lyallpur, Montgomery, Sheikhupura,   Sialkot,   Rawalpindi, Montgomery, Peshawar, Attock, Jhelum, Rawalpindi, Shahpur, Dera Ghazi Khan, Jhang, Mianwali, Multan,  Muzaffargarh, Marhi, and many other  affluent towns and villages of now 'Western Punjab'.

16.  The SIKHS living in these areas were the worst affected population during partition. They were forced  to migrate to India as refugees, leaving their well earned homes and hearths,  or were killed during extremely tragic and violent partition  riots. 

17.  India got just 12 districts, out of  the 29 districts of Punjab, along with 'Patiala & Eastern Punjab Princely States Union', more popularly known as PEPSU.  Please remember that the territories of Delhi, Haryana, Himachal and Chandigarh were a part of joint Punjab.

18.  The 29 districts, were  all administered by a Deputy commissioner each,  and were organised under  5 divisions headed by a commissioner each.  These five divisions were,  Delhi,  Multan, Rawalpindi, Jullundhar, and Lahore.

19.  Delhi Division  had districts namely, Ambala, Delhi, Gurgaon, Hissar, Karnal, Rohtak and Shimla.
Jullundur Division  had
Ferozepore, Hoshiarpur, Jullundur, Kangra and Ludhiana districts.
Lahore Division  had districts namely, Amritsar, Gujranwala, Gujrat, Gurdaspur, Lahore, Lyallpur, Montgomery, Sheikhupura and Sialkot.
 Rawalpindi Division had
Attock, Jhelum, Rawalpindi and Shahpur districts.
Multan Division had districts of Dera Ghazi Khan, Jhang, Mianwali, Multan & Muzaffargarh.

20.  Post Independence, huge territories of Delhi, Haryana, Himachal and Chandigarh  were further separated, from the smaller eastern Punjab, and this happened as a result of an absolutely suicidal demand for a 'Punjabi Suba', made by a very short sighted Sikh leadership.

21.  Then ofcourse the black days of KS happened, Akal takht got razed to ground, tragedy of  84 happened, which was a genocide, and/but the stupidity of Sikh abuse still continues in many places.

22.  My point is that Sikhs have had enough of all this. This stupidity being perpetrated upon sikhs must be brought to an end, to be able to give a truly fair chance to Sikh community. 

23.  As per my theory,  a Sikh Homeland for 'Sikhs Alone',  was never, and is not truly practical.

24.  Even in 1941, the demography of Punjab was 53% Muslims, 29% Hindus, 16% Sikhs and 2% Christians. Sikhs were quite spread out all over the unpartitioned state.  So question of a formation of a Sikh state on religious basis alone, was as remote a possibility, as it is today.

25.  Also remember that, Sikhism in principle is an all inclusive religion. It is about inclusiveness in human society, and not about exclusiveness of a class, creed, colour, caste or religion.

26.  In principle Sikhism does not prescribe to creating any advantage for any one  person or group, at the cost of creating disadvantage to another.

27.   Even Shere-Punjab's Kingdom was ruled by a Sikh, but it was otherwise a secular kingdom, with more than equal number of adminstrative officers, both within and outside the army, being from Hindu,  Muslim aswellas Christian communities.  Religion was never a base for appointment to any high office in Shere-Punjab's Punjab.

28.   As far as Sikh rulers are concerned, a respectably large territory named Patiala was ruled by a Sikh King. Similarly  the territories of Faridkot, Kapurthala, Nabha,  and Jind aka Sangrur were ruled by Sikh Princes, but they were all very very secular in approach to their population.  As a testimony of their secular approach, they built institutions to empower all religions.  Even today the grand temples, gurudwaras, churches and Mosques built in these princely states are a testimony to the secular outlook of their rulers.

29.  Thus the call for a Punjabi republic is not a call for a separate Sikh theocracy,   but a call for a truly secular democracy, with Punjabi language and culture as it's bonding spirit.    Rest of the fine tuning can be done later.

30.  I think it's not an unfair call. The  Pakistani Punjabis as well as the Indian Punjabis should work for it jointly. It is not a call for separation, but to reunite all the areas , which were originally Punjab, including 17 districts, now in Pakistan. 

31.  Think of it, it's a brilliant idea, strategically,  politically, socially, militarily as well as economically.

32.  Other than this, if Sikhs want to ride above their mundane existence, they have to empower themselves with the knowledge of modern technology, and be masters of software, hardware, robotics, biorobotics, and artificial intelligence.

33.    Gone are the days  when rural religious drumming up support techniques,  like playing with Sikh sentiment via 'Be-adbi' etc, or via making this or that 'Sant',  the trumpeter of Sikhs worked.  Sikhs must rise above the old mind set of 'Crest Resistance' movements via tactics designed for  medieval times.  Today it is imperative to become as forward looking and progressive as possible.  Empowerment through education in software development,  medical science,  military science, Law and  through intelligence technologies, is the only possible way to move forward, and this alone will work effectively. 
ЁЯЪйTruth alone is God.ЁЯЪй
@✒Guru Balwant Gurunay.⚔

рикੰриЬਾрим ри╡ਿੱриЪ риХੈрикриЯрии ри░ਾриЬ рижਾ риЕри╕ри▓ੀ ри╕ੰри╕риеਾрикриХ риХੌриг ⁉ @ ✒риЧੁри░ੂ римри▓ри╡ੰрид риЧੁри░ੂрииੇ⚔

1.   риХਿри╕ੇ рилੋри░рио ридੇ риЪੋригਾਂ римਾри░ੇ рибਿри╕риХри╢рии ри╣ੋ ри░ਿри╣ਾ ри╕ੀ। 2019 ри╡ਿੱриЪ ри╣ੋриг ри╡ਾри▓ਿриЖਂ риЪੋригਾਂ ри╡ਿੱриЪ, риоੇри░ੇ рижри╡ਾри░ਾ рик੍ри░ри╕ਾри░рид ри▓ੋриХридਾਂридри░ਿриХ ри╡੍рипри╡ри╢риеਾ ри╡ਿੱриЪ, риЧੈри░риЬਿੱриоੇри╡ਾри░ риЕридੇ риЧрикੌрйЬੀ ри▓ੀрибри░ਾਂ рииੂੰ ри╕ਿੱризੇ риХри░рии рижਾ ри╕ਿризਾਂрид  'римрижри▓ੀ риХри░ римрижри▓ੀ риХри░,  ри╣ри░ римਾри░ римрижри▓ੀ риХри░'  рижੇ риЙрикри▓риХри╢ ри╡ਿੱриЪ риоੈਂ риЖрикригਾ рикੱриЦ ри░ੱриЦ ри░ਿри╣ਾ ри╕ੀ ।

2.   риЗੱриХ рикਿриЖри░ੇ ри╡ੀри░ рииੇ риЯਿрикригੀ риХੀридੀ, риХੇ римрижри▓ੀ риХри░рии рииਾри▓ риХੀ ри╣ੋ риЬੁ риЧਾ риЧੁри░ੂ риЬੀ। рикੰриЬਾрим ри╡ਿੱриЪ ри╣ੀ ри╡ੇриЦ ри▓ри╡ੋ,  риоੱриЭ ри╡ੇриЪ риХੇ риШੋрйЬੀ ри▓риИ, рижੁੱриз рикੀригੋ риЧриП, ри▓ਿੱриж риЪੱриХригੀ рикриИ। риЕридੇੇ рииਾри▓ ри╣ੀ риУри╣рииਾਂ рикридੰриЧ рижੇ рикੂੰриЫрйЬ риЬੋрйЬ ридੀ, риХри╣ਿੰрижੇ 'риЪਾриИਂ риЪਾриИਂ ри▓ਿриЖਂрижਾ ри╕ੀ риХੈрикриЯрии', риХੀ римригਿриЖ⁉

3.   ри╣ੁриг риЧਾੱриЯੀ риЕрйЬ риЧриИ, риЕридੇ риоੈрииੂੰ риЬримਾрим рижੇригਾ рикਿриЖ ри╕ੱриЪੋ ри╕ੱриЪ।  риЕридੇ ри╕ੱриЪ риХੇри╡ри▓ риЗри╣ ри╣ੈ риХੇ риХੈрикриЯрии ри▓ਿриЖਂрижਾ риири╣ੀਂ риЧਿриЖ, римਾримੇриУ, риЖ риЧਿриЖ риори▓ੋриоੱри▓ੀ।

4.   риЬੇ ри╣ри░ри╕ਿриори░рид риХੌри░ рижੀ риХਿੱриХри▓ੀ  риХри▓ੀри░ риЧਾриЙриг ри╡ਾри▓ੇ, ри░ੋрйЫ ри╢ਾрио рииੂੰ риЯੱри▓ੀ рииਾ ри╣ੁੰрижੇ,  риЕридੇ рижਿੱри▓ੀ рижੇ римਾригੀриП рииੇ риХਿри╕ੇ  ри╕ਿੱриЦ рииੂੰ рикੰриЬਾрим рижਾ риоੁੱриЦриоੰридри░ੀ, рикੱриХੇ ридੌри░ ридੇ риеਾрик рижਿੱридਾ ри╣ੁੰрижਾ,  ридਾਂ риЕੱриЬ риХੈрикриЯрии рижੀ риЬਾਂ 'риХਿриХри▓ੀ риХри▓ੀри░ рижੀ, ридੇ рикੱриЧ риоੇри░ੇ ри╡ੀри░ рижੀ' рижੀ ри▓ੀри░ ри╡ੀ рикੰриЬਾрим ри╡ਿੱриЪ рииਾ римриЪੀ ри╣ੁੰрижੀ।

5.  риХੈрикриЯрии 'риЖрик рикਾри░риЯੀ' рижੇ ри▓ੀрибри░ਾਂ рижੀ римੇри╡риХੂрилੀриЖਂ риЕридੇ риЖрикри╕ੀ рилੁੱриЯ рижੀ риШੋрйЬਿриЖਂ риЪрйЬ੍ри╣ риХੇ рикਾри╡ри░ ри╡ਿੱриЪ риЖриЗриЖ ри╣ੈ।

6.    риЬੇ риХਿризри░ੇ риЖрик риЖри▓ੇ рйЩੁрижриЧри░рйЫੀ риЕридੇ Over Confidence рижੀ  риЦੱриЪри░ਾਂ рижੀ ри╣рииੇри░ੀриЖਂ ридੇ ри╕ри╡ਾри░ рииਾ ри╣ੁੰрижੇ, ридਾਂ риЕੱриЬ рикੰриЬਾрим ри╡ਿੱриЪ риХри╣ਾригੀ риХੁੱриЬ ри╣ੋри░ ри╣ੋригੀ ри╕ੀ।  риЖрик риЖри▓ੇ ридਾਂ риЖрикੁ ри╡ਿੱриЪ риоਿрииਿри╕риЯри░ੀриЖਂ ри╡ੰрибрижੇ рйЮਿри░рижੇ ри╕ੀ। риХрипੀ римਿриЬри▓ੀ римੋри░риб ридੇ рикриири╕рик рижੀ риЪੇрипри░риоੈрииੀриЖਂ риЙੱридੇ риЕੱриЦ ри░ੱриЦੀ римੈриаੇ ри╕ੀ।

7.  риЬੇ риЖрик риЖри▓ੇ римੰрижੇ рижਾ рикੁੱрид римригрижੇ, риЕридੇ риХриорйЫри░рилੀриЖਂ рииਾਂ риХри░рижੇ, ридਾਂ риЬਿੱридੀ ри╣ੋриЗ римਾрйЫੀ риХрижੇ рииਾ ри╣ਾри░рижੇ, риЕридੇ  риЕੱриЬ риЗри╣рииਾਂ рижੇ NRI ри╕рикੋри░риЯ ри╡ੀ римਿриЪਾри░ੇ риЗри╣ੋ риЧਾриЙਂрижੇ риири╣ੀਂ рйЮਿри░рижੇੇ, 'рижੱри╕ риХੀ риЦੱриЯਿриЖ риоੈਂ ридੇри░ੀ ри╣ੀри░ римриг риХੇ'।

8.  риЗри╕ ри▓риИ риЗри╣ риХри╣ਿригਾ риЧри▓рид ри╣ੈ риХੇ риХੈрикриЯрии рииੂੰ ри▓ਿриЖਂрижਾ риЧਿриЖ ри╣ੈ, римਾриИ ридਾਂ риЖ риЧਿриЖ, риЕриЧри▓ੀ римਾри░ੀ рилੇри░ риЕриори▓ੀ ри╣ੁригੀ риЖриг риЧੇ, риЗри╕ੇ ри╕рим рижੇ риЪри▓рижੇ। риХਾриоੇрибੀриЕрии римਾриИ риЕриЧри▓ੀ римਾри░ੀ риХੈрикриЯрии ридੇ ри╕ਿੱризੂ рижੀ риХਿриХри▓ੀ риЧਾ риЧਾ риХੇ риЕриори▓ੀ ридੇ риЪਿੱриЯੇ рииੂੰ ри▓ੈ риХੇ риЖриЙриг  риЧੇ।  ридੁри╣ਾрибੇ ри╕ਾриоригੇ ри╣ੋриЙ ри╕ਾри░ਾ риХੁੱриЬ।

9.   риЗри╕ੇ ри╡ਾри╕ридੇ риоੈਂ риХри╣ਿрииਾ ри╣ਾਂ, риХੇ римрижри▓ੀ риХри░, римрижри▓ੀ риХри░। риЬੰридਾ рииੂੰ риЪਾри╣ਿрижਾ ри╣ੈ риХੇ ри╣ри░ рикੰриЬ ри╕ਾри▓ ри╡ਿੱриЪ ри╕ри░риХਾри░ рииਾриоੀ риЧризੀ римрижри▓ рижੇриг, риЕридੇ риЬੇ ри╣ੋ ри╕риХੇ ридਾਂ ри╣ри░ римਾри░ੀ риЧризੀ риЙੱридੇ ри╕ри╡ਾри░ римਿੱри▓ੇ ри╡ੀ римрижри▓риг, рипਾрииੀ ри╕ри░риХਾри░ рижੀ риЦੋੱридੀ ридੇ римੈриариг ри╡ਾри▓ੇ ри▓ੀрибри░ ри╡ੀ римрижри▓ੀ риХри░рижੇ ри░ри╣ਿриг।   риЗри╕ ри▓риЧਾридਾри░ римрижри▓ਾри╡ рииਾри▓ ри╕ри╡ਾри░ੀ риХри░рии ри╡ਾри▓ਿриЖਂ римਿੱри▓ੀриЖਂ рииੂੰ ри╡ੀ, риЖрикੇ ри╣ੀ риаੇриЪੇ риаੱри▓ੇ риЦਾ риХੇ, риХрижੇ ридਾਂ риЕриХри▓ риЖ ри╣ੀ риЬਾриЙ, риЕридੇ риЬੰридਾ ри╡ੀ риШриЯੋ риШੱриЯ риЦੋридੇ ридਾਂ риЪੰриЧੇ риоਾрйЬੇ рикри░риЦригੇ ри╕ਿੱриЦ ри▓риЙ। 

10.  ри╡ੈри╕ੇ риЬੋ ри╣ਾри▓ риЪੱри▓ ри░ਿри╣ਾ ри╣ੈ, риЖриЙриг ри╡ਾри▓ੇ ри╕риоੇਂ ри╡ਿੱриЪ риЗри╣рииਾਂ рикридੰрижри░ਾਂ рииੇ ри╣ри╡ਾ ридੇ ри╡ੀ риЯੈриХри╕ ри▓ਾ рижੇригਾ ри╣ੈ, риЕридੇੇ риЬੰридਾ рииੇ ри╕ਾри░ੇ  ри░ਾриЬрииੀридੀриХ риЕридੇ ри╕ри░риХਾри░ੀ римਿੱри▓ੇ, риЧри▓ੀриЖਂ ри╡ਿੱриЪ риХੱрив риХੱрив риХੇ рикੱриери░ਾਂ риЗੱриЯਾਂ ридੇ рибਾਂриЧਾਂ рииਾри▓ ри╣ੀ риоਾри░ риЫੱрибригੇ рииੇ। риПриХੇ ри╕ੰридਾри▓ੀ  рииੂੰ ридਾਂ риЫੱрибੋ, риоੈрииੂੰ риири╣ੀਂ ри▓риЧрижਾ риХੇ 135 риХри░ੋрйЬ риЕримਾрижੀ рииੂੰ, риЖрикригਾ риЧੁੱри╕ਾ риХривриг ри▓риИ риХਿри╕ੇ римਾри░ਾਂ римੋри░ риЬਾ рижੇри╕ੀ риХੱриЯੇ рижੀ ри╡ੀ ри▓ੋрйЬ рикриК। ри╕рим риХੁੱриЬ рииਿримੇрйЬ рижੇригਾ ри╣ੈ, риЬਿੱрижриг риЬੰридਾ рижਾ риЧੁੱри╕ਾ рижਿриоਾриЧ риЪੋਂ риЪਾри░ рикੌрйЬੀриЖਂ риЙੱридри░ риХੇ риЧри│ੀриЖਂ ри╡ਿੱриЪ риЖ риЧਿриЖ।
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рдЖрджрд░рдгीрдп рдирдоो рдХे рдиाрдо рдПрдХ рдЦुрд▓ा рд╕рди्рджेрд╢।
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India TV, рдкंрдЬाрдм рдкрд░  рд╕ीрдмीрдПрд╕рдИ рдкेрдкрд░ рд▓ीрдХ рдШोрдЯाрд▓े  рдкрд░ рдбिрд╕्рдХрд╕рд╢рди рдХा рдоौрдХा рдоिрд▓ा।  рдХुрдЫ рдЕрдд्рдпंрдд рдЦाрд╕ рдкрд╣рд▓ू, рдЖрдк рд╕े рд╢ेрдпрд░ рдХрд░ рд░рд╣ा рд╣ूँ।

1. CBSE (рд╕ीрдмीрдПрд╕рдИ) рдХे рджрд╕рд╡ीं рдФрд░ рдмाрд╣рд░рд╡ीं рдХे рдЕрд░्рдерд╢ाрд╕्рдд्рд░ рдФрд░ рдЧрдгिрдд  рдкेрдкрд░ рдХे рд▓ीрдХ рд╣ो рдЬाрдиे рдХी рдШрдЯрдиा рд╕рдоाрдЬिрдХ рдФрд░ рд░ाрдЬрдиिрддिрдХ рддौрд░ рдкे рднрдпाрд╡рд╣ рд╣ै।

2.  рдЦрдмрд░ рдпрд╣ рд╣ै рдХि,  28 рд▓ाрдЦ (2800,000) рдкрд░ीрдХ्рд╖ाрд░्рдеी рджोрдмाрд░ा рдЗрди рдкрд░ीрдХ्рд╖ाрдУं рдоें рдмैрдаें рдЧे।  рдпрд╣ рд╕рдм 28 рд▓ाрдЦ рдкрд░ीрдХ्рд╖ाрд░्рдеीрдпों рдПंрд╡рдо  рдЙрди рдХे 28 рд▓ाрдЦ рдкрд░िрд╡ाрд░ों рдХे рд▓िрдпे  рдЕрдд्рдпंрдд рд╡्рдпрдеिрдд рдХрд░рдиे рд╡ाрд▓ी рд╕ूрдЪрдиा рд╣ै।

3. рдпрджी рдпрд╣ рд╕рдд्рдп рд╣ै рдХि, рд╕ीрдмीрдПрд╕рдИ рддрдХ рдкेрдкрд░ рд▓ीрдХ рд╣ोрдиे рдХे рд▓рдХ्рд╖рдг, рдкेрдкрд░ рд▓ीрдХ рд╣ोрдиे рд╕े 24 рдШрдг्рдЯे рдкрд╣рд▓े рд╕ीрдмीрдПрд╕рдИ рдХे рд╕्рд░ोрддों рддрдХ рдкрд╣ुंрдЪ рдЪुрдХे рдеे, рддो рдпा рддो рд╕ीрдмीрдПрд╕рдИ рдХे рдЪीреЮ рдХो рд╢ीрдШ्рд░рддрдо рдиिрд▓ंрдмिрдд рдХिрдпा рдЬाрдпे, рдФрд░ рдпा реЮिрд░ рдЙрд╕ рдЕрдзिрдХाрд░ी рдХो, рдЬिрд╕ рддрдХ рдпрд╣ реЩрдмрд░ рддो рдкрд╣ुंрдЪी, рд▓ेрдХिрди, рд╕рдордп рд░рд╣рддे рдЙрд╕ рдиे, рдпрд╣ рд╕ूрдЪрдиा рд╢्рд░ीрдорддी рдЕрдиीрддा рдХрд░рд╡ाрд▓ рддрдХ рдирд╣ीँ рдкрд╣ुंрдЪाрдИ ।

4.  реЮिрд░ рднी рдоैं рдпрд╣ рдЕрд╡рд╢्рдп рдХрд╣ूँ рдЧा, рдХि рдпрджि рдЕрдиीрддा рдЬी рдиे  рдЕрдкрдиे рдбिрдкाрд░्рдЯрдоेंрдЯ рдХो рдЗрддрдиा рдХрд╕्рд╕ рдХे рдирд╣ीं рд░рдЦा, рдХी рдЙрди рдХे рдбिрдкाрд░्рдЯрдоेंрдЯ рдоें рдХाрд░्рдпрд░рдд рдХोрдИ рднी рдХрд░िंрджा, рдЙрди рддрдХ рдпрд╣ реЩрдмрд░ рд╕рдордп рд░рд╣рддे рди рдкрд╣ुंрдЪाрдП, рдФрд░ рдирддीрдЬрддрди рдЗрд╕ рдХा рдЦрдордпाреЫा рдк्рд░рдзाрдирдоंрдд्рд░ी рдХो реЩुрдж рд╕рдлाрдИ рджेрдиे рдкे рдмрди рдЖрдпे, рддो рдЕрд╡рд╢्рдп  рдХрд╣ीं рди рдХрд╣ीं, реЫिрдо्рдоेрд╡ाрд░ी рд╢्рд░ीрдорддी рдЕрдиीрддा рдХрд░рд╡ाрд▓ рдЬी рдХी рднी рдмрди рдкреЬрддी рд╣ै, рдФрд░ рджेрд╢ рдХे рд╢िрдХ्рд╖ा рдоंрдд्рд░ी рдХी рднी । рдпрджि 24 рдШрдг्рдЯे рдкрд╣рд▓े рдкрд░्рдЪा рд▓ीрдХ рд╣ोрдиे рдХा рдЕंрджेрд╢ा рдоाрдд्рд░ рднी рдеा, рддो рд╕рдо्рдмंрдзिрдд рдкрд░ीрдХ्рд╖ा рд░рдж्рдж рдХрд░ рдХे, рдЗंрдЯрд░рдиेрдЯ рдФрд░ рдЯेрд▓िрд╡िреЫрди рдХे рдЬрд░िрдпे рдкрд░ीрдХ्рд╖ा рд░рдж्рдж рдХिрдпे рдЬाрдиे рдФрд░ рд╕्рдердЧिрдд рдХिрдпे рдЬाрдиे рдХी рд╕ूрдЪрдиा рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеिрдпों рдХो рджी рдЬा рд╕рдХрддी рдеी। рдРрд╕ा рдХрд░рдиे рд╕े рдЗрд╕ рд╕ाрд░े рдХुрдЪрдХ्рд░ рд╕े рдмрдЪा рдЬा рд╕рдХрддा рдеा।

5.  рдпाрдиी рдХी рдмाрдд рдоैрдиेрдЬрдоेंрдЯ рдФрд░ рдбिрд╕ीреЫрди рдоेрдХिंрдЧ рдХे рдлेрд▓िрдпрд░ рдХी рд╣ै, рдФрд░ рдпा реЮिрд░ рдЙрдЪ्рдЪ рдЕрдзिрдХाрд░ीрдпों рдХे рдЕрдкрдиे рдХрд░िрди्рджों рд╕े рдХोрдо्рдпुрдиिрдХेрд╢рди рдлेрд▓िрдпрд░ рдХी рд╣ै। рд▓ेрдХिрди рдЕрдм рдкрдЫрддाрдп рд╣ोрдд рдХ्рдпा, рдЬрдм рдЪिреЬिрдпा рдЪुрдЧ рдЧрдпी рдЦेрдд। рдЕрдм  рдмाрдд, рдЬрди्рддा рдХे рджिрд╡्рдп рджрд░рдмाрд░ рдоें,  рдЫोрдЯे рдоोрдЯे рднेंреЬों, рдмрдХрд░ों рдХी рдмрд▓ी рд╕े рдиिрдмрдЯрдиे рд╡ाрд▓ी рдирд╣ीं, рдпा рддो рднाрд░рддीрдп рд╕्рдХूрд▓ी  рд╢िрдХ्рд╖ा рд╡्рдпрд╡рд╕्рдеा рдХे рдоुрдЦिрдпा, рдпाрдиी рд╢िрдХ्рд╖ाрдоंрдд्рд░ी рдХो рд╣ाрд░ाрдХीрд░ी рдХрд░рдиी рд╣ो рдЧी, рдФрд░ рдпा реЮिрд░ рдЙрди्рд╣ें, рдПрдХ рдирд╣ीं, рдмрд▓्рдХि рдЙрди рд╕рднी рджोрд╖िрдпों рдХो рджрдг्рдб рджेрдиें рдХी рд╡्рдпрд╡рд╕्рдеा, рдХрд░рдиी рд╣ो рдЧी, рдЬिрди рдХे рдХाрд░рдг, 28 рд▓ाрдЦ рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеी, рдФрд░ рдЙрди рдХे рдкрд░िрд╡ाрд░ рд╡्рдпрдеिрдд рд╣ुрдП।

6.  рдХुрд▓ рдоिрд▓ा рдХрд░, рдЕрдм рднाрд░рдд рдоाрддा  рдХाрд▓िрдХा рд╕्рд╡рд░ूрдк рдмрдирдиे рдЬा рд░рд╣ी рд╣ै, рдХ्рдпों рдХी рдн्рд░्рд╖्рдЯाрдЪाрд░ рдХे рд░рдХ्рддрдмीрдЬ рд░ाрдХ्рд╖рд╕ рдЦрдд्рдо рд╣ोрдиे рдХी рдЬрдЧрд╣ рдмреЭрддे рд╣ी рдЬा рд░рд╣े рд╣ैं, рдФрд░ рдоाँ рднाрд░рддी рдХे рдкुрдЬाрд░ी рдоाँ рдХे рдЪрд░рдгों рдоें, рдЕрдкрд░ाрдзिрдпों рдХे рд▓िрдпे рдХреЬे рд╕े рдХреЬा рджрдг्рдб рдоांрдЧрдиे рдХे рдоूрдб рдоें рд╣ैं।

7.  рдЗрд╕ рд▓िрдП рдоेрд░ा рдЖрджрд░рдгीрдп рдк्рд░рдзाрдирдорди्рдд्рд░ी рдЬी рд╕े рдЕрдиुрд░ोрдз рд╣ै рдХी,  рдЬिрд╕ рд╡्рдпрд╡рд╕्рдеा рдкрд░िрд╡рд░्рддрди рдХी рдмाрдд рдоैं рдЕрдХ्рд╕рд░ рдХрд░рддा рд╣ूँ, рдФрд░ рдЬिрд╕ рд╡्рдпрд╡рд╕्рдеा рдкрд░िрд╡рд░्рддрди рдХे рдиाрд░े рдкे рдЖрдк рдЖрдЬ рджेрд╢ рдХी рд╢ीрд░्рд╖ рдЧрдж्рджी рдкे рд╡िрд░ाрдЬрдоाрди рд╣ैं, рдЙрд╕ рдкрд░िрд╡рд░्рддрди рдХी рд╢ुрд░ुрдЖрдд, рдХ्рдпों рди рд╢िрдХ्рд╖ा рд╡्рдпрд╡рд╕्рдеा рдкрд░िрд╡рд░्рддрди рд╕े рд╣ी  рдХी рдЬाрдпे !

8.  рджेрд╢ рдоें рдирдХрд▓ рдФрд░ рдирдХрд▓ी рдбिрдЧ्рд░ी рдХा рдЪрд▓рди рдЬреЬ рд╕े рдЦрдд्рдо рдХрд░рдиे рдХे рд▓िрдП рдЖрд╡рд╢्рдпрдХ рд╣ै, рдХी рдкрд░ीрдХ्рд╖ा рдХे рдлॉрд░्рдоेрдЯ рдХो рд╣ी рдмрджрд▓ рдбाрд▓ा рдЬाрдпे।

9.   рдХेрд╡рд▓ 3 рдШрдг्рдЯे рдХे рдкेрдкрд░ рдХे рдмेрд╕िреЫ рдкे рдпрд╣ рдиिрд░्рдзाрд░िрдд рдирд╣ीं рдХिрдпा рдЬा рд╕рдХрддा, рдХी рдХौрди рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеी рдЕрдкрдиे рдХाрд░्рдпрдХ्рд╖ेрдд्рд░ рдоें рдХिрддрдиा рдХाрдордпाрдм рд╣ो рдЧा। рдпрд╣ рд╕िрд╕्рдЯрдо, рд╕िрд╡ाрдп рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеिрдпों рдХो рддрдиाрд╡ рджेрдиे  рдХे, рдФрд░ рдХुрдЫ рдирд╣ीं рджेрддा। рд╕ाрде рд╣ी рдкाрд╕ рд╣ोрдиे, рдпा  рдЬ्рдпाрджा рдирдо्рдмрд░ рдкाрдиे рдХे  рдк्рд░ेрд╢рд░ рд╕े рд╢िрдХ्рд╖ा рд╡्рдпрд╡рд╕्рдеा рдоें, рдорд╣ंрдЧी рдЯ्рдпुрд╢рди, рдЕрдз्рдпाрдкрдХों рдХी рдЪाрдкрд▓ूрд╕ी, рдкрд░ीрдХ्рд╖ा рдоें рдирдХрд▓ рдХрд░рдиे рдХा рдФрд░/рдпा рдирдХрд▓ी рдбिрдЧ्рд░ी рдк्рд░ाрдк्рдд рдХрд░ рдХे  рдиौрдХрд░ी рд╣ाрд╕िрд▓ рдХрд░рдиे рдХा рдк्рд░ेрд╢рд░ рднी рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеिрдпों рдФрд░ рдпुрд╡ाрдУं рдкрд░ рдмреЭ рдЬाрддा рд╣ै।  рдпाрдиी рдоौрдЬूрджा рдПрдЧ्рдЬाрдоिрдиेрд╢рди рд╕िрд╕्рдЯрдо рд╣ी  рд╢िрдХ्рд╖ा рдк्рд░рдгाрд▓ी рдоें рдн्рд░्рд╖्рдЯाрдЪाрд░ рдХी рдЬреЬ  рд╣ै।

10.  рд╕рдордп рдХी рдЬрд░ूрд░рдд рд╣ै рдХी рдПрдХ рдирдИ рд╢िрдХ्рд╖ा рдк्рд░рдгाрд▓ी рдФрд░ рдкрдж्рдж्рдпрддि рд╢ुрд░ू рд╣ो, рдЬिрд╕ рдоें рдПрдЧ्рдЬाрдоिрдиेрд╢рди 3 рдШрдг्рдЯे рдХे рдкेрдкрд░ рддрдХ рд╕िрдоिрдд рди рд╣ो। рдпрд╣ рдХिрд╕ी рднी рд╡्рдпрдХ्рддि рдХे рдЧुрдгрд╡ाрди рд╣ोрдиे рдХा рд╕рдЪ्рдЪा рдЯेрд╕्рдЯ рдирд╣ीं рд╣ै। рдХोрдИ рднी рд╡्рдпрдХ्рддि, рдЬिрд╕ рдоें рд░рдЯ्рдЯा рдоाрд░ рдХрд░, рдпा рдирдХрд▓ рдоाрд░ рдХрд░ рдк्рд░рд╢्рдиों рдХे рд╕рд╣ी рдЙрдд्рддрд░ рджेрдиे рдХी рдпोрдЧ्рдпрддा  рд╣ै, рдЙрд╕े рдмाрдХीрдпों рд╕े рдЬ्рдпाрджा рдк्рд░рддिрднाрд╡ाрди рдоाрди рд▓ेрдиा, рдПрдХ рдмреЬी рднूрд▓ рд╣ै। рдРрд╕े рдмрд╣ुрдд рд╡्рдпрдХ्рддि рд╣ैं рдЬो рдЗрд╕ рд╕िрд╕्рдЯрдо рдХे рдЪрд▓рддे рдПрдЧ्реЫाрдо рдоें рддो реЮेрд▓ рддрдХ рд╣ो рдЬाрддे рд╣ैं, рд▓ेрдХिрди реЮिрд░ рднी рдпрджी рдЙрди्рд╣ें рдЕрдкрдиे рдЪुрдиिंрджा  рдХाрд░्рдпрдХ्рд╖ेрдд्рд░ рдоें рдЙрддрд░рдиे рдХा рдоौрдХा рджिрдпा рдЬाрдп, рддो рд╡рд╣ рдЕрд╡рд╢्рдп рдЕрдкрдиे рдХ्рд╖ेрдд्рд░ рдоें рд╕реЮрд▓рддा рдкा рд▓ेрддे рд╣ैं, рдФрд░ рдмрд╣ुрдд рдмाрд░ рдФрд░ों рд╕े рдмेрд╣рддрд░ рднी рд╕िрдж्рдз рд╣ोрддे рд╣ैं।

11.  рд╕ो рдЖрд╡рд╢्рдпрдХ рд╣ै рдХी рдоौрдЬूрджा рдкрд░ीрдХ्рд╖ा рдк्рд░рдгाрд▓ीें, рдЬो рдмреЬे рдн्рд░्рд╖्рдЯाрдЪाрд░ рдХी рдЬреЬ рд╣ै, рддрдеा рд╢िрдХ्рд╖ा рдХे рдмाреЫाрд░ीрдХрд░рди рдХा рдоूрд▓ рдХाрд░рдг рднी рд╣ै, рдЗрд╕ рд╕े рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеिрдпों рдХो рдиिрдЬाрдд рджिрд▓ाрдИ рдЬाрдп।  рдЕрдм рд╕рд╡ाрд▓ рдЙрдарддा рд╣ै, рдХी рдЗрд╕ рд╕िрд╕्рдЯрдо рдХा рдмрджрд▓ рдХ्рдпा рд╣ै।

12.  рдмрджрд▓ рд╣ै, рдк्рд░ोрдЬेрдХ्рдЯ рдФрд░ рдЕрд╕ाрдЗрдирдоेंрдЯ рдмेрд╕рдб рдкреЭाрдИ рдХी рд╡्рдпрд╡рд╕्рдеा। рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеिрдпों рдХो рдЖрдЬ рдХे рдпुрдЧ рдоें рдХрдХ्рд╖ा рдоें рд╣ी рдкрдвाрдпा рдЬाрдпे, рдпрд╣ рдЖрд╡рд╢्рдпрдХ рдирд╣ीं। рдХрдХ्рд╖ा рдоें рднी рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рдХो рддोрддों рдХो рдкреЭाрдиे рд╡ाрд▓े рдорджाрд░ी рдХी рддрд░рд╣ं рдирд╣ीं, рдмрд▓्рдХि рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеीрдпों рдХे рд╕рд╣ाрдпрдХ рдХे рд░ूрдк рдоें рдкेрд╢ рдЖрдиा рдЪाрд╣िрдпे।

13.  рдпाрдиि рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рдХो рдЕрдм рдлैрд╕िрд▓िрдЯेрдЯрд░ рдХे рд░ूрдк рдоें рдЖрдЧे рдЖрдиा рдЪाрд╣िрдП।  рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеी рдХो рдирдП рд╕े рдирдП рдк्рд░ोрдЬेрдХ्рдЯ्рд╕ рдФрд░ рдЕрд╕्рд╕ाрдпिрдирдоेंрдЯ्рд╕ рджी рдЬाрдПं, рдФрд░ реЮिрд░ рдЙрди рдЕрд╕्рд╕ाрдпिрдирдоेंрдЯ्рд╕ рдХो рдкрд░िрдкूрд░्рдг рдХрд░рдиे рдХे рд▓िрдпे  рд░िрд╕ोрд░्рд╕ेреЫ рдоुрд╣ैрдпा рдХрд░рд╡ाрдиा, рдпा рдЙрди рддрдХ рдкрд╣ुंрдЪрдиे рдХा рдк्рд░ोрдд्рд╕ाрд╣рди рд╡ рджिрд╢ा рдирд░्рджेрд╢ рджेрдиा рдХाреЮी рд╣ै। рдХोрдИ рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеी рдЬिрддрдиी рдЕрдЪ्рдЫी рд░िрд╕рд░्рдЪ рдпा рдлीрд▓्рдб рд╡рд░्рдХ рдХрд░ рдХे, рдЬिрддрдиे рдЕрдЪ्рдЫे рд╕े рдЕрдкрдиे рдк्рд░ोрдЬेрдХ्рдЯ्рд╕ рдХो рдоुреШ्реШрдорд▓ рдХрд░े, рд╡्рд╣ी рдЙрд╕ рдХी рдпोрдЧ्рдпрддा рдХा рдоाрдкрджрдг्рдб рд╣ोрдиा рдЪाрд╣िрдП।

14.  рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеी рдХो рдХेрд╡рд▓ рдХ्рд▓ाрд╕рд░ूрдо рдоें рдмैрда рдХрд░ рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рдХी рдЯрд░्рд░ рдЯрд░्рд░ рд╕ुрдирдиे рд╕े рдмेрд╣рддрд░ рд╣ो рдЧा, рдХी рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеी,  рд▓ाрдЗрдм्рд░ेрд░िрдпों рдоें рдмैрда рдХрд░ рдХिрддाрдмें рдЦंрдЧाрд▓े, рдЧ्рд░ुрдк рдбिрд╕्рдХрд╢рди्рд╕ рдоें рд╣िрд╕्рд╕ा рд▓े, рдЗंрдЯрд░рдиेрдЯ рдкे рдЕрд╡ेрд▓ेрдмрд▓ рд╕рднी рд╕्рд░ोрддों рдХो рдЦंрдЧाрд▓े, рд╕рдо्рдмंрдзिрдд рдлीрд▓्рдб рдоेँ рдЬा рдХрд░ рд▓ोрдЧों рд╕े рдоिрд▓े, реЫрдоीрдиी рдЬ्рдЮाрди рд╣ाрд╕िрд▓ рдХрд░े, рдФрд░ реЮिрд░ рдпрджी рдХोрдИ рднी рд╢ंрдХा рд╣ो, рддो рдЙрд╕ рдХा рдиिрджाрди рдЕрдкрдиे рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХ рдпा рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХों рд╕े рдоिрд▓ рдХрд░ рдХрд░े। рдЗрд╕ рд╕े рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеी рдХी рдк्рд░рддिрднा рдФрд░ рдЬ्рдЮाрди, рджोрдиों рд╣ी рдЬ्рдпाрджा рдмेрд╣рддрд░ рдбेрд╡ेрд▓рдк рд╣ों рдЧे।

15.   рдк्рд░рдзाрдирдоंрдд्рд░ी рдХी рд╕्рдХिрд▓ рдбेрд╡ेрд▓рдкрдоेंрдЯ рдХे рдЗрдиिрд╢िрдПрдЯिрд╡ рдХो рдордз्рдпрдирдЬрд░ рд░рдЦрддे рд╣ुрдП, рд╢िрдХ्рд╖рдХों рдХा рдз्рдпाрди, рд╡िрдж्рдпाрд░्рдеी рдоें рд░िрд╕рд░्рдЪ, рдЬ्рдЮाрдиाрд░्рдЬрди, рд╕्рд╡ाрдз्рдпाрдп, рдФрд░ рдк्рд░ैрдХ्рдЯिрдХрд▓ рд╡рд░्рдХ, рддрдеा рдлीрд▓्рдб рд╡рд░्рдХ рдХрд░ рд╕рдХрдиे рдХी рд╕्рдХिрд▓्рд╕ рдбрд╡ेрд▓्рдк рдХрд░рдиे рдоें рд╕рд╣рдпोрдЧ рддрдеा рдЧाрдЗрдбेंрд╕ рджेрдиे рдкрд░ рдЬ्рдпाрджा рд╣ोрдиा рдЪाрд╣िрдП, рдпрд╣ी рдЕрдиिрд╡ाрд░्рдп рд╣ै।  рдпрд╣ 'рдирдИ рд╢िрдХ्рд╖ा рд╡्рдпрд╡рд╕्рдеा' 'рди्рдпू рдЗрдг्рдбिрдпा' рдХे рдиिрд░्рдоाрдг рдХी рддрд░рдл рдПрдХ рд╕ाрд░्рдердХ рдХрджрдо рд╣ो рдЧा।

16.  рдЬрд╣ां рддрдХ рдоौрдЬूрджा рдирдХрд▓ рдШोрдЯाрд▓े рдХी рдмाрдд рд╣ै, рддो рдоेрд░ी рдк्рд░рдзाрдирдорди्рдд्рд░ी рдЬी рд╕े рдпрд╣ी рдЕрд░्реЫ рд╣ै, рдХि рдЕрдм рдоाँ рднाрд░рддी рдХो рд╣िрди्рджू рдоुрд╕्рд▓िрдо  рдиाрдордХ рдмрдХрд░ों рдХी рдирд╣ीं, рдмрд▓्рдХि, рднृрд╖्рдЯाрдЪाрд░ рдФрд░ рдХुрд╡्рдпрд╡рд╕्рдеा рдХे рдЦिрд▓ाрдл рдХिрд╕ी рдмреЬी рдирд░рдмрд▓ी рдХी рдЬрд░ूрд░рдд рд╣ै। Some top heads must roll to set the house in order, or some revolutionary changes must be brought in the assessment system of a student. This is a minimum must. рд╡рд░рдиा рдпрд╣ рдХुрд╡्рдпрд╡рд╕्рдеा рдЖрдк   рдХी рд╣ी рд╕ाрдЦ рдФрд░ рдЕрд╕्рддिрдд्рд╡ рдХो рдХрд╣ीं,  рдмрд▓ी рд╡ेрджी рдкे  рди рдЪреЭा рджे !
ЁЯЪйрддрдд्рдд рд╕рдд्рдд рд╢्рд░ी рдЕрдХाрд▓ЁЯЪй
✒рдЧुрд░ु рдмрд▓рд╡рди्рдд рдЧुрд░ुрдиे⚔

ЁЯЪйIs India suffering from Sikh Phobia, or are they simply building it up once again❔✒GBG⚔

©ЁЯЪйIs India suffering from Sikh Phobia, or are they simply building it up once again❔✒GBG⚔

1. I will begin by verily proclaiming, as if from atop Mount. Sinai, that Politicians have no religion, but they repeatedly use the handle of religion to churn trouble to suite their shallow goals.

2. Sikhs, the common Sikhs got battered in 84, for no fault of their's and were made to feel like 3rd rate citizens inspite of having rendered first grade services to our nation. Ordinary Muslims, going around with living their ever so common lives were similarly battered in Gujrat.  This was tragic, and unluckily the phenomena does not seem to be dying.

3.  Mrs Gandhi's assassination by her own guards, while staying in service of  our late PM, and using their duty hours, wearing their duty uniform, using their duty  weapons and duty ammunition,  to carry out her assassination was unethical,  unbecoming, tragic and uncalled for under any given circumstances, but also at the same time, an instigated mass violence  initiated against the sikh identity as a reaction was equally tragic, criminal, unethical, unjust and uncalled for.

4.  Some people are talking about those dark times to be forgotten. I have seen all that from close quarters. Having lost my dearest Sikh family member to terrorist bullets, having lost my good friends to the anti-sikh mob violence, how can any one who has seen all this so up close, ever forget all the madness that prevailed .

5.  The anger in any sikh, against the mob violence of 84 is natural, and singularly the most isolating factor for Sikhs.

6.  Last but not the least, let me be amply clear that all Sikhs are not Indians and all Indians are not hindus. Hindus as well as Sikhs and muslims are citizens of many different countries across globe.

7. Thus,  If a Canadian Sikh, comes to visit the Golden temple, and  says some thing, why should his statement be used to drum up a false battle against sikh youth in punjab, as if it is not a simple expression of regret, but a trumpet call for re-igniting a separatist movement in Punjab. This most simply put is  sheer  politics.

8.  In light of this, let our present honourable Prime minister, Shri N. Modi, not be guided by political foxes of Punjab politics, just like the Late Madam Prime minister was. Because  when the very man on top is politically prejudiced against imaginary circumstances prevailing in a nation's border state, some very vicious sets of circumstances, may get set in motion, to a great disadvantage of Punjab, aswellas India, both.

9. Let Harjit Sajjan say and express what he feels, why our governments should behave and act as if he represents the sepratists, rather than canada as a nation,  and then let the brown hounds and black cats out, announcing  a new witch hunt. Do the politicians think that people are so dumb.

10. Canadian Defense minister is only speaking his mind out as a sikh. Let him do that and go back home in peace, and so should we, go on minding our own business.Period.

11. Treating Harjit as a sikh rather than the Defense minister of Canada and treating Justin Trudo as Harjit's friend rather than the Prime minister of Canada was, is and will remain  a diplomatic blunder, a political blooper, an absolute boo-boo, a major  faux pas,  an international goof up, a political wisdom lapse,  a huge international slip and stumble  on part of India.

12.  Afterall, did our own PM not visit Palestine recently, and has the ISIS and Lashkar and other radicals not have, or have had  relations with PLO ?

13.  But in all this hobnobbing and pull and push, if a new strategy to brewup fresh trouble, in already battered punjab is being planned by our own politicians, they better be damned and warned at the same time. They shall miserably fail this time.

14.   How can Canada's Defense minister suddenly become so dangerous for India, or is it just that he happens to be a sikh, and in that case, is India suffering from Sikh-phobia, or are they all just making it up. In both the cases, its stupid, dumb and unfounded.

ЁЯЪйрддрдд्рдд рд╕рдд्рдд рд╢्рд░ी рдЕрдХाрд▓ЁЯЪй
.ЁЯУ┐Guru Balwant Gurunay ⚔

Lets build a United India................


 Aam admi today is seeking explanations issues of policy, accountability  and justice from his sarkar. Is our nation free from disease, ignorance, oppression, corruption, poverty, human rights abuse, crime against women? Is the common man of India free indeed ?  In fact only the ruling elite is enjoying freedom. To add to their fun and social status they also enjoy add-ons like swanky cars, helicopter rides and Z plus security at the cost of taxpayers money, where as commandos who protect them are treated as consumables. (Commando Surinder Singh of Jhajar, who took part in 26/11 operation in Mumbai, struggling to get his pension. Indian Express and Dainik Bhaskar 23rd Nov 2012).
An Indian politician plays havoc with the mind of a nation by abusively exploiting issues of religion, region and caste thus creating and managing a well choreographed chaos which enables him/her to rule this country of 2 billion, year after year and now generation after generation. Many pseudo secular politicians talk of communal divide. These ruthless political hyenas are In fact themselves responsible for creating this divide to gain power by hook or by crook. Media too has been sold out to the neta or taken over by him. The 'Witch's cauldron' of media boils with scandals and scams and is kept frothing by throwing in lizards and snakes of meaning less comedy and irrational soap operas, thus engaging the masses in illusions and distractions, ensuring that they don't think of national unity, security, economy, public health, and other development issues.
I call upon the youth of my country to break beyond all politician made barriers and jump over these pygmy concepts. It's time to fly beyond the limited horizons of regional politics and work for a new political and social order based on national brotherhood and pride. A united India will give your ideas and actions, freedom and strength to capture, harness and enjoy the great potential that our nation holds for us. Great freedom fighters like Bhagat singh, Raj guru, Chandar shekhar azad, Neta ji Subhash and others did not lay down their lives for some regional language or a regional state. Their sacrifices were for one united India.
...Balwant Gurunay...

Biggest Policy Flaw of India, a Flawed Education policy

'Free India, 'Proud India', 'Well earned freedom', 'Freedom at great price', 'Great struggle for freedom', 'United India' 'India Shining'........are they cliche phrases used in India to emotionally fool a nation or have they found substantial expression in our policy and planning? Is India being run by visionaries interested in nation building or opportunist power hungry demons who care a damn for the future of this nation.  India is a free country but are its citizens free in fact? It is high time we review our national circumstances and redefine our freedom. There are hundreds of issues that need SOS attention and action but for this little writing let us focus on the biggest policy flaw of India.
India's biggest Policy Flaw is it's flawed education policy. All our governments since  1947  have done nothing to unite a naturally diverse nation. result is regional powers becomimg stronger and stronger and holding to ransom a nation of billion plus. This could have been avoided by adopting  a well designed educational policy to create a true 'spirit de corps' by uniting India in a strong fiber of one language.  Maharashtra is being claimed by Marathi manush,  Punjab is a Punjabi suba, Assam  by assamese and so on. In this chaos of regional parade encouraged by vested politics a nation called India is lost. No wonder its common place to hear phrases like Hindu nation, Sikh nation, Bodo nation and so on. India today seems more diverse than it was 60 years back. Ironically it is the language of the Englishmen which saves the day by serving as the most common tool of communication across India. Regional languages have been reduced to just but a political agenda by many political parties. This issue is kept alive  to emotionally engage public in issues other than real issues of development, timely justice and human right abuse. If all states of India were to follow a different language policy, will India ever emerge as a truly united country? State level policies with populist motives distance citizens from their true nationality and their nation, that is being Indian and belonging to India. Intentions behind such state level diktats  are motivated by vote bank politics alone in the garb of service to mother tongue. India has one defence policy, one legal system and one foreign policy. When are we going to wake up to the burning need of one educational policy and a standard pattern of education curriculum throughout the country? A national language is the strongest thread to tie any nation in a true union. Now lets look at another reason for this flaw. The Hindi that our government has adopted as its official language is truly speaking not the language of the masses. it is not even spoken the way propagated in the Hindi heart land. No body calls a train a 'Loh Path Gamni" but it is more popularly known as RAIL. No one says 'meri smriti smapat  ho gayi' but would prefer saying 'Mujhe kuch yaad nahi raha'. We must remember that for a language to be popular it has to be the language of the market place or 'Bazar'. So the language of a nation must have a national character. Pop words of punjabi, english, malayalam, bangla etc must be officially included in the hindustani, the language of Hindustan. It is also high time that all state education boards be amalgated with the central board of education and a popular national language, with a standard curriculum and medium of instruction be put in place as soon as possible. If this new language of emerging India has 30% words from english, 30%  from regional languages,  than let it be so.  It is high time that our politicians wake up to this issue and rise above their narrow and selfish agendas of dividing India by dividing its people through encouraging the caste, creed, religion, regional and language divides. At ground level any regional language agenda translates itself in to pure regional politics under the garb of service to 'matri bhasha' or Maa Boli. Today under this policy the government offices in many states issue official letters and documents like birth certificates, ration cards etc in regional language alone. If the citizen wants to use these documents pan India he has to get them translated and attested by notified officials making cumbersome an otherwise simple issue.  Why Cant the documents being issued by any state be bilingual, that is regional as well as national language at least. Its high time that politics takes a back seat viz-a-viz welfare and convenience of a common man.
...Balwant Gurunay...

Women, Army and permanent commision


In light of a Sify post and a long followed story by me and many brother and sister officers, or to put it in better perspective, ‘Fellow Officers’, I came across this news item. As sourced from IANSW. Last Updated: Mon, Aug 02, 2010 18:20 hrs, The government on monday told the apex court bench of Justice J.M. Panchal and Justice Gyan Sudha Misra  that it would consider giving permanent commission within two months to women serving as short service commission officers in the legal and education branches of the Indian Army. After recording the undertaking by Solicitor General Gopal Subramanium, the court restrained the contempt proceedings against the defence ministry arising out of a Delhi High Court verdict directing the grant of permanent commission to women officers in the Indian Army and the Indian Air Force. The solicitor general told the court that the government was inclined to consider granting permanent commission to women officers but it would only be applicable to future appointments. When the court asked why the same could not be extended to the existing officers, Subramanium told the court that even this could be considered. At this, Justice Panchal told the solicitor general: 'Give the benefit (of permanent commission) and then we (court) will examine it (petition)'. At very outset of the hearing, Justice Misra asked: 'If you can't give permanent commission then why you take them under the short service commission?'
My take on this issue comes from conviction, experience and a feeling for our young girls who are joining armed forces. To start with it is worth mentioning that the issue is not about women being short service officers but that of exploitation and abuse of an important part of society over gender bias. As often qouted the root of  this chaos does not lie in troops but officers. It is them who are responsible and accountable for setting a work culture conducive for an army free of gender bias. If the cops can do it so can the faujis. Why are they shying away from this task ?  Let's not forget that the troops in provincial constabulary and all state police forces come from similar background and stock as army and there are any number of IPS and other state cadre women officers who have been working with these men and commanded them. I have had the honour of serving both in the army and police and know verily that any doubts about the women's ability to command a body of troops is absolutely misconceived. The ability to command depends on OLQ's and not on gender of a commander. This should be beyond debate as even dacoits have transgressed the gender bias by having gang leaders like Putli Bai, Phoolan Devi. Munni Bai, Seema Parihar and many others (About 30 by last count). Any number of women police officers are commanding police forces as ADGP's, IG's, DIG's and other ranks. CRPF has women officers as well as troops in their 'Rapid action force' RAF. What is the big deal in their commanding non combatant troops in army? Do you think Rani Laxmi Bai of Jhansi, Rani Ahilya Bai Holkar and Razia sultan who commanded men in battles were men dressed in skirts? They were real women. Even Pakistan has women fighter pilots. It is surprising that Indian army is unable to fulfil the aspirations of it's women citizens even 60 years after independence. Its tragic to see officers who have served the army for 14 years left to fend for themselves on the civy street, just because they are women. It is worth mentioning here that by the time an army officer has put in 15 years of service her children are in higher classes at school or have just about started their college education. If let down at this stage, the difficulties she may face on the civy street could be astounding. It would be counter productive to army's pride and image. Why not give these ladies an opportunity to serve for another 5 years and give them a dignified exit and a well deserved security in form of retirement benifits. What is so special about men who hang their spurs after 20 years where as  women officers are being asked to leave after 15 years. Many of us go by the cliche logic that creating facilities for women is a problem. Does that mean for 15 years the army can look after their adm needs and after that it becomes difficult. Cut that crap out please. My advice is, stop accepting kickbacks in arms deals and class 3 and 4 recruitment's and many other scams that plague the army today and spend that money on uplifting standards of army. It is surprising that lady officers who can serve the toughest tenures as young officers are considered unfit when they are more experienced and seasoned. Why don't you just own up that many commanding officers challenge the male officers in their team by citing examples of efficient and well meaning lady officers. If  inclusion of efficient lady officers is going to give a tough time to 'Maqraa Party', so be it as it is in the larger good of our armed forces. I appreciate our honourable courts and learned Judges for passing the judgements in favour of permanent commission for women and hope our parliamentarians can take necessary action in case an act needs to be passed. I wonder why the army has decided to give permanent commission in Law and education branches but left out, Ordnance, ASC, Int Corps, Mil Police, Army Postal Services. The fact is that in any corps where a woman can be commissioned, she must have a minimum right to pensionable service. Almost all officers of my batch have commanded their units. As per them this issue of not granting permanent commission to women is a complex tragedy not being addressed in time. As per their observation, many lady officers have excellent  OLQs and professional competence. COs dont give them a 9 pointer as on every CO's mind remains the fact that a lady officer  will hang her spurs maximum in 10 to 15 years where as her male coleague is here to stay. This creates an atmosphere of a battle lost, even before being given an equal opportunity to women officers. 
Women are soldiering the armies of  Republic of Korea, South Africa, Eritrea, Libya,  Canada,  United States,  Australia, Israel, Nepal,  New Zealand, Sri Lanka, Thailand, Denmark, Finland,  France,  Germany,  Ireland,  Norway,  Poland,  Russia,  Serbia,  Sweden,  Turkey, Ukraine, United Kingdom, China, and many more. It is noteworthy here that armies of Australia, New Zeland, Canada, Denmark, Finland, France, Italy, Germany, Norway, Israel, Serbia, Sweden, Switzerland permit women to fill active combat roles. Fighter pilot women officers are the order of the day in almost all these countries and many more including Pakistan. The question is why the women officers are being denied their constitutional right in the largest democracy of the world? Why one of the greatest armies on earth is shying away from taking this responsibility ?
Indian lady officers are well deserving and should be made a permanent feature of Indian army. This requires a  clear and honest political will, administrative maturity and prudence. Today our politicians are weak willed and are overwhelmed by their children's survival struggles. Had there been a leader of Priyadarshni's stature alive today, this problem would have been sorted out long back. With a leader like her around, women in army would already have found a right and dignified place. It is time for the top brass of army to pragmatically brood over the issue and restore the pride of our democratic nation by giving it's 50% women population a just stake in the nation's armed forces. If an IAS officer can be posted as a Brigadier or a Major General in the army postal services why are we denying this to girls who chose to serve India by donning the OG's. Let us be clear on this that we are not doing charity by commissioning these brave and talented young girls ? If so, stop doing it. Stop spoiling many young lives by motivating them to join army in name of pride and integrity if we dont have the courage or the acumen to ensure a dignified place for deserving women warriors who chose to join army not as an makeshift arrangement but a passion and a career. Even the paramilitary forces seem to be doing a better job.  
Balwant Gurunay.
 Picture Gallery
Roza Shanina, a Soviet sniper during World War II is credited with 54 confirmed kills. About 400,000 Soviet women served in front-line duty units during the war.
'Warrior queen of Jhansi'
'Joan of Arc'

Four F-15 American pilots from the 3d Wing walk to their respective jets at Joint Base Elmendorf-Richardson.
Sgt. Theresa Lynn Flannery during an attack in April 2004 near Najaf, Iraq, as other soldiers used a wall for cover.
Kellie McCoy, a soldier who led a platoon of combat engineers. She also earned a Bronze Star.
Divya Ajithkumar of Chennai made all women proud by being the parade commander. She is the first lady cadet to receive the "sword of Honour" from Army Chief Gen. V.K. Singh.
Debbie Phua became the first woman to win the Sword of Honour in the Singapore Armed Forces.
Wing Commander Waqar Ahmed and Flying Officer Fatima Tariq in a FT-7 PAF fighter trainer aircraft of Pakistan Air Force . 
'Pride Of A Nation'

‘The Stable at GODESS CASTLE’ a tale by Balwant Gurunay

From Crunchtantra Tales by Balwant Gurunay
Friends as I passed over towns and villages in my quest for practically applying what I had learnt from my Masters and my guide books, I travelled far and wide, from town to town and village to village. In my wanderings I once happened to pass through a place called Goddesscastle. I thought of sticking around there for some time and observe the people and experiment with how a shift in positions and situations can affect the beliefs and values of the people and their behaviour. During my research I happened to pass through many situations, some pleasant some not so pleasant, and met many people, some at places high some low, some in situations good and some not so good. I have put my observations in Goddesscastle or so to say the results of my wanderings in it in to a set of short stories called 'Ballu Nasrudin's Neo tantra Tales'. I witnessed the people and situations closely, some times as a neutral observer and at places chipping in with some stimulus to trigger a situation or a person out of inertia, so as to speedup my experiments but I religiously let the results be a pure outflow of the inherent character of the people invoved and the situations naturaly presented to them by their own effort or sheer circumstances. All chracters and situations in my stories are absolutely based on truth but fictitously caricatured. The aim is simple---- To state the results of my experiments on contemporary Socio- Psychological truths in a story form. There is a small paragraph explaining the background of each of the stories before I begin narrating it.. In some of the stories I am a distant observer and in some a close observer, very close to or within the time and space of action.. {The reason for this being that one can not either study or clean a sewer unless you step in to it where as the fragrance of a garden can be felt from a distance even.}

Here is aTale called     'THE STABLE AT GODDESSCASTLE'
(This story is a spoof on many of the so called false societies and social organisations, which in the name of social work take lakhs of rupees as donation and sponsorship money from goverments and other corporate institutes only to be misused and unscrupulously expended on personal merry making.)
In the town of Goddesscastle once I happened to visit a stable and found some horses and mares there. The stable was being presided over by a horse called Loudvoice . They named him Loudvoice because he was a real LOUDMOUTH. Loudvoice was very depressed and sad because the horses and mares in the stable didn’t care a s---- about him. The moment he would even make a little sound the horses and mares would immediately give him a shut up call.
A time came when Loudvoice became so frustrated and sad that he thought of leaving the stable for once and for all. This was a very sad situation and I was moved by this. I asked Loudvoice not to get depressed and encouraged him and motivated him just to cheer him on. This is when Loudvoice once again started shaking his legs and soon started to take control. His manners were no doubt rough and intimidating so much so that one of the sweet looking older mares even cried aloud when Loudvoice neighed right next to her ear. Oh it was an embarrassing moment for the mare but Loudvoice had a field day and emerged in control.
Now on the very roof of that stable lived a monkey called Doubler. He had a great skill of making sure that his right hand wouldn’t know what his left hand was doing, he could hang on to two horses and jump from one horse back to another like an expert, simply put he was the greatest turncoat I ever met. Now Doubler the monkey was simply a superb double crosser and was thus called 420 the Doubler. Seeing me encourage Loudvoice out of his bad times Doubler once came to me and said,” Sir, do you know that the guy you are trying to encourage does not deserve your encouragement because once he catches pace he is gonna back-kick you , because this is what they all do.
I simply told Doubler not to worry . He should be focused on his game. He could in any case jump from one horse back to another. As far as his worry for me, he need not worry as I am a student of psychology, and in fact I just want to experiment whether a brow beaten and dipressed fellow can turn the tables of a game, just with some encouragement, and if the results come positive than I shall be convinced of the fact, that yes motivation and encouragement can turn around the tables of any game.
Now Doubler told me not to trust a snake or a stubborn horse as they will bite or kick the very hand that feeds them but I asked Doubler not to worry as this is a little price that has to be paid to experiment with the truthfulness of a theory so as to be able to accept it as a law. So, Doubler and I reached an understanding that if Loudmouth succeeds in kicking all the horses out of the stable and if Doubler could show me some of his true talent in finding a place at the high table of the stable with Loudmouth, I shall let doubler be, and get out of the way for ever, and brother, this is what happened.
It was decided that a conference be organized in this city of parallel lines. In this farce of a conference, representatives from many stables were to come from different states. This required for a huge amount of fine mud and good grass to be collected so that all the guests coming from far and wide could roll around in the mud to their hearts fill and enjoy the grass as well. It was decided that as much as possible of mud and grass be collected so that every one can be made happy eating grass and rolling in the mud to ones hearts fill. Loud Voice had to prove a point to all the horses so he tapped all the possible resources that he could and well he turned out to be quite a smart fellow at collecting loads of grass and mud.
Now the owner of the stable named Conman who lived in a big city was impressed, and told Loudvoice to do what he liked. He told Loudvoice that now they deserve to pat each other's back and could be bum chum pals.
This made Loudvoice very confidant and he even told the long time occupiers of the stable who thought they were the hosts to start paying for the grass and mud party and started snubbing the town horses as and when he liked. Some of the horses decided that they shall have nothing to do with this get-together and some just thought, lets go and at least see what Loudvoice does, and be a witness to the show even if it becomes a little embarrassing. Some tried to play along in hope of some gain that they might receive. Most of the people who played along Loudmouth were in fact his official staff. Doubler as expected came in at the right moment and started collecting the spoils of the game. He proved to be real ‘player’ and was all over the place, playing from both the teams, as I and few others saw him doing what he was best at, and could not hold our smiles. For the older horses it was all so very entertaining to see this smart operator make all the right moves and soon even find a place at the high table.
The King of Godesscastle was honourably invited and he was impressed by Loudvoice being the leader of stallions and mares and he extended support to the party in terms of some solid loads of good quality grass and mud. When conman the stable owner saw that even the King has supported this party and has even promised to visit the place as a guest of honour, he was exceptionally happy and he reached Godesscastle in good time.
Conman was a cool operator. A man of smart talents and in fact the owner of many such stables all over the country. He organized many such events time to time. He had organized the stables all over the country with ‘I don’t trust no body attitude’ and controlled this big ‘Tamasha’ with tools of stealth and manipulation. He was a player to hilt, but if Doubler was a little monkey, Conman was the TigerWoods of this game. He organized these events on pretext of some social cause or the other because this exercise was helpful, in not only collecting funds but gaining publicity as well. Many simple and nice people, professors of universities, and some people simply looking for a stage to say some thing, would reach such functions at his invitation, would speak on relevant or irrelevant issues and be happy with a few photographs, a few words in the press and all the little poisons of life. Some Kings or administrators would be roped in on the first and last day for the usual press coverage and turn the event in to big news, or at least, worthy of some media glare. This is how the show went on.
Our friend Loudvoice had by now collected a lot of sponsored mud and grass, which elated Conman and encouraged him. Seeing the positive response of the king of the region, Conman our friend, had sudden ambitions of being a town ship builder. At the right time he praised the King of his magnanimous nature and kind heart and made the demand for a piece of land for the Conman Township right next to the big capital city. Wow! what a move and if it works, Well, Conman and his cronies, shall be happy men and women. This is what I call taking a shot or throwing the dice.
There is something that I noticed as it could not be ignored. There was always a huge crowd during the meal times and the dance sessions of this conference but during the speeches most of the chairs were empty, though sadly so. During meal time the whole place was rocking and folks were just having a good time with Loudmouth and Conman and their family and friends. Doubler came to me on the last day and said, “Brother, with my calculations I can see that in these moments of ‘masti’ and happiness Loudvoice is about to ditch you in a most shameful way, because he is now feeling that he is too well settled in the driving seat and he has started looking at you as a threat rather than a friend. He is also going around telling people that you are an extra smart fellow.
Once I had heard Doubler I told him that oh dear Doubler the monkey, why should you worry, because in fact for me it is just an experiment and for you it is another fresh opportunity”.
Go and be a part of the gang and make Loudvoice feel all the more secure and strong, and tell him, that the race begins now. The race now is between Loudvoice who thinks he is a throughbred and the stable conglomerate owner who thinks he is so much in control, and I assure you that Loudvoice shall win. You have nothing to lose. as once in due time the stable conglomerate owner is going to be back kicked by Loudvoice, he shall try and take over the conglomerate because this is what he is slogging his arse for, so as to have something to do after his retirement from the government job, and, 'You my dear friend Doubler shall rule the horses for some time, atleast till the time' another stallion realizes that U R After all just a monkey.
Me and Doubler rolled laughing all over the place.
All that I was keen on was experimental psychology and all that Doubler was interested in, was some monkey business.
Balwant Gurunay

Perception Management.....by BalwantGurunay

 To gain and maintain the capacity to affect the perceptual abilities of general public, or different segments of it, so as to regulate their resultant perception is the core competency of a perception manager.
Perception is the process by which organisms interpret and organise sensation to produce a meaningful experience of self and the world.  In terms of psychology it is the recognition and interpretation of immediate sensory stimuli, based chiefly on memory, and our basic values and beliefs. It concerns the neurological process by which recognition and interpretation of stimuli around us is affected.
Sensation which is the basis of all perception refers to the immediate, unprocessed result of stimulation  through our external sense organs. Perception, on the other hand is the result of brain having processed the sensory input. Thus perception is the process by which sensory stimulation is translated into organised experience. All experience till now was supposed to come from the real world but with rise of multimedia technology, the power of virtual world has become extremely powerful, resulting in reality being affected or created to suit individual needs as never before. Artificial stimulus can be created by using a mixture of audio-visual aids and the personal or public opinion can be convincingly remodeled within no time. This can be done to serve the interests of an individual, organization or a nation as well as to the disadvantage of an adversary.
Though in terms of NLP we know that map is not the reality but a map happens to be the only reality till the time the subject has had an exposure to an actual reality. In terms of the mental map of any person thing or situation held by the general public, map is in most of the cases, the only reality they ever come across. Their being exposed to true reality could be a 'rare phenomena'. Let’s take Kargil war as an example of this. The strategic reality is known only to the strategic planners on both sides, the battle reality is known only to the tactical commanders in the theatre of action, as far as the general public is concerned, all that they have is just an opinion, and in their opinion, the countries on both sides won the war, as portrayed by their respective medias.
In the world of business the companies continuously try and shape the perception in order to stimulate desired behaviors and purchase actions. The surprising thing is that most of the times perception does not even have to be remotely related to reality. We are dealing here with making the the human mind believe something and than reinforce that belief. Repetition is the key for a deep and lasting impact.
Perception management is one of the most important fields of business management as it has the power to enliven the dead or bring to life absolutely new products, services or solutions. Perception management is also applied in manipulative marketing where first a company creates a product not needed by the public and then tasks its Marketing and Advertising departments to falsely make the public believe that they need the product or the service. In the world of fashion, fashion stylists are responsible for forecasting future fashion designs or  trends where as the perception managers tune and fine tune customer perception  by making sure that these designs are worn by celebrities before so as to set trends. For being a brand manager perception management is the key competency required. Nowdays image management firms are also offering services to celebrity clients. This is all about positive or suitable image building, maintainance and reputation repair. Thus perception management is a science when it comes to its nuts and bolts but an art when it comes to its execution due to its vast and varied applications.
Perception management is nothing new. It has been done for ages by kings and queens who chartered authors or poets to redefine their images and thus their destinies. Hitler as we all know is famous for his propaganda initiative of world war two. The advanced and potent means like satellite television, mobiles, personal computers and hand held internet devices available today to execute perception management operations have created opportunities never available to mankind before.
Perception management is also used by and on political or military leaders at all levels, so as to influence official estimates of their own as well as their enemy's strengths and weaknesses. All this results in influencing the behaviors of individuals, organisations and nations to take actions that are favourable to the objectives of the perception manager. In nut shell, perception management is the soul of all psychological operations. In today's outrageously dynamic and challenging media environment, with adversaries using propaganda to its hilt to serve their ends, Perception Management is the key to all political, military and business success and should be treated as a Core Capability for all these fields of Operations.
How can we forget that even long ago, Alice discovered 'Life' really to be a 'Mad Tea Party' and 'Wonderland' a 'Clever Theme Park' meant to displace 'Reality'.

...Balwant Gurunay...

Capt.VIKRAM BATRA...PVC

balwant gurunay's poetic tribute

реЫिंрджा рд░рд╣ें рдЧी рдЧुрд░ुрдиे рд╡ो рдпाрджों рдоें рдХौрдо рдХी,
рд╢рд╣ीрдж рдРрд╕ी рд░ूрд╣ें рд╣ैं рдЬो рдХрднी рдорд░ рдирд╣ीं рд╕рдХрддी,
рд╣िрдлाрдЬ़рдд рд╕рд░рд╣рджों рдХी рдЬाрди рдкे рд╡ो рдЦेрд▓ рдХрд░рддीं рд╣ैं,
рдоौрдд рдЙрди рд╕े рд╣ै рдбрд░рддी, рд╣ैं рдирд╣ीं рд╡ो рдоौрдд рд╕े рдбрд░рддी।
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Till Eternity they shall live ,
and rule the mind of our nation,
martyrs never die GURUNAY ,
they are God's Godly creation.
they are guardians of our freedom,
they are guardians of our pride,
so that we may live in peace,
they took death in their stride.

A touching account of the life and making of legendary
Vikram Batra, PVC, by his brother Vishal Batra.   
My Brother Vikram, It’s been ten years. A lot has changed. And a lot has remained the same. I have much more grey in my hair. Vikram is as youthful as ever. Time cannot touch him. My dream of visiting Vikram as a commanding officer of a regiment couldn’t come true. But he still commands—in the hearts of the soldiers posted in Kargil and Drass When I talk about Luv, I don’t know where to begin. Capt. Vikram Batra PVC (posthumous) is Luv, and I, his younger twin, Kush. His identical twin. Ours was a childhood spent in the hills of Palampur making the most of our identical looks—playing pranks, filling in for each other and at times even getting punished for one another’s mistakes. The similarity ran deeper than looks. We also had the same interests. Both of us started playing table tennis at the age of ten. It’s another story that Vikram went on to become the school champion for five consecutive years. But I’d like to believe that I had a big hand in that. After all, I chose to lose to him in the semi-finals in the fifth year so that he could make the school record. But deep in my heart, I know that my brother—Shershah of Kargil—was a winner right from the start. Shershah of Kargil. That’s what the enemy too called Vikram. That’s the mark he made on them on those unforgiving mountains of Kargil. I don’t know at what stage Vikram marched on way ahead of all of us. We’d grown up as regular kids, making our choices as we went along. The first different choice that I remember is when our father started giving us Rs 50 a month for the school bus fare. I chose to travel to school by bus. Vikram opted to walk it and instead spend those rupees in the canteen. As we grew up, Vikram opted for the Army, and I, rejected thrice by the Services Selection Board, settled for business administration. How thrilled he was when he made it to the Indian Military Academy (IMA), Dehradun. It was 6 December 1997. Vikram Batra’s dream came true. He took the oath as an Officer of the Indian Army: The Safety, Honour and Welfare of your country comes first, always and every time / The Honour, Welfare and Comfort of the men you command comes next / Your own Ease, Comfort and Safety comes last, always and every time. / Mom and Dad pinned up the stars on his shoulder. He stood there smiling from ear to ear in his crew cut and several kilos thinner after the rigorous training. It was a grand moment. But it wasn’t going to be an easy life and Vikram knew that. When he’d come home on annual leave, we would talk for hours about the challenges he faced in Sopore—the strife-torn town in Jammu & Kashmir’s Baramulla district—which was his first posting. He had been commissioned into 13 JAK Rif. We would dream of the day he would command his regiment and I would get a chance to attend some of the regimental functions with his family and children. That dream is lost now. Never could I have imagined, even in my wildest dreams, that the stories we saw in the famous TV serial, Param Vir Chakra, which we watched at a neighbour’s house in 1985 (we didn’t have a TV at home back then) would one day become so real for me. And Vikram would be the hero. Vikram was awarded the country’s highest gallantry award, posthumously. He was only 24. His famous words from the height of 18,000 feet: “Yeh Dil Maange More,” after victory over the enemy, still ring in my ears. It’s been ten years. A lot has changed. And a lot has remained the same. I have many more grey strands in my hair. Vikram is as youthful as ever. Time cannot touch him. In these last ten years, I have longed to visit those mountains that he conquered. And then suddenly, out of the blue, I got a call to travel to Kargil and Drass. It was as if Vikram was calling me to have a chat with him. I didn’t look back, packed my bags and set out to meet him. I landed in Leh at 10:30 in the morning on 2 July, five days before Vikram’s tenth death anniversary. The valley was more beautiful than it is made out to be in books. From the snow-capped hills surrounding it, I could almost sense Vikram looking at me. I then began the road trip to Drass to meet him. The mountain wind blew faster than the speed of the car and in my mind there was just one picture—of the bearded young man who had become a legend for pushing the enemy back at insurmountable heights where even life does not exist. A little outside Leh, we reached Gurdwara Pathar Sahib. I said a prayer for Vikram and for all those great soldiers guarding those mountains and our motherland. I recalled what Vikram had written in one of his last letters before the attack: ‘Life is at total risk. Anything can happen here. Take care of yourself and Mom and Dad… My picture has appeared in The Times Of India. Keep a copy for me. I want to see it once I’m back.’ The picture had appeared on the front page of The Times of India on 2 July 1999. It showed him standing with an anti-aircraft gun and weapons he had captured from Pakistani soldiers. This was after the first ferocious attack on Peak 5140 launched after they performed pooja at the Ghumri Base Camp with the call of “Durga Mata Ki Jai”. Vikram and his men captured point 5140 on 20 June 1999, and two weeks later, when his company launched the attack on point 4875 on 5 July, Vikram was fatally wounded—hit by sniper fire. The company captured the peak, but after 11 casualties. Vikram was one of them. It was months later, at the Western Command headquarters, when I met the junior commissioned officer (JCO) who was with Vikram the day he was fatally wounded. He was the last man to speak with Vikram. Sub Major Raghunath Singh started wailing when he saw me. He solved the mystery of my twin’s death for me: a young officer, Vikram’s junior, was hit and crying for help. The JCO wanted to go out to help but Vikram stopped him. “The enemy was firing heavily. ‘You have a family and children back home, I will do this,’ saahab said. He stopped me with these words and went out,” Raghunath Singh told me as he wept like a baby, inconsolably. But Vikram was hit by sniper fire. Having realised that, the charged company went berserk, mad with rage at their leader being hit, and killed the enemy soldiers. The tricolour was planted atop point 4875—they call it Batra Top now. Vikram reached Palampur before the sun rose on 11 July 1999. He was wrapped in the tricolour, lying calm almost as if he was trying to catch up on sleep he had lost during these arduous assaults on those treacherous peaks. Was I really so close to those peaks that I could almost see him fighting there? I wanted to reach up there as fast as possible, but the track was treacherous—the rocky mountain on one side and the sheer fall on the other. In some time, we had left the Indus River behind. It was a breathtaking journey. A place so beautiful and yet caught in the crossfire of war a decade ago. Midway, at one of the military posts, we had lunch with the commanding officer of 4 JAK Rif. I also met an officer six months senior to Vikram—now a major—and a JCO, both of whom had fought the war together with Vikram. “You look so much like Vikram Sir,” the JCO said and hugged me. I’ve been told that a billion times in the last ten years. There are people now who know me as Captain Vikram Batra’s brother. Many of them even walk into my office at ICICI Bank in Delhi and stare at me as if they know me. Some of them even say, “We’ve seen you somewhere.” When I tell them I’m Captain Batra’s twin, they say, “Oh, ‘Yeh Dil Mange More,’” and shake my hand. My dream of visiting Vikram as a commanding officer of a regiment couldn’t come true. But Vikram still commands. He’s there in the hearts of the soldiers posted in Kargil and Drass. In that mountain named after him (the Batra Top). And in the transit camp in Drass, called Capt Batra Transit Camp, where weary soldiers break their journey in the call of duty. ‘Call of duty’, the mention of these words takes me back to the days he was to be commissioned as an officer. When he was in the IMA, the footnote of Vikram’s letter pad read, ‘If Death comes to me before I prove my blood, I promise I’ll kill Death.’ You kept your word, Vikram. My Brother, My Twin, I salute you.

What our youth should ASPIRE TO BE

What is it that a youngster should aspire to be?
And how should he or she identify his or her true aspiration?
The youth today is ambitious, and the opportunities are limitless. The 21st century has opened up hundreds of new vistas for the youngsters, offering them many new and satisfying career choices. But in spite of this many a times I find them confused. As a result they go to counsellors and career consultants, who make them, go through a number of aptitude tests. But when the choices have been made by the youth about the career path they desire to tread, mostly I see them reconsidering their choices, as they feel that they have made the wrong choice. It is worth pointing out here that though many counsellors are very helpful and offer a sound advice to the students, a number of times these counsellors are nothing more than stooges or paid agents of some private institutes or universities. So the very purpose of these flashy but flimsy counselling exercises and tests is nothing more than an eye wash with the real purpose of convincing the young students to join one of the courses, offered by the institutes which have commissioned these counsellors. To further convince the gullible youngsters of the authenticity of these courses they are assured of a promising and a lucrative placement, after the completion of their courses, through the in house placement cells of these institutes. Students are all the more convinced when they find that the huge amount of fee that they have to pay to these institutes can be financed from well established and well known banks or financial institutes, which adds further credibility to these courses. So it all seems neatly laid out for them.

Their dreams are shattered and all hopes seem in vain, only when they realise that the kind of job they will actually be able to bag after finishing their studies, in these so called esteemed institutes, with huge buildings and flashy advertisements, will not even be good enough for them to enable them to pay back their study loans. Young students thus become sacrificial goats of this vicious game making them lose a few lakh rupees, and a few years of their precious youth, whereas turning the owners of these institutes in to neo rich prosperous snobs. The students are the real losers in the long run. This situation ends up in sadness and depression for the youth and sometimes even culminates in tragic suicides. Many of these misled students take to crime under intense financial pressures.
The issue is serious and the situation is alarming. The question here is what went wrong and where? The answer lies in attitudinal flaws in the minds of the students and their parents and their timely correction.
I remember a story. Once upon a time there was a monk who also was an accomplished sculptor. He wanted to teach his young students the importance of visualising, realising, seeing and perceiving clearly as to what they wanted to be, or what they wanted to accomplish in their lives. So he asked for a big stone to be brought in to the monastery and got it placed in a hall where he began to carve a statue out of that stone. Alone in a room with a large but shapeless piece of stone, he began to chisel away small chips off that stone. As was expected his young students got curious and came peeping into the hall. They saw the monk working on that stone and asked,” Master what is it that you are making?” The Master said, “I am not making any thing. There is some thing in this stone already and I am only trying to get it out.” The youngsters wondered and said,” Master, we don’t see any thing in there. It’s just a huge stone.” The master as he chiseled and chipped away at the great piece of marble said, “My dear children, I can see it. You are welcome in here only after a month now.”
After a month when the kids came in to see the stone, they were surprised to see a beautiful stone lion in the hall. They all clapped out of joy and that is when the Master spoke. What he said is very relevant for all the young people in this world. The Master said,” Dear children, we all are like a rough stone but inside we all have our unique desires, strengths, weaknesses and so on. The moment we see them clearly we can recognize the true self inside us and know what we are, a lion, a horse, a fairy or an elf. Once we can see that image clearly in our mind we just need to do the needful chiseling or some patch work here and there to turn our unchiselled selves in to beautiful people that we all are, just like this lion hidden in the rough stone.” The problem with our youth is they are not getting this kind of guidance at the right age. What the children in this story innocently observed was that their Guru had to "see" the lion before he could begin carving the statue out of the rough stone. The children in fact witnessed a vision being brought to life. The lion in that block of stone had to be released. Once he had been "seen" inside of that block of stone it was possible to "see" how to "get" him out.
The critical element for any success is vision. The first thing that our parents and teachers at school level must do is, to stimulate and encourage children to visualize, and slowly reach a stage, where as youth they have a clear vision of themselves and their surroundings in light of their own strengths and weaknesses vis-├а-vis the opportunities and threats that their environment offers.
This alone if done well and at the right time shall ensure, that the youngsters choose the professions of their true calling, and live fulfilled lives as individuals and healthy members of a healthy society.
Balwant Gurunay.

Doris Day singing Que Sera Sera click this link.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZbKHDPPrrc

Sufis and Sufism

Sufism is the mystical dimension and expression of the out come of a grand cultural mix that took place in Persia and greater Indian subcontinent. It is the direct outcome of inter mingling of, as well as a jealous struggle between the fundamental religions of this region. Through Sufism, the pure hearted and simple non political folks of this vast region, who were fed up with the never-ending struggle between the different religious, political and social stake holders of the region, found a pure hearted expression of their spiritual quest and day to day mundane issues.
For a simple non traditional Sufi also called a dervish, believing in purity of intention, faith and a belief in nonviolence, is generally more important, than the method or “tariqa”. The stress always remains on purifying one’s inner self and freedom of spirit in devotion to divine.
Many scholars of sufism claim that it is rooted in Muslim culture and tradition, whereas there also are factions of Islam — like Salafism and Wahhabism which consider Sufism heretical.
I In fact agree with Idries Shah, and believe in Sufi philosophy being universal in nature, its roots predating the arising of Islam and the other modern-day religions.
The lexical root of Sufi is rooted in soof or "wool", referring to saf─Б or "purity". Sufism’s greatest message is that we may be woven in different patterns, designs, textures or colors of our physical existence, but peace lies in never forgetting that deep down at the level of our souls we all are pure wool and that purity is worthy of all pursuit, hence sufism stresses on universal brotherhood and tolerance. Sufism preaches the pursuit of 'pure colourless wool' or 'suf ' state of mind as opposed to the materilistic, never ending pursuit of colour, texture and design, which is nothing more than an illusion or 'maya'. The word sufi may also have originated from the Greek word Sophia meaning "wisdom". In Sufism a seeker abandons all notions of dualism and pursues nonndualism to ultimately reach a stage of "un-al-haq", I am God, meaning that a drop of ocean is a drop as well as the ocean,but the very moment its drop conciousness falls apart to realise its oneness with the vastness of ocean, it becomes the ocean, and the drop is no where to be found.
Every one including the scholars or followers of Sufism agree that Sufism cannot be learned through books alone. It can best be learnt by Murshad and Mureed System or the Guru Shishya Parampara. In teaching Sufism, an extensive use of parable, allegory, and metaphor is made.This widely accepted, and a very effective method of training used extensively by the modern management science, is infact a part of Sufi tradition. Sufism stresses up on learning all that is there to be learnt. just to reach the ultimate stage of learning, which is the stage of unlearning, which is quite different from non learning. In other words A sufi learns to learn so as to be able to unlearn again, keaping in mind that what ever has been learnt can change, refreshed or renewed by the greater forces of change in the universe. For a Sufi change is the only true constant in this ever expanding and changing universe.
"Har goshae kayanaat ko chaana maine, jo kuch jaan sakta tha vo jaana maine,
sab kuch jaan gaya jab main aye dost mere, kuch nahin jaanta is baat ko jana maine".
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I searched all corners of the universe for what ever could be known with my limited capabilities, and after having known all I know one thing for sure, that I know nothing-
Sufi's by all means deny any rituals or superstitions. They dont believe in the concept of God being an aloof judge sitting in high place waiting for the judgement day to pass his harsh judgements against those who did not follow some specific way and reward those who pleased him with some pre-prescribed method. A sufi on the other hand looks at God as an all forgiving lover equally eager to embrace his beloved (a sufi) because the pining is there on both sides. In sufism God is the greatest manifestation of pure love and is not at all far from a loving and pure heart. Another great element of sufism is the ultimate reverence to the Guru,master or Murshad.
"Guru gobind dou khare ka ke lagun paaye.
balihari Gguru aapne jis Gobind dia milaye"
(Both my Master and God stand here in front of me ,
to whom should I pay my respects first,
I decide to honour my master first because its only because of him that i know or realise God)
The role of the Murshad is given the greatest importance and the place of greatest revrence also belongs to him. This is the reason that either a living master or his tomb is a place of pilgrimage for a sufi. This becomes very clear in the most famous poetry of Saint Sultan Bahu presented by me in the text of this writing.
Sufis believe in the concept of empty book. When a sufi (mureed) (disciple) is graduated by his Master (Murshad), he is given a symbolic empty book, Signifing no set of rules preached by the master and to be followed by the disciple. It is expected that once a disciple is truly enlightened , he can guide others or be guided him self by his pure concious alone. A sufi masters greatest goal is to take his student to a stage of wisdom and a state of enlightenment where no rules, no shariya can possibly apply.
Sufis for that matter dont think of building a Utopia, but certainly do believe, and in my experience do succeed as well in creating Utopian citizens for sure, thus doing the greatest service to the society. In an ever changing world, where all fundamentlist forces through out history, and even today, have worked and are working towards polarising humanity, thus creating conflict in society, Sufism stands tall as the champion promoter of universal brotherhood , love and peaceful co-existence.
The devotional practices of Sufis from different regions of Globe differ widely as a result of inherent nature of sufism to blend with local culture and tradition of the concerned region, but with factors like. tolerance, universal acceptance, love and above all devotional, meaningfully philosophical and mesmerizing music and dance being central to all of them.
For the purpose of this very short writing I am taking Sufi Saint Sultan Bahu’s case as an example. Just like the other great Sufi Saints,His mystical poetry is an expression of disillusionment with formal, legalistic and institutionalized forms of religion, and of optimistic faith in the possibility of a personal, individual spiritual relationship with God.

Kalam Sultan Bahu
Alif allah chambe di booti, mere murshad man vich laai hu.
Nafi asbaat da paani mileyo, har ragge har jaai hu.
Andar buti mushk machaiya, jaan phulaan te ayi hu.
Jeeve murshad kaamil bahu, jaen eh booti laayi hu.
Allah pareyon haafiz hoiyon, na geya hijaabon parda hu,
Parh parh aalim faazil hoiyon, taalib hoiyon zar da hu.
Lakh hazaar kitaban pariyan, zaalim nafas na marda hu,
Baajh fakeeraan koi na maare, eh oh chor andar da hu.
Eh duniya zan hauz paleeti, keti mal mal dhounde hu.
Duniya kaaran aalim faazil, goushen bah bah ronde hu.
Duniya kaaran lok vichaare, ik pal sukh na saunde hu.
Jina chhadi duniya baahu, kandhi chadh khalounde hu.
Andar hu te baahar vi hu, har dam naal chalenda hu.
Hu da daag muhabbat vaala, har dam peya saddenda hu.
Jithe hu kare rushnaai, chhad andhera vendha hu.
Men kurbaan tinhaan ton baahu, jo hu sahi karenda hu.
Imaan salaamat har koi mange, ishk salamat koi hu.
Mangan imaan, sharmaavan ishkon, dil nu gairat hoi hu.
Jis manzal nu ishk pahunchaave imaan khabar na koi hu,
Ishk salaamat rakhin bahu, diyaan imaan dharoi hu.
Eh tan mera chashma hove, murshad dekh na rajjaan hu,
Loo loo de vich lakh lakh chashma, ik kholan ik kajjan hu.
ena vekhiyan sabr na aave, hor kidey val bhhajaan hu
Murshad da deedaar hai baahu, lakh karoddaan hajjaan hu.

Eh tan rabb sachhe da hujara, vich pa fakira chhaati hu.
Nakar minat khawaajkhizar di, tere andr aab hayaati hu.
Shauk da diva baal anere, mat labhi vasat khaddaati hu.
Marne to pehlan mar jande, jinaan hakk di ramaz pachhaati hu.

One of the best ways to experience the Sufi spirit and understand sufi perspective of God is through Listening to Sufi music. Qawaalli is one of the most easily available formats prevalent today. It has the power to give you a direct experience of divinity. Traditionally the credit for devising this format goes to a great Sufi Saint of Delhi, Hazarat Amir Khusro Sahib from the silsila or lineage and tradition of Saint Hazrat Nizmudin Aulliya. Saint Amir Khusro is also credited with the invention of Tabla, most popular rhythm instrument of the sub continent and Tarranaa , another singing format. Here is a sufi composition by poet Naaz Khiaalvi sung by NFAK
The words of this qawaalli are reproduced here for your convenience.

TUM (GOD) IK GORAKH DHANDA (PUZZLE) HO
(OH GOD YOU ARE A PUZZLE, CAUSE YOU ARE BEYOND OUR LIMITED HUMAN PERCEPTION)
Kabhi Yahaan Tumhen Dhoonda, Kabhi Wahaan Pahuncha
Tumhari Deed Ki Khaatir Kahaan Kahaan Pahuncha
Ghareeb Mit Ga’aye, Pamaal Ho Gaye Lekin
Kisi Talak Na Tera Aaj Tak Nishan Pahuncha
Ho Bhi Nahin Aur Har Jaa Ho
Tum Ek Gorakh Dhanda Ho
Har Zarre Mein Kis Shaan Se Tu Jalwa Numaa Hai

Hairaan Hai Magar Aqal, Ke Kaisaa Hai Tu Kia Hai
Tujhe Dair-O-Haram Mein Dhonda Tu Nahi Milta
Magar Tashreef Farma Tujhe Apne Dil Mein Dekha Hai,
Dhoonde Nahi Mile Ho, Na Dhoonde Se Kahin Tum
Aur Phir Ye Tamasha Hai, Jahan Hum Hain Wahin Tum
Jab bin Tere Koi Doosra Maujood Nahi
Phir Samajh Mein Nahi Aataa Tera Parda Karna.
Harm-O-Dair Mein Hai Jalwa-E-Purfaan Tera
Do Gharon Ka Hai Charaagh ik rukhe Roshan Tera.
Jo Ulfat Mein Tumhari Kho Gaya Hai,
Usi Khoye Hoay Ko Kuch Mila Hai
Na Buut-Khane,Na Kabe Mein Mila Hai,
Magar Tute Hue Dil Mein Mila Hai
Adam Bun Kar Kahin Tu Chup Gaya Hai,
Kaheen Tu Hast Bun Kar Aa Gaya Hai
Nahi Hai Tu To Phir Inkaar Kaisa,
Nafi Bhi Tairay Honay Ka Pata Hai
Main Jis Ko Keh Raha Hoon Apni Hasti,
Agar Wo Tu Nahi To Aur Kia Hai
Nahi Aaya Khayalon Mein Agar Tu,
To Phir Mein Kaisay Samjha Tu Khuda Hai
Hairan Hoon Is Baat Pay, Tum Kaun Ho Kia Ho
Haath Aao To Buut, Haath Na Aao To Khudaa Ho
Aqal Mein Jo Ghir Gaya La-Intiha Kiyon Kar Ho
Jo Samajh Mein Aa Gaya Phir Wo Khuda Kiyon Kar Ho
Falsafi Ko Behas Ke Ander Khuda Milta Nahi
Dore Ko Suljha Raha Hai Aur Sira Milta Nahi
Pata Yun To Bata Dete Ho Sub Ko La-Makaan Apna
Ta’ajub Hai Magar Raehte Ho Tum Toote Hue Dil Mein
Jab Ki Tujh Bin Nahi Koi Maujood
Phir Ye Hangama Aye Khuda Kia Hai
Chupte Nahi Ho, Samne Aate Nahi Ho Tum,
Jalwa Dikha Ke Jalwa Dikhate Nahi Ho Tum
Dair-O-Haram Ke Jhagre Mita’te Nahi Ho Tum,
Jo Asal Baat Hai Wo Batate Nahi To Tum
Hairaan Hun Mairay Dil Mein Samaaye Ho Kis Tarah,
Haalan Ke Do Jahan Mein Samaate Nahi To Tum
Yeah Ma Butt O Haram, Yeah Qaleesa-o-Dair Kiyoon,
Harjaayi Ho Jab hi To Batate Nahi ho Tum
Dil Pe Hairat ne Ajab Rung Jama Rakha Hai,
Ek uljhi Hui Tasveer Bana Rakha Hai
Kuch Samajh Mein Nahi Aata K Ye Chakkar Kia Hai,
Khel kia Tum Nai Azal Say Ye Racha Rakha Hai
Rooh Ko Jism Ke Pinjre Ka Bana Ker Qaidee,
Us Pay Phir Maut Ka Pehra Bhi Bithaa Rakha Hai
De ke Tadbeer K Panchi Ko Uraaney Tum Ne,
Daam-E-Tadbeer bhi Her Simt Bicha Rakha Hai
Kar Ke Araish E Qounain Ki barnuu tu ne,
Khatam Karne Ka Bhi Mansooba Bana Rakha Hai
La-Makaani Ka Bahr-Haal Hai Dawa Bhi Tumhein,
Nahl-O-Akrab Ka Bhi Paighaam Suna Rakha Hai
Ye Buraai, Wo Bhalaai, Ye Jahannum, Wo Bahisht,
Is Ulat Phiar Mein Farmaao To Kia Rakha Hai
Jurm Aadam Nai Kiya Aur Saza Beton Ko,
Adl O Insaaf Ka Mi’aar Bhi Kia Rakha Hai
De ke Insaan ko Dunya Mein Khilafat Apni,
Ik Tamasha Sa Zmaaney Mein Bana Rakha Hai
Apni Pehchaan Ki Khaatir Hai Banaya Sub Ko,
Sub Ki Nazaron Say Magar Khud Ko Chupa Rakha Hai
Nit Naye Naqsh Banatay Ho Mita Dette Ho,
Jaane Kiss Jurm-E-Tamanna Ki Saza Dette Ho,
Kabhi kankkar Ko Bana Dete Ho Hiire Ki Kani,
Kabhi Heeron Ko Bhi Mitti Mein Mila Dete Ho
Zindagi Kitney Hi Murdon Ko Ataa Ki Jis Ne,
Wo Maseeha Bhi Saleebon Pay Saja Dete Ho
Khuwahish-E-Deed Jo Kar Baithey Sir-E-Toor Koi,
Toor Hee Bark e Tajaali Say Jala Daitay Ho.
Naaley Namrood Mein Dalwatay Ho Qudrat Na Khaleeq,
Khud Hee Phir Naar Ko Gulzaar Bana Dete Ho
Chahey Kin-Aaan Mein Phainko Kabhi Maah-kinaan,
Noor Yaqoob Ki Aankhon Ka Bujha Dete Ho
Bech Ke Yusuf Ko Kabhi Misr ke Bazaaron Mein,
Aakhir- Kaar Shah-E-Misr us ko Bana Dete Ho
Jazb-O-Masti Ki Jo Manzil Pe Pahunchta Hai Koi,
Baith Ker Dil Mein Anal-Haq Ki Sadaa Dete Ho.
Khud He Lagwate Ho Phir Kufr K Fatway Us Par,
Khud He Mansoor Ko Sooli Pe Charha Dete Ho
Apni Hasti Bhi Wo Ik Roz Gawa Baithta Hai,
Apne Darshan Ki Lagan Jis Ko Laga Dete Ho
Koi Ranjha Jo Kabhi Khoj Mein Nikle Teri,
Tum Usay Jhang K Bele(medows) Mein Rula(lost) Dete Ho
Just-ju Le keTumhari Jo Chale Qais koi,
Us Ko Majnu Kisi Laila Ka Bana Dete Ho
Jot? Sassi ke Agar dil mein Tumhari Jaage,
Tum Use Tapte Hue thull(desert) mein Jala Dete Ho
Sohni Gar Tum Ko Mahiwaal Tassavur Kar Le,
Us Ko Bikhri Hui Lehron mein Bahaa Dete Ho
Khudh Joh Chaho To Sar-E-Arsh Bula Kar Mehboob,
Ek Hi Raat Mein Meeraaj Kara Dete Ho.
Tum Ek Gorakh Dhanda Ho
Aap Hi Apna Pardaa Ho
Tum Ek Gorakh Dhanda Ho
Jo Kehta Hu, Maanaa tumhen Lagtaa hai Buraa Sa,
Phir Bhi Hai Mujhe Tum Se Baharhaal Gilla Sa
Chup Chaap Rahe Dekhtey Tum Arsh-E-Barin se,
Taptay Hue Karbal Mein Mohammad Ka Nawasa
Kis Tarah Pilata Tha Lahuu Apna Wafa Ko,
Khud Teen Dino Say jo agarche tha Piyasa
Dushmun To Bahar Haal The Dushman Magar Afso's,
Tum Ne Bhi Faraaham Na Kia Pani Zara Sa.
Har Zulm Ki Taufeeq Hai Zaalim Ki Wirasat,
Mazloom ke Hisse mein Tasalli Na Dilasaa.
Kal Taaj Saja Dekha Tha Jis Shaqs ke Sir Pe,
hai Aaj Usi Shaqs ke Haathon Mein Hi kasa
Yeh Kia Hai Agar Puchoon To Kahte Ho Jawaaban,
Is Raaz Se Ho Sakta Nahi Koi Shanasaa.
Tum Ek Gorakh Dhanda Ho
Hairat Ki Ik Dunya Ho, Tum Ek Gorakh Dhanda Ho
Har Aik Jaan Pey Ho, Lekin Pataa Nahin Maloom
Tumahra Naam Suna Nai, Nishaan Nahi Maloom
Tum Ek Gorakh Dhanda Ho
Dil Say Armaan Jo Nikal Jaa’ye To Jugnu Ho Jaa’ye,
Aur Aankhon Mein Simat Aaa’ye To Aansoo Ho Ja’aye
Ja Pe Ya-Huu Ka Jo Be-Hu Karay Hu Mein Kho Kar,
Us Ko Sultaniyaan Mil Jaen wo Baahu Ho Jaaye
Baalgi Ka Na Kisi Ka Ho Churrii Ke Nichey,
Halk-E-Asghar Mein Kabhi Teer Tarazu Ho Jaaye
Tum Ek Gorakh Dhanda Ho
Kis Qadar Beniyaaz Ho Tum Bhi
Daastan-E-Niyaaz Ho Tum Bhi
Raah-E-Tehqeeq Mein Her Gaam Pay Uljhan Dekhun,
Vanhi Halaat-O-Khayalaat Mein Anaban Dekhun
Ban Ke Rah Jaata Hoon Tasaveer Pareshaani Ki,
Gaur Say Jab Bhi Kabhi Duniya Ka Darpan Dekhun
Ek He Khaaq Pay Fitrat Ke Tajaadaat Itne,
Itne Hisson Mein banta ek Hi Angan Dekhun
Kahin Zehmat Ki Sulagti Hui Pat-jhar Ka Samaa,
Kahin Rehmat Ke Barastey Hue Saawan Dekhun
Kahin Phunkartey Darya, Kahin Khaamosh Pahaar,
Kahin Jungle, Kahin Sahra, Kahin Gulshan Dekhun
Khoon Rulata Hai Yeh Taqseem Ka Andaaz Mujhe,
Koi Dhanwaan Yahaan Pe Koi Nirdhan Dekhun
Din Ke Haathon Mein Faqat Ek Sulagtaa Suraj,
Raat Ki Maang Sitaron Sey Muzayyan Dekhun
Kahin Murjhaaye Hue Phool Hain Sach’chaii Ke,
Aur Kahin Jhoot Ke Kaanton Pay Bhi Joban Dekhun
Shams Ki Khaal Kaheen Khinchti Nazar Aati Hai,
Kaheen Sarmad Ki Utarti Hui Gardan Dekhun
Raat Kia Shey Hai Sawera Kia Hai,
Yeah Ujala Yea Andhera Kia Hai
Mein Bhi Naayab Hun Tumhara Aakhir,
Kiyoon Yeh Kehte Ho Ke Tera Kya Hai
Tum Ek Gorakh Dhanda Ho
Dekhne Wala Tujhe Kia Dekhta
Tu Ne Her Rang Se Pardah Kar rakha hai,

Masjid Mandir Yeh Mehkhaney,

Koi Yeh Maaney Koi Woh Maaney
Sub Tere Hein Jaana Kaashaney,
Koi Yeh .........................
Koi hone Ka Tere Qaaiil Hai,
Inkaar Pe Koi Maaiil Hai
Ik Khalq Mein Shaamil Karta Hai,
Ik Sab se Akelaa Rehtaa Hai
Hain Dono Tere Mastanay,
Koi Yeh ................................
Sub Hain Jab Aashiq Tumhare Naam Ke,
Kiyoon Yeh Jhagre Hein Rahim-O-Raam Ke
Dair Mein Tu, Haram Mein Tu
Arsh Pe Tu, Zamin Pe Tu
Jis Ki Pahunch Jahaa Tak hai,
Us K Liye Wahin Pe Tu
Har Ik Rung Mein Yaksa Ho
Tum Ek Gorakh Dhanda Ho
Markaz-E-Justuju, Aalam-E-Rung-O-Boo,
Dum-Ba-Dum Jalwagar Tu Hi Tu Chaar-Su
Hu-Ke-Mahool Mein Kuch Nahi Illah Hu,
Tum Bohot Dilruba Tum Bohot Khoobaru
Arsh Ki Azmatein Farsh Ki Aabroo,
Tum Ho Qonein Ka Haasil-E-Aarzoo
Aankh Ne Kar Lia Aansu'on Se Wazu
Ab To Kar Do Ataa Deid Ka Ik Sabu
Aao Parde Se Tum Aankh ke Ru-Baru,
Chand Lamhe Milan, Do Ghari Guftaguu,
Naaz Japta Phiray Ja Baja Qu-Ba-qu
Wahda-huWahda-hu la Shareeka-La-hu
Allah Hu Allah Hu Allah Hu Allah Hu Allah Hu
To savour this great composition in the immortal voice of Nusrat Fateh ali Khan, click on this link.
video with the english translation of the qawaalli
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKQ2NQ7BR9Q&feature=related
...Balwant Gurunay...