<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10018686</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:30:59.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nihang singh's veechars</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nihang singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275635838656949320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10018686.post-113078770988015075</id><published>2005-10-31T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:41:49.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INDIRA'S DEATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/756/1600/89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/384/756/200/89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Indira getting her body riddled with bullets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today marks the day when Bhai Beant Singh Jee and Bhai Satwant Singhe Jee gunned down Indira Gandhi who needs no introduction. Bhai Beant Singh Jee attained martyrdom on the spot, while Bhai Satwant Singh Jee and Bhai Kehar Singh Jee were awarded the death sentence and hanged to death on January 6th, 1989. Below is the Jeevani of Bhai Satwant Singh Jee written by Zorawar Singh on &lt;a href="http://www.tapoban.org"&gt;www.tapoban.org&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we grew up we have often seen pictures of Shaheed Bhai Satwant Singh Agwaan, Shaheed Bhai Beant Singh Malowan and Shaheed Bhai Kehar Singh Mustafabad. These were the Jujarhroo Babbar Sher (Freedom Fighting Mighty Lions) who kept the integrity, pride and Khalsa tradition in our History. History dictates that whoever looked at Amritsar, with an evil eye to destroy it, such as Massa Rangar, Ahmad Shah Abdali, General Dyer and Indira Gandhi, they themselves are destroyed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shaheed Bhai Satwant Singh was born in 1962 in the house of Sardar Tarlok Singh and Sardarni Pyaar Kaur, in the village Agwaan Kurd, district Gurdaspur. Village Agwaan Kurd is only 3km from the India Pakistan border. Bhai Sahib had 2 elder brothers, Gurnam Singh and Waryam Singh, and a younger brother and sister, Swaran Singh and Ranjit Kaur. Bhai Sahib was educated to a higher secondary level at Dera Baba Nanak School. In 1981, Bhai Satwant Singh moved from Burail jail in Uttar Pradesh to a new posting with the Delhi Armed Police. He was a very handsome young man, and an excellent sharp shooter. As a result he was later posted to the personal protection force of the Prime Minister. From the period of 1981 to 1984, he was the personal bodyguard of Indira Gandhi. In 1983, Sarabjit Kaur, the wife of his elder brother Waryam Singh, asked her Massi (maternal aunt) for the hand in marriage of her daughter, Surinder kaur, for Satwant Singh. Soon both of them were engaged. Both families had scheduled the wedding in 1984, but due to the fact that Satwant Singh could not get holidays, it was delayed. JUNE 1984 In June 1984, the Sikh Nation witnessed the power-drunk Brahmin Indira Gandhi send the Indian Army, on the sacred day of the Shaheedi-purb of Sahib Siri Guru Arjan Dev ji, to attack Siri Darbar Sahib, Siri Akal Takht Sahib, and 40 more historical Gurdwaras. They used many battalions of Army and tanks, and attacked the thousands of innocent pilgrims who came to pay respects of the Shaheedi of Guru ji, and many, many Sikh Sangat, Singhs, Singhnian, children and elders became Shaheed. Siri Akal Thakht Sahib was desecrated by tanks. This army action by Indira Gandhi burned in the heart of every Sikh. It was like a great challenge had been placed before the Sikh Nation. The Sikh Nation was extremely angry at the action. As well as the genocide, Siri Harmandar Sahib had been dishonoured, Siri Akal Thakht Sahib had been desecrated. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The times of Massa Rangar had returned, and the Sikh Nation required a Bhai Sukha Singh and Bhai Mehtab Singh. Sikhs say Waheguru sent Sukha Singh and Mehtab Singh to take care of Massa Rangar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;TWO LIONS AWAKEN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bhai Beant Singh Malowan went to see some of his relatives. His uncle (Phuffer ji) was called Kehar Singh and was veknowledgeableble of Sikh philosophy. Beant Singh was in a state of shame, mixed with anger and depression. He asked, Ã¢ÂÂPhuffer ji, will Waheguru send a Sukha Singh and Mehtab Singh to avenge this sin of desecration of Siri Darbar Sahib?Ã¢ÂÂ While handing him a book on Baba Jarnail Singh Bindranwale, his uncle replied, Ãgrieveo not greive, if you have love with Sikhi, then learn that giving your head, and taking a head for Sikhi are equal. After all, someone has to be the sons of Sukha Singh and Mehtab Singh. They took Khande de Pahul Amrit from Sahib Siri Guru Gobind Singh, and then went and took the head of Massa Rangar to stop the desecration of Siri Darbar Sahib and became legends in Sikh History. We need to remember them, and become like them.Ã¢ÂÂThese words from his uncle were like a spear in his heart. Now Bhai Beant Singh was looking for a companion who would sacrifice all to avenge the action on Sir Darbar Sahib. Eventually Beant Singhs eye fell on Satwant Singh, who in Indira Gandhi`s protection force with him. When he carefully approached Satwant Singh, the young Singh responded Ã¢ÂÂElder brother, for this sacred task, not only this life, but even if I have to sacrifice several lives, I would to kill a brutal murderer like Indira Gandhi!  Ã¢ÂÂ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THEY BEGIN THEIR TASK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First Beant Singh and Satwant Singh wanted to see with their own eyes what Indira Gandhi had done in Punjab, and at Amritsar. The three Singhs shocked at the scene at Siri Akal Thakht Sahib, made their minds up and went to Siri Darbar Sahib and did ardas, Ã¢ÂÂOh Akaal Purkh, give us strength!Ã¢ÂÂAfter seeing the state of Siri Darbar Sahib, both Satwant Singh and Beant Singh returned to Delhi back to their duty. On 24th October 1984, Beant Singh and Satwant Singh took Amrit at a Gurdwara in Delhi. Neither were particularly knowledgeable on Gurbani, but Operation Blue Star and the legend of Sukha Singh and Mehtab Singh were foremost in their mind. This is what led them to take the blessing of Amrit. Satwant Singh always had the late shift, and Beant Singh always had the early shift. They had to work out a way to both be on duty together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On 31st October, Satwant Singh faked a stomach bug, and swapped duties with another guard. Now they had to decide how to do the task. They decided the best time was when Indira Gandhi was doing her walkabout. On the morning of 31st October 1984 at 9am as Indira Gandhi walked from her house to her office at Safardajung Road. Bhai Beant Singh shot her 5 times with his service revolver. Bhai Satwant Singh at the same time lifted his Thompson Staingun and shot 28 bullets. Seeing Indira Gandhi fall, all of her PA`s and ministers ran for their lives. The Indo-Tibetian Border Police commandos, who also guarded the grounds would not come close. Both Singhs shouted Ã¢ÂÂBole So Nihal, Sat Sri Akaal!!Ã¢ÂÂ. The Singhs shouted, Ã¢ÂÂWe have done what we needed to, now you can do what you have to.Ã¢ÂÂ Then both placed their weapons on the floor. Only then did the other guards come and arrest them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Both Singhs were taken to a room, while they waited for a senior officer to interrogate them. While waiting the commandos started swearing at the Singhs. Not tolerating this, Bhai Satwant Singh slapped the commando, and a struggle ensued, in which Satwant singh grabbed the commandos handgun. The other commandos started shooting at the Singhs. Bhai Beant Singh died there from gunshot wounds. Bhai Satwant Singh was seriously injured. On arrival of a senior officer, Bhai Satwant Singh was taken to hospital. The officers wanted to know who else was part of the conspiracy. They did not know that these Singhs were acting alone because of the attack on Siri Darbar Sahib, Siri Akal Thakht Sahib, and the 40 Gurdwaras, the Sikh genocide of Singhs, singhnians, children and elders, and the legend of 6th June 1740, when Sukha Singh and Mehtab Singh took revenge on Massa Rangar. The Government had saved Bhai Satwant Singhs life, but intentionally did not remove one bullet which was lodged near his spine continuously causing him great pain. Despite this and other interrogation torture, Satwant Singh always maintained that there was no conspiracy, and the two were acting alone. He said, Ã¢ÂÂThis is our Khalsa tradition to avenge those who try to desecrate our holy places. We were happy to take this task. The Sikh Nation will be proud of us.Ã¢ÂÂ The Government did not accept this, and took two innocent Sikhs, Kehar Singh and Balbir Singh and framed them with the assassination case aswell. They were jailed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE DEDICATION OF BIBI SURINDER KAUR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bhai Satwant Singh was kepfianceTihar jail in Delhi. His family and his fiancÃÂ©e, Bibi Surinder kaur were only allowed to meet him 3 times. The bullet near his spine was still causing him great pain. The authorities would not allow doctors to see him. So one day he used his own finger nail to cut his skin and remove the bullet. After the bullet was removed, he regained his health and was in a state of Chardi Kala! The authorities witnessing his better health and shining face, thought of new methods fiancefect him and his family. They stopped his fiancÃÂ©e from visiting him, stating that she can only visit once they have married. Bibi Surinder Kaur decided she would marry a photo of Satwant Singh, so that they could not use this excuse. Their relatives were unhappy with this decision. Bhai Satwant Singh`s father, Sardar Tarlok Singh stated, Ã¢ÂÂDear daughter, we will marry you to our youngest son Swaran Singh. The Khalsa Panth has had to deal with this brutal Indian Government. How can you ever expect any justice from such a brutal regime? Even courts are just pawns in the hands of Rajiv Gandhi. There is no hope that Satwant Singh will ever be free!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ã¢ÂÂBibi Surinder kaur replied, Ã¢ÂÂBapu ji, a woman only ever loves one man. I have already accepted Satwant Singh as my beloved husband. He is my husband, and I am his wife. That is how it shall remain. The brother of Satwant Singh, will be my brother.Ã¢ÂÂBibi Surinder kaur`s father, Sardar Virsa Singh said, Ã¢ÂÂDaughter, if you do not change your decision to marry the photo of Satwant Singh, then I will commit suicide by taking poison!Ã¢ÂÂBibi Surinder Kaur replied, Ã¢ÂÂDear Father ji, Gurbani states, Marran Lekiaee Mandal Mae Ayee, every person has their death written by Akaal Purkh Waheguru before they are born on this earth. Waheguru has already written your last breath, and in the same way the decision on my marriage to Satwant Singh cannot change either. If it is written that he is going to die by hanging, then that will happen also. I am ready to face whatever comes my way in the future. Until my last breath, I will never let any stain come on respect due to the dastaar of Satwant Singh, your dastaar father, and the dastaar of my father-in-law.Ã¢ÂÂ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was now the year 1988, the role of Siri Akal Thakht Jathedar was held by the dubious Jasvir Singh Rode. Due to the fact that Bibi Surinder Kaur would not change her mind to marry the photo of Satwant Singh, both families decided to take her to the Jathedar so he could convince her. Jasvir Singh said to her, Ã¢ÂÂBibi, do not rush to make such a big decision. There is no hope that the authorities will not give Satwant Singh a sentence of hanging. So do not make such a big life decision, without thinking it throughÃ¢ÂÂ¦Ã¢ÂÂBibi Surinder kaur replied, Ã¢ÂÂSingh Sahib ji, you are right. The authorities will give Satwant Singh the hangmans noose. Both our families had decided to marry me and Satwant Singh. Due to Satwant Singh not getting holidays, the wedding was delayed at the last moment. However if Satwant Singh killed Indira Gandhi after our marriage, then he would have been sentenced to hanging aswell. I, as Satwant Singhs wife would have had to see every hard time in the future. My husband, Satwant Singh did a Great and brave task! The integrity of the Sikh Nation, its dastaar, was ripped off by Indira Gandhi and she stamped on it with her feet in June 1984. My husband took the dastaar of the Sikh Nation and replaced it on its head. Even in my worst dreams, I could never turn my back on such a Great man. It can never happen! I have accepted Satwant Singh as my husband. I will never let a stain come on his Dastaar. I will spend my whole life as the widow of Satwant Singh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ã¢ÂÂAkal Thakht Jathedar Jasvir Singh Rode said to both fathers of Satwant Singh and Bibi Surinder Kaur, that due to the strength of will of Bibi Surinder kaur, we should allow her to marry the photo of Satwant Singh, in the presence of Siri Guru Granth sahib ji. According to the hukam of Singh Sahib, on 2nd May 1988, Satwant Singhs father, Bapu Tarlok Singh, his mother, elder brother and wife, left their house with a picture of Satwant Singh for the house of Sardar Virsa Singh. In the presence of Sahib Siri Guru Granth Sahib ji, Bibi Surinder kaur married the photo of Satwant Singh. In the afternoon, the Doli of Bibi Surinder kaur left the residence of Sardar Virsa Singh for the house of Bhai Satwant Singh.THE COURT STATEMENT OF SATWANT SINGH Every court in the land, only gave the sentence that Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi had wanted. In the Supreme Court, Bhai Satwant Singh made a statement. He said, Ã¢ÂÂLet any part of my body, after my Shaheedi, be removed and used by anyone (Doner) who may need. However if you need my eyes, let the authorities tell my parents. I have no hatred for any Hindu, Muslim, Christian, neither hatred for any religion. After my Shaheedi, let no Sikh throw any rock at any Hindu. I am not in favour of any retaliation or bloodshed over my Shaheedi. If we do create bloodshed, then there is no difference between us and Rajiv Gandhi. I am Proud of the task that I did! I do ardas in front of Waheguru ! If I am blessed with a human life, then give me a death of the Brave when I am hanged. Forget one life, if I could I would give up a thousand lives to kill dushts like Indira Gandhi, and laugh as I become Shaheed by hangingÃ¢ÂÂ¦.Ã¢ÂÂ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE COURT STATEMENT OF SATWANT SINGH &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every court in the land, only gave the sentence that Prime Minister Rajiv Gandhi had wanted. In the Supreme Court, Bhai Satwant Singh made a statement. He said, Ã¢ÂÂLet any part of my body, after my Shaheedi, be removed and used by anyone (Doner) who may need. However if you need my eyes, let the authorities tell my parents. I have no hatred for any Hindu, Muslim, Christian, neither hatred for any religion. After my Shaheedi, let no Sikh throw any rock at any Hindu. I am not in favour of any retaliation or bloodshed over my Shaheedi. If we do create bloodshed, then there is no difference between us and Rajiv Gandhi. I am Proud of the task that I did! I do ardas in front of Waheguru ! If I am blessed with a human life, then give me a death of the Brave when I am hanged. Forget one life, if I could I would give up a thousand lives to kill dushts like Indira Gandhi, and laugh as I become Shaheed by hangingÃ¢ÂÂ¦.Ã¢ÂÂ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;THE LAST MEETING&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His lawyer, Sardar Bhupinder Singh Sodhi was the last to meet Satwant Singh in Tihar jail. Sodhi said, Ã¢ÂÂBeloved Satwant, I am so sorry I was unable to save you from the death sentence. Now this is the last time we will ever meet.Ã¢ÂÂ The lawyer said as he became emotional. Sardar Satwant Singh replied, Ã¢ÂÂVakeel Sahib, you should be making me strong. We will meet again. Promise me you will fight my case next time aswell!Ã¢ÂÂBhupinder Singh Sodhi replied, Ã¢ÂÂPyare Satwant, I do not understand what you are saying? All your appeals have failed. Tomorrow morning, 6th January, at 6am, both you and Kehar Singh will be hanged.Ã¢ÂÂSatwant Singh replied, Ã¢ÂÂVakeel sahib, whenever Waheguru gives me a human life, I will once again destroy the enemies of the Sikh Nation like Indira Gandhi. The again you will come and fight my case. Those who believe in truth and human rights, will always have to fight these brutal regimes. I will keep taking births! I will keep killing dushts! You will keep meeting me!Ã¢ÂÂ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seeing Satwant Singh in such Chardi kala, lawyer Bhupinder Singh Sodhi says, Ã¢ÂÂPyare Satwant, Great are you, Great is your Sikhi, so blessed am I who was able to fight a case of a Lionheart, brave warrior such as you. Waheguru ji has blessed me just to have the darshan of you. Any nation that has warriors like you, Satwant Singh, brave, mard, soormais. That Nation can never be controlled, intimidated or suppressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ã¢ÂÂOn 6th January 1989, it was raining. Nature was giving Bhai Satwant Singh and Bhai Kehar Singh a blessing, like one gives a garland around a neck. The thoughts of the whole Sikh Nation were with Bhai Satwant Singh and Bhai Kehar Singh. They had taken this most important task, and with it all this heartache had come on them and their families. Both were in Chardi kala as they walked towards the noose. It was like the blessings of the whole Sikh Nation were with them as they walked. In the end, on 6th January 1989, early at 4am, and the authorities walked them towards the noose, their voices could be heard from outside the jail, shouting, Ã¢ÂÂBole So Nihal ! Sat Siri Akaal !Ã¢ÂÂ Then a few moments silenceÃ¢ÂÂ¦Ã¢ÂÂ¦Ã¢ÂÂ¦Ã¢ÂÂ¦Ã¢ÂÂ¦As both of them stepped forward and kissed the hangmans noose, a very heavy rainfall startedÃ¢ÂÂ¦Ã¢ÂÂ¦Ã¢ÂÂ¦.Ã¢ÂÂ¦Ã¢ÂÂ¦.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just as the British had done with Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev and Rajguru. Their bodies were taken to Ferozpur, and cremated on the banks of the Sutluj river. Similarly, the Indian Government did not hand over the bodies of Shaheed Satwant Singh and Shaheed Kehar Singh to their next of kin. Their bodies were cremated within Tihar jail. When the cruel authorities started cremating the bodies, the rain suddenly stopped. Nature was doing its bit to respect the Shaheeds. As the bodies burned, the authorities did not have the heart to hand them back to the families. The lawyer, Sardar Bhupinder Singh Sodhi said to the authorities, I can understand you have hatred for those spirits who killed Indira Gandhi, but how can you even have hatred for their corpses? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then to further insult the Shaheeds, the authorities dreamed up another stunt. The last wish of both Shaheed Satwant Singh and Shaheed Kehar Singh was that their ashes be taken to Siri Kartarpur Sahib. However the Police forced the families of these two Shaheeds into jeeps and vans and drove them to Hardwar. Throughout the whole journey to Hardwar, it rained heavily. Then at gunpoint giving the families no choice, the final ardas for the Shaheeds was done. Just as the ardas began, the rain stopped. It was like nature was also paying respect to the Shaheeds. Bhai Satwant Singh`s father, Bapu Tarlok Singh, and the son of Bhai Kehar Singh, Sardar Rajinder Singh, poured the ashes in to the river at Hardwar. The thoughts of the whole Sikh Nation are with Bhai Satwant Singh and Bhai Kehar Singh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The brutal Indian regime may have killed Bhai Satwant Singh and Bhai Kehar Singh, but in the hearts of all Sikhs, they will forever live. They are immortalised in paintings on the walls of Sikh Gurdwaras, and they have recorded their names in the Volumes of Sikh History. They were the modern day Bhai Sukha Singh and Bhai Mehtab Singh. Bibi Surinder kaur passed away a few years ago from cancer. She was widely respected in the Panth for the dedication with which she stayed with Bhai Satwant Singh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10018686-113078770988015075?l=nihangsingh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/feeds/113078770988015075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10018686&amp;postID=113078770988015075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/113078770988015075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/113078770988015075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/2005/10/indiras-death.html' title='INDIRA&apos;S DEATH'/><author><name>nihang singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275635838656949320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10018686.post-110938374656638084</id><published>2005-02-25T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T18:09:06.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Guru Gobind Singh Ji came to My Room</title><content type='html'>If Guru Gobind Singh Ji came to My Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Guru Ji came to my room to spend a day or twoIf He came unexpectedly, I wonder what I will do?Oh, I know, I will give my nicest spot to such an honored guestAnd all the food I'd serve to Him would be the very bestAnd I would keep assuring Him I'm glad to have Him thereThat serving Him in my room is joy beyond compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But-when I see Him coming, would I meet him at the door?With arms out stretched in welcome to my heavenly visitor?Or would I have to change my clothes before I let Him in?Or hide some magazines and put the gutka where it should have been?Would I then switch off the radio and hope he hadn't heard?And I wish I hadn't uttered the last loud hasty word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I hide my worldly music and put some Amrit Kirtan out?Could I let Guru Ji walk right in, or would I rush about?And I wonder-if Guru Ji spent a day or two with me, would I go right on doing the things I always do?Would I go right on saying the things I always say?Would life for me continue as it does from day to day?Would my daily conversation keep its usual pace?And would I find it hard, each meal to say a table grace?Would I sing the songs I always sing, and read the books I read?And let Him know the things on which my mind and spirit feed?Would I take Guru Ji with me everywhere I plan to go?Or would I maybe change my plans for just a day or so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be glad to have Him meet my very closest friends?Or would I hope they'd stay away until His visit ends?Would I be glad to have Him stay forever on and on?Or would I sigh with great relief when He at last was gone?It might be interesting to know the things that I would doIf Guru Ji in person came to spend some time with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10018686-110938374656638084?l=nihangsingh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/feeds/110938374656638084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10018686&amp;postID=110938374656638084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110938374656638084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110938374656638084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/2005/02/if-guru-gobind-singh-ji-came-to-my.html' title='If Guru Gobind Singh Ji came to My Room'/><author><name>nihang singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275635838656949320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10018686.post-110835283404799022</id><published>2005-02-13T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T19:47:14.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maya Kills Her Friends</title><content type='html'>Due to hardly any time in a busy schedule, for this post I will just paste something I had written a long time ago on another forum, under a different name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A racoon is a very greedy but clever animal he is an opportunist. whenever he sees a chance to eat be it garbage or a fish, frog, dead animal he will eat it. he works only at night and hunts a scavenges food. he is attracted to shiny objects like coins and such. so this is the how he is killed by hunters in olden times (in america).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hunter knows of the racoons attraction to shiny objects and so he takes such a thing and places it in a hole that he sizes himself in a tree stump along a river bank where the racoons are most likely to come at night. he secures the shiny thing by putting a nail through it and the wood. the hole in the tree is made such that when the racoon puts his open hand to grab the coin it will fit in the hole, but when he closes his fist and graps it he will not be able to pull his hand out (becasuse his fist will make his hand too big to pull out of the hole).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when night falls, the racoon comes out he hunts and does his nightly business. upon seeing the shiny object in the tree stump he attepts to take it to his home and keep it. but to his suprise it will not budge from the tree and he will have to open his hand, thus letting go of his precious coin which is not what he wants to do. so he will spend his whole time trying to get the shiny object from the tree. in a while the hunter will come to check this trap (he has several of these along the riverbank) and he will see the one with the racoon trying to take the shiny object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the hunter apporaches the racoon it becomes impatient and tries to pull harder and faster to get the coin out. it snarls and growls at the hunder and tries to bite him but the whole time never lets go of the coin or opens his hand to make it so it will come out of the hole. so the hunter who wants to trap the racoon for its fur (this is his job) and sell it wants the fur to have as little damaage to it as possible. so instead of shooting the racoon he takes the blunt side of his axe and repeatedly hit the racoon in the head until it dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep in mind the racoon had a great chance to escape the whole time by letting go of the coin which would have made his hand small enough to pull out of the hole. thus the racoon is killed and stripped of its precious fur which will bring the hunter good money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does this have to do with sikhi ? the racoon is man, he is greedy and jumps at all chances to pleasure himself, the racoon working at night is man trying to conceal his evil ways and habits and thinking he is free from actions if no one sees him. the shiny coin that is secured in the tree stump is maya. the tree stump is the world. maya is in the world and seems attractive to us. but like the coin it is secured to the world and will not go with us no matter how much we may pull on it. the raccoons hand is our mind when there is no maya in it the it is thin and can easily escape the world. however when we fill it with maya (the coin) it becomes fat, polluted and too big to take out of the tree hole world i.e (the racoons inability to remove his hand from the tree hole once it has made a fist). and the hunter is jamdhoot who comes with a club to strike the man and take him to hell. the man (racoon) is in so much love with the maya (coin) he is unable to part from it even when death (the hunter) is closing in on it. he will cry and make noise and do everything just like the racoon but he will not let go. the priceless fur of the racoon is mans good deeds and great opportunity to make something of this human life (meet Waheguroo). and it is all lost for what? because he would not let maya go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naanak aakhai raahi pai chalanaa maal dhhan kith koo sa(n)jiaahee 427&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says Nanak, you will have to walk on the Path of Death, so why do you bother to collect wealth and property?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10018686-110835283404799022?l=nihangsingh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/feeds/110835283404799022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10018686&amp;postID=110835283404799022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110835283404799022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110835283404799022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/2005/02/maya-kills-her-friends.html' title='Maya Kills Her Friends'/><author><name>nihang singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275635838656949320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10018686.post-110703898287822350</id><published>2005-01-29T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T14:49:42.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Using Mala (some thoughts)</title><content type='html'>      Using a mala can help you concentrate.  Our minds wander the most when we are doing our patt.  Having a mala in your hand may help us to snap back and focus on what we were doing.  Also setting a goal of a certain number of rounds on a mala can be beneficial.  If we use this mala to lets say do 25 Jap Ji Sahib patts, then each day we will feel the need to meet this requirement.  Using a mala can aid in this.  However, without using one and making this type of goal, our minds may become lazy and say "oh well I havn't done x amount of patt, but it's ok since I havnt promised myself any goals to meet."  With this we can become so lazy that we don't do any more than our required nitnem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      However, no one should get into the thought that doing "x" amount of patts on a mala will ensure them meet Waheguru.  We cannot put a "price tag" on Waheguru as He is infinite.  Although of course doing more patt will bring us closer to him, but we cannot put a value on him in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all for now on this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10018686-110703898287822350?l=nihangsingh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/feeds/110703898287822350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10018686&amp;postID=110703898287822350' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110703898287822350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110703898287822350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/2005/01/using-mala-some-thoughts.html' title='Using Mala (some thoughts)'/><author><name>nihang singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275635838656949320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10018686.post-110662948321220390</id><published>2005-01-24T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T21:04:43.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amrit Vela</title><content type='html'>      The other day, I was having a talk with some people about amrit vela and how it is important especially for the youth.  This is the time when most vikkars are attacking them, if they were to jap naam during this time and get their amrit vela down, it would be much easier later in life, since most habbits (good/bad) we see in adults are made during their high school years.  Most youth I think make many excuses, but do nothing to fix their problems.  The same day I was having this talk, I came across the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mn mih icqvau icqvnI audmu krau auiT nIq ]&lt;br /&gt;man mehi chithavo chithavanee oudham karo out(h) neeth&lt;br /&gt;Within my mind, I think thoughts of always rising early, and making the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hir kIrqn kw Awhro hir dyhu nwnk ky mIq ]1]&lt;br /&gt;har keerathan kaa aaharo har dhaehu naanak kae meeth 1&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, my Friend, please bless Nanak with the habit of singing the Kirtan of the Lord's Praises. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      For me personally, an old person who has done nothing but paap in their life who decides to pick up a mala in the last yrs of their life is not so impressive.  I am more appreciative of someone who in their youth (the time when maya seem to be the most prevalant) has a strong rehni behni and sticks with it.  To me that person is worth their weight in gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two cents for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10018686-110662948321220390?l=nihangsingh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/feeds/110662948321220390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10018686&amp;postID=110662948321220390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110662948321220390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110662948321220390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/2005/01/amrit-vela.html' title='Amrit Vela'/><author><name>nihang singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275635838656949320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10018686.post-110591232797497459</id><published>2005-01-16T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T13:52:07.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vah Ji Vah!! He is GREAT!!</title><content type='html'>In my life I have noticed the following situation so many times it makes me sick. A several years ago (when I was a non-sikh) I came across the following Gurbani that made me say "WHOA" this is incredibly acurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AwiQ sYl nIc Gir hoie ]&lt;br /&gt;aathh sail neech ghar hoe&lt;br /&gt;If wealth visits the home of the lowliest clown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AwiQ dyiK invY ijsu doie ]&lt;br /&gt;aathh dhaekh nivai jis dhoe&lt;br /&gt;seeing that wealth, all pay their respects to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AwiQ hoie qw mugDu isAwnw ]&lt;br /&gt;aathh hoe thaa mugadhh siaanaa&lt;br /&gt;Even an idiot is thought of as clever, if he is rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man with an abundance of money who may commits all sorts of horrible kurehits is great.  Our local punjabi community sings his praises whenever possible.  And even places him in places of spiritual authority (ex. Gurdwara president) even though he has almost no qualities of a sikh physically or spiritually.  He has many well wishers and admirers who will never even in a dream let his name be soiled (even if it is the truth).  When he is proven wrong and vile then the response is given "you know he is a doctor right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad yet so true.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10018686-110591232797497459?l=nihangsingh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/feeds/110591232797497459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10018686&amp;postID=110591232797497459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110591232797497459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110591232797497459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/2005/01/vah-ji-vah-he-is-great.html' title='Vah Ji Vah!! He is GREAT!!'/><author><name>nihang singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275635838656949320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10018686.post-110575750624230999</id><published>2005-01-14T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T11:32:28.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading of Evil</title><content type='html'>Whether or not you belive in God or not, this is just one thought. What if, bear with me,that the devil is a real entity and his job is to get as many people in to hell as possible.Forget about the rest of the world and how he is affecting them. Just concentrate on thefollowing situation.&lt;br /&gt;A so called "saint" is caught having an extra-marital affair with someone (something im sure we all have heard of happening).&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the devil convinces this weak minded person to fall for the flesh (same old trick he has been using for ages). There is one down. The woman who commits this filth with the pakhandi, thats two down. The person (a chela of the sant) who catches this guy loses his/her sharda. There goes number three. The chela tells the rest of sangat, and among the sangat some persons lose faith that there are real Gurmukhs still in the panth. There goesa few more hundred down.&lt;br /&gt;We can all make its so easy for the devil sometime. People may say this incident is isolated and whatever the fake sant did "really didnt hurt anyone," How wrong they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10018686-110575750624230999?l=nihangsingh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/feeds/110575750624230999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10018686&amp;postID=110575750624230999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110575750624230999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110575750624230999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/2005/01/spreading-of-evil.html' title='Spreading of Evil'/><author><name>nihang singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275635838656949320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10018686.post-110557983962398600</id><published>2005-01-12T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T17:30:39.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE are SIKHS</title><content type='html'>I was reading on a sikh forum on how someone was complaining about how some "sikhs" celebrate christmas.  I think this has everything to do with those people losing their sikh culture and identity.  I know some of you (the amazingly few reading this) will say "NO! not me! I may celebrate it, but definately I have my sikh culture intact.  So im going to use this post to do a little complaining and list some aspects of western culture we have gained while losing other aspects of our sikh culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. how many people (esp females) go to school without any head covering at all much less in their Guru's roop (with a dastar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the amount of people inside the Gurdwara during New Years Day is very high, one can hardly find a place to sit.  The diwaan hall is flooding outside.  On the other hand during a Gurpurab however, the main hall is filled to 3/4 capacity if lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  a lack of young people born in america who can read, write, and even speak their native Punjabi or Gurmukhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. t.v. and computers are the center of enjoyment rather than Gurbaani/Keertan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. primary language used at home is english, not punjabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. dhal roti are a thing of the past, microwavable and fat drenched is what is prefferable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. western clothing are more appealing to Gurmat clothing like chola/kurta pajama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. the concept of arranged marriage is loathed, nowadays a marriage cannot occur unless the person in question has dated multiple persons over and over. (simply disgusting!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. wedding rings and such gifts seem to be a prerequisite before during and after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. courteness and compassion are gone, and are replaced with selfishness and malice.  there is no love for another human, only the self has become important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is all I can think of at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10018686-110557983962398600?l=nihangsingh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/feeds/110557983962398600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10018686&amp;postID=110557983962398600' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110557983962398600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110557983962398600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/2005/01/we-are-sikhs.html' title='WE are SIKHS'/><author><name>nihang singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275635838656949320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10018686.post-110513830636537957</id><published>2005-01-07T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T16:43:45.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baba Maya Saath Na Hoye</title><content type='html'>Maya...what is maya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyh mwieAw ijqu hir ivsrY mohu aupjY Bwau dUjw lwieAw ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eaeh maaeiaa jith har visarai mohu oupajai bhaao dhoojaa laaeiaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Maya, by which the Lord is forgotten; emotional attachment and love of duality well up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people think of maya as only money, but as shown above it can be anything.  From a pastime hobby, attachment to family, and yes of course, money ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this post however, I want to talk about money.  The majority of the world believes that with more money they will have a "better" life.  This is untrue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can look at the lives of the rich and famouse.  These people may have an abundance of wealth, but if you look at their personal lives, they are in shambles.  Many of them become addicted to alchohol, drugs, gambling, and other manmatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One might wonder why with a powerful tool like this, their lives are imcomplete.  The more money they accumulate, the more things they buy, yet there is no satisfaction.  The think by accumulating more wealth, property, belongings they will be able to drown their sorrows.  But to their dissapointment it only grows worse.  I am reminded of this tuk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ijau ijau clih cuBY duKu pwvih jmkwlu shih isir fMfw hy ]2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jio jio chalehi chubhai dhukh paavehi jamakaal sehehi sir dda(n)ddaa hae 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more they walk away, the deeper it pierces them, and the more they suffer in pain, until finally, the Messenger of Death smashes his club against their heads. 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for their pitable state is due to a lack of naam.  Without naam a void forms. Many people try to fill it with worldly objects and desires, but it can only be filled with the true naam (from the Guru form panj pyare).  This void is dangerous and can cause all sorts of mental, physical, and spiritual illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, only few people who have come to Guru Nanak with an eager and ambitious soul will actually realize this.  The rest may talk about it and try all sorts of remedies to improve their life, but only naam can do this for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srb rog kw AauKdu nwmu ]sarab rog kaa aoukhadh naam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarab rog kaa aoukhadh naam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Naam is the panacea, the remedy to cure all ills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- This is enough for my first post, I might write later on maya if I feel motivated to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10018686-110513830636537957?l=nihangsingh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/feeds/110513830636537957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10018686&amp;postID=110513830636537957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110513830636537957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10018686/posts/default/110513830636537957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nihangsingh.blogspot.com/2005/01/baba-maya-saath-na-hoye.html' title='Baba Maya Saath Na Hoye'/><author><name>nihang singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00275635838656949320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
