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| Games due to start 3 October 2010 |
Courtesy of : BBC Sport, 23 September 2010
Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace--but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Showing posts with label Delhi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Delhi. Show all posts
29 September 2010
WORDLESS WEDNESDAY - Athletes' Village at Commonwealth Games, Delhi, India (OK)
Not one picture, but 13...
Courtesy of : BBC Sport, 23 September 2010
Courtesy of : BBC Sport, 23 September 2010
17 May 2010
"I AM I, MANI SINGH!"
I am on hiatus, but this story just begs to be told. So much tragedy on our last trip to India. It wasn't all tragedy, though. There were some funny moments that have tended to become lost amidst the blood and guts and glory. This is one such moment.
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Twenty-six years ago almost to the day, three very weary Sikhs landed in the Delhi International Airport. The three, a man of 43, a woman of 34 and a boy of 13, really just wanted some quiet sleep after two days air journey from Montreal. We three, of course. I'm sure we looked less tired than we actually were. Mani and Sandeep were both in bana, I was wearing a red silk Punjabi suit. We looked very, very Sikh. Mani was his usual 188cm (6 ft, 2 in) self, straight back, striding through the airport as if he owned it. Sandeep - with a beginner's mustache, quite attractive and a few stray strands of hair on his chin, already taller than his 152 cm (5 ft.) mother - and I trotted along beside him. Neither Mani nor I of us had been to India since the summer of 1969 and we didn't know what we would find. It was Sandeep's first visit. We knew, of course, about the tensions between us Sikhs and Indira's government and were very much aware of - and supporters of - the Khalistan Movement. We had even hoped that we might somehow be able to meet Sant Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale ji. Still we were unprepared for the feeling of coldness, even slight hostility toward us. Nothing we could quite put our fingers on, but definitely something unpleasant in the air.
As we walked quickly through the airport, a weaselly little Hindu kept running alongside us barely able to keep up, jabbering on and on about, "It's 12 o'clock, Sardar." No ji.
It was a bit annoying, but we ignored it and just kept going. Finally, the gnarly weasel stepped directly in front of Mani. I have to say this about the little creep, he had guts. "He looked up at Mani, directly into his eyes, and said, "What do you think you're going to do? Who do you think you are, anyway?" Or something very close to that. I gasped; even Sandeep was taken aback. I knew Mani was tired and might well lose his temper. His left hand was on the hilt of kirpan and a scowl was on his face. The weasel seemed to relise that he had made a mistake. Others, too, noticed what was going on, and our immediate environment became very quiet.
Mani was Mani. He threw back his head and began singing, very loudly,
We caught on and joined him in the song:
We continued on through the airport, singing loudly that we were all Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha going onward to glory.
The video is from the 1972 movie, The Man of La Mancha, which I highly recommend. The song, "The Impossible Dream" has been an important part of my life since I first heard it. The woman who plays my part is the very lovely Sophia Loren at the height of her beauty.
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Twenty-six years ago almost to the day, three very weary Sikhs landed in the Delhi International Airport. The three, a man of 43, a woman of 34 and a boy of 13, really just wanted some quiet sleep after two days air journey from Montreal. We three, of course. I'm sure we looked less tired than we actually were. Mani and Sandeep were both in bana, I was wearing a red silk Punjabi suit. We looked very, very Sikh. Mani was his usual 188cm (6 ft, 2 in) self, straight back, striding through the airport as if he owned it. Sandeep - with a beginner's mustache, quite attractive and a few stray strands of hair on his chin, already taller than his 152 cm (5 ft.) mother - and I trotted along beside him. Neither Mani nor I of us had been to India since the summer of 1969 and we didn't know what we would find. It was Sandeep's first visit. We knew, of course, about the tensions between us Sikhs and Indira's government and were very much aware of - and supporters of - the Khalistan Movement. We had even hoped that we might somehow be able to meet Sant Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale ji. Still we were unprepared for the feeling of coldness, even slight hostility toward us. Nothing we could quite put our fingers on, but definitely something unpleasant in the air.
As we walked quickly through the airport, a weaselly little Hindu kept running alongside us barely able to keep up, jabbering on and on about, "It's 12 o'clock, Sardar." No ji.
It was a bit annoying, but we ignored it and just kept going. Finally, the gnarly weasel stepped directly in front of Mani. I have to say this about the little creep, he had guts. "He looked up at Mani, directly into his eyes, and said, "What do you think you're going to do? Who do you think you are, anyway?" Or something very close to that. I gasped; even Sandeep was taken aback. I knew Mani was tired and might well lose his temper. His left hand was on the hilt of kirpan and a scowl was on his face. The weasel seemed to relise that he had made a mistake. Others, too, noticed what was going on, and our immediate environment became very quiet.
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| This, of course, is not us. Mani and Sandeep had turbans and I bear little resemblance to the luminous Sophia Loren |
Mani was Mani. He threw back his head and began singing, very loudly,
Oh the trumpets of glory
Now call me to ride,
Yes, the trumpets are calling to me,
And wherever I ride,
Ever staunch at my side
My squire (one arm around Sandeep's shoulders)
and
my lady(the other arm around my shoulders)
shall be!
I am I, Don Quixote
Now call me to ride,
Yes, the trumpets are calling to me,
And wherever I ride,
Ever staunch at my side
My squire (one arm around Sandeep's shoulders)
and
my lady(the other arm around my shoulders)
shall be!
I am I, Don Quixote
The Lord of la Mancha
We caught on and joined him in the song:
Our destiny calls and we go!
And the wild winds of fortune
And the wild winds of fortune
Shall carry us onward,
Oh, whithersoever they blow,
Oh, whithersoever they blow,
Whithersoever they blow,
Onward to glory we go!
By now, the weasel was groveling in front of us, shaking, obviously terrified.
But Mani wasn't finished. He tossed back his head and bellowed:
BOLEEEEEEE SO NIHAAAAAAAL!!!!
For a split second, I was about as scared as the weasel , half expecting the cops to roughly arrest us or possibly herd us on the next plane back to Canada. Nothing could have prepared me for what actually happened.
Loudly, from all sides, came the response,
SAT SHRI AKAAAAAAAAAAAL!!
Mani gave a last look of contempt at the little Hindu, by now just quivering jelly on the floor and tossed a coin at him.
Sandeep, very quietly, whispered at him, "Khalistan Zindabad." I have often wonder how this whole incident sounded when told from his point of view.
Sandeep, very quietly, whispered at him, "Khalistan Zindabad." I have often wonder how this whole incident sounded when told from his point of view.
We continued on through the airport, singing loudly that we were all Don Quixote, the Lord of La Mancha going onward to glory.
Even at the time, it felt like being in a very silly Bollywood movie. Looking back, it seems even funnier than it was at the time. I guess it could have gotten very serious if the officials had decided to make an incident out of it, but someone was watching over us, I guess, and there were no bad repercussions, just a lot of giggles.
So those of you who know me well and have heard me burst out with "I am I, Don Quixote..." for no apparent reason now know the rest of the story.
The section with that contains the "I Am I" song that we sang starts 2:11 at in the following video, the song itself starts at 8:52 (fortunately, Mani did not drop dead while singing). Please listen and imagine the three of us and the weasel at the airport.:
The video is from the 1972 movie, The Man of La Mancha, which I highly recommend. The song, "The Impossible Dream" has been an important part of my life since I first heard it. The woman who plays my part is the very lovely Sophia Loren at the height of her beauty.
"What is illness to the body of a Knight Errant?
What matter wounds?
What matter wounds?
He rises where he has fallen and
WOE TO THE WICKED!!"
23 July 2009
UPDATE - Slumdog Sikhs
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WJKK, WJKF
The Youtube link is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lM1s4CJ5-pQ
Besides pls also watch other videos on achievements so far. I am also giving a link to albums on Picasa:
21st June Link: http://picasaweb.google.com/gbpksehgal/6212009?authkey=Gv1sRgCPadmcip3dTr8wE&feat=directlink
Visit to Khaddor Sahib: Link - http://picasaweb.google.com/gbpksehgal/KhadoorSahibTrip27June09?authkey=Gv1sRgCKW3rLb557nHtAE&feat=directlink
15th July meeting of appx. 22 Gurudwaras to discuss Sikh issues and an attempt to unite them http://picasaweb.google.com/gbpksehgal/HeadsVolunteersFrom20Gurudwaras?authkey=Gv1sRgCJ27s5fSjNvGugE&feat=directlink
Gurudwara Sahib
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lM1s4CJ5-pQ
--k progress: 17th July 2009 http://picasaweb.google.com/gbpksehgal/20090719?authkey=Gv1sRgCLvnq87nrLWuzwE&feat=directlink - Monday, 20 July, 2009
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THE OLD POST
I received this letter from IHRO today. Please read the letter and watch the video. Before going any farther, let me say I know nothing of this particular group. They seem legitimate. I do know that the conditions that our sister and brother Sikhs are living in are disgusting. I also know that we are, on the whole, a wealthy community and have the resources to alleviate these subhuman conditions.
Beyond that...idols in the Gurudwara Sahib? A lizard running across Shri Guru Granth Sahib Ji? What they state at the end is absolutely true. Moist eyes will accomplish nothing. Action must be taken. I leave it to you, my dear ones to choose what action you will or won't take.
The letter:
Waheguru Jee Ka Khalsa Waheguru Jee Ki Fateh
SLUMDOG SIKHS - A DOCUMENTARY ON THE PLIGHT OF SIKHS IN DELHI
Video Link: Watch Video
A study, conducted by SHS representatives, on Sikhs living in Delhi’s Sultanpuri Area has found that nearly 100% per cent of Sikhs of the area live here in sub-human conditions.
The plight of Sikhs of the area is presented through this documentary. Kindly visit the link below. Your suggestions are welcome. For any details contact info@sikhbusinesspages.com
Also Visit us at : Sikhs Helping Sikhs
We need volunteers to work on this project, so please come forward and help these Sikhs. Till now we have got a committment from various individuals and organisations for sponsoring 110 children in the area. We also have commitments from some individuals for reconstruction of Gurudwara Sahib.
"Save Life.. Register at www.Blood4All.co.in"
Waheguru Jee Ka Khalsa Waheguru Jee Ki Fateh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lM1s4CJ5-pQ
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12 June 2009
Slumdog Sikhs
I received this letter from IHRO today. Please read the letter and watch the video. Before going any farther, let me say I know nothing of this particular group. They seem legitimate. I do know that the conditions that our sister and brother Sikhs are living in are disgusting. I also know that we are, on the whole, a wealthy community and have the resources to alleviate these subhuman conditions.
Beyond that...idols in the Gurudwara Sahib? A lizard running across Shri Guru Granth Sahib Ji? What they state at the end is absolutely true. Moist eyes will accomplish nothing. Action must be taken. I leave it to you, my dear ones to choose what action you will or won't take.
The letter:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lM1s4CJ5-pQ
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Beyond that...idols in the Gurudwara Sahib? A lizard running across Shri Guru Granth Sahib Ji? What they state at the end is absolutely true. Moist eyes will accomplish nothing. Action must be taken. I leave it to you, my dear ones to choose what action you will or won't take.
The letter:
Waheguru Jee Ka Khalsa Waheguru Jee Ki Fateh
SLUMDOG SIKHS - A DOCUMENTARY ON THE PLIGHT OF SIKHS IN DELHI
Video Link: Watch Video
A study, conducted by SHS representatives, on Sikhs living in Delhi’s Sultanpuri Area has found that nearly 100% per cent of Sikhs of the area live here in sub-human conditions.
The plight of Sikhs of the area is presented through this documentary. Kindly visit the link below. Your suggestions are welcome. For any details contact info@sikhbusinesspages.com
Also Visit us at : Sikhs Helping Sikhs
We need volunteers to work on this project, so please come forward and help these Sikhs. Till now we have got a committment from various individuals and organisations for sponsoring 110 children in the area. We also have commitments from some individuals for reconstruction of Gurudwara Sahib.
"Save Life.. Register at www.Blood4All.co.in"
Waheguru Jee Ka Khalsa Waheguru Jee Ki Fateh
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
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05 July 2008
Two Pictures
For the last few days, I have had the picture of these two photographs, side-by-side, in my head. I now present them to you.
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