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Guru di saji niwaji , Guru khalsa sadh sangat ji
Eh ek REAL STORY hai.. (aslite sachi kahani) ...jaroor pdeo....eh gal 2 ko saal pehla di hai, aj de din sab sikhavaang army ch vi sikh foji guru arjandev sahib jida pawiter shaheedi diwas mna rahe si, sikh fojilanger lai parshada tyar karde paye san, nal nalwaheguru simran jap rahe san, ene nu ek hinduofficer aya te aan k rob naal kehan lga, oye tusi ehki kar rahe ho ??? sikh fojian ne pyar naal gurusahib ji di shaheedi da ithaas suna dita te keha eskrke mnaonde han,!! oh hindu officer duji vaarkehan lga nai nai eda kida koi tati tvi te bethsakda ??eda kive ho jau, ?? eda kive ho ju ??vagera vageera sawaal.. !! jdo us officer ne behaskarni suru kar diti, jdo usne teesri vaar keha, edakive koi banda loh te beth sakda, eda kive hogya..?? ENE NU VICHO EK SIKH FOJI VEER UTH KEGARAM LOH TE JA BETHYA, TE AAKHYA ESTRABETHE SI, GURU SAHIB TATI TVI TE..... !!!!!(waheguru)oh hindu officer othe hi pubba maar k ron lagpya, te sikh foji nu garam loh tohetha utarya tesikh foji deus officer ne pair fade te mafi mangi, teaakhya wakya hi aj vi twade ch anakh jiondi hai, tetusi sache sikh ho, jo apne gurudi beadbi nhisahaar sakde
Ah Bhai Guriqbal Singh ji ne kia c live show ch jo ki ptc ch dikhaya giya c...
he said how someone can sit on hot plate for him it was next to impossible. he even started arguing on this.... While he was Busy saying it is not possible ... Not possible .. how can someone even dare to sit on hot plates... suddenly one Sikh Soldier went and sat on the hot flames, and said look this is how our Guru sat on hot plate "WAHEGURU"
This happened several years ago, not 2, because I heard this in a katha 6 years ago. The Hindu officer (on seeing the Singh jump on the thavaa) ended up losing his mental balance and no treatment was able to cure his mental illness till his death.
Due to simplicity and a very good marketing strategy fuelled by fear, over the years Religion has become very popular, so it is natural for it to grow arrogant and powerful. It uses this power to brainwash us and stay away from Love. This is the how the enterprise called Religion functions. When our soul begins to dry up due to lack of love, Religion loans us an opportunity to flirt with God and keeps us indebted till we wither away.
But the root cause of this heavenly crisis is the BHAKTS themselves. They have started challenging the preconcieved notions of God and started thinking. Man becoming rational about these topics have eroded the Heavenly Economy.
Bees saal baad jab wapas puraane ghar pahuncha toh,
Saala phir se seedhi chadte hue nakhoon par lag gayi.
Upar ki manzil par pahunchkar Maine apna kamra khola toh,
Saamne pada mera purana school bag dikha
Uski tooti hui chain se ladta raha thodi der tak phir
Nikala uss bag main se ek dhool khaya hua sapna
Maine uss dhoondle sapne ko jab dhoya aur sukhaya,
Toh pata chala yeh toh waisa hi sapna hai jaisa maine
Apne Bete ke naye bag main dekha tha,
Aur kaha tha, Zyada hawa main mat udo.
Shayad uss waqt main yeh bhool gaya tha,
Ki usse toh mere hi sapano ke pankh lage hain
Pata nahi phir bhi kyun main usse daant raha hu
Uske inn pankhoo ko kyun kaat raha hu
Hum dono main toh ek hi sapano ka engine hai.
Faisla kiya uss din maine ki,
Bhale hi mere sapano ke engine main oiling thodi kam reh gayi,
Par uske sapano ke engine main kabhi petrol khatam nahi hone dunga.
God is a novel concept. The first invention in Artificial intelligence. A concept which goes beyond heart and mind and make its way to the SOUL. It was meant to be a life changing concept for human beings. It was meant to spread love and peace. Everything was well and good till few influential and power hungry evil scientists saw GOD as an opportunity to fulfill their greed. These evil scientists installed a red chip in the HOLY system and called it RELIGION. This red chip corrupted the whole system and deleted some default programs of love and peace and installed some new ones like hate, greed and intolerance. An additional patch was installed later which was called MONEY. The perfect recipe for evil.
These evil scientists made their own armies and lured people to join them. These power hungry douchebags started a war which helped nobody but them. They brainwashed people and infested them with fear capsules in their research labs which they call temples, churches and mosques etc. Over the years as this war has become gruesome, the money blankets under which these evil scientists secretly masturbated while exercising celibacy ( FAKE BTW!!!) is becoming more and more comforting for them and disturbing for us.
I am not against GOD. Everybody has a secret personal relationship with GOD, which each one should respect. Some people take God as a spiritual being, while others consider Him as a father figure which will inspire them in the course of their life etc, etc. See nobody should stand between you and your faith. Likewise, you cannot tamper others faith. HE is here to spread goodness and not evil. Religion is doing nothing but eroding this novel concept of God.
Yaadein ek din ki chutti par jaaye
Aur mujhe waapas chota bacha bana jaaye
Akal se thoda katcha bana jaaye
Yeh Duniya waapas ek jadoo si lage
Har Ek Phool ki khushboo bekaboo si lage
25 paise ki goli jitna sapna ho jaaye
Apna waapas apna ho jaaye
Kutta bhoke toh main bhi bhoku
Bandar naache toh main bhi naachu
Log waapas thode pagal se ho jaaye
Naak main chitti ungli galti se chale jaaye
Hamesha tapakti laar se zameen geeli ho jaaye
Yaadein ek din ki chutti par jaaye
Aur mujhe waapas chota bacha bana jaaye.
Khawabon ki rehguzar main bahut se Traffic Hawaldaar khade hain
Un sabhi ko 100 ki hari patti ki aisi lat lag gayi hai ke kya bataun
Ek khwaab pura hote hi, Apna lal signal lekar pahunch jaate hain
Kehte Hain beta tum isse aage kya ja paoge
Beta tumse na ho payega
Phir unn chote logon ko 100 ki hari patti sungha kar,
Hazaaron ke dilon main raasta banana padta hai.
The young men treated her well. They fed her, gave her milk and bread. Her top and jeans were a little torn. She nervously tried to hide her visible parts, particularly her cleavage with her hands. A man was generous enough to give his jacket to her.
Only when there is darkness,
We will understand the value of light,
Just ask a blind man.
Only when there is Hunger,
We will understand the value of food,
Just ask a hungry man.
Only when there is hatred
More love will bloom
Just ask a 80-year old couple.
Only when there is Separation,
We will understand the value of true friendship
Just call your long-lost friend and rejoice the moment.
Only when there is loss
We will understand the value of gain.
Only when we end our life ,
People think there is begnning of a new life.
But will the dead speak?
Only when we can face the black
We will understand the serenity and the beauty of white.
Grey is the only shade that prevails in the world. Nobody is totally black or white. No person or circumstance of life is always happy. But those who are averse to the black shade of anything and go even to the extent of ending their lives are the biggest mistakes of God.
Samjhta toh apne aap ko hai bada samazdaar
Phir kyun bana rakha hai,
Machliyon ke ghar ko kudedaan.
Kitna gooroor karta hai tu,
Yeh bade bade baandh banakar
Bahut maza aata hai tujhe Machliyon ka ghar tabah kar.
Par ab Machliyaan hai taiyaar,
Unhone bana liya hai Aasmaan aur Samundar ko apna yaar.
Karne ko tujh par zor se vaar
Bandh kar de Prakriti ke saath yeh atyachaar.
He was relieved. After all this hard work, when he reached his own garden, he was confused. All the plants that were on the verge of dying were blooming beautifully. He sat on a bench enjoying the beauty of this moment. The two butterflies which he chased earlier transformed into his last wish, a violin and he started playing a beautiful symphony.
Mumbai ke log, Mumbai ka mausam
Dono ek se hi lagte hain
Ek din main na jaane kitni baar karwatain badalte hain.
Par mujhe yeh samajh nahi aata
Ki mausam ke kaaran log aise hai,
Ya logon ke kaaran mausam aisa hai.
Ki logon ka gussa itni garmi paida karta hai,
Ya iss dhoop ke kaaran log itna gussa karte hain.
Ki logon ke aansu dekhar, aasmaan bhi rone lagta hai
Ya baarish ke bahaane log apna rona ro lete hain.
Ki thodi der ke liye hi sahi
Jab mausam khushnuma ho jata hai,
Toh kya yeh kudrat ka karishma hai,
Ya koi asli Mumbaikar ke dil ki awaaz.
Kuch bhi ho.
Par Andheri East main auto aaj bhi badi mushkil se milta hai.
Aur kisi se nahi darta hai
Ab usse pyaar ko ishq kehne waale aziz hain
Toh main kya karu.
Meri koi galti nahi hai
Bada Matlabi hai woh
Usse toh apne kaam se matlab hai bas
Usse toh dooriyaan mitane se matlab hai bas
Issi Dil ki galtiyon ka thikra mere sir girta hai
Yeh dil bada secular bana phirta hai
Meri khawishon ka bhoj utha kar chale hain woh,
Mere sapno ko haqiqat main badalne ki koshish main joote hain woh,
Apni zaroorat ko pare rakh kar meri zaroorat ko pura karne main lage hain woh.
Har shaam jab woh office se ghar shanti ki talaash main aate hain,
Toh main unke saamne kranti bankar khada ho jata hu.
Aur unpe apni ziddon ki bumbari karta hu.
Aao Baitho, baatein karte hain
Ab garam reth par nange pair mere kinaare tak aaye ho,
Toh Baith Jao,
Jalao apni sasti si bidi
Aur koso unhe jo tumse unche paaydaan pe khade hain,
Dhudkaro unhe jo tumse neeche paaydaan par baithe hain.
Main Samundar hun.
Mere saamne tumhe koi dikhawa nahi karna hoga
Tum Mere saath ho
Keh Do jo bhi dil main hai
Meri Har ek boond kisi na kisi ki kahaani hai
Maine sabki kahaniyo ko sambhaal kar rakha hai
Tumhari bhi ek khaas jagah rakhi hai
Khushiyon ka charge lagta iss kahaaniyon ke bank main
Mere pass agar aate ho toh kam se kam ek muskaan toh deni hogi
Zaroori hai bhai Mumbai jaise shehar main
Meri taraf ek baar mud ke dekhna.
Iss kahaaniyon ke bank main aapke dard kam kare jaate hain
Aur khushiyon ka interest milta hai.
Toh woh hi main waapas kahta hu
Ki account kholne ke liye
Aao Baitho, baatein karte hain