Republic Day “21

 I am an Indian , a Punjabi and a patriot , through and through .. No one can defend India more than me , my chest ain’t 56 inch and don’t even a badge or a certificate or a medal to say that I believe in the this magic that is India . Who gives one the authority to say they are Hindustani or not? My grandfather came from Pakistan and the roots are deep here . Today is Republic Day and I love watching the parade and the salaami and the tableaux .

However , today was level infinity of Jumanji ,a sea of humanity was marching towards Delhi and wanted to hold a parade parallel to put a point across that the farm laws should be repealed . I don’t need to repeat what we are fighting for . The entire contingent of Kisans cannot be divided into Sikhs , Hindus , Muslims and cant be geographically alienated from each other all came together to proceed with complete instructions and routes and medical aid and instructions . I started the  day , proud ,excited and cried when I saw the jazba of the old men walking , they were full of vigor and josh  and wanted to walk and show and be heard to the deaf government who refuses to listen to them .

What did they come across ? They came across barricades , blockades to stop them and not let them pass and then tear gas shells . The farmers have sat in the  blistering cold , lost co farmers to cold and to ailments and have been subject to continuous harassment by their own state and government and sections of society who probably associate a Sardar with being a terrorist or is a Khalistani wanting to carve out his own nation . How many times does he prove his nationality ? The arm chair activists sitting in the comfort of their homes watching a sold media that is just worried about licking the arses of  the masters and not about the real portrayal cannot decide nor be the judge or make a statement as to what has happened there.

One needs to be clear , there was no Khalistani flag there , the Nishan Sahib was put on an empty pole , the tricolour was not insulted , nor taken off nor was their any abuse. All was fine , till the lathicharge was started .

Violence was instigated , brute force was unleashed . What do you expect when all this happens?

When we can unfurl the Nishan Sahib at our regiments, have it flying high at our Gurudwaras , how does it become anti national when it is hoisted at the Lal Qila? Isn’t that ours ? A symbol cannot be anti national . When we have proven ourselves time and again across centuries, tine and space where our Gurus have laid down their lives, martyred themselves for the good of Hindus and the country , why are we drawn into this conflict again?

Don’t get drawn into this , we need to stand tall , stand united with the farmer who sits on the border asking for just a right to earn his livelihood without taking away ad imposing laws and regulations ,that will choke him.

Dear Me

 Dear Me ,

This year was supposed to be different , I had high hopes. I had thought that with last year being this annus horribilis we would have all learnt to be kinder ,have more gratitude , be content but nah !back to being the same . As someone just put it , Hum nahin sudharenge . We are just the same . I had thought that the covid would have an expiry date and all the bleakness and darkness would go away and the weariness of last year would just disappear.

Why did I have hope for this year? Why did I think people would become kinder or have more empathy towards each other ? I kept on hoping against hope that things would change , as leaves fall and seasons change .I had complete faith that humanity would have a sea change this time because we had witnessed the hardest times of our lives .

I don’t know why , it seemed as if life would change . The pandemic had brought all of us closer , life was becoming humane and we were considerate and kinder and then ugliness reared back and we are back to ourselves.

I don’t absolve myself , it’s like we are all sucked into this sea of despair and anger and short tempers. We all want the cloud of doom to go away but it seems to be darker and descending on us and sucking us into a vortex of evil.

All the fake smiles and the cheer we feed ourselves and thinking that the close brush to death would make aloof us less int o the rest race and more into livin and being kinder to each other . It didn’t .

I need to take the hint that if someone isn’t going to call or text they really mean it and they aren’t busy . If they aren’t taking out time for you , accept it . Dont hold out that they will call or text . Notice the change , notice the excuse but don’t mention it. If someone uses harsh words , believe them , they really think less of you . 

If someone in jest says I am just kidding and makes fun , believe and read into the words . What they say is what they mean , they just try to sugarcoat it . If someone says stuff when they’re angry , believe them , when one is angry , the truth comes out . It’s where they get the courage to say what they feel which they couldn’t .

Don’t settle for second best . Don’t settle for half promises . 

Today , is National Girls day and I saw a lot of tweets and posts of hugging and embracing the girl but when it came to a ruling that pressing breast without skin to skin contact is not a sexual assault by the Bombay High Court . Believe this to be the state of the country . I think what the honourable justic is align that we need to bare our breasts , be touched and pinched then only it is an assault ,  not when its through clothes . So groping is allowed .

Women , I honestly want you to believe what is dished out to you ! Dont side sweep , or brush it under the carpet or just think its a one off .And no one told you to be strong or shoulder everything ,youre allowed a break down and you’re not exaggerating . We all need a hug sometimes .

And Ps : this is a rant . 

Love me . 

What is label ?

 What is a Label ?

Gigi Hadid labelled her kitchen cabinet and the world went into a tizzy and a sneak peek of the Shan masala further more so . Labelling is so easy and to stick a sticker on. Labelling us as a terrorist is so easy . Let me show you what we are and what arsenal we have stock piled and where . It is simpler than googling , I can just tell you in three simple steps. You go to a building in the middle of anywhere , it  has a sword like , very tall pole fluttering with a flag with an insignia. It is a simple square constructed building , it can be rectangle and you enter the big big hall with a lot of windows. Sikhs love windows to look out and flaunt he selves decked up in peacock colours of the turban and the women , how beautiful they are . They are the best and this is all thanks to the genes we carry from our ancestors and Aryan interbreeding . 

Then you have long mats spread and you sit on them and then the stockpile comes . You sit on them irrespective of being an upper caste Indu or a low caste Dalit ( sorry I wrote this ) but Dolores Umberidge made me do this . You are then given a weapon of your choice , starts with a generous helping of dal , with sabzi and the quintessential prasada , with dahi . Punjabi adore their milk. And hence the kheer after wards . 

My dear blind Bhakts , I am sue in your lifetime you must have been visited. Gurudwara and had langar . Did you not in the depths of your soul get a sense of contentment and gratitude ? How come you and halts never researched that Khalsa Aid is working on the lines of Bhai Ghanaiyaji and Red Cross on the lines of humanitarian help to all across religion , country , borders to embrace all in term of need . What a blooper to tar the image by labelling us this ? We d not want a separate state , India is ours ,a nd we are proud Indians and that is why we lay our lives time immemorial defending the borders. How many times do we have to prove our patriotism? And why do we have to do that ? Who are you ? 

Labels are given to to organise , to easily locate and identify , distinguish from another . Labels are meant to be kind , to be gentle and to give name and not  harm or segregate that we  start hating each other . The virtual world labels us as fat , smart , body ashamed us and those troubles are enough for us to handle !!! And for me , I got labelled as Mommy , Mama , Mumma ,and Ammi . These are the labels of love that cross borders of religion ! Just imagine what law I would be charged for.

Manipulation of news to suit a section of society isn’t needed but the unity and the cohesiveness of the spirit shown by all the farmers is a tribute to the rea India and the protest is the single largest one in history of mankind.

And the ones bothered about the pizza , it juts got bigger !! Label that . in fact , just because the organisation decided to help Sikhs for a change , it became like Sadda Kutta kutta .

Tuhada kutta Tommy .

It’s ok to be a saint while helping everyone and everywhere but when we help our own brethren we become labelled as terrorists and funding is questioned . Guru Nanak ji started the initial bank and it continues.....