Geet as Mermaid in Halloween 2019

“Our 5-year-old granddaughter Geet dressed up as a mermaid in 2019, and it was truly a sight to behold. Her costume shimmered with hues of the ocean, casting shades of turquoise and seafoam green that danced in the light. 

Making a round Black top of Live Oak Elementary School, San Ramon.

Her dress, designed to look like the scales of a true mermaid, sparkled with sequins, adding an enchanting touch as she moved around, clearly feeling the magic of her outfit. She wore seashell accessories that completed the look, and her joy was contagious. 

Watching her embody the playful, mystical spirit of a mermaid was heartwarming—an unforgettable moment filled with wonder and laughter.”

Sai Baba Blesses Shiv Nine-Gem Golden Ring

Today, Shivpreet was invited by Sadguru Sri Madhusudan Sai, a respected disciple of Satya Sai Baba, who currently leads a global mission of “Service across 60 countries.” This mission aims to spread kindness, compassion, and selfless service worldwide, under the revered principles taught by Satya Sai Baba. Shiv’s invitation itself was a great honor, one that carried a sense of warmth and respect from Sadguru and his followers.

The meeting, held with a quiet but powerful reverence, lasted a remarkable 45 minutes. During this time, Shiv had the opportunity to share the sacred melodies of Gurbani Sangeet, bringing the spiritual sounds of Sikh tradition to this sacred setting. The presentation was received with high appreciation; each note seemed to resonate with the hearts present, deepening the spiritual connection between Shiv and Sadguru Sri Madhusudan Sai. In this atmosphere, where every gesture held meaning, Shiv’s offering of Gurbani created a sense of shared spirituality across traditions.

As Shiv respectfully sought permission to depart, a special gesture followed: Sadguru requested his followers to capture the moment through a photograph, marking the memory of this meeting. A sweet box was given as prasad, an offering symbolizing blessings, gratitude, and goodwill. But what followed next was truly extraordinary—a moment that left all present in awe.

In a gesture that seemed almost magical, Sadguru Sri Madhusudan Sai produced a golden ring, intricately studded with nine precious gems, each representing unique qualities and energies in the universe. The gems included:

• Diamond (Vajra; Hiraka; Pavi; Bhidura)

• Pearl (Mukta; Muktaphala; Jalabindu)

• Ruby (Manikya; Padmaraga)

• Sapphire (Nila; Indranila; Mahanila)

• Emerald (Marakata; Tarksya)

• Topaz (Pushparaga)

• Cat’s Eye (Vaidurya)

• Coral (Parvala; Vidruma)

• Hyacinth (Gomeda) or Zircon (Rahuratna)

With great humility, Sadguru offered this remarkable ring as a gift to Shiv, embodying the deep respect, blessings, and spiritual protection that it represented. Each of the nine gems is cherished in various traditions for its symbolic power, from the clarity and strength of the diamond to the wisdom represented by the sapphire and the prosperity symbolized by the emerald. The ring, in all its beauty and significance, has now become a cherished part of our home treasure—a tangible reminder of this sacred meeting and a blessing that will remain with us, passing from generation to generation.

This captures the spiritual significance and the atmosphere surrounding the meeting, as well as the deep, personal value of the ring as a lasting treasure.

My Dad observations

Traveling in Melbourne during Oct 2016

My trip to Melbourne inn Oct/Nov 2016 had been incredibly enjoyable, leaving me deeply impressed by the warmth and kindness of the people here. 

The city itself has this unique charm, with Collin St and Degraves St reminding me of the vibrancy and liveliness of Karol Bagh in New Delhi, India. 

The tram and train services are exceptionally convenient, making it easy to get around the city while taking in the sights at a relaxed pace.

The friendliness of the people stands out the most. There was a properly dressed guide helping tourists explore attractive spots around Melbourne, which was both thoughtful and refreshing. 

During a visit to my community’s Big Kirtan, I arrived late for Langar, but more than two people were immediately ready to drop me off at the station, ensuring I had guidance to navigate even at a late hour.

On my way back, traveling by train in the evening, I met two patrolling staff who were genuinely concerned about my journey. They offered their assistance by calling a taxi for me on their phone when mine refused to connect to WiFi despite having paid for access. And as if that wasn’t enough, an Uber driver from Ethiopia even took the extra step to get a water stock for me at his own expense, showing a level of care that left me flabbergasted.

Melbourne has truly given me an unforgettable experience, one where the beauty of the city is equally matched by the kindness and hospitality of its people.

Four generations in one frame

Geet Just born

When Geet arrived on 4 June 2014, her presence symbolized the continuation of family legacy, and capturing that historic moment required a few more months of patient planning. 

Five months later, the stars aligned, and a photo of four generations finally came to life. Geet was nestled in the loving arms of her mother, who stood proudly beside her own mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law. Each smile reflected a different chapter of family history—lessons, values, and hopes passed down. The photo preserves the legacy of four women, each shaping the next generation’s journey with care and love.

Our engagement in 1971

Exactly 53 years ago on 24th Oct 1971, a small ring ceremony brought Harvinder and me together for life. It has cherished nostalgic memories of Super Mega event celebrated humbly with utter excitement in the presence of so many common cousins and family members.

Credit Pics: S. Tirlok Singh Kapoor our respected Jija Ji

Twice displaced - My Family

The release of The Kaurs of 1984 documentary has brought a rush of memories flooding back. The mayhem of those days lasted until November 3rd, 1984, during which more than 10,000 Sikhs were allegedly killed across North India. In Delhi alone, over 3,000 were burned alive, and countless women were assaulted.

In those days of 1984, my family and I were among those at risk of being targeted. A mob of 500 to 1,000 people had gathered in the park below my house, with mashals and weapons in hand, ready to strike at anyone they deemed a target. In what felt like an act of fate, a young boy from our Bhogal neighborhood came charging toward the crowd, accelerating his truck with full force. He scattered the mob, sending them running for safety to avoid being crushed.

But this relief was short-lived. After only a few minutes, the attackers regrouped in our local park. Again, that courageous young man brought his truck roaring toward them, and once again, they were forced to disperse. This cycle repeated for hours until darkness fell. Those moments—fear woven with hope, as that boy’s bravery kept the danger at bay—left an indelible mark on me.

My parents take refuge in this house in Panipat near Quallander Chowk after partition of India on religious grounds- Family’s first displacement.

It was then that I knew a choice had to be made. This was the second time in less than four decades that our family faced such upheaval. Excess mortality during the period of partition of India in Aug 1947 is usually estimated to be around one  million. My father S Vasdev Singh with a weight of experience, gently advised me that perhaps it was time to seek a place of safety, stability, and opportunity. And so, I began to lay the foundation for a future in the USA, hoping that my family would never again have to face such peril.

Golden Hawk Encountered

I’ve always cherished my morning walks, finding solace in the fresh air and the occasional sights of nature. Living in San Ramon, California, I’ve come to appreciate the natural beauty and wildlife that make our city so unique. 

One particular morning in October 2011 stands out in my memory. As I was enjoying the peaceful quiet of the early hours, I was fortunate enough to encounter one of these rare hawks. To my pleasant surprise in a place of black hawks, a golden hawk sighting was a God sent gift. It was an extraordinary experience, as these birds are known to be shy and elusive, making such a close sighting a rare event. The hawks, with its powerful wingspan and striking features, seemed to be sharing the space with us, its presence a quiet reminder of the natural beauty that surrounds us here in San Ramon.

Tea talks after the walk in our front yard

In a world where urbanization often threatens wildlife, moments like these remind us of the importance of conservation and coexistence with nature. It was a rare and lucky morning, and the memory of that beautiful Golden hawk remains with us to this day, a symbol of strength, freedom, and the delicate balance we must strive to protect in our environment.

Mojave Desert, the Land of Extremes

Mojave Desert

The Mojave Desert is renowned for its extreme temperatures and unique geography, holding some of the most impressive records on Earth. It is famous for having the hottest air temperature and surface temperature ever recorded, and it also contains the lowest point in North America—282 feet below sea level at Badwater Basin in Death Valley.

World’s tallest Thermometer 

On October 24, 2021, as Harvinder and me passed by the Mojave Desert, we encountered one of its most iconic landmarks: the World’s Tallest Thermometer in Baker, California. At 2:46 PM, the thermometer displayed a temperature reading of 80°F. This towering structure is a tribute to the extreme heat that the region experiences, particularly the record-breaking temperature of 134°F (56.67degree Centigrade) that was recorded in nearby Death Valley on July 10, 1913, one of the highest temperatures ever documented on Earth.

The thermometer itself is an engineering marvel. Made of steel and weighing an incredible 76,812 pounds, it is anchored by 125 cubic yards of concrete. Standing 134 feet tall, the structure is a direct reference to the scorching 134°F temperature that made history. It is not only a practical weather sign but also a symbol of the desert’s extremes, capable of displaying temperatures up to the 134°F mark.

Lone Joshua tree snapped on our way.

Located in the southeastern part of California, the Mojave Desert is home to several distinctive features, including the famous Joshua tree, which grows almost exclusively in this region. The Joshua tree’s twisted, spiky appearance has become emblematic of the desert landscape, symbolizing both the harshness and beauty of this arid environment.

Happiness is writ large on our faces as a $20 Dollar bill was found lying on the floor of Livermore Gas Station with no one around.

As we started from our home, we had to fill up gas tank in our Mercedes GL450, God gifted us $20 bill lying on the ground at the gas station in pitch dark early morning. I recall Harvinder’s Mom gave us $20 bills each to play on Slot Machines when proceeding for Sin city, on our first visit to US in 1988. Perhaps she had sent us this money from heavens.

Bangla Sahib visit in Oct 2023

Walls of Gold in Bangla Sahib Gurdwara Sahib

In October 2023, my visit to Bangla Sahib Gurdwara was a deeply spiritual and memorable experience. Located in the heart of New Delhi, Bangla Sahib holds special significance for Sikhs and visitors worldwide.

Marvelous Entry gate

Upon entering the gurdwara, the serene atmosphere, the sound of the shabad kirtan, and the sight of devotees engrossed in prayers made a profound impression on me. I took time to offer my prayers, seeking the blessings of Guru Sahib in the calm sanctity of the Darbar Sahib. The sacred Sarovar (holy pond) drew my attention, with its historical and spiritual significance tied to Guru Har Krishan Sahib, the eighth Sikh Guru, whose legacy of humility and service to humanity still resonates today.

Remembering Kar Sewa of Sarovar 44 years away.

I reflected on my own journey in Sikhi and thought of my father, Sardar Vasdev Singh, and the deep connections my family has to the faith. He took me, Harvinder and enthusiastic Shiv in 1979 to perform  ‘Kar Sewa’ for expansion of sacred Sarover being undertaken under the watchful eyes of Baba Harbans Singh. 

This time Baggi  and Harvinder undertaking ‘Parikarma’ of Sarvar.

I also recall the visit of Baba Harbans Singh to our Jangpura house for door to door donations. Incidentally Jaggi was visiting us from USA. We donated our bit for the sacred cause.

The langar hall, where seva is done selflessly, reinforced the strong sense of community and service—two ideals I hold dear. This visit in October 2023 revitalized my sense of spirituality and connection with the larger Sikh Panth, making it a memory I will always cherish.

Corruption in India as per New Zealand

Why Indians r corrupt? What's wrong with their attitude? 

A very Hard hitting article from New Zealand.  Its a New Zealander's view on corruption in India

Indians are Hobbesian: ( having a Culture of self interest)

Corruption in India is a cultural aspect. Indians seem to think nothing peculiar about corruption. It is prevalent.

Indians tolerate corrupt individuals rather than correct them. No race can be congenitally corrupt.

To know why Indians are corrupt, look at their patterns and practices.

Firstly:

Religion is transactional in  India.

Indians give God cash and anticipate an out-of-turn reward. 

Such a plea acknowledges that favours are needed for the undeserving.  

In the world outside the temple walls, such a transaction is named “bribe”.  

A wealthy Indian gives not cash to temples, but gold crowns and such baubles. 

His gifts can not feed the poor. His pay-off is for God. He thinks it will be wasted if it goes to a needy man. 

In June 2009, The Hindu published a report of Karnataka minister G. Janardhan Reddy gifting a crown of gold and diamonds worth Rs 45 crore to Tirupati. 

India’s temples collect so much that they don't know what to do with it. Billions are gathering dust in temple vaults. 

When Europeans came to India  they built schools. When Indians go to Europe & USA, they build temples. 

Indians believe that if God accepts money for his favours, then nothing is wrong in doing the same thing. This is why Indians are so easily corruptible. 

Indian culture accommodates such transaction 

First: Morally. There is  no real stigma. An  utterly corrupt politician can make a comeback, just unthinkable in the West. 

Secondly:

Indian moral ambiguity towards corruption is visible in its history. Indian history tells of the capture of cities and kingdoms after guards were paid off to open the gates, and commanders paid off to surrender. 

This is unique to India. 

Indians' corrupt nature has meant limited warfare on the subcontinent.

It is striking how little Indians have actually fought compared to ancient  Greece and modern Europe. 

The Turk's battles with Nadir Shah were vicious and fought to the finish. 

In India fighting wasn't needed, bribing was enough to see off armies. 

Any invader willing to spend cash could brush aside India’s kings, no matter how many tens of thousands soldiers were in their infantry. 

Little resistance was given by the Indians at the “Battle” of Plassey. 

Clive paid off Mir Jaffar and all of Bengal folded to an army of 3,000. 

There was always a financial exchange to taking Indian forts. Golconda was captured in 1687 after the secret back door was left open. 

Mughals vanquished Marathas and Rajputs with nothing but bribes. 

The Raja of Srinagar gave up Dara Shikoh’s son Sulaiman to Aurangzeb after receiving a bribe. 

There are many cases where Indians participated on a large scale in treason due to bribery. 

Question is: Why Indians have a transactional culture while other 'civilized' nations don't? 

Thirdly:

Indians do not believe in the theory that they all can rise if each of them behaves morally, because that is not the message of their faith. 

Their caste system separates them. 

They don't believe that all men are equal. 

This resulted in their division and migration to other religions. 

Many Hindus started their own faith like Sikh, Jain, Buddha and many converted to Christianity and Islam. 

The result is that Indians don't trust one another. 

There are no Indians in India, there are Hindus, Christians, Muslims and what not. 

Indians forget that 1400 years ago they all belonged to one faith. 

This division evolved an unhealthy culture. The inequality has resulted in a corrupt society, in India every one is thus against everyone else, except God and even he must be bribed.

*BRIAN from* 

*Godzone NEW ZEALAND*

Sadly....yes !

(Incidentally, New Zealand is one of the least corrupt nations in the world.) 💐

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