Gobind Records His Thanks

Gobind called his Dadi Ma and me to share the joy of receiving his very first paycheck in life. He made sure I was on the speakerphone, listening alongside her.

With great sincerity, he said:

“I am very thankful and grateful to you for all that you did for me, for raising me to be on my own.”

Hearing this, Harvinder replied softly:

“Oh Sunny, you are part of my heart. You don’t need to thank us for the efforts we made. It is the duty of every parent and grandparent to raise their children as nicely as possible.”

But Gobind insisted, saying he wanted to express and record his own heartfelt feelings, no matter what.

At that moment, my heart swelled with pride. This gratitude from our grandson felt like the best award of our lives — a living acknowledgment of our small efforts, now shining in the heights he has reached.

No Wine But Dine & Fine

During our four-night, five-day stay in Napa for our 53rd wedding anniversary, we had the joy of experiencing a wide variety of cuisines—Thai, Italian, Indian, American, Chinese, and Mexican.

Our very first dinner was at a small family-run Thai restaurant. The chef was so warm and thoughtful—he prepared a fresh soup tailored exactly to our preferences, which made the meal feel very special. On other days, we enjoyed pizza for a quick lunch in between sightseeing, and one evening we treated ourselves to a flavorful Chinese dinner.

During a river walk outing, we stopped at a beautifully decorated Mexican restaurant—bright, colorful, and filled with charm. The food was delicious and matched the vibrant atmosphere perfectly.

Being a teetotaler, there was no wine in Napa for us—but truly it was “No Wine, but Dine & Fine” all the way. Our anniversary trip became memorable not only for the celebrations but also for the flavors we discovered, each meal adding a special taste to our journey together.

Our 53rd Anniversary - 9th Sep

Double Tree Hilton, Napa Valley American Canyan

This year, Harvinder had thoughtfully planned a short trip to Napa Valley, the wine country, to celebrate our 53rd wedding anniversary. We had a suite booked at the DoubleTree for four nights. Since Napa is only about an hour’s drive from our home in San Ramon, it was easy to pack up and head out. The hotel gave us a lovely room and the staff provided excellent service, making our stay comfortable.

Grand Entrance of Gurdwara Sahib named as Guru Nanak Sikh Temple

We arrived a day before our anniversary. On the anniversary day itself, 9th September, we decided to begin the celebrations with a visit to the nearest Gurdwara Sahib in Fairfield, about 20 miles away.

The Beautiful lobby

Folding hands with Ba-Adab (utmost respect) in the lobby.

This Gurdwara is brand new and had just been completed. We had seen it last year, still under construction, when we had visited this location while passing through on our way to meet Gobind at UC Davis. Even then, we had admired the location. Now, walking into the fully completed Gurdwara was a special thrill—absolutely neat, clean, and fully air-conditioned.

Harvinder going ahead towards Baba ji to bow her head. Baba ji was decorated with expansive blue color Rumalas ad the ceiling was lit with matching blue LED lights. They intend to match the color of lights with the color of Rumalas-a beautiful innovation.

As we entered, the shoes were to be left at a beautifully arranged spot in the lobby outside the Diwan Hall. The lobby was welcoming indeed. Babaji’s Prakash was already in progress, and sevadars were giving prasad to every visitor.

Harvinder reads and is thrilled by the Guru’s Hukamnama and so I do and thanks Baba ji for blessing us with this Hukam.

We bowed our heads in gratitude, thanking Babaji for blessing us with 53 wonderful years of togetherness—a journey across countries and continents, across phases of life, but always guided by His grace.

A Selfie to get Baba ji in view from the Lobby.

We felt deeply thankful for the abundance of blessings, for our growing family, and prayed for continued blessings for ourselves and our children.

What a Langar, hot and fresh from the oven.

The visit ended beautifully with langar. Though simple, it felt divine. The sevadars invited us warmly. There was one hot, freshly cooked vegetable curry, chapati, and some sweets. The sabzi was so flavorful that I couldn’t resist taking a second helping.

The Langar details with beautiful and cute reusable steel plates.

Harvinder, too, felt unusually hungry that day and asked for a fresh chapati—something beyond her normal quota! That small, heartfelt meal completed the day perfectly.

A unique feature introduced in this Gurdwara Sahib- a special low lying area on either side for handicapped and old people who can not squat on the floor. A well thought of feature by Gurdwara Sahib administration.

We returned with full hearts, feeling blessed and grateful to Babaji for guiding us through 53 years of love, togetherness, and grace.

Appeal to my own

With Waheguru’s grace, most of us are well-settled and comfortable in our lives. It is only right that, in times of hardship, we contribute a little from what we have received. Our fellow villagers in Badbar, especially the poorer families, have suffered heavy damage to their houses in the recent heavy rains havoc.

DhunAnand Foundation has already begun extending help by providing rations and undertaking small repairs for nearly 70 families. While we may not be able to rebuild everything at once, even small steps together can make a meaningful difference.

At this stage, I am not seeking financial assistance, but it would be truly valuable if we could join hands in Sewa and work together for the welfare of the community. Our standing with the cause would encourage and motivate fellow villagers. I also understand that your own area is facing severe difficulties, but Badbar remains the soil from which our roots draw strength.

Massi Lachhmi Bai attends Shivpreet Wedding Reception

Remembering Two Floods: 1955 and 2025 in Punjab

he Floods of 1955: A Family Memory

After Partition, it took us 7 years to find a new home in Jangpura, Delhi through our Claims against our left over properties in Pakistan. My grandmother, Bhabhiji, was the heart of that home—a woman of warmth and strength who had carried her spirit from Multan to new India. She would spend time with us in Panipat and some time in Chandigarh, with her younger son and my Chachaji Sardar Inderjit Singh.

Not wanting to go between two houses, independent-spirited Bhabhiji decided to live by herself in the village of Badbar. There she would be close to her near and dear friends and family from Multan and moved to an old house slotted to us in Badbar. My father Sardar Vasdev Singh and Chachaji took turns staying with her, a rhythm of care that connected our city lives to her rural peace.

Then, in 1955, the floods came.

The waters rose with a fury that swallowed fields and isolated homes. Badbar, even on its small hill, was cut off from the world. With no telephones, we were left in a silent agony of waiting, our only news the crackling reports from a radio.

For days, our family didn't know if she was safe. It was my Chachaji who finally battled through the receding waters to reach her. And what he found was a miracle of spirit.

Amidst the devastation, Bhabhiji’s faith was unshakable. She greeted him not with fear, but with a joke. “Why should I worry?” she said. “Guru Gobind Singh Ji is right here with me, his sword drawn to fight anyone who comes.”

Bhabhi ji in 1955

No one in our family ever could unsheathe that sword. The funny truth was that sword never came out of its wooden sheathe. She would just scare potential thief’s at the door—and they might have been squeaky and unsuspecting mice at the door—by shouting that she was coming out with her Kirpan. We would laugh at this small woman fierce with her unusable weapon. Actually, her faith was her true weapon. It was her protection, and it became our courage.

Seventy years have passed. Canals were built, the land was secured, and the floods were tamed by human effort. But today, as Punjab faces another great flood in 2025, the old fear returns. We see the same grief, the same loss.

Yet we are reminded of the same truth: Punjab survives not only on its fields but on its spirit. It survives on the unshakable faith of its people, standing together through the waters, just as Bhabhiji did.

Gobind Kapoor - Badha Mashhoor

Gobind having fun

The grandmother Harvinder has fondly named her grandson Gobind Kapoor, the Badha Mash-hoor—because she feels deep in her heart that he will one day become a most famous person.

family getting together in Davis

During his college days in the dorms, Gobind was always immersed in his work, day and night, he could be found tackling mathematics problems with tireless focus.

Harvinder with her fav Gobind

His passion for completing his mathematics major was so strong that it took some effort from us to convince him to also pursue Computer Science as a second major.

When Gobind was awarded by University of California at Davis for excellence in Math.

He finally agreed, realizing that alongside mathematics, computer science would give him a well-rounded path forward, whether in research, academics, or industry.

Gobind and Mom Shilpy in Davis

Now, after that intense academic journey, he has begun to scale himself up in a promising company in Boston. It is only the beginning, but it marks his steady steps into the wider world.

Gobind always treated us in new restaurant every time we visited him in Davis.

With time, maturity, and blessings, we hope and believe that our Badha Mash-hour Gobind will continue to shine, carrying forward both intellect and values into his professional and personal life

My skillful granddaughter Jania

A Creative Conversation with My Granddaughter Jania

Artistically delicate & sober Nail design synchs with Jania personality.

Today, I sat down with my granddaughter Jania, who was eagerly showing me her new passion — nail art. What started as a simple question from me turned into a heart-warming conversation, one that revealed her creativity, patience, and skill.

Jania explained her process with great detail and pride:

She told me that she begins with nail extension tips. She carefully shapes them to her liking, then buffs the surface so the polish will stick properly. Once that’s done, she applies nail polish and takes a fine brush to create delicate designs. Only after the artwork is complete does she glue the tips onto her nails.

I asked her how long it usually takes. With an honest smile, she said, “This one would take me two, two and a half, maybe three hours in total. It would be even longer if I did the art after sticking it onto my nails, because then I’d have to concentrate more on my finger.”

Curious, I asked, “Do you do this in your leisure time? Is this your hobby?”

Her eyes lit up as she replied, “Yeah.”

At that moment, I felt an immense sense of pride. I told her, “Very good. I am very proud of you. This shows that you are not only an artist, but also that your hand and finger movements are excellent — skills that will help you in whatever career you choose in the future.”

She thanked me softly, and I blessed her with a heartfelt wish: “You have good luck, and may you always have a nice time with whatever you pursue.”

We ended with a cheerful “Bye,” both smiling — her with the joy of being appreciated, and me with the pride of seeing her talents blossom.

This simple exchange reminded me how hobbies can bring out hidden strengths in children. For Jania, nail art isn’t just about beauty; it’s about patience, precision, and creativity. And for me, it was yet another moment to encourage and nurture her growing talents.

Gobind Joins His First Full Time Job In Boston

I was just 21 when I got my first full-time job. By a stroke of fortune, my posting was in Karnal, the very place where my dad was also posted. The whole family, especially Papaji, was overjoyed. Karnal was about 20 miles from Panipat, and every morning both of us would travel together by train, returning the same way in the evening.

Papaji had kept a bicycle at the station. From there he would ride about a mile to his office, and I would then take the same cycle another half mile further to mine. In the evening, we followed the same routine in reverse.

It was Papaji who purchased a monthly train pass for me, and along with it gave me ₹15 for snacks or small expenses. Truth be told, I could hardly find ways to spend that money. Lunch was always lovingly packed by my mother, and often at the sites, the contractor covered our snacks and local travel. A cup of tea those days cost only 25 paisa, so the greatest thrill for me was to treat my friends to tea on our way back from Karnal. That feeling of sharing, of standing tall as an earning member, was priceless.

I recall all this today because Gobind has just begun his first full-time job today the 25th Aug 2025 just crossing the 21st year by couple of weeks. Shivpreet has gone to help him settle in Boston, just as my father once helped me. I still remember Papaji calling me ‘Kamauputra’, the son who had started earning, and who would continue to do so through life.

Shivpreet, too, had stepped into this role of ‘Kamauputra’ when he began his first full-time job in LifeScan after graduating from UC Berkeley in 1996 at the age of 21. And now today, Gobind proudly follows in the same footsteps.

I wish him every success in his journey. May Babaji always bless him.

Janamashtami Celebrations

When I met Sant Kirpal Singh ji Maharaj

1894-1974

One of the most remarkable days, in 1969 or 1970, came when Massar Ji, always dressed in his stylish, fashionable clothes, hosted Sant Kirpal Singh ji in his house at 6/2 Shankar Road, Rajinder Nagar.

Masar Amir Chand Butta and Massi Lachhami Devi- a glamorous couple in Karachi in 1940

Massar ji made it sure and reminded me more than once that I must reach his home well before the scheduled time of arrival of Maharaj ji. He was overjoyed to see me reaching well ahead of time.We spread a large tent and placed a grand chair right in the middle of the road. I can still see Massar Ji’s excitement as he led me forward to meet Maharaj Ji. My turban caught his attention, and I felt a surge of pride as I shared a few words about how closely I was connected.

Dashing Masar ji on Shivpreet Sangeet/Mehndi ceremony in Malviya Nagar New Delhi in Dec 1999. My cousin Prema Wadhwa and her husband Harbans Lal Wadhwa are also seen.

It remains one of the proudest and most blessed moments of my life — to stand in the presence of Maharaj Ji, to meet him so closely, and to have the honor of touching his feet.

“ਮਹਾਰਾਜ ਦੇ ਦਰਸ਼ਨ ਮਿਲੇ, ਧਰਤੀ ਹੋਈ ਧੰਨ,

ਪੈਰ ਛੂਹ ਕੇ ਲੀਤੀ ਦਾਤ, ਉਮਰ ਹੋਈ ਰੰਗ-ਰੰਗ।”

(Maharaj’s darshan made the earth blessed,

By touching his feet, my life was filled with colors of grace.)

Send off Kirtan for Gobind

Moving To Boston

Gobind Singh offers a proud pose

This was a very special occasion for our family—a send-off Kirtan for our dear Gobind Kapoor, as he prepares to leave the Bay Area for Boston to begin his very first full-time job.

Gobind in a Restaurant in Harvard Square on June 22, 2024.

Last year, he had an internship at this company, and they were so impressed with him that they not only offered him a top permanent position for a newly entrant but also included in the offer a remarkable benefit: they will cover expenses for his future Master’s program at Georgia Tech.

San Francisco - Boston. We and Gobind will be on either side of the Coast.

Though Boston is far, across the country from the family and friends with whom he grew up in San Ramon, we know it is the right step for him to build his career, become independent, and carry his values with him wherever he goes.

Sehaj path of Sri Guru Granth Sahib

Our Prayer room ready

Harvinder and I had decided that in gratitude to the Almighty, we would begin the continuous reading Sehaj Path of Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji, and complete it before Gobind’s birthday and his departure. By Waheguru’s grace, the reading was completed lovingly and with devotion.

Shilpy, Jania and Geet in Harminder Sahib Amritsar on Aug 4,2025

One special blessing came when Shilpy and girls Jania and Geet were in Amritsar visiting Sri Harmandar Sahib. By chance, Shilpy Mamajis, the Kandharis (S. Jaspal Kandhari and family)—had arranged an Akhand Path inside the Sanctum Sanctorum. At that very sacred spot, where Guru Ram Das Ji himself studied and recited Gurbani, Shilpy participated in the reading through her phone right on that spot. It felt as though our humble path had merged into that eternal vibration. Truly, it was Waheguru’s special gift to us.

Shilpy disbursing the Parsd.

Gobind’s turn to wave the Chour Sahib.

We keep the double door open when the whole family sits around. The dog Bhaalu gets excited and joins in.

Shiv and Jania listen to the Guru Hukam through me.

The completion of the Ninth Mahalla Shlokas was made even more memorable as Shiv himself participated in the recitation. Our entire family came together in service—Shilpy prepared Prasad and Bhog, Gobind did Ardas with great fluency and devotion, Jania and Geet respectfully waved the Chaur Sahib, and even our beloved dog, Bhaalu, seemed part of this spiritual atmosphere!

Here is the Hukamnama — order of the Guru today:

Gurus Hukamnama is placed above along with English translations for all to benefit. How appropriate for Gobind and his family.

For me, it was a humble duty to read the Hukamnama, which arrived as divine guidance for all in the family.

Shukrana Kirtan and Langar

Langar cooking Sewa by Shilpy, Jania and Geet.

Shiv and me peeling off carrots meant for Salad.

On the final Sunday, we had invited friends and family to Hayward Gurdwara Sahib for the concluding Kirtan. Initially, many had said they might not make it due to prior commitments, but by Guru’s grace, the Gurdwara hall was overflowing, filled with Sangat beyond our expectations.

Full view of Sangat.

The atmosphere was charged with love and blessings. The Langar was arranged with great care, even with an on-site tandoor for fresh hot naans, which everyone enjoyed. After the Kirtan and Bhog, we all gathered in the adjoining hall to share food and fellowship.

Dressed up Family photo in Gurdwara Sahib

Newly weds Jason and Sharini with Harvinder

Waiting for the Langar.

Accompanied by my sister Ambu Bhenji, discussing my village Badbar School project with dear Rajpal ji.

Gobind siting in a ‘Pangat’ for Langar with his friend Jaskinder and his friendly Taran Chachu.

My cousin and Harvinder aunty Mrs Satwant Khanna though 90, came all the way to bless Gobind. Ambu Bhenji and Baggi Veer join her.

Gobind gets blessings from uncle Hardeep Gulati and is seen here with Geet and cousins Sahib and Heer.

The warmth of the sangat, the blessings of Guru Sahib, and the prayers of all our family and friends surrounded Gobind as he prepared for this new chapter in life.

Unwinding with Pizza dinner at home.

Family Blessings on Gobind

Yet, as the evening came to a close, I felt a deep sadness too—realizing that now our dear Gobind was truly on the brink of leaving this home, stepping out into the world on his own.

A day before his departure, Gobind came to my room and asked with a smile, “Dadaji, will you be crying when I leave home?” It has always been my lighthearted joke with my grandchildren that when they leave, I cry. But this time, I surprised him—and myself. I am not crying. Instead, I feel strong and proud.

Brave and ready for any battle or war.

I see in him a warrior ready to face the world—fully trained, educated, and enriched with our family’s love and memories—to fight the challenges ahead with courage.

Reaching to the lotus feet of Baba ji

I have also taught him where true strength lies: to go directly to Babaji, through Ardaas. This time, his Ardaas was not only fluent but also flawless and confident—so much so that now he can lead it in public. I reminded him never to depend on any person for answers—only on God, Babaji. May he always remember this path.

Blessing the kiddos

With Waheguru’s grace, may Gobind, Jania and Geet remain in Chardi Kala, may Babaji always be with them, guiding them. May Gobind take care of his health, of his family, of his younger siblings and his loving parents—and may he also remember his old grandparents with love.