Shivpreet “A Rising Voice in Divine Service”

Tripat and Simer in Sherwood on their recent trip to USA

What a deep sense of consolation, honor, and pure satisfaction I feel when someone closely related to me sends a video of Shiv’s Shabad playing somewhere, or when they tell me that their friends were touched by his singing and then add, “If you know him, you should really listen to him.” How heartwarming it is to hear them proudly reply, “Yes, he’s one of our own our rising star.” The joy in those moments is indescribable.

Tripat and Simren were thrilled to enjoy the Shabad in the Elevator

Just today morning, my dear niece Simer sent me a video of the lift at Bangla Sahib Gurdwara. And what was playing there? Shiv’s Shabad ‘Jo Mangai Thakur…’ on a loop.

On my last trip to Bangla Sahib in Mar 2025.

It’s most humbling to note that this very Shabad has now become part of the spiritual journey for anyone who enters the pious Gurdwara Sahib through the underground parking and heads toward the sanctum sanctorum. That his voice is what welcomes them into such sacred space is deeply moving.

Harvinder at the Bangla Sahib Gurdwara entrance.

Babaji, thank You from the depths of my heart for blessing Shivpreet with the strength, inspiration, and dedication to spread Your word through his gift of music. He is now fully devoted passionately so to this path. Thank You for guiding him and allowing us to witness this beautiful journey.

Tripat and Simer enjoying the Shabad in the Lift

Geet learning to say ‘Waheguru’

Geet happy to be in grandma lap

Every morning, until the age of five, all three of our grandkids would snuggle into our bed and begin their day playing with us. Or perhaps, more truthfully, we played with them, cherishing those innocent giggles and sparkling eyes.

A short video by Harvinder on Aug 13, 2015 while celebrating her own birthday

Amidst those playful moments, we found a quiet opportunity to share the values that have guided us through life. One such tender moment remains etched in memory, when Harvinder gently taught little Geet, barely over a year old, to say Waheguru.

A historic photo expressing the love of brother and sisters on Rakhi Day in 2015. Shiv is seen to capture the moment but is himself camera shot by Harvinder.

Through play, we planted the seeds of remembrance — softly encouraging them to keep God close to their hearts, even as they laughed and tumbled through childhood.

Fauja Singh: The Turbaned Tornado Who Ran Through

Fauja Singh, the legendary marathon runner from Punjab, passed away yesterday in a tragic hit-and-run accident in his native Beas at the age of 114.

Born in 1911, Fauja Singh didn’t walk until age five and didn’t run his first marathon until he was 89—after losing his wife and son in a car accident. To cope with his grief and loneliness, he turned to running. What started as healing became history.

He ran marathons across the world—London, Toronto, New York—becoming the oldest person to complete a full marathon at age 100. Guinness World Records couldn’t officially recognize him due to a lack of birth documents, but to the world, he needed no certificate.

Fauja carried the Olympic torch, appeared in global campaigns, and inspired millions with his message:

“It’s never too late to start, and it’s never too early to believe.”

With my friend’s grandkids - always inspiring

He defied age, overcame sorrow, and ran with purpose.

His final journey ended suddenly, but his legacy will run forever.

Rest in peace, Fauja Singh ji.

A century-old spirit. A timeless inspiration.

An Evening with Ice-cream with Grandkids

Heading towards the store for Ice-Cream

These may be difficult times in the world outside, but inside our home, we’re wrapped in the comfort of family. With the kids home for summer vacation, the house feels full again—full of voices, footsteps, and laughter. Gobind has just completed his college degree and is enjoying a short break with us before starting his new job in Boston. It’s a rare and treasured time, having him around without the pressure of studies or work.

Waiting for me to join them

Last evening, while we were finishing up dinner, I suggested we all go out for some ice cream from our favorite neighborhood store. Jania immediately brightened up—“Yes, I can go after dinner!” she said enthusiastically. Gobind and Geet agreed just as quickly. Naturally, Gobind offered to drive us.

So the five of us—Harvinder and I, and our three grandchildren—climbed into the car and made our way to the local Safeway, a familiar and favorite place for all of us.

All set to go.

As soon as we entered, Gobind headed straight for the ice cream aisle and grabbed his favorite without a second thought. Jania picked hers right away too. Geet was more deliberate—she picked one, paused, then switched it for another. What I noticed was that all three chose the smaller-sized packs, ignoring the more economical, larger ones that were on sale.

Being the practical elder, I suggested they consider getting the bigger packs—it made more sense in terms of value. But Harvinder gently intervened with a smile, saying, “Their thinking is different from ours. They go for what they like, not what’s cheapest.” And I had to agree.

In the que for paying to the cashier.

We checked out at the cashier and headed back home, all of us enjoying our chosen flavors. For Harvinder and me, it was one of those golden moments—simple yet deeply fulfilling. Just being with our grandkids, watching them enjoy the little joys of life, made the evening unforgettable. And I’m sure, in their own way, they cherished it too.

Feeling at peace

Enjoyful as ever

In the quiet of my thoughts, I feel at peace, deeply calm, more so than ever before. A certain stillness rests in my heart, not from absence, but from fulfillment. I carry a quiet satisfaction, knowing I answered the responsibilities entrusted to me by our parents with the best of my intentions and efforts.

If you all have reached a place in life where you no longer need support, then that brings me great comfort. It tells me something has worked, something has held. My part, as I see it, is done. I no longer hold the strength or the means to offer more, and perhaps, that’s as it should be.

I have no regrets. I have lived fully, with a sense of purpose and presence. Along the way, I wove a web—of care, guidance, and experience not for control, but for sharing. It’s there for each of you to draw from, or leave untouched, as you choose.

This is not farewell. It’s simply a still moment in the flow of life, where I can look around and feel content.

When kids are on vacation

Feeling sad, kids companions are keenly waiting for them to come back.

New Tractor 2016

My new Tractor Swaraj 855 in my village Badbar, Distt Barnala Pb

Geet a toddler singing ‘Waheguru’

Whispers of Moonlight in July 2020

He playhouse in full glory with full bright moon.

5th July 2020 Tonight:

The moon, so full, so bright,

Bathed all the yard in silver light.

As if the skies had bent to grace

My little home’s familiar space.

Jania playing, when the playhouse is still under being repainted.

The playhouse stood in moon’s embrace,

A joyful, painted, sacred place.

Repainted with care and loving cheer

A few years back by Jania and Neha dear.

Jania and Anika playing in the same Play house before the same was painted by me with help of Jania and our neighbor Neha

Its roof of red, its doors of green,

Now shimmered soft in twilight’s sheen.

Their laughter still lived in the air—

Two gentle souls beyond compare.

The palm tree reached with reverent poise,

Its leaves like hymns without a noise.

The flowers nodded, dreams took flight,

Within the peace of holy night.

And in that hush, my heart could feel

A love so deep, so pure, so real.

This backyard, under heaven’s dome,

Felt less like earth—and more like home.