Saturday, February 21, 2026

Honesty: Our Familiy’s True inheritance


My Dad S Vasdev Singh, with his favorite color of turban, sun-bathing in the front yard of our first rented dream apartment in San Jose Ca

In earlier times, in our family, one principle stood above all,  absolute honesty and staying true to one’s word. Before Partition, most of our elders served in government positions, in courts, police, Government  administration, or with British India Army. They were always advised: never take a bribe, never compromise

My Dad’s Matriculation certificate

After the Partition of 1947, my father, a high School graduate from S.D. High School Multan with high grades, secured a job as a Rationing Inspector in the city of Panipat where we were waiting at the Railway station for the next train to transport us to Delhi as many of our close family members were in the process of rehabilitation. 

The train which was taking my Mom, Dad, me and Bhagwant to Delhi got condoned and just dropped us at Panipat Railway Station. The whole family along with thousands others squatted on the ground for weeks while waiting for the next train. So we remained on road for a few days before my Dad searched a big house where three families could inhabit together and felt secured.

As a Rationing Inspector, his responsibility, inter-alia, was to allot quotas of sugar and flour to city’s bakeries and confectioners. Naturally, those bakery owners tried to “please” the inspector in gratitude. Even a small bribe of one rupee was meaningful in those days, when his total monthly salary was only about one hundred rupees. Yet, my father never accepted a single dishonest offering.

My Dad S Vasdev Singh seen here in the back row.in a pic dyed Jan 11 1955, when his boss the Sub Judge Panipat courts was getting a farewell on his transfer.

Later, when the rationing department was reduced, he joined the local courts. Before Partition of the country in 1947, he had already worked in the courts in Multan, so he had experience. The Courts and Police departments are often notoriously known for squeezing money from people even for small applications. But my father remained firm. As a reader to the Sub-Judge, he scheduled hearings and assisted the public fairly. He never demanded or accepted bribes. He, thus, became very popular in the city because people trusted him.

The Nawal Talkies Panipat where we were supposed to see one pictyre per year after passing in the Annual exams. Dad had the previlige to get four-seat pass on a small piece of hand written paper.

The only “perks” he ever received were harmless tokens,  sometimes a cinema pass from Nawal Talkies, or an invitation to the annual Ram Leela functions. And occasionally, someone would offer him a cup of tea with a piece of barfi(cake piece)

I still remember visiting him at the court as a young boy. He would smile and say to someone nearby, “You owe me a cup of tea and a barfi, join us as my son is here today!” And a couple of times, I was treated that way. That was perhaps the only light-hearted deviation I ever saw from his strict discipline.


This is the last time we visited our farms together. He was very frail and had no energy to walk. But once in his farm, he became enthusiastic, one of my accompanying sister Bhagwant remarked, “ Papa ji, you have suddenly become young and energetic while walking through your fields” Breathing fresh air in the ripe crops injects energy in your body indeed.

Honesty was the very core of his character. That sacred value has continued in our family, with me, and now with my illustrious son, Shivpreet, and his children.

During my tenure with the Government of India, a major contract with a German (Siemens) firm for the Northern Region Load Dispatch Center was processed through me as Head of the Office. Yet, through a completely foolproof payment system deployed by me, not a single penny was allowed to pass improperly.

Northern Region Electricity Board, Katwaria Sarai, New Delhi

Today, even while living in the United States, my grand children uphold the same principle,  that integrity stands above everything else. Positions may change, countries may change, but principles must never change.

That is the true wealth our family inherited.


Friday, February 20, 2026

Gobind: Warmth Across the Snow

Gobind enjoying his Guitar in San Ramon

I had been missing Gobind as we had not spoken for a while. The poor fellow was all alone, facing the severe snowy weather in a new place,  Boston. Having lived all his life in the mild temperatures of the San Francisco Bay Area, this harsh winter was truly a test for him. On top of that, his field assignments exposed him to even tougher outdoor conditions.

We tried our best to rush snow clothes and proper shoes to him. By God’s grace, he has come through it all unscathed. The short conversation below is like a certificate of his resilience and maturity.

I deeply love my first grandchild, who shows such empathy and compassion even while sitting thousands of miles away.


Me:

How are you, my little kid?

How can I help you from a distance?

How is your job and your colleagues?


Gobind:

I am good, my big grandfather.

You can help me by being healthy and happy and having fun with Geet.

My job is good.

My colleagues are nice.


His words warmed my heart more than any winter coat ever could. ❤️


Nature’s Lesson in gratitude

In old age, birds lose their strength. Their wings that once soared high in the sky grow weak, and they can no longer fly in search of food. There are no old-age homes for them, no institutions, no external support systems. And yet, they are not abandoned.



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Their young ones, the very chicks they once nurtured, protected, and fed tirelessly, now return the care. They bring food in their tiny beaks and gently feed their aging parents. What a beautiful cycle of love, gratitude, and responsibility.


This simple yet powerful scene carries a profound message for humanity. In the natural world, care for elders is not enforced by law or social pressure; it flows naturally from love and instinct. The parents once sacrificed their comfort to raise their young, and when time turns the wheel, the young step forward to serve them.


It reminds us that aging is not a burden,  it is a phase deserving dignity, compassion, and respect. Nature quietly teaches us that true civilization is measured not by wealth or progress, but by how we treat those who once stood strong for us.


Salute to nature for this timeless lesson. Such a beautiful clip deserves to be shared, reflected upon, and lived by. 


From Pajama To Shorts



Care My Night Suit is now ready to wear after Pajamas is fixed


I have a small hobby of doing my own needle repairs. Mostly because of my height, the pants and pajamas I buy from the market usually have to be shortened. So I cut them and hem them myself.


This time, I bought a new sleeping suit, and naturally, the pajama bottoms were too long. I asked Harvinder to help me cut them. Usually, I do the cutting and she stitches them, either with the sewing machine or by hemming. But she was busy with something important and couldn’t help.


So I thought, why not finish my own job? I took out the needle and thread and began hemming. It hardly takes me 25 minutes. In between, I had to step out for lunch.


While I was out, a thought crossed my mind. What if Harvinder, with good intentions, decided to cut the pajamas further, maybe another two or three inches? That reminded me of a joke I had heard in my younger days.


An elderly grandfather once wanted his pajama shortened by two inches. He asked his daughter-in-law to do it. She was busy and asked her daughter to do it. The next day, nothing had been done. Then he asked another daughter-in-law. Again, everyone was busy. Finally, on the third day, the grandfather decided to cut and hem it himself and kept it aside.


Later, each family member remembered the request separately. Wanting to help, each one cut two inches and left it for him.


In the end, six extra inches had been cut!


So I smiled to myself and hurried back home, just to make sure my pajamas were safe. Otherwise, instead of a sleeping suit, I might have ended up with shorts!


Jokes are jokes, but they often carry quiet wisdom. In our busy lives, intentions are good, but coordination is rare. Sometimes the simplest solution is to quietly do your own small tasks and avoid unnecessary confusion. And at this age, it is better to lose a little time with a needle and thread than lose six inches of perfectly good cloth!


Thursday, February 19, 2026

Baba Ji Shabad in the Making

Shivpreet  having Shabad singing rehearsal 

Shiv was, as usual, very busy in his studio, practicing his new composition. When he came back into the living room, I casually asked, “How are things going?”


With a sparkle in his eyes, he replied, “Oh Dad, just as you mentioned ‘mazaa aa gaya!’ I truly enjoyed creating this Shabad. Baba ji di kirpa ho gayi.”


He immediately invited both me and his mom, who was watching a TV show at the time. She instantly left the show, and the three of us walked into his studio together. He played the composition for us on his computer.


Those few moments were simply magical,  so lovely and so joyful. Our mind, body, and soul felt completely in harmony with the divine ambience his composition created.


We just sat there, absorbed… grateful… fulfilled.


Wednesday, February 18, 2026

When we were the King and Queen of Cruise Ship



As the crew offered a space in the center, we felt we were under the King and Queen of Cruise Ship

It was truly a wonderful honor to be crowned King and Queen aboard the Ruby Princess during our voyage from 29th January to 14th February. The entire journey from San Francisco to Hawaii was nothing short of delightful. From the very first day, we were treated with warmth, grace, and exceptional hospitality of the highest order.

The Mexican food in Espenada 


The lavish buffets offered an extraordinary variety of dishes, from special themed spreads to elaborate desserts. As vegetarians, our choices were naturally limited, yet we were well cared for. Those who relished non-vegetarian cuisine, especially seafood lovers, were truly fortunate to indulge in the abundant and beautifully presented delicacies.

Honorable treat with Live performances  

Almost every evening at 7:30 sharp, we dined at different specialty restaurants. The chefs went out of their way to accommodate us. We were pleasantly surprised with thoughtfully prepared Indian dishes and delightful tempuras. 

The special customized Biryani covered with baked flour above for each of us not only looking awesome but mouth watering and sizzling hot.


One memorable night, the chef prepared a special vegetarian biryani exclusively for us, cooked separately in its own pot with great care. Alongside it came delicious Indian curries and freshly made naan breads.

A farewell get together of whole crew

Harvinder With Holly the cruise Director who managed the Cruise TV as well as handled entertainment assignments



Every meal, every gesture, and every smile added to the magic of the voyage. It was, indeed, a truly wonderful and unforgettable experience. 🌊✨


Monday, February 16, 2026

‘GoodMan The Laltain’

Gobind graduating from Pre-School




I often call Gobind, “GoodMan the Laltain.”


The phrase traces its roots to early 20th century Indian Army slang, “Goodman the Laltain, bad man the Diya.” It was a rustic expression, often attributed to North Indian troops, suggesting that both good and bad men have their own light, the good man shining bright like a lantern, the other perhaps like a small lamp. It carried humor, satire, and affection in equal measure.


Now comes an even more fascinating layer.


Gobind’s Nana Pa Maj Gen Harkirat Singh (Ret.) in ceremonial dress and Nani Ma


Major General Harkirat Singh (Ret.),  Gobind Nana Pa of the Indian Army adds that lanterns were introduced into the Army around the end of World War I. They were manufactured by the Goodman Company of the UK and remained in service even when he was commissioned in 1971, though by then they were being produced indigenously.


Folk lore among North Indian troops gave rise to the phrase “गुडमैन दी लालटैन” ,  quite literally, “Goodman’s lantern.” Over time, it blended into soldierly humor and affectionate address.


Gobind, however, had his own understanding of why I call him “GoodMan, the Laltain.”


He has long believed that I bestowed this title upon him because he is the tenth descendant (Lal’s Tenth descendent) of Bhai Nand Lal, the eminent poet in the court of Guru Gobind Singh. In his mind, the lineage itself was the lantern, glowing with inherited poetry and grace.


Then came the delightful moment.


Shiv and Gobind in San Ramon Ca this Christmas when Gobind was visiting home from Boston

Shiv came running to me, phone in hand, Gobind on live call, proudly confirming that he was indeed the tenth descendant.


At which point Major General Nana Pa wryly adds:

“Has the aspect of ‘10th or 11th descendant’ been resolved?” 😃


For in simple arithmetic truth, Gobind is the eleventh.


And so my “GoodMan the Laltain” shines, not merely because of ancestry, not merely because of regimental folklore but because he carries the flame forward, one generation brighter.


I burst into laughter like never before.