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| If you think you are beaten, your are If you think you dare not, you won't, If you like to win, but don't think you can It's almost a cinch you won't If you think you'll lose, you're lost For out in the world you find, Success begins with a fellow's will It's all in a state of mind For many a game is lost Ere even a play is run, And many a coward fails Ere even his work is begun Think big and your deeds will grow Think small and you'll fall behind Think that you can and you will It's all a state of mind If you think you are out-classed, your are You've got to think high to rise You've got to be sure of yourself before You can ever win a prize Life battles don't always go To the stronger or faster man But sooner or later, the man who wins Is the fellow who thinks he can |
Sunday, 30 September 2007
State of Mind
Tuesday, 25 September 2007
CHILL OUT
It's not good to keep everything locked up inside.
It's not good to let everything else out either.
Personally, i've had a lot of problems about expressing my views and feeling. Since Year 7, age 11 to today age 15, year 11, i have been bullied and isolated but never had anyone to talk to about how i felt. That's where Mr Snuggles, my teddy for life came in handy. It seems silly but it helps. Also writting your feeling in a diary also helps, it gets it into the open without anyone giving their opinion or judgement on them.
Many people express their views in different ways.
Peoms
Stories
Cartoons
Comics
Pupets
and many other
How do you express you views?
It's not good to let everything else out either.
Personally, i've had a lot of problems about expressing my views and feeling. Since Year 7, age 11 to today age 15, year 11, i have been bullied and isolated but never had anyone to talk to about how i felt. That's where Mr Snuggles, my teddy for life came in handy. It seems silly but it helps. Also writting your feeling in a diary also helps, it gets it into the open without anyone giving their opinion or judgement on them.
Many people express their views in different ways.
Peoms
Stories
Cartoons
Comics
Pupets
and many other
How do you express you views?
Sunday, 23 September 2007
Mourinho - The Special One
José Mourinho - The world is mine
What a shame? The best and only true manager for Chelsea!! Hope Abramovich lives to regret it! Still Chelsea Supporter though!!!!
Clip worth watching
Is he still the special one?
http://news.bbc.co.uk/player/sol/newsid_7000000/newsid_7007700/7007752.stm?bw=bb&mp=wm&news=1
His version of events
http://news.bbc.co.uk/player/sol/newsid_7000000/newsid_7007700/7007752.stm?bw=bb&mp=wm&news=1
What a shame? The best and only true manager for Chelsea!! Hope Abramovich lives to regret it! Still Chelsea Supporter though!!!!
Clip worth watching
Is he still the special one?
http://news.bbc.co.uk/player/sol/newsid_7000000/newsid_7007700/7007752.stm?bw=bb&mp=wm&news=1
His version of events
http://news.bbc.co.uk/player/sol/newsid_7000000/newsid_7007700/7007752.stm?bw=bb&mp=wm&news=1
HE WILL BE MISSED FOREVER.......THE ONE AND ONLY TRUE MANAGER FOR THE BRIDGE
Thursday, 20 September 2007
Your Identity
Your identity is who you are.....be who you want to be not what one tells you to be
This doesn't mean that you can be a murderer or rapist cos you want to........you have to use some common sense.
Be the best person you can be. Be helpful, be kind, have a smile, be compasionate.
Your identity isn't always what you look like, its what impression you give.
5 things for a good identity]
This doesn't mean that you can be a murderer or rapist cos you want to........you have to use some common sense.
Be the best person you can be. Be helpful, be kind, have a smile, be compasionate.
Your identity isn't always what you look like, its what impression you give.
5 things for a good identity]
- Truth
- Compassion
- Faith
- Contentment
- Cleansliness of the mind, body and spirit
Feel free to add your own and contradict mine
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
Equality
How to express equality...now thats hard.
People who do not accept you just becasue you look different or have a different way of life aren't worth bothering about. Usually if they can't accept you it means their jealous or just been brought up that way....either way there useless and shouldn't be thought about twice.
Equality Act 2006
2006 CHAPTER 3
CONTENTS
Go to Preamble
Part 1
The Commission for Equality and Human Rights
The Commission
1. Establishment
2. Constitution, &c.
3. General duty
4. Strategic plan
5. Strategic plan: consultation
6. Disclosure
7. Scotland: human rights
Duties
8. Equality and diversity
9. Human rights
10. Groups
11. Monitoring the law
12. Monitoring progress
General powers
13. Information, advice, &c.
14. Codes of practice
15. Codes of practice: supplemental
16. Inquiries
17. Grants
18. Human rights
19. Groups
Enforcement powers
20. Investigations
21. Unlawful act notice
22. Action plans
23. Agreements
24. Applications to court
25. Application to restrain unlawful advertising, pressure, &c.
26. Section 25: supplemental
27. Conciliation
28. Legal assistance
29. Legal assistance: costs
30. Judicial review and other legal proceedings
31. Public sector duties: assessment
32. Public sector duties: compliance notice
Interpretation
33. Equality and human rights enactments
34. Unlawful
35. General
Dissolution of Existing Commissions
36. Dissolution
37. Transfer of property, &c.
38. Transfer of property: supplemental
Miscellaneous
39. Orders and regulations
40. Consequential amendments
41. Transitional: the Commission
42. Transitional: functions of the dissolved Commissions
43. Transitional: rented housing in Scotland
Part 2
Discrimination on grounds of religion or belief
44. Religion and belief
45. Discrimination
Prohibited discrimination
46. Goods, facilities and services
47. Premises
48. Section 47: exceptions
49. Educational establishments
50. Section 49: exceptions
51. Local education authorities and education authorities
52. Public authorities: general
Other unlawful acts
53. Discriminatory practices
54. Discriminatory advertisements
55. Instructing or causing discrimination
General exceptions
56. Statutory requirements
57. Organisations relating to religion or belief
58. Charities relating to religion or belief
59. Faith schools, &c.
60. Membership requirement
61. Education, training and welfare
62. Care within family
63. National security
64. Amendment of exceptions
Enforcement
65. Restriction of proceedings
66. Claim of unlawful action
67. Immigration
68. Remedies
69. Timing
70. Information
71. National security
72. Validity and revision of contracts
General
73. Aiding unlawful acts
74. Employers' and principals' liability
75. Police, &c.
76. Indirect provision of benefit, &c.
77. Employment Equality Regulations
78. Crown application
79. Interpretation
80. Territorial application
Part 3
Discrimination on grounds of sexual orientation
81. Regulations
82. Regulations for Northern Ireland
83. Prohibition of discrimination
84. General duty to promote equality, &c.
85. Specific duties
86. Codes of practice
87. National security
Disability discrimination
88. General duty: exceptions
89. National security
Race discrimination
90. National security
91. Repeals
92. Crown application
93. Commencement
94. Extent
95. Short title
Schedule 1
The Commission: Constitution, &c.
Schedule 2
Inquiries, Investigations and Assessments
Schedule 3
Amendments Consequential on Part 1
An Act to make provision for the establishment of the Commission for Equality and Human Rights; to dissolve the Equal Opportunities Commission, the Commission for Racial Equality and the Disability Rights Commission; to make provision about discrimination on grounds of religion or belief; to enable provision to be made about discrimination on grounds of sexual orientation; to impose duties relating to sex discrimination on persons performing public functions; to amend the Disability Discrimination Act 1995; and for connected purposes.
[16th February 2006]
Be it enacted by the Queen’s most Excellent Majesty, by and with the advice and consent of the Lords Spiritual and Temporal, and Commons, in this present Parliament assembled, and by the authority of the same, as follows:—..........
Tuesday, 18 September 2007
Power of the Turban
Why is it everyone mistakes Sikhs for terrorists?
Why is it that we get isolated just for wearing a turban?
Today in France, some parts of Germany and Belgiam, students can't go to school while wearing a turban.
Why is it that we get isolated just for wearing a turban?
Today in France, some parts of Germany and Belgiam, students can't go to school while wearing a turban.
.....................Go back in time....................
Battle of the Somme
WWI
WWII
Who did the army want on their team? The SIKHS
Why did they want them?
BECAUSE OF THE CODE OF CONDUCT
THEIR RESPECT
THEIR COURAGE
THEIR HONOUR
THE WAY THEY LIVE WITHOUT FEAR OF DEATH
But now.........we can't go to school in those same countries and get an education.....we're is justice in that.
See the article below
TWO WORLD WARS AND THE SIKHS
FORGOTTEN HEROES OF THE SOMME
Please leave your comments....this issue effects many
Monday, 17 September 2007
My wife, the beautiful one
An inspirational story
I came in from the fields and found my wife sleeping, her head was down on the table, and there was some papers in her hand. Without disturbing her I gently removed them and read what she had written.
She wrote:
"Everything has been changing so suddenly, I don't know who to tell, there is no one to tell, but I must tell someone, so I am just writing this to myself to try to organize my thoughts, to try to find some sense, to all the changes, recently, in my life.
My husband had been acting so strangely, weeping and talking about sleep and death. Then he met this unusual man, Sat Kartar Singh. This man is a Sikh. He wears a beard, and has uncut hair which he keeps bound in a turban. After this meeting my husband was much calmer, less disturbed, happy even, but still nothing has ever been normal again in the usual sense.
We went for keertan, to this Singhs home. The music was very beautiful, it wrenched my heart, and made me want to weep, I didn't say anything, because I felt so strange, and the children's father seemed so happy I didn't want to break the spell.
Then a few mornings later he went running from the house. When he returned he seemed calmer, he told me we were going to a sikh gathering.
The smagham had the most unusual effect on me. It is hard to describe, but I must try. It has changed my whole life...
I met a very unusual woman there. She was a Singhni. I think she was the most beautifu l woman I have ever met in my life. Her face was radiant and glowed with sach light. Her eyes had sach depth, when I looked into them it was as though the universe opened up its mysteries to me. This woman Bibi ji, was unlike other woman, her face was covered with hair like a young man, soft black and curly. She sat quietly and greeted me quietly and softly. From the very first I was drawn to her. So many were staying at that gathering, she asked me to come and sleep with her and the other ladies. My husband joined the men, and children went off with others their own age.
Bibi ji slept completely covered with a black lo-ee. Or I was never sure that she was sleeping, she was so still. I found myself yearning to be like her. Like the Singhs she also kept her hair bound in a turban. I thought of all the women in my village, with their jewelry, make up lipstick, and nail polish, silk dresses, and artificial finery, none were so beautiful as Bibi ji. She had only 2 changes of clothes, very simple, one blue, and one white, and the ever present black lo-ee.
In the morning everyone began getting up very early, I heard strange sounds, as though there were many lovers, I was frightened and covered my face with my blanket. I slept very late. No one disturbed me. Later Bibi ji came to take me to the langer. I saw my husband there. He greeted me "Waheguru ji ka khalsa Waheguru ji ki fateh" I had never heard these words spoken before. I smiled and nodded.
I asked Bibi ji what the words meant. She said this is how Singhs greet each other.She told me when Guru gobind Singh the father of the Khalsa gave Amrit, he told Singhs to greet each other in this manner. I was even more curious. She explained about Guru Gobind Singh and Guru Nanak. I asked her "How does one become a Singh?" She said they must be given Guru jis Amrit, that is baptized.
Just then a very fierce looking Singh, carrying weapons, entered the langer. I must have looked alarmed, She said not to be afraid. He was our protector. Then she explained about the Siri Guru Granth Sahib. There was so much to learn. But I was so thirsty to hear everything. I can't explain even now, to my self what was happening to me. It was so bewildering. I just knew I did not want to leave Bibi jis side.
She said "Lets go to the keertan." She did keertan for one hour, the same 4 lines over and over,
Gurmukh pi-aaray aa-e mil, main chireen vichhunnay raam raajay. Mayraa man tan bahut bairaage-aa, har nain ras bhinnay. Main har prabh pi-aaraa das gur, mil har man mannay Haon moorakh kaarai laa-ee-aa, naanak har kammay
"I am unworthy. I am unworthy of your love."
She was weeping. I was weeping. A beautiful young girl wiped the tears from her face as she sang. I wondered where her children and husband were. It was obvious to me that she was in some sort of deep mourning. I thought she must have lost a child. I learned later that this was mourning was called "vairaag" by the sikhs. It meant deep and urgent longing for the guru. I felt so much love for her.
That evening when we went for sleep. I asked her if she would wake me too, in the morning. She agreed, then, disappeared beneath her lo-ee.
I was sleeping face down, I heard "waheguru waheguru" just as I turned, she touched me, I gasped. An electrical current shot though my body shocking me. "Are you ok ?" she asked. I replied only that I had been startled. How could I explain?
She led me to the showers, "isnaan", she said. During her bath she kept on some of her clothing. I was surprised, she said these are kachara, and kirpan, they are a part of me given to me at baptism I can never be separated from them... She explained more about the baptism, how one never removes hair and must keep a comb, and kara also, with one at all times. Her hair, kesh, fell to her knees gleaming as she washed, oiled, and combed it.
Beside her I felt utterly filthy, to my soul. I started weeping, I couldn't stop my self, "No amount of water can ever clean me," I sobbed. She put he r arms around me, lovingly and said, "Guru can wash you clean in an instant, when you receive His Amrit."
We went to join the others. "Waheguru Waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru" Every one together, in once voice was calling "waheguru"; it was very comforting.
When I met my husband again , I said," I want to take the Amrit." He looked deeply into my eyes and smiled. It felt as though he touched my soul.
The thing is since baptism I have undergoing so many changes. Nothing has been easy, everything has been very difficult, and sometimes a real struggle. Those three hairs, I had plucked from my chin before, have turned to fifty. All my facial hair has gotten darker and much heavier. I don't know what to do. I feel so hideous, and yet there is my Masters face looking back at me when ever I look in the mirror.
Some of my closest former friends are shunning me. I know it is not because they do not love me., They are uncomfortable, and so am I. But my farmer comes in from the fields happy now. He looks at me and says, "I feel so alive." He tells me I am beautiful and the daughter of Guru Gobind singh, but it doesn't stop the shame. The singhs give me so much love and treat me as their sister. But inside I see the beautiful smooth faces of other women, and I feel disfigured. Bibi ji was special, she had courage, I am not like her. I want to cover my face in shame. I weep into the ramalas and plead with Guru ji, for what? To make me like other women rather than like Him. I can't ask for that, and so I just weep and feel ashamed. I feel like I am being punished for all my past misdeeds. Sometimes, I don't know how I can bear it.
We went to another smagham. A young girl was washing feet. I heard her say, "Who is she she? She is so beautiful." Later she met me and said, "They say you practice a different kind of Sikhism." I replied, "There is only one Waheguru, What is different? We both love Him. Sikhism is Sikhism." I wanted to tell her , "Yes, do AMrit vela, do wahegur u waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru. Do Naam simran." But I couldn't say anything.
I felt beautiful, but I know that I am not. It's just vanity , this body is corruption, and it is rotting away. Nothing matters to me any more but Naam, and my Kakars and Paath. I can't be separated from them, it would kill me. Literally I would die. Slip back into a partial person, not fit to be called human, consumed in pain, always trying to anesthetize myself with fruitless activities.
It is a struggle to wake up and do Paath. Sometimes we are so sleepy, we want to go for the bed, but we look at each other and remember how it was before, that is enough to wake us up again. I envy those born to this path, so pure and innocent, they don't feel the traces of dirt..."
I put the papers down, and woke my wife, I pulled her into my arms, and looked in to her eyes, *HE* looked back at me.
"I didn't know, you should have told me. I have been so selfish, thinking everything was me all this time. I thought you just did this for me. Forgive me."
We both started weeping in to each others arms. "It will be ok, we'll get through this with waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru." Then we were weeping and laughing together.
The children came in and found us. They just looked at us like we were crazy,
"What's for langar?" the little one asked.
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'Visar Nahee Datar Apanay Nam Deho'
'Forget Me not O Giver, Give me your Name'
I came in from the fields and found my wife sleeping, her head was down on the table, and there was some papers in her hand. Without disturbing her I gently removed them and read what she had written.
She wrote:
"Everything has been changing so suddenly, I don't know who to tell, there is no one to tell, but I must tell someone, so I am just writing this to myself to try to organize my thoughts, to try to find some sense, to all the changes, recently, in my life.
My husband had been acting so strangely, weeping and talking about sleep and death. Then he met this unusual man, Sat Kartar Singh. This man is a Sikh. He wears a beard, and has uncut hair which he keeps bound in a turban. After this meeting my husband was much calmer, less disturbed, happy even, but still nothing has ever been normal again in the usual sense.
We went for keertan, to this Singhs home. The music was very beautiful, it wrenched my heart, and made me want to weep, I didn't say anything, because I felt so strange, and the children's father seemed so happy I didn't want to break the spell.
Then a few mornings later he went running from the house. When he returned he seemed calmer, he told me we were going to a sikh gathering.
The smagham had the most unusual effect on me. It is hard to describe, but I must try. It has changed my whole life...
I met a very unusual woman there. She was a Singhni. I think she was the most beautifu l woman I have ever met in my life. Her face was radiant and glowed with sach light. Her eyes had sach depth, when I looked into them it was as though the universe opened up its mysteries to me. This woman Bibi ji, was unlike other woman, her face was covered with hair like a young man, soft black and curly. She sat quietly and greeted me quietly and softly. From the very first I was drawn to her. So many were staying at that gathering, she asked me to come and sleep with her and the other ladies. My husband joined the men, and children went off with others their own age.
Bibi ji slept completely covered with a black lo-ee. Or I was never sure that she was sleeping, she was so still. I found myself yearning to be like her. Like the Singhs she also kept her hair bound in a turban. I thought of all the women in my village, with their jewelry, make up lipstick, and nail polish, silk dresses, and artificial finery, none were so beautiful as Bibi ji. She had only 2 changes of clothes, very simple, one blue, and one white, and the ever present black lo-ee.
In the morning everyone began getting up very early, I heard strange sounds, as though there were many lovers, I was frightened and covered my face with my blanket. I slept very late. No one disturbed me. Later Bibi ji came to take me to the langer. I saw my husband there. He greeted me "Waheguru ji ka khalsa Waheguru ji ki fateh" I had never heard these words spoken before. I smiled and nodded.
I asked Bibi ji what the words meant. She said this is how Singhs greet each other.She told me when Guru gobind Singh the father of the Khalsa gave Amrit, he told Singhs to greet each other in this manner. I was even more curious. She explained about Guru Gobind Singh and Guru Nanak. I asked her "How does one become a Singh?" She said they must be given Guru jis Amrit, that is baptized.
Just then a very fierce looking Singh, carrying weapons, entered the langer. I must have looked alarmed, She said not to be afraid. He was our protector. Then she explained about the Siri Guru Granth Sahib. There was so much to learn. But I was so thirsty to hear everything. I can't explain even now, to my self what was happening to me. It was so bewildering. I just knew I did not want to leave Bibi jis side.
She said "Lets go to the keertan." She did keertan for one hour, the same 4 lines over and over,
Gurmukh pi-aaray aa-e mil, main chireen vichhunnay raam raajay. Mayraa man tan bahut bairaage-aa, har nain ras bhinnay. Main har prabh pi-aaraa das gur, mil har man mannay Haon moorakh kaarai laa-ee-aa, naanak har kammay
"I am unworthy. I am unworthy of your love."
She was weeping. I was weeping. A beautiful young girl wiped the tears from her face as she sang. I wondered where her children and husband were. It was obvious to me that she was in some sort of deep mourning. I thought she must have lost a child. I learned later that this was mourning was called "vairaag" by the sikhs. It meant deep and urgent longing for the guru. I felt so much love for her.
That evening when we went for sleep. I asked her if she would wake me too, in the morning. She agreed, then, disappeared beneath her lo-ee.
I was sleeping face down, I heard "waheguru waheguru" just as I turned, she touched me, I gasped. An electrical current shot though my body shocking me. "Are you ok ?" she asked. I replied only that I had been startled. How could I explain?
She led me to the showers, "isnaan", she said. During her bath she kept on some of her clothing. I was surprised, she said these are kachara, and kirpan, they are a part of me given to me at baptism I can never be separated from them... She explained more about the baptism, how one never removes hair and must keep a comb, and kara also, with one at all times. Her hair, kesh, fell to her knees gleaming as she washed, oiled, and combed it.
Beside her I felt utterly filthy, to my soul. I started weeping, I couldn't stop my self, "No amount of water can ever clean me," I sobbed. She put he r arms around me, lovingly and said, "Guru can wash you clean in an instant, when you receive His Amrit."
We went to join the others. "Waheguru Waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru" Every one together, in once voice was calling "waheguru"; it was very comforting.
When I met my husband again , I said," I want to take the Amrit." He looked deeply into my eyes and smiled. It felt as though he touched my soul.
The thing is since baptism I have undergoing so many changes. Nothing has been easy, everything has been very difficult, and sometimes a real struggle. Those three hairs, I had plucked from my chin before, have turned to fifty. All my facial hair has gotten darker and much heavier. I don't know what to do. I feel so hideous, and yet there is my Masters face looking back at me when ever I look in the mirror.
Some of my closest former friends are shunning me. I know it is not because they do not love me., They are uncomfortable, and so am I. But my farmer comes in from the fields happy now. He looks at me and says, "I feel so alive." He tells me I am beautiful and the daughter of Guru Gobind singh, but it doesn't stop the shame. The singhs give me so much love and treat me as their sister. But inside I see the beautiful smooth faces of other women, and I feel disfigured. Bibi ji was special, she had courage, I am not like her. I want to cover my face in shame. I weep into the ramalas and plead with Guru ji, for what? To make me like other women rather than like Him. I can't ask for that, and so I just weep and feel ashamed. I feel like I am being punished for all my past misdeeds. Sometimes, I don't know how I can bear it.
We went to another smagham. A young girl was washing feet. I heard her say, "Who is she she? She is so beautiful." Later she met me and said, "They say you practice a different kind of Sikhism." I replied, "There is only one Waheguru, What is different? We both love Him. Sikhism is Sikhism." I wanted to tell her , "Yes, do AMrit vela, do wahegur u waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru. Do Naam simran." But I couldn't say anything.
I felt beautiful, but I know that I am not. It's just vanity , this body is corruption, and it is rotting away. Nothing matters to me any more but Naam, and my Kakars and Paath. I can't be separated from them, it would kill me. Literally I would die. Slip back into a partial person, not fit to be called human, consumed in pain, always trying to anesthetize myself with fruitless activities.
It is a struggle to wake up and do Paath. Sometimes we are so sleepy, we want to go for the bed, but we look at each other and remember how it was before, that is enough to wake us up again. I envy those born to this path, so pure and innocent, they don't feel the traces of dirt..."
I put the papers down, and woke my wife, I pulled her into my arms, and looked in to her eyes, *HE* looked back at me.
"I didn't know, you should have told me. I have been so selfish, thinking everything was me all this time. I thought you just did this for me. Forgive me."
We both started weeping in to each others arms. "It will be ok, we'll get through this with waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru." Then we were weeping and laughing together.
The children came in and found us. They just looked at us like we were crazy,
"What's for langar?" the little one asked.
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'Visar Nahee Datar Apanay Nam Deho'
'Forget Me not O Giver, Give me your Name'
Sunday, 16 September 2007
Saturday, 15 September 2007
Sikh girls dont want sikh guys
Very interesting e-mail i recieved
Please leave you comments about what you think!!
Just tell urs all sikh friends n discuss diz real fact matter if u r a sikh or panjabi....coz over 75% sikh gurls don wanna sikh guys as a boy frd or husband coz of some clean shaven charms...if maximum no. of sikh gurls prefer clean shaven guys den wats d impact on todays sikh boys....n wat shud proper sikh guys gonna do....if itz true den consider how much time left for d END OF OURS SIKHISM>>>!!!!dats y todays maximum no. of sikh guys first trimed der moustachs n beard n after some time b cum a complete cuts surds(sardars).and lost der sikhi...even i m also dont deserve as a proper sikh .....but atleast i admited wat i m...yess my appearance look like a sikh guy but pratically n practicing i m like hindus..... And if someones dont agreee wid diz truth tell thems just do one very simple experiment just count how many sikh gurls de knw nears his/hers around n circle...including der sis/daughter...n see how many sikh gurls prefer clean shaven guys n how many sikh gurls prefer proper sikh guys de will gets r right answer...!!!!Also Only only n only ours sikh gurls r responsible 4 both sikh guys n gurls cutting der hairs.....coz over 75% sikh gurls don wanna sikh guys as a boy frd or husband coz of some clean shaven charms.....d modern educated sikh gurls wanna some real gud clean shaven charms for der beauty lyk others gurls had.....and heres d main reason dat why sikh gurls don prefer sikh guys as a boy frd or husband....see everybody making foools sardars making jokes on television,movies n all places....now our new generation modern educated sikh gurls dont wanna part of fun wid sikh guys de jus felts insulted n un comfortable wid sikh guys at any place.....even hindu n muslims gurls alwaz teased sikh gurls since her schul time if someone lyk sikh guys kisses on urs lips kisses on urs face how can ya manage his mustachs n beared don ya think its disgusting n ugly how can ya manage dat after marriage....now ours modern educated sikh gurls hav so complexs......hindu n and others gurls don give any response to proper sikh guys coz of moustachs n beard and now ours sikh gurls r also included....only d quality,welloff n gud luking sikh guys having affairs wid non sikh gurls coz de know very well ...if 2days sikh gurls dont prefer us den why shud we go any sikh gurls....but here d biggest question iz wat bout d normal n proper sikh guys gonna do....de just felts very very insecured insides dats y 2days most of d sikh guys first trimed der mustachs n beared n after some time b cum a complete cuts surds n lost...sikhi..... u knw next 40- 50 years v can see n find only olds sardars n very next 60-70 years v cant find n see any sardars all r panjabis se cant any sikh...at last WE LOST OURS SIKHISM VERY SOON COZ OF OURS SIKH GURLS...God Bless...!!!
One n Only
Gurjeet...
Friday, 14 September 2007
Work Experience/Placement ENDS!
My last day at AIT Bradford (Asylum and Immigration Tribunal, Bradford). I'm going to miss is so much. I enjoyed every minute i worked there and everyone is brill!!
After 4 years of being bullied at school then having 2 weeks to get into a world that I actually like, it brings a big pain for me to go back to school. Most of you proberly hate work but I loved it.
After 4 years of being bullied at school then having 2 weeks to get into a world that I actually like, it brings a big pain for me to go back to school. Most of you proberly hate work but I loved it.
THANK YOU FOR THIS AMAZING EXPERIENCE!
Wednesday, 12 September 2007
Ikbal Singh - An 18 year old brother for many gone!
Link for bigger picture: http://akj.org/forums/viewtopic.php?t=3118&highlight=&sid=7dc91fdd2c27215ee6899c7ca9006f5b
This 18 year old boy died on a Motorbike Crash - WAHEGURU
He was like a brother to me and many other people. He was the best!
News article below
Tributes to bike crash victim
Aug 29 2007
By Steve Johnson, Birmingham Mail
A SEA of floral tributes and messages of sympathy have been left at the scene of an horrific fatal road smash in West Bromwich.
Ikbal Singh Purewal, aged 18, was a highly promising student at Sandwell College.
The teenager, of Treddles Lane, West Bromwich, died when his motorcycle ploughed into a car in Dartmouth Street on Friday night.
Police said that the green Kawasaki, which was travelling along Dartmouth Street, burst into flames on impact with the Ford Granada, which was turning right into Richard Street.
A post mortem examination has not yet been carried out and no cause of death has been established.
Meanwhile friends and family have been leaving their own tributes at the scene of the crash, outside Dartmouth Medical Centre and near to the Midland Metro stop.
One of the messages paid tribute to Ikbal as a "warm-hearted and funny guy" who knew how to put a smile on anyone's face.
Police today repeated a call for witnesses to the accident, which happened just after 10pm.
A spokesman said that the 43-year-old man who was driving the car was uninjured but badly shaken.
Ikbal was on the first year of a photo-imaging course at Sandwell College, where last year he did a GCSE course in Punjabi. his mother tongue.
His course tutor Alan Cave today paid a glowing tribute to the youngster, whom he said was one of the "brightest and finest."
"Ikbal was very popular, always smiling and extremely likeable.
"He was full of promise and his death is very hard to accept - we will miss him very much.
"At times he could be infuriating but his personality was such that no-one could take offence at him. He was a great chap."
Anyone with information on the accident was asked to contact the traffic department at West Bromwich police on 0845 1135000.
This 18 year old boy died on a Motorbike Crash - WAHEGURU
He was like a brother to me and many other people. He was the best!
News article below
Tributes to bike crash victim
Aug 29 2007
By Steve Johnson, Birmingham Mail
A SEA of floral tributes and messages of sympathy have been left at the scene of an horrific fatal road smash in West Bromwich.
Ikbal Singh Purewal, aged 18, was a highly promising student at Sandwell College.
The teenager, of Treddles Lane, West Bromwich, died when his motorcycle ploughed into a car in Dartmouth Street on Friday night.
Police said that the green Kawasaki, which was travelling along Dartmouth Street, burst into flames on impact with the Ford Granada, which was turning right into Richard Street.
A post mortem examination has not yet been carried out and no cause of death has been established.
Meanwhile friends and family have been leaving their own tributes at the scene of the crash, outside Dartmouth Medical Centre and near to the Midland Metro stop.
One of the messages paid tribute to Ikbal as a "warm-hearted and funny guy" who knew how to put a smile on anyone's face.
Police today repeated a call for witnesses to the accident, which happened just after 10pm.
A spokesman said that the 43-year-old man who was driving the car was uninjured but badly shaken.
Ikbal was on the first year of a photo-imaging course at Sandwell College, where last year he did a GCSE course in Punjabi. his mother tongue.
His course tutor Alan Cave today paid a glowing tribute to the youngster, whom he said was one of the "brightest and finest."
"Ikbal was very popular, always smiling and extremely likeable.
"He was full of promise and his death is very hard to accept - we will miss him very much.
"At times he could be infuriating but his personality was such that no-one could take offence at him. He was a great chap."
Anyone with information on the accident was asked to contact the traffic department at West Bromwich police on 0845 1135000.
School Security and Wearing a Kirpan (Sikh Article of Faith)
2.6 Offensive weapons
2.6.1 It is an offence under the Offensive Weapons Act 1996 to carry, without reason or authority, a knife or offensive weapon in or around schools. This applied to all knives other than folding pen knives with a three inch or smaller blade. Exceptions to this include knives used for educational purposes, and knives carried for religious purposes, eg a Sikh’s kirpan, see Annex F (part 6.1).
6.1.7 ‘Premises’ means land used for the purposes of the school. This would include playing fields for example, but is defined as excluding any land occupied solely as a dwelling by a person employed at the school.
Statutory defences for carrying an offensive weapon
6.1.8 A person who could prove that he had good reason or authority for carrying a knife, for example an officer cadet, would have at his disposal a general defence under the Offensive Weapons Act. There are in addition a number of special exceptions which permit the carrying of knives:
· for use at work (eg knives needed in school kitchens);
· for educational purposes (eg tools needed for National Curriculum technology);
· for religious reasons (eg a sikh’s kirpan); or
· as part of a national costume (eg Scottish highland dress).
6.1.9 Where Sikh pupils wish to carry a kirpan for religious reasons, local education authorities and governing bodies should also be aware of their duties under the Health and Safety at Work etc Act 1974 and the Race Relations Act 1976. Further advice is at Annex F.
ANNEX F
WEARING KIRPANS IN SCHOOLS
1 As explained in paragraph 6.1.8, the carrying of a knife for religious purposes is a statutory defence under section 4 of the Offensive Weapons Act 1996.
2 Sikhs who have been initiated in a ceremony called Amrit Pahul are required to carry a kirpan at all times. The kirpan is a ceremonial sword and is one of the five sacred symbols of the Sikh faith. Both male and female children can be initiated. There is no lower age limit, but the child must be old enough to understand the significance of the ceremony. Children of primary school age have undergone the ceremony.
3 Some Sikhs believe that it is sufficient for the kirpan to be symbolic, so that kirpans as small as one and a half inches long can be worn under clothing and sealed so that they cannot be drawn. Kirpans may sometimes be secured in protective padding. Other Sikhs believe that the Kirpan must be around eight inches long, with a five inch blade.
4 Governing bodies of all schools and, in the case of county and controlled schools, LEAs, have responsibilities under health and safety legislation to ensure the welfare of those within schools. It is for them to decide whether to allow Sikh children to wear a kirpan in schools. They will need to be able to satisfy themselves that the kirpan does not present a health and safety risk either to the child wearing it or to other pupils and staff.
5 LEAs and governing bodies also need to be aware of the possible impact of the Race Relations Act 1976. The courts have ruled that Sikhs are a ‘racial group’ for the purposes of the Act. Depending on the circumstances, a rule which operated to forbid the wearing of a kirpan, or resulted in, for example, the exclusion of a pupil who insisted on wearing one, might be alleged to constitute unlawful indirect discrimination under section 17 of the Act. A requirement will not be indirectly discriminatory, however, if it is adopted for a legitimate objective and is an appropriate and reasonably necessary means of achieving this objective. In particular cases it may be appropriate to take legal advice.
6 Schools should be fully aware of the religious observances of Sikhs and the need to deal with this issue sensitively. It should normally be possible to reach a compromise between the religious practice of the Sikh community on the one hand, and the understandable concerns of schools and non-Sikh parents on the other, for example by permitting the wearing of symbolic kirpans secured as described above.
7 A number of LEAs have produced detailed guidelines on this issue, which have been drawn up after local consultation with both the Sikh community and schools. In respect of county and controlled schools, LEAs should offer advice where difficulties arise over this issue. Any guidelines produced by LEAs should not require schools to admit children wearing kirpans if they meet certain specifications. The governing body and staff at the school will have their own responsibilities relating to the conduct of the school and the welfare of pupils, on which they will need to make a judgement.
To have a copy of the full School Security Act please e-mail me on Harsimrat.Kaur.Fateh@googlemail.com
Monday, 10 September 2007
Motivational Quotes of the Day
Anatole France
'To accomplish great thing, we must dream as well as act'
My throughts: see post...VISUALISE
Leo Tolstoy
'Everything that I understand, I understand only because I love'
My thoughts: Very true.....you understand your parents cos you love them
you understand your friends cos you like (love) them
you understand your children cos you love them
you understand your work cos you love it
you understand everything cos you llove it
It's not always simple to see and we don't always say that we love it....most of us hate work but we only know how to do it and undertsnad how to do it cos we love it....we love everything we understand
'To accomplish great thing, we must dream as well as act'
My throughts: see post...VISUALISE
Leo Tolstoy
'Everything that I understand, I understand only because I love'
My thoughts: Very true.....you understand your parents cos you love them
you understand your friends cos you like (love) them
you understand your children cos you love them
you understand your work cos you love it
you understand everything cos you llove it
It's not always simple to see and we don't always say that we love it....most of us hate work but we only know how to do it and undertsnad how to do it cos we love it....we love everything we understand
Thursday, 6 September 2007
Visualise
Something i was taught
Visualise yourself doing something and you more or less done it
75% of the time, you've done the task before you've started.
Once visualised, you've littereally done it.
Get rid of fear, doubt and confusion and believe in yourself............and impossible is possible
MAKE THE IMPOSSIBLE POSSIBLE
Visualise yourself doing something and you more or less done it
75% of the time, you've done the task before you've started.
Once visualised, you've littereally done it.
Get rid of fear, doubt and confusion and believe in yourself............and impossible is possible
MAKE THE IMPOSSIBLE POSSIBLE
Tuesday, 4 September 2007
What good is god?
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What good is God?
01 September 2007
Helen Phillips
Magazine issue 2619
RELIGION occupies a strange position in the world today. Religious belief is as powerful as ever, yet religion is under attack, challenged by science and Enlightenment thought as never before. Critics like Richard Dawkins would have us believe that it is a delusion, and a dangerous one at that. He is one of many thinkers who are challenging the traditional view of religion as a source of morality. Instead, they argue that it provides a means for justifying immoral acts.
Their views have recently been bolstered by evidence that morality appears to be hard-wired into our brains. It seems we are born with a sense of right and wrong, and that no amount of religious indoctrination will change our most basic moral instincts.
Many biologists are not convinced by such radical views, however. Recent years have seen a flurry of activity by researchers who want to assess the effects of ...
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What good is God?
01 September 2007
Helen Phillips
Magazine issue 2619
RELIGION occupies a strange position in the world today. Religious belief is as powerful as ever, yet religion is under attack, challenged by science and Enlightenment thought as never before. Critics like Richard Dawkins would have us believe that it is a delusion, and a dangerous one at that. He is one of many thinkers who are challenging the traditional view of religion as a source of morality. Instead, they argue that it provides a means for justifying immoral acts.
Their views have recently been bolstered by evidence that morality appears to be hard-wired into our brains. It seems we are born with a sense of right and wrong, and that no amount of religious indoctrination will change our most basic moral instincts.
Many biologists are not convinced by such radical views, however. Recent years have seen a flurry of activity by researchers who want to assess the effects of ...
The complete article is 3139 words long.
To continue reading this article, subscribe to New Scientist. Get 4 issues of New Scientist magazine and instant access to all online content for only USD $4.95
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Monday, 3 September 2007
Work Placement is Cool
Alot of people, includng teachers, say Work Placement is scary and nerve raking.....well it ain't. It's Cool. First day today.....Some tips to make it good and interesting
- Be upfront if you don't know something
- Ask questions
- Get to know people
- Ask questions about the company at a pre-placement visit - atleast you know about the company them
- Any more................you let me know
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