Lohri

Wishing all my friends here a Very Happy Lohri .... May we all always be Divinely Protected , guided an blessed 🙏🙏🙏

The Story an The Essence Of Lohri 😊 MUST READ

SUNDAR MUNDARIYE….HO!

There is a large tract of semi-arid terrain lying between the rivers Chenab and Ravi called the Saandal Bar. (It   now falls in the districts of Sheikhupura and Faislabad.) The people of this area were known to provide the stiffest opposition to the Muslim marauders.

They never paid any taxes;  rather,  they openly defied the authorities and indulged in looting the royal caravans and treasures.  'Saandal', a warlord of Bhatti Rajput clan led these tribals.

Prince Jahangir, the heir apparent, fired with zeal to prove his prowess carried out campaigns to consolidate the Mughal authority in the region. He captured and executed Saandal and his son,Farid. Their skins were peeled off and hung at the Delhi gate of the Fort of Lahore to instill a sense of fear amongst the rebels.

However, the son of Farid, Abdullah or Dullah as he is fondly called,  remained unfazed and continued his defiant activities. Dullah earned notoriety in the eyes of authorities. He, like Robin Hood,   looted wealthy landlords and Imperial officers and distributed the booty amongst the poor. He came to be regarded as a father figure for the distressed and oppressed. and became a living embodiment of the chivalrous and secular, socio-cultural character of the region.

Dullah was the contemporary of yet another Super Human, Poet Divine, Sri Guru Arjan Dev, the Fifth Sikh Guru, who sacrificed his life at the altar of humanity at Lahore.

It is believed that Dullah had restored the prestige of an innocent girl whose modesty was outraged by a Mughal general. Dullah had adopted this girl as his daughter and arranged her marriage in the Jungles of 'Saandal Bar'. As there was no priest nearby to chant the Vedic Hymns and solemnise the marriage Dullah had lit a bonfire and composed an impromtu song: Sundari Mundariye…… The bride and the groom were asked to take pheras of the bonfire as Dullah sang this hilarious song.

The 'ho's are in chorus…..

Sunder mundriye ho!         ( Oh, you pretty lass)

Tera kaun vicaharaa ho!    (Who is your protector, you  pitiable one? )

Dullah Bhatti walla ho!    (There's this man called Dullah, from Village Bhatti)

Dullhe di dhee vyayae ho!  (Dullah's  getting her married as his own daughter)

Ser shakkar payee  ho!               (He gave 1 kg sugar!)

Kudi da laal pathaka ho!            (The girls is wearing a red suit!)

Kudi da saalu paatta ho!                        (But her shawl is torn!)

Saalu kaun samete    ho  !                       (Who will stitch her shawl?)

Chacha gaali dese   ho!                        (Her Uncle will scold her)

Chacha choori kutti ho!             (The uncle made choori{a Punjabi dish}!)

zamidara lutti        ho!                (The landlords ate it!)

Zamindaar sudhaye ho!        (Dullah gave the landlords lots more to eat!)

Ginn-ginn bhole aaye   ho!         (Lots of innocent guys came)

Ek bhola reh gaya!                                 (One innocent boy got left behind)

Sipahee pakad ke lai gaya!         (The police arrested him!)

Sipahee ne mari itt!                   (The policeman hit him with a brick!)

Phannve ro te phannve pit!        (Now, you may cry or howl!)

Sanoo de de lohri te teri jeeve jodi!        (Give us our Lohri  & may you live long as a couple!)

Til (Sesame seeds) and Rorhi (a form of sweet jaggery in Punjabi) are meant to keep the body warm. These two terms Til+ Rorhi combined to form Tilrorhi, which eventually was corrupted

You start dying slowly - By Pablo Neruda

You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read, 
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.

You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.

Buddhist Tales : Peace of Mind

Once Buddha was traveling with a few of his followers.

While they were passing a lake, Buddha told one of his disciples,
"I am thirsty.
Do get me some water from the lake."

The disciple walked up to the lake.

At that moment,
a bullock cart started crossing through the lake.
As a result,
The water became very muddy and turbid.

The disciple thought,
"How can I give this muddy water to Buddha to drink?"

Financial Resolutions for New Year

New year Financial resolution, If possible follow it in 2017..

Closing Cycles by Paulo Coelho

_One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through._

_*Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that have finished.*_

*Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?* _*You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.*_

You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that. But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister.

Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away.

_*That is why it is so important (however painful it may be!) to destroy souvenirs, move, give lots of things away to orphanages, sell or donate the books you have at home.*_

Everything in this visible world is a manifestation of the invisible world, of what is going on in our hearts – and getting rid of certain memories also means making some room for other memories to take their place. Let things go. Release them. Detach yourself from them.

Nobody plays this life with marked cards, so sometimes we win and sometimes we lose.

_*Do not expect anything in return, do not expect your efforts to be appreciated, your genius to be discovered, your love to be understood.*_

Stop turning on your emotional television to watch the same program over and over again, the one that shows how much you suffered from a certain loss: that is only poisoning you, nothing else.

*Nothing is more dangerous than not accepting love relationships that are broken off, work that is promised but there is no starting date, decisions that are always put off waiting for the “ideal moment.”*

Before a new chapter is begun, the old one has to be finished: tell yourself that what has passed will never come back.

_Remember that there was a time when you could live without that thing or that person – nothing is irreplaceable, a habit is not a need. This may sound so obvious, it may even be difficult, but it is very important._

_Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because that no longer fits your life._

_Shut the door, change the record, clean the house, shake off the dust._

*Stop being who you were, and change into who you are.*

Winston Churchill Quotes

Healthy citizens are the greatest asset any country can have.

Hindsight

Having failed to live my thought out plan of life...i hopelessly tried to write and rewrite my script of life....along the way ignoring other's  perspectives...and these others unfortunately are the people closest and dearest to me. So in a fight with my destiny and to come out of the situation I was forced into by fate I have perhaps ruined our happiness. This was never this simple...never obvious. Hindsights are useless. But they do provide a perspective to the past and peace to the soul.

Credits - Anon