<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940706807020664971</id><updated>2011-08-02T18:40:22.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harleen Kaur</title><subtitle type='html'>In Love !!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleenkaurs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940706807020664971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleenkaurs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Harleen Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00383260517688065648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNDHAama2Sw/SwfJGWI5yfI/AAAAAAAAANs/-9FQgi-yqQY/S220/nim.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940706807020664971.post-8381913412131493831</id><published>2009-12-12T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:26:13.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhapaji, My Dearest Grand Pa</title><content type='html'>&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.3  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;June'1920-Decemeber'2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.3  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;S. Attar Singh Sachar... Late S. Attar Singh Sachar (its still hard to believe that my Bhapaji is no more). He was born in June 1920 in Raawal Pindi, Pakistan in a very affluent Sikh family. Bhapaji used to tell me, that they had a Taanga (Horse-Cart) in which they used to travel, and at that time (1930s) owning a Taanga was equivalent to today's Merc. Then after partition things completely changed, he had to start from the scratch, but still managed to buy a big house for himself in Delhi(my present home). Each day with Bhapaji was a learning experience in itself, I have learnt so many things from you Bhapaji...I am missing you so much (sighs). He has to be the best human being I have ever come across, I am going to share some of the things which I learnt from him here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0.2in;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.3  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank 	God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a name="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 	&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No matter how old you grow (he 	was 89.5), no matter how weak you become( he weigh barely 40 	kg)..Always carry a SMILE on your face and DON'T ever 	complain..Every time I used to ask him about his health.. he just 	had one reply---&gt; Shukar hai Rab Da :) (With God's kind grace, I 	am ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seek 	Pleasure in Giving&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't 	expect from others and make GIVING a mantra of your life. The 	pleasure which you get in GIVING/SHARING is irreplaceable.  &lt;/span&gt; 	&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smile your way 	through life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Crack jokes and spread 	laughter, Bhapaji had awesome sense of humor, the timing was just 	PERFECT. Life is a very long journey (for him it was 89.5 years 	long), laughter makes journey easy and enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Santokh(Satisfaction)&lt;/b&gt; 	&lt;/span&gt; 	&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bhapaji has to be the most 	satisfied person I have ever seen. I still remember on my Brother's 	wedding, we bought him a new Sherwaani, though he was happy, but he 	kept repeating that he doesn't need it..he will wear his 10 year old 	Safaari Coat :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nimarta (Be Polite)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In my 24 years of age, I 	have never seen Bhapaji shouting on ANYONE. He was so down to earth 	and polite. Bhapaji used to sit outside our house in winters, 	surrounded with many others of his age group, I still remember, 	every single passerby used to Genuflect, and Bhapaji gave his 	blessings and love to everybody. &lt;/span&gt; 	&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Though Bhapaji inspired me in many other ways, these are just few examples. Its still hard to believe and accept that he is no more. Everytime I used to leave for office, I used to seek his blessings, and every time Bhapaji used to do a 2 minute Ardas (sighs), after coming back from work he would ask me about my day and everything. He was (is) such an integral part of my family, how will we manage without him? Whose opinion would we seek now? Whose blessings will now make my day? Whom will I fondly call “Bhapaji”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know I have never got a chance to thank you, today when you are no more with us, I really wish that I would have just told you once that how important you were to me. I love you Grand Pa, I will miss you my Dearest Bhapaji.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940706807020664971-8381913412131493831?l=harleenkaurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleenkaurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8381913412131493831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harleenkaurs.blogspot.com/2009/12/bhapaji-my-dearest-grand-pa.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940706807020664971/posts/default/8381913412131493831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940706807020664971/posts/default/8381913412131493831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleenkaurs.blogspot.com/2009/12/bhapaji-my-dearest-grand-pa.html' title='Bhapaji, My Dearest Grand Pa'/><author><name>Harleen Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00383260517688065648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNDHAama2Sw/SwfJGWI5yfI/AAAAAAAAANs/-9FQgi-yqQY/S220/nim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940706807020664971.post-3109511144845300</id><published>2009-11-21T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:33:03.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Married....</title><content type='html'>Getting married...Marriage, Shaadi...I always used to get uber excited even with the thought of getting married and becoming a bride...you know this whole thing about marriage....Shopping, parlor visits, honey moon and stuff....It used to make me jump with the joy!!! But now..when i know i will be getting married within a year or so...am not quite liking the feeling..No its not that am not excited or happy..its just that now am scared!! Now when i know that i would no more be the pampered daughter of my Dad..who has a bunch of teddy bears in her room..and who dresses her teddies everyday...;) (Yes i love all my teddies to that extent), now i can't fight with my mother on cooking Tinda, Ghiiya and Tori.., now i would not be able to sleep till 12 Noon on Sundays., and there are so many other things  which i would have to leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From past 2 months now, my Dad gives me one hour lecture everyday,  explaining me the duties of a wife and a daughter in law...Am extremely thankful to him, but then why do i have to change myself?...Why can't I be the same Harleen after getting married?? I understand that my duties and responsibilities will increase but why I must stop laughing loudly??( My Dad doesn't likes it when i laugh loudly) ... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some time I would have to leave my home,  I would have to vacant my room...OUCH!!!! (the feeling hurts)...Will i be able to adjust in a new place?? Will my in laws like me? Will my fiance's bhua's daughter's son like  me?? There are so many apprehensions surrounding me...Getting Married is not just about getting married to the person you love..its also about getting married to a new family altogether...there would be so many expectations...Will I be able to deliver??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am scared!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940706807020664971-3109511144845300?l=harleenkaurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleenkaurs.blogspot.com/feeds/3109511144845300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harleenkaurs.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-married.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940706807020664971/posts/default/3109511144845300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940706807020664971/posts/default/3109511144845300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleenkaurs.blogspot.com/2009/11/getting-married.html' title='Getting Married....'/><author><name>Harleen Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00383260517688065648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNDHAama2Sw/SwfJGWI5yfI/AAAAAAAAANs/-9FQgi-yqQY/S220/nim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-940706807020664971.post-8288014300696158342</id><published>2009-10-09T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:21:32.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaur</title><content type='html'>The tittle of my Blog is "Kaur", which means "Princess"..Guru Ji's Princess. Guru Gobind Singh Ji gave this suffix to Sikh Girls, and I love it more than my name. More than anything, am a Proud Sikh...&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;ਸਿੱਖੀ?....... ਇਹ ਤੇ ਪਿਆਰ ਦੀ ਖੇਡ ਹੈ :) (Sikhism is all about Love, Love for the almighty) . I am an extremely emotional person, a spoilt kid of my Parents and madly in love. No complaints, no dearth...I love God for everything he has given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay connected people...Waheguru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/940706807020664971-8288014300696158342?l=harleenkaurs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harleenkaurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8288014300696158342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://harleenkaurs.blogspot.com/2009/10/kaur.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940706807020664971/posts/default/8288014300696158342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/940706807020664971/posts/default/8288014300696158342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harleenkaurs.blogspot.com/2009/10/kaur.html' title='Kaur'/><author><name>Harleen Kaur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00383260517688065648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vNDHAama2Sw/SwfJGWI5yfI/AAAAAAAAANs/-9FQgi-yqQY/S220/nim.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
