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Wednesday, September 21, 2005
THE FINAL REVOLUTION...
Swargvaas: Bhai Ravi Inder Singh Jee
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Bhai Sahib was a student of Khalsa School(Vancouver, then Surrey) till Grade 10. We sat in the same classroom for 4 years. Played hockey with him… Faught with him… Hit him… and got hit… Seen him both laugh and cry. Learnt tabla with him from Bhai Gian Singh. Sat on the stage with him during many morning assemblies and extended kirtans. Did many class projects with him. Taught him to cheat the system during typing tests (that’s why I still type with 2 fingers) in Bhai Suminder Singh’s computer class. Both of us were filmed by Ankheela Punajb TV(WSO run) in 1993, the mini documenty on Khalsa School was later shown on national TV(Vision).
Because of a bad driver he recently lost his life on the streets of Toronto Here are a few pictures I took from the 1998 yearbook.
*note: I only went to school with him in grade 10 for about 11 days then dropped out… but was in his class in grades 5,6,7 & 9.
That year (1997-98) Khalsa School Administration tried to experiment their religion department’s tried tested and true A-B-C group system to the academic subjects. Kmarpal Singh Dhaliwal, Ravi Inder Singh and I were in group B English. We three were devastated, especially Ravi Inder singh when I reminded him that he had called me a DP earlier on in the day, and he didnt say a word the whole class. The next period Kmarpal Singh and I were put in the group B math class. When Mr rehmtula announced this Ravi Inder Singh got up and burst out into a bout of Bhangra and a loud ‘BURRRRRRRRRRRA!’ YES! he said at least im not in both of the B classes. I was really happy to see him that excited and proudly went into the science lab where Mr. Bhatia greeted Kamarpal Singh I with 3 Mathpower 10 textbooks in hand. That week was the last time I ever saw him. Last Friday I asked his uncle Bhai Satwant Singh about his whereabouts; he informed me that the family had moved to Brampton, Ontario. Yesterday Bhai Balwant Singh at work told me that Satwant Singh has gone to Toronto because 'Raja's kid had died.'
His brother was a year younger than us. And his father ‘Raja’ Singh (Balraj Singh I think) did sewa anytime khalsa school called on him.
****Once again: Don’t drink and drive, Don’t speed while driving, & Don’t try to be a THUG on the road…. If you really want to be a baeeman behind the wheel, get yourself Midtown Madness for computer or X box … getting into a wreck behind a CRT never hurt anyone, lives… on the other hand cannot be replaced so easily.
By the way before you start to make assumptions; he was a passenger not the driver.
**I’ll update this post later**
Stuff from the Khalsa School Annual: 1998 edition is posted below:
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Bhai Sahib was a student of Khalsa School(Vancouver, then Surrey) till Grade 10. We sat in the same classroom for 4 years. Played hockey with him… Faught with him… Hit him… and got hit… Seen him both laugh and cry. Learnt tabla with him from Bhai Gian Singh. Sat on the stage with him during many morning assemblies and extended kirtans. Did many class projects with him. Taught him to cheat the system during typing tests (that’s why I still type with 2 fingers) in Bhai Suminder Singh’s computer class. Both of us were filmed by Ankheela Punajb TV(WSO run) in 1993, the mini documenty on Khalsa School was later shown on national TV(Vision).
Because of a bad driver he recently lost his life on the streets of Toronto Here are a few pictures I took from the 1998 yearbook.
*note: I only went to school with him in grade 10 for about 11 days then dropped out… but was in his class in grades 5,6,7 & 9.
That year (1997-98) Khalsa School Administration tried to experiment their religion department’s tried tested and true A-B-C group system to the academic subjects. Kmarpal Singh Dhaliwal, Ravi Inder Singh and I were in group B English. We three were devastated, especially Ravi Inder singh when I reminded him that he had called me a DP earlier on in the day, and he didnt say a word the whole class. The next period Kmarpal Singh and I were put in the group B math class. When Mr rehmtula announced this Ravi Inder Singh got up and burst out into a bout of Bhangra and a loud ‘BURRRRRRRRRRRA!’ YES! he said at least im not in both of the B classes. I was really happy to see him that excited and proudly went into the science lab where Mr. Bhatia greeted Kamarpal Singh I with 3 Mathpower 10 textbooks in hand. That week was the last time I ever saw him. Last Friday I asked his uncle Bhai Satwant Singh about his whereabouts; he informed me that the family had moved to Brampton, Ontario. Yesterday Bhai Balwant Singh at work told me that Satwant Singh has gone to Toronto because 'Raja's kid had died.'
His brother was a year younger than us. And his father ‘Raja’ Singh (Balraj Singh I think) did sewa anytime khalsa school called on him.
****Once again: Don’t drink and drive, Don’t speed while driving, & Don’t try to be a THUG on the road…. If you really want to be a baeeman behind the wheel, get yourself Midtown Madness for computer or X box … getting into a wreck behind a CRT never hurt anyone, lives… on the other hand cannot be replaced so easily.
By the way before you start to make assumptions; he was a passenger not the driver.
**I’ll update this post later**
Stuff from the Khalsa School Annual: 1998 edition is posted below:
NANG vs. NIHUNG SINGH
This is way overdue. seems like a good post just from skimming over it. read it here.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Fake Punjabis
I felt hungry earlier today, as I reached into the fridge
to get some pizza I saw:
So, why is this such a huge deal anyway? Because this is how you preserve your culture. Not with bhangara/giddah, drinking ‘Desi’ or even Punjabi music videos on ZEETV, but through reading, writing, learning and communicating in Punjabi we keep our culture alive. What’s the point of showing some kid a Punjabi music video when they can’t even understand what the artist is trying to say? I’m sure this happens a lot, when the only thing keeping them interested is the ‘beat’ and how good it sounds. This will be a big problem right here in surrey within the next 10 years.
This will be a problem because uneducated Punjabi women and men who can speak a few broken words of English want to pass on this newfound skill to their children. I see this everywhere, in the park, at the doctor’s office, at Khalsa School, even on the sidewalk in front of our house. Kids of my generation went through this too. And those who did ended up missing out on both Punjabi and English.
I think the reason why Punjabi parents talk to their kids in English is because they want their kids to have an advantage when they study English at school, just like other white kids. I don’t think this works at all. Do I have anything to back this up? YES! Most of the Punjabi kids who went to school with me couldn’t read a simple paragraph out of a novel in class.
There only used to be 2-3 kids out of the whole class who were able to read well at a good pace. Others had trouble with reading out even basic 5-6 letter words. I’m not bragging or anything but I was able to read quite fast because I read a lot growing up, that was the only thing that made me different then all the other kids. When I started going to Tamanawis in 1997 my level of English was like every other Surrey Punjabi kid-below average. It was when I started to read everyday at lunch that my marks in English went right up, reading improved as well.
I finished English 12 at QE night school a few years ago and out of the whole class only 4 people could actually read out the Salem witch hunt novel(cant remember the name) play. Not only that, most of the class couldn’t even follow along what was happening in the story. Only Waheguru knows how they passed the class (maybe online notes had something to do with it)
Last year I went to Toronto in the summer. The Singhs there did readings and discussed Jail Chittyan and Ranglay sajjan in Punjabi. I too had the opportunity to read a few pages. This was probably the most enjoyable reading experience ever. Most people don’t realize that the Gurmukhi script was given to us by Akalpurkh himself. Punjabi literature is not like writings in English or French or any other language. You can only feel the inexplanable joy of reading in Punjabi while reading something in Punjabi. I don’t know if I am the only person who feels this way but there is a big difference when you read a book in Punjabi compared to English. Good works like jail chittayan and others are an example where the Punjabi version has a much greater impact on a person compared to a translation. This might not be such a great example but try reading a book on the same topic in both English and Punjabi and you will note what I just wrote here…
It’s a fact that you can only preserve your culture if you preserve your language. Language is the foundation of any culture. Whether it were the Greeks, or Romans or Egyptians, or the Aztecs their basic foundation was their language on which they built their empires and legacy. Because they lost their foundation (language) they lost the supported structure (culture) as well. Today their languages and cultures are only studied by researchers and showcased is museums but don’t thrive in the real world.
Next time you see some person talking to their kid in broken English, feel free to talk to them and let them know of the great disservice they are doing to their children. Its worth mentioning here that one day almost by accident I tuned to 1600AM and the vice chancellor of Punjabi University Patiala(Punjab) was being interviewed by harjinder thind and he(not Thind ) kept saying ‘but’ while talking in Punajbi. That was really strange and disturbing at the same time because people like him should be setting an example by using exemplary Punjabi and instead he’s trying to impress Canadians with his ‘but’ usage. I’ve seen other people do this too.
I don’t think there’s any other language that can even remotely compare to Punjabi. I’m not saying this because of my bias against other languages, but Punjabi was the script of choice for GOD!(Gurbani) so it shell be your choice as wellJ
to get some pizza I saw:
So, why is this such a huge deal anyway? Because this is how you preserve your culture. Not with bhangara/giddah, drinking ‘Desi’ or even Punjabi music videos on ZEETV, but through reading, writing, learning and communicating in Punjabi we keep our culture alive. What’s the point of showing some kid a Punjabi music video when they can’t even understand what the artist is trying to say? I’m sure this happens a lot, when the only thing keeping them interested is the ‘beat’ and how good it sounds. This will be a big problem right here in surrey within the next 10 years.
This will be a problem because uneducated Punjabi women and men who can speak a few broken words of English want to pass on this newfound skill to their children. I see this everywhere, in the park, at the doctor’s office, at Khalsa School, even on the sidewalk in front of our house. Kids of my generation went through this too. And those who did ended up missing out on both Punjabi and English.
I think the reason why Punjabi parents talk to their kids in English is because they want their kids to have an advantage when they study English at school, just like other white kids. I don’t think this works at all. Do I have anything to back this up? YES! Most of the Punjabi kids who went to school with me couldn’t read a simple paragraph out of a novel in class.
There only used to be 2-3 kids out of the whole class who were able to read well at a good pace. Others had trouble with reading out even basic 5-6 letter words. I’m not bragging or anything but I was able to read quite fast because I read a lot growing up, that was the only thing that made me different then all the other kids. When I started going to Tamanawis in 1997 my level of English was like every other Surrey Punjabi kid-below average. It was when I started to read everyday at lunch that my marks in English went right up, reading improved as well.
I finished English 12 at QE night school a few years ago and out of the whole class only 4 people could actually read out the Salem witch hunt novel(cant remember the name) play. Not only that, most of the class couldn’t even follow along what was happening in the story. Only Waheguru knows how they passed the class (maybe online notes had something to do with it)
Last year I went to Toronto in the summer. The Singhs there did readings and discussed Jail Chittyan and Ranglay sajjan in Punjabi. I too had the opportunity to read a few pages. This was probably the most enjoyable reading experience ever. Most people don’t realize that the Gurmukhi script was given to us by Akalpurkh himself. Punjabi literature is not like writings in English or French or any other language. You can only feel the inexplanable joy of reading in Punjabi while reading something in Punjabi. I don’t know if I am the only person who feels this way but there is a big difference when you read a book in Punjabi compared to English. Good works like jail chittayan and others are an example where the Punjabi version has a much greater impact on a person compared to a translation. This might not be such a great example but try reading a book on the same topic in both English and Punjabi and you will note what I just wrote here…
It’s a fact that you can only preserve your culture if you preserve your language. Language is the foundation of any culture. Whether it were the Greeks, or Romans or Egyptians, or the Aztecs their basic foundation was their language on which they built their empires and legacy. Because they lost their foundation (language) they lost the supported structure (culture) as well. Today their languages and cultures are only studied by researchers and showcased is museums but don’t thrive in the real world.
Next time you see some person talking to their kid in broken English, feel free to talk to them and let them know of the great disservice they are doing to their children. Its worth mentioning here that one day almost by accident I tuned to 1600AM and the vice chancellor of Punjabi University Patiala(Punjab) was being interviewed by harjinder thind and he(not Thind ) kept saying ‘but’ while talking in Punajbi. That was really strange and disturbing at the same time because people like him should be setting an example by using exemplary Punjabi and instead he’s trying to impress Canadians with his ‘but’ usage. I’ve seen other people do this too.
I don’t think there’s any other language that can even remotely compare to Punjabi. I’m not saying this because of my bias against other languages, but Punjabi was the script of choice for GOD!(Gurbani) so it shell be your choice as wellJ
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