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Avtar Singh Sanghera - Shaheedi Smagam UK - Shaheed Jathedar Bhai Sukhde...

Sant Harcharan Singh | Longowal | AKJ Smagam 1984 | Darbar Sahib

Bibi Harpreet Kaur (Van) Local Rainsabhai Kirtan March 2013

Dismissing Wrongs

The blog from thus forth is on.

You may remember a few posts down my comments why I wanted to sever my relationship with Google.

I have slightly rethought the process of choosing online services. 

The key issues with Google were first and foremost privacy related. The other more annoying thing about Blogger, this service which allows me to mange and publish the blog, ended FTP support. Long story short; FTP supported older generational web tools, which I hate have been forced lost.

Anyhow, I have come to terms with both issues and look forward to posting more often.

I want to thank everyone for the support and uplifting encouragement over the years. This blog has led me to come in contact with a wonderful group of individuals. 

Remember, back in the day, we go way back, way way back. Most of the YouTUBE talent was not even born. From Yahoo Groups, to Vicinities and MSN, HOTMAIL, there were no VLOGS, Twitter, TumBlr, FLIKR... was nowhere to be seen. As a fellow BLOGGER coined the term, Blogbrity, we were simply considered the GrandFatherOfTheBLOG.

Thank you to all, for everything. 
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High School Blues

This post is about mistakes been made. 

I tell folks younger than I, that I was there age, at one time. For the elders, I choose not to judge much. Unless it's something blatant and obvious. But for matters of judgement, most of us my age, and elders in general have a fairly good idea of what younger people have going inside their heads.

Unbeknown to most of us, as you leave secondary school behind, you become almost psychologist like and this ability I have found gets better and better with each passing season. In some, the shared experiences of work life and post secondary education brings about profound maturity and with it the ability to forgive in people who realize that there are better things than to hold on to the wrongs of others: it is so high school.

High school for me was especially tough. Those that had been through it with me know it and those that did not know me, let me explain:

Grade 8 for my brother and I was in Punjab. It was 1995. Getting torn from Canada, from everything familiar and leaving it to start anew in a different country was a challenge. That too was doable, but the larger challenge was the weather and losing all the Canadian amenities we take for granted, no hot water, no heat, no insulated home, crappy transportation, the horrible smell, and a multitude of things that others experience when they head to the pind(village) even today. The Hindi Punjabi instruction system was tough as well. There was the advanced Math and Science curricula but the masculine aspects of high school teens in a highly macho society had