Live for yourself…

So tell me what’s the point of life? Are we living for ourselves or are we living for others? How do we measure self worth? Is it by how many friends we have and how they regard us? Or by our achievements in this life? I ask myself these questions sometimes. Not because I feel Read More …

“What’s your biggest fear?”

A very dear friend today asked me a very deep question. I haven’t known her for very long, in the grand scheme of things, around 2 years. She has become close and important to me. She text me today. Asked how I was as she usually does. Then asked if I wanted to play truth Read More …

What’s the point?

What is the point? Why do we wake in the morning? Why do we breathe the air we do? Why do we eat? Why do we care or hate? Why do we love? What’s the point? Lately I’ve pondered this a lot. I mean what we do, our existence. What is the light of it? Read More …

Komagata Maru – 100 Years On We Remember

I passed this memorial to the Komagata Maru the other day in Stanley Park. These people, Sikhs, Hindus and Muslims had travelled from India to Canada in the hopes to start a new life here. Some of them had fought in the British Army during WWI. Sadly they were turned away starving and mistreated purely because Read More …

Lines in a book…

I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. I guess when you’re on your own. Away from loved ones and family, you start to think a lot more. Well I certainly do. I have so much time on my hands these days, that I fill it with thinking. My phone is full of little notes Read More …

My Dastar…

I’ve been meaning to write another post for a few days, but I can never think of what I should write about. Life, love, moving to a new country, leaving my family behind, starting again etc. The thing I want to talk about this afternoon, is my Dastar (Pagh or Turban). My Dastar is one Read More …

A New Me…

It seems that all of my posts end up being very personal.  Try as I might, this is all that I seem to want to share with all of you.  All you people who have no idea who I am.  Or even care who I am.  You may have just stumbled across my page, and Read More …

Dear Father,

Please don’t ever speak those words again. I know you’re upset, angry, frustrated, afraid, sick, disgusted, helpless, tired and feeling worthless. I’m trying to understand what you’re going through and I’m trying to be here for you as best I can. But please never say that again. I miss you and I love you. I Read More …

Sons of a Sardar…

He’s strong! He’s a fighter! He’s proud! He’s a Sikh! He’s a Singh, he’s a Sardar! He’s my father! He’s a Dada Ji! He’s traveled so far! He’s worked so hard! He’s raised us all! He’s endured so much! He must carry on! I hope we make you proud. We love you so much, our Read More …