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ਜਪੁ | Jup
ਸੋ ਦਰੁ | So Dar
ਸੋਹਿਲਾ | Sohilaa
ਰਾਗੁ ਸਿਰੀਰਾਗੁ | Raag Siree-Raag
Gurbani (14-53)
Ashtpadiyan (53-71)
Gurbani (71-74)
Pahre (74-78)
Chhant (78-81)
Vanjara (81-82)
Vaar Siri Raag (83-91)
Bhagat Bani (91-93)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਝ | Raag Maajh
Gurbani (94-109)
Ashtpadi (109)
Ashtpadiyan (110-129)
Ashtpadi (129-130)
Ashtpadiyan (130-133)
Bara Maha (133-136)
Din Raen (136-137)
Vaar Maajh Ki (137-150)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗਉੜੀ | Raag Gauree
Gurbani (151-185)
Quartets/Couplets (185-220)
Ashtpadiyan (220-234)
Karhalei (234-235)
Ashtpadiyan (235-242)
Chhant (242-249)
Baavan Akhari (250-262)
Sukhmani (262-296)
Thittee (296-300)
Gauree kii Vaar (300-323)
Gurbani (323-330)
Ashtpadiyan (330-340)
Baavan Akhari (340-343)
Thintteen (343-344)
Vaar Kabir (344-345)
Bhagat Bani (345-346)
ਰਾਗੁ ਆਸਾ | Raag Aasaa
Gurbani (347-348)
Chaupaday (348-364)
Panchpadde (364-365)
Kaafee (365-409)
Aasaavaree (409-411)
Ashtpadiyan (411-432)
Patee (432-435)
Chhant (435-462)
Vaar Aasaa (462-475)
Bhagat Bani (475-488)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗੂਜਰੀ | Raag Goojaree
Gurbani (489-503)
Ashtpadiyan (503-508)
Vaar Gujari (508-517)
Vaar Gujari (517-526)
ਰਾਗੁ ਦੇਵਗੰਧਾਰੀ | Raag Dayv-Gandhaaree
Gurbani (527-536)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਿਹਾਗੜਾ | Raag Bihaagraa
Gurbani (537-556)
Chhant (538-548)
Vaar Bihaagraa (548-556)
ਰਾਗੁ ਵਡਹੰਸ | Raag Wadhans
Gurbani (557-564)
Ashtpadiyan (564-565)
Chhant (565-575)
Ghoriaan (575-578)
Alaahaniiaa (578-582)
Vaar Wadhans (582-594)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸੋਰਠਿ | Raag Sorath
Gurbani (595-634)
Asatpadhiya (634-642)
Vaar Sorath (642-659)
ਰਾਗੁ ਧਨਾਸਰੀ | Raag Dhanasaree
Gurbani (660-685)
Astpadhiya (685-687)
Chhant (687-691)
Bhagat Bani (691-695)
ਰਾਗੁ ਜੈਤਸਰੀ | Raag Jaitsree
Gurbani (696-703)
Chhant (703-705)
Vaar Jaitsaree (705-710)
Bhagat Bani (710)
ਰਾਗੁ ਟੋਡੀ | Raag Todee
ਰਾਗੁ ਬੈਰਾੜੀ | Raag Bairaaree
ਰਾਗੁ ਤਿਲੰਗ | Raag Tilang
Gurbani (721-727)
Bhagat Bani (727)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸੂਹੀ | Raag Suhi
Gurbani (728-750)
Ashtpadiyan (750-761)
Kaafee (761-762)
Suchajee (762)
Gunvantee (763)
Chhant (763-785)
Vaar Soohee (785-792)
Bhagat Bani (792-794)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਿਲਾਵਲੁ | Raag Bilaaval
Gurbani (795-831)
Ashtpadiyan (831-838)
Thitteen (838-840)
Vaar Sat (841-843)
Chhant (843-848)
Vaar Bilaaval (849-855)
Bhagat Bani (855-858)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗੋਂਡ | Raag Gond
Gurbani (859-869)
Ashtpadiyan (869)
Bhagat Bani (870-875)
ਰਾਗੁ ਰਾਮਕਲੀ | Raag Ramkalee
Ashtpadiyan (902-916)
Gurbani (876-902)
Anand (917-922)
Sadd (923-924)
Chhant (924-929)
Dakhnee (929-938)
Sidh Gosat (938-946)
Vaar Ramkalee (947-968)
ਰਾਗੁ ਨਟ ਨਾਰਾਇਨ | Raag Nat Narayan
Gurbani (975-980)
Ashtpadiyan (980-983)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਲੀ ਗਉੜਾ | Raag Maalee Gauraa
Gurbani (984-988)
Bhagat Bani (988)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਰੂ | Raag Maaroo
Gurbani (889-1008)
Ashtpadiyan (1008-1014)
Kaafee (1014-1016)
Ashtpadiyan (1016-1019)
Anjulian (1019-1020)
Solhe (1020-1033)
Dakhni (1033-1043)
ਰਾਗੁ ਤੁਖਾਰੀ | Raag Tukhaari
Bara Maha (1107-1110)
Chhant (1110-1117)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕੇਦਾਰਾ | Raag Kedara
Gurbani (1118-1123)
Bhagat Bani (1123-1124)
ਰਾਗੁ ਭੈਰਉ | Raag Bhairo
Gurbani (1125-1152)
Partaal (1153)
Ashtpadiyan (1153-1167)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਸੰਤੁ | Raag Basant
Gurbani (1168-1187)
Ashtpadiyan (1187-1193)
Vaar Basant (1193-1196)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸਾਰਗ | Raag Saarag
Gurbani (1197-1200)
Partaal (1200-1231)
Ashtpadiyan (1232-1236)
Chhant (1236-1237)
Vaar Saarang (1237-1253)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਲਾਰ | Raag Malaar
Gurbani (1254-1293)
Partaal (1265-1273)
Ashtpadiyan (1273-1278)
Chhant (1278)
Vaar Malaar (1278-91)
Bhagat Bani (1292-93)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕਾਨੜਾ | Raag Kaanraa
Gurbani (1294-96)
Partaal (1296-1318)
Ashtpadiyan (1308-1312)
Chhant (1312)
Vaar Kaanraa
Bhagat Bani (1318)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕਲਿਆਨ | Raag Kalyaan
Gurbani (1319-23)
Ashtpadiyan (1323-26)
ਰਾਗੁ ਪ੍ਰਭਾਤੀ | Raag Prabhaatee
Gurbani (1327-1341)
Ashtpadiyan (1342-51)
ਰਾਗੁ ਜੈਜਾਵੰਤੀ | Raag Jaijaiwanti
Gurbani (1352-53)
Salok | Gatha | Phunahe | Chaubole | Swayiye
Sehskritee Mahala 1
Sehskritee Mahala 5
Gaathaa Mahala 5
Phunhay Mahala 5
Chaubolae Mahala 5
Shaloks Bhagat Kabir
Shaloks Sheikh Farid
Swaiyyae Mahala 5
Swaiyyae in Praise of Gurus
Shaloks in Addition To Vaars
Shalok Ninth Mehl
Mundavanee Mehl 5
ਰਾਗ ਮਾਲਾ, Raag Maalaa
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<blockquote data-quote="Harry Haller" data-source="post: 210966" data-attributes="member: 14641"><p>I am also in the pretty much the same place as the two of you, with a slightly different angle, in that none of what you say amazes me or shocks me, it is the way things are, in my view, you can either transverse the road between god and the flesh, find some fairly warm place, a nice glow, and save yourself from the fires of the deep feelings that we are able to experience, so my life is a cycle of god, and the flesh, and everything burns like the fire of hell, no nice glow for us I am afraid, unless you prefer a zombie like existence, unless you prefer a living death with your joys and pleasures coming from possessions, pride and ego.</p><p></p><p>I will share with you my experience of yesterday</p><p></p><p>Having spent a few weeks without a car, and finding the current scheme of standing on street corners with a huge pile of parcels in the hope that someone that knows me will stop and give me a lift, unreliable (worked so far, but can take time), I decided to buy a car, I managed to find a 17 year old Audi estate 100 miles away, so made contact, and left yesterday morning at 6am to the Midlands. I also refuse to carry a phone, but again, that will have to be compromised at some point, but I digress, the journey was strange beyond belief, everyone stares at a phone, or a tablet, everywhere, in restaurants, on the train, everywhere, no one takes your money anymore, you have to use a machine which barks orders at you, all the buildings I remember have gone, every train station is crammed with upmarket shops, no one makes eye contact, no one looks at you, no one smiles, to say I felt like a country bumpkin would be an understatement.</p><p></p><p>Finally, I got to my destination, I saw the car and noted a jolly cuddly looking fellow with long hair and a beard, a good start I thought, he me back to his farm, and I was delighted to see he had a collection of classic cars, well, to me they were just cars of my youth, we got talking, about the very subject of this blog, me, I feel pretty alone at the moment, like I am surrounded by zombies, like every interaction is meaningless, pointless, I do not wish to talk about television, or politics, or the latest fashions, I am afraid it is a huge game, and you either play along or alienate yourself, in my younger days, dressed in a smart suit and a red turban, a smile to the opposite sex would normally bring about a smile back, a flirtatious look, now I realised that women saw me as some sort of cuddly teddy bear, but then maybe I smile like a cuddly teddy bear these days.</p><p></p><p>I commented on the XJ6 he was working on, it was beautiful, I asked him if he would mind me sniffing it, I immediately regretted my statement, as I realised he would think I was some sort of weirdo, but he smiled, sniff away he said, its a beautiful smell, I sniffed, sniffed hard, yes, its different to the series 3 though, I said, and then we both looked at each other and together said, more leathery, it was a beautiful moment, I noticed his big friendly eyes, we talked for some time, about religion, about life, he was a farmer, real son of the soil, he showed me around the car, it was immaculate, I mean immaculate, he had spent yesterday cleaning it, can I take it for a spin, I asked, sure, he threw the keys at me. When so much takes away your trust for your fellow man, that you feel like I do sometimes, and someone I hardly know, and have not paid, is throwing me the keys to his car, I felt slightly ashamed of my own bitterness regarding kindness and love, I left happy and glad to have met him.He went quite a way to restoring my faith in human nature, his attitude seemed to be, sure we all get knocked, we all get cheated, but I am not going to stop being me and end up bitter and suspicious, I will use my brain and intellect and act accordingly.</p><p></p><p>I stopped at a service station, I wanted to call my dad, speak to my mom, I asked while I paid for my overpriced chocolate bar where the payphone was, I got a blank look, there are no payphones, and it was a big service station.</p><p></p><p>I look at the world with amusement now, it is all, a fantastic joke, but gentlemen, should you not be grateful you can see the emperor has no clothes? Sure, no one else believes you, but that is ok, the emperor has no clothes, once we stop torturing ourselves as to why everyone else can see it, and accept it, then there comes a more meaningful life, a more real life, a life where the emperors saggy belly and tiny genitals are out for all to see, well for all to have the chance to see, we see it, we should be grateful</p><p></p><p>[MEDIA=youtube]0vqgdSsfqPs[/MEDIA]</p><p></p><p>The video for this song is actually the same 20 seconds of footage viewed from different angles, forwards, backwards,</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Harry Haller, post: 210966, member: 14641"] I am also in the pretty much the same place as the two of you, with a slightly different angle, in that none of what you say amazes me or shocks me, it is the way things are, in my view, you can either transverse the road between god and the flesh, find some fairly warm place, a nice glow, and save yourself from the fires of the deep feelings that we are able to experience, so my life is a cycle of god, and the flesh, and everything burns like the fire of hell, no nice glow for us I am afraid, unless you prefer a zombie like existence, unless you prefer a living death with your joys and pleasures coming from possessions, pride and ego. I will share with you my experience of yesterday Having spent a few weeks without a car, and finding the current scheme of standing on street corners with a huge pile of parcels in the hope that someone that knows me will stop and give me a lift, unreliable (worked so far, but can take time), I decided to buy a car, I managed to find a 17 year old Audi estate 100 miles away, so made contact, and left yesterday morning at 6am to the Midlands. I also refuse to carry a phone, but again, that will have to be compromised at some point, but I digress, the journey was strange beyond belief, everyone stares at a phone, or a tablet, everywhere, in restaurants, on the train, everywhere, no one takes your money anymore, you have to use a machine which barks orders at you, all the buildings I remember have gone, every train station is crammed with upmarket shops, no one makes eye contact, no one looks at you, no one smiles, to say I felt like a country bumpkin would be an understatement. Finally, I got to my destination, I saw the car and noted a jolly cuddly looking fellow with long hair and a beard, a good start I thought, he me back to his farm, and I was delighted to see he had a collection of classic cars, well, to me they were just cars of my youth, we got talking, about the very subject of this blog, me, I feel pretty alone at the moment, like I am surrounded by zombies, like every interaction is meaningless, pointless, I do not wish to talk about television, or politics, or the latest fashions, I am afraid it is a huge game, and you either play along or alienate yourself, in my younger days, dressed in a smart suit and a red turban, a smile to the opposite sex would normally bring about a smile back, a flirtatious look, now I realised that women saw me as some sort of cuddly teddy bear, but then maybe I smile like a cuddly teddy bear these days. I commented on the XJ6 he was working on, it was beautiful, I asked him if he would mind me sniffing it, I immediately regretted my statement, as I realised he would think I was some sort of weirdo, but he smiled, sniff away he said, its a beautiful smell, I sniffed, sniffed hard, yes, its different to the series 3 though, I said, and then we both looked at each other and together said, more leathery, it was a beautiful moment, I noticed his big friendly eyes, we talked for some time, about religion, about life, he was a farmer, real son of the soil, he showed me around the car, it was immaculate, I mean immaculate, he had spent yesterday cleaning it, can I take it for a spin, I asked, sure, he threw the keys at me. When so much takes away your trust for your fellow man, that you feel like I do sometimes, and someone I hardly know, and have not paid, is throwing me the keys to his car, I felt slightly ashamed of my own bitterness regarding kindness and love, I left happy and glad to have met him.He went quite a way to restoring my faith in human nature, his attitude seemed to be, sure we all get knocked, we all get cheated, but I am not going to stop being me and end up bitter and suspicious, I will use my brain and intellect and act accordingly. I stopped at a service station, I wanted to call my dad, speak to my mom, I asked while I paid for my overpriced chocolate bar where the payphone was, I got a blank look, there are no payphones, and it was a big service station. I look at the world with amusement now, it is all, a fantastic joke, but gentlemen, should you not be grateful you can see the emperor has no clothes? Sure, no one else believes you, but that is ok, the emperor has no clothes, once we stop torturing ourselves as to why everyone else can see it, and accept it, then there comes a more meaningful life, a more real life, a life where the emperors saggy belly and tiny genitals are out for all to see, well for all to have the chance to see, we see it, we should be grateful [MEDIA=youtube]0vqgdSsfqPs[/MEDIA] The video for this song is actually the same 20 seconds of footage viewed from different angles, forwards, backwards, [/QUOTE]
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