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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="drkhalsa" data-source="post: 12888" data-attributes="member: 384"><p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">’84 recalled</span></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">When the mob ruled</span></span></strong></p> <p style="text-align: center"><strong><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px"></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">A.J. Philip</span></span></strong></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 15px">O</span></span></strong><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">N the way to the Patna Junction to see off our parish priest, I took a few copies of the special edition we had brought out to cover Prime Minister Indira Gandhi’s assassination. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">As we waited for the Howrah Express, a passenger train from Dhanbad arrived on platform No.1. A skeletal Sikh, his wife and two small children got down from the train. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">As they picked up their luggage and began to move, some lumpen elements assembled there from nowhere and began attacking them. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The man abandoned his luggage, clutched at the hands of his children and ran towards the waiting room. His wife kept pace with him. The miscreants, whose number had meanwhile swelled, followed raining blows on the couple. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">They ran into the first class ladies’ waiting room, which was crowded at that time. They entered the bathroom and bolted it from inside while their attackers bayed for their blood. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The anti-social elements stood outside the room shouting something like “khoon ka badla khoon”. When they did not come out, they began to disperse. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Finally, when everyone of them was gone, two armed Railway Protection Force jawans went into the waiting room, persuaded the couple to open the door and escorted them out. By then there was no trace of either their luggage or the poor man’s turban. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">For all one knew, the hapless family would not have even known why they were at the receiving end of the mob. Most probably, they would not have even heard in the train about the Prime Minister’s assassination. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">By the time I came out of the station, violence had begun in Patna. I saw a mob attacking and looting a shop near the station. I got scared. I had to reach office and bring out an edition. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">It was exciting to produce the paper. Even more exciting was to get the first copy from the foreman. In any case, I had decided to stay in the office as it was not advisable to travel at night. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">There was neither pleasure nor excitement to sleep in the chair. Why not go home? And when our typist, Mr Kapoor, sought a pillion ride on my scooter, I took the plunge. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">We had nearly reached Rajendranagar when we were asked to stop by some rioters. “Sir, take a turn to the left and drive as fast as you can”, advised Mr Kapoor. We did not look back till we reached home. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">Next morning I left for office as usual. The roads were deserted. At Kankerbagh, I saw urchins carrying sackfuls of chappals, all looted from a factory owned by a Sikh. Last year, I read about the owner of the same factory in a Chandigarh newspaper. He lost everything in Patna, returned to Punjab and started a business, which, fortunately for him, is now thriving. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The whole day we had reports of violence in Patna. Most of the Sikh establishments were looted or destroyed. Many of them took shelter in Patna Sahib in the old city area. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">The police imposed a curfew on the city. I got a curfew pass. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">When I returned home in the evening, a small crowd had assembled in front of my house. They were waiting for me. They wanted to know the real news as many rumours were floating. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px">I<strong> could see at a distance my neighbour, who was a judge of the Patna High Court. After I was through with the others, he called me to his place. He too wanted authentic news. </strong></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"><strong>In the course of our conversation, he said something, which shocked me. “These Sikhs had become arrogant. They deserve this!” I could not believe that I was listening to a High Court judge (May his soul rest in peace). </strong>As I walked back, I wondered whether the small Sikh community in my village, Ranni, in Kerala, whose hospitality I enjoyed once when I was a child, was safe. I hoped against hope that they were safe. A few weeks later, I learnt to my utter horror that they too were not spared.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><span style="font-size: 10px"></span></span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="drkhalsa, post: 12888, member: 384"] [CENTER][B][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=2]’84 recalled [/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=4]When the mob ruled [/SIZE][/FONT][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=2]A.J. Philip[/SIZE][/FONT][/B][/CENTER] [B][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=4]O[/SIZE][/FONT][/B][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=2]N the way to the Patna Junction to see off our parish priest, I took a few copies of the special edition we had brought out to cover Prime Minister Indira Gandhi’s assassination. As we waited for the Howrah Express, a passenger train from Dhanbad arrived on platform No.1. A skeletal Sikh, his wife and two small children got down from the train. As they picked up their luggage and began to move, some lumpen elements assembled there from nowhere and began attacking them. The man abandoned his luggage, clutched at the hands of his children and ran towards the waiting room. His wife kept pace with him. The miscreants, whose number had meanwhile swelled, followed raining blows on the couple. They ran into the first class ladies’ waiting room, which was crowded at that time. They entered the bathroom and bolted it from inside while their attackers bayed for their blood. The anti-social elements stood outside the room shouting something like “khoon ka badla khoon”. When they did not come out, they began to disperse. Finally, when everyone of them was gone, two armed Railway Protection Force jawans went into the waiting room, persuaded the couple to open the door and escorted them out. By then there was no trace of either their luggage or the poor man’s turban. For all one knew, the hapless family would not have even known why they were at the receiving end of the mob. Most probably, they would not have even heard in the train about the Prime Minister’s assassination. By the time I came out of the station, violence had begun in Patna. I saw a mob attacking and looting a shop near the station. I got scared. I had to reach office and bring out an edition. It was exciting to produce the paper. Even more exciting was to get the first copy from the foreman. In any case, I had decided to stay in the office as it was not advisable to travel at night. There was neither pleasure nor excitement to sleep in the chair. Why not go home? And when our typist, Mr Kapoor, sought a pillion ride on my scooter, I took the plunge. We had nearly reached Rajendranagar when we were asked to stop by some rioters. “Sir, take a turn to the left and drive as fast as you can”, advised Mr Kapoor. We did not look back till we reached home. Next morning I left for office as usual. The roads were deserted. At Kankerbagh, I saw urchins carrying sackfuls of chappals, all looted from a factory owned by a Sikh. Last year, I read about the owner of the same factory in a Chandigarh newspaper. He lost everything in Patna, returned to Punjab and started a business, which, fortunately for him, is now thriving. The whole day we had reports of violence in Patna. Most of the Sikh establishments were looted or destroyed. Many of them took shelter in Patna Sahib in the old city area. The police imposed a curfew on the city. I got a curfew pass. When I returned home in the evening, a small crowd had assembled in front of my house. They were waiting for me. They wanted to know the real news as many rumours were floating. I[B] could see at a distance my neighbour, who was a judge of the Patna High Court. After I was through with the others, he called me to his place. He too wanted authentic news. [/B] [B]In the course of our conversation, he said something, which shocked me. “These Sikhs had become arrogant. They deserve this!” I could not believe that I was listening to a High Court judge (May his soul rest in peace). [/B]As I walked back, I wondered whether the small Sikh community in my village, Ranni, in Kerala, whose hospitality I enjoyed once when I was a child, was safe. I hoped against hope that they were safe. A few weeks later, I learnt to my utter horror that they too were not spared. [/SIZE][/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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