Barclaycard Global CEO @ INDUS

Barclaycard Global CEO @ INDUS

INDUS had Amer Sajed (sitting next to me in the picture ), Barclaycard Global CEO, as our chief guest and keynote speaker last Friday, Dec. 18. A great person of many awesome qualities, we all had a lovely and learning time with him. The fact that he kept his commitment despite a severe injury on his foot only enhanced his respect in everyone’s heart and mind.

US Congressman, John Carney @ Indus Technology Association (ITA)

US Congressman, John Carney @ Indus Technology Association (ITA)

About a year back, I took an initiative to create a platform for South Asian technology professionals in Delaware. We call the forum Indus Technology Association (ITA) and we meet every third Friday of the month. Last month we had National Grid CTO as keynote speaker, and last Friday (November 20) we had US Congressman, John Carney. Next month it will be Barclaycard global CEO as our chief guest and keynote speaker.


Memory Beauteous

ਹਸੀਨ ਯਾਦ

ਓਏ!
ਸੋਹਿਣਆਂ ਜਾਲਮਾਂ
ਿਦਲਾਂ ਿਦਆ ਮਿਹਰਮਾਂ।

ਤੰੂ ੳੁਹ ਦੁੱਖ ਜੋ ਮੈਂ ਭੁੱਲਨਾ ਨਹੀਂ ਚਾਹੁੰਦਾ
ਿੲੱਕ ੳੁਹ ਹੰਝੂ ਜੋ ਿਦੱਲ ਡੁੱਲਨਾ ਨਹੀਂ ਚਾਹੁੰਦਾ।

ਨਸੀਬਾਂ ਦੇ ਰੰਗਾਂ ’ਚੋਂ ਅੜੀਏ
ਹੁਣ ਿਕੱਦਾਂ ਕੱਤੇ ਵੇਲੇ ਦੇ ਤੰਦ ਨੀ ਫੜੀਏ।

ਪਰ ਅੱਜ ਵੀ ਨਾਲ ਏ ਸਾਡੇ
ਤੇਰੀ ਸਵੇਰ ਵਰਗੀ ਤਾਜਗੀ
ਖੁਸ਼ਬੂ ‘ਚ ਘੁਲੀ ਮਹਿਕ
ਤੇਰੇ ਬੋਲਾਂ ਦੀ ੳੁਹ ਰਵਾਨਗੀ
ਿਜਵੇਂ ਘਰ ਮੁੜਦੇ ਪੰਛੀਆਂ ਦੀ ਚਹਿਕ।

ਹੁਣ ਵੀ ਯਾਦ ਆੳੁਂਦਾ ਮੈਨੂੰ
ਤੇਰਾ ਬਸੰਤ ਦੇ ਬਗੀਚੇ ਵਾਂਗ ਿਖੜਨਾ
ਕੋਮਲ ਿਜਹੇ ਹੱਥਾਂ ਨਾਲ ਚੁੰਨੀ ਫੜਨਾ
ਜਦੋਂ ਮੈਂ ਤੇਰਾ ਰੂਪ ਤੈਨੰੂ ਦੱਸਣਾ
ਤੇਰਾ ਜਾਨ ਲੇਵਾ ਅਦਾ ਿਵੱਚ ਸੰਗਨਾ।

ਲੰਘੇ ਸਾਲਾਂ ਦੀ ਢੇਰੀ ਤੇ ਬੈਠਕੇ
ਜਦੋਂ ਮੈਂ ਵੇਖਦਾਂ ਸੋਹਣੇ ਫੁੱਲਾਂ ਦੇ ਰੰਗ
ਪਤਾ ਨਹੀ ਿਕੳੁਂ ਯਾਦ ਆ ਜਾਂਦੀਆਂ ਮੈਨੰੂ
ਤੇਰੀਆਂ ਆਦਾਂਵਾ ਤੇਰੇ ਨਖਰੇ
ਤੇ ਤੇਰੇ ਿਮੱਠੇ-ਿਪਆਰੇ ਢੰਗ।

(Translation courtesy of Geeta Sharma Khanna)

Oh!
Beautiful culprit,
The love of my heart.

You are the unforgettable sorrow,
The unsheddable tear of my heart.

How do I snatch from the colors of destiny, my beloved
The strands of times gone by on gossamer wings.

Even today …
Still lingers with me
Your dewy freshness
Along with the aroma
Of your honey soaked words
Like the chirping of birds returning home.

I still remember…
You like a spring garden in bloom,
Holding your scarf with dainty hands,
Feeling deeply shy when I praised your beauty my beloved.

Sitting on the debris of years gone by,
As I view the beautiful colors of flowers,
I don’t know why they come unbidden to my mind…
The beauty of your gestures,
The beauty of your fusses
And all your adorable ways…

Interfaith Peace Prayer

Interfaith Peace Prayer

A Peace Prayer to ONE From Many

Faiths across the world concur in the belief that even when religions are many, God is one.

Still, a razor thin minority dedicate themselves to destroying the peace of the majority in the disguise of religion. I agree with Napoleon (not a particularly peaceful person himself) when he said: “The world suffers a lot. Not because of the violence of bad people, but because of the silence of good people.”

Why do these “good people” stay silent and later whimper in pain, suffering and disgust?

On Saturday, August 15, local leaders and members of various faiths came together at the recently opened Sikh temple (Gurdwara) near Middletown to demonstrate that good people can collectively serve the community and pray in peace and solidarity. The event also reflected the belief that service and prayer together in such a way can frustrate hatemongers more powerfully than any other individual effort.

This was the second year that a group of Sikhs sponsored and organized such a gathering. Last year the venue was close to the Wilmington train station where an interfaith peace prayer was said before food was served to the homeless in the spirit of community service.

This year we gathered at our new Gurdwara in Middletown. Members of many faiths joined together to help clean Route 896, where the Gurdwara is located. This was done as a community service project under the Delaware Department of Transportation (DelDOT) Adopt-A-Highway program. Families living in the neighborhood of the Gurdwara also generously joined the effort. Following the cleanup, we gathered at the Gurdwara for fellowship and remarks by government leaders and representatives of several religions.

This year’s event coincided with the third anniversary of the tragedy in Oak Creek, Wisconsin in which a gunman attacked a Sikh temple, killing six members and wounding several others including a police officer. The incident was remembered by watching “Waking in Oak Creek,” a half-hour movie that recounts how on August 5, 2012, an individual driven by hatred and neo-Nazi leanings shattered the lives of Sikhs in this small suburban town. But the finest achievement of this film, produced by Not In Our Town and distributed by Department of Justice, is in showing the resilience of the Sikhs. The film illustrates how in the true spirit of their faith Sikhs remained invested in peace, love and forgiveness.

This shining spirit was certainly enabled by enormous love and support of Americans at large in the true spirit of the creators of our country. The documentary convincingly depicts how governments at all levels and people from all walks of life embraced and comforted the Sikh community.

However, this year’s interfaith initiative was not just focused on Oak Creek. It was an act of remembrance and tribute by people of all faiths for all those who have been wounded or died from hate crimes and violence. It was for the nine victims of Charleston Church shooting, three victims of Chapel Hill, North Carolina, four victims of Chattanooga, Tennessee, for Michael Brown, in Ferguson, and others in Madison, Los Angeles, Cleveland, Cincinnati, Baltimore and elsewhere.

As a Sikh, I was taught since childhood that there is nothing larger than seva (selfless community service) and simran (prayer). A seva that is intended and performed for the universal betterment (sarbat da bhala in Sikh parlance) can only invoke the Supreme Being’s blessing of glory.
Simran can progress towards acme only when it promotes harmony, equality and togetherness.

I can’t imagine a peaceful world unless there is peace among various faiths, which can only start once there is peace amid faith leaders of the world. Will it ever happen?

Rather than sitting and debating about it, I believe in doing what we can, regardless of how meager it may be.

Through interfaith activities in Delaware over the years, I have met and interacted with many people of different backgrounds and beliefs who share a common vision of community and peace. They have helped sustain my hope in times when it was faltering. We extend a warm thanks to all those ladies and gentlemen, and our sincere gratitude to all who participated in today’s community service and interfaith peace prayer.






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This column was published online by the www.delawareonline.com on Aug 04, 2015.

Mr K P Menon – My Economics teacher

Mr K P Menon – My Economics teacher

Things divine are not only powerful and mysterious, they are moving and stupendous as well. One of the most respected teachers I have come across in my life, Things divine are not only powerful and mysterious, they are moving and stupendous as well. One of the most respected teachers I have come across in my life, Mr K P Menon, Economics teacher and Ex-Beas house housemaster sahib in PPS, Nabha, passed away yesterday afternoon (June 18, 2015) in Kormangla, Bangalore, in his younger daughter’s house. A thorough gentleman who truly commanded respect without ever demanding it. The sadness it will evoke amid his community of reverent pupils, no doubt, will cut across all geographical state and national borders… will end up drowning both genders equally in sorrow, and the numerals like the house numbers and the batch years will sigh together, and in equal depth and thickness, at the irreparable loss. Now, the marvellous part is that Deepak Singh (R-576), Naveel Singla (R-547) and I went to meet him a day before yesterday. Though he was unwell, we three felt so blessed to be close to him and exchanged some precious words with him. He commanded his daughter to take pictures with us — imagine our kismet. Before 24 hours were over, he left the world. When I learnt it, I was shocked, found it difficult to believe, gaping in disbelief. Then, some time later, I smiled, mesmerized at the miraculous manifestations of the divinity. Menon Sir, we loved you, love you, and will always love you. Dear Sir, It was our privilege to be in the classroom and company of a great man like you. Thanks a ton Sirjee for waiting to bless us and sorry we were late to be of any service to you. and Ex-Beas house housemaster sahib in PPS, Nabha, passed away yesterday afternoon (June 18, 2015) in Kormangla, Bangalore, in his younger daughter’s house. A thorough gentleman who truly commanded respect without ever demanding it. The sadness it will evoke amid his community of reverent pupils, no doubt, will cut across all geographical state and national borders… will end up drowning both genders equally in sorrow, and the numerals like the house numbers and the batch years will sigh together, and in equal depth and thickness, at the irreparable loss. Now, the marvelous part is that Deepak Singh (R-576), Naveel Singla (R-547) and I went to meet him a day before yesterday. Though he was unwell, we three felt so blessed to be close to him and exchanged some precious words with him. He commanded his daughter to take pictures with us — imagine our kismet. Before 24 hours were over, he left the world. When I learnt it, I was shocked, found it difficult to believe, gaping in disbelief. Then, some time later, I smiled, mesmerised at the miraculous manifestations of the divinity. Menon Sir, we loved you, love you, and will always love you. Dear Sir, It was our privilege to be in the classroom and company of a great man like you. Thanks a ton Sirjee for waiting to bless us and sorry we were late to be of any service to you.

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Deepak, Naveel and I in the aura of Mr K M P Menon’s blessing; in Bangalore, a day before he replaced the North Star in the sky. A man, I have been told, is measured by his deeds. And this one — even though looking frail and fatigued lying on the bed — was yet powerful enough to negotiate with Godjee Himself a day’s extension so that he could offer us not only his much-cherished darshan, but also shower us with his blessings as well. “We,” mind you, here doesn’t only imply three visible student faces…but mere PPS di sari fraternity that the legends like him nurtured with their qualities of mind and heart. Now, who wants to argue with me that only bad people have addictions…