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Sapna type jitni dancers hain ve to bekar hai hi Lekin jo ye 70-70 saal ke buddhe unko dekhne jaate hain unka kya? Aur jo ye organisers iss type ke program krte hain unka kya? Kabhi ye stage ke saamne baithe hue logo ka face check Krna, ek type se potential rapist najar aayenge..


I rank contribution of KPS Gill higher than contribution of Manmohan Singh to our Nation. KPS brought Punjab back from the brink.









The thing about this video is that one cannot tell it is of 2026 or 2025 or 2024 or 2023 or 2022 or 2021.... Because from this point every year there are atleast three days of the same scene. That is the level of consistency and incompetence.


Bhaichara gang se keh kar paani dilwa do haryana ko. Ab ek bhai apne dusare bhai ko paani nhi de sakta ?

@news24tvchannel Agar koi burqe wali madam aa jaati toh ye banda jo itni himmat dikha raha hai, hag deta! Remember, gurudwara kisi ke baap ka nahi hai, hamare tax ke paiso se banta hai! Free mai zameen di jaati hau! Phirr mere haise logo ke tqx ke paiso se buildings banti hai!

Punjab 95 Watching ‘Satluj’, my thoughts travel back 30 years, remembering that time when my brother and his friend were picked up for a fake encounter from outside their study centre. His friends rushed home to inform my father, who was Principal Khalsa College, Amritsar then…a hub of terrorism. We used to stay inside campus and were privy to extremism up close and front with murders occurring every other day on campus. Huddling in one room when firing would begin to coming out to blood laden roads after it stopped was common for us. I had experienced 1984 from being a toddler to my teenage years and remember vividly my father’s expression and the way he ran and took his scooter out and rushed from home on hearing this. My mother crying her eyes out. My heart sank. Even at that age I understood everything. We knew what it meant having a member of family being picked up. We knew we may never see him again. We knew if we’re lucky, we may get to see the dead body. My brother had presence of mind. He kept saying to them that he is son of Principal Khalsa College. They didn’t care. He began narrating names of high-ups of Amritsar like DC, SSP etc asking them to verify from these people about his identity as they frequent our home often. Those who had picked him up slowed down their gypsy and asked a few questions. By that time they had reached some fields. My brother responded to each question and then it dawned on them that he is genuinely son of someone important and better not kill him. They threw the boys out and finally both my brother and his friend reached home. He reached home…..thousands and lacs didn’t! And thats a truth many don’t want to hear! #Punjab95 #Satluj #Punjab #1984


People say ‘Never Forget 1984’. Maybe some need this reminder. I remember everything clearly. Even after 40 years, I remember the shape of blood stains around home, the places where I saw murders, the dead bodies and the wrecked Sri Akal Takht Sahib, the sound of guns day and night, the curfews and men with weapons everywhere, my mother’s cries in middle of night (while I would feign being asleep between my parents on their bed) because my father had been put on hit list number 21. I vividly remember that man who put his revolver on my father’s temple while I was home alone and watched from behind the door knowing something is gravely wrong but not quite what it is. I remember that guy turning the revolver around his finger with his leg on table while threatening about something. Later that day they killed my father’s friend who was also on hit list. They shot him from under the chin with bullet right out of the top of his skull. His daughter saw him being killed. I remember the tanks that came towards our home from the front and lowered the nozzle directly at home while Forces with guns came from back wall and encircled us from all sides. The entire family huddled in one room not knowing what would happen as we had been asked to stay in. I can never forget my father’s face, eyes, expressions while he was running around because my brother had been picked up for a fake encounter. I see the heaps of dead bodies in tractor trolleys being towed away even today when I think of that time. That sight of plants being burnt with acid outside of our home one day with a note to my father that our faces would look like this one day if he didn’t do something they had asked him to. 10 years of terrorism and the horrific agony of seeing bloodshed everywhere while always living in fear. These visuals will go away only when I die. I need no reminder. With a restless heart and goosebumps, I decided to post this today. If possible please don’t bring politics to this post and / or ask me questions which I don’t have answers to. Luckily for us, both my father and brother were spared. But thousands and lacs of families were not. Forgetting everything else, spare a minute for them and pray for their traumas to ease 🙏 June 6, 1984…..still waiting for justice! #1984









