NOISES IN THE GURUDAWARA (barficulture.com)
I was at a function at the Gurdwara the other day listening to some melodious kirtan and focusing my mind to the almighty. My concentration was broken several times by the constant vulgarities being committed by the people infront of me. Keeping my eyes closed (I was pretending to be mega religious that day) I tried to use my sub-conscious to eliminate these impurities from the depths of my pure mind.
The devils managed to crack my thoughts and open my eyes with the smelliest and loudest ‘PADH’ (aka FART) known to man. Initially I thought it was little kids up to no good, but soon realised that it was a 50 something uncle jee. He wasn’t the only culprit… his mates were all at it.. like a bhangra band rehearsing Apna Panjab Hovey. The guy next to me, who incidentally was ‘in the line of fire’, kept his eyes shut and recited the kirtan along with the raagi’s (aka priests). But I could see a drip of sweat trickle down from the base of his forehead, along the bridge of his nose and onto the floor. The poor man was holding his breath, he was trying not to let these immature old men spoil his outing to the Gurdwara.
By now my immediate vicinity had been gassed and the not so obvious hand movements over the nose turned into full grown men stretching their sweaters over their lower face. Then came the stares… people looking at each other subconciously trying to ascertain what sub-jee these raspberry blowers had for roti the night before.
Not only did they methane gas the Gurdwara, but they starting gup shupping very loudly. Raising their voices to counter the tabla and chimta sounds from the kirtan. I’m sure they were comparing PADHS .. or having some kind of ‘Who can deal the loudest’ or ‘Whose can smell the worst’ competitions. The one uncle with a handkerchief knotted on his head, like he was on holiday in Blackpool, rocked over the right cheek and let rip onto an innocent teenager playing a game on his mobile. The kid must have had a blocked nose because he didn’t flinch. The poor uncle next to him couldn’t take it any longer so he pretended he was going for lungar and left hurriedly.
The uncle with the messed up red pagh said some farewells and proceeded to get up off the floor. He got up with some difficulty and bent down for his walking stick, in motion he let out the loudest padh i’ve ever heard in my entire life. This bought about another dose of banter from the uncle jee clan, a sign of approval of some sort.
To top it all off, a mobile phone goes off.. u know with the loud tones .. and he let’s in ring for 10 minutes, so that all his mates can see he has a mobile, then answers it loudly .. and he said (this is honest) ‘I’m in the Gurdwara’ .. like that guy from trigger happy tv with the big mobile … .. worst thing .. no one said anything. If that was a group of kids doing that, they would have been scolded straight away and told to respect the fact that they are in the presence of others.
Are we living in a world of injustices? Are the older generation becoming too hip and trendy? Is it indeed them who get away with murder? I think there’s unequal rules here, the elders sometimes show no respect in the Gurudwara, and no one says anything to them.
ayte ppl when i read dis article i lafed ma desi a** off
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i found it so0o0o funny… im postin it up hea ba i dun wan it 2 get moved so plz, sum1, Allah ke naam pe ik sunndar si fart ki pic post kar dena
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bari meherbaani hogi… shukria