The word Basmati was first used in Heer Ranjha written by Waris Shah (rehmatuallah Alaih) in our side of Punjab . For India to obtain GI tag for it would be extreme shame for our culture and heritage .
The entire epic written by one of the greatest Punjabi poet of the world takes place in our Punjab . Waris Shah was born here and died here too . We should realize this importance to our history and culture . Allowing this to happen would be a disgrace to our history culture and region .
Pakistan exports 35 percent of total Basmati rice in the world .
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basmati
Part of the oral tradition of South Asia, the story of Heer Ranjha has been sung by bards and dramatized by folk artists for centuries. The story was first written by a poet from Jhang called Damodar Das Arora during the reign of the Mughal Emperor Akbar. However, just the way Valmiki’s Ramayana became Tulsidas’s after he rewrote the epic, this legend also became Waris Shah’s when he rewrote it in the eighteenth century. Today it is also referred to as Waris Shah’s Heer. According to Damodar’s version, which was then supported by Waris Shah, Heer Ranjha is based on an actual story that Damodar saw unfold in front of his eyes. In the end, both Heer and Ranjha were buried in one grave, to celebrate their eternal love. Their shrine in Jhang, which, according to the legend, is the hometown of Heer, is today a popular destination where people from all over the country come to ask for blessings, especially in the matter of love. True to its pagan roots, folk religion in Pakistan has specialized shrines for particular needs—Aban Shah for fertility, the shrine of crows for people with speech impediments and Heer Ranjha for love.
When Damodar wrote the poem, it was meant to be a secular love epic. Around the same time that he lived, there was a wandering malamati Sufi in Lahore known by the name of Shah Hussain, a spectacular Punjabi poet. He for the first time, transformed the story of Heer Ranjha from a secular epic to a spiritual legend. He compared the love of Heer for Ranjha to that of a believer for his God, a theme that was subsequently picked up by Bulleh Shah and Waris Shah. Through his poetry, he introduced the concept of Wahadut-ul-Wajud, or monism, into the story which remains an essential part of Hindu philosophy and Islamic spirituality.
‘Mahi mahi kook di mein ape Ranjhan hoyi Ranjhan Ranjhan sab koi akho, Heer na akhon koi’
(Calling the name of my beloved I myself have become Ranjhan Call me Ranjhan only now as I am no longer Heer)
Source
In Search of Shiva: A Study of Folk Religious Practices in Pakistan 2015 by Haroon Khalid
(Chapter 10) page no. varies as I have epub.
https://www.amazon.com/Search-Shiva-Religious-Practices-Pakistan/dp/8129137437
ਮੱਝਾਂ ਗਾਵਾਂ ਦਾ ਵੱਗ (ਝੁੰਡ), مجھاں گاوان دا جھوند، cattle (a group of cows and buffaloes)
Usage - ਤੇਰੀ ਖਾਤਰ ਹੀਰੇ ਛੱਡ ਕੇ ਤਖ਼ਤ ਹਜ਼ਾਰੇ ਨੂੰ, ਪੁੱਤਰ ਚੌਧਰੀਆਂ ਦਾ ਬੇਲੀਂ ਮੰਗੂ ਚਾਰੇ
Transliteration - teri khaatar Heerey chhad ke Takht Hazaarey nu, puttar choudhary'aan da Beli'n mangoo chaarey
Translation - for you 'oh Heer' after kicking the throne of Hazara (Ranjha belonged here), Choudhary's son is grazing cattle in Bela (Heer's abode).
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVnltGoA9ig&list=LL&index=4
This is a link to Namdhari kirtan of 'Mittar Pyare nu'. Instead of singing 'haal mureedan da kehna', they sing 'haal fakira da kehna'. Does anyone know the origin of this difference. How does this difference change the translation of the Shabad? Not trying to bash Namdharis, just curious about this difference.
I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.
Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.
The nurse asked the rabbit, “what is your blood type?”
“I am probably a type O” said the rabbit.
The little trunk screeched as it scraped against the granite floor, sounding like the nails of some eldritch monstrosity being dragged across a humongous chalkboard. I mumbled a quick apology under my breath when I felt baleful looks being shot my way and continued to push the damn thing. Mom was right, I really shouldn't have stuffed all my books and clothes into this old iron box. But then again, this temporary discomfort was preferable to lugging this weight all the way back home hundreds of kilometres away, through crowded railway stations and congested buses.
The echoing shrieking ended abruptly as I ground to a halt outside my destination. I put my hands on my waist and heaved a sigh of relief at the sight of the decrepit wooden board above the rusted iron door. A thick layer of dust rested on the board which had the number 112 embossed on it.
Ah yes, Tilak 112. You know how every college has its own urban legend? A spooky story passed down from generation to generation, growing and morphing over the years and becoming a part of the institution's very heritage and identity. Well, room 112 in Tilak hostel was ours, a supposedly haunted place tucked away in a dark corner of the oldest hostel of the college, named after one of India's greatest revolutionaries. It had acquired quiet the reputation over the years, so much so that no fresher's initiation into campus culture is complete without some drunken senior regaling him with grisly, albeit mostly fictional tales of suicides and murders in Tilak 112 while sipping on cheap beer.
The rickety door swung open with a terrible groan, jolting me out of my reverie and bringing me face to face with my new roommate. Disheveled hair, twinkling eyes and a friendly smile dancing on his lips, he didn't seem all that frightening for an occupant of the infamous room.
"Hey, I'm Ranjha." He shook my hand. "You must be my new roomate. Need any help with your stuff?"
"Yes please." I replied gratefully.
We heaved the heavy box into the room, grunting and stumbling along the way, but finally managed to shove it beneath the ledge below the window on the opposite side of the door. I plopped myself on the empty bed, taking a second to catch my breath and rest my aching arms before looking around. A smile crossed my face as I saw the cold, white walls with paint peeling off them and the harsh fluorescent tubes blaring down at us from above. How beautifully ugly.
I introduced myself to Ranjha and soon we were c
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The doctor says it terminal.
Alot of great jokes get posted here! However just because you have a joke, doesn't mean it's a dad joke.
THIS IS NOT ABOUT NSFW, THIS IS ABOUT LONG JOKES, BLONDE JOKES, SEXUAL JOKES, KNOCK KNOCK JOKES, POLITICAL JOKES, ETC BEING POSTED IN A DAD JOKE SUB
Try telling these sexual jokes that get posted here, to your kid and see how your spouse likes it.. if that goes well, Try telling one of your friends kid about your sex life being like Coca cola, first it was normal, than light and now zero , and see if the parents are OK with you telling their kid the "dad joke"
I'm not even referencing the NSFW, I'm saying Dad jokes are corny, and sometimes painful, not sexual
So check out r/jokes for all types of jokes
r/unclejokes for dirty jokes
r/3amjokes for real weird and alot of OC
r/cleandadjokes If your really sick of seeing not dad jokes in r/dadjokes
Punchline !
Edit: this is not a post about NSFW , This is about jokes, knock knock jokes, blonde jokes, political jokes etc being posted in a dad joke sub
Edit 2: don't touch the thermostat
