Let me try and paint you a picture. The only people I can really trust are my boys. We all grew up together, we've all seen the same shit, and we're all down for one another. We got each other's backs through thick and thin. We'll roll up on whoever disrespects us, and the whole one for all and all for one thing isn't just something we say, its something we breathe, and bleed. Whoever thinks that they're bigger then us, tighter then us or whatever is just another arrogant fuck who needs to be shown his place. If they think they got number's then we'll show them who got's balls. If they think they got balls, then we'll see how large. Man, they don't even know who we really are. They don't know my cousins they don't know that we down with those next crews those next legends. Those guys from that next school they're all pussies, they don't got nobody. They all talk, and they all snitches. That next mans crew from down there, those guys are just clowns and if it ever came down to it, they ain't down for shit. Gats, bats, golf clubs whatever it takes you gotta protect yourself and your boys. You gotta take it to them before they bring it to you, you can't let them think you're soft, not even for a minute. I've seen and heard it all. I've seen things with my eyes that I can't even begin to explain to anyone else, not my parents, teachers not the preachers none of them will ever be able to understand a thing about the life that I'm living. Yea, I session still and ya I'm flexing that next chic. Man that dude thinks hes hard because he dealing that girl, man I could flex her in a minute, she ain't shit. Bun it yo, everyone's fucked.
The above is the ghetto fantasy that we're living in. The reality of the matter is, is that our neighborhoods are mostly all middle class. That the people at the other schools really don't care that much for us, and that we really aren't near as big or as bad as we like to believe. None the less most our high school lives we play the above roles adopt the above mind set, and we become characters to our own delusions, which are fed by our friends and older siblings every day. Stories of the older generations pass down year by year at every high school, narrating tales that rival those of Tony Montana, leading us deeper and deeper into being characters that are filled with more hate and disrespect then the last. While every generation had its own war stories, its fights, its crews, and everything else in between end of the day none of it really counts for much or matters for anything, a small minuscule piece of who we are; a time in our lives that we can usually accredit to being nothing more then adolescent stupidity. Yet with every passing year, that character we all once played becomes darker and filled with more disrespect and hate, the chances of new youth leaving it behind and being able to reflect on it and lay claim to their own acts of adolescent stupidity grows less and less. That's because somewhere down that line the character consumes them, it becomes who they want to be and they can no longer tell between what's real and whats fake. That fantasy is all they come to know and all they care to know, and that's what needs to change.
See as fun as that whole fantasy is, as glamorous as that life may seem at that time, that life is one that has no future. There are no winners only losers. A fantasy that leaves many with addictions and habits that they spend there entire lives trying to fix. Demons that become so real that fear is all they come to know. A paranoia that they just can't look past. And as redundant as it may seem we need to stop praising and glorifying it. The sessions, the bar fights, the jams the whatever the only way we can ever kill the fantasy is by killing the false sense of glory that we associate with it. This game of tag that we play where instead of tagging one another we beat each other into coma's and into hospital beds needs to not get the praise that we all tend to give it, because sooner or later we all get a chance to be "it", and in trying to deal with the pressure we cross the lines, each time trying to outdo one another that sooner or later we reach the point of no return.
Now many people may disagree with me. Saying and feeling that their own reality is different. That they're more then just characters. That maybe I was a character, or lived the way I described but I don't know the half of it. Then please prove me wrong. If we do want to live a thug life and the whole gangster life and all of that, then just stop being cowards. Lets all get together, every crew, every school whatever and lets have a revolution. Let's go to where there's a fight and help out. Darfur, Rawanda, Burma heck even India. You don't even need to leave the country, start the revolution right here. Socail causes are a dime a dozen pick one support it, create change. But lets face it we don't want to do that, we just want to be characters. We just want to be be cartoons, but if we really wanted to do something, if we were all that tough then lets start a revolution, lets get out of here, lets do something. If we're going to get shot at, beat up, or fight then at least let it mean something. Let it have some meaning. Let it stand for something. Thats all I'm trying to say.
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Young adults in the east indian community are coming together this weekend, to put together an assembly directed towards the local youth to raise awareness on the issue of surrounding violence. Through discussion we are hoping to create a safer, and stronger community, and also hoping to open the eyes of youth.
Please bring all siblings, cousins, friends, and help us make our community a safer place to live.
Dixie Gurdwara, Hall #3, 6:00 PM
Those who make peaceful revolution inevitable will make violent revolution impossible.
- John F. Kennedy
It’s amazing how messed up people can make their lives by accepting this wannabe fantasy as their life. I know young Sikhs who got so into drugs and violence and they think it’s ‘thug life,’ but I’m thinking ‘I know your parents and your family and your upbringing.’ So it was tough being a Sikh, becoming a gangster doesn’t prove anything to anybody.
The vast majority of people I went to school with never amounted to anything. Many overdosed, many went to jail, many died in other ways, many of the girls got pregnant and are raising more ignorance, and many are still living on borrowed time until they get caught. Succeeding in the face of all of that is much more powerful than going around acting like a criminal. I think about the people who made fun of me growing up and all the people that fought with me and threatened me and tried everything to bring me down, and now I just have compassion for their unfortunate state that they call life (if they’re still alive).
You make a very good point about acting for good. If people really have all these crews and people who’ve got their back and are down for whatever, they should be down for some positive change and positive action. I’ve never seen extreme poverty or dire straights in Canada, I see it in my neighbors and I’ve seen it in India and I see it on tv in Africa. Most of these people would choose not to act like criminals if they felt they had a choice. We all have a choice lets go with what’s positive.
It’s amazing how much the situation can control our character.
In high school, there were two groups of people: the gangsters and cool girls, or the nerds and uptight girls. It seemed like everyday was a struggle to balance the “cool” with the “right”. When your in high school, it seems like its the most important time of your life. You have to fit in. You have to be popular. You have to be down. Only once you escape (what I consider) the most dangerous period of your life, do you realize how miniscule everything really was. The majority of the people you risked everything for in brawls become once a month aquaintences. Now I’m not saying you can’t create meaningful relationships in high school, but 90% of the people you call your boys, just become another name on your MSN list which you struggle to message, knowing you have nothing to really talk about.
There is this thing called the Fundamental Attribution Error, where people tend to blame their wrong doings on the situation, while blaming others faults on their character. “He started it man, he called me out, I had no choice but to beat his ass.” It was the situations fault. Wrong. We all have choices, and high school kids just need to have the right role models to help them make the right ones.
Sikhi can save your life. Guru Sahib is infinitely merciful. There is always time to change.
did everyone know that the person charged for murder of atinder was an amritdhari ?? this was one thing i was truly afraid of
how was he amritdhar iwhen he was iced out?
he wasnt amrittari..wat amrittari friggin cuts his hair..if u sen the pic he friggin cuts his dhari…n he does drugs…he aint an amrittari..he jus did kirtan n stuff..dunt make him amrittari
my bad, one of my mates (whos his relative) had told me this so i took it as truth. maybe he took amrit but he broke it?
i think wah ever Shinda singh wrote is true 100%. ive been through this sutff, i know now( finally ) from wahs rong and right, i hav help from many people, either it be girls or guys, if u think about it, were really all going to die on our own and no one gonna go qith us, so it aint bout bois, or how much people you gaw supporting ur ass or nothin, its all good if you gaw “backup” or w.e, its good to stay on the good side BUT if we are going to fight ( lik Shinda Singh said) fight for somthing that is going to benefit, not only you yourself, but everyone as a whole, as one we should unite and start in our own communities tryin to prevent violence in our neighbouring frends and family, one more thing, this is wordly entanglments,
life is a lie, death is the truth, life is an entaglment, death is reality
die for somthin hounrable not over stupidness
fateh
sure sure everyones got vaild points and shinda’s 100% on the ball and what not. Is it just me or did Shinda just pull another Shinda lol, Point of No REturn….was someone listening to Immortal Technique at some point and remembered that song….and REvolution oh boy was shinda ever a 2 Pac fan….Hey if we kids really need help then just listen to PAC and all them real THUGZ..,
“Your such a poser, your trying to get in the hood, when real Thugz trying to get out”
– some gangster lol
maybe this aint relevant but some1 sent it to me
Ludacris Runaway Love
[Mary J Blige]
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
[Ludacris]
Now little Lisa’s only 9 years old
She’s tryna figure out why the world is so cold
While she’s all alone and ain’t never met her family
Mama’s always gone and she never met her daddy
Part of her is missing and nobody will listen
Mama’s on drugs gettin’ high up in the kitchen
Bringin’ home men at different hours of the night
Startin’ with some laughs… usually ending in a fight
Sneakin’ in her room when her mama’s knocked out
Tryna have his way and little Lisa says ‘ouch’
She tries to resist but then all he does is beat her
Tries to tell her mom but her mama don’t believe her
Lisa’s stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin’ else to do but get some clothes and pack
She says she’s bout to run away and never come back
[Mary J Blige]
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
[Ludacris]
Little Nicole is only 10 years old
She’s steady tryna figure out why the world is so cold
Why she’s not pretty and nobody seems to like her
Alcoholic step-dad always wanna strike her
Yells and abuses leaves her with some bruises
Teachers ask questions she’s makin’ up excuses
Bleeding on the inside crying on the out
It’s only one girl who really knows what she’s about
Her name is little Stacey and they become friends
Promise that they’ll always be tight till the end
Until one day little Stacey gets shot
A drive-by bullet went stray up on da block
Now Nicole’s stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin’ else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she’s bout to run away and never come back
[Mary J Blige]
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
[Ludacris]
Little Ericka is 11 years old
She’s steady tryna figure out why the world is so cold
So she pops X to get rid of all the pain
Plus she’s having sex with a boy who’s sixteen
Emotions run deep and she thinks she’s in love
So there’s no protection he’s using no glove
Never thinkin’ bout the conceqences of her actions
Livin’ for today and not tomorrow’s satisfaction
The days go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out he ain’t ready for a kid
Knowin’ her mama would blow it all out of proportion
Plus she lives poor so no money for abortion
Ericka’s stuck up in the world on her own
Forced to think that Hell is a place called home
Nothin’ else to do but get her clothes and pack
She says she’s bout to run away and never come back
[Mary J Blige]
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Running(x3)
Runaway Love, Runaway love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Runaway Love, Runaway Love
Don’t you keep on runnin away
Don’t you keep on runnin away
i know how you feel
ive been there
i was runnin away too
I’ll will run away with you
I’ll will run away with you
Runnin runnin runnin away love
run away run away love
dont keep runin away
i’ll run away with you
if you want me too
La Ahhahhhaha
[Ludacris]
Yeah, I can only imagine what you’re going through, ladies
Sometimes I feel like running away myself
So do me a favor right now and close your eyes
And picture us running away together and
When we come back everything is gonna be OK
(whisper) Open your eyes.
Kulveer Grewal wasn’t really much of a gangster or nothing.. from the years tht i knew him ..he was a joker.. not always funny but u could laugh at him..he knew alot about sikhi.. knew keertan in raags… knew how to read gurmukhi but his sangat wasn’t great.. and the exact fantasy shinda describes is what he was living.. it got worse when he came to university.. then the murder incident really shook him..from what he says now.. one of the older singhs here went to see him in jail because he requested a sundar gutka..as the singh describes..he was very remorseful and his repeated statement was “theres god everyhwere and in everyone”… he kept repeating that over and over…
that song sucks
y da hell did da guy put dat song up..it realy has nun to do wit dis