A bit of interesting Indian History!

Happy Belan Time (VelanTime)

Do you want to know the true story of the origin of “Valentines Day”? Get the real scoop below.

Not-withstanding, what nonsense you’ve been told by the media, the truth is that the Valentine Day was originated in India, and to top it, in **Gujarat**- a state of Mahatma Gandhi who preached love, peace and non-violence.

Read further for the facts that have been hidden from the pages of history so far. Here it is:

Well, it is well known what the people in Gujarat are like, especially the Patel men folk. It is a known fact that they (*Patels*) don’t treat the opposite sex (their *Patalanis*) with respect; some of the firebrand members of the opposite sex (wives) thought they deserved better.

One fine day, one brave *Patalani *(Patel lady – her name is unfortunately lost in oblivion), had enough of *”Atyachar”( Torture)* perpetrated on her, by her husband, and then she finally chose to rebel by beating up her husband with a *Velan* (aka Belan)… Yeah, the same Velan with which she made chapattis for him everyday; only this time, instead of the dough, it was the husband who was flattened like a chapatti, albeit an oblong one. This was a momentous occasion for all the Gujarati women and a revolt soon spread, like a wild fire, with several housewives beating up their, bad as well as good, husbands with Velan; and there was an outburst of moaning chapattis all over Anand and Ahmedabad.

The *Patel* men folk learnt their lesson and behaved a bit better with their *Patalani* partners. However, there was no putting down the burgeoning feminist spirit of the times, and the beatings continued incessantly. Eventually the Patel Men-folk started improving and the frequency of the beating was reduced to once a month -usually towards the middle of the month, so that they would remain “disciplined” .

Further improvement in the Patel men-folk reduced the need to more of an annual ritual, to ensure that the *Patlanis* can demonstrate the “Credible Threat”; least the men-folk forget and get back to their olden ways. And so each year that day (Middle of February, i.e.14th) the womenfolk, if only gingerly and lovingly, as a token gesture, beat up their husbands to commemorate that eventful day, which had contributed substantially to better their lot.

The men folk also submitted to this, in good humor, since they didn’t really get beaten up other days of the year. The entire ritual soon became a caring and loving affair, with wives having the satisfaction of beating up their husbands, their husbands cringing in mock fear and pain, and the guys having the supreme joy of submitting to the whims of the women they loved.

This custom continued for many years, even when the British occupied India. As Gujarat fell more and more under the influence of Western Culture and language, some of the more fashionable and educated women, sometimes wearing leather boots and clothes (this even created a fad for leather *Velans* for a short time, but it soon passed, as they could not use them to make chapattis) on that day appeared with a *Velan* in hand, and called out to their husbands *”Velan time”* before starting off.

The British noticed this, and they were quite amused and endeared by the peculiar ritual. They also saw it for what it really was, i.e. a manifestation of love, not of hate. The ritual soon spread to Britain and many other Western countries, specifically, the catch words *”Belan time” (Velan Time)* Of course in their foreign mouths, it was bastardized to *”Velan tine”* and then to *”Velantine” .* And from that day onwards, 14th of February, since it was indeed that day that 400 years ago an irate *Gujarati Patalani* housewife nearly committed manslaughter, came to be known as Valentine’s Day. The custom of hitting with Velans died a natural death as more modern (and lethal) equipment was made available to Gujju Girls with the advent of time and technology, but 14th of Feb still stands as a symbol of undying and universal love.

* Reported By A Belan-wielding Patelani (Patel Lady)*

And we thought otherwise….*Jo to, kevu kare che….bahu loi piye che! Maar ene velan!*

*Careful with those velans!!!!!! !!!!*
Quotes:

God gives cloth, wood and fire even to a dead man, It is so sad that the living man keeps worrying…

“Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.”-Buddha

A good way to change someones attitude is to change our own, because the same sun that melts butter, also hardens clay! – Life is as we think it, so think beautifully.

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Sama hi alag thi uss raat ki jiss raat ki daastan-e-bayaan karne jaa raha tha woh
Naa tha koi naam, naa hi koi pata
bas ek shab ki hatheli par chala jaa raha tha woh.
Sooraj ki garmee ne pighladee thi aankhen uski,
Andhere ki parchaayi bane chale jaa raha tha woh.

“Thakk gaya hoo iss bheed bhaad se,
Iss duniya ki darpok chaal se,
Main aisi jagah ko jaonga, Sitaron se ghar banaonga,
Jaha Insaan Allah ki nahi ,Insaanon ki ibadat karte hai,
Jaha Ishq ko Ishq se nahi par Junoon se tulna karte hai….Junoon se tulna karte hai.”

Arre tu thehra pagal ladka, teri baat naa maanu main,
Karta hai tu Allah ki baat par apni haalat dekha hai?
Tu gir jayega, Tu darr jayega,
Tu gir jayega darr jayega, haar maans ka putla thehra,
iss dariya mein beh jayega.
Laa de de apna haath mujhe, main uss par pahuncha doonga,
Sitaron se toh pehchaan nahi ,mitti ka ghar banwa doonga.

“Chhod mujhe buzdil ki jabaan,tu mujhe kaha le jayega,
Jiss kinare khada hai tu, tu usi bhanwar mein doob jayega.
Tu kya samjhe Paagalpan ko, kabhi Aasma ko chhooa hai?
Kabhi hawaon ke kandhe par baith, iss Jannat ko dekha hai?
Iss girne ke darr ko paale, kya tune kabhi udna seekha hai?
Main girta hoo,chot lagti hai,
Main girta hoo,chot lagti hai,Iss haar maans ke badan se
Khoono ki cheekh nikalti hai.

Dard ke maare aankhein zor se, kar leta hoo main apni band,
Dikhte mujhe wahi sitare, kya isko kehte hain pagalpan?
Kya dekhta tu ,mujhe iss hairaniyat se?
Jaa khoj iss pagal ko har ek ki insaniyat mein
Main pagal nahi deewana hoo,
Shama jala kar karde raakh bhi toh kya?
Main uska parwaana hoo

Iss dard mein bhi ek sukoon hai, jo mere haathon ki lakeer hai,
Ganga ke paani par tairti meri apni hi zameen hai,
Pahadon se takrata hoo, geele patto ki tarah thehar jata hoo,
Yeh paak deewangi bujhne ka naam nahi leti,
Jalta hua hi sahi, kahin aur udd jata hoo.

Par dekhna Saki,ek din aisa bhi ayega
Jab meri mohabbat apni zabaan farmayega,
Nahi kahega shabd, aag se hogi baatein,
Apne Hothon ke kinare pighal jayengi raatein.
Aankhen onjhal par puri kaiynaat dikhegi
Yeh koi aam raat nahi, Qayamat ki raat hogi.
Badan milenge ek doosre se hazaron saal baad,
Haan yeh Duniya fir se sajda karegi..

Jaanta toh main bhi nahi in sitaron ko,par rishta hai bada hi gehra,
Lamho ke guladaste mein,yeh hai mera phool sunehra,
Sitaron se ghar na bana saka toh kya,
Iss badan se hi hazaron sitare bana doonga.
Ungleeyon ke beech rakh rakh kar,
Jannat ko hi roshan kar doonga.

Main thehra deewana, meri apni hi zameen hai…
Main thehra deewana, meri apni hi zameen hai…”

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Apni hasti bhool gaee mai teri mast adaaon main
Aik pujaaran ulajh gaee ho jaisey laakh khudaaon main

Too bhi hai insaan, khata-ain tujh sai bhi tou mumkin hain
Mujh ko bhi shamil ker lai un maasoom khataaon main

Husn or Ishq kai deryaaon main, tair kai jaana mushkil hai
Har jumbish toofaan chupey hain in gehrey deryaaon main

Mujh sai milna hai tou mil ley, dhoondh na rastey milney kai
Galyaan, koochey rastey bhi kiya hotey hain sehraa-on main?

Insaanon ki dunya main Maah ,  insaan kum kum hi miltey hain
Mai nay shehron shehron dhoondha, dhoondha gaaon gaaon main.

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A man stood at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the
violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about
45 minutes. During that time, it was calculated that a thousand people went
through the station, most of them on their way to work. (Watch the video bellow).

Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed the musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw
the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but
the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late
for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along and hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. Several other children did the same and all parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best
musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever
written with a violin worth US$3.5 million.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater
in Boston and the tickets averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was
organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about
perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a
commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians
in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are
we missing?

May the new year bring us time to enjoy simple pleasures in life.
–
Always make your absence felt in such a way that somebody misses you, but don’t let your absence be so long that somebody starts learning to live
without you.

Life is a one way journey, not a destination. Travel it with a smile and
never regret anything.

Treat the earth well…..it was not given to you by your parents, it was
loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the earth from our
ANCESTORS, we borrow it from our children.

Ability is what you’re capable of. Motivation determines what you do.
Attitude determines how well you do it.

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Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah’s Ark…

ONE: Don’t miss the boat.

TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat.

THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn’t raining when Noah built the Ark.

FOUR: Stay fit. When you’re 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.

FIVE: Don’t listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done.

SIX: Build your future on high ground.

SEVEN: For safety’s sake, travel in pairs.

EIGHT: Speed isn’t always an advantage. The snails were on board with the
cheetahs.

NINE: When you’re stressed, float awhile.

TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.

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1) Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?
2) Why women can’t put on mascara with their mouth closed?
3) Why toasters always have a setting so high that could burn the toast to a horrible crisp which no decent human being would eat?
4) Why there’s a light in the fridge and not in the freezer?
5) Why you don’t ever see the headline: “Psychic Wins Lottery”?
6) Why “abbreviated” is such a long word?
7) Why Doctors call what they do “practice”?
Why you have to click on “Start” to stop ‘Windows’?
9) Why lemon juice is made with artificial flavor, while dishwashing liquid is made with real lemons?
10) Why there isn’t mouse flavoured cat food?
11) Who tastes dog food when it has a “new & improved” flavor?
12) Why they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?
13) Why sheep don’t shrink when it rains?
14) Why they are called apartments when they are all stuck together?
15) If con is the opposite of pro, is congress the opposite of progress?
16) Why they call the airport “a terminal” if flying is supposedly so safe?
17) Why the professor on Gilligan’s Island can make a radio out of coconut, but can’t he fix a hole in a boat?
18) If people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?
19) What do you call male ballerinas?
20) If blind people can see their dreams? Do they dream??
21) That if Wile E. Coyote from the Road Runner had enough money to buy all that ACME crap, why didn’t he just buy dinner?
22) If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?
23) If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, then what is baby oil made from?
24) If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons?
25) Why the “Alphabet Song” and “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” have the same tune?
26) Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup?
27) Why it is when you blow in a dog’s face, he gets mad at you, but when you take him on a car ride, he sticks his head out the window?
28) How come we put a man on the moon before realising it would be a good idea to put wheels on suitcases?
29) Why brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells are forever?
30) How come “phonetically” is spelt with a “ph”?
31) Why a round pizza gets delivered in a square box?
32) Why people pay to go up in tall buildings, and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?
33) Why people say they “slept like a baby”, when babies normally wake up every two hours?
34) Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are flat?
35) What would the speed of lightning be if it didn’t zigzag?
36) Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but has to check when you say the paint is wet?
37) Why doesn’t glue stick to the bottle?
38) Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?
39) Why does Superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?
40) How come we choose from just two people to run for president and 50 for Miss America?
41) What hair color do they put on the driver’s licenses of bald men?
42) Why don’t women put pictures of missing husbands on beer cans?
43) If someone with a split personality threatens to commit suicide, is it a hostage situation?

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At 10th Grade:-
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called ‘best friend’.  I   stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said ‘thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

At 11th grade:-
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn’t want to be alone, So I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go home. She looked at me, said ‘thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek..I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

When in Senior year:-
One fine day she walked to my locker. ‘My date is sick’ she said, ‘hes not gonna go’. Well, I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as ‘best friends’. So we did. That night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. Then she said- ‘I had the best time, thanks!’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

At Graduation:-
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine-but she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said- ‘you’re my best friend, thanks’ and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends,
I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

On the Marriage:-
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now, and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said ‘you came !’. She said ‘thanks’ and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.

When Death:-
Years passed. I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my ‘best friend’. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: ‘I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me ! ………’I wish I did too…’

I thought to my self, and I cried.

HOPE ALL THE LOVERS WILL LEARN A LESSON FROM THIS STORY!

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Sukhe panton se pyaar kar lenge

Hum tujhpe aitbaar kar lenge

Bas itna kaho ke hum tumhare hai

Zindagi bhar intezaar kar lenge

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