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YOU CAN NEVER DEI !!!!!!!!!!


Mr Kushwant Singh ,the dirty old man, as he was popularly and lovingly called, breathed his last yesterday…….but he will live in our memories and hearts forever.

Mr Kushwant Singh is one of the most popular name in English journalism and in fact one of the fore runners of English magazines in India and in taking Indian English journalism abroad. He has edited several English magazines, Illustrated Weekly being most popular and prominent and has authored innumerable books.

Kushwant Singh, a well acclaimed columnist was far ahead of his time and the first to talk and write about sex openly and the one to give birth to the so called adult non veg jokes which made him the first choice for any Page 3 function, debate, conference, workshop or chat show. In spite of being a sikh, he created Santa and Banta and immortalized Indian humour.

Kushwant was a man of taste who lived life King size, with no vices untouched or unexperimented. A bold writer and an upright journalist he was a man of courage and conviction, who returned his Padamshree as a protest against governments attack on the Golden Temple.

He lived 99 years, each year being a hundred years……and his writings will keep him alive amongst us forever. May his soul rest in peace and may he spread love, happiness and humour wherever he is now.


Very nice article by Khushwant Singh. RIP…
How To Live & Die
–  Khushwant Singh (96),

I’ve often thought about what it is that makes people happy—what one has to do in order to achieve happiness.
First and foremost is good health. If you do not enjoy good health, you can never be happy. Any ailment, however trivial, will deduct something from your happiness
Second, a healthy bank balance. It need not run into crores, but it should be enough to provide for comforts, and there should be something to spare for recreation—eating out, going to the movies, travel and holidays in the hills or by the sea. Shortage of money can be demoralising. Living on credit or borrowing is demeaning and lowers one in one’s own eyes.
Third, your own home. Rented places can never give you the comfort or security of a home that is yours for keeps. If it has garden space, all the better. Plant your own trees and flowers, see them grow and blossom, and cultivate a sense of kinship with them.
Fourth, an understanding companion, be it your spouse or a friend. If you have too many misunderstandings, it robs you of your peace of mind. It is better to be divorced than to be quarrelling all the time.
Fifth, stop envying those who have done better than you in life—risen higher, made more money, or earned more fame. Envy can be corroding; avoid comparing yourself with others.
Sixth, do not allow people to descend on you for gup-shup. By the time you get rid of them, you will feel exhausted and poisoned by their gossip-mongering.
Seventh, cultivate a hobby or two that will fulfill you—gardening, reading, writing, painting, playing or listening to music. Going to clubs or parties to get free drinks, or to meet celebrities, is a criminal waste of time. It’s important to concentrate on something that keeps you occupied meaningfully.
Eighth, every morning and evening devote 15 minutes to introspection. In the mornings, 10 minutes should be spent in keeping the mind absolutely still, and five listing the things you have to do that day. In the evenings, five minutes should be set aside to keep the mind still and 10 to go over the tasks you had intended to do.
Ninth, don’t lose your temper. Try not to be short-tempered, or vengeful. Even when a friend has been rude, just move on.
Above all, when the time comes to go, one should go like a man without any regret or grievance against anyone.  Iqbal said it beautifully in a couplet in Persian: “You ask me about the signs of a man of faith? When death comes to him, he has a smile on his lips.”
I don’t fear death. What I dread is the day I go blind or am incapacitated because of old age—that’s what I fear—I’d rather die than live in that condition. I’m a burden enough on my daughter Mala and don’t want to be an extra burden on her.
All that I hope for is that when death comes to me, it comes swiftly, without much pain, like fading away in sound slumber. Till then I’ll keep working and living each day as it comes.

– Khushwant Singh (96) in 2011

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