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		<title>By: COLLS</title>
		<link>https://amolak.in/web/remembering-pitaji/#comment-140984</link>
		<dc:creator>COLLS</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Aug 2018 18:16:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[MG Surjit

Aap mein himmat hai
Mount Everest koe 
a grain of sand sey 
compare kiya 

yes prime of life
has become sublime 
now there is not 
left much of time 

To understand your 
UN bayanobal
new creation 
it made a whirl wind 
in my mind 
it took a dementic 
now some time to chime 

BHAI, Surjit has a fathomless mind 
not another has been 
yet paida 
Na hoga 
of his kind
Remember thee all mankind 
he speaks well of all even 
Colls
05 AUGUST 2018 
Canada]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>MG Surjit</p>
<p>Aap mein himmat hai<br />
Mount Everest koe<br />
a grain of sand sey<br />
compare kiya </p>
<p>yes prime of life<br />
has become sublime<br />
now there is not<br />
left much of time </p>
<p>To understand your<br />
UN bayanobal<br />
new creation<br />
it made a whirl wind<br />
in my mind<br />
it took a dementic<br />
now some time to chime </p>
<p>BHAI, Surjit has a fathomless mind<br />
not another has been<br />
yet paida<br />
Na hoga<br />
of his kind<br />
Remember thee all mankind<br />
he speaks well of all even<br />
Colls<br />
05 AUGUST 2018<br />
Canada</p>
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		<title>By: Ladi</title>
		<link>https://amolak.in/web/remembering-pitaji/#comment-39045</link>
		<dc:creator>Ladi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2014 10:42:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Cannot forget my childhood when we shifted in Pita ji home in 1984 on rent in that single small room.  I see those years as golden years of my life.  I used to massage his legs with my little hands and sometimes used to stand on his legs with the help of special lathis.  checking letter box for him, asking him about letters, every evening first going to walk with mata ji and then with pita ji.  My parents complained me I must get sometime to walk with us because my father did not like walking alone.  cannot remember the day when he started teaching me punjabi.  OBVIOUSLY cannot forget his slap that tight one I got in my life.  Pitaji and Mataji were and will ever remain integral part of our life.  pineapple in milk that he used to give us with some sugar and ice cream of his kelvinator fridge really the sugar of whole earth in that.  His calling and concern if a single day I missed meeting him.  We kids used to gather at 8 for chitrahaar and sometimes if parents allowed and of course pita ji at 9&#039;s serial and Sunday&#039;s Ramayan.  Enjoying in his ambassador sometimes to the gurudwara sahib.  lots and lots of memories of my childhood that each and single one revolves around and relate to 250R and pitaji mataji.  anyway could not come back after leaving in 1991. but era of 1984 to 1991 were the best moments of my childhood.  Last time I saw him in 1999 in Khalsa college was the last.  still just 5 minutes back I was showing my kids 250R as my sweet little home of childhood on google maps.  anyway memories always live in my heart and will always though.  May their soul live in heaven and bless us always as their little ladi and sukha.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Cannot forget my childhood when we shifted in Pita ji home in 1984 on rent in that single small room.  I see those years as golden years of my life.  I used to massage his legs with my little hands and sometimes used to stand on his legs with the help of special lathis.  checking letter box for him, asking him about letters, every evening first going to walk with mata ji and then with pita ji.  My parents complained me I must get sometime to walk with us because my father did not like walking alone.  cannot remember the day when he started teaching me punjabi.  OBVIOUSLY cannot forget his slap that tight one I got in my life.  Pitaji and Mataji were and will ever remain integral part of our life.  pineapple in milk that he used to give us with some sugar and ice cream of his kelvinator fridge really the sugar of whole earth in that.  His calling and concern if a single day I missed meeting him.  We kids used to gather at 8 for chitrahaar and sometimes if parents allowed and of course pita ji at 9&#8242;s serial and Sunday&#8217;s Ramayan.  Enjoying in his ambassador sometimes to the gurudwara sahib.  lots and lots of memories of my childhood that each and single one revolves around and relate to 250R and pitaji mataji.  anyway could not come back after leaving in 1991. but era of 1984 to 1991 were the best moments of my childhood.  Last time I saw him in 1999 in Khalsa college was the last.  still just 5 minutes back I was showing my kids 250R as my sweet little home of childhood on google maps.  anyway memories always live in my heart and will always though.  May their soul live in heaven and bless us always as their little ladi and sukha.</p>
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		<title>By: Micky Bhambri</title>
		<link>https://amolak.in/web/remembering-pitaji/#comment-7183</link>
		<dc:creator>Micky Bhambri</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 May 2013 08:17:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Uncle,
Thanks for sharing. The pictures are historic.
Micky]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Uncle,<br />
Thanks for sharing. The pictures are historic.<br />
Micky</p>
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		<title>By: ';colls''</title>
		<link>https://amolak.in/web/remembering-pitaji/#comment-6909</link>
		<dc:creator>';colls''</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 17:51:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[you didn&#039;t read mine yet]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>you didn&#8217;t read mine yet</p>
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		<title>By: Bhavneet &#38; savneet ( Neets)</title>
		<link>https://amolak.in/web/remembering-pitaji/#comment-6851</link>
		<dc:creator>Bhavneet &#38; savneet ( Neets)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 13:53:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Great tribute 
An  inspiration 
Thanks for sharing , GOD bless you]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great tribute<br />
An  inspiration<br />
Thanks for sharing , GOD bless you</p>
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		<title>By: surjit singh</title>
		<link>https://amolak.in/web/remembering-pitaji/#comment-6813</link>
		<dc:creator>surjit singh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2013 15:36:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Dear Jasbir,
It must have been nostalgic...but I think it would have also caused pain. I am shocked to learn about the demise of your Pitaji. And what a way to go!
Surjit]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Jasbir,<br />
It must have been nostalgic&#8230;but I think it would have also caused pain. I am shocked to learn about the demise of your Pitaji. And what a way to go!<br />
Surjit</p>
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		<title>By: Jasbir Cheema</title>
		<link>https://amolak.in/web/remembering-pitaji/#comment-6764</link>
		<dc:creator>Jasbir Cheema</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2013 08:32:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[From  LCdr Jasbir Singh Cheema.
            I called my father Pitaji too.  He was commissioned in 1941 and served in N.Africa, Sicily and Italy and came back.  He was in the Supply corp.  He went again as a LCol to Iraq and Iran.   After the war and shifting from Pak to India, he was incharge of the refugee camp in Jullunder Cantt.  He was posted in Ambala Cantt, where we had a H U G E  house and then to New Delhi Cantt as JAG.  We stayed in 66 Lodhi Road.  .............   ?????????

       Thanks for reminding me of my short stay with my Pitaji.   In 1950, he was poisoned by his friend whom he saved in the Court Martial,  and died before he could take up his new appointment in Bombay.

     The house and your father&#039;s picture are very close to my memory of what I have of my Pitaji.  Thanks for the MEMORIES.

        J.S.Cheema]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>From  LCdr Jasbir Singh Cheema.<br />
            I called my father Pitaji too.  He was commissioned in 1941 and served in N.Africa, Sicily and Italy and came back.  He was in the Supply corp.  He went again as a LCol to Iraq and Iran.   After the war and shifting from Pak to India, he was incharge of the refugee camp in Jullunder Cantt.  He was posted in Ambala Cantt, where we had a H U G E  house and then to New Delhi Cantt as JAG.  We stayed in 66 Lodhi Road.  &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.   ?????????</p>
<p>       Thanks for reminding me of my short stay with my Pitaji.   In 1950, he was poisoned by his friend whom he saved in the Court Martial,  and died before he could take up his new appointment in Bombay.</p>
<p>     The house and your father&#8217;s picture are very close to my memory of what I have of my Pitaji.  Thanks for the MEMORIES.</p>
<p>        J.S.Cheema</p>
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		<title>By: Col Manmohan Singh Jassal</title>
		<link>https://amolak.in/web/remembering-pitaji/#comment-6666</link>
		<dc:creator>Col Manmohan Singh Jassal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 13:12:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lovely memories
 jassal


-- 
COL M S JASSAL
Dean Administration
Chitkara University (Pb)]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lovely memories<br />
 jassal</p>
<p>&#8211;<br />
COL M S JASSAL<br />
Dean Administration<br />
Chitkara University (Pb)</p>
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		<title>By: Anil Bhalla</title>
		<link>https://amolak.in/web/remembering-pitaji/#comment-6654</link>
		<dc:creator>Anil Bhalla</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2013 07:44:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Most interesting and enlightening. Well done Surjit. Thanks for sharing
Bobby]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Most interesting and enlightening. Well done Surjit. Thanks for sharing<br />
Bobby</p>
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		<title>By: surjit singh</title>
		<link>https://amolak.in/web/remembering-pitaji/#comment-6638</link>
		<dc:creator>surjit singh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 09 May 2013 15:13:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Moru,

Thanks. Parents are parents, whether it be mine or yours. I have no doubt that you are just as fond of your parents as I am of mine.
 
I may also add that the real worth of the parents is felt after they are gone!

Love,
 
Surjit]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Moru,</p>
<p>Thanks. Parents are parents, whether it be mine or yours. I have no doubt that you are just as fond of your parents as I am of mine.</p>
<p>I may also add that the real worth of the parents is felt after they are gone!</p>
<p>Love,</p>
<p>Surjit</p>
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