Category Archives: LIFE EVENTS

Never Forgotten

We remember the shock.

We remember the pain.

We remember it all- the towers, the planes.

We remember our anger, our need to lash out.

We all wanted justice, without any doubt.

We remember the hope that more would be found, buried in the wreckage where those buildings came down.

We remember the people referred to as heroes, all the ones who saved lives or died at ground zero.

We will never forget.

We will always remember, when America changed that day in September GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN

Shared from Facebook  September 11 2011

Life has moved on since that dreadful day,

When planes demolished two towers, the world turned grey.

Silence bought the world into shock,

Hands stood still and stopped the clock.

People watched the television and listened to the radio,




When the world was in limbo.

Years on the memories are still just as raw,

Life goes on and people restore.

2996 hero’s hearts stopped and were still,

For each one a candle burns tranquil.

May families find peace, Burn bright and true,

Your are not alone, we are with you.

Satty Mann











Lonely! Alone!! On My Own!!!

The other day my son said I had no life and I needed someone to love me, Boy was he right.

I have been single since I left my son’s father when I was 3 months pregnant. A choice I made to protect myself and my son. At the time he was making my life unbearable. I had then and are still now good friends who helped me get through that period in my life, but nearly 15 years on I am single and the one month guy I went out with when my son was 5 does not count as a relationship.

My son has been happy for me to meet someone for 4/5 years now however I do not think I will ever be ready to trust anyone. Not just because of my past but because I do not have anything to offer. I don’t think I can love anyone or them love me.

I have been on my own for so long now I don’t think I really understood the depth of my uncontrollable desire to be un loved. To prove to myself everyday that I am un loveable. It is safer this way to protect not just myself from the haunting status of being in a relationship but to undeniably beat my happiness down into void of bleakness and loneliness.

I have set my standards so high that there is not a man that can match them, that way I cant be hurt. I do not want much but what I want I can not have. Not everyone in life is meant to be in a relationship, in love, in partnership or not alone.

All I want is :

A Man’s Man to protect me.

A Gentle Man to caress me.

A Strong Man to batter my demons.

A Brave Man to stand up for me.

A Tall Man to shower me.

A Tender Man to hold me.

A Confident Man to witness my tears.

A  Distinguished Man to carry my fears.

A Powerful Man to take my pain.

A Funny Man to stop me from being me.

Its not a long list its just a unreachable list.

Lonely is what I am

Alone is who I am

On my Own is where I am.


Wonderful White Celebrations


My world cracked the day my mother died. Amrit is my eldest sister and Simrit  my middle sister, both knew she did not have long, but because of my mental  illnesses they thought it was best not to tell me. Was it the right decision for them  to take away my time with her, I will never know now, it is too late.

I got the call and the rest is blurred. I can not remember who took me to  Slough, all I remember is rushing to see her before the undertakers took her.  I made it just in time.   Next day again is a blur. I remember people coming to console us. if that is what  you can call it. In our culture when someone dies it is up to the family to feed  the guests. This I struggled with a lot. For me I was grieving and all I wanted to  do was cry and be left alone. That was not going to happen any day soon.

I decided to do two things to help me cope with this situation. One was to  make a memory album with pictures from everyone and the second was a condolence book. It kept me busy and the most important thing was it kept  my mouth shut, as I have a tendency to argue and disagree with my family.  This time I had to keep my mouth closed. This whole process had to be utterly  and totally perfect. I did not know any of the traditions that go with an Indian  funeral and because my mum was a great grandmother the ceremony had to be a  grand affair.

I did my very best to do as I was told, be a good girl but I have to say I was  bursting to tell everyone to go do one and leave us to grieve as a family.  I am the youngest in the family and was not use to being included in main  decisions, this was a time I had to force myself to be included in what was  happening.  

Simrit the middle sister moved in with my parents when my mum had her stroke.  She cared for her and did everything. There was no way I could of done it, I  struggled every time I went over to see my mum lying in her hospital  bed in her bedroom. So many thoughts went through my mind every time.

Before the funeral the women of the family have to go and wash the body and  OMGOSH that was jaw droppingly hard. I was so stiff excuse the pun. My anxiety  was at def con 5 and I was ready to exploded. I had to keep so much held in. So  I did the only thing that I could. Pray that I could be strong like my sisters. I remember getting into my brother’s car and he offered me a strawberry chewing  gum and since then it is the only chewing gum I have. 

The day finally came to say our final goodbye. Nothing prepares you for that final  stage. I do not think anyone slept, I remember most of us were up until the early  hours writing our speeches. I helped my nieces Reah and Alisha to mould their  thoughts onto paper. Finally I felt useful.

At 8.00am the Naam Simran began which is a prayer. They bought my mum  home for everyone to pay their final respects, this is called Antim Dharshan.  People lay food and flowers all around my mother for her last journey.  She looked so peaceful but cold, having all the colourful petal around her made  her skin fill with colour. My mum never smiled when she was alive, but at that  very moment she could not of looked any more happier. Time was ticking and as usual we were running late, I swear it is a Indian trait. The men took hold of her white coffin and walked out into the sunshine, gently placed her in the most stunning white carriage with two regal white horses. I went  over to the horses and had a little word in their ears.


These magnificent creatures listened to my whisper and trotted gently to the Gudwara. They we ate and paid our respects. The whole feel of the funeral compared to my brothers was polar opposite. My brother had so much to live for whilst my mother had lived and seen the world change and her family grow. Where did the time go all of a sudden we were at Slough crematorium. I was standing at the side with my sister and nieces. There were so many people and funny thing is most of them did not know my mum had three daughters. I stood at the pulpit with my remembrance speech knowing these people did not have a  clue who I was. I did not care and nor did it matter to me. I said my peace. Before I knew it all my family had gone behind the big red curtains, I sat forged to the bench, crumbling, crying and inconsolable.

She was GONE.

Some people came up to me, I have no idea what they were saying I just wanted  out. We all cramped into cars and headed back to the Gudwara for the Bhog  ceremony. Everyone was to eat. We placed the condolences book and the  photograph album at the edge of a table for everyone to see and write.

There was no time.

No time to grieve.

No time to reflect.

No time to mourn.

Before I knew it we were back home. Everyone was here. The family together which was a rare occasion. There was laughter and smiles and a quiet  completeness. It was such a weird feeling being in her home. The house was  alive but mum was not there. If she was I know she would of been so proud of her family.


I am a volunteer community editor for Dee Park News. I have had this post since the conception the newspaper. I thoroughly enjoy this part of my life. I have a 13 year old son and he is now hitting the Kevin syndrome which is one of Harry Enfield’s characters from Kevin and Perry.

One of my passions is helping the homeless in Reading. In December I started a  Facebook page called Piaroo’s Wish Helping the Homeless in Reading. It is a huge success with a great following of supporters and donors.

I also have a blog where I write about this issue as well as A Mother’s Thoughts, BP/BPD/MENTAL HEALTH, Minor Niggles and a few other topics. You can read my blogs at