“Meri Ma Boli” is the children’s song of “Himmat Khurmi”, the father’s dream of a village in the dunes. Punjab News IG News

My father, Mr. Gurbachan Singh Khurmi ji, had a fondness for songwriting since his school days. When he used to tell the story of his childhood to becoming a tribal leader, our hearts clenched into fists. Three brothers and one sister. Death of the father in childhood. Management work of a dairy parallel to studies. Milk cans loaded onto bikes on Himmatpure village drain bridge, hard sand road, jackals howling…… It seems like we were suffering with Dad too at this time. Our father is the eldest of three brothers. Give equal importance to each relationship. After the death of the father, the mother and the grandmother (that is to say our grandmother and our great-grandmother) remained at home. To cover household expenses by sewing her mother’s clothes. When dad flew away, mom died. Then the grandmother also disappeared. After the sister’s wedding, only the three brothers stayed at home. His marriage took place as a groom getting married. He got a job at Punjab Roadways after completing his tenth standard education at Tangi Turshi. Our uncle Charat Singh (Bhola), who is younger than him, also became a conductor. The urge to “lower” two salaries at home could not last long. Chacha Bhola Awade disappeared a few months after the wedding and did not return home till date. Chachi returned home. Dad searched the house for his uncle. The uncle’s in-laws lived in Calcutta. “Missing” posters were carried by hand on buses and trains to Kolkata. Borrowed. The separation from the naive uncle was like a scary feeling until the last breath. When the rudimentary house collapsed due to rain, he bought 30 marles of land in the village. Talking about the three parts, dad often said like an ulcer that “Even if Bhola comes today, ten will die for me and Kamaljit, ten for Bhola.”

The house started to settle down but before that, Handhay Santap stifled Gurbachan Singh Khurmi’s ambition to become a lyricist under the name “Himpatpuriya Khurmi”. Dad was still studying in ninth grade when the village became Narinder Bibaji’s arena. Tubi’s thread broke, shouted from the stage that “if anyone has a tubi or a thread, please join it immediately.”

According to dad, he ran home and handed Tubbi over. At the end of the arena, while holding the tubi, Bibaji asked, “You are still very young, how did you hold the tubi?

“I love to write songs, and as a hobby, you also play music,” Grandma said.

They wrote down the address to send the song on their way. Wanting to hear “Himmatpuriya Khurmi” sung, Dad sent me some songs. It was a matter of those days when for the people of Himmatpure living in the middle of the dunes, Ludhiana was just south of Delhi. A letter came from Narendra Biba ji’s office saying that the songs are going to be recorded or are in the process of being recorded, give a written agreement. It was a turning point that could have reversed the course of life, but nature took such a turn that the mother (our grandmother) died. Song Sangeet everyone was shaken by eating bread.

Now the house has been built on the firni of the village and “Himtapuria Khurmi” has become Gurbachan, so now the conductor Gurbachan Singh Khurmi has become permanent. Now he has returned to the world of songs. The personalities of buses, travel, drivers, inspectors, dhabas, hoteliers began to be covered with songs. I was in fourth grade in public primary school when my father ordered me to take a bus with a certain driver and conductor to Badhini. Dad had already said this to the driver in front of Nanaksar Gurdwara, the owner of the electronics store. Back to Jarnail Singh. That day I wrote a children’s song written by dad “Mommy ji meri karo pratya, lakshan skulle jana ai”. Fatti kaida kalam davatan, basta nale jejana a” was to be sung in the court of poets. In high school on Lopo Road, I stood in front of the microphone apart from the lecture lectern and my father stood behind me.

Such a moment came back when in 2015 I had the opportunity to visit the Court of Poets at the Bikas Institute in Bradford. Now I was a father and five-year-old Himmat, instead of standing at the side of the podium, stood on a chair and leaned into the microphone. Himmat took me back in time singing my song “O Punjab Sian, Abah Tera Allah Vi Nahi Beli”. I stood behind Himmat and thought about those times, how my father stood behind me in the same way.

We two brothers used to sing songs written by dad with great joy at home. I used to sing in school meetings, Nagar Kirtans, Natak Melas, etc. But when Dad was alive, we never thought a song would be recorded.

While I was singing and praising Dad’s songs, I didn’t know when I started writing songs. After dad died, all happiness changed. When he came to England, he took the first step towards fulfilling his unfulfilled wish by recording two or three songs in his own voice. Now Himmat’s son was about six years old, then Faratedar started speaking Punjabi. In 2017, when the village became popular, Moge asked singer and musician Baljinder Bittu (Gursher Singh) to record a song from Himmat’s mouth. The services of Gursher Singh and Nimma Virkji have been hired to compose the music. The children’s song prepared by lyricist Preet Bhagike has been embellished with Himmat’s lyrics based on the opinions, advice and suggestions of famous poet Mr. Amar Sufi ji, Poet Dhami Gill ji. From 2017 to 2022 didn’t know where the time was lost? Finally, the video for the song is now complete and the dream of father Gurbachan Singh Khurmi who started a journey is going to be fulfilled by his grandson “Himmat Khurmi”. Of course, dad’s name did not appear in any song recorded during his lifetime, but Himmat’s song begins with the mention of his grandfather “Himmatpure Wale Gurbachan Singh Khurmi”. The song “Meri Ma Boli” which is going to be offered to people on October 1, 2022, was actually a village father’s dream in the dunes, which came true across seven seas.

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