Trinethram News : విజయవాడ విజయవాడ అజిత్ సింగ్ నగర్ శివాలయం వీధిలో ఆకతాయిలు హల్ చల్ ఓ వ్యక్తి మరణం కారణంగా రాత్రి ఆకతాయిలు అలజడి సృష్టించినట్టు సమాచారం? సుధాకర్ అనే కాంట్రాక్టర్ కారు అద్దాలు పగులగొట్టిన వైనం 100 కు కాల్ చేసిన బాధితుడు రంగంలోకి అజిత్ సింగ్ నగర్ పోలీసులు వాస్తవాలను విచారిస్తున్న పోలీసులు సీసీ ఫుటేజ్ పరిశీలన

RLD Chief Chaudhary Ajit Singh passes away due to COVID-19 complications.

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Introduction and Other Details of Event

This event which is known as TOUR DE CHANDIGARH is test of cycling endurance and technical skills. Contact Coach Ajit Singh for any details regarding registration, Route and Venue. Free Refreshments are provided to…

My grandfather migrated to the UK in the late 50s after a long and difficult journey. Once he reached London he then had to endure a number of different racial, emotional and financial hardships. But he was able to build a foundation for my family that we will be forever grateful for. I travelled to all the homes that my granddad lived in, leading me all over East London, including Aldgate, Greenwich and even the old site of the Ford Motor Co. plant in Dagenham.

This one is for you Babaji, for being Ajit Singh - from Sanskrit अ (a) "not" and जित (jita) "conquered".

I see the veins on your hands

come closer to the surface.

I’m nervous.

I sit by you.

Imagining the untold stories

that flow within them.

 I watch you inhale

and exhale the taste of survival.

A strength built since arrival.

Tattoo’d into your lungs.

A lost linger of exile living at the constant rate of breath.

 A village boy

with ambition in his eyes.

Afraid.

But you tried.

Rolling into a rat race

Not knowing a word of their speech.

Determined not to lose the language of your ancestors,

Or forget the prayers that you preached.

 I think about the drops of

non stop rain and storms

that must have weathered you.

We never knew.

The way their words would attempt to rub the colour off of you.

 Eventually you learnt a second tongue.

But your heartbreak remained unsung until your family could be with you.

Yet still afraid and

so young.

It took many years till your rewards could be sewn.

Days and nights

in factories

with destinations unknown.

 Eventually you became hyphenated:

British-Indian.

But in no way has that divided

the essence of your roots

Or

Separated you from the hard work, blood, sweat and tears

and territorial disputes.

You conquered a land that conquered your bloodline.

It’s a thin line

Between giving up, going back and the finish line.

 You set the foundations to

our existence.

You passed that power to my parents

and encouraged their

self-subsistence.

Continuing to give your name justice.

 You now sit by your radio

Dhaari long and white

And defined by every strand.

Your skin still rich with the colour of your home land.

I smell tea and biscuits.

Reading the news; today’s paper in hand.

But your stories remain untold

Because they will

never understand.

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