My Grandma on BBC Radio Derby talking about her memories of Partition.

I’m asking questions in Punjabi.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p05bdx1m

When my father died. For a long time I tried to avoid the word suicide. And when I did use it I would also attach ‘commit’ to it.

In time I realised ‘commit’ was not an appropriate word to use. To ‘commit’ suicide once upon a time was a crime in this nation.

It is no longer a crime. Therefore in my opinion I will not use the word ‘commit’ any longer to describe death by suicide.

As I will be releasing Part Two of My Father & The Lost Legend of Pear Tree next year. I have reduced Part One to £0.99 on Amazon Kindle.

I’m currently in the process of creating a Statue for the Legendary Kevin Coyne of Normanton – Derby. My friend Andrew Edwards is on board.

Kevin Coyne was a musician, singer, composer, film-maker, and a writer of lyrics, stories and poems. The “anti-star” was born in Derby, England, and died in his adopted home of Nuremberg, Germany.

I wrote the following the other day.

This is why it matters.

‘The fact that he was Normanton born like me is of great significance but much more important than that is the realisation of just how much he did through his Music, Art and Writing to promote mental health awareness. He obviously had family and friends that had suffered in the past and he chose to do his utmost best to support the vulnerable. Not only by working in mental health institutes but then continuing to pursue it through his art.

Mental health awareness is always a difficult topic to put across. It can be so disheartening when you try and help others but you have the doors firmly slammed in your face. That aspect of his music may not have always appealed to the big record companies, but Kevin never gave up. He never allowed himself to be compromised. He continued relentlessly till the end.

“I don’t see the point in doing anything unless you’re going to say something, unless you’re going to try and communicate, or even to instruct in some things, to share or pass on a feeling that hasn’t reached other people. To encapsulate certain feelings for people that they haven’t been able to express. Sounds a bit pompous, but I’ve got the ability to do these things. So, why not use it?” Kevin Coyne (Liquorice, 1976)”

I’ve tried to do the same with my writing after the suicide of my father. It’s difficult at times when you can’t get the message across, as some people just don’t want to engage. But all the statues I have worked on in the past have been for a reason. To bring happiness back into people’s lives. To remember lost loved ones. In most cases lost fathers.

This is also my way of remembering my own father and giving back to my community.

Steve Bloomer kicked it all off and it seems quite right that I might just come full circle with Kevin Coyne. If this is the last statue I ever work on. I’ll be more than happy to say I contributed in bringing Kevin Coyne home.

And to think. I’ve only known about Kevin since last Wednesday. Ha’

I was on the BBC Radio Derby Satvinder Rana Show earlier. Preet Gill MP also appeared on the show via telephone at 34m. Myself and Ranjit Seehra appear at 46m.

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On Saturday 10th June 2017 I attended the Derby Book Fair Event at the Derby Silk Mill. However, this year I appeared as an Author for the first time. In the previous two years I was a volunteer for the Derby Book Festival.

I had a great day and met some lovely people. Some I knew from the past and some I had never met before. It was great to be there to talk about my life and my writing and especially the books I have released.

Thank you once again to Steve Bloomer for watching over me 🙂

And Steve Wetton for being by my side.

I also did a reading from Chapter One of My Father & The Lost Legend of Pear Tree – Part One.

Thank You to everyone who attended and engaged with me.

Picture: Derby Telegraph

It was a great honour to be there in the presence of the Silk Mill ‘Weeping Window’ Poppies too, knowing that I also designed the Sikh Poppy Khanda for the Royal British Legion a few years previously.

Last Tuesday I spent a good couple of hours giving Matt Barlow of the Daily Mail a tour of Pear Tree in Normanton, Derby.

Once home to Derby County Football Club.

The old neighbourhood where Steve Bloomer was raised.

Steve Bloomer had boot deals more than 100 years ago and his goals put him up there with Cristiano Ronaldo… he was a prisoner of war who became known as the ‘Destroying Angel’

• Steve Bloomer is fifth on the list for league goals in Europe’s top five divisions
• He is Derby’s all-time top goalscorer and is still well clear over 100 years later
• Bloomer was known as the ‘Destroying Angel’ and even had his own boot deal
• He was held at a prison camp in WWI and turned to football to fight depression 

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/football/article-4567638/Steve-Bloomer-superstar-known-Destroying-Angel.html#ixzz4iwIHHh58

Chris Cornell best known as the lead vocalist for the bands Soundgarden and Audioslave died by suicide last month.

It was quite a shock to hear of his passing and then subsequently find out that he had taken his life by his own hands.

Whenever I hear about suicides like this, I always think to myself:

‘If only there was someone there with them in those moments before they made the decision to end their life. If only they could have spoken to someone’.

‘If only they could have heard a voice. Something, anything to make them snap out of their mindset for them to reconsider what they were going to do’.

I then began thinking about some kind of audio device vulnerable people could carry with them for this particular scenario. A device in which a message is pre-recorded and then played back in times of urgent need and desperation.

A message of reassurance and positivity that once pressed might make the person reconsider and possibly change their mind. To pull them back from the edge. To create a moment of doubt.

It could be a message they have recorded themselves,  a message from a loved one or a medical specialist offering reassurance and advice.

A simple record-playback device that could be pressed at the push of a button and temporarily snap someone back into reality.

I decided to look into the idea. The ideal device would work with a simple push of a button, very much like a Star Trek Communicator badge.

I ordered these items above a few days ago. On the left is a ‘Talking Button’. It is able to record and play audio up to 10s. On the right is a Recordable Voice Module Sound Talk Chip (30s).

As you can see, the item on the left is quite large and bulky for it to be turned into a badge, so I decided to play around with the Talk Chip instead.

Having trimmed down the motherboard, I squeezed it all into a little Vaseline container and then added the push button onto the back. It works quite well. And there is no need for speaker holes either. The sound produced is easily able to pass through the container without being muffled.

I’m just waiting for a bar pin now to glue to the back so that I can test it out properly whilst wearing it as a badge.

Now obviously, a little device like this is not going to save everyone, but even if it saves one person from taking their own life then surely that is better than nothing.

Thank you to Men Tell Health for allowing me to share my father’s story on their website. It was very kind of them to offer me this opportunity.

I’ve not had the best of luck over the last couple of years when trying to engage with Mental Health Charities. At times I have been very let down by their lack of interest as well as utter incompetence when dealing with me. I’m not going to name the Charities here, but it just goes to show the problems British South Asian Communities have when we try to ask for help to raise awareness of mental health issues in the BAME community.

Stop treating us as a tick box activity and engage with us properley.

The Stigma of Suicide

In the Asian community, the man is seen as the head of the household. So much is expected of him from the instant he takes on the responsibility to provide for his family.

My father was a proud and gentle man who always tried to do his best for those closest to him. My father was a good man. He was not a criminal; he did not commit a crime. He did not ‘commit’ suicide, but my father, Mohinder Singh Dhindsa, did die by suicide on March 1st 2006, resulting from a mental illness that had corrupted his mind thus silencing him forever. It also silenced many more around him who were also deeply affected by his death

Suicide stops people talking. Whether it is the person who has just taken their own life or the loved ones bereaved and left behind to pick up the pieces. The lack of engagement with the bereaved is a serious problem in our community due to the apparent fear of upsetting close family or just not being able to approach the subject or not knowing what to say.

Another factor in this is the issue of shame and dishonour within cultural groups. All these factors further diminish the good memories of the loved one who has passed on, resulting in a paradox in which as they are no longer talked about – they could possibly be forgotten in time forever.

Suicide stops people in their tracks. On March 1st 2006 that was definitely the case for me. It took me a long while to finally get back on track. An uncertain journey that eventually saw me on the straight and narrow, almost nine years later which was developed upon hearing about what led to the death of Robin Williams. The man who set me free and provided me with a form of closure and an acceptance to understand. This then allowed me to try to do my utmost best to help others who have also travelled a similar path.

But before that life affirming revelation I chose to open up to myself first and foremost. Immediately after my father’s death, I knew that I could never allow my memories of him to be lost in time. Therefore I decided to write down all the feelings and memories I still had of him in my life, up to that point. The memories I still retained within my mind took me to places only I could find and recall within the deepest corners of my mind. They had to be written down for posterity. The memories needed to be kept safe from the fear of one day losing them altogether should my own mind also be corrupted in the same manner as my father’s.

It was difficult to talk to anyone at the time; a cloak of silence seemed to have masked all attempts to understand why my father’s death occurred. Religion mixed with custom soaked, in culture. Suicide was taboo, a stigma to be avoided at all cost.

Eventually I began to seek some professional help. Thankfully, I was referred to a Mental Health Therapist who helped me set foot onto the road to happiness. A person who listened without prejudice, unblemished by society’s taboo.

Pain was the motivator for my change. An opportunity to question my life and move on. There had to be no time to stop and contemplate the darkness. I needed to be distracted. Thankfully writing came to my rescue.

But what of all those who can not see a way out? Who are not able to communicate their thoughts or feelings? No energy to engage? No ability to seek help? How do we help them? Anxiety and depression saps their spirit. Suicide will amputate it.

If the answer to the suffering of our people does not lie in our own community then we need to show these people a different pathway. Secrets can destroy lives. Especially for those that try to convince the world and themselves that they are not suffering. These people need to know there is no need to hide and that there is a way out if they seek to destroy the stigma of mental illness. There are agencies out there that they can talk to who will understand what they are going through. You are not alone. It’s time that our community stopped ignoring the most vulnerable that are obviously in need of help. We need to accept that mental illness corrupts the mind. Let us all take the onus if we see someone in difficulty. We can not leave it in the hands of those that suffer. We need to show them the light. Help is out there if only we can help them to ask for it.

Keep talking. Keep moving on. Keep the faith. Disown the stigma of suicide within our culture.

 I was on various Local BBC Radio Stations earlier talking about Mental Health Issues within British South Asian Communities.

Between 1800 and 1930

Radio Bristol

Radio Northampton

Radio Sheffield

Radio Stoke

Radio Derby

Radio Stations

My Book ‘My Father & The Lost Legend of Pear Tree – Part One’ on @AmazonKindle #SuicideAwareness #Derby

I am currently in the process of starting to finish

My Father & The Lost Legend of Pear Tree

Part Two

The Crest

Unlike Part One I will not be releasing the Chapters on this site.

I hope to release the book by March 2018.

From Portland Street to Downing Street. My quest for happiness has taken me to the steps of No.10.

I stand on the ground beneath my feet upon which Sir Winston Churchill defied the Gestapo and all the apparatus of Nazi rule.

Two roads diverged in a village street, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

ESWCSBRF1874  — at 10 Downing Street.

Going to Downing Street was all down to an accumulation of things I have done over the years since the death of my father. Things I needed to do to keep me distracted. To keep me ticking along. To keep me busy. More than anything to keep me happy and to raise my spirits. Many of these things I have contributed to have involved my community. My People. Derby folk. Punjabi folk. My folk.

‘NEVER REJECT YOUR OWN COMMUNITY NO MATTER WHAT FAULTS YOU FIND WITHIN IT.’

I’ve done nothing alone. I’ve always tried to bring others with me. You can’t do anything worthwhile alone. Everyone needs help to move forward in life.

Thanks for helping me all.

I’m not finished yet;

“Homelands School – a name that brings back so many memories for those who attended, and also resonates with those who did not but who remember the fine grammar school for girls. Homelands Revisited is not only a wonderful collection of memories, mostly from those who went there during its earliest years, but also superbly researched work that looks at various aspects of the school. It is a book that will both delight and inform”

Anton Rippon, author of A Derby Boy

MY FATHER & THE LOST LEGEND OF PEAR TREE – PART TWO

THE CREST

Hello all.

Yesterday I released ‘Homelands Revisited’.

Two paperbacks versions are now available on Amazon to buy.

Colour Version – £12.99
Black & White Version – £7.99

Both books are of the same size and contain exactly the same content. The only difference is that the colour version has a mixture of both colour and black & white pictures/photos, and the black & white version is entirely black & white inside.

The reason for this was because I didn’t want to put people off buying the colour version if it seemed too expensive for them.

Another thing to clarify: I will be making very little money from the sales myself. The vast majority of the money will be swallowed up by printing costs etc.

I have also decided to provide a PDF version for a minimum fee of £2.99

(https://sellfy.com/p/YCd5/)

Also, please remember that any profit generated from the sales of this book will be ploughed back into restoring the Honours Boards as well as creating the ‘Homelands Plaque’.

Finally, thank you to Philip Heath and Tom Fulep for their great assistance in putting this book together.

It’s been a great honour.

Next project ‘Homelands Reclaimed’. I’ll reveal more about that in the future.

Thanks, Kal

I was on Radio Derby earlier.

You can hear what I have to say around the 0900 mark.

Loud Mouth

A guest contribution on the website of Ravinder Randhawa about secrets in the Asian community.

BRIT-ASIANS: LET’S TALK SECRETS

In the Asian community the Man is seen as the head of the household. So much is expected of him from the instant he takes on the responsibility to provide for his family. My father was a proud and gentle man who always tried to do his best for those closest to him.

My father was a good man. He was not a criminal; he did not commit a crime. He did not commit suicide.

My father Mohinder Singh Dhindsa died by suicide on March 1^st 2006, resulting from a mental illness that had corrupted his mind thus silencing him forever. It also silenced many more around him who were also deeply affected by his death.

Suicide stops people talking. Whether it is the person who has just taken their own life or the loved ones bereaved and left behind to pick up the pieces. Lack of engagement with the bereaved is a serious problem in our community due to the apparent fear of upsetting close family or just not being able to approach the subject or not knowing what to say. Another factor in this is the issue of shame and dishonour within cultural groups. All these factors further diminish the good memories of the loved one who has passed on, resulting in a paradox in which as they are no longer talked about – they could possibly be forgotten in time forever.

Suicide stops people in their tracks. On March 1^st 2006 that was definitely the case for me. It took me a long while to finally get back on track. An uncertain journey that eventually saw me on the straight and narrow, almost nine years later which was developed upon hearing about what led to the death of Robin Williams. The man who set me free and provided me with a form of closure and an acceptance to understand. This then allowed me to try to do my utmost best to help others who have also travelled a similar path.

But before that life affirming revelation I chose to open up to myself first and foremost. Immediately after my father’s death, I knew that I could never allow my memories of him to be lost in time. Therefore I decided to write down all the feelings and memories I still had of him in my life, up to that point. The memories I still retained within my mind took me to places only I could find and recall within the deepest corners of my mind. They had to be written down for posterity. The memories needed to be kept safe from the fear of one day losing them altogether should my own mind also be corrupted in the same manner as my father’s.

It was difficult to talk to anyone at the time; a cloak of silence seemed to have masked all attempts to understand why my father’s death occurred. Religion mixed with custom soaked, in culture. Suicide was taboo, a stigma to be avoided at all cost.

Eventually I began to seek some professional help. Thankfully, I was referred to a Mental Health Therapist who helped me set foot onto the road to happiness. A person who listened without prejudice, unblemished by society’s taboo.

Pain was the motivator for my change. An opportunity to question my life and move on. There had to be no time to stop and contemplate the darkness. I needed to be distracted. Thankfully writing came to my rescue.

But what of all those who can not see a way out? Who are not able to communicate their thoughts or feelings? No energy to engage? No ability to seek help? How do we help them? Anxiety and depression saps their spirit. Suicide will amputate it.

If the answer to the suffering of our people does not lie in our own community then we need to show these people a different pathway. Secrets can destroy lives. Especially for those that try to convince the world and themselves that they are not suffering. These people need to know there is no need to hide and that there is a way out if they seek to destroy the stigma of mental illness. There are agencies out there that they can talk to who will understand what they are going through. You are not alone. It’s time that our community stopped ignoring the most vulnerable that are obviously in need of help. We need to accept that mental illness corrupts the mind. Let us all take the onus if we see someone in difficulty. We can not leave it in the hands of those that suffer. We need to show them the light. Help is out there if only we can help them to ask for it.

Keep talking. Keep moving on. Keep the faith.

Disown the stigma of suicide within our culture.

Nomia asks: Has it become easier for men to talk about their emotions?

Also, our immigration guru Harjap Bhangal answers your questions. Nisha and Hamel Soni talk about their young son Kush who has Down’s Syndrome and discusses whether the condition is still taboo in the Asian community.

Click below to watch Video

East Midlands Today

East Midlands News Interview. Stigma of Suicide @RobSissons1 @bbcemt 2m55+

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Al Jazeera

Kalwinder Singh Dhindsa was a newly married and recently qualified teacher when he received the news that his father had taken his own life.

For Dhindsa in Derby, closure after his father’s death came as a result of his decision to prioritise his personal happiness above any other ambition.

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Today is March 12th 2017.

It has been one full year since the since the death of Marjorie Calow. Marjorie was a student at Homelands Grammar School for Girls in the early 1940s. She later came back to Teach as Mrs Harrison.

In late 2016 Philip Heath left a post on the wall of this group informing that he had the original ‘Homelands Grammar School for Girls – Honours Boards’ and if anybody wanted them he would be happy to give them away. If not they would be disposed of. I quickly replied saying that I would give them a good home.

Philip is the co-executor of Marjorie’s estate. On October 1st 2016 I drove down to Melbourne to collect the Boards. During this visit I was also given a box of Marjorie’s Homelands possessions.

In this box I found two booklets, one was called ‘Homelands Remembered’ and the other ‘Homelands from the beginning 1938-43’.

Both books were put together by Homelands Old Girls.

I wanted to share these books with this group, but the last thing I wanted to do was just scan them. That would have been too easy.

So with permission I asked if I could reissue them in book form, with extra memories, profiles and information. To give these memories a wider audience and also acknowledge the hard work and effort that was initially put into these booklets to keep the memory of Homelands alive.

Today I will reveal the Cover Art designed by Tamás Miklós Fülep another Homelands Old Boy.

The book itself, called ‘Homelands Revisited’ should be released before the end of this month.

I’ll also be on Radio Derby later in the evening talking about the book.

My ‘Homelands Revisited’ Interview on BBC Radio Derby today with Satvinder Rana

Any money made from this book will be used:

– To restore the Honours Boards and give them a new home.

– To erect a plaque at the old school site (Village Primary School).

Compiled by Kalwinder Singh Dhindsa
Cover Art by Tamás Miklós Fülep
Foreword by Philip Heath

Marjorie Calow of Melbourne

#HomelandsRevisited

#HomelandsBox

Nomia asks: Is it harder for young Asian people to open up about mental health problems?

Homelands Revisited

To be released in March 2017.

Clough fan Kal Singh Dhindsa pleaded for the signs to be returned, adding Cloughie would not have been happy.

BBC NEWS

DERBY TELEGRAPH

NOTTINGHAM POST

SHORT VIDEO

LONG VIDEO

Radio Derby Interview

Radio Nottingham Breakfast Show

Buy both books in paperback on Amazon and receive free delivery

BUY

My next book to be released will be called ‘Homelands Revisited’.

Collected memories from ex students of Homelands Grammar School for Girls.

A reissue of ‘Homelands from the beginning 1938-43’ & ‘Homelands Remembered’.

It is hoped that profits from this book will go towards erecting a plaque at the old school site on Village Street, Derby.

Homelands

I wasn’t expecting to do this interview. Martyn Williams caught me on the way out of Radio Derby (Having listened to my BBC Asian Network Interview) and asked me to go back in for a little mini interview for Radio Derby.

A Great #LoveToRead Interview conducted by @martynmnw of @BBCDerby with me about my love of Books

LISTEN

A 30 minute interview on the BBC Asian Network I did today about my love for reading.

LISTEN

From the Author of My Father & The Lost Legend of Pear Tree – Part One

Punjabi Alphabet Activity Book

“The Punjabi Alphabet Activity book introduces the Punjabi alphabet to children and beginners who are more familiar using the English language. Read – Colour – Write”

Available for £3.99 on Amazon

PUNJABI ALPHABET ACTIVITY BOOK

The Punjabi Alphabet Activity book introduces the Punjabi alphabet to children and beginners who are more familiar using the English language

Read – Colour – Write

£3.99
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‘My Father & The Lost Legend of Pear Tree – Part One’
#FREE to download on Amazon #Kindle for the WEEKEND 👌#MentalHealth

October 1st – 2nd

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Derby County fans urged to speak out about depression before Newcastle match

Why do many South Asians regard mental illness as taboo?

Kal Dhindsa, whose father and uncle both killed themselves, wrote a book about the tragedy; My Father & The Lost Legend of Pear Tree.

“In our culture, men are seen as the breadwinner, men of the house, top of their game,” he said. “So sufferers try to remain strong and we don’t talk about it.

“Women also find it hard to talk because they fear they’ll be labelled as ‘possessed’.”

But he believes his community should address the lack of communication about mental health that leads to people suffering in silence.

“My dad didn’t share what was on his mind – and he took his life,” he said.

“In retrospect the signs were there. We, as a community, need to talk more about these ‘difficult’ things. Talking is the cure to this illness.”

FULL ARTICLE

Book Signings at the Whoovers Table.

11:55 and 15:00 on the 3rd September 2016 at Derby Quad

Whooverville 8 – A Convention for Doctor Who Fans

‘My Father & The Lost Legend of Pear Tree’ – Kalwinder Singh Dhindsa

by Harwinder Singh Mander | Jul 23, 2016 |

When I first saw the cover to ‘My Father & The Lost Legend of Pear Tree’, I presumed it was a children’s book; perhaps an adventurous work of fiction where a top-knotted young boy plays the central role. I started to read the blurb only to quickly realise how wrong I was and now having digested the work, a closer look at the cover makes me feel all the more foolish for my initial judgement. So what lies behind the illustrious cover and engimatic title?

‘My Father & The Lost Legend of Pear Tree’ started life as a series of posts on a blog run by Derby-native Kalwinder Singh Dhindsa. Depicted as “a true story about a ‘Doctor Who’ loving Sikh Derby boy and his quest for happiness“, the story follows Dhindsa “as he comes to terms with his father’s suicide“. I say story, but the narrative consistently traverses time and space; as the reader is introduced to a particular setting, they are just as swiftly transported elsewhere at the whim of the author’s pen. For this reason the book can sometimes read like a personal journal, offering insights into some of the most personal and private experiences that Dhindsa has faced thus far, but as they are adjoined by precise observations of his surroundings, the work takes on a much broader sense of genre. This is not the kind of story that one might expect to read and whether intentionally or unintentionally, the author’s master stroke is to opt for a form of story-telling that requires alertness and thought from the reader, all the while softening the blow of the subject matter.

The focus throughout is the suicide of Dhindsa’s father. Every page draws the reader closer to the inevitable tragedy that has instigated the author to write, but with it we are given a window into the well-being of other characters, not excluding Kalwinder himself. Only when I had finished reading the book was I able to appreciate how the narrative works in the most wonderful way to alleviate the awkwardness that comes with tackling what remains one of the most sensitive subjects of our time. Suicide and the mental health of a person who contemplates it, is a topic that goes unspoken in most communities around the World, let alone amongst minority communities struggling for identity in the West. But as the reader is strewn along the author’s troublesome journey to becoming a school Science teacher and trailing in his intricate knowledge of the Pear Tree suburb of Derby, the reasons for his father’s decline and suicide are laid bare with both care and respect. If South Asians living in 21st Century Britain need an introduction to talk more openly about mental health and suicide, this book is it.

Kalvinder Singh Dhindsa is a school teacher who has used his summer holidays and spare time to author this, his first book. Looking in, you’d be forgiven for assuming that this undertaking was a form of therapy for Dhindsa, but this is somewhat unfair to the talent he displays in writing. He provides an overwhelming amount of detail when recalling people, places and occasions, which can occasionally appear mundane, but the format of his writing means that you aren’t kept in any one memory for long enough to stop you reading.

I have to confess that I was looking forward to exploring this book to see how it tackled the taboo topic of mental health in the South Asian community, particularly amongst men – which from the preceding paragraphs you will have seen I think it does extremely well. But what kept me turning each page was the deeper story being told here about identity and the migrant experience. Dhindsa brings together the muddied world that is life for the offspring of Punjabi migrants – marrying ‘home’ that is now his UK residence with the ‘home’ that was left behind in Punjab, both traversed through the traditions of the Sikh way of life. In this regard it is a must-read for UK citizens of Punjabi origin, throwing up a mirror for us to reflect on our own journey. I would even go as far as to say that it was an entertaining read, which might appear unkempt for a book on this subject matter, but is not at all untrue. I found myself teary-eyed and chuckling in equal measure, and despite being very different to the author in a number of ways, it was the similarity of our search for meaning that will have me reaching to read this book again.

‘My Father & The Lost Legend of Pear Tree – Part One’ by Kalwinder Singh Dhindsa can be bought at Amazon.

Thank You to the Sikh Press Association for all their assistance.

SikhNet Article

Interviews on BBC Radio Stoke and BBC Radio Leeds.

BBC STOKE Ajmal Hussain / BBC LEEDS Mussy Abbasi

INTERVIEW