Saturday, January 27, 2007

Bhai Jagdesh Singh and Bibi Jagjit Kaur

Waheguroo Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguroo Ji Ki Fateh!

Heres a story of an Indian Man and an English women who become Khalsey of Guroo.Really , another inspiring story.Take your time to read.Its worth while!

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Waheguruji ka Khalsa Waheguruji ki Fateh

When I hear this question ‘How did you come into Sikhi?’I find it cannot so casually be answered. In retrospect, I know it was predestined in this life. Gurusahib put me on this path despite great obstacles I had to face. I did not know the Punjabee language or culture in the least and my family cherished conservative Catholic values. What were my chances of receiving Amrit?

My first darshan of a Singh occured when I was seven years old. He was climbing on a bus. I was transfixed by his radiant appearance even at a young age and prayed to God that I marry a handsome prince such as he.
I had always been spiritually restless. I found no solace in the Bible and going to church every Sunday was just a ritual.

I saw God in the trees as the sunlight filtered through the leaves and felt His breath in the breeze on the riverbank. Oh how I spiritually thirsted to know Him better. I studied Christianity, Hinduism, Islam, Judaism and VERY briefly Sikhism. As I brooded over religious texts a thought out of somewhere came in my mind.”The day you are born you are that much closer to death”. My melancholy and longing often overwhelmed me and I wept often.

I was spared bad sangat from the beginning.I was not popular and was a quiet studious student with above average grades…what you would call a nerd now. I missed the LSD drug hippie culture that was in full swing in the 70’s. I never developed bad habits and spent my evenings in the library.While my classmates were getting drunk, stoned and pregnant I got beaten up by a boy simply for not being ‘in’ enough with this crowd. Those were painful times.

I had strange dreams of being chased on horseback through dark forests with only the moon as my guide the ennemy gaining on me. I would wake up in a sweat.I did not till much later have revealed to me what this meant. Singhs know exactly what I am talking about.

The years passed. I was still spiritually unsettled. I read voraciously usually about history and religion. I read the Bhagwad Gita and some of Kabir’s works. My husband was a sincere devotee of Shivjee and Durga and had had darshan of both. He was more into bhagtee and less into the complicated rituals of Hinduism. He couldn’t stand the trickery of Brahmins. He could see through them.He was very honest and honorable.

We went to India and went to a Radhasoami Dehra because his former professor who did seva there invited us there. I could not understand why people would prostate themselves as their ‘Guru’ drove by in a Mercedes Benz. God was the highest in my mind. We attended a few of his lectures and he quoted many lines from Guru Granth Sahib and I read some of the poignant writings of Meera. These stirred the longing within me to a fever pitch. We were granted an audience with the ‘Guru’.His appearance was that of a Sikh, so beautiful. In pain, streaming tears, I begged Him to show me how I could walk the path to God. Instead he gave me a series of tasks to accomplish then we would need to see him again in a few months and he might grant me the Mantr. My world crashed. His words and composure told us he was not the real Guru. We left and never looked back.

Upon returning to L.A. my husband was looking for a job. On the way to a job interview, on Vermont Ave, he saw a Nishan Sahib. We started going there. The sangat was warm and my heart lept as I had darshan of several of those beautiful Singhs. I could not understand much but loved the keertan and the Karah Prassad.

We were in the sangat when a very old saint Baba Gyan Singh Johalwale and several Singhs came with him. He was very quiet. We were invited to a sangat member’s house where he and his entourage were staying. My husband was curious to speak to him. I was shy and stayed back. Babajee granted him an audience. After hearing my husband speak a few minutes, he locked eyes with him for quite a while and told him point blank: “Jagdish you will have amrit tomorrow. Your name will be Jagdish Singh”. My husband was stunned and spooked by what this old gentlemen was saying. He had no idea what that was at all. His concept of amrit was receiving ‘Ganga Jal’. He pointed to me ‘She will have to go with you’. My husband was translating this to me and for some unknown reason I smiled so broadly (the soul knows what the mind does not).Babajee immediately stifled an objection that I was unsuitable as I was a Westerner by turning and saying “She is his wife.” We obeyed, quite unprepared for what was to come.

My husband had learned the Punjabi alphabet in grade school but never used it since. His language was Hindi. We presented ourselves for amrit.No one had told my husband not to shave and he did so just so he would be neat for taking amrit. He is probably the most clean-shaven candidate in history. I left all jewelry at the door. We entered and in our presence the amrit was prepared reading the Panj Banee. As I was receiving the amrit I saw a flash of light and something changed. Some inexplicable power had surged in my body. I was so charged and so filled with joy.Since I had such a hard time reciting Fateh after each chula, I received a lot of Amrit.So did my husband. We were given instructions which my husband translated. We were told to recite the gurmantr ‘Waheguru’ as much as possible and learn to recite Nitnem. Eating meat was out of the question. We were told the rehet was identical for both man and woman so when they told my husband to wear dastar and that for me it was not necessary I felt this letdown. I felt this was not quite right. But then I complied without question.

Two years later, we met Babajee’s nephew. He was a simple nice Singh. He told us that Babajee had told him our taking the Amrit was not a random event. Babajee knew Jagdish for the past three lives. Jagdish had done a lot of seva of saints and devotees in his past lives and that he had heard a call from Gurusahib to come here with Singhs to make sure these two souls received Amrit.These 2 would become very staunch Singhs. Then having delivered his message, he left. We were at a loss for words.
From the moment we were blessed with the Amrit, a breathtaking whirlwind of changes occured. There was also controversyand contention. We were very vulnerable. We were unwitingly the center of attention of the sangat as we both were from outside the Punjabee culture. The Granthee did not like saints, was pro Jhatka, and especially disliked a couple of Singhs who week after week tirelessly did Asa di Vaar and keertan. He despised them because they did it free and this undercut his business.
Bhai Manmohan Singh jee was his name and he took us under his wing. He fed us Gurmat and Gubanee. He did keertan with the depth of his soul. His son gave me a tape of blissfull keertan that sent me somewhere.

I did not understand Gurbanee by mind but it pierced me like an arrow when I walked in one day and could not stop crying having heard the Hukam read that day ‘Mere man prem lago har teer…’. I lost it when I read the translation later and in the library. I realized that Gurbanee was alive and had the power to permeate even a dense mind such as mine with its inherent spiritual scent. Gurbanee I experienced first hand was truly the Guru. I stayed locked in the library for a very long time that day.

So much was happening so fast.One day we went to Yuba City with the sangat. When I walked in, a Bibi with an enormous dastar approached me and asked we ‘Where is your dastar?’. I was shy and did not know what dastar meant…..’Your turban?’. I was filled with joy as this Bibi untied one of her layers of dastar and wrapped it on my head. It felt as if my Guru was wrapping it with His own hands by His own command. I was to be tested severely from all directions for keeping it. I dressed simply. Jewelry, fancy clothing and fashion had lost their taste and meaning. My husband was wondering what was happening to his wife. I left walking one night walking towards the Gurdwara crying after being after a hot arguement about dastar and started repeating by voice ‘Waheguru’ each step I took. Soon something wonderful happened and Waheguru started coming by breath and I don’t remember much of the walk to the Gurdwara. When I got there I sat there just doing simran. Somehow though I instinctively knew this gift would be short-lived if I did not seek surrender and the blessings of the Panj Peeare in front of Gurusahibjee.

In those early days it was very confusing for us. One side said one thing the other said something else. We were stuck in a tug of war.My husband was more influenced by the Granthee. I placed more faith in what Bhai Manmohan Singh was saying. In a moment of weakness we breached our code of conduct listening to the Granthee by eating meat. On the first bite, I spit it out without eating it and told my husband not to continue….we were doing something very wrong.He initially did not. Later after talking about it some more begged Waheguru for forgiveness and vowed to go in front of Panj Peeyare.

My husband was very irritated at some point and decided to take the questions of contention to the Guru himself. We would settle certain points of contention once and for all. I was begging Gurusahib to show us the Truth with clasped hands and tears rolling down my face. I was at first afraid then decided to submit to the Guru’s decision come what may. My husband did Ardaas to Gurusahib and placed folded pieces of paper in a bowl of water. Those that would still remain afloat the next day would be the Hukam. He asked Gurusahib which was rehet Jhatka or no, Keski or no, Raagmalla was banee or no.

The next morning in Amritvela time my husband was awakened. He had had a vision of Sach Khand. There was an incredible sound of keertan filling the Universe and he heard the voice of a high-pitched voiced keertanee with small glasses and brownish complextion but very bright and red. All the Khalsa were wearing dastaar and bana (men and women) and sitting on a dais was Guru Nanak Devjee with a flowing white beard and even more glowing face. My husband fell weeping to the feet of the Guru and he said: “You don’t need to cry anymore for you have come to your house.” Having seen this vision he did Prakash of Gurujee and saw a globe of light eminating from there. A voice said clearly:” Keski is my rehet. She is being a true bhagat by keeping it. Raagmala is not my banee. Do not eat meat.” He was overwhelmed and as I entered the room he fell to my feet and cried:”I am so sorry.” I had him stand up and breathed a sigh of relief. This trial was over and I humbly thanked Gurujee for showing us the truth. This would galvanize our faith from that way forward. No one would tell us otherwise. My husband described the keertanee to Bhai Manmohan Singh. When he showed him the picture of Bhai Randhir Singh he told him this was the person. We had not seen pictures of Bhai Sahib yet at that time do Bhai Manmohan Singh was stunned.

Shortly afterwards we did appear in front of Panj Peeyarey and detailed our transgressions. We were terrified as so many who interviewed to serve as one of the Panj came out weeping and wailing. About 65 people were rejected for one reason or another. Two elderly ladies found suitable were in the Panj peeare and one was Peredhaar. Our knees shook as we approached Gurusahib for what we had done. The atmosphere was electric. The walls were pulsating with Naam. Naamdrir was done here. And like a current it just kept going. This was very different and much more powerful then the first time. It was hard to speak for a few days.

One Singh who did not know my husband grabbed him in his arms and started crying as ifm meeting a loved one after many years. “We were separated at the Sarsa river.So much was lost as we crossed. The current was too strong. I tried to hang on to you but you were swept away by the current.” This old Gursikh, normally a sober naam abhyassi type, wept like a child and both were locked in an embrace of Simran for a very long time. My husband has not been able to enter running water his whole life.
Everything I have written here is the Truth.The wonders never cease coming from the Guru. The Guru lends a hand to His bhagat along this spiritualm path.One receives amrit after living many lives. Khande ki Pahul Amrit has been depreciated by some. Pride of intellect and cleverness impede progress. One who goes with a clean heart and humility in front of the Guru to receives this wonderful gift is sure to grow and accomplish the spiritual tasks set forth by the Guru. Anyone out there who has love for the Guru will leave his or her ‘mann’ at the door and give it all to the Guru.

dassan dass

Vaheguru ji ka khalsa,
Vaheguru ji ki fatheh !


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Hoped your inspired like I was!

Waheguroo Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguroo Ji Ki Fateh!

What Made You Intrested In Gurmat!

Waheguroo Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguroo Ji Ki Fateh!

If your a new into sikhi, you might wana check out this site.Its from Tapoban Forum.Its really intresting reading how our brothers and sisters made it into Sikhi.Alot to learn, its a really long topic, but ill paste here a story, which is similar to mine:) but im worste.Maharaj Kirpa ill write one on how i came into sikhi, that when i ask peshi.Well for now enjoy this story!

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Isn’t it funny how we run to Vaheguru when we are unhappy and how he is our last resort. Even if we try to keep away from this life style if its Vaheguru hukum it will still happen. I remembered just recently when I was about 9 yrs of age, saying to my best friend. ‘I am going to tie a turban like my cousin brother does.’

People say I am missing out in life; you are only young why are you starting this spiritual path now, you’re supposed to do it when you’re old. But little do they know it’s not a two second task. Yes I know in kabir jis sloaks it does say even if you remember Vaheguru when you have old hair its better than nothing. But I don’t think people understand I don’t want to waste time or waste another life time. I can’t go through another 8.4 million lives. This is the highest level of life. Humans have the ability and intellect to get further in this game of life.

I was as they say ‘an ordinary girl.’ Yes I used to do a lot of different things. Before, there was a change in my life. I had my mama ji’s around. When they went for good it was weird. I couldn’t make sense of my life. People assume the children didn’t care much. But I cried every night for TEN yrs. Even if I didn’t, want to think about it. Everything would appear back to that incident. But know one ever knew because I was they shy and quiet girl who didn’t speak. I even said one of them nights I didn’t want anything to do with Vaheguru, because he took my mama ji’s away. I was such a paapi committing the biggest sin. We used to go Gurdwara but I didn’t bother doing my Matha teek. I just didn’t understand. I thought it was my entire fault and Vaheguru hated me.

Eventually when my mummy ji wanted a boy really badly because the older generation would say things to her because she had four girls, things changed. Mummy ji and I used to learn paath with each other. I would teach her what I could make sense of and she would show me. Then we used to all do amrit-vela. It was different. But it was spectacular. My sisters were forced to get up but I used to want to make sure they all did even if it was for five minutes, it was amazing. I can still feel that feeling I had. Makes me think back to the times I told Vaheguru I hated in him, when I was in dukhi and the next minute I’m running to him again. This game is planned so amazingly only the creator the amazing Vaheguru could do it. As well as remembering Vaheguru, I still managed to live life as they say. People seen this other side to me, I got corrupted by the 5 evils. I would go to sessions and be in a different type of peer group. Even though, I never did anything. The fact that I would hang around with these people is more than enough.

Even though I had this bad society, it’s the only way I could learn from my mistakes. But at the end of the day no matter what it was I still didn’t disrespect my father’s name. I can always see people looking down at my father for having four girls. I don’t see anything wrong with it. When people beg for children they don’t care what it is, they just want a healthy baby at the end of the day.

I was the bubbly kurie, everyone in the family would look out for me, and care for me. Even though there were other girls, I was just treated differently. I’m not saying I hated it; yeah I loved because of my ego. I wanted more praises I wanted more people asking who this kurie is. Only close family knew who I was, other than that I didn’t bother with other people because I was so quiet with the family.

But then I developed a different attitude with my friends from school, I was so loud no one would say anything to me. I was so MEAN! Gosh I look back to it now, I had such an attitude no one would dare to mess with me. But without being that girl I would never have learnt this life experience.

With a click of a finger my life changed again. Now this was the big turning point in my life. The things that I cared about before didn’t mean anything. I didn’t want to associate with anyone. Even when I tried my hardest to have a ‘normal life’ I didn’t feel comfortable with it. Everyone started to get angry with me, they thought someone was changing me into something that I wasn’t, but in my heart I new it was right but no one else could tell. Supposed friends and cousins didn’t accept any of it. So I just kept away from everyone. It was my A-level year I didn’t associate with anyone, didn’t want to know anything. I didn’t even go to my sixth form I used to just end up going to the Gurdwara arranging a Simran programs here and there when ever I could get a chance I grasped the opportunity with both of my hands. Things got harsh. Because I kept hearing a different person each day asking who is making you do this.

It’s like they thought of me as a crazy girl. Maybe I am I can’t help it but I could see beyond this normal everyday life. It not jus about the worldly aspects there is more about this game of life. At first I admit I did things, with out knowing the meanings and why. I just did it because I felt the need to.

It all started when I wanted my daddy ji to stop hating me. We had just gone though some tough times and things were said which affected my level of thinking. So to make him happy I asked him what he wanted me to do. I thought whatever it was it would make him love me again. He said to me to make a stand at the Gurdwara sahib about the committees. This was a strong issue for me because I don’t like the way things are, and how certain Gurdwara Sahibs don’t let the youth get involved. So there I stood in a divan full of men arguing some valid points. Not many people knew who I was until that day. The congregation started to talk, who girl is this, Wow she had guts. Then I got invited to some events to talk, then all of a sudden I was made the youth adviser, everyone would come to me to solve issues about the Gurdwara.

Time progressed and eventually my life became involved with the Gurdwara and Sangat nothing else was important. I love Kirtan and Simran, nothing else seemed of any relevance. I just didn’t understand the point of any other music. I didn’t want to listen to the foul kind of music. Bani and Shabad is so sweet wow it’s like I am intoxicated in to words of Vaheguru. I don’t know much; therefore I don’t know the meanings. But I had a desire to find out the meanings.

I was at a Reinsbhai listening to the Kirtan it was amazing. “Gur kin kin preeth lagavo meri heerai, merea preetham naam purana,” (Shabad by Guru Ram Daas ji, pana 697) whilst listen to this Shabad I could feel the Sangat’s love I could feel the world beyond this. Then I started to see even further into life. I realized NO ONE else mattered at the end of the day was anyone there when I would cry my self to sleep, did anyone notice what I felt. Did they really love me if they couldn’t accept who I am? Then it clicked. I didn’t want or need anyone. I realized Vaheguru didn’t need me or anyone he is complete because he is the one! However humans like me we need. That’s why we ask for more each day. ‘’ Bin navi marjiee meri thakur, joi amlee amul lubana.’’ Vaheguru’s name is everything to me; with out it I am as good as dead. Like and addict is addicted to his drugs I am addicted to Vaheguru’s naam!

Out of the blue I wanted to wear a Dastar. I knew what my parents would say about it. Because they already felt weird when I didn’t want to go to family parties, I would just end up being at the local Gurdwara. But I could tell mommy ji used to think why you can’t be that girl we had hopes for.

My pias (thirst) grew even more even if it meant listening to Kirtan for 10 minutes I would get someone to take me to programs. It was like Vaheguru’s Sadh Sangat was attracted to me like a magnet. But then mommy ji started to get angry and she said she wouldn’t take me. My heart just fell; I locked my self in my room and cried out for Vaheguru. Just didn’t understand what I was doing wrong. I didn’t want to go clubbing just wanted to be with the Sadh Sangat.

At that time I would cry for hours and then the last 20 minutes of the program mommy ji would give up and take me. But each time she would say this is the last time. Once I reached right at the end just in time for the Ardass, traveled to Bebi Nanaki just for that. But I felt I had fulfilled my pias.

It hurts me not knowing much about Bani and not knowing how to play the vaja. I fall to my knees when I can hear Kirtan played in devotion. I know before as a young girl, daddy ji would always take us to learn. I learnt bits but I never had that same pias as I have now. I try to teach my self. But because I don’t know anything I end up playing a Kirtan track and sitting infront of the vaja and pressing any note. Singing out loudly, even though I know it’s not in tune but it’s the best I can try. I don’t know may be I feel Vaheguru will show me soon. But when I sit infront of the vaja singing Vaheguru’s praises my heart feels so awakened and peaceful.

Slowly my family got into the Sangat; we always had Kirtan playing in the house. But their pyare (love) started to grow. They liked the Shabad ‘Bandna har bandna.’ it was like this routine we had, all of us would be at the Gurdwara after school or work. The family connections with other cousins didn’t seem as important. Even if we went to family functions, it seemed strange. I got out of going to most of them, because I was busy going to all the Reinsbhai and Kirtan darbars. I loved it I still do.

I even tried to get out of going to my uncles wedding. I was begging anyone to just take me to the Kirtan darbar. Daddy ji was going crazy so I tried to get my baba ji to take me. It was then end of the wedding when the girl was about to come to the house the first time, so of course close family had to be there. But my heart was set on Kirtan and Sangat, so I kept begging. I remember I was willing to do anything to get there, I didn’t care I just needed to go. The wedding house was packed with all the close family. I was crying and crying. No one understood why. Then my baba ji shouted at me, he said, “think logically you can always go to a Kirtan program but this wedding comes once. At this present time, what’s more important family or the program.” I screamed out Sangat!!! Everyone was standing there looking at me thinking what’s got into her. But I didn’t care, and then finally daddy ji gave up and took me.

Every opportunity I can get to listen to Kirtan, Simran, Seva and Sangat I grab with both hands. Because it gives me a feeling which cant be described. Everything else in life can wait but for an opportunity to do these things I take like there is no tomorrow. Since I had this vision in my heart I keep running to it, I can’t help it, I am addicted. No one understands this craving I have. So I started to get told off for everything, daddy Ji gets angry with me. He keeps saying to me other peoples children have got so far in life. Can’t you stop doing Vaheguru for even an instant and think about how you’re going to survive in this world? I laugh each time I get this lecture, because I know it’s not me who is going to provide for me, it’s Vaheguru! However when I say this to him he gets more angry, he keeps saying Vaheguru wont do anything for me. WHY wont he, I am his child! Just like I am a child of my parents from this materialistic world, who have nurtured and cared for me, so will Vaheguru! For example, Kabeer Ji’s mother cries to Kabeer and asks how will her grandchildren be fed if Kabeer has given up on weaving and chants the name of the lord. Kabeer Ji says that he has earned the real profit, the profit of the lord. He says to his mother ‘kaheth Kabeer sunoo meare maaee, hamara ein kaa dhaatha eik raghurai.’’ ‘The lord is the only provider for me and my children.’ (panna 524)

But of course there was always some sort of issue when things like this happen. My phau’s (dad’s sister) family are very western. They would say things like there is “No God why are you running into this path. Its all fake, all you need is a degree in this world. You do everything according to your will.” EACH time I would see the relations it would hurt me. Something silly along those lines would be the issue. The only time they wanted to see me was when they wanted to mock me. At first it would hurt me a lot, but then I realized they didn’t have the ability to understand me. I am on my own journey what others say shouldn’t bother me, especially if they are not going to be with me after I leave from this world.

However the issue of me tieing a Dastar was in my mind. So I used to get my daddy ji’s turban material and tie one when no one was in the house. But one day my sister walked in the house and I was too busy tieing one I didn’t have time to hide it. I begged her not to tell any one because I knew it would cause more tension. So she didn’t say anything.

One day I got my cousin to tie one on me and we went to show my mom ji. She wasn’t pleased. I told her I was going to wear it the next day. Her face dropped she just said “No you’re not wearing it out side of this house”. Then the picture became clear I thought oh no I should just leave it. Everyone was so angry with me following my heart I just don’t understand why.

I carried on with life; it was the time of my exams. And my thirst grew even more. When I was supposed to be revising I ended up walking to the Gurdwara, when I was supposed to be at school in lesson, I would end up listening to Kirtan or reading Bani. Even on the days of my exams I didn’t do anything for them. Mommy ji knew I wasn’t paying much attention but no one could stop me. Vaheguru’s Kirpa my exams went well.

Then all of a sudden I had the thirst for a Dastar again but this time I didn’t think of what others would think. It was my own feeling my own path. So I tried to tie a Dastar again. Then a few days later my sisters caught me again and they were supporting me. Then I felt like the time was right. It was coming to my 18th birthday. I decided that I will wear my Dastar on my birthday. The family wanted to do something so last minute we arranged for Guru Ji to come to the house and Kirtani from New York. It was amazing. My daddy ji came home from his business trip to find his daughter wearing a Dastar! I could remember seeing his face so shocked. All the family came down. They were all shocked.

From that day I had my identity. I stopped covering up what I felt and showed them the real me, the person who was living in my heart. But then things got harder mommy ji stopped talking to me, she would laugh at me, she felt uncomfortable walking with me. Then daddy ji started to say things to me. Then the time came for me waiting for the day to come for them to question me. Then one day I got called downstairs, I got interrogated with questions then they started to say I should just wear a patka. But that wouldn’t show my identity. It wasn’t right. The Dastar helped me so much. I learnt more. I had more understanding I had my discipline. I learned that the rehet (code of conduct) a person kept which is so much more important than the religious identity they kept. So I went on my mission to find my rehet. Even though I know that the outside is not as important as the inside. I couldn’t leave my identity. It’s the roop Vaheguru has given to us. I wanted to keep it.

As soon as I understood this, my life went upside down. They couldn’t take the fact that I had different views. My phau whacked me a few times. But that didn’t bother me. Until she pulled my Dastar off. Then I felt it. I cried for Vaheguru even more. I didn’t understand why I was born in a family as such. Why didn’t they accept it? I wasn’t turning to anything bad. I just had an understand of life. Why didn’t they understand? Things got harder and they kept me away from Sangat even now they don’t want me to have any connection with such people. They just pick on the bad aspect the bad things of life. Why couldn’t they see the love I can see! Why was I born to such a family who have asked and begged Vaheguru for things all their lives and then they turn their back away. Why do they think someone is forcing me to do this? No one else is involved in my path it’s my own route. Even if I try to keep away from this path Vaheguru pulls me back to him. Now I never want to leave Vaheguru.

My heart dropped. For a while I felt maybe Vaheguru doesn’t want me. Maybe I am not worthy enough for him. I know that I am not. I am a paapi (sinner). But I am learning. I am Vaheguru’s child; he won’t turn his back from me. I know that I have faith and I know he will show me what is right. This all has to happened because of my past actions and the fact that he has to test my faith

I got battered for my Dastar but I haven’t given up. I have had abuse thrown at me, telling me how ugly I look with my Dastar. But that night I begged Vaheguru even more. I begged him so much I didn’t want any of this worldly stuff. I didn’t care how much more I would have to go through. But Vaheguru never leave me. Keep me in your charan!!

I have been saying from a young age, that I want to take Amrit; I don’t know what it is like. I don’t know much. But what I do know is just by drinking Amrit does not make you special it’s about you as person and the behaviour you have. But once you have taken Amrit that doesn’t mean mission completed there’s so much beyond that. I know my family doesn’t accept the issue of me taking Amrit they have made that point loud and clear. Mummy ji says it’s because I am young and I don’t know what I am getting into. On top of saying that she says she wants me to enjoy life and she wants me to get married with the traditions. Oh and not forgetting they don’t think it’s possible for me to get married wearing a Dastar. Even if it is going to be impossible then that’s Vaheguru’s hukam. Now they try to threaten me by saying I have to leave their house and get married if I want to take Amrit. So I agreed to their conditions knowing deep inside I don’t want to get married yet. But I feel like I am putting so much tension on them, if it makes them happy and I can carry on with my journey I will do it. As a result of saying yes they backed away, because it didn’t scare me. I know Vaheguru will look out for me.

I went to India for two weeks. I got to go to Patna Sahib and Amritsar. WOW I will never forget the feeling I had from there. I went to do ishnaan at Amritsar sahib but we didn’t have much time because we had to go to the airport. But my mind was set on going into the sarovar. I managed to do my ishnaan. I could feel pure bliss. I was there asking forgiveness and strength to carry out any seva required and to keep Vaheguru close to me at all times. I could feel this weight lifted from me, as I went into the sarovar. I was getting thirsty for Amrit. Nothing bothered me, nothing was harming me. I was in this point of my life where I could feel beauty everywhere. There’s so much I can’t type. I don’t feel there’s any type of word which can sum up these feelings. It’s just Vaheguru!

But then I came back to England. Nothing changed they still thought I was going crazy and I was forced onto this path. I didn’t mind what they called me. But I was hurt when they thought I was forced. I just didn’t understand why could not see my thirst for Naam. I hated everyone for doing this to me. I just didn’t understand. Until recently I could see Vaheguru in everyone. Even, my phau who battered me. I could see Vaheguru with in her. My heart weakened when I saw and felt Vaheguru. I had to ask for forgiveness for being so horrible to her. I had to thank her for hurting me so much. Because with out the dukhi I would never have seen Vaheguru in everyone. Then I learnt that just because no one else understands this route I have took, doesn’t mean they never will. It’s down to this family I am born in that I have got so far. They might not understand yet but it was them who started me on this path. I feel hurt when I see that people are born in a house where there is the treasure of Naam infront of them. But they don’t go toward it they want other pleasures in life. It’s all Vaheguru master plan. He is so miraculous so is his game. “Hukami andhar sab ko, bahar hukam nah koi” everything is Vaheguru’s will, nothing happens outside of his plan.

Even when not being allowed to go the Gurdwara, its part of Vaheguru’s test to see if I would give up or will I find something else to do. When I came back from India I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere. I would dream of doing seva and being in the Sangat chanting the Naam. However with Vaheguru’s blessing I set off to a Gurdwara near my university. It had been 5 weeks with out seeing Sangat and Guru Ji’s Darbar. I went buying gifts to say thank you. Even though I knew these gifts wouldn’t mean as much as love of the Sach (truth.) ‘’Jin prem keyo tin he prab payoo’’ It was like I had been set free from imprisonment. I was so happy that day. I was crying so much to Vaheguru because I missed the devotional Sangat in Guru Ji’s house.

If we want to achieve something in life we have to put our efforts into it. By putting in efforts we will receive or aims via some form. And that form is a form of Vaheguru. Because everything is created from Vaheguru and therefore Vaheguru is in everything. We are never alone whatever we feel, Vaheguru feels. Therefore we should all learn to find Vaheguru with in our hearts.

Aad Sach Jugaad Sach HaiBi Sach
Vaheguru is the truth in this present moment; it was in the past and will be in the future.

With out dukhi we don’t follow Vaheguru. Therefore I ask for more dukhi, because I never want to leave Vaheguru. I’m a lost soul bride looking for my husband. He is the only one who can show me his beauty.

At the end of the day, there is no point in keeping an image on the outside, if inside you don’t have that same feeling. There is nothing higher than truthful living

I don’t know much, so please forgive me if I have said something’s that have offended anyone.

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Its really long, but please spare 10 minutes of yours to read this.I know Preemjet , your reading this blog, and you should read more inspiring stories our brothers and sisters have.

Here the link
http://www.tapoban.org/phorum/read.php?f=1&i=141&t=141

Bhul Chuk Maaf
Waheguroo Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguroo Ji Ki Fateh!

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Sant-Sipahi Camp 2006

Waheguroo Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguroo Ji Ki Fateh!

Like I promised,here is the link to download the Sant-Sipahi Camp pictures.This file is in a .zip file.So if you dont have Winzip on your computer you should download it.Not to sure if the net gives free downloading Winzip.Anyway, heres the link and ill leave you with some pictures:)










"Save Target As" for Sant-Sipahi Camp 2006.zip


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Niketan Annual Gurmat Parchar Samelan 2007

Waheguroo Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguroo Ji Ki Fateh!
Below are details on Gurmat Parchar Samelan, which will be held by Niketan Foundation.
  • Date : 16 February 07 - 20 February 07
  • Time : 7:00 pm(16 Feb) - 11:00 am(20 Feb)
  • Location: Gurdwara Sahib Changkat Tin, Batu Gajah, Ipoh
I would really advice all to attend this Gurmmat Samelan.The Sangat and activities are excellent and the Amritwela is amazing.I heard at first that the was gonna be an Amrit Sanchar, but that has not been confirmed.Maharaj Kirpa Karan, amrit batay tiar karwae.


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Waheguroo Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguroo Ji Ki Fateh!

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Sant-Sipahi Camp 06


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Sant-Sipahi Camp was held in Malaysia by Niketan Foundation in Gurdwara Sahib Melaka.Its motif was to expose youth and children the importance of the aspects of Sant and Sipahi.Here are few Keertan and Katha that were recorded.Please fell free to download it.


This is a video of the amritwela.
Bhai Jasdev Singh- Simran Video

This are the Keertan and Katha.Each track has keertan and katha in it, except Bhai Jasdev Singh Ji , which is recorded during simran at amritwela.

Bibi Rangleen Kaur ,Katha Bhai Mahabeer Singh

Bhai Jasdev Singh (Amritwela Simran)

Bhai Harjinder Singh, Katha Bhai Sarabjeet Singh

Bhai Charanbir Singh, Katha Bhai Mahabeer Singh

Bhai Rasvinder Singh, Katha Bhai Sarabjeet Singh

For the pictures, Ill try uploading them.Iv got Flickr.com account, Ill see what can be done.

Waheguroo Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguroo Ji Ki Fateh!

Love

Waheguroo Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguroo Ji Ki Fateh!

Love!

A word which is full of meaning.We love in many ways and many person.Parents, friends , animals and etc.Today I was watching an English movie where this Britain guy loves this American woman and he got a chance to show his love towards her , before he died himself.
As i was watching this, I was thinking about our love with Guroo Sahib.I was having a talk with Waheguroo Ji on how all this are so nice if I were to love Him.

My personal story is that when I first came into sikhi, I didnt know about love towards worldly items.I used to love a girl when I was 16.Yes , I was the typical guy that is so interested in relationship.One day, I got to know that all this was not permitted in Sikhi and how this effects one Bhagti path.
Unfortunately , I had to brake up with this girl.I say its unfortunate cause this girl was the girl who brought me into Sikhi in a way, is a Ladli of Guroo Sahib and its very soft spoken and upon all this Iv broke her heart and sikhi is also against this, hurting someones heart.Well I couldn't do much but to ask help from Guroo Sahib.

Basically , the moral of the story was really touching.For a moment I was emotional, why haven't I love Guroo Ji from the very first day.Indulging in all materialistic word, Iv forgotten who i was and should be, until recently Guroo Sahib was so grateful!
A big explosion was on, I was down and I was lost.The Guroo was so compassionate to love me that the Gurbani came to fact.


Dukh Daru Sukh Roog Bhayia , Ja Sukh Tham Na Voeh
(SGGSJ)
and

Vin Tudh Hor Jey Mangna Sir Dukha Tey Dukh, Deh Naam Santohkia Utrey Maan Ki Bookh
(SGGSJ)

I was really down that Guroo Sahib Himself wanted me to Jaap Naam.Iv really forgotten the True Master and after all this, Im still looking and thirst of Love from Him.
I just wanted to share this with everyone on how worldly attachment and love are useless. Iv come to realise this.

May Guroo Ji always bless everyone with Naam and Gursikhi Jeevan!

Waheguroo Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguroo Ji Ki Fateh!
P.S. Above pictures are Baba Thakur Singh Ji and Bhai Jeevan Singh Ji, two great gursikh which are full of love.

Waheguroo Ji

Waheguroo Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguroo Ji Ki Fateh!

I created this blog as a medium to share my videos, photos and keertan audios and to share my life with the world.This is a small sewa that , would like to do.Comments are welcome. Ill start off with leaving a file of Dulla Veerji Simran.

Click Here to Download Simran


Ill try blogging as much as possible.

Waheguroo Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguroo Ji Ki Fateh!