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  1. waheguru ji ka khalsa waheguru ji ki fateh awwwwwwwww thanks a lot Gurujee bless everyone waheguru ji ka khalsa waheguru ji ki fateh ps : I PMed Neo requesting to change my nick to mehtab ...only mehtab and all letters small case...i wanna re-register as Mehtab Singh. I think he didn't check. Someone please do it, thanks .
  2. I'll have to agree with Shaka this time. I myself find Sufism very fascinating, and 2 of my Shia friends have been a lot more appreciating of my Sikh beliefs as compared to other Sunni Muslims, Hindus, and even some Punjabis with last name Singh.
  3. You people are really scholars and very well versed in other religions. I am but a fool before you, as even after being born in a Hindu family, raised in a Muslim country and studying in a Christian atmosphere, I have not absorbed a level of knowledge about the above mentioned religions as much as some people on this forum have. But I do have full faith in what Gurbani says about a true Muslim. Shalok, First Mehl: Let mercy be your mosque, faith your prayer-mat, and honest living your Koran. Make modesty your circumcision, and good conduct your fast. In this way, you shall be a true Muslim. Let good conduct be your Kaabaa, Truth your spiritual guide, and the karma of good deeds your prayer and chant. Let your rosary be that which is pleasing to His Will. O Nanak, God shall preserve your honor. ||1|| First Mehl: There are five prayers and five times of day for prayer; the five have five names. Let the first be truthfulness, the second honest living, and the third charity in the Name of God. Let the fourth be good will to all, and the fifth the praise of the Lord. Repeat the prayer of good deeds, and then, you may call yourself a Muslim. O Nanak, the false obtain falsehood, and only falsehood. ||3|| Shalok, First Mehl: It is difficult to be called a Muslim; if one is truly a Muslim, then he may be called one. First, let him savor the religion of the Prophet as sweet; then, let his pride of his possessions be scraped away. Becoming a true Muslim, a disciple of the faith of Mohammed, let him put aside the delusion of death and life. As he submits to God's Will, and surrenders to the Creator, he is rid of selfishness and conceit. And when, O Nanak, he is merciful to all beings, only then shall he be called a Muslim. ||1|| Anyone who stands upto those standards according to Gurujee is a true Muslim for me. If he/she is a true Muslim for Gurujee, thats a good enough reason for me to look upon him/her as a true Muslim. bhul chuk maaf
  4. http://paktribune.com/news/index.php?id=73893 Hindu doctor converts to Sikhism Friday August 13, 2004 (0320 PST) NANKANASAHIB, August 13 (Online): A Karachi based Hindu medical practitioner Dr Rajkumar Jasrrani has converted himself to Sikhism with the new name of Raj Veer Singh . The doctor, working for of Jinnah Hospital Karachi after conversion said that the teachings of Baba Guru Nanak inspired him to adopt new religion . The Chairman Nankana Foundation in US, Sardar Ganga Singh Dhilloon, Sardar Romal Singh and a minority councilor, Sardar Mastan Singh were also present on the occasion . The doctor has also decided to settle in Nankana Sahib permanently to serve the Guru's land .
  5. Firstly, you are no one to draw the line as to what restrictions lie on love for Guruji. Secondly, your definition of "stupid" is different from everyone else on this forum. Just like I fit your definition, you could very well fit into those of many others. Thirdly, any true loving Sikh of Guruji will not say anything about Guruji being physically defective. But as I mentioned, everyone has their own kind of love for Guruji. If thats the kind of "love" you have for Him, well...no comments. And by the way...I have seen loads of really beautiful pictures of Hindu gods/goddesses as a Hindu. Your question "if you see a painting of Christ, will you become a Christian?" is not pointless but brainless. Guruji has His own unique ways of drawing people to Him. Are you going to ask Him to follow your "standards"? A child who has never seen his father and finds Him finally will never look upon anyone else as his father. Since you don't even know me, I don't think you are anyone to pass any judgement about the way I came into or follow Sikhi. People like you are really good at discouraging others (which is exactly what you are doing here) from following Sikhi. And for your information, I don't worship the pictures of Gurus, hell I don't even have them for like 2 months now. Guess what! I didn't fall in love with any other picture! When I posted that picture, all that was intended was to make a point that 1 : Guruji can draw you to Him in any way, there is no standard way! And 2 : Love at first sight in the case of Guruji occurs, any way/mode of love is possible with Guruji, no restrictions whatsoever. If someone doesn't love Guruji the way you do doesn't mean they don't love Him, or don't love Him enough. But then again, you are gonna judge them as "stupid" according to your "wise" standards! How "Sikh" of you to do that! Bravo! Try to get injected with some love and tolerance/acceptance, something thats always made to be a big deal out here.
  6. hahaha...awww...thand rakh veerey...i lub ju too
  7. That was my 1st guess as well (no matter how funny it seems) .
  8. Sorry but thats a dum question. And I am not in a position to leave now
  9. http://www.panthkhalsa.org/naamnet/naam_m.html Manmukh He woke me up and said, "It is time". Gently, he pulled my spirit out of my body and guided me in a flight across the sky. We flew side by side for a while until we came to a castle. The castle looked formidable. There were three doors each on three sides of the castle. The fourth side had no door. Murky and dark waters surrounded the castle. Even darker were five creatures closely guarding the castle. These creatures looked big and strong. The whole sight was rather gloomy. I felt frightened upon seeing all this and firmly held on to my guide. He reassured me, "Don't worry, they cannot see you." Silently he took me inside the castle. The cobwebs on the walls and the floor indicated that noone had been there for ages. Darkness, dirt and gloom permeated everything. He led me to the north side of the castle. There was a door well hidden behind a curtain of deep darkness. While all the other doors of the castle were open, this one was tightly shut. It was coated with rust and looked unaccessible. But we, being spirits, easily slipped through it. To my utter amazement, I discovered that it was actually a doorway to another wonderful world! This world looked completely different from the one that existed on the other side of the door. Everything shone with inner light and looked as though it had been sprinkled with eternal youth. There were flowers everywhere and their subtlely sweet scents filled the air. There was a path from the hidden door to a big pond of rather inviting clear water. Then, a golden path led from the pond to a city which shone with all the colors of the rainbow. Exquisite music could be heard from the city. He explained, "One has to cleanse oneself in order to get to that city. The city is called the Realm of Truth." I understood little but I was so enchanted with this place that no questions arose in my mind. It looked so peaceful here! I wished I could live here forever. But soon it was time to leave. We slipped out through the door again. Overcoming the spell, I asked, "Who owns this castle?" Without a word, my guide led me outside and away from the castle. Far from the castle, there was a small hut. It's roof and walls were crumbling. Inside sat a man who personified misery. Hunger and thirst dominated his face. He wore dirty rags. He sat at the window looking mournfully toward the castle. "The castle belongs to this man," my guide said. I could not believe what I heard and repeated, "The castle belongs to this man?" He explained, "His is a rather sad story. He lived in the castle a long time ago. He lead a gay and a wasteful life. He would never come home for days and even when he did, he would stay only for a short while before going out again." My guide continued, "The dark creatures you saw were his servants. He trusted them completely and thought they were his friends. In fact, he trusted them so much that he gave them complete power in managing the castle. Slowly, the guards became the masters of the castle and he the servant. Then a day came when they banded together and banished him from the castle." My guide must have know that I was thinking about the city behind the hidden door because he said, "He could escaped to the Realm of Truth, but the poor man was so engrossed with life outside the castle that he never even discovered the hidden door." I felt pity for this man who was a king yet lived like a pauper. "Isn't there some way for him to own his castle again?" I asked. http://www.panthkhalsa.org/naamnet/naam_g.html GurMukh He woke me up and said, "It is time". Without answering, he motioned me to accompany him. We went to another castle. It looked very similar to the first one, yet something was very different here. The five dark creatures were present but they didn't look strong, rather they looked weak and exhausted. Their faces were washed with fear. In fact, three of them were lying on the ground in submission. There was a mighty battle going on! It looked as if an army of thousand had descended upon the creatures. But to my great surprise, there was only one man who was fighting all of these creatures. The man wore a yellow turban and a blue robe. His face was shining with determination. He wore two swords. He had chakkars on his turban. He was a warrior in the true sense of the word - as agile as a deer yet as powerful as a lion. In his hands, he held a rather strange looking sword. This sword was sharp on both sides and it shone with a brightness that I had not witnessed before. He was using the double edged sword to strike the dark creatures. With each strike they fell down but then would stagger up again and again to fight him. But his sword was a magic sword. With each strike, the creature grew weaker while the sword became more powerful and bright. It was as if the sword was seeping the strength of the creatures into itself. With a loud cry of pain, another dark creature fell into submission. The last creature left was the most powerful and the most cunning one. He would hide and come back in many forms - sometimes a hissing snake, sometimes a hellish devil, sometimes an alluring maiden, sometimes a feeble old man and sometimes a wailing old woman. But the warrior was no fool! It looked as though he had been trained by the most adept teacher. He would let the creature get close to him and then would strike him down again and again. It was no secret that before long the last creature would surrender. And the castle would belong to the warrior. I was rather impressed with the warrior and asked, "What gives him so much strength?" My guide laughed as if he had been waiting for this one particular question. He pointed to the double edged magic sword in the warrior's hand and said, "The Khanda of Naam."
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  11. I don't know if you checked but that article was pasted from the webpage mentioned right before the title heading.
  12. http://khalsapride.com/ChickenSoup/96.htm Prem Ki Jit! by Kamalla Rose Kaur Far as I can see Sikhi is pretty much the only major religion in this World that is Universalist, non-sexist, not-racist, anti-caste and class, and set up, by Guru Gobind Singh, to be non-authoritarian, meaning it is an anti-cult movement as well! Guru Nanak and Guru Gobind Singh fought against Baboon Troop social dynamics (authoritarian hierarchies) way back in a time and place where this was still hopeless. Yet, because of them, women do NOT sit in the back of Sikhi. Meanwhile I was raised in a Protestant Christian culture where the basic dogma IS highly sexist, exclusive, non-Universalist etc. Yet Protestant Christians are WAY ahead of every other religion on Earth in empowering women into equal authority with their men. Thus even though at the level of core belief, women in the West are constantly fighting Eve's battle, Christianity is the best choice for women in a practical sense. We can speak from the pulpit within Christianity. Of course, throughout the World women are more religious than men are. Women pray and meditate more, attend Temples and Churches more, do more seva, and we keep the charities going. Women are far less likely to misuse power when we attain it. Far less likely to sell our souls for sex, $tuff and/or power. We have Worldwide better statistics when it comes to resisting the urge to murder and rape and every other criminal activity. Women start less wars. This is not to say that women are better than men in all areas, but in the area of ETHICS the data is clear and profound. And the reasons for this has to do with Baboon Troop mentality as much as anything else. Men, to be good men, need to give up the urge to be Alpha Male, King of the Castle, Guru and CEO. Women, in order to help men, to help our planet, to help Sikhi, help ourselves and our children, need to give up the idea that we NEED men and that we are in competition with other women for men's attention. This is distinct from whether women WANT men- we do- or rather we want our ONE man. But we want men, Fathers, Brothers, Husbands, Uncles, Nephews, and Sons who are "good guys", men who can quickly and easily disband the Baboon Troop, authoritarian hierarchies, for the sake of Sikhi and the planet. Sikhi is on a World stage now and it is embarrassing to say that Sikhi is a Universalist, non-sexist, non-racist, anti-cult, anti-caste and anti-class MOVEMENT when the truth is that Sikhi looks like a regional traditional sect from the Punjab India- prone to cults, stuck with arranged marriages (the ultimate caste/class game), sexist and with a tendency to sound mighty racist quite a lot of the time too! Sikhi needs a unifying, pro-active cause, something we can all get behind and work together on. We need something to show the World (that has forgotten our incredible history and ignors our present persecution) how amazing Sikhs are! And what better cause than Sikhi itself? What better way to share our tradition and our strength and our huge capacity to fight for the right, than to declare that Sikhi is a Universalist, non-sexist, non-racist, anti-cult, anti-caste and class, religion, and then PROVE it? The World doesn't believe anything like this is possible, of course. To go quickly from a traditional male dominated, superstitious, authoritarian Baboon Troop society, to being the kind of culture Guru Nanak was dreaming of? To transform into being the kind of religion that women the World over could feel excited, supported, empowered and happy to join? To be the kind of movement that teaches that change and transformation are possible in this World? To have Sikhi suddenly show it's stuff and take it's place as a major World religion and force? My Western friends think I am totally crazy and most the Sikh men I deal with have a "there there child" tone in their responses to me as well. But to quote a very famous and beloved Western visionary " You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one..." Sikhi has a tradition of doing amazing acts of righteousness. Only Sikhi has this tradition. Who else but Sikhs can teach the lesson that only Sikhi teaches? Mind you, I am not interested in converting the World to Sikhi. That is NOT what is important at all. Yet this Planet desperately NEEDS Sikhi. This Planet needs Sikhs to do what Sikhs do best- for the glory of Universalism and the love of the human potential, MORE than for the Glory of Sikhi. Only Sikhs have ever run into battle screaming PREM KI JIT (Love Be The Victory)! Before materialism and Baboon Bosses succeed in conquering Sikhi and the World, and destroying GOOD simply for their own ego-gratification, why not fight? Prem Ki Jit
  13. http://khalsapride.com/ChickenSoup/991.htm Have Faith (True Story) At the time of Indira Gandhi's assassination... My story begins here about one Sikh gentleman, a friend of a friend, who was captured at night by a gang of angry ruffians determined to do some serious damage. They abused him sufficiently, beat him up, made him nice and soft and then took him to a deserted lumber mill. There, they tied him up and lifted him onto a chopping block where an immense electric saw would, if used correctly, cut logs into long even planks of wood, or in this case, cleave this poor Sikh in two. The inflamed men started up the machinery and the saw began to whirl away. The Sikh realised his time had almost come. He gave up his struggling and began to sing the 'MOOL MANTR', "EK OANKAR, SAT NAM, KARTA PURAKH, NIR BHO..." His courage welled up within him and he began to shout the sacred chant at the top of his lungs. Suddenly, which is not uncommon in India, the power failed. All the electricity shut down and the men were surrounded in immediate darkness. Being sensitive to superstition, these men were spooked. This Sikh had started chanting and obviously something answered his call. They were freaked out. They grabbed for one another and with frightened voices. It took them a moment to gather their senses whereupon they turned and high tailed it out of there. They left like lightening and dared not even look behind them as they ran away. The Sikh claims he need never doubt again. So, Have A Little Faith!!
  14. http://khalsapride.com/ChickenSoup/99.htm A Commendable Response to a Shocking Experience Sartaj Singh While studying for final exams, a girl that I know from one of my classes sat with my friend and I. All three of us had the same exam the next morning. She asked if she could join us and we both agreed with no hesitation.She and I are acquaintances, since we had this one class together. She happens to be Pakistani and was born here in the states as I am a Sardar and am too born here in the states. While studying, she stopped and looked to me and stated that in my culture hair is kept as a sign of showing that all the Muslims in the world are not dead. She continued to state that in my culture that the hair would not be cut until all Muslims in the world are dead. My friend and I looked at each other in shock and then I looked at her and asked where did she hear this information from. She then stated that another Pakistani girl from campus told her this. That other girl too is born here in the states as well. In shock, I quickly tried to explain to her That these statements are totally false. I quickly explained the importance of keeping hair In Sikhi, as a identity of our religion. But the damage has been done. It shocks me that she and this other girl believe this and the fact that thoughts from 500 years ago today still remain and are being taught to the first generation of children from the indo-pak area born here In America. That ignorance still continues out of fear of not understanding. I discussed what happened to me with several of My friends, both Sikh and non Sikh. All of them were in shock as well, and could not believe these statement were made. Many reacted out of anger and stated very heated feelings. And at first, I was angered as well. I did not know what to do or what to say, let alone if I should retaliate or not. But after some thinking, I believe That the only thing I can do is just to show love to these two girls, not hate. I happen to know who That other girl is who stated these assumptions to the Pakistani girl in my class. That other Pakistani girl happens to be good friends with My roommate, who is a Sikh as well, but clean shaven. I quickly joked to change the mood when I was there and said "well, you know my roommate is a Sikh and he's clean shaven, so maybe you should talk to him because he cuts his hair so he must think all the Muslims In the world are dead, not me." But then I spoke to my father, And he reminded me that even though Guru Ram Das (I believe) planned and started the building of the golden temple, it was a Muslim who laid down the first stone. And also that In the Guru Granth Sahib there are Muslim priests who have there scriptures written in there, such as Kabir. But it ultimately comes down to love. Not all Hindus or Muslims are bad, just like unfortunately not all Sikhs are good. Just because these two girls believe this viewpoint should not mean that I and everyone else should show hate towards them or there culture, regardless of the bitter history between Sikhs and Muslims from yesterday and today. I must show love to both of these women and educate them on why Sikhs do keep there hair and retain there identity, so that they too can realize there thoughts are incorrect. Hopefully they will soon realize the truth to the issue and how there beliefs are false. I will be approaching both of these women again once the semester starts and show nothing but love as I discuss this matter with them. So, basically all I am saying is that hate will get you no where. Love will triumph over all. So as we live in this world, love all people and be nice to all - regardless of race or religion. Because once you part from people and those people move onto different parts of this world and when they see another sardar or a sardarni, they will have positive feelings toward them. Because if you do something good or bad to one, they will tell others. Many will try to combat them and say- for example- that Sikhs are bad. But if they have received kindness And love from one Sikh, they will quickly stop them and state that this is false. I hope my thoughts I have shared spark some thoughts In your own minds as well. It is something definitely to think about.
  15. http://khalsapride.com/ChickenSoup/95.htm "No other race is as brave as the Sikhs are..." From Sikh religion, history and character, I am overwhelmingly influenced to resign from my high job, so as to make a deeper research. No other race is as brave as the Sikhs are. No other religion is as Humane, on Principles, as the Sikh religion is. Sikh sense of living is the purest of all. Gurbani is a source of Comforting Peace and unity of all. Unlike the scriptures of other creeds, Sikh scriptures do not contain love stories or accounts of wars waged for selfish considerations. They contain sublime truths, the study of which cannot but Elevate the Reader spiritually, morally, and socially. There are least things of sectarianism in them. They teach and inspire the believer with an ambition to Serve his fellow men, to sacrifice all and die for their sake. Macauliff further observes: Many of the great teachers of the world have known, have not left a line of their own composition, and we only knew what they taught through tradition or second hand information. If Pythagorean wrote any of tenets, his writings have not descended to us. We knew the teachings of Socrates only through the writings of Plato and Xenophone. Buddha has left no written memorials of his teaching. Kung fu-tze, known to Europeans as Confucius, left no documents in which he detailed the principles of his moral and social system. The Founder of Christianity did not reduce his doctrines to writing, and from them we are obliged to trust the gospels according to Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. The Arabian Prophet did not himself reduce to writing the chapters of the Quran. They were written or completed by his adherents and followers. But the compositions of the Sikh Gurus are preserved and we know first hand what they taught. They employed the vehicle of verse, which is generally unalterable by copyist, and we even become in time, familiar with their different styles. No spurious compositions or extraneous dogmas, can therefore be represented as theirs. Based on the Unity of God, it rejected Hindu formulations and adopted an independent -ethical system. It would be difficult to point to a religion of Greater Originality or to a more comprehensive ethical system. By Macauliffe (Dy. Commissioner)
  16. http://khalsapride.com/Strength/SecondSeries/9.html A TRUE WARRIOR (A short story) Once there was a father and daughter. The father was a true SARBLOH WARRIOR, a true SANT-SIPAHI and he had been given a saropa for his braveness from Guru Gobind Singh Jee. The daughter once said to her father when very young "Father, when I grow up I want to be a true SARBLOH WARRIOR like you." The father replied, "daughter, you will only be a true Sarbloh Warrior when you are able to answer one question - "How do you worship GOD?" The daughter looked at her father confused. The father sent his daughter to the greatest swordsmen to learn the art of fighting. Ten years later she became skilled in twenty weapons. The father returned and asked his daughter - "How do you worship GOD?" Again she couldn't answer. He said, "Then you are still not a true Sarbloh Warrior!" Then he left. He returned ten years later. She could now take on more than fifty people at one time alone. He again asked her the question she couldn't answer. He took out his kirpaan and attacked her while she was standing, but she failed to draw her shaster and protect herself. He asked her again -"How do You Worship GOD?" She could not answer. 5 years later her training was over and she became one of the best. She could fight blindfolded and take on anyone. But her father still said that she wasn't a Sarbloh Warrior. One day, while she was about to go to sleep, her father attacked her and she awoke and drew her sword, blocked and threw her father to the floor. He then asked her - "How do you worship GOD?" and then she realised and she replied: "ALWAYS!" He said, "Well done my daughter, now you are a TRUE Sarbloh Warrior, from within and without!" A TRUE SARBLOH WARRIOR is always ready and never forgets the SARBLOH KHARAG (KIRPAN), and never forgets the GIAN KHARAG (NAAM) , and the SARBLOH WARRIOR keeps both ready and close to their heart AT ALL TIMES, *ALWAYS* and forever and ever and ever... SATGURU GIAN KHARAG GUR HAT DEENA, JAMKANKAR MAAR BIDARE The True Guru has placed the sword of spiritual wisdom in my hands; I have overcome and slain the Messenger of Death (Guru Amar Das Sahib Jee) JAA KO HAR RANG LAGO IS JUG ME SOI KEHAT HE SURA Only those who are coloured in rang of the Naam within the age of Kaliyug, are known as true warriors DHAN JIO TE KO JAG ME MUKH TE HAR CHIT ME JUDH VICHARE Only know them to be great, who have the Name of God on their lips and have the state of mind to fight for justice ALWAYS. (Guru Gobind Singh Jee) SADA SADA JAPEEYAI HAR NAAM, POORAN HOE MAN KE KAAM In the early hours of the morning, I chant the Lord's Name. I have fashioned a shelter for myself, here and hereafter. Forever and ever, I chant the Lord's Name, and the desires of my mind are fulfilled. (Ang 745) (contribution by T. Singh)
  17. http://khalsapride.com/ChickenSoup/a3.htm Bravery & the Sikh Spirit The following are excerpts from the book 'Crisis of Leadership' by Maj. General M. Khan of Pakistan about the bravery of the Sikh soldiers during the Indo-Pak war. "...the main reason of our defeat was Sikhs fighting facing us. We were helpless to do anything in front of them. Sikhs are very brave and they have a great craving for martyrdom. They fight so fiercely that they are capable of defeating an army many times bigger than theirs. ....On 3rd December 1971, we fiercely and vigorously attacked the Indian army with our infantry brigade near Hussainiwala border. This brigade included Pakistan army's fighter Punjabi regiment together with the Baloch regiment. Within minutes we pushed the Indian army quite far back. Their defence posts fell under our control. The Indian army was retreating back very fast and the Pakistani army was going forward with a great speed. Our army reached near the Kausre-Hind post. There was a small segment of the Indian army appointed to defend that post and their soldiers belonged to the Sikh Regiment. A few number of the Sikh Regiment stopped our way forward like an iron wall. They loudly greeted us with the ovation of 'Bole-so-Nihal' and attacked us like blood thirsty hungry lions and hawks. All these soldiers were Sikhs. There was even a dreadful hand-to-hand battle. The sky filled with roars of 'Yaa Ali' and 'Sat-Siri-Akal'. Even in this hand-to-hand fighting the Sikhs fought so bravely that all our desires, aspirations and dreams were shattered. .....In this war Lt. Col Gulab Hussain of Baloch Regiment got killed. With him Major Mohammed Zaeef and Captain Arif Alim also died. It was difficult to count the number of soldiers who got killed. We were astonished to see the courage of those handful of Sikh soldiers. When we seized the possession of the three-storey defence post of concrete, the Sikh soldiers went onto the roof and kept on persistently opposing us. The whole night they kept on showering fires on us and continued shouting the loud ovation of 'Sat-Siri-Akal'. These Sikh soldiers kept on the encounter till the next day. Next d ay the Pakistani tanks surrounded this post and bombed it with guns. Those handful of Sikhs got martyred in this encounter while resisting us, but other Sikh soldiers then destroyed our tanks with the help of their artillery. Fighting with great bravery they kept on marching forward and thus our army lost its foothold. ....Alas, a handful of Sikhs converted our great victory into a big defeat and shattered our confidence and courage. ....The same thing happened with us in Dhaka (Bangladesh). In the battle of Jaissur, the Singhs opposed the Pakistani army so fiercely that our backbone and our foothold was lost. This became the main and important reason of our defeat and the Sikhs' fancy for martyrdom and mockery with death for the sake of safety and honour of the country, became the sole cause of their victory. The bravery and spirit of sacrifice of Sikhs were respected and honoured by one and all."
  18. Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki fateh. As a young child of about 3 holding my late dad's finger and walking along one evening reciting Rehrass...i distinctly remember hearing hoof beats following us at the back....when i turned to have a look..my dad reprimanded me and said" Dont look back. It is a shaheed Singh Ji and he is following us because we are reciting GURBANI. At age 12 due to some financial difficulties my dad and mum had to work out station and we children were left on our own. I being the ledest was in charge. We would go upstairs to our second storey balcony and gaze far to see dad coming back every evening. One night we waited until almost midnight and dad still hadnt tunred up...suddenly we heard a neighing sound and a Shastar Dharee Singh Ji on a White Horse so tall that it reached up to the second story balcony appeared in front of us in a shining white light and we heard a voice that dad was in the local hospital in a coma due to an accident. I quickly got downstairs and cycled five miles to the local hospital and sure enough there was my dad with two broken arms after being involved in a motor accident...the surgeon wanted to shave his arms for an operation to reset the badly smashed bone and he awoke just in time to say no way...he healed very well without any surgery. Later my dad related to me that this particular shaheed singh was a Bhai Darshan Singh who had been martyred in a Battle with a Muslim soldier and he had been appearing regularly in our hour of need. In 1975 while in Singapore, i was on a road shoulder of a busy road waiting to cross and somehow i got so engrossed in my paath that i ddint realise i had stepped on the road and begun crossing..right in front of a speeding bus....suddenly i got such a strong "kick" in the butt that I went flying to the opposite side...safe and sound but shocked at a narrow escape..when i reached home...my dad was on the phone from Kuala Lumpur 250 miles away scolding me for being so careless...if not for Shaheed darshan Singh Ji he told me I would be history by now. The last thing my dad told me before he left this world in 1984 was that a very major event is about to take place in Punjab and that he was going to join the shaheed faujaan as a nimana soldier......he had taken a hukmnama a week before and knew his end was near.... just four weeks later Bluestar took place. These are a few of my own personal experiences with this special aspect of "spiritual" life. as far as i know these are not "bhoots" or roohaan as we normally think of. They are special forces and they have their own rules and practises most of which are beyond our realm. Mostly they keep out of our way but on ocassion if help is warranted they do help. Thats all I cna say with conviction. dass jarnail Singh.
  19. hmmm...I see where you coming from now :D well enlighten me then! :idea: yes I am aware of that, and well done. By the way there have been Muslim musicians who played tabla in the Gurdwaras before 1947, does that make them Sikhs? that be great if naamdharis start regarding SRI GURU GRANTH SAHIB as their Guru! awesome! agreed well then refute it by all means, you haven't done that except call it false. then they would leave for sure. I am glad to know that as well. anything else you might wanna add? Also, be careful how you use your words. I (Mehtab Singh) have not gone around singing Gurbani in filmi tunes and printing Granth Sahibs with ten thousand errors in each Volume and doing 'saskaar' of old invaluable Priceless Birs of Sri Aad Granth Sahib. I have not sounded rude and/or offensive in my tone even though you have a differing opinion from mine, and if you are sane and rational, the same is expected from you.
  20. waheguru ji ka khalsa waheguru ji ki fateh karmjeet veerjee, amazing post! love can work wonders! fatehsingh veerjee, anyone who disrespects SRI GURU GRANTH SAHIB JEE, what kind of tolerance are we as Sikhs expected to show them? Yes in a way you are right that as a forum this may seem not all that right, but then again we are not stopping any naamdharis to come here and refute whats been said, are we? If that was done, then it could have been pointed out as intolerance. This is just a sakhi telling us that the love of a true Khalsa for Guruji is enough to scare off anyone who doesn't respect Guruji, and that too without using any force at all. Lets appreciate that amazing love!! bhul chuk maaf waheguru ji ka khalsa waheguru ji ki fateh
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