My Jathaa Is The Best!

[shaheediyan]

By Teji Kaur

I wanted to belong to one who I loved only then could I ever be whole

I wanted The one whose compassion instantly broke my anger to pieces

the one who melted my heart and made it smile over and over when Kaljug took its toll

whenever I was broken he was alway there to heal me as I went over lifes confusing bumps and creases

I longed to be his and dreamed of being his wife

I dreamed of hearing the unspoken speach of love and affection

I dreamed of making his tender sweetness my comfort in trouble and strife

I wanted to build my home in his perfect perfection day and night I would cherish the connection

finnaly the day came when I would join him in his permanant palace

I was to recieve the Amrit the necter of life and join my Lord

I was to be liberated from my bodys flaws no more anger, greed or ego-filled malice

And so my soul became elavated and ecstatic as I embraced the exilir of the double eged sword

For so long my heart was always his but now its official I thought

meanwhile day and night I enjoyed belonging to my wonderous husband

My heart was never lonely nor did my mind ever become distraught

How could ones spirit ever hurt when they have the power of Gods hand

But then would day I met someone who said my life was totally wrong

This was not the way to worship God he said that not how it goes

than he asked me how I do simran and said it was incorecct all along

and to follow his jatha cause only his jatha knows

So I listened about his jatha and my heart filled up with wonder and prem

I loved every bit of Bhai Randhir Singh jis messege and doctrine of jeeven

I followed the akj rehit in hapiness my burning soul peaceful and tame till another messenger came

and I allowed myself to get brainwashed again thinking my bumpy soul would leven

The Sikh He said give up Akj become a nihung

Akj is all about looking good they are pakhand not panthic at all

come on look at their Simran look how its sung

dont you wanna join the army of those strong as a mountain twice as tall

I listened to the teachings and they Vibrated inside

My heart longed to be a nihung but I still loved Akj

Regardless from that day onwards it was with the Gurus Laadli fauj I would abide

or so I thought Till once again a Sikh cane to show me the way once more my soul was to sway

I head the amazing love filled voice of the angels and listed to his Sakhis in awe

I saw God in the face of The Saint in all his glory and extol

Nanaksar Sahib made its place in my heart it was the only way I saw

But still I could not forget the way of life of the Nihungs or Akj from my soul

Than one day a Singh came from Damdami Taksal

He was so brave and so paka in rehit

I thought I would love to join Sant Jis Jatha this is my true call

I would be Taksali and that was that

Untill I heard the Chardi Kala Jatha play

And saw the faces of 3h0

Bibi Snatam Kaur just made my day

3ho was the way to go

I lived in Peace one day I woke to do my nitnem

My heart was wavering confused

I had forgotten the meaning of life and who I am

My soul was broken and confused

I loved the nihungs but akj too

3h0 had a place within me

I was bound to Nanaksar Sahib through and though

The Taksal experience could last eternity

So who do I follow where do I go

All of the Bhramgianis were right

So which jatha to join I don’t know

Their were so many differences but each Unparelled inspite

Do I eat meat or not

What color and style should I tie my dastaar

Such trivial matters but my mind still faught

From the truth I wandered far and far

I missed those days when it was me and my Guru

and I was just his period

The days where I would do Simran in the language of love and dwell on the One whose True

The days where I was free to dance how God moved me and be happy whatever he did

Suddenly it seemed so excruciatinly confusing

Nothing was right nor was it wrong

Hanging on by hopes famous last sting

I wondered where is it that I belong

Than I looked to the sky and remembered the day, the feeling, the monment the true belief

The reason I live, the inspirer of rehit, my Satguru my jaan and support

I remembered the one to who I belonged and who was their to share my trouble and grief

as I gave up all other colors My hear intuitively led my feet to his court

After roaming around I was home to my maharaj

And I asked Guru Ji for the answer

I folderd my hands and offered my body soul and laaj

And placed my faith in one who no obstacle could deter

As I prayed I felt it all it was all right their ahead

The source of all the necter, bliss, and power

The Guru to whom all great Saints bowed their head

The one who mended the broken and loved the meek and at the same time made the 5 sinners cower

Sitting there in Guru Jis Hazoori I found the one who filled the heart of Baba Nand Singh Ji

The one whose love inspires the Nihungs to fight save lakh se ik

The one whose bani enticed the mind of Sant Jarnail Singh Ji

The one who Bhai Randhir Singh ji called his sacha tek

The one who pulled 3ho on the path by sending wandering hearts his call

The source of all this greatness Amazingly Was always there sitting right in front of me

He was the ocean and the source of it all

All the saints came from Guru Granth Sahib Ji

The love was with all there in the bani of all the Gurus and so was the strength

Even though my dastar is not always gol I could still stand for justice like taksal

I could still do simran with each breath like Akj and wear a keski of any length

I could wear a chola like 3ho and fight to defend my kaum with the dal

I relized that this was the truth the teachings of the saints

They wanted Guru jis love thats it !They did not want a wakhree kaum

It doesn’t matter what one calls themself nor does dressing in various turban colors styles and taints

What is the use if you still havent found your home

The Saints are all one with the shabad all perfect and unflawed

And they all want us to follow that way as well

For it is love and compassion that lead to God

And pakhandi rituals pave the way to hell

So with the grace of the saints lets unite in the shelter of our true jatha

The Khalsa panth jathedhar Guru Granth Sahib Ji Maharajjjjj

Lets give him our hearts our souls and let him give us the naam with his hand upon our matha

We are his He is ours and that’s the truth of the Khalsa Fauj

________________________________________

[randip singh]

By Teji Kaur

I wanted to belong to one who I loved only then could I ever be whole

I wanted The one whose compassion instantly broke my anger to pieces

the one who melted my heart and made it smile over and over when Kaljug took its toll

whenever I was broken he was alway there to heal me as I went over lifes confusing bumps and creases

I longed to be his and dreamed of being his wife

I dreamed of hearing the unspoken speach of love and affection

I dreamed of making his tender sweetness my comfort in trouble and strife

I wanted to build my home in his perfect perfection day and night I would cherish the connection

finnaly the day came when I would join him in his permanant palace

I was to recieve the Amrit the necter of life and join my Lord

I was to be liberated from my bodys flaws no more anger, greed or ego-filled malice

And so my soul became elavated and ecstatic as I embraced the exilir of the double eged sword

For so long my heart was always his but now its official I thought

meanwhile day and night I enjoyed belonging to my wonderous husband

My heart was never lonely nor did my mind ever become distraught

How could ones spirit ever hurt when they have the power of Gods hand

But then would day I met someone who said my life was totally wrong

This was not the way to worship God he said that not how it goes

than he asked me how I do simran and said it was incorecct all along

and to follow his jatha cause only his jatha knows

So I listened about his jatha and my heart filled up with wonder and prem

I loved every bit of Bhai Randhir Singh jis messege and doctrine of jeeven

I followed the akj rehit in hapiness my burning soul peaceful and tame till another messenger came

and I allowed myself to get brainwashed again thinking my bumpy soul would leven

The Sikh He said give up Akj become a nihung

Akj is all about looking good they are pakhand not panthic at all

come on look at their Simran look how its sung

dont you wanna join the army of those strong as a mountain twice as tall

I listened to the teachings and they Vibrated inside

My heart longed to be a nihung but I still loved Akj

Regardless from that day onwards it was with the Gurus Laadli fauj I would abide

or so I thought Till once again a Sikh cane to show me the way once more my soul was to sway

I head the amazing love filled voice of the angels and listed to his Sakhis in awe

I saw God in the face of The Saint in all his glory and extol

Nanaksar Sahib made its place in my heart it was the only way I saw

But still I could not forget the way of life of the Nihungs or Akj from my soul

Than one day a Singh came from Damdami Taksal

He was so brave and so paka in rehit

I thought I would love to join Sant Jis Jatha this is my true call

I would be Taksali and that was that

Untill I heard the Chardi Kala Jatha play

And saw the faces of 3h0

Bibi Snatam Kaur just made my day

3ho was the way to go

I lived in Peace one day I woke to do my nitnem

My heart was wavering confused

I had forgotten the meaning of life and who I am

My soul was broken and confused

I loved the nihungs but akj too

3h0 had a place within me

I was bound to Nanaksar Sahib through and though

The Taksal experience could last eternity

So who do I follow where do I go

All of the Bhramgianis were right

So which jatha to join I don’t know

Their were so many differences but each Unparelled inspite

Do I eat meat or not

What color and style should I tie my dastaar

Such trivial matters but my mind still faught

From the truth I wandered far and far

I missed those days when it was me and my Guru

and I was just his period

The days where I would do Simran in the language of love and dwell on the One whose True

The days where I was free to dance how God moved me and be happy whatever he did

Suddenly it seemed so excruciatinly confusing

Nothing was right nor was it wrong

Hanging on by hopes famous last sting

I wondered where is it that I belong

Than I looked to the sky and remembered the day, the feeling, the monment the true belief

The reason I live, the inspirer of rehit, my Satguru my jaan and support

I remembered the one to who I belonged and who was their to share my trouble and grief

as I gave up all other colors My hear intuitively led my feet to his court

After roaming around I was home to my maharaj

And I asked Guru Ji for the answer

I folderd my hands and offered my body soul and laaj

And placed my faith in one who no obstacle could deter

As I prayed I felt it all it was all right their ahead

The source of all the necter, bliss, and power

The Guru to whom all great Saints bowed their head

The one who mended the broken and loved the meek and at the same time made the 5 sinners cower

Sitting there in Guru Jis Hazoori I found the one who filled the heart of Baba Nand Singh Ji

The one whose love inspires the Nihungs to fight save lakh se ik

The one whose bani enticed the mind of Sant Jarnail Singh Ji

The one who Bhai Randhir Singh ji called his sacha tek

The one who pulled 3ho on the path by sending wandering hearts his call

The source of all this greatness Amazingly Was always there sitting right in front of me

He was the ocean and the source of it all

All the saints came from Guru Granth Sahib Ji

The love was with all there in the bani of all the Gurus and so was the strength

Even though my dastar is not always gol I could still stand for justice like taksal

I could still do simran with each breath like Akj and wear a keski of any length

I could wear a chola like 3ho and fight to defend my kaum with the dal

I relized that this was the truth the teachings of the saints

They wanted Guru jis love thats it !They did not want a wakhree kaum

It doesn’t matter what one calls themself nor does dressing in various turban colors styles and taints

What is the use if you still havent found your home

The Saints are all one with the shabad all perfect and unflawed

And they all want us to follow that way as well

For it is love and compassion that lead to God

And pakhandi rituals pave the way to hell

So with the grace of the saints lets unite in the shelter of our true jatha

The Khalsa panth jathedhar Guru Granth Sahib Ji Maharajjjjj

Lets give him our hearts our souls and let him give us the naam with his hand upon our matha

We are his He is ours and that’s the truth of the Khalsa Fauj

________________________________________

hehe...when I read the Akj part and DDt parts my heart sank....then I read it all.....hahah nice one and sums up how I feel.

[ipledgeblue]

jatheybandiya da shadoh khera

[shaheediyan]

Jaathan Paathan da vi shadoh... lol.

[ipledgeblue]

puraatan culture is important whatever it is

[chatanga1]

puraatan culture is important whatever it is

why?

is it even more important than Gurmat?

[ipledgeblue]

gurmat is also puratan

we should follow puaratan sampradaiy

[Kaljug]

gurmat is also puratan

Taking a crap and wiping your ass with leaves is also puraatan, I guess we should all start doing that also.

There is no place in Sikhi for caste, it makes no difference if a hundred years ago some idiots couldn't free themselves of the mental slavery of Hindu customs.

K.

[Mithar]

Taking a crap and wiping your ass with leaves is also puraatan, I guess we should all start doing that also.

There is no place in Sikhi for caste, it makes no difference if a hundred years ago some idiots couldn't free themselves of the mental slavery of Hindu customs.

K.

I completely agree. Anyone who is proud of caste is going contrary to Gurmat philosophy. Caste means nothing. If it means something to worldly people then so be it, but it should never mean anything to a Sikh of Guru Gobind Singh Jee. If a person cannot abandon caste, then they cannot progress spiritually as a Sikh which is what our focus as Sikhs should be.

[ipledgeblue]

Taking a crap and wiping your ass with leaves is also puraatan, I guess we should all start doing that also.

There is no place in Sikhi for caste, it makes no difference if a hundred years ago some idiots couldn't free themselves of the mental slavery of Hindu customs.

K.

so i guess tribes like zulu and aztecs, and not forgetting anglos, saxons and vikings are also mental slaves of the hindu customs?

or does it only apply to indian tribes, in your version of gurmat??

and here we go again about caste debate, some people just have to have a go at the "castes" or people from certain tribes right, must be in their blood?

Edited August 18, 2009 by londondajatt

[Kaljug]

so i guess tribes like zulu and aztecs, and not forgetting anglos, saxons and vikings are also mental slaves of the hindu customs?

or does it only apply to indian tribes, in your version of gurmat??

and here we go again about caste debate, some people just have to have a go at the "castes" or people from certain tribes right, must be in their blood?

Well, here's a clue since you seem to be lacking in the clue department: we're talking about Indians like you.

There is no caste debate. The Gurus abolished the caste system, how clear do I have to make it for you? And quit being an idiot, it's in no one's blood to "have a go at caste," a Sikh simpply does not believe in such notions.

K.

[ipledgeblue]

so is it ok to be from a tribe, or must we destroy all the tribes and enforce our our own superior culture and one race on them like the christians and muslims have done all over the world, and Hitler tried

or lets just make more "jathas", but obviously not a jatha of nihang singhs

should we write a "our caste is the best" poem, similar to the jatha one? lol

Edited August 18, 2009 by londondajatt

[Kaljug]

so is it ok to be from a tribe, or must we destroy all the tribes and enforce our our own superior culture and one race on them like the christians and muslims have done all over the world, and Hitler tried

or lets just make more "jathas", but obviously not a jatha of nihang singhs

should we write a "our caste is the best" poem, similar to the jatha one? lol

So Sikhi, which abolished the caste system, is akin to Hitler's National Socialism? Are you actually retarded?

I'm a Sikh, I have no caste, why on earth would I want to write an "our caste is best" poem?

K.

[shaheediyan]

"or lets just make more "jathas", but obviously not a jatha of nihang singhs"

Sorry, could you elaborate?

[ipledgeblue]

maybe making more different "jathas" would get rid of the caste problem for these guys

[ipledgeblue]

So Sikhi, which abolished the caste system, is akin to Hitler's National Socialism?

No but removing peoples tribes is, its no better than the mughals or the christians who destroyed tribes all over americas and africa and coverted them to christianity.

[shaheediyan]

Lol, LDJ, with all due respect, the tribes you are talking of 'today' can hardly be considered tribes in comparison to those that were extinguished by Europeans.

Jatts clans may have been a tribe hundreds of years ago, but only a foolish person would consider them a tribe now. They are no different from the Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, English neighbours they live alongside. They do not hold enough unique practices/culture to be considered unique.

A kaandani name like Nijjer, Gill, Maan, Sandhu etc is hardly enough justification for benig a tribe.

The whole notion of jaat paat in Punjab today is a nonsense, outside of India it is totally ridiculous!

Having interacted with all jaat paat myself at family level, I can say that there is hardly any differentiation today - in terms of physical character, mannerisms, rituals, bad characters i.e. drinking, smoking.. Gurmat life, kirtan, etc etc..

Jat, Chumaar, Thrkaan, Lohaar, Nai, Shimbai etc etc 95% have all adopted each others rvaaj - good and bad.

The other thing is that 'Jatt Tribe' fanatics forget that all the above mentioned jaat, would have also belonged to their tribe as well - as they are and always have been interdependant on each other - a tribe denotes a complete community - not just one part of it.

I think the term Jatt has evolved over time, and from it representing a tribe/people - it today represents a caste - or farmer caste to be specific. Its incompatible to compare Jatts of today with those of yesteryear in my opinion - a name is not qualification enough.

[Matheen]

Tribes still exist in Africa and the missionaries had no effect on them except for introducing religion. They are nothing like our caste system. Different tribes have different languages, different dress, different food, different physical features, different lifestyles etc.

Punjabis are indistinguishable from each other in those respects. Jatt/tarkhan/chamar etc are not tribes.

[Maha Singh]

The funniest thing about Jatt pride in the west is, how hardly any of them have knowledge of Kehti Baari, wouldnt know the difference between Chowna and Kamaadh but still go ranting over their Jaat. I even came accross one individual who was saying "Jatt Is King" lol.

[ipledgeblue]

Tribes still exist in Africa and the missionaries had no effect on them except for introducing religion. They are nothing like our caste system. Different tribes have different languages, different dress, different food, different physical features, different lifestyles etc.

Punjabis are indistinguishable from each other in those respects. Jatt/tarkhan/chamar etc are not tribes.

Hmm theer were sort of caste systems in africa, sich as hutus and the other tribe in their area, whetere fight still happen.

in uk there was low class, middle class, high class. even in victorian times, theer was a differentce where low class was servant class, and had different habits and a more party type lifestykle compared to the higher classes.

In punjab, for example in my pind, languaga sometimes differes between tribes/castes. some words are pronounced differently. It actually makes them stand out, or even ridiculed dor not speaking the "normal" langauge.

Physically indistingushable, i would say even peoples pughs differ lol Physical features perhaps less. Rehni sehni back in punjab, ALOT.

I mean even forums, some castes will complain more about castes onlimne and start preaching. there is one caste/tribe which is notorious for preaching about caste all over the nnet and sikh societies. They know who they are Ironically, they are also close to jatts haha. I guess t hey wouldn;t dare preach this stuff in the pends, just think they can do it outside. lol

[ipledgeblue]

I think the term Jatt has evolved over time, and from it representing a tribe/people - it today represents a caste - or farmer caste to be specific. Its incompatible to compare Jatts of today with those of yesteryear in my opinion - a name is not qualification enough.

hmm well there are a lot of non-farmer jatts these days.

well anyway tribe counts as more of a puratan sampraaday than a "jathebandi", then again it wasn;t I who started the caste topic in a thread about jatheys

Jatt/tarkhan/chamar etc are not tribes.

u cannot make it so, just by saying it

I am sure you guys could do better by making a separate thread, rather than spoiling a different thread.

or must it be brought up again and again everywhere?

Edited August 19, 2009 by londondajatt