You were present at your own murder.
You just didn't die
Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace--but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
sorry for not visiting more often, and again sorry that this is more than a little off topic but its news worthy!
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Amritsar, October 5
In a bizarre incident, agitated activists of the Guru Granth Sahib Satkar Committee picked up two brothers from the shop of famous publishers Jeewan Singh Chattar Singh and Sons, near Golden Temple, and blackened their faces in full public view. They later dragged them to a room of the Akal Takht secretariat here this evening.
Welcome back. We're always delighted to see an old friend. And I'm not really sure what the topic of this post is! That statement just struck me as applying to my own situation. Except, of course, I did die and was revived.
ReplyDeleteAs for the story. I've said for years a turban - or even all 5 Ks - and a Singh or Kaur somewhere in your name don't make you a Sikh.
No doubt these fools would sell their own mother for a slight profit, as well. No wonder GREED is one of the big, bad five. Personally, I think they got off easy. What if the nihangs had come after them...?
BTW, my referrals list shows quite a few visitors coming here from your blog. So we all work together, eh?
i wish they all came here, it'd maybe be worth me wasting so much time writing my nonsense!
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totally agree with your point, just having an outer image of a Sikh is dangerous!
the responsibility we take on our shoulders by wearing the 5k's - any slight moment of weakness, in anger or even through tiredness can create a bad reputation for our entire people.
Such is the blessing of this identity! cant hide even we if wanted to :D
thank you for your kind words mother ji
Oh, my dear Confused Young(?) Khalsa,
ReplyDeleteYour writing is not nonsense. It helps and ecourages me. I just wish you would post more often!
I have been taught that part of the meaning of the 5Ks is precisely that: we can't hide.
I know for us back in 1984 that inability to hide became a very, very big deal. Those who chose to cut their hairs and run, lived. Most of those who did not achieved shaheedi.
I have often told people to remember, in dealing with the Khalsa, you are dealing with people who would rather die by torture than get a haircut. That usually has to desired effect of getting them to think twice. Now, it is for the Khalsa to live up to this statement.
'mother ji'? I am honoroured. Unworthy, but honoured.
"I have often told people to remember, in dealing with the Khalsa, you are dealing with people who would rather die by torture than get a haircut. That usually has to desired effect of getting them to think twice. Now, it is for the Khalsa to live up to this statement."
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I just pray when we are tested again we have the Guru (Gurbani) inside us to live up to these high ideals. With Guru Sahibs kirpa the Khalsa will rise again, only to be cut down and to rise stronger again.
Seems crazy how that cycle of history only repeats itself when people make sacrifices of their lives to wake others (sleeping/content folk) up to the injustices... like the monks in Burma I suppose.
honoured is me. :)
Hi, again Confused Khalsa,
ReplyDeleteI think one of the unfortunate casualties of 1984 is our ability to laugh at ourselves. I don't mean, of course, those awful demeaning 'jokes' that aren't even funny; I mean the ability to look at ourselves with a little bit of humour.
Honestly, for those few readers here old enough to remember, don't you miss the easy laughter, the ability we had to see the funny side of things? As I remember growing up, laughter was the dominant sound in our household. My Dad, a Gursihk if one ever lived, was the originator of that statement. He always said it with one hand on his kirpan, the other stroking his beard - he had a magnificdent beard - and a big, proud laugh.
I know, don't ask me how I know, but I know, Guru Gobind Singh Ji, in spite of all his suffering, had a big, strong laugh.
I hope you have read the most recent post about Surinder Karkar Singh Ji. The spirit of the Khalsa lives. Raj Karenga Khalsa!
Let's all honour each other. :)
Not sure I get this statement, but ok.
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