Chatka…….

What is chatka? I asked some random people what chatka was and they said that it was a very old & barbaric way to kill goats. Wikipedia defines it as “chatka (literally, killed with a jerk, or hacked) is meat in which the animal has been killed quickly without suffering by an immediate, single strike of a sword or axe to sever the head. This kills the animal immediately because the spinal cord is severed.”

All of what’s written above is only slightly correct. Bhai Ranjit Singh explained what chatka was (which is the actual meaning of chatka) in an interview on 4th March 2001. Here’s a transcript of it, “The meaning of ‘Chatka’ is ‘to kill with a single blow’. Only that warrior can do Chatka who has strength, who has ‘Pentra’ (foot-work), and who has the knowledge. He who does not know even to strike, how can he do Chatka? With the indication of the eye, Chatka (kill with one strike)! If you say this [Gatka] is like cockerels scrapping, it is not a scrap of cockerels. In front of us is our history. If our Guru Sahib [Guru Hargobind] killed Paindeh Khan he took three blows but Chatka [Killed] him in one. Whoever he killed – if he killed someone with an arrow, he did it with one arrow. With one arrow he sent them [enemies] to the next world. He did not waste his arrows by shooting them into their legs or feet or missing their target. This is meaning of Chatka [to kill, opponent quickly and cleanly].”

Chatka is basically the gist of Shastar Vidya. Chatka can be done with any Shastar of your choice. Facing your opponent, you move on to him and chatka him; move on to the next, chatka and on to the next until you have no more opponents. Guru Sahib taught and practiced chatka. Why else could extremely outnumbered Sikhs win battles no enemy thought they could? Imagine yourself welding a Khanda, and apply techniques that Gatka employs, you’d have swung it so many times and your opponent would still be alive! Over and on top of that you’d be out of breath!

You might now be asking yourself why on earth do Sikh warriors or Akali Nihang warriors chatka goats. Well, we Homo-sapiens or humans have a natural animosity to bloodshed and to overcome this animosity, they chatka goats. Why goats? Akali Nihangs say that you require the same amount of effort to chatka goats and humans. If you look at a fully grown goat, you would realize that is about the size of a human neck!

 

Here’s an example of chatka, this was written in a British officer’s diary:

 

February fourth. —Not being on duty to-day, have had leisure to stroll round and examine our position. About one mile and a quarter of dusty glacis extends between the two camps. We have many advanced posts; most of which are vacated at sun-set. The Seik troops occupy both sides of the river, having, beside a ford, a well-constructed bridge of boats. The territory of the Punjaub looks quite as sterile a waste as our own.

We have many captured Seik prisoners in the camp; two fresh ones were brought in just now. They are both Akalis, an independent sect of religious fanatics : tall, hirsute specimens of humanity, above the ordinary height of Europeans, literally armed cap a pie. One musket, three swords, two bows, and a whole chevaux de frise of dirks and pistols, formed part of the defensive equipment of each. On their heads they wore the high pointed leather caps, on which were strung, graduating up from a large size to a small, the sharp quoits, which they know how to use with such deadly effect.

They were quickly stripped of all this gear, and were marching off under morning a welcome reinforcement of four officers, who on their road up country,had fallen in with Sir Harry Smith’s division, and were engaged in the action of Ariwal on the eighteenth of January. hands of one of them a quoit, bade him throw it. The fellow at first refused; but upon being twitted by a native Soubidar as to his ability to do so, the desire to vindicate his prowess quickly overcame his determination: seizing the quoit in his right hand, and inserting the fore-finger as an axis on which to revolve it, he caused it to rotate rapidly over his head, looking round at the same time for an appropriate mark. Sixty yards off, on a small mound, stood Colonel C’s favourite milk goat; another instant, and the quoit had quitted the Akali’s finger, and the goat lay in death, nearly decapitated; while, with a grin of guard, when Colonel C called them back, and placing in the malice at the dismayed C, the Seik faced to the right-about, and marched off with his captors.

Kisses Sweeter than wine

 

 Here’s a song sung by Peter Paul and Mary that i love so very much! i got no idea why but maybe its because it all about how life evolves or life back then. Maybe it’s because it tells a story of a sweet, simple life that i hope to have, that many of us hope to have……. well read on and decide  for yourself!

When I was a young man and never been kissed,
I got to thinking it over- what I had missed.
I got me a girl, I kissed her and then,
Oh Lord, I kissed her again.

I asked her to marry me and be my sweet wife,
And we would be so happy the rest of our lives.
I begged and I pleaded like a natural man,
And then, oh Lord, she gave me her hand.

I worked mighty hard and so did my wife,
Workin’ hand in hand to make a good life.
With corn in the field and wheat in the bins,
I was, oh Lord, the father of twins.

Our children, they numbered just about four,
They all had sweethearts knockin’ at the door.
They all got married and they didn’t hesitate;
I was, oh Lord, the grandmother of eight.

Now that we’re old, and ready to go,
We get to thinkin’ what happened a long time ago.
We had a lot of kids, trouble, and pain,
But, oh Lord, we’d do it again.

Something all should live by……..

Written by Sahib Sri Guru Gobind Singh Ji Maharaj,

O Lord of Thee these boons I ask

Let me never shun a righteous task.

Let me be fearless when I go to battle.

Give me faith that victory will be mine.

Give me power to sing Thy praise,

And when comes the time to end my life,

Let me fall in mighty strife.

Kirtan – The way i love it!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZatvdXdpCnY

Go watch it ! I played my rabab, my teacher on his, angad on his esraj, Gurjot on the Jori/Tabla.

Final moments of Guru Teg Bahadur Ji Maharaj

This article was written by my dad some 16 years ago, it is by far one of the best i have read, it’s long, but it’ll do you good if you read it!

The crowd has been swelling up for days.  Many came from far and near just to get a glimpse of Siri Guru Teg Bahadur Ji.  A sweeper sweeps the place as the water man follows, sprinkling water on the dusty ground.

 

Guru Ji takes a bath from a well close to the Kotwali, dresses up Himself using a white sheet of cloth.  As Guru Ji appears from the doors of the prison, the sweeper is first to notice Guru Ji coming.  He drops his broom, hurls himself to the ground and bows to his Master.  No one is unfamiliar with the sweeper, Bhai Jita, a Rangretta who is also a disciple of Guru Ji.  Seeing him bow down, the crowd’s attention swings towards Guru Ji.  Barefooted, Guru Ji walks slowly towards the platform, specially prepared for today’s occasion.  Hindus, Muslims and Sikhs stand up and bow down as Guru Ji passes by. 

 

Guru Ji sits down on the platform.  In one mind and soul does Japji Sahib,  then stands and continues with an ardas.  As he finishes he bows down to the All Present God.  The sheet of cloth on him sticks to his back and stains with the blood from his wounds.  These wounds not only reflect the torture by the Moguls on him but also the cries of the people, that are being tortured by the Moguls, written all over his body. 

 

The sound of trumpets and drums is heard and all eyes turn towards the Public Audience Hall.  The balcony of the Throne is known as the Seat of the Shadow of God.  Dressed in a white silken robe, tied with a silken sash and under the right arm, from which his dagger  hung, Emperor Aurangzeb walks in.  On his head is a white turban bound with a gold web, on which an emerald of vast bigness appears amid four little ones and his shoes are that of a Moorish fashion.  He sits on his throne and is given his scimitar and buckler

which is laid down on his left.  The air is stirred with fans of yak’s tails and of peacock’s feathers.  He gives a sign – Quzai Abdul Wahhab Borah approaches Guru Ji and reads the fatwa. 

 

Although Guru Ji had been asked these questions many times before, today he is being asked again in the presence of Aurangzeb, his Generals and the public.  Quzai speaks out aloud, “  You have been asked this before but today you will be asked to comply to one of the demands for the last time with the people as my witness.  The first demand is that you become a Muslim.  If you choose to be one, you will receive a lot of wealth.  Now, only the Hindus and the Sikhs listen to you but if you become a Muslim, even the government and the Muslims will obey you.  If you don’t obey the first command then you must show us a miracle. Prove to us that you are a true saint, a bhagat, a prophet.  Your reward will be freedom for you and your people. “

 

“  Quzai Ji, I have heard you and understood your two commands very clearly.  Please announce the third, “  Guru Ji replies.

 

“  If you don’t obey the first or second then the third will no doubt be carried out with or without your consent!  “

 

“  I am well aware of it but say it out aloud so everyone can hear it.  “

 

“  Be ready to wash your hands from life, be ready to meet your death.  I do not know how slow and painful it may be but ultimately you will die like your other comrades.  “  On hearing these words of the Quzai, a sudden silence diffuses among the crowd like that in a graveyard.  In a flash, clouds gather in the skies of the hot afternoon, turning it gloomy as if the sun could not bear to see the terrible sight.  Strong winds start blowing, threatening to grow even stronger.  The sudden change in the weather accompanying the death command on Guru Ji sends shivers of fear through the crowd and a chilling silence lapses.   No one imagined that such a sentence can be passed upon the great Siri Guru Teg Bahadur Ji.  The unthinkable has been said.  After a while the Quazi inquires in a thunderous tone, “  So what is your reply to these commands!!  “

 

“  Quzai Ji, you like your religion and I like mine.  You should not force your religion onto others because this is not just a sin but a grave sin. Quzai Ji, this is my reply to your demands.  For your first command, that I accept Islam as my religion, that I will never do because I love Sikhism.  Tempting me with wealth is also no use, what more the desire to increase the number of my disciples is not important to me as it is with others.  As for your second demand, to show a miracle, I have thought a lot about that command.  I worship that Unlimited Power (God).  Quzai Ji, I have also given your third command a very deep thought.  Today I will pause upon your second command.  Today I will show everyone a miracle.   Not just a simple worldly miracle but a miracle of a miracle.  A miracle from that Unlimited Power.  A miracle by the blessing of that Unlimited Power!”

 

The Quazi’s eyes open wide, “  What?!  You will show a miracle, a big miracle, a miracle of a miracle!  No doubt about it, your decision is a wise decision.  Teg Bahadur, show us a miracle.  “

 

“  Well Quzai Ji, I will show everyone a miracle but first ask the guards to prepare themselves to carry out the third command.”

 

Quzai, with a confused look, orders  “  Show us a miracle!  “

 

“  You get ready to carry out your third command.  “  Guru Ji replies.

 

There had been a lot of rumours while Guru Ji was imprisoned that Guru Ji would make a disappearing act. Others said that Quzai and his men would be blinded while some said that he would be freed.  None expected him to be executed like his other prison mates.  Today the crowd is sure that Guru Ji is going to show a miracle.  This however brought upon a lot of confusion.  People are questioning each other about the unacceptance of showing a miracle in Sikhism.  Why then is Guru Ji promising to show a miracle?  Not

just any miracle but a miracle of a miracle.  The crowd is now in utter confusion.  Why is Guru Ji asking the Quazi to carry out the third command when he has agreed to show a miracle.  Guru Ji always does what he says so a miracle is sure to happen.  The only miracle that can happen now is Guru Ji would disappear from everyone’s sight or that the Quzai, the guards surrounding Guru Ji with naked swords and Aurangzeb sitting together with his Generals, would all go blind.  They are sure that the rumours will come true after

all.  The crowd glue their sight on Guru Ji and the others expecting something to happen.  However, nothing happens.  Full of patience, Guru Ji remains seating on the platform. 

 

The Quzai now very angry, shouts, “  You are not showing any miracle??!!  I have no choice but to carry out the third order, so get ready!!  “ 

 

The Quzai raises his hand and signals towards Aurangzeb’s tent.  A huge figure dressed in a special black chola, with evil looking piercing blood shot eyes staring from an oily sweaty face stands up.  This huge person carrying a naked sword then walks slowly towards Guru Ji.  He is the executioner!

 

When Guru Ji was first imprisoned there was a lot of talk among the Generals and Officers, in the headquarters at the Red fortress, as to whose duty it will be to execute Teg Bahadur.  Officers volunteered to saw the Sikhs, they volunteered to burn and boil the Sikhs but when it came to Teg Bahadur, no one dared carry out any sentence, no matter how small or even pass any comments about him.  The Generals, under the orders of Aurangzeb, even tried to bribe the Officers with wealth and promotions but no one

stepped forward.

 

From the village of Samanay, an ex©officer, Syed Jalalad Din, who had been dismissed from the army for committing some crime, wrote in his request when he heard about the situation.  He would volunteer to carry out any sentence passed upon Teg Bahadur on the conditions that he be promoted or be given his previous duty back and be paid his full wages for all the time he was dismissed.  The Mogul Generals were quick to accept his offer for a job everyone was unwilling to perform.  They also believed that it would not

be a sin if someone with the surname of Muhammad or Syed were to perform the task of an executioner. Here is a situation where one person, Siri Guru Teg Bahadur Ji, sacrificing life for satisfying the needs of others and on the other hand, another person taking life to satisfy his own greed. Jalalad Din approaches Guru Ji.  His face fails to show his true inner feelings for he is actually very frightened.  His outward fierce expression is only a put on act.  The sweat on his face is actually not of anger but of fear, fear from the rumoured powers of Guru Ji. However his greed is far stronger than his fears. Receiving a nod from the Quazi, with caution, he places the cold shining sword on Guru Ji’s neck.

 

People within the crowd begin to weep and wail loudly at the very thought of the approaching tragedy.  Guru Ji raises his hand to bless and console all.  There is a hushed silence weighed down by suppressed grief.  

 

“  Teg Bahadur before I end your miserable life, I have something to ask you.  I have heard that your father was someone who knew everything, who could see into the future.  I am surprised that he has given you a wrong name.  “  Syed Jalalad Din inquires.

 

“  How is it that my father has given me the wrong name??  “

 

“  It has become wrong by itself.  I am not the only one saying this but the whole crowd is watching and saying this.  The sword (teg) is in my hands and you don’t even have a small knife with you. Tell me then whose name should Teg Bahadur (A hero of the sword) be ?!!” 

 

Guru Ji bursts out laughing at Jalalad Din.  He looks at Quzai and laughs at him.  He then turns to the direction of Aurangzeb and his Generals and laughs at them.  Hearing Guru Ji laugh so hard, the crowd joins in the laughter but on the other hand they are shocked to see Guru Ji laughing.  Guru Ji is known to treat laughter and sorrow alike.  He never expresses happiness, in laughter or even a smile as when he received the Guruship or when he got married and when he received news of the birth of his son Gobind Rai.  Today everyone is seeing Guru Ji laughing aloud.  Laughing all that he would have laughed in his 54 years 7 months and 11 days of life.  Laughing, laughing at the greed of Jalalad Din; laughing at the remarks of the Quzai; laughing at the misdeeds of Aurangzeb and his Generals; and most of all laughing into the face of death….

 

Guru Ji finally stops laughing and his tone gets serious.  “  When my father used to play with me, when he used to tell me stories, when he used to teach me and put me to bed, at all times he used to wear not one but two swords, Miri and Piri.  Jalalad Din I was born and brought in the presence of swords.  Oh Jalalad Din!  Have you also been brought up like this?  You Jalalad Din, even with a teg in your hands are trembling away.  He who prays to the Fearless Lord will himself not fear anyone but the one and only God. “  Some in the crowd burst out laughing at Jalalad Din while others keep silent in fear of Jalalad Din.  Guru Ji gets more serious and in a much stronger tone,  “  All of you are trembling away even while carrying swords and spears!  “

 

As these words reach the Quzai and the guards, they retreat a few steps back in fear that Guru Ji is about to cast a spell upon them.  Silence sets into the crowd.  Jalalad Din notices something amiss as the silence grows stronger, turns his head around and finds himself standing alone while others have moved back. Suddenly fear is written all over his face.  He starts trembling a little.  Guru Ji looks at him deep into his eyes.  The so called brave Jalalad Din moves the sword off Guru Ji’s neck and retreats back to join the

Quzai.  Everyone is rooted to the ground in fear of Guru Ji.  Every sight is glued in the direction of Guru Ji.  After a while Guru Ji breaks the eerie silence in a much lighter tone, “  So…..tell me now who is Teg Bahadur?

 

Sensing that there is not much danger in the air as Guru Ji had put on a lighter tone, the Quazi hiding behind the huge Jalalad Din, steps forward and slowly walks towards Guru Ji,  “  Teg Bahadur, Sikhs have proclaimed that you are Nanak’s 9th form.  All of the 8 Gurus had one light within them except their bodies were different.  The aim of life was all the same, the teachings of principles was the same.  But sad to say according to Gurbani’s teachings you are making a serious mistake.  I doubt that you are Nanak’s 9th form at all!  “

 

” Quzai Ji, if you are trying to provoke me into showing a miracle, have a little patience and you will see a miracle.  Please explain yourself further loudly for everyone to hear and I assure you I will prove your remarks to be wrong.  “

 

“  Well, according to Gurbani, Sikhs do not wear a coloured mark on the forehead, the tilak or wear the sacred thread, the januh.  In fact at the age of 9, Nanak himself refused to wear the tilak or januh.  How is this that you have come to save the tilak and januh with your life?  If you were Nanak’s 9th form you would not save the tilak and januh what more with your life.  So this is why you are not Nanak as he never wore it and you want to save it.  If you do not wear it, why save it?  Take my advice. Do not make this big mistake.  Be a Muslim, free yourself.  The Sikhs will not loose their faith in you.  “  Quzai Abdul Wahhab Borah explains feeling satisfied that he has finally persuaded Guru Ji to change his mind with his argument.

 

“  Oh foolish Quzai, you pass remarks without even giving them a little thought.  Guru Nanak at the age of 9 was not wrong in refusing to wear the januh because he was being forced into the ritual of wearing it. Quzai Ji you have failed to realise that the same light of Guru Nanak at the same age of 9 but now in the10th form has said he did not mind being fatherless and sent me to save the januh from being taken off by force.  To remove the januh and converting Hindus into Muslims by force is intolerable.  The Hindus believe in it but although we do not, we respect them for wearing it.  We respect every religion for their believes. To force a religious principle on another is a grave sin.  Force is a cruelty.  You can only win someone’s trust and respect with love and not force. “

 

The silence in the crowd is replaced by the buzzing of voices, growing aloud.  Some start to jeer at the Quazi while some even burst out laughing at him.  There is also a sense of satisfaction for some knowing that Gobind Rai is the successor of Siri Guru Teg Bahadur Ji.  Feeling ashamed, the Quzai turns red in embarrassment and walks off.

 

Jalalad Din, having now overcome his fears, runs toward Guru Ji and once again puts the sword on Guru Ji’s neck.  Angry that he had lost his face before, tries to win his glory back threatens, “  You will not be able to bear the pain from the blow of my sword!  It is best that you obey the Quzai’s demands!  Show us a miracle or you will die by this sword!  “

 

“  You see a sword (teg), I see a pen (kalam).  You see death (mohut), I see freedom (mohuj).  You see destruction (fanah), I see preservation (mekah).  You see blood (khoon), I see ink (masu).  Ink created to write about this event to immortalize it, to preserve the Hindus and Sikhs.  Its just a matter of the way one thinks.  “

 

“  Show us a miracle!  “  the Quzai shouts.

 

“  Show a miracle!  “  Jalalad Din echoes.

 

“  Strike your sword Syed Jalalad Din Ji!  You said that my name is wrong. Jalalad Din Ji, I will be able to bear the pain from your sword because my name is Teg Bahadur, fearless from the blow of any sword.  “

 

“  Show us a miracle this very moment!  “

 

” Jalalad Din, I will show you not just a miracle but in fact I will show a miracle of a miracle.  Strike your sword.  “

 

“  I will strike my sword, you show it first.  “

 

“  You are not listening to what I am saying.  Jalalad Din you have to strike your sword first to see a miracle.

“  Guru Ji closes his eyes and goes into meditation but with a smile,    “  Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru……  ” The crowd sensing that something is about to happen, hug on to each other. There is a sudden silence except the shouting of Jalalad Din.

 

“  Show a miracle!  Show a miracle!  “  seeing Guru Ji seated in meditation, Jalalad Din takes the sword off Guru Ji’s neck, waves it back and swing it towards Guru Ji’s neck.  The sword of tyranny strikes Guru Ji’s neck.  In the eyes of the world Guru Ji falls into two but the Two now merges into One.  The antithesis of good and evil, innocence and guilty, light and darkness, tyranny and calm resistance, is presented in such a dramatic and utter contrast.

 

The sheet Guru Ji wore is now not just stained with blood but completely drenched in it.  At a distance from the body lying on the stage, is Guru Ji’s head, with the turban still intact, in a pool of blood bearing the smile of victory on His peace shedding and lovely face. 

 

The storm is now gathering its darkness, the air of black sirocco gets murkier by the minute while the wrack of clouds with dusty winds is scudding across the sky.  The gloomy afternoon turns more into night.  The stunned crowd goes into mass hysteria.  With their hearts in their mouths, people are shouting, screaming, crying and moaning.  There are flashes of lightening, growls of thunder.  The winds blow with anger and fury

at such cruelty, howling with pain, carrying along the sands on the ground, creating a sand storm.  A thick dusty cloud, dark, as though it came from the marshes of hell, rise over the capital, and spreads to every corner of the horizon.  Even mother nature cannot bear to see the sin that has just occurred.  She cries in disbelieve of Aurangzeb’s cruelty for ordering such a command upon Guru Ji.  The mob madness of the crowd, runs in all direction to find shelter from the chaos.

 

Aurangzeb and his Generals stand up and quickly leave the Throne.  Quzai Abdul Wahhab Borah and Syed Jalalad Din escorted by a number of guards, run off just as fast in fear of revenge against them by the crowd. Other guards are ordered to watch upon Guru Ji’s severed body and head as they lie in the chaotic state on11th November 1675 at Chandhani Chounk, Delhi.  Guru Ji said that his blood will immortalize the event and so it did as Guru Gobind Singh Ji writes in Bachitar Natak…..

 

ÔÃHaving sacrificed his life, Siri Guru Teg Bahadur saved the tilak and januh.  Becoming a Martyr, Satgur Ji, took part in a very big event.  For the sake of religious people, Satgur Ji went beyond the bounds of sacrifice.  Gave his head but never uttered a word of pain.  To preserve religion,  he had to take part in this event.  Sacrificing his head but not his principles.  Did not show any worldly miracle.  Showing miracles for a religious person only brings shame and pride.  Satgur Ji, broke his earthly vase, on the head of Aurangzeb, into pieces and joined the All Mighty Lord.  No one has ever taken this difficult and hard responsibility that Siri Guru Teg Bahadur took. The sacrifice of Satgur Ji brought chaos of sadness to worldly people. They cried,  “  Hai! hai! hai! “  but in thh Ôspiritual world of the Lord’s court there was “  Jai! jai! jai! “

 

Hearing the cries of the Hindu community, Guru Ji sacrificed himself for them, when he could have easily continued his prophecy in Sikhism.  By far, this is the most profound example set by anyone in the history of the Sikh religion, that we must help communities which are in need.  During the time of Guru Hargobind Ji, the muslims community approached him for help.  A small muslim community were unable to build a mosque for themselves in their village and asked the help of Guru Ji.  Hearing their plea, Guru Hargobind Ji got the Sikhs to build them a mosque despite the fact that the Mogul rulers, at that time, were persecuting Hindus and Sikhs to embrace Islam.

 

We, Sikhs, live in a multi-racial society and currently, each community including us, have vigorously embarked on various self-help programs.  No doubt the saying goes that charity begins at home, the two examples above give us a clear message that, if approached, we Sikhs should not hesitate to help other communities.  It is good that we have taken this first step towards self-help within the community.  The next step would be where all the communities help one another to progress.  This will no doubt lead to good racial harmony and excellence for the nation.

 

 

 

Jasbir Singh

Who am I

I recently started reading Kafi’s (poems) by Bulleh Shah Well their translations at least when this one hit me “Who am I? This is one of Bulleh Shah’s most famous Kafis(poems). All of us have asked ourselves “why am i here?”. But no one ever asks who really is this ‘I’ what is this ‘I’. So here goes, as it was written where Bulleh Shah asks “Who Am I?”:

Bullah Kih Janan Main Kaun

O Bullah, What do i know who i am?

I am not in the believers seen in mosques; nor am I versed in the traditions of unbelief.

I am not among the pios; nor am i sinful.

I am neither like moses, nor am like a pharaoh.

O Bullah, What do I know who i am?

I am not in the Vedas nor; in the holy books (Qura’n);

I am not among the hem eaters or wine drinkers;

I am not among the profligates, not among libertines.

I am not among the awake, nor the sleeping;

O Bullah, What do I know who i am?

I am impervious to joy as well as sorrow;

I am not among the virtuous nor the wicked;

I am neither of water nor of earth;

I am neither of fire nor air;

O Bullah, What do I know who i am?

I am not from Arabia, nor from Lahore;

I am not from India nor from Nagore;

I am not a Hindu, nor a Muslim from Peshawar;

Nor do i reside in the city of Naduan.

O Bullah, What do I know who i am?

I have not solved the mystrey of Adam and Eve ;

Nor am i a progeny of Adam and Eve;

Nor have i a specific name of my own;

I am neither among the settled nor among the roaming;

O Bullah, What do I know who i am?

I take myself to be the beginning and the end;

I do not recognize any one else;

There is no one wiser than I.

O Bullah, who is the lord standing there?

O Bullah, What do I know who i am?

Only in the last stanza do we find out what he is, where he comes from. His reality is neither his mind nor his body but his SOUL. An individual removed of all coverings is left with its essence, its soul. Immortal and inapplicable to the laws of time and space. Its a spark of the almighty himself. It is this Bulleh Shah says he is and recognizes none other except the lord.After this he writes another Kafi “Who can now recognize me?” that in my next post…… soon

Sikh Warriors

It was a documented fact that Sikh warriors were the most feared and fearless warriors on the battle field, the Mughals, the Persians & even the British documented this in their dairies, reports to their superiors and etc.

They did not get this reputation by just eating Alu Pratha, they trained their butts off! Not just physically but spiritually as well each soldier was trained to kill anything that moved in a 30 yard radius, they were so good that it is said that each man was equivalent to fifty of any other army’s of that time. Each Sikh warrior was called Fauj which literally means a battalion.

They achieved this reputation by training in armed, unarmed combat & meditating countless numbers of hours. The martial art they trained in was Shastar Vidya, literally meaning Science of weapons but i interpret it as the science of making your body a weapon.

I leave you with this quotation written in the Jang Namah (battle chronicles) by Quzi Nur Mohammed in 1765, He was a staunch enemy of the Sikhs but he goes into a rosary of praise when he goes into defining qualities of Sikh Warriors.

” … If you cherish the desire of learning the art of war, face them on the battle field. When they hold their mighty sword, they gallop from Hind to Sind. Nobody however strong and wealthy dare oppose them. If their sword struck a coat of mail, the coat itself becomes the enemy’s shroud. Each and every one of them look like massive boulders of rock. In a grandeur, each one of them excels fifty men…”

Gobind Khalsa

I have an imaginary twin! hummm i wonder which one looks better?!? haha! Just you wait a triplet will come soon!

God has a sence of humor

Who ever says god has no sense of humor deserves to be shot, was it not him who created the platypus ?

Anyway, I can name quite a number of people as well but lets not embarrass them shall we. Still don’t believe me? Well here’s what happens to me every morning….

* bagpipes blown loudly* I press snooze & go back to sleep for another five minutes or so when again i hear the pipes (noise i once considered music to my ears before they became my alarm ring-tone)( Put those swords down, i still like them, just this one piece i hate) anyway, i then get smarter and turn off my alarm and yet again i go back to sleep. After this the ultimate alarm come….. MY MOM (Whom i love so very much except for a few brief moments in the morning)! She brings along breakfast( Yes i get breakfast in bed but wait for it…) a thick liquid-gel like substance which consists of fruit and vegetable juice mixed with a number of powder like things and she does not use normal fruits and vegetables but the weird ones. It gets so thick my spoon stands when you try to mix it (I’m not exaggerating like what most Punjabi people do). I then finally drag myself out of bed, have my shit and a bath (don’t worry I’m not planning to go into the details) & get into my cloths and turban (i spend 10 minutes wondering which one to wear) for school. Next i look at the clock and its 20 minutes to my first lecture!!! (I’m not joking, this happens every single week day! Weekends on the other hand are much worse!) I grab my i-pod, phone and wallet put my notebook and its wires into my bag, slip on my shoes and dash to the bus stop. This is where the joke begins and i swear this happens every single day! 15 minutes to lecture now, I’m waiting for my bus, I ask god,” Waheguru please oh pretty please make a bus come, i don’t wanna get late…”. I then hear a deep voice in my head go,” Well, don’t procrastinate!” . Anyway i look down the road and i see buses coming all private ones. I then have a smirk on my face and then tell god, “you know what i mean, i need a bus i can take without having to hijack” . Then down the road i see public buses coming none of which go to my school! I break into a cry and a smile and go Why you doing this to me you know what i mean…. i need a bus that goes to school wait wait my school not any other school! I then hear another deep voice in my head going “I know but this is fun! Don’t worry, I’ll get you there just in time.” which i somehow manage to pull off with his help!

This happens every single school day, no joke! And now i conclude my statement that god has a sense of humor by saying or rather writing, (typing to be more exact) God forgive me if i have written anything wrong or bad about you unknowingly i mean no disrespect, Love ya!

My Greetings to the World!

My name is Har Gobind Singh Khalsa. I have two eyes, one nose, one mouth, two arms, two legs and something that dangles in between them. I am a guy if you have not guessed by now anyway, I live in Singapore, come from a family of five, am the eldest of three and i’m 17 years old. I’m interested in girls! too bad you gay weirdos out there. Anyway i have started this blog after much persuasion from family and friends but overthat i have so many self conversations and conversations with imaginary friends and thoughts that i have no idea what to do with so me thinks starting a blog and writing them down would solve this problem. Oh and in this blog i am going to ave loads of one liner facts like: Why do you write things down but type things up? yup so that about does it for now…..