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These songs are actually originated from that true love which could be possible only between a soul and God. These songs make fake lovers think the same way and help them give birth to those fake feelings. (null)

Vaheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa Vaheguroo Jee Kee Fateh Request to all to recite/listen to Chaupai Sahib. The Panth is heading towards a positive future. Please do a minimum of one Chaupai Sahib, but try to complete as many as possible. Vaheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa Vaheguroo Jee Kee Fateh

The Supreme sacrifices of Guru Ji's two younger sons- Baba Zorawar Singh Ji and Baba Fateh singh Ji. Mata Gujri and the younger two sons of Guru Ji stayed at the hut of Kumeh Mashki. A brahmin called Gangu from Saherhi took the Sahibzadas and Mata Gujri to his village.Gangu stole the possessions of mata Ji and claimed that theft had taken place. Mata Gujri knew that the culprit was Gangu brahmin but she urged him to keep her possessions if he wanted. Gangu became furious and accused Mata Ji of calling him a thief. Gangu informed the Kotwal. The thanedar of Murinda arrested Mata Gujri Ji and the two younger sons of Guru Gobind Singh Ji and kept them in a cell overnight. The following morning Guru Ji's younger sons and Mata Ji were escorted to the Thanah of Bazi in a cart. They were handcuffed and shackled and taken to Sirhind. They were kept n cold cell overnight. Moti Mehra risked his life to provide hot milk for the younger son's of Guru Ji. The following day, 24th December, 1704, the younger son's of Guru Gobind Singh Ji were separated from their grandmother Mata Gujri Ji and were made to stand trial in a court. The two younger sons of Guru ji with their radiant faces and blue dresses looked very handsome. Many attempts were made to frighten the two young princes but to no avail. Baba Fateh Singh Ji and Baba Zorawar Singh Ji stayed determined and in high spirits. The large central gate to the court was closed and the Sahibzadas were made to enter through a small window like opening. They were ordered to bow before the nawab but how could the sons of Guru Gobind Singh Ji be frightened? The Sahibzadas stepped into the Nawab's court with their feet first and uttered “Waheguru Ji kaKhalsa;Waheguru Ji ki Fateh. The Nawab of Sirhind, Wazir Khan, tried his utmost to bribe the Sahibzadas.He encouraged them to accept Islam. But again and again, the two Sahibzadas of Guru Gobind Singh Ji refused. At last, the quazi ordered a fatwa or death sentence and accused the sahibzadas of being rebellious and traitors, hence they should be bricked alive. The following day, 26th December 1704, the Sahibzadas were brought to court again.They were bribed, frightened but the Sahibzadas renained steadfast in their beliefs.They answered each question very carefully. Two executioners volunteered to brick alive the two younger son's of Guru Ji. The executioners, Shushal Beg and Vishal Beg began to raise the walls.At each point, the younger Sahibzadas were requested to embrace islam but they refused. When the wall reached their chests, the two younger son's of Guru Ji became unconscious and the wall fell to the ground. The executioner took their swords and executed the two younger son's of Guru Ji. On hearing of the martyrdom of her younger grandchildren, Mata Gujri, the Mother of Guru Ji left this mortal world. Todar Mal bought some land from the Mughals in exchange for gold coins and cremated the bodies of Guru Ji's younger sons and mother. This tragic happening took place on the evening of 27th December 1704. Today stands the shrine of Gurdwara Jyoti Saroop, Fatehgarh Sahib. The common people were furious at the death of the two Sahibzadazas.The martyrdom of the Sahibzadas breathed into the cowardly people a new spirit of courage and freedom.

Sehajdhari is a person who is from a different religion or no religion and the person is slowly moving forward into Sikhi, who has already accepted the Ten Gurus and Sri Guru Granth Sahib ji Maharaj as his Guru, and has stopped cutting hair and holds no bonds with any other religion. A person born in a Sikh family is a Sikh and if they have cut their hair, then they are still SIkh, but patit. They are not sehajdhari in any shape or form because they were already born in a Sikh family and were given the instuctions to keep hair uncut. But they cut their hair and for that, they have become patit. An Amritdhari that has committed any of the bujjar kurehats is also still a Sikh, but patit. Patit is not a different religion within Sikhi, but a title given to a person once they commit an action against the hukam of Guru Sahib. When a person who is patit, corrects their action, then they can be given equal rights as other Sikhs who are not patit. In order for a Sikh who has gone patit to correct their actions, they would have to take Amrit from the Punj Pyare. The amount of Sehajdharis in Punjab today is probably no more than 50 people. Rest of the Sikhs are patit or Amritdharis or Keshdharis. But yet when the elections come the actual definition will be ignored and for dirty political reasons the patits will be included into Sehajdhari.

Kachera From SikhiWiki Jump to: navigation, search Kaccha - one of the five articles of faith for the Sikhs Kachera/ undershorts/undergarment which resemble boxer shorts are one of the five Sikh articles of faith, given as gifts of love by Guru Gobind Singh at the Baisakhi Amrit Sanchar in 1699 they are worn by all Sikhs, initiated into the Khalsa. Both males and females Sikhs wear the same type of kachera. This was one of five articles of faith, collectively called Kakars that form the external visible symbols to clearly and outwardly display ones commitment and dedication to the order (Hukam) of the tenth master. This Kakar was given by Guru Gobind Singh to remind his Sikhs that they should control their sexual desire, Kam (lust). The Kacha is a long underwear that comes to just above the knees and gives a feeling of dignity, modest and honour to the person who wears this garment. The garment is usually made from white light-weight cotton material. It served to cover the person's private parts, as well, as remind Sikhs of the Guru's message to think of the opposite sex as they would think of their other family members and not as objects. The Kaccha is secured and tied with a "nala" (drawstring). This serves as another reminder that while one takes the time to untie the drawstring one is given time to think about what one is about to do. The Guru reminds us how while remembering the Lord, sexual desire can be overcome, thus: "Through the Kind and Compassionate True Guru, I have met the Lord; I have conquered sexual desire, anger and greed." (SGGS page 81) The Kacha is the Guru's gift and it reminds the Sikhs of the Guru's message regarding the control of the Five Evils especially lust. Further, this garment allows the Sikh soldier to operate in combat freely and without any hindrance or restriction. It serves its purpose efficiently and effective and is easy to fabricate, maintain, wash and carry compared to other under-garments of the day, like the dhoti, etc Gurbani reminds the Sikh to renounce worldly desire and seek the sanctuary of the Lord thus: "Renouncing sexual desire, anger, flattery and slander, they enter the Sanctuary of God." (SGGS page 469)

One day, I woke early in the morning to watch the sunrise. Ah... the beauty of Waheguru's creation is beyond description. As I watched, I praised Waheguru for His beautiful work. As I sat there, I felt the Lord's presence with me. He asked me, "Do you love me?" I answered, "Of course, Waheguru! You are my Lord and Support!" Then He asked, "If you were physically handicapped, would you still love me?" I was perplexed. I looked down upon my arms, legs and the rest of my body and wondered how many things I wouldn't be able to do and thought about the things that I take for granted. I answered, "It would be tough Waheguru, but I would still love You." Then Waheguru said, "If you were blind, would you still love my creation?" How could I love something without being able to see it? Then I thought of all the blind people in the world and how many of them still loved Waheguru and His creation. So I answered, "It's hard to think of it, but I would still love you." The Waheguru then asked me, "If you were deaf, would you still listen to my word?" How could I listen to anything being deaf? Then I understood. Listening to Waheguru's Word is not merely using our ears, but our hearts. I answered, "It would be tough, but I would still listen to Your word." Waheguru then asked, "If you were mute, would you still praise My Name?" How could I praise without a voice? Then it occurred to me, Waheguru wants us to sing from our very hearts and souls. It never matters what we sound like. And praising Waheguru is not always with a song, but when we are persecuted, we give Waheguru praise with our words of thanks. So I answered, "Though I could not physically sing, I would still praise Your Name." And Waheguru asked, "Do you really love Me?" With courage and a strong conviction, I answered boldly, "Yes Waheguru! I love You because You are the one and true God!" I thought I had answered well, but Waheguru asked, "Then why do you sin?" I answered, "Because I am only human. I am not perfect." "Then why in times of peace do you stray the furthest? Why only in times of trouble do you pray the earnest?" I had no answers, only tears. Waheguru continued. "Why seek Me only in times of worship? Why ask things so selfishly? Why ask things so unfaithfully?" The tears continued to roll down my cheeks. "Why are you ashamed of Me? Why are you not spreading the good news? Why in times of persecution, you cry to others when I offer My shoulder to cry on? Why make excuses when I give you opportunities to serve in My Name?" "You are blessed with life. I made you not to throw this gift away. I have blessed you with talents to serve Me, but you continue to turn away. I have revealed My Word to you, but you do not gain in knowledge. I have spoken to you but your ears were closed. I have shown My blessings to you, but your eyes were turned away. I have sent you servants, but you sat idly by as they were pushed away. I have heard your prayers and I have answered them all. Do you truly love me? I could not answer. How could I? I was embarrassed beyond belief. I had no excuse. What could I say to this? When my heart had cried out and the tears had flowed, I said, "Please forgive me Lord. I am unworthy to be Your child." The Lord answered, "That is My nature, My child." I asked, "Then why do you continue to forgive me? Why do You love me so?" The Lord answered, " Because you are My creation. You are my child. I will never abandon you. When you cry, I will have compassion and cry with you. When you shout with joy, I will laugh with you. When you are down, I will encourage you. When you fall, I will raise you up. When you are tired, I will carry you. I will be with you until the end of days, and I will love you forever." Never had I cried so hard before. How could I have been so cold? How could I have hurt God as I had done? I looked up at my Lord, and asked him "how much do you love me, Waheguru?" Our father Satguru Sri Guru Gobind Singh ji gave up his whole family and everything he ever had for us! This is how much Waheguru loves us.

The day is over, you are driving home. You tune in your radio. You hear a little blurb about a little village in India where some villagers have died suddenly, strangely, of a flu that has never been seen before. It's not influenza, but three or four fellows are dead, and it's kind of interesting. They're sending some doctors over there to investigate it. You don't think much about it, but on Sunday, you hear another radio spot. Only they say it's not three villagers, it's 30,000 villagers in the back hills of this particular area of India, and it's on TV that night. CNN runs a little blurb; people are heading there from the disease center in Atlanta because this disease strain has never been seen before. By Monday morning when you get up, it's the lead story. For it's not just India; it's Pakistan,Nepal, Sri Lanka, Afghanistan, Iran, and before you know it, you're hearing this story everywhere and they have coined it now as "the mystery flu". The President has made some comment that he and everyone are praying and hoping that all will go well over there. But everyone is wondering, "How are we going to contain it?" That's when the President of France makes an announcement that shocks Europe. He is closing their borders. No flights from India, Pakistan, or any of the countries where this thing has been seen. That night you are watching a little bit of CNN before going to bed. Your jaw hits your chest when a weeping woman is translated from a French news program into English: "There's a man lying in a hospital in Paris dying of the mystery flu. "It has come to Europe." Panic strikes. As best they can tell, once you get it, you have it for a week and you don't know it. Then you have four days of unbelievable symptoms. Then you die. Britain closes it's borders, but it's too late. Southampton, Portsmouth, Liverpool, Northampton are all compromised. It's Tuesday morning when the President of the United States makes the following announcement: "Due to a national security risk, all flights to and from Europe and Asia have been canceled. If your loved ones are overseas, I'm sorry. They cannot come back until we find a cure for this thing." Within four days our nation has been plunged into an unbelievable fear. People are selling little masks for your face. People are talking about what if it comes to this country, and preachers on Tuesday are saying, "It's the scourge of God." It's Wednesday night and you are at a prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot and says, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio!!" On the radio the announcement is made, "Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from the mystery flu." Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country. People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working. California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts. It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders. Then, all of a sudden the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: "Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it. Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home." You stand around scared with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on, and that this could be the end of the world. Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me." Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. "Wait a minute, hold it!" And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure. We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has got the right type. Your son could save the world." Five agonizing minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine." As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying. But then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for a moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need. .. we need you to sign a consent form." You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken is empty. "H-h-h-how many pints?" And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be a little child. We weren't prepared. We need it all, sir." "But...but..." "You don't understand. We are talking about the world here. Please sign." "But can't you give him a transfusion?" "If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?" In numb silence you do. Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?" Can you walk back? You're asked yourself. Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?" Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?" And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've got to get started. People all over the world are dying." Can you leave? Can you walk out while he is saying, "Dad? Mom? Dad? Why why have you forsaken me?" And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son, and some folks sleep through it, and some folks don't even come because they go to the lake, and some folks come with a pretentious smile and just pretend to care. Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED! DON'T YOU CARE?" Guru Gobind Singh Ji Maharaj sacrificed their four beautiful sons for the Panth....DON'T WE CARE?? Father, seeing it from your eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we can begin to comprehend the great love you have for us.

Whilst I agree that no scriptures should be banned the fact of the matter is that the translation has been done by an organisation called ISKCON - International Society for Krishna Consciousness. Earlier this year the Gurdwara in my home town received a letter from these people. They were going to be holding their equivalent of a nagar kirtan (Rath Yatra) and had asked to use the Gurdwara to prepare langar. They basically wanted the Gurdwara to donate to their cause. In the letter they indirectly insulted us by suggesting that our women could dance and do bhangra in front of the Rath for Lord Jagannath. They also sent literature which has been written by their leader and actually appears on Sikhiwiki suggesting that Sri Guru Nanak Dev Ji was so overwhelmed with love for Lord Jagannath that he recited the Aarti. The article has other distortions to it. SO IN THIS CASE THE BANNING OF LITERATURE BY THIS ORGANISATION IS NOT A BAD THING! They distort the truth.

Sikhi acts to purify us...we may have done bad, should we not be allowed to endorse Sikhi?

theres no magical number or even a predetermination that harimander sahib needs to get attacked again. That would be bhraam-vaad.

Left me speechless - http://spiritofthesikh.blogspot.com/2011/12/who-are-you-to-judge.html?

baba baljit singh and other sikhs who are supporting this event are doing the right thing, wheoever can attend this event in India, should do that to increase pressure on the govt

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh In the 1960s Gursikhs from many villages had gathered at a historical Gurudwara Sahib associated with Dhan Dhan Satguru Sri Guru Nanak Dev Ji Maharaj to celebrate Bandi Chor Diwas. At this programme a young Gursikh and his family had also arrived there. After being blessed with Guru Sahib’s darshan the young Gursikh went into the open air langar and began to do the seva of serving Guruji’s beloved Sikhs. After doing this for an hour the young Gursikh noticed a solitary figure in the distance. As the young Gursikh walked towards the figure he soon noticed that it was an elderly Nihang Singh who was dressed in blue and bejewelled with weapons. The Gursikh tentatively approached the Nihang Singh and said, “Babaji why are you sat all alone out here in the darkness? Do you not want to see the lights that the sangat have lit?” The Nihang Singh opened his eyes and looked at the young Gursikh and said, “Why haven’t you greeted me with Guruji’s Fateh? Don’t you know anytime you see a Khalsa that’s how you should greet them?” The Gursikh quickly apologised and exchanged Guru Sahib’s Fateh with the Nihang Singh. He then repeated his questions. The Nihang Singh started laughing and told the Gursikh that, “This is the path of Dhan Guru Gobind Singh Ji Maharaj and is the only thing that shines brightly in this dark world! Why do you want to see simple candles when you can see Guruji who can light the candle of love in your heart?” The Gursikh smiled and then asked the Nihang Singh what he was doing? To which the Nihang Singh replied, “I’m trying to make each one of my breaths worthwhile in the remembrance of Dhan Dhan Satguru Sri Guru Hargobind Sahib Ji Maharaj’s charan kamal. It is my ardas that my beloved Guru will break the shackles of maya which keep me prisoner and apart from him.” May Dhan Dhan Satguru Sri Guru Hargobind Sahib Ji Maharaj also break the shackles of maya which keep us prisoner and apart from him Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

Interesting pictures, but I see a sense of sadnesses in the pictures. All though these kingdoms came from Guru Ji's bakshish, the pictures seem to tell a story of Sikhi diminishing within those royal households as the next generations came.

Thanks for pictures (some of them never seen before) I think we only have Mahraja Ranjit who was the best of all in terms of sikhi.. even though he was married to few ladies, used to drink but he was in some way very un-selfish type person who was awesome social helper kinda king. As i see... Nobody can top him in anyway.. I read Passion India (must read) book and it reveals how lusty royal kings of Kapurthala and Patiala were.. one having over 100 wives and other having more than 300 wives (bhupinder).. and also read that how raja of patiala doesn't want industry to come to town because he had fear that he might get shortage of workers at his palace of 1000 rooms.. Things like that makes us wonder.. how good or bad they were.. somethings are just too much to digest, maybe these stuff were norm at that era.. Just my views on Royal kings of punjab.. sorry for taking this thread in a negative/off topic way...

Maharaja Brijinder Singh of Faridkot MALERKOTLA The current Nawab of Malerkotla standing infront of a portrait of Nawab Ahmad Ali Khan of Malerkotla ****Pictures and References from : The Sikhs Images of a Heritage - T S Randhawa - Prakash Books - 2000 The Maharaja - Sharada Dwivedi - Roli Books - 1999 The Unforgettable Maharajas - E Jaiwant Paul & Pramod Kapoor - 2003 Made for Maharajas - Amin Jaffer - New Holland - 2006 Indian Princely Medals - Tony McClenaghan - Lancer - 1996 Gurdwaras - Patwant Singh - Himalayan - 1992 The Illustrated History of the Sikhs (1947-1978) - Gur Rattan Pal Singh - 1979 Sikh Shrines in West Pakistan - Khan Mohammed Waliullah Khan - Govt of Pakistan - 1962 The Maharajas - John lord - Random House - 1971 Khalsa Panth - Khushwant Singh Raghu Rai - Tricolour - 1984 Gurshabad Rattanakar Mahan Kosh - Kahn Singh Nabha Sale Catalogue - Dix Noonan Webb - 'Nishan-i- Phul' - July 2003 Hope you enjoyed the photographs ! Bhul Chuk Maaf Ranjit Singh 'Freed'