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Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa, Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh 1984... Provide your proof? This lie was the sole justification for genocide against Sikhs and using the Indian army to attack a holy place and massacre thousands of innocent civilians. And a subversive action for the Gandhi dynasty to keep their communist dictatorship alive.

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa, Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh This 'incident' exposes India's mentality. India's sabre rattling is conveying a special hidden message. Here's a translation... 'We (India) have a lot of corrupt and unethical officials and politicians, which we accept is perfectly normal. We welcome dishonest and immoral behaviour and so do our citizens, we will not hesitate to show our resolve in protecting our depraved actions so in future we do not expect the US and the rest of the world to interfere with our shameless way of life...'. The US should stand firm and deal with the other politicians when they visit next, they can start with those involved in the Sikh genocide of the 1980's and 1990's. The Gandhi/ Nehru dynasty and other minions. Of all the moral causes Indian officials could have raised with the US, they've raised the cause of a corrupt and dishonest official... Truly amazing. I've seen Gursikh children behave better.

We all know how Congress and BJP are 2 faces of the same coin as far as Sikhs are concerned. While Congress openly butchered Sikhs in peri-1984 era, BJP is clearly known for its anti-Sikh policies. A new political party called AAP ( Aam Admi Party) has sprung in India. It actually formed government in Delhi state just a while ago. AAP seems to be focusing a lot on providing an honest and clean governance with a lot of emphasis on removing corruption. As far as Sikhs are concerned, it seems to be a much better alternative to Congress or BJP. Here's a few things which I think we should consider if we ( as Sikhs) were to support this party on a national level 1) This is the only party which openly supported the recent Bhai Gurbaksh Singh's movement. 2) AAP says both BJP and Congress are communal. It openly voices to bring corrupt BJP and Congress politicians to justice. 3) Senior lawyer HS Phoolka ( who has tirelessly & selflessly worked for the 1984 Carnage victims) recently joined AAP 3) A lot of liberal and intellectuals are joining AAP 4) Hindu terrorists attacked AAP's office as one of its senior members said there should be referendum for army presence in Kashmir, shows the fact that this party is anti-Hindtva 5) AAP joined in sooner than any other party when Nirpreet Kaur sat on hunger strike for 1984 victims 6) AAP mentioned in its manifesto to provide justice to victims of 1984 genocide 7) AAP has a Sikh cell within the party. 8) Arvind Kejriwal ( leader of AAP) visited Gurdwara Bangla Sahib without any security within days of becoming chief minister of Delhi on occasion of Guru Gobind Singh Ji's Gurpurab. The question would be given the fact that Sikhs absolutely do not have any political voice in India ( assuming we all agree that Badals are rather anti-Sikh), would it be worthwhile for SIkhs to support AAP ? We need to align ourselves with a national party in India & by aligning with BJP, the Badals have ruined a lot of our prospects. Congress and BJP have done their best to malign Sikhs at all levels. Should Sikhs align with AAP early only ( while it is still in its infancy)?

I am not writing this to hurt anyone's feelings or offend anyone religious sentiments, but only to emphasize the fact that the history of a community reflects its character, personality, thought process and ideals. The philosophy they abide by reflects in whatever acts they do. In Ramayan, Ram Chander needed Sugreev's help in finding Sita. Sugreev however was already grieving as his kingdom and also consort was taken away by his brother Bali. Ram Chander asked Bali to challenge Sugreev in a wrestling combat and that he would shoot Bali with his arrow while they fought. Eventually, Ram Chander killed Bali while he himself hiding. This is where the Indians learnt the art of fake encounters. Further on, Ram killed Ravan after being assisted by Vibheeshan, who was Ravan's own brother. Those who know about the background of Sant Baba Jarnail Singh Ji Khalsa Bhindranwale will know that his ancestry was Brar Jatt. Now this has absolutely no significance or place in Gurmat, but lets consider this just for a minute to understand the mentality of our foes. We also know the ethnicity of Gen. K.S. Brar. The Indians played the same game. Just like Ram had Vibheeshan to assist him against Ravan, Indira had Gen. Brar to assist her because she and her lot saw Sant Jee as Ravan. Vibheeshan is condemned the same way by Hindus as Gen. Brar is by the Sikh qaum. In Mahabharat, Dronacharya was killed by Draupadi's brother Drushtadyumman after he heard about the false news of his son Ashwathama's death. Drona was so emotionally shattered that he gave up his weapons and sat in meditation right in the battlefield. Thats when Drushtadyumman beheaded him. Such similar lies were spread in the 80s and 90s to weaken the Jujhaaroo leher and damage the kind of support Singhs were getting from the common masses of Punjab, including Hindus. Black cats in the guise of Singhs were used to terrorize, rape, loot and kill Hindus so as to break that trust which many of the common and often poor Hindus of rural Punjab had in the Singhs. Continuing with Mahabharat, Karan was killed by Arjun as he was fixing the wheel of his chariot. Who provoked Arjun? Krishan did! It was clearly against the rules of war as decided to kill/attack anyone unarmed, but he did it anyways. In India, innocent Sikhs were massacred, unarmed men, women, children and even old people were not spared. Krishna had vowed not to pick up arms in the Mahabharat war, but at one point he did pluck out the wheel from Arjun's chariot and was ready to strike Bheesham. Breaking vows is something that has been followed traditionally by the hill Rajas at the time of Dasmesh Pita ji and more recently by Pandit Nehru. Duryodhan was killed treacherously by Bheem. In gada yudh, you are not supposed to hit the opponent above his thighs, which is what Bheem did. Duryodhan had acquired supernatural powers as per which his entire body had become as hard as steel, except the part above his thighs, which again was Krishan's conspiracy, so that Duryodhan doesn't acquire a 100% steel body. Another example of treachery. Sikhs were hurt in the most brutal way by attacking Sri Darbar Sahib, so that the maximum wound could be afflicted on the entire community and psyche. There are several other examples that are not coming to mind right now. The entire war(s) fought in Ramayan and Mahabharat, except for a handful of few heroic and brave combats, was a total treachery. The "good" side heavily cheated, and the "bad" side was invincible. It is justified to this day that it was fair, because it is fair to "cheat" in order to take down your "bad" opponent. This exact formula was used against Sikhs. Khalistan was/is a "bad" idea, and every method was/is to be put into action to "take down" this "bad" idea. Let me also add, that not all Hindus feel comfortable with the above mentioned events. The ones who are educated, moderate, rational and sane do question them repeatedly. I personally have come across several educated and rational Hindus (both ladies and gentlemen) who go to the extent of claiming Ramayan and Mahabharat to be as unreal stories. Perhaps they find it shameful to accept the above mentioned facts. Do you want to convince a Hindu about Khalistan? Use examples from their own history and explain. If the Jujharoo Singhs were terrorists, then how do they explain Hanuman setting fire to Lanka where innocent civilians also lived? Why do they then so devoutly worship someone who committed an act of terrorism? If avenging the honor of Draupadi was justified by carrying out the "dharam yudh" of Mahabharat where millions perished, then howcome the Jujharoo leher is called terrorism which started after thousands of Sikh girls were brutally gang-raped. Sorry, there cannot be 2 rules that are twisted and used as per the convenience of those in power or those in majority. They need to learn to call a spade a spade. However, the most discouraging and heart-breaking thing which I've come across is that the amount of treachery Indians have learnt from their history is far more, much more than the divine virtues of our Guru Sahibaan, Gurmukh Pyaare Sant Sipahi and Shaheed Singhs we (except a handful of GurSikhs) have managed to imbibe within our soul, character and personality. May Guru Sahib do kirpa and we are blessed to imbibe those divine Gurmat virtues in ourselves. May Guru Sahib also do bakshish on our vichaare non-Sikh brothers and sisters so that they wake up and try to live their life based on the lives of those good-hearted non-Sikh shardhalus of our Guru Sahibaan and other azeez non-Sikh friends of GurSikhs and Shaheeds. Eventually, those who are destined will definitely come into the fold of the Khalsa. Those who are not, may they continue to live noble lives but opposite from the lives of those who lived only to harm Sikhs. Let me also say that I haven't written this to please one set of people and enrage another, NO! I've written what I've had in mind for many years but just felt the time has come to say it out. We need to fully and completely understand where our foes are coming from and what mentality they have. Those non-Sikhs who have respect for Guru Sahibaan, the distinctness of Sikhi and uniqueness of Khalsa Panth, they are always worth embracing. Those who only wish harm, they are the ones with whom we will never make any compromise. Sincere apologies if this hurts anyone, but its a common trend we've been watching and it just had to be exposed. ਮਹਿਤਾਬ ਸਿੰਘ Dec. 24, 2013

Manjeet Singh GK should re-think their alliance with BJP and RSS. They have an alternative.

You know how a child fights - "You took my lollypop, KUTTI-KUTTI-KUTTI", Give my lollypop back for "ABBA-ABBA-ABBA". They are saying KUTTI at the moment, the arrogance is "We have a huge consumer base, we are not gonna buy your products"

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa, Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh The Sikh community has been an integral part of the American fabric for over a century and made numerous contributions to the progress and prosperity of our society, including a proud tradition of military service dating back to World War I. In the last two World Wars 83,005 Sikh soldiers were killed and 109,045 were wounded while fighting.In the years to 1945, 14 Victoria Crosses were awarded to the Sikhs, a per capita record given the size of the Sikh Regiments. In 2002, the names of all Sikh VC and George Cross winners were inscribed on the pavilion monument of the Memorial Gates on Constitution Hill next to Buckingham Palace, London. From the founding days of their faith, Sikhs have been enjoined by their Gurus to confront social injustice as an integral part of their spiritual expression and advancement. However, since the 1980s, observant Sikhs have faced great difficulty in serving due to a discontinuation of exemptions to uniform standards which previously allowed Sikhs to maintain their religiously-mandated beards and turbans while in uniform. Americas allies, including Great Britain, Canada, and India, presumptively allow Sikhs to serve in their militaries. By allowing devout Sikhs to serve with their articles of faith intact, America's military can project core values of pluralism and equal opportunity to the world and expand its pool of qualified soldiers. We therefore call on you to end the presumptive ban on devout Sikh soldiers in the U.S. Armed Forces so that patriotic Sikh Americans can freely serve the nation they love. Sign this petition at - http://chn.ge/1eHkIKX Petition started by, Amit Singh, Toronto, Canada

JALANDHAR: Senior Supreme Court advocate H S Phololka, who has remained face of legal battle for getting justice for the victims of 1984 riots, has announced to join AAP. Phoolka said that he would be enrolling himself as a member after paying obeisance at Darbar Sahib Amritsar. Though Phoolka has been spearheading the legal battle for justice to the victims and worked closely with Shiromani Akali Dal controlled Shiromani Gurudwara Parbandhak Committee and Delhi Sikh gurudwara Management Committee but he did not join any party including the Akali Dal. Explaining his reason to join AAP he said "t o ensure good governance and freedom from moral and economic corruption social activists have come together to form this political party. After 30 years of being a social and legal activist on justice and equality and legal education and Anti-communal violence, I want to be an active part of this social Revolution - thus joining AAP is my natural choice." Mentioning role of AAP leaders to get justice for the victims he recalled that former law minister and one of the AAP founders Shanti Bhushan not only appeared in the case against Jagdish Tytler later but earlier on November 1, 1984 he had gone to the then Home Minister Narsimha Rao to impress upon him to call Army immediately. Shanti Bhushan also gave his affidavit before Nanavati Commission stating that Narsimha Rao wanted to call Army but he did not succeed convincing the authorities. "His Affidavit clearly pointed a finger at the then Prime Minister of Rajiv Gandhi, "Phoolka said. He also recalled that both Shanti Bhushan and AAP leader Prashant Bhushan had gone to Tirlokpuri area on 2 nd November 1984 alongwith a group of Supreme Court Lawyers in their effort to stop the killings. He said that AAP leaders Arvind Kejriwal and Manish Sisodia sat on Fast at Jantar Mantar in May 2013 in support of Nirprit Kaur demanding the formation of the SIT in the cases of 1984 Riots and filling of missing chargesheet against Sajjan Kumar for murder of 4 Sikhs in Nangloi Police Station. http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2014-01-07/chandigarh/45954492_1_aap-shanti-bhushan-former-law-minister

Very heart touching interview, please watch.

Innocent people died and suffered on both sides of the border. This is the other side's story. http://www.dailytimes.com.pk/opinion/08-Jan-2014/unheard-cries-atrocities-in-patiala-1947 Unheard cries: atrocities in Patiala, 1947 “Scores of women and children began jumping into the well, expecting impending rape and conversions. My aunt and her daughter also jumped into the well, which was by then filled with corpses” Haroon Mustafa Janjua January 08, 2014 Patiala, the powerful princely state in eastern Punjab, ruled by Maharaja Yadavindra Singh, witnessed intense communal and gender violence against Muslims. On September 3, 1947, Sikhs decorated a special train with Pakistan flags and picked up thousands of Muslims under the pretext that they would be sent safely to Pakistan. To their utter shock, armed military Sikhs attacked the train at Fatehgarh station and killed many. The most brutal incidents of violence took place in the village of Baras, Patran tehsil. Violence broke out in August against Muslims seeking shelter for survival. Many residents were attacked in August 1947 including targeting the women who jumped into wells to save their honour. Professor Niaz Erfan, interviewed on April 9, 2013, narrates this account. A resident of Ambala District, he happened to be in Patiala during partition. Even after recording his story, many clarifications were sought to settle the confusions that prevail in verbal accounts. The story: “I was born in 1933 in village Sill, Tehsil Kharar, Ambala. Our village had three wards wherein the Muslims Rajputs constituted the majority. Most of the non-Muslims belonged to the lower castes — sweepers, cotton fluffers and barbers. The lone Sikh family was headed by Sardar Gurbakash Singh whose son Jaspal was my friend. My family was respected by all. My father Naseerudin Khan and uncle Khairudin were in the Patiala State Army. After my primary education, we shifted to the state of Patiala. It took me a month to learn the Gurmukhi script, required for further studies. It was around mid-July that the law and order situation started deteriorating. Communal riots broke out while my family was in Patiala, while my uncles were still in our Ambala village. We were fortunate that Major Babu Singh from my father’s unit had become the S P of Patiala Cantonment and took us to his house where we spent the next one month. Because we were staying at the police superintendent’s house, other Muslims assumed that Baras village would be safe; a sizeable Muslim population decided to settle there. A deadly mistake, as it turned out. I recall that the Sikh community observed around August that a sizeable Muslim fraternity was based in Baras and must have planned to attack them because, in the meanwhile, they crammed the Patiala army with Sikhs. One evening, they opened fire on our people and the mayhem started. In a desperate bid to save his life, my cousin Muhammad Aleem sustained injuries but succeeded in escaping and hiding in the nearby fields. He stood there helplessly watching the brutal massacre of our family. My grandfather, Muhammad Baksh, took direct bullets and died on the spot. My cousin heard the volley of bullets and cries of men and women who pleaded for mercy in vain. Soon, thereafter, my granduncle and his father were also gunned down with his sons, Muhammad Rafiq and Muhammad Jamil. My uncle Khairudin Khan and my father’s cousin Abdul Aziz were also killed brutally as Aleem watched from his hiding place. In the meantime, scores of women and children began jumping into the well, expecting impending rape and conversions. My aunt, Rafiq-un-Nisa, and her daughter Firdous also jumped into the well, which was by then filled with corpses. My other aunt, Wahab-un-Nisa, escaped because she fell on the heap of corpses and was rescued later along with two other women. She later migrated to Pakistan and died last year in Gujranwala. During our stay with the superintendent of the police we heard screams from across the city of Patiala. The havoc and mayhem unleashed night after night simply went on and on. We had little sleep or peace in the house. Finally, when we ventured out, the city stood cleansed by the cantonment forces. When we were brought to Patiala cantonment and the Kotwali railway station, I saw hundreds of corpses lined up against the walls. The whole station resounded with the cries of injured women. It dawned upon me that the raiders must have attacked the station just before our arrival. I considered it divine intervention that we were saved by arriving late at the station. The corpses, which lined the station, were loaded onto the train and sent off to west Punjab. By this time, the Muslim force was also equipped and my father was a part of it. We proceeded to Bahadurgarh Fort, which was five kilometres from Patiala. We were in the fort on Eidul Azha. There was no sanitation system there and I remember being in a group, which dug out makeshift toilets. I had received a message that my Hindu and Sikh classmates were looking for me outside the fort. Despite protests from our people inside and disregarding the danger I stepped out and indeed found them waiting for me. Classmates embraced me and offered me fruits, a sign that all humanity was not dead. We stayed at the refugee camp of Bahadurgarh until December. At long last, when the train arrived at the Kohli station, we were eager to leave. There was no space inside the compartments so the boys and men huddled onto the roof in neat rows clutching the ropes. We spent two days and nights in this condition, braving the cold winter. We were thirsty but could not find water anywhere. Even the wells were rumoured to be poisoned by Sikhs. We also heard of other trains being stopped and people murdered mercilessly. Major Ayub Khan, who later became president of Pakistan, was ably leading the guard of our train to avoid such attacks. On the banks of the Beas, hundreds of bodies lay along the tracks and vultures hovered around them. Amidst seething rage and helpless tears, we reached Amritsar station. There we learned that the train, which had left just before ours, was attacked by Sikh mobs and people were slaughtered. Upon reaching the Attari station, we saw torn pages of the Holy Quran strewn across the roads to vex us. When we finally reached the Wagah border and saw the flag of Pakistan, we wept with mixed emotions: gratitude to have survived and grief for the loved ones lost. We were immensely relieved to be in Pakistan. In October 1948, I went back to Jullundur with the help of Sufi Abdul Hameed to get back my cousin Aleem who had sustained injuries during his escape from Baras.” Individual narratives make connections, which are ignored by official history. Partition can be seen as a bloodied story of the damned and dispossessed, of grief and devastation, tormented cries and broken hearts. Apart from historical context, the remembered experiences of survivors constitute a valuable supplement to history. The saga of memories continues through films, novels, history and everyday stories. These survivors are all old and with them their stories will be lost forever. That will be a forgotten footnote to history. It is my endeavour to ensure that these testimonies will fill in some blanks in the sad chronicles of the events of 1947.

A new thread has been started to summarise the support for the Remembrance March & Freedom Rally on Sunday 8 June 2014. See poster for the event below:

Sat sree akaal I am trying to learn some Punjabi so I can better understand Gurbani and communicate with those in Gurdwara who speak little or no English. I recently ordered http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Panjabi-Two-Audio-CDs/dp/0071766022/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1386605716&sr=8-5&keywords=teach+yourself+complete+panjabi'>Teach Yourself: Complete Panjabi but I am aware I'll later on need some additional book or program to help me get to the next level, along with trying to speak Panjabi with native speakers on a regular basis. For anyone on here who's taught themselves Punjabi, or if anyone here is a teacher of the language, I would like some suggestions on what is a good book or program to pick up. (I have used Pimsleur before, but it is a bit expensive and it is not available at my library). Thank you (And moderators, sorry if I put this post in the wrong area of the forum)

Thanks for sharing! Singh sahib always speaks the truth.

Sikhs should whole heartedly support AAP. In fact if Indians want to take the country forward they should give AAP a chance. Kejriwal had promised to institute SIT ( special investigating team) for 1984 genocide in New Delhi before elections.

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa, Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh With 'Psychology' in mind, Humble request, when using the words 'extremist''hardliners''kharkoos''miltant''terrorist' please do not use them with the word Sikh... People are falling for a surreptitious campaign that eventually leads to Sikh genocide. The words above are being increasingly recognised with the word 'Sikh' without Sikh being mentioned. This has been identified as part of the first 4 stages of genocide, as follows... 1. CLASSIFICATION 2. SYMBOLIZATION 3. DISCRIMINATION 4. DEHUMANIZATION For further info, read http://www.genocidewatch.org/genocide/tenstagesofgenocide.html Need an alternative... try 'freedom fighters' and those against 'oppression and tyranny'.

Vaheguru Vaheguru Vaheguru Vaheguru Vaheguru Vaheguru Vaheguru Vaheguru :respect:

That's amazing ! and it pleases me when i hear about someone earning some true wealth of naam. It's also pleasing to know that he sleeps very little as i have also been noticing the same since going deeper into simran. OP-Indy Singh, I would also say that if you feel the urge or hint to be doing simran, then you should just go for it and jump right in ! I too was mona a few years back when i began to try and start simran. Then as i got more involved, I just felt that i shouldn't cut my hair- it's almost as if I felt that the hair was maintaining my spirituality and strength for some reason. Since then, i am no longer a mona and like to wear my pagh with pride and love. It just felt like the right thing to do after i started simran. It wasn't as if i had planned to keep my hair but the sequence of events just seemed to follow naturally from that initial step ! My advice is that you should follow your instinct and do naam simran whilst also trying to start some veechar and study of gurbani, and hopefully everything else should just follow on from there. Don't let things like hair,diet or being non-amritdhari put you off at the early stages.

Thanks for sharing

A case regarding a Nepal Hindu who became a Sikh and joined the Babbar Khalsa Regarding Balbir Singh, the SSP said that he was a Nepalese who had converted to Sikhism some years back and was arrested by the police in 1996. It was Balbir who helped Jagtar Tara and Devi Singh cross over into Nepal after their escape from Burail jail in 2004, he added. A case regarding a Nepal Hindu who became a Sikh and joined the Khalsa Zindabad Force Khuram Masih alias Manjit Singh alias Kala alias Akaal, a Christian-turned-Sikh and a close associate of Neeta, was shot dead by the police during an encounter at village Dablehar in the RS Pura Sector of Jammu on December 28, 2000. Reportedly a ‘hit-man’ for Neeta, Khuram Masih was involved in at least 20 explosions in Jammu, Punjab and New Delhi. N.B. – Mr. Devon Saggers is an Anglo-Saxon Canadian who is a member of the Shiromani Akali Dal (Amritsar) and is deeply interested in Sikhism. He keeps us informed about the Sikh independence movement and has now done some research into non-Sikh’s who converted to Sikhism in the hope of getting the Sikh’s justice after the evil Operation Bluestar in which the Hindu state resorted to vandalism of the holiest Sikh shrine and then perpetrated the genocide of the Sikh race. Mr. Saggers writes to us of those non-Sikh’s who embraced Sikhism and fought in the ranks of the valiant Sikh militants and subsequently sought martyrdom.

The funniest part is they attacked a locked office. Damn cowardly losers.

Sardarji MY NAME IS SHAIKH Burhanuddin. When violence and murder became the order of the day in Delhi and the blood of Muslims flowed in the streets, I cursed my fate for having a Sikh for a neighbour. Far from expecting him to come to my rescue in times of trouble, as a good neighbour should, I could not tell when he would thrust his kirpan into my belly. The truth is that till then I used to find the Sikhs somewhat laughable. But I also disliked them and was somewhat scared of them. My hatred for the Sikhs began on the day when I first set my eyes on one. I could not have been more than six years old when I saw a Sikh sitting out in the sun combing his long hair. Look as I yelled with revulsion, a woman with a long beard!" As I got older this dislike developed into hatred for the entire race. It was a custom amongst old women of our household to heap all afflictions on our enemies. Thus for example if a child got pneumonia or broke its leg, they would say a long time ago a Sikh, (or an Englishman), got pneumonia: or a long time ago a Sikh, (or an Englishman), broke his leg". When I was older I discovered that this referred to the year 1857 when the Sikh princes helped the feranghee� foreigner�to defeat the Hindus and Muslims in the war of independence. I do not wish to propound a historical thesis but to explain the obsession, the suspicion and hatred which I bore towards the English and the Sikhs. I was more frightened of the English than of the Sikhs. When I was ten years old, I happened to be travelling from Delhi to Aligarh. I used to travel third class, or at the most in the intermediate class. That day I said to myself, Let me for once travel second class and see what it feels like" I bought my ticket and I found an empty second class Compartment I jumped on the well-sprung seats; I went into the bathroom and leapt up to see my face in the mirror; I switched on all the fans. I played with the light switches. There were only a couple of minutes for the train to leave when four red-faced tommies burst into the compartment, mouthing obscenities: everything was either a bloody or a damn. I had one look at them and my desire to travel second class vanished. I picked up my suitcase and ran out. I only stopped for breath when I got into a third class compartment crammed With natives, But as luck would have it it was full of Sikhs-their beards hanging down to their navels and dressed in nothing more than their underpants. I could not escape from them. but I kept my distance. Although I feared the white man more than the Sikhs, I felt that he was more civilized. he wore the same kind of clothes as I. I also wanted to be able to say a damn", 'bloody fool -the way he did. And like him I wanted to belong to be a ruling class. The Englishman ate his food with forks and knives I also wanted to learn to eat with forks and knives so that natives would look upon me as advanced and as civilised as the whiteman. My Sikh-phobia was of different kind. I had contempt for the Sikh. I was amazed at the stupidity of men who imitated women and grew their hair long. I must confess I did not like my hair cut too short; despite my father's instructions to the contrary, I did not allow the barber to clip off more than a little when I went to him on Fridays. I grew a mop of hair so that when I played hockey or football it would blow about in the breeze like those of English sportsmen. My father often asked me "Why do you let your hair grow like a woman's?" My father had primitive ideas and I took no notice of his views. If he had had his way he would have had all heads razored bald, and stuck artificial beards on people's chins. That reminds me that the second reason for hating the Sikhs was their beards which made them look like savages. There are beards and beards. There was my father's beard, neatly, trimmed in the French style, or my uncle's which went into a sharp point under his chin. But what could you do with a beard to which no scissors was ever applied and which was allowed to grow like a wild bush fed with a compost of oil, curd and goodness knows what And, after it had grown a few feet, combed like hair on a woman's head: My grandfather also had a very long beard which he combed, but then my grandfather was my grandfather and a Sikh is just a Sikh. After I had passed my matriculation examination I was sent to the Muslim University at Aligarh. We boys who came from Delhi, or the United Provinces, looked down upon boys from the Punjab; they were crude rustics who did not know how to converse, how to behave at table, or to deport themselves in polite company. All they could do was drink large tumblers of buttermilk. Delicacies such as vermicelli with essence of kewra sprinkled on it, or the aroma of Lipton's tea was alien to them. Their language was unsophisticated to the extreme, whenever they spoke to each other it seemed as if they were quarreling. It was full of Aussi, tussi, saadey, twhaaday",�Heaven forbid" I kept my distance from the Punjabis. But the warden of our hostel, (God forgive him), gave me a Punjabi as a room mate. When I realised that there was no escape, I decided to make the best of a bad bargain and be civil to the chap. After a few days we became quite friendly. This man was called Ghulam Rasul and he was from Rawalpindi. He was full of amusing anecdotes and was a good companion. You might well ask how Mr. Ghulam Rasul gate-crashed into a story about the Sikhs. The fact of the matter is that Ghulam Rasul's anecdotes were usually about the Sikhs. It is through these anecdotes that I got to know the racial characteristics, the habits and customs of this strange community. According to Ghulam Rasul the chief characteristics of the Sikhs were the following: All Sikhs were stupid and idiotic. At noon-time they lost their senses altogether. There were many instances to prove this. For example, one day at 12 o'clock noon, a Sikh was cycling along Hall Bazaar in Amritsar when a constable, also a Sikh, stopped him and demanded, Where is your light?" The cyclist replied nervously, ~Jemadar sahib, I lit it when I left my home; it must have gone out just now". The constable threatened to run him in. A passer-by, yet another Sikh with a long white beard, intervened brothers, there is no point in quarrelling over little things. If the light has gone out it can be lit again". Ghulam Rasul knew hundreds of anecdotes of this kind. When he told them in his Punjabi accent his audience was left helpless with laughter. One really enjoyed them best in Punjabi because the strange and incomprehensible behaviour of the uncouth Sikh was best told in his rustic lingo. The Sikhs were not only stupid but incredibly filthy as well- Ghulam Rasul, who had known hundreds of them, told us how they never shaved their heads. And whereas we Muslims washed our hair thoroughly at least every Friday, the Sikhs who made a public exhibition of bathing in their under-pants poured all kinds of filth, like curd into their hair. I rub limejuice and glycerine in my scalp. Although the glycerine is white and thick like curd, it is an altogether different thing�made by a well-known firm of perfumers of Europe. My glycerine came in a lovely bottle whereas the Sikh's curd came from the shop of a dirty sweetmeat seller. I would not have concerned myself with the manner of living of these people except that they were so haughty and ill-bred as to consider themselves as good warriors as the Muslims- It is known over the world that one Muslim can get the better of ten Hindus or Sikhs. But these Sikhs would not accept the superiority of the Muslim and would strut about like bantam cocks twirling their moustaches and stroking their beards. Ghulam Rasul used to say that one day we Muslims would teach the Sikhs a lesson that they would never forget. Years went by. I left college. I ceased to be a student and became a clerk; then a head clerk. I left Aligarh and came to live in New Delhi. I was allotted government quarters. I got married. I had children. The quarters next to mine were occupied by a Sikh who had been displaced from Rawalpindi. Despite the passage of years, I remembered what Ghulam Rasul had told me. As Ghulam Rasul had prophesied, the Sikhs had been taught a bitter lesson in humility at least, in the district of Rawalpindi. The Muslims had virtually wiped them out. The Sikhs boasted that they were great heroes; they flaunted their long kirpans. But they could not withstand the brave Muslims. The Sikhs' beards were forcibly shaved. They were circumcised. They were converted to Islam. The Hindu press, as was its custom, vilified the Muslims. It reported that the Muslims had murdered Sikh woman and children. This was wholly contrary to Islamic tradition. No Muslim warrior was ever known to raise his hand against a woman or a child. The pictures of the corpses of women and children published in Hindu newspapers were obviously faked I wouldn't have put it beyond the Sikh to murder their own women and children in order to vilify the Muslims. The Muslims were also accused of abducting Hindu and Sikh women. The truth of the matter is that such was the impact of the heroism of Muslims on the minds of Hindu and Sikh girls that they fell in love with young Muslims and insisted on going with them. These noble-minded young men had no option but to give them shelter and thus bring them to the true path of Islam. The bubble of Sikh bravery was burst. It did not matter how their leaders threatened the Muslims with their kirpans, the sight of the Sikhs who had fled from Rawalpindi filled my heart with pride in the greatness of Islam. The Sikh who was my neighbor was about sixty years old. His beard had gone completely grew Although he had barely escaped from the jaws of death, he was always laughing, displaying his teeth in the most vulgar fashion. It was evident that he was quite stupid. In the beginning he tried to draw me into his net by professions of friendship. Whenever I passed him he insisted on talking to me. I do not remember what kind of Sikh festival it was, when he sent me some sweet butter. My wife promptly gave it away to the sweepress. I did my best to have as little to do with him as I could. I snubbed him whenever I could. I knew that if I spoke a few words to him, he would be hard to shake off. Civil talk would encourage him to become familiar. It was known to me that Sikhs drew their sustenance from foul language. Why should I soil my lips by associating with such people. One Sunday afternoon I was telling my wife of some anecdotes about the stupidity of the Sikhs. To prove my point, exactly at 12 o'clock, I sent my servant across to my Sikh neighbor to ask him the time. He sent back the reply, two minutes after 12". I remarked to my wife "You see, they are scared of even mentioning 12 o'clock" we both had a hearty laugh. After this, many a time when I wanted to make an <banned word filter activated> of my Sikh neighbor, I would ask him "Well, Sardarji has it struck twelve?" The shameless creature would grin, baring all his teeth and answer, "Sir, for us it is always striking twelve". He would roar with laughter as if it were a great joke. I was concerned about the safety of my children. One could never trust a Sikh. And this man had fled from Rawalpindi. He was sure to have a grudge against Muslims and to be on the look-out for an opportunity to avenge himself. I had told my wife never to allow the children to go near the Sikh quarters. But children are children. After a few days I saw my children playing with the Sikh's little girl, Mohini, and his other grand-children. This child, who was barely ten years old, was really as beautiful as her name indicated; she was fair and beautifully formed. These wretches have beautiful women. I recall Ghulam Rasul telling me that if all the Sikh men were to leave their women behind and clear out of the Punjab, there would be no need for Muslims to go to paradise in search of houris. The truth about the Sikhs was soon evident. After the thrashing in Rawalpindi, they fled like cowards to East Punjab. Here they found the Muslims weak and unprepared So they began to kill them. Hundreds of thousands of Muslims were martyred; the blood of the faithful ran in streams- Thousands of women were stripped naked and made to parade through the streets. When Sikhs, fleeing from Western Punjab, came in large numbers to Delhi it was evident that there would be trouble in the capital. I could not leave for Pakistan immediately. Consequently I sent away my wife and children by air, with my elder brother, and entrusted my own fate to God. I could not sent much luggage by air. I booked an entire railway wagon to take my furniture and belongings. But on the day I was to load the wagon I got information that trains bound for Pakistan were being attacked by Sikh bands. Consequently my luggage stayed in my quarters in Delhi. On the With of August, India celebrated its independence. What interest could I have in the independence of India! I spent the day Iying in bed reading Dazum and the Pakistan Times. Both the papers had strong word to say about the manner in which India had gained its freedom and proved conclusively how the Hindus and the British had conspired to destroy the Muslims. It was only our leader, the great Mohammed Ali Jinnah, who was able to thwart their evil designs and win Pakistan for the Muslims. The English had knuckled under because of Hindu and Sikh pressure and handed over Amritsar to India Amritsar, as the world knows, is a purely Muslim city. Its famous Golden Mosque or am I mixing it up with the Golden Temple!�yes of course, the Golden Mosque is in Delhi. And in Delhi besides the Golden Mosque there are the Jamma Masjid, the Red Fort, the mausolea of Nizamuddin and Emperor Humayun, the tomb and school of Safdar Jang�just everything worthwhile bears imprints of Islamic rule. Even so this Delhi (which should really be called after its Muslim builder Shahjahan as Shahiahanabad) was to suffer the indignity of having the flag of Hindu imperialism unfurled on its ramparts. My heart seemed rent asunder. I could have shed tears of blood. My cup of sorrow was full to the brim when I realised that Delhi, which was once the footstool of the Muslim Empire, the centre of Islamic culture and civilisation, had been snatched out of our hands. Instead we were to have the desert wastes of Western Punjab, Sindh and Baluchistan inhabited by an uncouth and uncultured people. We were to go to a land where people do not know how to talk in civilised Urdu; where men wear baggy salwars like their women folk, where they eat thick bread four pounds in weight instead of the delicate wafers we eat at home! I steeled myself. I would have to make this sacrifice for my great leader, Jinnah, and for my new country, Pakistan. Nevertheless the thought of having to leave Delhi was most depressing. When I emerged from my room in the evening, my Sikh neighbour bared his fangs and asked "brother, did you not go out to see the celebrations"? I felt like setting fire to his beard. One morning the news spread of a general massacre in old Delhi. Muslim homes were burnt in Karol Bagh. Muslim shops in Chandini Chowk were looted. This then was a sample of Hindu rule! I said to myself 'New Delhi is really an English city; Lord Mountbatten lives here as well as the commander-in chief At least in New Delhi no hand will be raised against Muslims'. With this self assurance I started towards my office. I had to settle the business of my provident fund; I had delayed going to Pakistan in order to do so. I had only got as far as Gole Market when I ran into a Hindu colleague in the office. He said "What on earth are you up to? Go back at once and do not come out of your house- The rioters are killing Muslims in Connaught circus". I hurried back home I had barely got to my quarters when I ran into my Sikh neighbour. He began to reassure me. "Sheikh Sahib, do not wrorry! As long as I am alive no one will raise a hand against you". I said to myself: 'How much fraud is hidden behind this man s bread! He is obviously pleased that the Muslims are being massacred, but expresses sympathy to win my confidence; or is he trying to taunt me?' I was the only Muslim living in the block, perhaps I was the only one on the road. I did not want these people's kindness or sympathy. I went inside my quarter and said to myself, 'If I have to die, I will kill at least ten or twenty men before they get me'. I went to my room where beneath my bed I kept my double-barrelled gun. I had also collected quite a hoard of cartridges. I searched the house, but could not find the gun. "What is hazoor looking for?" asked my faithful servant, Mohammed. What happened to my gun?" He did not answer. But I could tell from the way he looked that he had either hidden it or stolen it. "Why don't you answer?" I asked him angrily. Then he came out with the truth. He had stolen my gun and given it to some of his friends who were collecting arms to defend the Muslims in Daryaganj. "We have hundreds of guns, several machine guns, ten revolvers and a cannon. We will slaughter these infidels; we will roast them alive." "No doubt with my gun you will roast the infidels in Daryaganj, but who will defend me here? I am the only Mussulman amongst these savages. If I am murdered, who will answer for it?" I persuaded him to steal his way to Daryaganj to bring back my gun and couple of hundred cartridges. When he left I was convinced that I would never see him again. I was all alone. On the mantlepiece was a family photograph My wife and children stared silently at me. My eyes filled with the tears at the thought that I would never see them again I was comforted with the thought that they were safe in Pakistan. Why had I been tempted by my paltry provident fund and not gone with them? I heard the crowd yelling Sat! Sri AkaL.." Har Har Mahadev". The yelling came closer and closer. They were rioters She bearers of my death warrant I was like a wounded deer running hither and. thither, with the hunters' hounds in full pursuit. There was no escape. The door was made of very thin wood and glass panes. The rioters would smash their way in. Sat! Sri Akal..." Har Har Mahadev..." They were coming closer and closer- death was coming closer and closer. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. My Sikh neighbour walked in "Sheikhji, come into my quarters at once". Without a second thought I ran into the Sikh's verandah and hid behind the columns. A shot hit the wall above my head. A truck drew up and about a dozen young men climbed down. Their leader had a list in his hand�Quarter No. "Sheikh Burhanuddin". He read my name and ordered his gang to go ahead. They invaded my quarter and under my very eyes proceeded to destroy my home. My furniture, boxes, pictures, books, druggets and carpets, even the dirty linen was carried into the truck. Robbers! Thugs! Cut-throats! As for the Sikh, who had pretended to sympathize with me, he was no less a robber than they! He was pleading with the rioters "Gentlemen, stop! We have prior claim over our neighbor's property. We must get our share of the loot". We beckoned to his sons and daughters. All of them gathered to pick up whatever they could lay their hands on. One took my trousers; another a suitcase. They even grabbed the family photograph. They took the loot to their quarters. You bloody Sikh! If God grants me life I will settle my score with you. At this moment I cannot even protest. The rioters are armed and only a few yards away form me. If they get to know of my presence.... "Please come in". My eyes fell on the unsheathed kirpan in the hands of the Sikh. He was inviting me to come in. The bearded monster looked more frightful after he had soiled his hands with my property. There was the glittering blade of his kirpan inviting me to my doom. There was no time to argue. the only choice was between the guns of the rioters and the sabre of the Sikh. I decided, rather the kirpan of the old man than ten armed gangsters. I went into the room hesitantly, silently. "Not here, come in further", I went into the inner room like a goat following a butcher. The glint of the blade of the kirpan was almost blinding. "there you are, take your things", said the Sikh. He and his children put all the stuff they had pretended to loot, in front of me. His old woman said "Son, I am sorry we were not able to save more". I was dumb-founded. The gangsters had dragged out my steel almirah and were trying to smash it open. "it would be simpler if we could find the keys", said someone. The keys can only be found in Pakistan. That cowardly son of a filthy Muslim has decamped", replied another. Little Mohini answered back: "Sheikhji is not a coward. He had not run off to Pakistan". "Then Where is he blackening his face?" "why should he be blackening his face? He is in...." Mohini realised her mistake and stopped in her sentence. Blood mounted in her father's face. He locked me in the inside room, gave his kirpan to his son and went out to face the mob. I do not know what exactly took place outside. I heard the sound of blows; then Mohini crying; then the Sikh yelling full-blooded abuse in Punjabi. And then a shot and the Sikh's cry of pain hai. I heard a truck engine starting up; and then there was a petrified silence. When I was taken out of my prison my Sikh neighbour was Iying on a charpoy. Beside him lay a torn and blood- stained shirt. His new shirt also was oozing with blood. His son had gone to telephone for the doctor. "Sardarji, what have you done?" I do not know how these words came out of my lips. The world of hate in which I had lived all these years, lay in ruins about me. "Sardarji, why did you do this?" I asked him again. "Son, I had a debt to pay". What kind of a debt?" "In Rawalpindi there was a Muslim like you who sacrificed his life to save mine and the honour of my family". What was his name, Sardarji?" "Ghulam Rasul". Fate had played a cruel trick on me. The clock on the wall started to strike...1...2...3...4...5...The Sikh turned towards the clock and smiled. He reminded me of my grandfather with his twelve-inch beard. How closely the two resembled each other! ...6...7...8...9...We counted in silence. He smiled again. His white beard and long white hair were like a halo, effulgent with a divine light...10...11...12... The clock stopped striking. I could almost hear him say "For us Sikhs, it is always 12 o'clock!" But the bearded lips, still smiling, were silent. And I knew he was already in some distant world, where the striking of clocks counted for nothing, where violence and mockery were powerless to hurt him. http://www.sikh-history.com/literature/stories/sardarji.html

Are inside colours scheme of Gurdwara too colourful? ie when you see the main area of the temple where the Guru Granth Sahib is located. there are many sheets covering the area. in many different bright colors and patterns. I like the inside of the main Southall gurdwara as its more plain, with only one gold color. I just find to many colors to distracting. I hope i do not come across as being offensive. but whats the need for so many colours? When they show churches or jewish places of worship they seems very plain in comparison.

the exact quote was 'You have seen the Hindus as co-slaves and you will know when they will be your masters and you (the Sikhs), their slaves" I'm no fan of Jinnah. But that saying of Jinnah came to be 100% true. Today Sikhs have learnt their lesson. Never willingly go under the political domination of Hindus and Muslims. Muslims we already knew about, but the Hindu was our co-slave during Islamic and British domination of India. It's only after 1947 when Hindus themselves became politically dominant over the Sikhs that our people realized their mistake.

show your evidence before telling lies about Sant Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale. How many Hindus were killed before operation bluestar happened? Sant Bhindrawale used peaceful means through Dharm Yudh Morcha. Hindus and the Indian government had no justification for operation bluestar in which thousands of Sikhs were mercilessly killed by the Indian army. It was a crime against humanity. But to justify this crime, government agencies working through the HIndu controlled media fabricated all sorts of lies about Sant Bhindranwale.

He's not

If you are a Sikh then you are a disgrace.

No one is mocking Hindus here. Please read the entire thread. Moreover, Dayanand was a guy who ridiculed all prophets and even our Gurus. Plus the historical points from Ramayan and Mahabharat are true facts accepted by all Hindus. So where is the mocking? Mocking is when Indians portray Sikhs as clowns in their movies, TV serials, TV commercials etc. That is mocking, this is brainstorming

Once you start justifying what you know is clearly wrong, you create for yourself a very slippery slope, down which you begin to slide before you reach previously unthinkable depths. Every successive evil action is worse than the last since anything can be justified under the above mindset. This is the whole trouble with the Indian brahmanistani thought system. On the other hand; The Gurus have taught us that the end does not justify the means. This, alone, is proof for me enough that we, and the indian brah-maniacal thought process that preaches "winning at all costs" are on opposing ends of the system. Jas Singh Khalsa veere, tussan ne ta akhaan hi meriyan khol liya! You see, in the west, we are brought up outside of this brahmanistani system. It is near enough impossible for us to understand the criminal brahmanistani mentality as we have never had any exposure to these brahmin texts. Only those who have read them, I.e. those born on India, would know. Compared to "holy" texts like this, the quran is an exquisite treatise on peace making, whispering sweet nothings and hugging each other. LOLLL... Bilqul sach! It's because it's been drilled into the fabric of the subcontinent for so long that even the brahmins can't invent a new name for themselves. Perhaps they sincerely believe that if you tell a lie enough times, everyone starts to believe it. This is, after all, more or less the mission statement of the Rashtriya Swayamsewak Sangh. Maybe, In the future, they'll go to the arabs and ask them to "please delete the letter 'S' from your alphabet so we can support our crumbling foundation of lies"? LOL "Hindu" means low-level petty thief in arabic. "Lala" means slave. Why not explain away "Lala" under the above reasoning too? Oh, they can't? Ahhh. No fair! LOL

People who hate Sant Baba Jarnail Singh ji Khalsa Bhindranwale call him "Bhindranwale". I see this every day in Hindu media. Also, I found it very insulting to compare Santji with Ravan, it will be insulting to compare Santji to Ram too. Even millions of Rams cannot be compared to Sant Baba Jarnail Singh ji Khalsa Bhindranwale!

people with mental ages of 7 cant convert, she wouldnt know what she was doing. even when she went to the hospital for routine checks someone should have realised.

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source: Facebook After the partition of India , there were mass killings of Sikhs on both sides of border and thousands of sikh women had to give up their lives to protect their honour. At this time, KHALSA PANTH, formed ''SHAHEEDI DALS'' all over Punjab to organize defence of Sikhs, protect Gurudwaras, Sikh women and children and uphold Dharam. Bhai Sahib Bhai Randhir Singh Ji was made Jathedar of Shaheedi Dal in Ludhiana District. Bhai Sahib wrote this article with references from ''Dasam Baani'' to arouse BIR RAS and DHARAM YUDH KA CHAO in Shaheedi Dals defending Sikhs from Muslims and it was printed in Sikh newspapers and tracts and had an electrifying effect . Please take out few minutes to read and understand this legendary Khalsa Spirit arousing Article. Words which Bhai Sahib wrote back then are true today also and can help us move forward on path of Sangharsh.**** ਖ਼ਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਦਾ ਗੁਰਮਤਿ ਆਦਰਸ਼ (ਭਾਈ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਰਣਧੀਰ ਸਿੰਘ ਜੀ) ਨੋਟ-ਦੇਸ਼ ਦੀ ਵੰਡ ਹੋਣ, ਪਿਛੋਂ ਜਰਵਾਣਿਆਂ ਨੇ ਬੜੇ ਜ਼ੁਲਮ ਢਾਹੇ। ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਸੋਧਣ ਪ੍ਰਬੋਧਣ ਲਈ ਖ਼ਾਲਸਾ ਪੰਥ ਨੇ "ਸ਼ਹੀਦੀ ਦਲ" ਕਾਇਮ ਕੀਤਾ। ਲੁਧਿਆਣੇ ਜ਼ਿਲੇ ਦੇ ਪ੍ਰਧਾਨ ਭਾਈ ਰਣਧੀਰ ਸਿੰਘ ਜੀ ਥਾਪੇ ਗਏ। ਓਦੋਂ ਭਾਈ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਨੇ ਖ਼ਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਨੂੰ ਇਕ ਸੰਦੇਸ਼ ਦਿਤਾ। ਓਸ ਛਪੇ ਟ੍ਰੈਕਟ ਵਿਚੋਂ ਕੁਝ ਹਿੱਸਾ ਹੇਠਾਂ ਦਿੱਤਾ ਜਾ ਰਿਹਾ ਹੈ ੴ ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਜੀ ਕੀ ਫਤਹ॥ ਦੁਸਟ ਜਿਤੇ ਉਠਵਤ ਉਤਪਾਤਾ॥ ਸਕਲ ਮਲੇਛ ਕਰੋ ਰਣ ਘਾਤਾ॥ ਦੁਸ਼ਟ ਦਮਨੇਸ਼ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਗੁਰੂ ਦਸਮੇਸ਼ ਜੀ ਦਾ ਧਰਮ ਧੁਰੰਦਰੀ ਉਦੇਸ਼ ਸਚ ਉਪਕਾਰ ਆਦਰਸ਼ੀ ਉਪਦੇਸ਼ ਇਹ ਹੈ ਜੋ ਉਪਰ ਅੰਕਤ ਦੁਪੰਗਤੀ ਵਿਚ ਖ਼ਾਲਸਾ ਪੰਥ ਪ੍ਰਤੀ ਪ੍ਰਤਿਪਾਦਨ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੈ, ਉਸ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਕਲਗੇਸ਼ ਪਿਤਾ ਜੀ ਵਲੋਂ, ਜਿਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਦਾ ਮੁਖ ਪਰਯੋਜਨ ਜਗ ਜਨਮ-ਯਾਤ੍ਰਾ ਦਾ ਕੇਵਲ ਇਹ ਸੀ- ਹਮ ਇਹ ਕਾਜ ਜਗਤ ਮੋ ਆਏ॥ ਧਰਮ ਹੇਤ ਗੁਰਦੇਵ ਪਠਾਏ॥ ਜਹਾਂ ਤਹਾਂ ਤੁਮ ਧਰਮ ਬਿਥਾਰੋ॥ ਦੁਸ਼ਟ ਦੋਖੀਅਨ ਪਕਰਿ ਪਛਾਰੋ॥42॥ ਯਾਹੀ ਕਾਜ ਧਰਾ ਹਮ ਜਨਮੰ॥ ਸਮਝ ਲੇਹੁ ਸਾਧੂ ਸਭ ਮਨਮੰ॥ ਧਰਮ ਚਲਾਵਨ ਸੰਤ ਉਬਾਰਨ॥ ਦੁਸ਼ਟ ਸਭਨ ਕੋ ਮੂਲ ਉਪਾਰਨ॥43॥ {ਬਚਿਤ੍ਰ ਨਾਟਕ, ਅਧਿ:6} ਇਸ ਉਪਰਲੇ ਆਦਰਸ਼ ਨੂੰ ਹੀ ਅਮਲੀ ਜਾਮਾ ਪਹਿਨਾਉਣ ਲਈ ਅਜ਼ਲੀ ਅਬਦੀ ਇਰਫਾਨ ਦੇ ਸਿਆਸਤਦਾਨ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਗੁਰੂ ਗੋਬਿੰਦ ਸਿੰਘ ਜੀ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਸੱਚੇ ਪਾਤਸ਼ਾਹ ਨੇ ਅਕਾਲੀ ਪੰਥ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਸਾਜਿਆ। ਸਾਜ ਕੇ ਅਧਿਆਤਮਕ ਸੂਰਬੀਰਤਾ ਵਿਚ ਨਿਪੁੰਨ ਕੀਤਾ। ਪ੍ਰਮਾਰਥਕ ਕਲਾ ਜਲਾਲਨੀ ਜਾਗਤ ਜੋਤਿ ਜਗਾ ਕੇ, ਨਿਖਾਲਸ(ਨਿਰੋਲ ਖਾਲਸਾ) ਖਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਨੂੰ ਧਰਮ ਹੇਤ, ਪਰਉਪਕਾਰ ਹੇਤ ਮਰ ਮਿਟਣ ਵਾਲੇ ਅਤੇ ਧਰਮ-ਯੁਧ ਵਿਚ ਜ਼ਾਲਮਾਂ ਅਧਰਮੀਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਸੋਧ ਸਾਧ ਕੇ ਮਲੀਆਮੇਟ ਕਰਨਹਾਰੇ ਨਿਰਭੈ ਜੋਧਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਸੱਚੀ ਸਪਿਰਿਟ ਬਖ਼ਸ਼ੀ। ਇਸ ਸਪਿਰਿਟ ਸੇਤੀ ਸਰਸ਼ਾਰ ਹੋਏ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਦੀਆਂ ਅਕਾਲੀ ਫੌਜਾਂ ਨੇ ਉਹ ਕਾਰਨਾਮੇ ਕਰ ਕੇ ਦਿਖਾਏ ਹਨ ਕਿ ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਦੰਗ ਰਹਿ ਗਈ ਹੈ। ਇਸ ਸਪਿਰਿਟ ਨਾਲ ਸੰਧੂਰਤ ਹੋਏ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਨੂੰ ਸਿਵਾਏ ਗੁਰੂ ਅਕਾਲ ਪੁਰਖ ਦੇ ਹੋਰ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਓਟ ਤਕਣ ਦੀ ਕਜ਼ਬ ਖ਼ਿਆਲਨੀ ਹੀ ਨਹੀਂ ਉਪਜੀ। ਸਦਾ ਚੜ੍ਹਦੀਆਂ ਕਲਾਂ ਵਾਲਾ ਔਜ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਦਾ ਇਕੋ ਇਕ ਧੁਰਵਾ ਇਸ ਕਰਕੇ ਰਿਹਾ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਪੰਥ ਕਦੇ ਕਿਸੇ ਦਾ ਮੁਥਾਜ ਨਹੀਂ ਰਿਹਾ। ਬੇਪਰਵਾਹ ਹੋ ਕੇ, ਤੇਜ ਕਰਾਰੇ ਵਿਚ ਨਿਆਰਾ ਹੋ ਕੇ ਗੂੰਜਦਾ ਗਰਜਦਾ ਰਿਹਾ। ਕਪਟ ਪੰਥੀਆਂ ਦੀ ਕਨੌਡ ਵਿਚ ਕਦੇ ਨਹੀਂ ਆਇਆ। ਕਦੇ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਈਨ ਨਹੀਂ ਮੰਨੀ। ਕਦੇ ਕਿਸੇ ਦੀ ਮਸਲਤ ਮੁਸਾਹਬੀ ਦੀ ਝੇਪ ਵਿਚ ਨਹੀਂ ਆਇਆ। ਕਦੇ ਕਦੇ ਕਾਂਪ ਨਹੀਂ ਖਾਧੀ। ਕਦੇ ਕਾਇਰਤਾ ਵਾਲੀ ਸ਼ਾਂਤ-ਬਿਰਤ ਨਹੀਂ ਸਾਧੀ। ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਵਾਲੇ ਸਰਬ ਸਿਆਸਤਦਾਨਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਸ੍ਰੇਸ਼ਟ ਅਤੇ ਉਚਾ ਮਤਾ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਦਾ ਰਿਹਾ ਹੈ। "ਏਕ ਬਿਨਾ ਮਨ ਨੈਕ ਨ ਆਨੈ" ਵਾਲੀ ਟੇਕ ਨੇ ਸਦਾ ਹੀ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਨੂੰ ਸਰਫ਼੍ਰਾਜ਼ ਅਤੇ ਸਰਬੁਲੰਦ ਰਖਿਆ ਹੈ। ਗੁਰੂ ਕਾ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਅਨਮਤੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਮਿਲਗੋਭਾਪਨ ਤੋਂ ਸਦਾ ਨਿਰਲੇਪ ਰਿਹਾ ਹੈ। ਤਦੇ ਗੁਰੂ ਸਚਾ ਪਾਤਸ਼ਾਹ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਦਾ ਹਰਬਾਬ ਸਹਾਈ ਰਹਿਆ ਹੈ। ਗੁਰੂ ਦਸਮੇਸ਼ ਪਿਤਾ ਦੇ ਫ਼ੁਰਮਾਨ ਉਤੇ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਦੀ ਦ੍ਰਿੜ੍ਹ ਅਤੇ ਪੱਕੀ ਪ੍ਰਤੀਤ ਰਹੀ ਹੈ। ਜਬ ਲਗ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਰਹੇ ਨਿਆਰਾ। ਤਬ ਲਗ ਤੇਜ ਦੀਓ ਮੈਂ ਸਾਰਾ॥ ਜਬ ਇਹ ਗਹੇ ਬਿਪਰਨ ਕੀ ਰੀਤ। ਮੈਂ ਨਾ ਕਰਉ ਇਨ ਕੀ ਪ੍ਰਤੀਤ॥ ਖਾਲਸਈ ਪ੍ਰਤੀਤ ਉਤੇ ਸਤਿਗੁਰੂ ਦੀ ਪ੍ਰਤੀਤ ਛਤਰ ਛਾਇਆ ਹੈ ਕੇ ਨਦਰ ਕਰੰਮੀ ਮੋਹਰਾਂ ਵਰਸਾਉਂਦੀ ਹੈ। ਇਹ ਬਿਪ੍ਰੀਤੀ ਬੇਪ੍ਰਤੀਤੀ ਹੋ ਬੀਤੀ ਸੋ ਬੀਤੀ। ਅਗੇ ਨੂੰ ਹੀ ਚੌਕਸਤਾ, ਸਾਵਧਾਨਤਾ ਰਹੇ ਤਾਂ ਭੀ ਖ਼ਾਲਸੇ ਦੇ ਪੌਂ ਬਾਰ੍ਹਾਂ ਹਨ। ਅਸੀਂ ਸਗਲੀ ਠੋਕ ਵਜਾ ਡਿਠੀ। ਕੜੀ ਕਾਂਗ੍ਰਸ ਅਤੇ ਨਵੀਂ ਬਣੀ ਗਵਰਨਮੈਂਟ ਅਸਾਡੇ ਕਿਸੇ ਕੰਮ ਨਹੀਂ ਆਉਣੀ। ਜੋ ਕੁਝ ਕਰਨਾ ਹੈ, ਸੋ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਨੇ ਆਪਣੇ ਬਾਹੂ-ਬਲ ਦੇ ਜ਼ੋਰ ਤੇ ਹੀ ਕਰਨਾ ਹੈ। ਅਤੇ ਗੁਰੂ ਅਕਾਲ ਪੁਰਖ ਦੇ ਆਸਰੇ ਪਰਨੇ ਹੋ ਕੇ ਹੀ ਕਰਨਾ ਹੈ। ਪਿਛਲੇ ਧੋਣੇ ਸਭ ਧੋ ਦੇਣੇ ਹਨ। ਦੇਸ਼-ਵੰਡੀਆਂ ਦੀ ਕੂੜਾਵੀ ਲਾਲਸਾ ਤਿਆਗ ਕੇ, ਮੁਲਕਗੀਰੀ ਦੀ ਮਰਦੂਦ ਤ੍ਰਿਸ਼ਨਾ ਛਡ ਕੇ ਇਕ ਖਾਲਸਈ ਮੇਅਰਾਜ ਔਜੀ ਆਦਰਸ਼ ਨੂੰ ਮੁਖ ਰਖਣਾ ਹੈ। ਦੁਸ਼ਟ ਉਤਪਾਤੀਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਦੰਡ ਦੇਣਾ ਹੈ, ਸਗਲ ਮਲੇਛ ਜ਼ਾਲਮਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਰਣਘਾਤ ਕਰਨਾ ਹੈ, ਪੂਰਨ ਜੋਤਿ-ਜਗੰਨੇ ਸੂਰਬੀਰ ਖਾਲਸੇ ਬਣ ਕੇ, ਆਪਣੀਆਂ ਰਗਾਂ ਅੰਦਰ ਪੂਰਨ ਸੂਰਬੀਰਤਾ ਦਾ ਖ਼ੂਨ ਮੁੜ ਸੁਰਜੀਤ ਕਰ ਕੇ? ਬਸ ਇਕ ਖਾਲਸਈ ਸਪਿਰਿਟ ਅਸਾਡੇ ਅੰਦਰ ਸੁਰਜੀਤ ਹੋਵੇ, ਫੇਰ ਅਸੀਂ ਕਿਸ ਦੇ ਲੈਣ ਦੇ ਹਾਂ? ਸਾਰੀ ਏਹੜ ਤੇਹੜ ਛੱਡ ਕੇ, ਸਾਰੀਆਂ ਕਮਜ਼ੋਰੀ ਭਰੀਆਂ ਸਿਆਣਪਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਸਾੜ ਕੇ ਮੈਦਾਨੀ ਜੂਝਣ ਦਾ ਇਕੋ ਇੱਕ ਅੰਦੀਆ ਹਿਰਦੇ ਅੰਦਰ ਧਾਰ ਕੇ ਗਗਨ ਦਮਾਮਾ ਬਜਾ ਦੇਈਏ। ਇਕ-ਦੰਮ ਇਕੱਠੇ ਹੋ ਕੇ ਵਜਾ ਦੇਈਏ। ਫਤਹ ਦਾ ਸੇਹਰਾ ਅਸਾਡੇ ਤੁਸਾਡੇ ਸੀਸ ਤੇ ਝੁਲੇਗਾ। ਦਾਉ ਜੂਝਨ ਦਾ ਖੁੰਝਦਾ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹੈ। ਬਥੇਰਾ ਖੁੰਝ ਚੁਕਿਆ। ਬਸ ਹੋਰ ਖੁੰਝਣ ਨਾ ਦੇਵੀਏ! ਇਹ ਸਚ ਜਾਣੋ ਕਿ ਏਹਨਾਂ ਜਰਵਾਣਿਆਂ ਦੇ ਅਗੇ ਅੜਨ ਵਾਲਾ ਜੇ ਹੈ ਤਾਂ ਅਕਾਲੀ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਹੀ ਹੈ। ਜਦ ਕਦੇ ਭੀ ਮੁਕਾਬਲਾ ਕਰਨਾ ਹੈ, ਤਾਂ ਅਕਾਲੀ ਫੌਜਾਂ ਦੇ ਸ਼ਹੀਦੀ ਦਲਾਂ ਨੇ ਹੀ ਕਰਨਾ ਹੈ। ਏਹਨਾਂ ਨੇ ਹੀ ਜ਼ਾਲਮਾਂ ਅਤਿਆਚਾਰੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਬੁਥਾੜ ਭੰਨਣੇ ਹਨ। ਅਤੇ ਜ਼ੁਲਮ ਦੇ ਰਾਜ ਦਾ ਫ਼ਾਤਿਹਾ ਪੜ੍ਹਨਾ ਹੈ ਤਾਂ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਨੇ ਹੀ ਪੜ੍ਹਨਾ ਹੈ, ਹੋਰ ਕਿਸੇ ਤੋਂ ਕੁਝ ਨਹੀਂ ਸਰਨਾ। ਸੋ ਹੁਣ ਵੇਲਾ ਹੈ। ਐ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਪੰਥ ਦੀ ਗੁਪਤ ਪ੍ਰਗਟ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਾ ਸ਼ਹੀਦੀ ਫ਼ੌਜੋ! ਹੁਣ ਜੂਝਣ ਦੀ ਅਉਧ ਆਇ ਨਿਧਾਨ ਬਨੀ ਹੈ। ਕਮਰਕਸੇ ਕਰ ਕੇ ਤਿਆਰ ਹੋ ਜਾਓ। ਸਨੱਧ-ਬੱਧ ਹੋ ਕੇ, ਮਲੇਛਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਰਣ ਵਿਖੇ ਦਲਣ ਮਲਣ ਲਈ ਦਲਾਂ ਦੇ ਦਲ ਇਕੱਤ੍ਰ ਹੋ ਕੇ ਹੱਲਾ ਬੋਲ ਦਿਓ ਅਤੇ ਏਹਨਾਂ ਦੁਸ਼ਟਾ ਉਤਪਾਤੀਆਂ ਦਾ ਸਭ ਤੋਂ ਮੂਹਰਲਾ ਮੋਰਚਾ ਜਾ ਮਲੋ। ਲਾਹੌਰ ਰਾਵੀ ਤੋਂ ਪਿਛੇ ਪਛਾੜ ਕੇ, ਏਹਨਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਧੁਰ ਏਹਨਾਂ ਦੇ ਪਾਕਿਸਤਾਨੀ ਦਰੇ ਤਾਈਂ ਦਬੱਲੀ ਚਲੋ। ਪਾਛੈ ਪਾਉ ਨ ਦੀਜੀਐ ਆਗੈ ਹੋਇ ਸੁ ਹੋਇ॥ (ਪੰਨਾ 1370) ਗੁਰੂ ਅਕਾਲ ਦਾ ਆਸਰਾ ਲੈ ਕੇ ਰਣ ਵਿਚ ਜੂਝ ਪਵੋ। ਗੁਪਤ ਅਕਾਲੀ ਛਿਨਵੇਂ ਕਰੋੜ ਫੌਜਾਂ ਅਕਾਸ਼ ਤੋਂ ਬਰਕਤਾਂ ਦੇ ਤੀਰ ਵਰਸਾਉਣਗੀਆਂ। ਮਤ ਖ਼ਿਆਲ ਕਰੋ ਕਿ ਤੁਸਾਡੇ ਪਾਸ ਬੰਦੂਕਾਂ ਆਦਿਕ ਸ਼ਸਤਰ ਨਹੀਂ। ਮਤ ਸੋਚੋ ਕਿ ਮੁਕਾਬਲੇ ਵਾਲੇ ਗ਼ਨੀਮ ਪਾਸ ਮਸ਼ੀਨਗਨਾਂ ਤੋਪਾਂ ਤੇ ਹਵਾਈ ਜਹਾਜ਼ ਹਨ। ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਤੁਸਾਨੂੰ ਏਹ ਸਾਰੀਆਂ ਰਹਿਮਤਾਂ ਅਰਪਣ ਕਰੇਗਾ। ਜ਼ਰਾ ਪਿਛੇ ਝਾਤ ਮਾਰ ਕੇ ਆਪਣਾ ਖਾਲਸਈ ਇਤਿਹਾਸ ਨਿਹਾਰੋ, ਜਦੋਂ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਗੁਰੂ ਦਸਮੇਸ਼ ਪਿਤਾ ਅਸਾਡੇ ਦੁਸ਼ਟ-ਦਮਨ ਪਾਤਸ਼ਾਹ ਨੇ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਨਦੇੜ ਤੋਂ ਜੋ ਹੁਣ ਦੀ ਪ੍ਰਸਿਧ ਹਜ਼ੂਰ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਹੈ, ਬਾਬਾ ਬੰਦਾ ਸਿੰਘ ਜੀ ਨੂੰ ਕੇਵਲ ਪੰਝੀ ਸਿੰਘਾਂ ਦੀ ਅੜਦਲ ਵਿਚ, ਦੁਸ਼ਟਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਦਮਨ ਕਰਨ ਲਈ ਪੰਜਾਬੇ ਤੋਰਿਆ ਸੀ, ਓਦੋਂ ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਪਾਸ ਕੇਹੜੀਆਂ ਤੋਪਾਂ ਤੇ ਮਸ਼ੀਨਗਨਾਂ ਸਨ? ਕੇਹੜੇ ਹਵਾਈ ਜਹਾਜ਼ ਸਨ? ਕੇਵਲ ਖਾਲਸਾਈ ਸਪਿਰਿਟ ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਦੇ ਸੀਨੇ ਅੰਦਰ ਦਗ ਰਹੀ ਸੀ। ਇਸ ਦੇ ਸਾਹਮਣੇ ਲਖੂਖਹਾਂ ਦੁਸ਼ਟ ਤੁਰਕਾਂ ਦੀਆਂ ਫ਼ੋਜਾਂ ਛੈ ਤੇ ਖੈ ਹੋ ਗਈਆਂ। ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਦੀਆਂ ਸਾਰੀਆਂ ਤੜੀਆਂ ਤੋਪਾਂ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਨੇ ਖੋਹ ਲਈਆਂ। ਨਤੀਜਾ ਕੀ ਹੋਇਆ ਕਿ ਤੁਰਕਾਂ ਦਾ ਛੇ ਸੋ ਸਦੀ ਦਾ ਜੰਮਿਆ ਥੰਮਿਆ ਰਾਜ ਉਖਾੜ ਕੇ ਫ਼ਨਾਹ ਫ਼ਿਲਾਹ ਕਰ ਦਿਤਾ। ਤੁਸੀਂ ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਹੀ ਬੀਰਾਂ ਜੋਧਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਸੰਤਾਨ ਹੋ। ੳਹੋ ਖੂਨ ਤੁਸਾਡੀਆਂ ਰਗਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਲਹਿਰੇ ਮਾਰ ਰਿਹਾ ਹੈ। ਓਹੋ ਹੀ ਖੰਡੇ ਦਾ ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿਤ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਪਾਨ ਕੀਤਾ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੈ। ਕਸਰ ਹੈ ਤਾਂ ਹੰਭਲਾ ਮਾਰਨ ਦੀ ਹੈ। ਇਹ ਜੋ ਕੁਝ ਜੁਲਮ ਤੇ ਜਬਰ ਜਰਵਾਣਿਆਂ ਵਲੋਂ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੈ, ਤੁਸਾਡੀ ਸੁਤੀ ਕਲਾ ਨੂੰ ਜਗਾਵਣ ਲਈ ਹੀ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੈ। ਜੋ ਕੁਛ ਪਾਪ ਅਤਿਆਚਾਰ ਅਤਿਆਚਾਰੀਆਂ ਨੇ ਕੀਤੇ ਹਨ, ਏਹੀ ਇਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਦੀ ਜੜ੍ਹ ਪੁਟਣ ਲਈ ਅਤੇ ਪਾਪ-ਰਾਜ ਖ਼ਤਮ ਕਰਨ ਦੇ ਪੇਸ਼ਖ਼ੈਮੇ ਹਨ। ਤੁਸੀਂ ਧਰਮ ਵਿਥਾਰਨਾ ਹੈ, ਦੁਸ਼ਟ ਦੋਖੀਅਨ ਦਾ ਮੂਲ ਉਪਾਰਨਾ ਹੈ। ਜੈ ਬਿਜੈ ਤੁਸਾਡੀ ਹੈ। ਫਤਹ ਦਾ ਸੇਹਰਾ ਤੁਸਾਡੇ ਮਸਤਕ ਨੀਸ਼ਾਨ ਹੈ। ਇਹ ਰੜੇ ਰਾਜ ਤਾਂ ਤੁਸਾਡੇ ਪਿਛੇ ਲਗੇ ਫਿਰਨਗੇ। ਰਾਜ ਤ੍ਰਿਸ਼ਨਾ ਦਾ ਤੁਸਾਨੂੰ ਫੁਰਨਾ ਹੀ ਨਹੀਂ ਫੁਰਨਾ ਚਾਹੀਦਾ। ਜਿਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਰਾਜ ਭਾਗ ਸਾਂਭਣ ਦੇ ਚਸਕੇ ਹਨ, ਉਹ ਭੀ ਤੁਸਾਡੀ ਕੌਮ ਵਿਚ ਬਥੇਰੇ ਹਨ। ਜਿਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਸਿੱਖ ਸਿਆਸਤਾਂ ਦੀਆਂ ਰਾਜ-ਗੱਦੀਆਂ ਮੁਢੋਂ ਚਲਦੀਆਂ ਆਂਵਦੀਆਂ ਹਨ, ਉਹਨਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਗੁਰੂ ਸਾਹਿਬਾਨ ਵਲੋਂ ਰਾਜ ਕਰਨ ਦੇ ਵਰ ਮਿਲੇ ਹੋਏ ਹਨ। ਉਹ ਜੇ ਹੁਣ ਪੰਥ ਦੇ ਨਾਲ ਹੋਣਗੇ ਤਾਂ ਪੰਥ ਨੇ ਇਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਹੀ ਰਾਜ ਨਾਲ ਰਜਾ ਦੇਣਾ ਹੈ। ਨਹੀਂ ਤਾਂ ਇਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਦਾ ਪਿਛਲਾ ਰਾਜ ਭੀ ਖੁਸ ਜਾਏਗਾ। ਹੁਣ ਜੇ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਪੰਥ ਦੀ ਮਦਦ ਨਹੀਂ ਕਰਨਗੇ ਤਾਂ ਪਏ ਬਿਤਰ ਬਿਤਰ ਝਾਕਣਗੇ। ਅੰਜਾਮ ਇਹ ਹੋਵੇਗਾ "ਤਪੋਂ ਰਾਜ, ਰਾਜੋਂ ਨਰਕ"। ਅੰਤ ਵਿਚ ਇਕ ਗੱਲ ਗਹਿ ਕਰਕੇ ਜ਼ਿਹਨ-ਨਸ਼ੀਨ ਕਰਨ ਲਈ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਜੀ ਅਗੇ ਤਾਗੀਦੀ ਬੇਨਤੀ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਜ਼ੁਲਮ ਦੇ ਰਾਜ ਨੂੰ ਨਸ਼ਟ ਕਰਨ ਦੇ ਹੀਲੇ ਉਪਰਾਲੇ ਪ੍ਰੀਸ਼ਰਮ ਕਰਦਿਆਂ ਕੋਈ ਐਸੀ ਹਰਕਤ ਨਾ ਹੋ ਜਾਵੇ ਜੋ ਧਰਮ-ਨਿਆਉਂ ਵਾਲੀ ਸੱਚੀ ਸੂਰਮਤਾ ਨੂੰ ਧੱਬਾ ਲਾਉਣ ਵਾਲੀ ਹੋਵੇ। ਜ਼ਾਲਮਾਂ ਦੀ ਜ਼ੁਲਮਗਰਦੀ ਦੀ ਅਸੀਂ ਨਕਲ ਨਹੀਂ ਕਰਨੀ। ਅਤਿਆਚਾਰੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਕੀਤੇ ਅਤਿਆਚਾਰ ਦੀ ਰੀਸ ਘੜੀਸ ਵਿਚ ਪੈ ਕੇ ਅਸੀਂ ਉਹ ਫ਼ੇਅਲ ਨਹੀਂ ਕਰਨੇ, ਜਿਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਦੇ ਕਰਨ ਕਰਕੇ ਅਸੀਂ ਉਹਨਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਕੋਸਦੇ ਹਾਂ। ਅਬਲਾ ਇਸਤ੍ਰੀਆਂ ਅਤੇ ਬੱਚਿਆਂ ਤੇ ਅਸੀਂ ਹੱਥ ਨਹੀਂ ਉਠਾਣੇ। ਨਿਹੱਥਿਆਂ, ਗਰੀਬਾਂ, ਬੇਕਸੂਰਿਆਂ, ਮਾਸੂਮਾਂ ਦਾ ਕਤਲ ਕੋਈ ਬਹਾਦਰੀ ਨਹੀਂ। ਉਂਕਾ ਹੀ ਗੁਰਮਤਿ ਆਦਰਸ਼ ਦੇ ਉਲਟ ਹੈ। ਬੱਸ ਗੁਰਮਤਿ ਆਦਰਸ਼ ਜੋ ਹੈ, ਸੋ ਏਸੇ ਦੋਤੁਕੀ ਵਾਲੇ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਗੁਰੂ ਦਸਮੇਸ਼ ਮਹਾਂ ਵਾਕ ਵਿਚ ਪਰੀਪੂਰਨ ਹੈ:- "ਦੁਸ਼ਟ ਜਿਤੇ ਉਠਵਤ ਉਤਪਾਤਾ। ਸਕਲ ਮਲੇਛ ਕਰੋ ਰਣਘਾਤਾ"। ਦੁਸ਼ਟਾਂ ਮਲੇਛਾਂ ਉਤਪਾਤੀਆਂ ਓਪਦਰੱਵੀਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਤਲਵਾਰ ਦੀ ਘਾਟ ਉਤਾਰਨਾ ਐਨ ਸਵਾਬ ਹੈ। ਰਣਧੀਰ ਸਿੰਘ ਪ੍ਰਧਾਨ, ਸ਼ਹੀਦੀ ਦੱਲ ਜ਼ਿਲਾ ਲੁਧਿਆਣਾ। (ਧੰਨਵਾਦ ਸਹਿਤ, ਸੂਰਾ, ਅਪ੍ਰੈਲ 1991)

In a mother's womb were two babies. One asked the other: "Do you believe in life after delivery?" The other replies, "why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.'' "Nonsense," says the other. "There is no life after delivery. What would that life be?" "I don't know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths." The other says "This is absurd! Walking is impossible. And eat with our mouths? Ridiculous. The umbilical cord supplies nutrition. Life after delivery is to be excluded. The umbilical cord is too short." "I think there is something and maybe it's different than it is here." the other replies, "No one has ever come back from there. Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery it is nothing but darkness and anxiety and it takes us nowhere." "Well, I don't know," says the other, "but certainly we will see mother and she will take care of us." "Mother??" You believe in mother? Where is she now? "She is all around us. It is in her that we live. Without her there would not be this world." "I don't see her, so it's only logical that she doesn't exist." (a missionary statement !!! :biggrin2: ) To which the other replied, "sometimes when you're in silence you can hear her, you can perceive her." I believe there is a reality after delivery and we are here to prepare ourselves for that reality.... Are we in the reality now ?